My Hadrian Part 9 By Joe Camp idc90@hotmail.com
WARNING: This story contains vivid descriptions of sexual acts between boys and with men and boys. The following story is a work of fiction. It is a fantasy. Caesar Hadrian and Antinous are well documented historical figures, as is their relationship as lovers. Scholars disagree on certain facts concerning Hadrian and Antinous. Few disagree as to their relationship. This story is Fiction, but the author has tried to keep it to what would be reasonable for beliefs held at that time. Please read the preface for more information on the subject. The preface also includes a glossary of special words used in the story.
This story contains sex between a boy and a man. While these acts were acceptable by social standards 1860 years ago, today, they are not. The author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and children.
If you are underage, or reading about homosexual acts between boys or by a man and a boy offends you; find something else, and delete this file. Most historians agree the relationship started before Antinous was 13, probably sometime around age 11 or 12, and continued to his death, in his late teens or early twenties. It is known that Antinous drowned in the Nile. It is debated if it was a sacrifice or an accident.
The author wishes to thank and acknowledge the help of Ronald Staley, in his efforts to keep the general tone of the story, historically accurate.
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My Hadrian Part 9
My erastes rolled me onto my back, and got over me. My hard aching cock was sucked into his mouth, as I swallowed his down my throat. We were fucking into each other's mouths, and having my erastes play as a boy with me, was so exciting. The gods gave me no warning, and I had to strain as my cock emptied my egg juice into my erastes' sucking mouth. His cock was all the way down my throat, as the gods touched him, and sent his cum rushing to my stomach.
Once Hadrian had everything arraigned and taken care of in Athens, he planned on returning to Rome. He had been gone almost three years. As we were talking at supper one night, my Hadrian told me about the trip he had taken to Mount Etna when he was 16 years-old.
My Hadrian had that dreamy look on his face once again, as he told me of his climb with his erastes, Caelius Attianus. He recalled how they had camped on top of the mountain, and how they had made love. His face looked as if he could still remember the feel of his erastes as he entered him. He told me how they rose early, and watched the sun rise in the east. He said he had never felt so close to the gods, as he had as he watched the sunrise from 11,000 feet. He decided he wanted to take me to Mount Etna, to see the sunrise. It wouldn't be out of the way, and would only add a week or so to the trip.
As we sailed west for Catania, I vowed to enjoy every moment with my erastes. I had been with him long enough to know that once we arrived, the first few weeks would be spent tending to government business. Hadrian said it would only be a day or two before we left for Mount Etna, but I knew better. Everyone wants his time, when he arrives at a province.
It was just as I knew it would be once we landed. The Governor took the first few days, then the Generals and other high ranking officials had to have their time. I was lucky to even see my Hadrian at bed time. He was so tired from the meetings, that I would massage his neck for him. One night, he told me that having sex with me was all that made him relax enough to forget the problems and sleep. He promised we would leave on our trip to Mount Etna, as soon as possible.
The Governor had a 12 year old son, and we became good friends. I did feel very sorry for him though. His erastes had been sent to Africa, and he wasn't allowed to go with him. I wondered what kind of trouble his erastes had gotten into, to be reposted like that.
We were visiting in my chambers one afternoon, and he reached over and lightly poked me in the ribs. Even though we were too old to play such childish games, I couldn't help but giggle, and that set him off. His hands were all over me, as I squirmed and flopped about on my bed, trying to protect all my ticklish places. I was laughing so hard, I couldn't defend myself.
He was laying on top of me, and I was laughing and squirming under him, as I beat the bed with my fist. I was laughing so hard I couldn't protect any part of my body from his tickling fingers. He reached up under my tunic, and was tickling my pubic mound. I was laughing so hard, tears were coming from my eyes. I tried to tell him between fits of laughter, that he was going to make me piss.
He stopped tickling me, and stroked my dick. I could feel his hard-on under his tunic, as he pushed against my thigh. We both sobered, as we each knew what the other wanted.
I helped him out of his tunic, and he helped me. His shoulders were narrow and his shoulder blades showed sharp under his skin. I couldn't help but run my hands over his shoulders, and down his arms. I could feel the hint of the muscles he would have when he is older.
His chest was soft and smooth, just beginning to form and define what he would be as a young man. I kissed the small nipple that presented itself to me, and gently sucked it into my mouth. His skin tasted so boyish. That is the only way I know how to describe it. Boyish. It was smooth, and just a little salty from his sweat. It tasted and felt so different from my Hadrian's big hairy chest. The nipple was standing tall, as my mouth sucked in the one that had been ignored. He moaned as he pressed his chest against my mouth.
My hand cupped his eggs. They were small and the sac felt thick and very round in my hand. I could tell from the feel of his eggs, that it would still be a long time, before the gods blessed him by sending forth his life juices. He was moaning, and I knew he was enjoying my hand massaging his nuts. It made me happy to be able to bring my new friend the pleasure of the gods.
I slipped my mouth down to his cock, and his was almost as big as my own. I skinned the foreskin from his dick-head, and his cock was throbbing in my hand. The bright red glans was stretched tight, and swelled even more as I touched my tongue to it. He shook and grunted, as my tongue worked around the firm ridge. He was climaxing so hard that I held his hips to the bed, as I slipped his cock in my mouth, sucking as I tried to prolong the touch he was receiving from the gods. I didn't even have to move my head, as his jerking body drove his cock back and forth on my tongue.
He screamed the pleasure of the gods, and strained against their touch. It seemed to go on and on, and it made me so happy to know I had eased the loss of his erastes.
It didn't take long for him to recover, and take care of my needs. I was so hot and horny that I was squirting my life forces into his mouth after just a few sucks.
Once Hadrian decided we could get away, our party was much smaller then normal. Hadrian's wife Sabina, had decided to stay at Catania as we made the climb. As we rode our horses out of Catania, it was only me, my Hadrian, his guards, and a few dozen or so servants and slaves. Our bed looked funny as one slave had the headboard strapped to his back, and another carried the foot- board on his, as others carried the rest of the parts. The trail was much too rough for a wagon to haul our supplies.
I was pleased to see all the trees of the forest as we climbed. We passed through orchards of olive trees and orange groves. As we climbed higher, there were cork oak and pine. I saw stands of beech that seemed to go on forever. I had remembered being told that Nero had almost stripped Sicily of trees for his ship building, 80 years earlier. The forest looked to be ready for harvesting again.
We spent the first night on the mountain, under the pines, and the smells of the forest were so sweet. The cool night air was so refreshing, as my Hadrian made love to me. It seemed my every sense was sharper, the smells more distinct, so clean, so crisp. The caress of my Hadrian's hand seemed more sensitive on my skin. As I kissed his mouth, I slipped my tongue in, and the taste of him was fantastic.
My erastes lifted my legs, and prepared me to receive him. He was gentle, as he entered me, and I could tell he was also feeling the attendance of the gods. When the gods touched me, it was so gentle, so relaxing, so soothing. I slept the deep peaceful sleep that night, as I dreamed of my Hadrian.
The next morning, the climb became harder for the horses. After passing the 4,000 foot level, we entered the stands of juniper trees. I was sure I wouldn't want to be this high up in the winter. At 8,000 feet, there was so much lava, that the trees wouldn't grow. The gods past anger was evident everywhere. All day, we climbed higher in the hot sun.
Finally, towards evening, we reached our camp site. Hadrian chose where we would have our tent, and he ordered it erected facing the East. He then chose the sites for the guards and servants. I was surprised. They were farther down the mountain, more away from us than usual. The servants would have a hard time hearing us call.
It didn't take the servants long to assemble our bed, and get the camp ready for the night. As we were waiting on our supper, I was listening to my Hadrian with rapt attention as he told me about the volcano gods.
By bedtime, my Hadrian was in a jolly mood. We had a little more wine than maybe we should have. The Emperor left orders for the guard on duty to wake him before dawn. As our servants were undressing us, he told them not to disturb us until after the sunrise.
My erastes beckoned me to him. I wrapped my arms around his waist, as he took me into his hug. I no longer had to stretch to reach his nipple with my mouth. After being with my erastes almost two years, I had grown quite a bit.
I was sucking on his nipple, when he kissed the top of my head. He guided me to the bed, and I lay down and raised my legs. My Hadrian put his hand on my legs, and guided them back down onto the bed.
He leaned over and kissed my stomach, before moving to my mouth. His tongue worked inside my mouth for a long time, and I could feel myself getting harder and harder.
Hadrian sucked my tongue into his mouth, and I was afraid the gods were going to touch me then. My erastes broke our kiss, and his lips were soon on my shoulders. He moved to my nipples, and it didn't take long for them to be too sensitive.
My erastes raised up a little and looked me in the eyes, as he whispered, "Antinous, you will never know or understand how much I love you. Never before have I felt this way about an eromenos." He tongue was soon giving my nuts and cock a bath. His saliva was making me sopping wet and I got harder and harder.
I had to make love to my erastes! I rolled him onto his back, and lay flat on top of him as I devoured my love with kisses. I pulled myself up his body, so I could kiss his sweet, strong shoulders. My cock slipped between his legs, and was crushed up against his nuts. He gently strained against me, and I couldn't help but hump into him.
He stopped me, and I was afraid I had insulted my love, making him think I thought him less than a man. I was so embarrassed, I wanted to die of shame. My erastes had given me so much love, and I repay him by insulting his manhood. I was ready to grab the dagger beside the bed, and plunge it into my heart.
My erastes smiled at me, and caressed my cheek, as he kissed my lips. He spit into his hand, and reached between us. He used his spit and pre-cum to make us slick.
He slid my dick back between his legs, and sighed. I had no doubts as to how much my Hadrian loved me, as I started fucking. His leg muscles would tighten and then loosen around my aching dick. His big cock sliding on my stomach was driving me wild. My Hadrian was thrusting in time with me, as I fucked between his legs, and we made tender love.
His hand was caressing my hair, and he smiled at me with so much love. My erastes was moaning so loud that I was afraid the guards and servants would hear, even as far away as they were. I soon didn't care. I was moaning as loud as my Hadrian, as the gods told me we were doing no wrong.
I had to scream and push hard against my lover, as the gods sent a strong jolt rushing throughout my body. My cock was jerking as my juices were expelled between my Hadrian's legs. I was near fainting, as my cum shot from me. My erastes was grunting, and I felt his hot seed shooting out of his dick, between our bodies. We lay hugging, as our panting slowed to more normal breathing. My Hadrian gave me a hard hug, as he whispered in my ear, "I feel like I'm 16 again. That is just what Caelius and I did, so many years ago."
Continued
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