Prologue
Raoul of Goldenlake sat up in bed, swearing as he tried to catch his breath. Beside him, his wife Buri groaned and pulled the covers back over her shoulder.
"Another nightmare?" she muttered but didn't wait for his answer as she fell asleep once again with ease, her light snoring reaching his ear.
Raoul sighed, placing his feet to the cold floor and making his way to the bathroom. He had been having the same for the past month, ever since his return from Feif Naxon on visit to his childhood friend, Gareth of Naxon. When he had been woken the first time, Buri-surprised at this- had consoled him. He had shrugged it off as a bad dream and she didn't press him. The fact, however, remained that every time he was startled from his sleep, he woke with a raging hard on.
Placing his hands on the sink, he pressed his head to the cool surface of the mirror. The dream had been simple enough, but the events of the dream shook him far more than any nightmare had. The reason was that in this dream, he had made love to Gary.
He shuddered slightly as his cock gave an impatient throb in his loincloth. Never in his life had he been attracted to or aroused by another man. That is, never until the events at Feif Naxon.
He had planned to stay a week and the evening before he was to return to Goldenlake, Gary had excused himself to bed, complaining of a headache. Raoul hadn't thought anything of it and that night he'd decided he'd take a long, hot bath. He made his way to the baths and was curious to find the door cracked open. He guessed that Gary had decided to take a hot bath to help soothe his headache before he went to bed. Raoul had seen the man naked more than enough times to be embarrassed to share the bath with Gary. They'd swam together naked along with their other friends back when they'd trained as knights. As he approached the door, however, his hand froze on the handle as a noise reached his ear. That noise made his face flush as he peeked through the crack to find the source. What he saw made him blush profusely.
Gary sat in a tub, his head arched against the edge of the tub, eyelids fluttering and lips parted slightly. Soft moans escaped the man as his hand moved up and down in the water. It wasn't long until Raoul realized that Gary was stroking himself. Raoul had never pleasured himself, thinking it dirty and unfair to his wife. Now he watched avidly as Gary arched so contentedly and all in reply to his own touch. Raoul was shocked as he realized that his hand had made its way to his hardening member and he was rubbing himself through the material of his pants. With a quick glance around, he ignored his conscience and sliding his pants down enough to release his cock, he grasped it tightly and slowly began to stroke it. His eyes closed tightly as his pace grew, and he soon heard Gary's cry of ecstasy as he released. Moments later, Raoul felt his cock throb and he came over his hand. Suddenly ashamed, he wiped his hand on his shirt and pulled up his pants, rushing to his sleeping quarters, the image of Gary pleasing himself prominent in his mind. He returned home and try as he might, he couldn't get that picture of his friend out of his head. Recently he'd started to wonder what it would feel like to lie with a man, but he wanted the dreams and thoughts to stop as well.
The next day he told Buri that he needed to discuss something important with Gary and that he'd be back within a week. She nodded, though he could easily tell that something was bothering her. He left that afternoon for Feif Naxon, praying to Mithros that he could get this nightmare sorted out.
