With his normal paranoid tendencies, he looked out the window at the grave just to ensure it was still intact. It was this time. At the same time, he... noticed the lengthening of shadows and realized how late it was getting. His stomach lurched and rumbled reminding him that he’d eaten nothing all day. After disposing of his cleaning supplies, he raided the basement freezer, which was more like a cooler at this point, and found a nice big T-bone steak for dinner. ‘Well at least something has. They left the showers, relaxed and continued to cool down in some lounge chairs next to the locker room. The men casually discussed bodies, cocks, and sex. They may have been relaxing but each of the men was still hard. They stroked their cocks for the other guys to watch. Bill and Jerry shared that they had wives in the Midland area, were both married for 25 years, and were best men in each other’s wedding. They had kids in high school and college, and working overseas helped pay the college. Not all of the Picts were men in the prime of their lives. Twenty two could be termed young men starting out learning the trade of war.With this many Picts within this distance from the city it was assumed that a siege was in place. Our walls and four cannons would keep this tribe of Gauls at a respectful distance, at least until the powder ran out. The farmers we had placed outside the walls were mostly Picts too and should not have suffered much. Or at least I hoped that.Our guests though. His hand rested on my waist for a second, then he removed it to fix is hair. “Oh, you loved it,” was his reply as he walked away. “Maybe I’ll stop by in the morning…?” He was gone before I could protest. I pushed through the day, as long and agonising as it was. I kept thinking of his face between my legs, or the way his cock sprung upwards when I pulled his boxers down, or how his hands roamed my body as he fucked me. It was torture, and it was amazing at the same time. When I got home there.