Shane

Sally was a lot of things, but she didn’t really strike Aaralon as the most subtle or respected member of the community. No, Shane would be able to get the information he wanted, after all, everyone talked to the blacksmith.

The town was winding down as Aaralon walked towards the blacksmith and he saw that the place seemed to have shut up for the night. He still didn’t know exactly where Shane lived, but as he circled around the place and moved down a side path, he suddenly had a feeling that he would find Shane still here.

The backyard of the blacksmiths was split into two sections, a wide-open area that was were horses needing shoeing and other large gear where held and then a smaller, high fenced area where the coal and other materials where held.

The gate to the inner area was unlocked, the door swinging back silently on perfectly maintained hinges. Aaralon moved towards the back of the smiths where a single candle was burning in the window.

He looked through the window and could see Shane, the big man was stripped down to his waist, his trousers hanging open and his cock in his hand. His eyes were closed as he masturbated, a look of pained desire writ large across his features as he says alone.

Aaralon wanted to go to him, but he also couldn’t lie that he enjoyed watched the man work himself. The thought of watching him finish himself off carried its own appeal.