My First Maypole – Part 2

This is a consensual adult erotic fantasy. All characters are over 18 and fully consenting. This work abides by Patreon's adult content guidelines and contains no depictions of non-consensual acts.

“I…”

The crown still sat in Jens’s lap. Leo’s hand was still outstretched. Mikael’s gaze hadn’t moved from me once.

I felt the words shape in my throat.

“Yes, I want it. All of it!”

Leo didn’t smile. He just exhaled, long and steady, like a candle going out.

“Then come forward,” he said. “It begins now.”

The others stepped back as I moved barefoot over the moss, the air cool against my skin and hot at the same time, like it couldn’t decide if it wanted to comfort or strip me. The maypole loomed ahead. Not the bright, painted one from town. This one was older. Raw wood wrapped in ribbons and cloth, slightly crooked, stained at the base with wax and old ash. It smelled like pine sap and something intoxicating.

Leo met me there, standing at its side like a high priest.

“Take off your shirt,” he said.

Without hesitating I did. Slowly. The fabric clung to my back with slight sweat, and as I peeled it off, the night air hit me, cold, full of scent. Woodsmoke. Birch. Them.

He nodded, then circled behind me. His fingertips brushed the backs of my arms.

“Arms behind you. Touch the pole.”

I obeyed, breath catching. The wood was rough, solid. Almost alive, somehow.

Rope slipped around my wrists, soft, braided, smelling faintly of oils and herbs. Leo worked in silence, tying me off with the kind of calm that made it clear this wasn’t his first time. Every pull of the knot sealed me into the space but I still felt completely safe.

Then he leaned in close, his breath near my ear.

“You are the offering. Tonight, your body stands in for the land, bare, untouched, waiting to be blessed.”

His words reverberated through my body.

“You don’t speak unless asked. You don’t ask unless you need. You are here to feel. To be changed.”

Something soft, fabric slipped over my eyes. Tied snug. Darkness took everything.

The world narrowed to breath and touch.

I heard them move. Bare feet on moss. Cloth rustling. A zipper, maybe. One of them was drinking again. Someone exhaled sharp through their nose.

I was shaking.

Not from fear.

From sheer anticipation building under my skin. From not knowing who was moving. From the way the silence pressed in on my chest like hands.

Then: fingertips at my waistband.

They didn’t ask. They didn’t need to.

My pants came down in two movements, first loose, then gone. Underwear followed. I was naked, bound, blindfolded, and aching. My cock, yes, my cock stood full and flushed, pointing straight out of my body, throbbing with every heartbeat.

Someone’s hand gently flicked across my thigh, not hesitant, but more reverent. I flinched, suddenly feeling ticklish. But the person didn’t stop.

Another hand on my chest. Fingers at my shoulder. Breath, close.

Still no words. Then I felt it.

A mouth

Heat, soft and sudden, wrapped around the head of me, wet and warm.

My knees almost gave out but the pole held me.

It was slow at first. Patient. Whoever it was and I couldn’t tell, moved like they’d done it before. Like they knew the shape of me. The way to make my body listen before my mind caught up.

I gasped, sharply.

The mouth pulled back just enough.

Then deeper. Tongue flicking, circling, working around my cockhead.

My toes curled in the moss. I couldn’t see. I could barely breathe. All I could do was feel. Lips dragging along the length of my dick. A hand gripping the base. Another hand somewhere on my hip, steadying me, like they knew I might fall apart any second.

The heat built fast. Too fast. Too much.

I clenched my teeth, made a noise I didn’t recognize, and Leo’s voice was suddenly there, deep and low:

“Let go.”

No pressure. No demand. Just a command the way the earth commands gravity.

And I fucking did.

I broke apart, flooded, spasmed, lost myself, harder than I knew I could, and I didn’t even know where it landed, on the ground? On him? In his mouth?

Didn’t matter. I was shaking.

And still, I was as hard as the pole I was tied to.

The mouth left me with a final suck and a sharp inhale, I head a slurp and a swallowing sound.

Silence fell again. Not awkward.

I just knew the ritual wasn’t over. Not even close.

Then, the blindfold came away.

The firelight blurred as my eyes readjusted. My chest rose and fell fast. I was shaking, not from cold, but from the way my body had been cracked open and still begged for more.

Jens knelt before me, lips wet, flushed red. His freckles had bloomed across his shoulders and chest, and his hair clung to his temples with sweat. He didn’t say a word. Just swallowed more and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Leo watched. Calm but still sharp and totally in control.

“You’ve emptied yourself,” he said softly. “Now you receive. And you do not touch yourself.”

His eyes found mine, serious, even in firelight.

“You don’t come again until the circle is closed. Understood?”

I nodded. My cock throbbed. Still hard. Still aching. It pulsed against my stomach like it had never finished at all.

Leo nodded once. Then turned to Mikael.

“You start.”

Mikael stepped forward, already naked.

His body was everything it promised, solid, tanned, muscled from real use, not just posing. His chest was broad, with just a light dusting of dark hair. His thighs looked like they could break trees. He jerked his own cock which was uncut, naturally curved up, and rested against a heavy set of balls that bounced slightly as he walked. His pubes were trimmed but not sculpted.

He stood behind me. I was still tied, loose now, but bound enough. Hands on the maypole. Knees soft from shaking.

Then I felt Jens again, behind me now.

He knelt. I could tell from the breath against my lower back. I didn’t know what he was doing until something cool and slick touched me, lube. And then fingers, his fingers pressing carefully between my cheeks.

He circled my hole and then one went in. Slow, then curling.

Then another. He didn’t speak, but I heard his breathing. Focused. Patient. Every stretch made me suck in air, eyes fluttering, legs twitching.

Then I felt it.

Something firmer. Smooth. Wooden.

Jens slid the carved dildo inside me, some handmade thing, lacquered and lightly curved. It wasn’t huge, but it filled me differently. He worked it in with ritual care, in and out, slow and even, preparing me for something bigger. My muscles trembled around it.

Leo came closer. His voice right beside my ear.

“That is the symbol. Now comes the body.”

Jens withdrew the toy and kissed my lower back.

Leo and Jens guided me, so I faced the pole and had my ass out for Mikael, I just went along with everything, like I was entranced or just stupidly horny. I couldn’t tell.

Mikael pressed forward, one hand braced on my hip, the other guiding himself down.

I felt his cockhead first. Broad against my small virgin hole. He didn’t rush.

He pushed in slow, enough for me to feel every ridge of him, the pressure, the stretch, the way my body fought it instinctively, even as I wanted him.

I grunted loud. Bit into the Maypole.

Mikael stopped halfway, steadying my hips.

“You’re doing good,” he said, voice hoarse. “Just breathe.”

He fed the rest of himself into me in one long, dragging thrust.

I gasped, back arching, toes curling again in the moss.

It was too much. Perfect. Raw.

He fucked me slow. Measured. Each thrust a wordless promise that I was his, at least for this. The pressure sparked up my spine, pressed against something deep and shameful and good.

I could feel his balls slap lightly against me with each drive. Could feel the way he shifted slightly to go deeper. Could hear the grit in his breathing as he got closer and closer.

He slid in and out in a faster and faster tempo. His cock like a jackhammer pounding my hole, it felt divine, almost holy.

Then, without a warning, Mikael unleashed into me, grunting, buried so deep. His whole body seized. I felt it. The heat. The clench. The essence inside me that no one else could feel.

But I didn’t come. My cock twitched, leaked. But I didn’t even touch it, the cockhead oozed with precum, but I kept from touching it.

Mikael slid out slow, leaving me open, stretched, still clenching around nothing as his juices started dripping from my spent ass.

Leo stepped forward. And I really saw him, like for the first time.

He was pale as snow down to the waist, but darker below. His cock—long, thick, heavier than Mikael’s stood proud, a vein curling beneath the skin. Uncut like Mikael, but smoother. His balls were tight to his body. His pubes dark and trimmed, neat like the rest of him.

He pressed a hand to my lower back. Not just possession, something deeper.

He didn’t tease.

His erection sank into me in one push, deeper than Mikael, thicker, his hips grinding once he bottomed out.

I cried out. I couldn’t help it.

My whole body jolted, then held still, wrapped around him like I couldn’t breathe without him inside.

He didn’t move at first.

He just spoke.

“In this body,” he said, thrusting once, deep and slow “you carry what we give.”

Another thrust. Harder.

“You are the vessel.”

Again.

“You are the soil.”

Again.

“And what we plant,” he whispered, biting my shoulder, “you give back in kind.”

He fucked me with pure energy. With weight. With rhythm that made the world narrow to friction and fire and surrender. My arms shook from the effort of not touching myself. My cock drooled helplessly, untouched, twitching with every impact.

Then Leo suddenly stilled deep inside me.

He came with a grunt, his fingers digging into my hips, his breath breaking against my neck.

I felt him fill me.

I almost blacked out but they helped me up.

My body shook as they untied my wrists.

I turned, and there was Jens, still hard and still kneeling.

Waiting.

Leo looked at me, sweat shining on his chest.

“Now,” he said. “Give it back.”

I stepped forward.

They untied me slowly, but my limbs didn’t fall. My body knew what it wanted now. Knew what it was meant to do.

Leo stepped back. Jens waited. On his knees, cock flushed and twitching, breath fast. His eyes flicked up to me, open, trusting, but ready.

He turned, hands on the moss, waiting for me to climb behind him.

But I didn’t.

I stepped in front of him instead. Reached down.

Pulled him to his feet.

And kissed him. Hard.

My mouth crashed into his. Lips wet, tongues clashing, his gasp echoing in my mouth as I gripped the back of his neck. His body melted against mine. He moaned—no, not moaned, made a sound like he'd been punched in the gut by something he'd wanted too long.

Leo exhaled behind me, dry and amused.

“I guess,” he said, low and cool, “Jens really want it.”

Mikael barked a breath of laughter. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

I didn’t stop kissing Jens. His hands clawed at my sides. I turned him with me as I dropped down to the blanket, guiding him onto his back, kissing down his neck, down his chest, licking sweat from his stomach.

He raised his legs for me.

No shame. Just pure lust and undistilled desire.

He wrapped them behind his own head, palms spread open beside his hips like he was presenting himself to the gods.

His cock stood rigid, already damp. Beneath it, his pink, smooth hole, slick from the toy he’d clearly used while watching me get fucked, beckoned like nothing ever had.

I put my virgin dick to his hole but not as some tentative virgin boy, but as someone who wanted to be inside him. Who needed and belonged inside.

I pushed in his sphincter slow, steady, deep.

Jens gasped sharp, head falling back, chest rising like he’d been pulled underwater.

“Fuck, Albin,” he breathed.

I was shaking. Not from nerves, from need.

I started moving. Not rough. Not slow.

Hungry.

He took it all, arched into me, begged with his body, mouth open in half-sentences he couldn’t finish.

Behind us, I heard a sharp grunt.

Mikael.

He was stroking himself, watching us, the slap of skin on skin getting louder, faster.

Then, his breath caught. A hard exhale.

And then a animalistic growl.

“Shit—!”

His cock unleashed a torrent of sticky stripes of whitish, gray liquid, his cum, landing across Jens’s stomach, his chest, even my thigh. He collapsed back, panting, already softening, still muttering a breathless, “Fuck, fuck, fuck...”

I didn’t stop.

Jens was still clenching around me, arms now thrown back above his head.

Leo moved into view, still hard. His cock longer, thicker than Mikael’s. Flushed red, glistening. One hand wrapped tight around it as he stepped over us.

“Finish the rite,” he said. “Complete it.”

He stroked himself once, twice, while he growled low.

Hot thick streaks painted across Jens’s throat, his cheek, one drop catching in his open mouth.

Jens didn’t flinch.

He just moaned again, desperate, full, fucked open in every way.

And then, he too broke.

Jens ejaculated, his seed spilling across himself, across me, twitching and gasping and still tight around me.

And at that moment I could not hold back anymore, the tingling in my balls boiled over.

My hips slammed forward, deeper than I’d ever gone. My body locked.

I gave it to him. Hard.

I gently bit his shoulder, kissed his mouth, pushed into him until there was nothing left. Emptied my balls inside him, it felt so good, so free, like it was there my own essence belonged.

He kissed me back like he’d been waiting years for it.

And for a moment, the fire, the trees, the others, disappeared.

It was just me and him.

And the mess we’d made of each other.

The fire burned low behind us, just embers now.

The moss was damp beneath our feet as we walked, naked, bruised, grinning through the woods. Someone laughed, and it caught like a spark. The air was soft and almost crackling in that way it only gets after something ancient and potent has passed through it.

The lake waited at the tree line, black glass and cool steam rising where it touched the night.

Leo waded in first, without a word.

Then Mikael ran and cannonballed like a kid, splashing everyone.

Jens grabbed my hand and tugged me forward.

The water hit like a shock, then wrapped around me like silk. Cold, then warm. A full-body baptism. We all floated, drifting in the dark, limbs occasionally brushing, no one caring. Skin to skin, waterlogged and high on everything we’d done.

I didn’t know what time it was. I didn’t care.

Algae brushed my ankles. The stars were so clear they looked close enough to pull down.

I turned in the water, arms drifting wide, eyes finding Jens where he floated on his back like a fox in the reeds.

“I applied,” I said.

He blinked, smiling without sitting up. “To what?”

“Minnesota State.”

That got a reaction.

Mikael let out a cheer and splashed me straight in the face. Leo laughed a rare, real sound, low in his chest. Jens kicked over and grabbed me in a hug that turned into a half-wrestle, half-float, and didn’t let go.

We stayed tangled like that. Breathing each other in. Foreheads pressed.

“You guys only do this once a year?” I asked, still breathless.

Jens tilted his head, half a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “No.”

His voice dropped, serious and quiet.

“It binds us. Forever.”

Leo swam past, hair slicked back, gliding like a shadow through the shallows. “Rituals,” he said, “need refreshing. Often, very often in fact.”

Jens kissed me.

Not rushed. Not hungry.

Just... home.

And in that moment—with the water around us, the stars above, his lips on mine—I felt it.

Not heat or fear.

Just this impossible calm.

Like whatever I was before had been shed in the fire.

And I thought, as the world blurred and his mouth opened against mine:

Fuck. If this is a dream, I don’t ever want to wake up.