Eragon bent down to pick up a fallen stick for the fire. As he crouched, he looked behind him to see that Brom was staring at him. The old man quickly looked away and began gathering wood himself.

'He's at it again.' Eragon sent the thought to his dragon Saphira.

He and Brom had been traveling together for over a week now, fleeing from the creatures that pursued Eragon and Saphira. They were on their way to the Varden, a huge population of rebels that went against the king.

Several times during that week, Eragon noticed Brom looking at him, particularly his backside, and then looking away as soon as Eragon saw him staring. He wondered what the old man meant by looking at him this way but never said anything about it.

Eragon wasn't completely accustomed yet to is psychic connection with Saphira. Therefore he sometimes sent thoughts to her unintentionally. It frustrated him not to be able to keep secrets. At the same time, it was a bit comforting to have someone to share his deepest thoughts with, even the ones he had always kept to himself.

Eragon leaned against a boulder and watched Brom strike two rocks together over the kindling they had collected. Unfortunately, it had rained just the night before and the wood was a little damp. After a while, Brom muttered something under his breath, and although he hadn't struck the rocks at that moment, a fire sprang to life over the sticks.

Eragon sat up straighter. "How did you do that?" he asked Brom. "What did you just do?" "I started the fire," Brom answered simply.

Eragon slumped againt the boulder and looked up at his dragon. 'He doesn't trust me,' he told her.

'Maybe we need to trust him first,' Saphira told him with a meaningful look in her deep blue eyes. 'It's not that simple,' Eragon told her yet again.

'It should be.'

Eragon sighed. Saphira didn't understand human social rules, being in the world for so short a time. No matter how many times Eragon tried to explain it to her, she wouldn't get that Eragon's feelings toward Brom were wrong in every way possible. It was wrong that he hoped Brom's odd stares meant he felt the same way.

That night while the two of them sat in front of the fire, Eragon became aware that Brom was staring again. He looked up at the old man and tried to meet his gaze, but Brom quickly looked away.

'Kiss him,' said Saphira, who was pretending to be asleep.

Instead Eragon just moved closer to Brom, feeling nervous. It was stupid for him to think of kissing another man, let alone a man forty years his senior. But as he got closer, Brom looked at him again. This time when Eragon looked back, Brom didn't drop his gaze. His face searched the boy's as though looking for something.

Without thinking, Eragon leaned in a little bit. Realizing what he was doing, he leaned back again embarassed. And then Brom leaned in slowly as Eragon had done. He looked hesitant, unsure.

Eragon's heart was beating fast as they leaned into each other's faces.

When their lips touched Eragon felt excited. He had never kissed anyone before. He loved the feeling of Brom's whiskers tickling his face, the roughness of the skin on the man's hand as it touched his neck.

Brom pushed Eragon's mouth open with his tongue. Eragon felt the tongue exploring his mouth and touched it with his own. Once again the thought ran through his mind that this was very wrong, and yet he couldn't bring himself to stop.

Eragon suddenly felt Brom's other hand on his knee, sliding up his thigh toward his crotch. Panicking, Eragon pulled away from him and stared at the fire, breathing hard.

Brom looked humiliated. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm so sorry, I should never have done that."

Eragon looked back into Brom's sad eyes. "No, it's okay," he said. "It's all right. I'm just nervous.

I've never done this before."

Brom nodded in undertanding and started to kiss him again. Eragon was ready this time for the hand sliding up his leg and it didn't startle him as it had before. He felt the big hand reach his crotch and begin squeezing and rubbing through his pants. Eragon felt his dick starting to swell up. He moaned into Brom's mouth.

Brom stopped rubbing Eragon and lifted the boy's shirt off. He ran his hands over the smooth skin, making Eragon's heart beat ever faster.

Brom pushed Eragon down onto the cold earth and closed his mouth around Eragon's nipple. He sucked lightly and ran his tongue over it. Eragon was surprised at how much it turned him on. His cock was fully hard by now and throbbing for attention.

Brom slowly worked his way down Eragon's body until he reached the lining of his pants. When Brom started to pull them down, Eragon's dick stood straight up. It was a little over six inches.

Once Brom had gotten the boy's pants off, he started to stroke it.

Eragon sighed and closed his eyes as the old man's hand squeezed his cock and pleasured him. He no longer cared how wrong this was, the things they were doing. He was too full of lust by now.

Eragon opened his eyes to look at Brom, who was starting to lower his face toward the boy's prick. He stopped a few inches away. "Is this okay?" he asked. Eragon nodded vigorously.

As soon as Eragon felt the lips close around his cockhead, the tongue flicking all around his pisshole, his mouth opened in a gasp. He had never imagined how good it would feel. Brom engulfed more and more of Eragon's dick until the boy could feel it inside of Brom's tight throat. Brom began to rapidly bob his head up and down, taking it out to the head and then right back in.

Eragon fought hard to keep his legs from jerking. His moans grew louder. He reached down and put a hand on Brom's bobbing head, running his finger's through the old man's hair.

When Brom began to fondle his balls, that really sent him over the edge. He yelled and sent echoes through the trees as his balls tightened and cum burst from him into Brom's mouth.

Eragon thought for a moment that he should have warned Brom, but the old man didn't seem to mind in the slightest. He kept blowing Eragon until he'd milked him of all his cum. When he let Eragon's dick fall from his mouth, every drop was gone.

Brom stood and removed his clothes while Eragon watched. Unlike Eragon, he had a hairy body. His chest was covered in curly grey hair. Eragon liked that.

Brom's cock was about the same size as Eragon's. He began wanking it, making Eragon begin to harden again. And then Brom began to mutter some words and Eragon's mouth fell open as Brom's cock started to grow longer and thicker, until it was eleven inches long and thick as Eragon's wrist.

Eragon sat there a little dumbfounded. He had suspected after the fire that Brom could make magic, but this was more than he would ever have thought magic could do.

"Do you want me to... suck it?" Eragon asked, doubting that he could fit something so large in his mouth.

"No," said Brom. "Get on your hands and knees."

Eragon nervously did as he was told. He knew what Brom intended to do and he didn't think he'd be able to handle it. He'd never even had a normal-sized dick up his ass, nevermind this monster. But he wanted to try this, for Brom.

He felt Brom's hands spreading his cheeks, and then a warm wet tongue reaming his asshole.

Eragon shuddered, surprised to find that it game him pleasure. This was a very different kind of pleasure than having his cock stroked or sucked, but it still felt great.

After Brom had Eragon's hole thoroughly coated in saliva, he poked a finger into it. Eragon tensed and felt himself clench around Brom's asshole. Brom told him to relax, and he did. Brom slowly fingerfucked him, kissing his smooth young ass.

After a minute of this, Brom pulled his finger out and positioned himself behind Eragon, who tried hard to relax his tense muscles. He couldn't imagine it would ever fit without killing him.

Brom prodded Eragon's wet asshole with his cockhead and then pushed it in. Eragon cried out in pain as it entered him. Brom hushed him and touched his back comfortingly. Eragon panted as Brom let him get used to it.

Soon Brom was pushing more in, and Eragon was yelling with every small push. It hurt terribly, but he would't ask Brom to stop. He wanted to Brom to feel the pleasure he had felt before.

Halfway in, Brom stopped and let him get used to it again. "Just breathe," he told Eragon. "Don't tense up too much."

And then Brom slowly went out and in, all the while trying to comfort Eragon, who had taken Brom's advise and let his muscles loosen. He realized that little by little, it was starting to feel very good. He liked the feeling of being stretched out and penetrated.

Brom began to go a little faster. With each push, he dug his cock deeper into Eragon's bowels. By now, they were both grunting pleasurably. Brom gripped the young boys hips and started slamming roughly into him, shoving all eleven inches inside.

Eragon screamed in pain and pleasure, slamming his fist into the ground. He felt Brom's enormous cock deep inside, fucking him hard and fast, stretching him wide open.

'How does that feel, little one?' said Saphira, who still pretended to be asleep, even though both Brom and Eragon knew she wasn't.

'So good,' Eragon told her.

Brom pulled out and flipped Eragon onto his back. Spreading the boy's legs, he quickly shoved back in, making Eragon's eyes pop. He screamed louder than ever. Birds were flying out of trees, disturbed by all the noise he was making.

Eragon reached down and wanked his rock hard prick. Both pleasures together brought him to a new level of screaming.

Brom leaned over him to kiss him, still pounding him hard as he could. Eragon wrapped his legs and arms around Brom, feeling his dick being rubbed between both their bellies. He screamed into Brom's mouth as cum shot out of him onto their stomachs, making them slippery.

Brom reared his head back and they howled in unison as a flood of cum spurted deep inside Eragon. The boy felt the warmth fill him, being pushed deeper while Brom kept shooting more. It seemed never to stop. Brom squirted so many times Eragon lost count before finally pulling out.

At once, Eragon felt the cum pouring out of his asshole to pool on the forest floor.

Brom rolled onto his back, breathing hard. His dick was shrinking back to its normal size. It looked so small now by comparison. His face was flushed and he closed his eyes.

Eragon snuggled up to Brom, who wrapped his arms around him. They clutched each other tightly, never wanting to let go, wanting to be as close as possible.

'Told you so,' came Saphira's voice.

Eragon didn't answer. He just smiled and let himself fall into a deep sleep in the arms of his new lover.