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“Now what did he tell you?” Saruman had just changed
into his night-robe.
“He said that we first should find out what we like
ourselves. Like, what we like to do to ourselves. That we should caress our
bodies in order to learn.”
“Naked, I suppose.” Saruman took off his robe again.
“I guess. And something else, something important: it
is not appropriate to talk about sex in public. Glorfindel was highly
embarrassed when I did so. Even worse: it is not appropriate for two males to
engage in sex with each other. Although it seems to be common knowledge that
such is done. Yet is seems to destroy your reputation somewhat. We should not
mention that Glorfindel does it. And we should not mention that we want to.”
“Humph. I don’t see why we should conceal our love. I
have always loved you, my dear Olorin and this body will not change that. Not
all of Middle Earth will change that.”
A tear rolled down Gandalf’s cheek who was deeply
moved by the fiery confession of his beloved. Manwe had always looked at them
in loving indulgence and it had never occurred to them that things could be
different in Manwe’s very Kingdom!
“What is it? What is with your eyes?” Saruman gently
wiped the tear away.
“I don’t know. Probably some weird reaction, I feel
very moved by what you said. I love you, Curumo.”
“And I love you, Olorin. Come now, let’s settle down
and do as he has told us.”
“Curumo?” Gandalf slowly took off his robe.
“What is it now?” the taller Istar was getting
slightly unnerved.
“You are beautiful to behold!” Gandalf smiled at his
naked lover.
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“Ah!” Saruman let out a small cry,
then it was all silent again. “Olorin?”
“Yes?”
“Could you light up the candle?”
After a bit of rustling sheets and fumbling with the
tinder the candle was lit. “What is it?” Gandalf asked.
“I’m not sure.” Saruman lifted the sheet and stared at
his stomach “I think I’m sick again. Look…”
There was a trail of pearly shimmering, creamy liquid
on Saruman’s stomach that exuded a strong smell.
“Hmmm…” Gandalf
looked closer, trying to determine the source of the substance.
“What?” Saruman stared at Gandalf who stared at the
mess.
“Did that come out of your penis?” a long, gnarled
finger dipped into the cooling liquid.
“Yes.”
“Oh, I think that is…. Glorfindel said that making a
mess while touching oneself was normal and part
of the process. I did not know what he meant – probably this?” now that he saw
it, Gandalf remembered Glorfindel’s comment.
“Thank you for letting me in so soon.” Saruman said
with consternation. He did not like it to appear ignorant.
Gandalf’s arousal faded with the reprimand. “I’m
sorry. I really had forgotten about it. Here, let me clean you.” He took a sock
and gently wiped Saruman’s belly clean. The taller Istar relaxed under the
gentle ministrations.
“Amazing!” Gandalf exclaimed softly.
“What?”
“The extend and speed of which the penis grows and
shrinks. Even while I clean you it is shrinking visibly.” Gandalf gingerly
touched the now soft piece of flesh. Saruman sighed softly.
“That feels nice, Olorin” Saruman reached out to touch
his beloved’s hair, entwining his fingers with the long gray tresses. “And THAT
feels nice, too.”
TBC...
