Aragorn stared into the fire. Opposite him, Boromir did the very same thing. Suddenly the Gondorian stood up and walked down the hillside. The Ranger's eyes followed him. Then the Ranger also followed, with silent steps. What he saw did not particularly surprise him. Boromir sat on a stone, masturbating. Suddenly Aragorn felt his own manhood also harden.
'A strange night, is it not?' He asked, feigning a casual tone.
Boromir jumped up, his cheeks red.
'I'm sorry.' Aragorn said.
'Do you feel this... longing, too?'
'Indeed I do.' And he sat beside Boromir, legs apart to show he meant his words.
'I once knew a girl... in Lebennin, who would touch me - like this' he demonstrated on himself 'and now I indeed miss her.'
'Show me how you do it,' Aragorn asked, and Boromir helped him get rid of his breeches, then guided his hand to ease his pressure. For a long moment the two men each attended to their own needs, then, satisfied for the time being, just sat and leaned against each other.

'Oh, sod it!' Aragorn suddenly exclaimed.
'What?'
'I'm back where I started, again.'
'You mean...'
'Have a look.' Boromir did indeed look, and felt a curious desire as he saw how large his companion was. It was nothing like the jealousy he thought he ought to feel.
'I have an idea. What if I give you a helping hand? Might be faster that way.'
'Would you really?'
'Why not? Your member ain't any dirtier than my own, and then you can do the same to me.'
Boromir went to work before he had finished his sentence, and put his both hands to it.
'Imagine it's a woman.' He whispered.
'Ahhh... you are wonderful... oh, oh...'Aragorn moaned and trembled, 'now I'm comin'!'
Boromir wiped his hands on the moss, already feeling his own arousal. He took the seat on the stone and Aragorn knelt before him, taking his manhood in his hands.

Boromir suddenly thought 'this man is the heir of Isildur, one day he will be my king, but tonight he kneels for me and...'
After that thought he almost came, but managed to control himself. He didn't want it to end, and he certainly did not think about women. When he came at last, in Aragorn's palm, he shouted his name.
'Oh, my! You sure have endurance - or did I do something wrong?' Aragorn asked.
'No, I loved it. Thank you so much.' Boromir kissed him on the cheek.
'Oh, but that's too chaste after what we've shared.' Aragorn winked, and took Boromir completely by surprise by giving him a passionate kiss on the mouth, tongue and all.
Boromir in turn embraced him fiercely, tears brimming in his eyes. Still locked in that embrace, they lay down on the ground.
'If you were a woman, my Boromir, you would not remain a virgin tonight.'
'Neither would you.'
'I almost wish I were a woman, so I could lie with you.'
'So have me! There is a way.'
'Is there?'
Boromir went on all fours, his back to Aragorn.
'See? A smelly old hole, but I'm afraid I can't offer your member a better place.'
Aragorn laughed, but he saw the truth of Boromir's words.
'You think I could squeeze myself in there?'
'I'm sure you can do anything you want tonight.'
Soon Boromir's words were proved true, as Aragorn found much pleasure in a 'smelly old hole' - and now he no longer thought of women, either.