“Didn’t you know?” I said over the bonfire, “This guy’s surname is a Salt-Beard.” I don’t have salt in beard nor do I have a beard on my chin. It’s a funny surname but Carim doesn’t seem to get it.
“Salt-Beard’s a common surname. There’s Secret-Fire, Upon-Stones, High-Rock, and Black-Hand.”
“How about you Carim, do you have a surname?”
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. I don’t remember.”
“How about I give you one? Like Steel-Flame, Fire-Blade, Enchanted-Fire…”
“Hmmm…” Carim groaned. “How about no? Carim did me well the two-and-twenty years, it will do fine until a blade falls upon me. How about you, do you have a surname?”
I do in fact. “Smithson,”
And so, Carim laughed. “Jon Smithson? A dog that’s the son of a smith? That’s a story for ages. Salt-Beard will do fine. Won’t raise the suspicion if anyone heard. Won’t make them laugh too.” Carim laughed once more.
Rain poured before we took refuge in the clearing but soon, the bright sun appeared from the clouds giving the whole forest a humid atmosphere. Wearing armor in these conditions is horrendous. This body sweat a lot and the mail I’m wearing is dripping with sweat. I tried to remove my armor but I can’t remove the knots of the leather strips holding its place. Luckily, Carim is here to remove my armor. I removed my clothes except for the one on my loins and headed for the nearby river.
The river is pretty shallow and that’s a good thing. Its pristine waters are sourced from the Northern mountains and run toward the South. I dipped my feet in the cold waters and slowly drenched my whole body before removing the cloth of my loins. So to say, I found the reason why I’m feeling tight down there. Gren has a pretty large package for a man of his looks. By God, it’s so heavy and thick. The added flesh meant more nerve ending which made me more sensitive to the brisk river water coursing around it.
I don’t have any soap so I did whatever the means to clean myself. I grabbed one smooth river stone and rubbed it where dirt has accumulated. In my pits, my chest, the crevasse of my abs and the space between groins. The rock couldn’t enter my ass so I cleaned it with my bare hands instead. With that done, I sat on one clean and flat rock and let the cool waters relax my sore muscles. Well, until I saw Carim naked and jumped at the river.
I thought it was a trick of the light or a drop of water entered my eye. But his junk was even bigger than mine. It’s not as thick but damn. The shaft reaches down to his knees. I rubbed my eyes but sure enough, what I’ve seen is real. Carim rubbed his body and flicked off any dirt latching on his skin.
“Aren’t you bothered by that?” I asked pointing at his dick.
“My loins? Why would I be bothered?”
“You’re wearing a tight shin guard down there and that thing, it’s huge!”
“Smithee forged my custom armor, including the steel protecting my family jewels. I didn’t ask him to but Haafgar insisted that Smithee forge me one. Also, wait till you see Haafgar’s dick.”
“Is it normal for you people to flaunt your bodies to others?”
“By others, you meant fellow men? I nodded. “Well yes. Showing off your defenseless body to a companion shows the highest rank of trust. Is it not normal in your world?”
“No. It’s embarrassing showing your body to others.”
“So that’s why you’re all red.”
“Also, men from my world compares their dick sizes to each other.”
“That’s bollocks. Men should not be judged by their length but by their performance in bed and the sons they bear.”
“You know, that’s a nice saying you got there.”
“Aye,” Carim moved closer “You trust me right?” He asked.
I nodded my head and suddenly, his hands lifted underwater and grabbed me by the balls. He gave it a firm squish before letting go. He was laughing hoarsely as I am getting red all over from embarrassment.