The tale of the tailor

After dinner, the innkeeper led us to our quarters, giving the Bishop a separate bedroom for himself, and to his entourage, which included me, he took us to a large communal dormitory where there were different bunks, so I ended up in the lower bunk under the one occupied by the Captain, to my great delight, as I had been attracted to that military man from the beginning. Tired from the day, the Captain removed his boots, doublet, and shirt, remaining in his stockings. I, on my part, undressed completely and covered myself with the blankets of that bunk, in which I found, along with warmth, the company of some fleas and lice that entertained me while I drifted off to sleep.

My sense of smell was filled with the aroma of the Captain. What does a man smell like before sleep? I was reached by the smell of his feet, tired from being enclosed in his boots, releasing effluvia of sweat and road, of march and battle. I was reached by the perfume of his armpits, wrapped in the effort of the fighting arm, and the herbaceous aroma of his muscular chest. I could even distinguish, without disgust or disdain, the smells of his ass and his cock, thick smells of semen, urine, and shit, which left in the air the olfactory image of his virility. Can one fall in love with a smell? All of them, like invisible strings, entwined my body, tied it, lifted it. They tied my tired pieces here and there, wrapped around my neck until suffocation, crossed my torso, bound my wrists to my testicles, went back and crossed between my buttocks, pressing my anus with cruelty, leaving my body suspended from the Captain's sleep and my sleep, with my cock erect, feeling an irresistible pleasure.

I woke up sweaty and wet, with my crotch sticky from having cum during the night. Outside, it was dawn. The Captain's bunk was empty.

I went out to the patio to empty my bowels and bladder, and to wash in the trough. I saw the Captain coming from there, tying his shirt in a hurry, which seemed strange to me, because he didn't show any modesty with the rest of his body, and showed his beautiful balls in the air, with that glorious cock that anticipated them, and which even at rest seemed long, thick, and flexible, swaying like a bell clapper and bell-like. He greeted me as he passed with a slight gesture, and I responded ceremoniously with a bow, more to bring my gaze to his waist than out of courtly courtesy.

Breakfast was frugal, as the Bishop decreed that, since we were pilgrims in search of forgiveness and indulgence to the tomb of the Saint, we should do some penance by restricting our gluttony, which is well known that ecclesiastics are not much into restricting sins like lust or greed. And so, with nothing more than a cup of milk and a crust of bread from the day before, we set out again on the road to Canterbury.

My attraction to the Captain, after the night I spent, literally, under his body, had only increased. From my position in the entou...