Invariably when the sun was high and so hot it felt like the skin would melt from my bones, I would retreat to the cellar. My mother kept the cobbles swept regularly and the stones kept cool even in the heat of the day. I would drag my sweat soaked body down and lay my cheek against them in an effort to chill my fevered skin. It was on a day like the depths of hell had joined us when I was plastered on the ground in exhaustion that I first spoke to him.

"Mrs wont likely appreciate all that dirt Master Ethan." The deep voice came from the shadows and put a chill up my back despite the warmth of it. I shifted my head to look over at the man counting wine bottles in the corner and nearly moaned with pleasure at the fresh cool stones I had laid upon.

"I'm already sweat soaked. Either way my clothes are dirty. Not like she is the one who scrubs them. Nor pays for them, for that matter." I mumbled from my sprawled position on the floor.

He chuckled and the rumble brought a blush to my cheeks. I was being incorrigible and we both knew it. I watched him carefully check the labels and shift them just so. His long, lean fingers slowly made the marks with charcoal and he patiently went through the rows.

"There somethin' you be needing from me, Master Ethan?" he rumbled without looking in my direction. I studied his calm face and wondered aloud to myself.

"Just wonderin' where you learned to count and write." I mumbled. He looked over finally at that. His dark eyes delving into mine as if to look into my soul.

"My old Master taught us, sir. He needed specific amounts and didn't want anyone accidentally shorting him, nor on purpose. We had to keep track o' everything we did. Does it bother you? Me counting and writing?" His rumbling voice was both warm and cold at the same time, if you get my meaning. I smiled with no anger, no pride, and no meanness.

"I am not like my father. I'm learning the business but forgettin' the practices... if you catch my drift." I looked him in the eye and held it. He finally cracked a grin and went back to his counting. He and I, we understood each other now. That meant I could stare at him for as long as I wanted while he worked without me bothering him. Well, bothering him much anyhow.

He was a handsome fella, as men go around these parts. Tall and lean, he was, with smooth and even skin over taught muscles from working hard. His short cropped hair gleamed healthy even in the dim light and I had caught the flash of white, even teeth when he grinned. Even those black eyes with their flash of intelligence and danger were bright and caught my eye. I grinned to myself at my midsummer fantasizing.

"What-choo grinnin' at Master Ethan?" I was so busy looking him over that I didn't notice he had stopped counting and was slightly turned to watch me as I appraised him from toes to tips. I blushed now under his curious gaze and looked away from those searching eyes. Not a chance was I admitting to him my innermost thoughts. Especially since they directly concerned him.

"Nothin'." I mumbled sheepishly. He grinned right large at that, and after checking the cellar door was shut he shook his head reprimanding at me.

"Now, Master Ethan, y'cant look at a man like that and say it's nothin'. I reckon I am right flattered with you being as handsome a lad as was, and I suppose my better to boot." He licked his lips and frowned at the thought. He also looked away, to my utter disappointment.

"NO. Not your better. Not in my mind anyhow, where it matters. You've got a few years on me, I'd imagine. You're a might bit quicker at the mathematics than I am too. If anyone is anyone else's better- then you'd be mine." I smiled again as his head whipped around at that in surprise. The silence was pregnant with tension and possibilities.

"You are right. You are not your father. I'd say you are about as far from him as Tai from town is from his homeland." He said eventually, his eyes bright. I got up from the floor and walked the few feet to where he stood now, his papers tossed aside to meet me.

"I reckon I'm terrible at geography too. Wanna teach me?" The double-entendre was not missed as he chuckled in that deep timbre. Like thunder over the hills in springtime, it was just as exhilarating and refreshing. His hand was hesitant as it came up to caress my face. I leaned into it as the rough fingers stroked across my smooth cheek before burying themselves into my hair.

My eyes closed and I groaned in pleasure at the feel of his hands carding my hair. My slight gasp when his lips hit mine made the kiss sensual in an instant. Those lovely teeth raked across my bottom lip and I moaned again as those strong arms pulled me up against his muscled body. His tongue plunged in to caress mine and I shivered as it tickled the roof of my mouth in its questing.

My hands clung to the front of his vest and at some point began undoing the buttons in their quest for flesh-to-flesh contact. As my hands hit hot, hard muscles I heard his much deeper moan inside my mouth and it was like swallowing a hit of whiskey from pa's stash without permission. Gut warming and satisfying deep inside my chest. He straightened away from my lips and rather than protest, I put my mouth to kissing the wide expanse of chest before me.

"Master Ethan..." His voice was thick, so low and tight with warning in it that my eyes raised to his. They were lust filled, like mine, but cautious and very controlled. I put a space between us in my youthful confusion.

"I... I am sorry. Did... you not want to? I mean, you don't have to... I just thought that..." I was pulled roughly back against his body and reassuring lips roamed mine hotly for a spell. We broke apart again with a gasp and he stroked my hair.

"Would and should are two very different matters." He breathed into my ear. I shivered and nodded my understanding. I think he must've been disappointed when I broke away and headed for the stairs. At the top though, instead of opening the reinforced oak planks and disappearing into the heat, I slid the almost invisible iron bolts into place that may not have been used in years. The dust on them made a snug fit and I wiped my hands on my pants before turning back round.

"Now you've naught to worry about." I said as I came back down the steps. Second to last and he was moving to take me back into his arms. Last and I was at perfect height that I neither had to reach nor he to crouch to connect our mouths together again. I took the opportunity to stroke the soft black locks that lay close to his head. The tight curls were springy against my light touch and I smiled at the feel of him in my arms.

"Naught to worry about? Ah lad, it means I've got a sight more to worry about now." He said into my neck as he placed feather-light kisses across the smooth, salty skin. My breath hitched when his teeth ran across a particularly sensitive spot on my neck. I shivered again when he stopped and went back to pay extra attention to it. My hips jerked up against his abdomen to rub my now engorged cok. He pulled my leg forward to rub his own hardening length against and I gasped at the size of the meat concealed under those unsuspecting and mundane trousers. It was fantastic compared to my own modest hardening.

"Aye. You've much to worry about indeed. It seems so have I." He chuckled at my breathless words. I wasted no more time as I began tugging to remove our clothes. Even cooled by the cellar, they were still too hot in our current condition to bear. When our heated skin made contact without the barrier of fabric, I sighed in relief. God above, his skin was like fine silk wrapped around those firm muscles and solid bones. Comforting in a way and making my breath catch with passion at the same time.

I put my hands all over him, to memorise the features until we could steal away again. It might be days, months, even years before that might happen and I wanted to remember with all my being. His hands were doing the same, taking in my body like a man starving. I giggled a bit when his questing fingers trailed over more sensitive areas on my sides and he grinned before kissing me again. It was slow and deep as his tongue tasted every nook and cranny of my mouth.

"Mmm... more. I want more, please." I gasped when our lips finally parted for air. He pressed his forehead to mine and stroked my face and hair. Staring into my eyes, considering, maybe trying to see into my soul's deepest desires. Whatever he saw there had him humming lowly under his breath and running his hands down to my arse to grasp the cheeks and lift me up into his arms. I was carried back behind the shelves to where some crates and sacks of grains sat.

He propped me up on one rather sturdy stack and pushed my legs up into my chest. He knelt down in front and I felt the warmth of his breath before I felt the hot, wet muscles of his tongue press up against my hole. I gasped as it penetrated my tight ring outside with a decisive thrust. A hand joined his mouth as he wormed his finger in with his saliva and alternately pressed each into my tight entrance. Or was it an exit? No, today it would be his entrance.

I wanted it to my core and held my legs up through the sensations to help him prepare me. When one finger was now three at once, and my arse dripped with saliva, he stood again. I watched in awe as he stroked the long, thick flesh that now stood proudly at the apex of his thighs. He grinned at my expression and moved forward to press the head of his weapon against my damp hole. I pushed out at his instruction and the tip popped in up to the ridge. I gasped at the burn and stretch.

"Don't hold your breath. Just breathe slow and easy as you can manage." He crooned to me as his hands massaged everywhere they wandered. I relaxed under the tones of his deep purring voice and gentle hands. I could feel the slide as his cok went in deeper with each inhale and relaxing of my hips. It stretched me to the utter maximum, that big ole cok of his. I was sure I was gonna tear into pieces before it all fit inside, but I was wrong.

Though my legs trembled, my arse ached, my hole burned and my forehead did sweat... I took it all. The fullness of his whole dik was inside and burning me with his heat from where it was buried. I whimpered as he pulled out of me aways and then slid right back in- maybe even deeper. He moaned in such ecstasy that I closed my eyes to savour the sweet rumble.

Not smart since I was unprepared for when he lost his gentlemanly hesitancy and pulled out with a good grip on my thighs to slam back into me hard. I barely held back my scream, only seeing as it lodged in my throat as he did it again right away. Tears poured from my eyes at the sheer intensity of what I was feeling. His thrusts were almost too much as he rubbed me with his thick, hot meat.

Scratch that, maybe it was too much. It was like nothing I had felt before, even in my own cock-choking orgasms during masturbation. It had my back arched and my nails dug in. It even overwhelmed the pain and fullness of an overlarge dik in my virgin hole. Whatever this was, I never wanted it to end.

I babbled endearments. I bucked into the thrusts to keep the sensation going. Each rub was intense like leaving your hand too close to the fire. He murmured to me in other languages, beautiful words spilling out into my ears as my cok loosed itself all over my stomach. So much spilled out, like I'd never seen before. Still it shot until I swear I wouldn't be able to shoot for months. It dripped down the sides of my body, hot and runny. He ran a finger through it and tasted it.

My back ached now, my arse was numb, and my insides were suddenly sloshing with a full load from that glorious man between my legs. We panted for breath and stared at one another. I grinned up in tired satisfaction and he mirrored my good humour. My legs fell low, his cok swung out of my wet hole and he half collapsed on top of my body with no mind for my sem*n covered torso. In fact, I think he wiggled a little in it with that naughty smile of his.

"Jesus I'm a mess." I mumbled and felt the rumble of his laugh through my chest.

"Jesus had naught to do with it." He shot back. I giggled. He was lazily kissing my collar bones and chest now, stroking my sides as we both came down from our orgasms. With a yawn, and a stretch I felt through my whole body, we both moved to clean ourselves up. I used a rag that he had brought with him for wiping the bottles to clean myself before tugging my sweaty clothes back on.

"You want me to help you with your mathematics, Ethan?" he asked me kindly as he tucked stray hairs behind my ear, all sweet like. I grinned and nodded my agreement. It would give me extra time with him that could be rightly explained away. That is, if I could pay attention to his teaching instead of those lush lips that I wanted back on me.