Boromir tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. He felt out of place amongst all these elves. Galadriel had turned his guts to water just by looking at him and the others… these weren’t elves like Elrond and his family. The word ‘feral’ passed through his mind. Rolling onto his back he stared up at the stars and let his mind drift back home, to Gondor… Standing on the highest tower of his father’s keep. The sun setting in the west, a breeze blowing through his hair. Riding full-tilt across the plains on his favourite horse, his brother laughing behind him as they raced home. The face of a pretty girl… or lad in his bed. The face of Galadriel, holding her damned jug of curses… Boromir twitched in his sleep, his heart rate increasing as his dream turned darker. The Elf-witch pouring out silvery damnation, himself helpless to look… Boromir didn’t wake at the approach of his two smallest companions, but some part of him registered their arrival and he calmed. A soft mouth, warming him. A gentle sigh and a firm caress… Boromir opened his eyes and blinked in confusion at the sight before him. Merry was curled around his left side and Pippin around his right. His shirt was unbuttoned and Merry was licking gently at his nipple while Pippin worked to unfasten his belt. They were both naked, and hard. “What..?” Boromir started before Pippin hushed him with a finger to his lips. “Shhh, be still. You were having a bad dream, let us make it better.” Boromir wasn’t sure if he was still dreaming or not. He’d never had these sorts of thoughts about the little ones before. Or at least not many. He gasped as Pippin slipped a hand into his breeches and squeezed his firming length. “Tall trees and mushrooms! Merry, what they say about human men is true, they are big all over!” Pippin squeaked. Boromir chuckled and patted Pippin on the head. “Trust me, little one, men come much bigger than me. I’m considered very… average.” Merry had moved down to tug at Boromir’s breeches. “Let me see… ohhh…” “Merry, do you think…?” “Pip, you aren’t serious?” Pippin ran one small hand over Boromir’s hard cock. “Oh yes.” Boromir tried to sit up. “What…” was all he managed to say before Pippin was sprawled over him, kissing his face and neck... Boromir felt a couple of dainty licks over the head of his cock before Merry sat up and said; “You’re going to need a lot of oil, Pip. A lot of stretching too. He’s even bigger than that wooden thing Sam keeps in his shed.” A few thoughts about whether or not he should be doing this crossed Boromir’s mind, but he decided that since Merry and Pippin must have planned this in advance, he might as well lie back and enjoy it. He slid his hands up to tangle in Pippin’s hair and pulled his head down for a deep, intense kiss. Pip’s tongue danced in his mouth, and his lips were soft and tasted of apples. Pippin groaned and pressed closer, his hard cock digging into Boromir’s stomach and his legs spreading so he straddled Boromir. Pippin groaned again and Boromir slid his hands down to cup Pippin’s backside. Boromir found Merry’s hands already busy there, probing Pippin’s hole with oily fingers. Boromir used one hand to hold Pippin down, preventing him from humping against his stomach and rubbed the fingers of his other hand through the oil coating Merry’s fingers. Merry got the message, poured more oil over Pippin’s cleft and pulled back a little so Boromir could slide one finger up into Pippin. Pippin tried to rub his cock against Boromir, but Boromir chuckled and held him tighter. “Be still, little Pip, I thought you wanted more than my finger up there. You don’t want it to be over too soon.” “I’ll sort him, Boromir.” Merry said, sitting down beside them. “Let him go a moment.” Boromir did as he was bid and Merry shot a hand out to squeeze tightly at the base of Pippin’s cock. “That should keep him fresh for a bit.” Merry leaned down and kissed Boromir. Pippin’s face was pink and sweaty. “Thank you Merry. I think. Ohhh!” Boromir had slipped two fingers inside him and was slowly pushing them deeper. “Uh… ooh, that’s big.” Pippin said, leaning back carefully. “I’m a lot bigger than two fingers, Pip.” Boromir said. “Are you sure you want to do this?” “Yes! Give me another finger, I can do it.” Merry shook his head and sighed. “Pip, you aren’t going to be able to sit for a week after this.” “Don’t care… want it.” Pippin said, breathing slowly as Boromir teased his stretched opening with a third finger. Merry moved behind him and started licking the stretched skin and Boromir’s fingers. Boromir let out a curse as Merry’s chin brushed over the end of his cock and Merry sucked a little precome off the tip. Boromir’s grip tightened and his third finger penetrated Pippin’s hole. Pippin yelped and then moaned as Merry’s tongue returned. Boromir slowly pumped his fingers in and out of Pippin, feeling the tight muscle relaxing in slow increments. Finally he judged Pippin ready. “Pip… little one… slide down and ride me. I’ll try not to move, just go as slow as you like.” Boromir was biting his lip to keep from throwing Pippin down and taking him, but the thought that he might get to do this again if Pippin enjoyed it kept his baser instincts under control. Pippin whimpered as Boromir pulled his fingers out and quickly shuffled back until Boromir’s cock was pressed against his hole. “Merry, can you help?” Pippin asked. “Hurmph, and just when do I get some fun?” Merry grumbled, oiling Boromir’s cock and holding up at just the right angle for Pippin to sit on it. “Once Pippin is where he wants to be, come here and I’ll show you.” Boromir said with a catch in his voice. He could feel Pippin’s body relaxing as he pushed against it. Suddenly Pippin dropped down an inch and they both gasped at the feeling. The head of Boromir’s cock was lodged inside Pippin and they both froze, adjusting to the new sensations. Boromir moaned and held still only with a strength of will he wasn’t sure would last long; he’d never been in a lad so tight before. He moan was cut off as Merry’s tongue swiped across his lower lip. “All right, Boromir. I’m here, now what are you going to do with me?” Merry asked. Boromir pulled Merry up until he was sitting on Boromir’s chest. Pippin reached out and held onto Merry’s shoulders as he sank down another inch. Boromir pulled Merry’s legs apart and lifted his head up to lick slowly and firmly up the hard and weeping evidence of Merry’s arousal. Merry tilted forwards, pushing his cock at Boromir’s mouth and pulling Pippin forwards and down, further onto Boromir’s cock. Three shocked gasps floated in the night air and there was a moment’s pause before the two hobbits began to move. One fucking Boromir’s mouth, the other fucking himself on Boromir’s cock. Merry reached around to grip Pippin’s cock in his still-oily hand and the three of them rocked with increasing urgency. Merry was the first to come, releasing into Boromir’s mouth with a yell. Boromir tried to hold out, but the sight of Merry in erotic abandon triggered his orgasm. He thrust up into Pippin and groaned. Pippin yelped at the sudden intrusion of more cock than he was completely prepared for then came hard as his sweet-spot was hit and Merry turned around and unexpectedly sucked him. They lay in a sweaty pile for a few minutes, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow. Pippin sighed as Boromir’s cock shrank inside him. “Thank you Boromir. This will be a tale to tell my grandchildren.” Merry snickered. “Oh, I can’t wait to see that. ‘Peregrine Took’s Erotic Adventures, or What I did with the Horn of Gondor’. You should write it down.” Boromir had the unfamiliar urge to giggle. “I’d like a copy if you ever do.” “I’m not a scholar. I’ll just brag about it at the pub and someone else can write it down.” Pippin yawned. Merry grunted. “If it’s anything like your usual drunken boasting, Boromir here will end up with a weapon the size of his arm.” “In that case, I definitely want a copy.” Boromir laughed. “Something to show my grandchildren.” The snickered over that for a while, before falling asleep. Pippin spent the next week eating standing up. With a big smile on his face. The end
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