Sir Galahad was the youngest knight to sit on King Arthur's Round Table, but that distinction brought him little joy. Since the day Merlin had declared that he, Galahad, would be the greatest knight in the world, he had been the object of people's attention.
Some of the other knights were jealous of his reputation and challenged him continuously, the ladies of the court were intrigued at the fact the he was celibate and were always trying to entice him into their chambers, and the younger squires would follow him around hoping to be his friend. And though Galahad didn't mind talking to the squires, he rarely gave the ladies more than a few moments of his time.
Many of the older knights were impressed with Galahad's strength in remaining celibate in the face of so many beautiful females. In reality, it took little effort on his part to remain true to his vows, because the fact was that he wasn't attracted to any of the women of the court. Or to be more precise, he wasn't attracted to women.
What threatened Galahad's pledge to remain virgin was Sir Tristan, the second youngest knight in Arthur's service. As the youngest knights, Galahad and Tristan inevitably gravitated towards each other, finding they had common interests and outlooks on life. But where Tristan was in love with the Lady Isolde, Galahad was in love with Tristan.
The day finally came where Galahad's vow was put to a serious test. After practicing in the yard for a few hours, both knights made their way to the heated bathing pools beneath the castle proper. As Tristan undressed, still talking about his spectacular defeat over Sir Medes, Galahad found that he could not take his eyes off of his fellow knight.
As more of Tristan's clothing was discarded, more of his muscular body was revealed. Galahad's breath caught in his throat, and he felt his body flush. Tristan was beautiful.
His shoulders were broad and smooth, the sweat on them glistening in the torchlight. His chest was muscular with short light brown hair covering his entire torso, thicker hair around his nipples. As Tristan stretched to help relax stiffening muscles, Galahad stared at his toned arms and the dusting of darker brown hair underneath. Tristan turned to enter the pool, the muscles on his tanned thighs flexing as he shifted his balance onto one leg, his bare bottom taut. He turned and looked over his shoulder at the mesmerized Galahad, his dark and sensuous eyes staring out from underneath long brown hair.
"Aren't you coming in?" he asked. "I'm may need some help scrubbing the sweat and grime off of my back." Seeing that Galahad simply stared at him, Tristan quickly amended, "But only if you don't mind."
Galahad quickly began to undress.
Written by Dr Mandragora
