Moonlight rippled across the surface of the loch as leaves rustled in the trees. Small critters scurried around the forest, eager to fill their bellies after the snow retreated. The serenity of early spring filled the air.

Malcolm stumbled along the edge of the loch, trying to get home. It had been a long and brutal winter, leaving the couple mile journey down the loch to visit friends impossible. Being the first opportunity in months, he’d eagerly ran down the snow free trail to the larger village and drank his fill while surrounded by the friends he missed.

He moved along much slower than he had earlier that afternoon. Malcolm knew he’d over drank, again, but it was a celebration! And celebrations were just the excuse to enjoy life and celebrate surviving another winter.

It had been a good night, everyone in high spirits, but there was one thing he was missing. Malcolm was hoping for a good fuck. His attraction to men was a luxury he rarely got to enjoy. Almost none understood that it was a sin he neither wanted nor could fully control. His encounters were rare, often nothing more than a traveler wanting to ease his lust with an eager hole.

In his drunken haze, he detected movement on the other side of the loch. Looking over at the source, it appeared to be a large horse, completely black, walking along the shore. Malcolm’s first guess was that some rich noble lost it while moving through the area. While he could move to investigate, Malcolm was rational enough to know that it would be a poor decision. Five miles down to the end and 5 back, or trying to swim across and likely drowning in the endless depth. No, Malcolm would let this oddity pass as he worked towards his own bed.

The road made one of it’s many twists into the treelined, and Malcolm followed it. The warm buzz that filled his body showed no signs of stopping as his shoulders began to sway back and forth with each step. Occasionally, a rock in the road would catch his foot and he would nearly tumble over. He was still quick enough on his feet to remain standing, but the alcohol was taking its toll.

After a short 200 yards, the road inevitably turned back towards the loch. The light of the moon illuminated his surroundings and drove away the darkness. Just down the road, before the next bend, Malcolm could have sworn that he saw a man laying on the rocks. Being the direction of home, he moved closer.

At first he thought the an was dressed in all white, but the closer he got the more Malcolm realized that the man was naked. Standing just a few yards away, he got a full view. The man’s light skin radiated in the moonlight. Dark shaggy hair covered his ears and eyes and was full of seaweed. His muscles were large and more clearly defined than a commoner could hope to have. A little bit lower, Malcolm could easily see his cock, large with a loose foreskin it swayed with every breath the man made. Malcolm couldn’t explain why, but the word stallion came to mind.

Malcolm took a step closer, and the stallion’s cock throbbed. Another step, another throb. The closer Malcolm got, the harder the stallion’s cock got.

The stallion never said a word, he merely beckoned Malcolm forth with a wave of his hand.

A tent appeared in Malcolm’s pants as his cock throbbed at the prospect. Cautiously, under his breath, he told himself “am gunna dae that.” Malcolm stepped off the road and towards the stallion.

At his feet, the stallion stood up. A hand was placed on his shoulder, and he was pushed to his knees. Down he went until the massive cock was staring him in the face. Another hand grabbed his head and guided his mouth to the large sack. Malcolm opened his mouth and accepted it in.

Looking up, he could feel the impressive weight on his face. It smelled fairly clean and like the loch he’d grown up on. Gently, he swirled his tongue around one ball and then the other. Easy motions over the stallion’s nuts. Malcolm could feel his butt relaxing in anticipation.

The hand pulled his face back and the balls left his mouth with a pop. He was directed, at last, to the shaft. Eagerly he danced his tongue along the slab of meat, savoring the unique taste of cock he so rarely got to enjoy. His head was brought near the head and he let his tongue explore the foreskin.

Clean, just like the rest of the stallion, Malcolm could hear the stallion’s breathing grow heavy as his tongue worked it’s way around the head. Finally his head was pushed closer and he let the cock enter his willing mouth.

Malcolm’s jaw began to ache as his loins were on fire. The feeling of his mouth full of cock was one of his favorite sensations. The warmth and the way it moved always drove him wild. The stallion pushed more and it slipped to his throat. Malcolm did his best not to gag but couldn’t help himself. Looking up, he saw a brief look of disappointment on the stallion’s face.

The hand was removed and the cock removed from his mouth. The stallion stepped back and proceeded to lay on the ground, his muscles once again radiating in the moonlight as his cock lay across his stomach.

Malcolm knew what he wanted and ripped his clothes off. Naked, he straddled the stallion’s crotch. With one hand he grabbed the cock and lined it up to his butt. Slowly, he let the weight of his body push down. Pain struck at his hole while the large head pushed it’s way inside. Malcolm was breathing heavy as his cock began to relax. Slowly, he let more slide into him.

Less than half way in, he started to rise. Little bounces of his hips helped the muscles relax. Each downstroke he’d groan as he took a little bit more. Slowly, over what felt like forever, he worked the stallion’s massive cock all the way into him.

Malcolm had never felt so full in his life! He could feel the soft twitching of the stallion’s cock while he fully adjusted to the size. The stallion moved his arms behind his head, and bucked. A grown of pleasure and pain escaped Malcolm’s lips.

Understanding his queue, Malcolm resumed his bouncing. He was only able to get a quarter out before his knees would give way and he’d be sliding down the thick cock once again. The stallion would help with his own thrusts.

Halfway through, Malcolm grabbed his own cock and started stroking. Euphoria danced across his body with every thrust. Riding this stallion was the best sex he’d experienced, ever! Not even his encounter with that English knight could compare.

After who knows how long, the stallion grabbed Malcolm by the hips and forced him down, hard. Malcolm could feel the stallion’s cock twitch as his warm cum filled him up and his own cock reached its climax.

Both were breathing hard but neither made a move. The fear that any change would somehow lessen the orgasm ensured they stayed put.

After several minutes, Malcolm was ready to disembark the stallion’s cock. With his weak knees, he tried standing up. He was stopped by a tugging in his butt. Every effort he made to stand did little more than demonstrate that his arse was somehow fused to the stallion’s cock. Fear boiled up in him as he tried to escape, pounding his fists against the stallion’s chest.

The stallion wrapped his arms around Malcolm and pulled their chests together. After that he stood up, Malcolm still firmly attached to his cock, and turned towards the loch. He ignored Malcolm’s cries for help as he stepped into the cool water.

When they reached chest height, the stallion dove in. Darkness enveloped them as they went deeper and deeper. Down into the depths of the other world.