My Hadrian Part 11 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 11
My Hadrian was screaming and grunting at the same time, and I knew the gods were being good to him. He was shoved hard against me, and I could feel his cock swell with each shot of his cum. Seven or eight times his cock would swell then a hot splash of his cum; relax, and swell again as more cum left his body for mine.
Finally, the gods released my erastes from their power. He rested inside me, as his dick softened and our breathing returned to normal. He leaned over and kissed me, before telling me, "I wish we could have been here for your 14th birthday."
"Yes," I responded, "it would have been nice, just the two of us, but you made that night wonderful for me anyway." I told my Hadrian as I caressed his rump.
My erastes withdrew his cock from my ass, and we lay hugging and kissing as we rested from our love. My Hadrian would pet me from the nape of my neck, down my back, over my butt, and down my thigh as far as he could reach. It was wonderful! The feel of his big strong hand gently caressing me made me love him only more. I swelled with pride to know the most powerful man in the world loved me.
We took a slow walk on the beach, looking out to sea, as Apollo carried away the sun for another night. My erastes had his arm around my shoulders, and mine was tight around his waist, as we walked. I silently prayed to all the gods, once again thanking them for giving me my Hadrian.
My erastes was never so loving as that night; we made love over and over. When we woke the next morning, we had a little breakfast before swimming in the sea. My Hadrian is a strong swimmer, and seeing the flash of his pale butt as he dove underwater, was so erotic.
We returned to the villa for our mid-day meal. As we were being served in the garden, my erastes would smile at me with that smile only we share. As the day got hotter, we moved to the coolness of the library. My Hadrian asked me to read him a story.
I looked at several scrolls, before finding just the right one. It was an ancient story about King Minos of Crete and the youth Catamitus. I knew the story, as the Minoans had been distantly related to the Greeks but had spoken a different language. I cleared my voice before starting to read.
In Ilium's fields, nodding stalks of golden wheat spied he was of Minos delight, a golden youth amid the golden grain did stroll and stoop and play.
Laomedon, king he was of Ilium, father of the golden youth, Catamitus by name, his mane as golden as the stalks he strode among. Minos called out and bade him come anon A youth he came upon the king.
Bedazzled was Minos and wished to sate his delight, A lad, beautious of light and shining hair, his limbs of golden hue Azure eyes and smooth his arms and hands The fragrance of his youth intoxicating to the king.
Minos asked for his name and his sire, "Catamitus," said he "sired by Laomedan of royal fame and place." "Come with me, my cupbearer be, a servant to serve the king" quoth Minos. To grace your sire with a brace of horse unlike any known before, immortal are they and a challenge to all the equine race, none may succeed before.
The king began to stroke the golden limb and outline the hand. The youth flushed a rosy, golden hue and spoke, "My fleshstaff responds as never before, as you stroke my limb and speak so prettily. Understand I not what happenstance anon.
Encouraged by such speech, the king reached beneath the cloth and saw the golden stalk the youth had spoken of. A stirring in the loins the king himself did feel, the heat between his legs a surge to his brain did make and his madness forthwith increased. "I want you as my cupbearer" he quoth. "A servant you desire, my lord," spoke the youth, "but what service doth you require?" "Be a bringer of happiness to this king, and happiness shall be granted to your youthful place. Stars in the firmament shall be named for thee, Aquarius by name, the cupbearer the same." The king did kiss the youth upon the brow.
Again stroking the golden arm, the king did impress upon the youth, his good fortune so to favor the king. "My fleshstaff doth strain with an iron-like grip and I am heated in my head with your words" quoth the youth. The king did touch that stalk of fleshly firmness and beheld the beauty the youth had hid before. "I will faint from your touch," spoke the youth. "I am dizzy by your beauty," quoth the king.
The king now beheld the roundness of the youthful bun and stroke did he the globes that he beheld. His fleshy member strained in its upright position and uncomfortable and overheated became the king. "I need you to bear my cup at this place and time", said the king and taking the firm and youthful stalk in his hands he placed it on his lips. "I faint with surging blood", said the youth as he trembled at the kissing of his member by the king. Seeing the full and rose hued lips of the youth the king exposed his upright staff and asked his cup be borne. The youth did kiss and fondle the firm flesh of his king. "Your commission as your cupbearer I accept." quoth he. The king did moan and tremble at the touch and bade the youth lie down. "I cannot lie alone," said the youth as the king asked him his legs to spread. Spying his youthful prick hardput the king began to cry aloud. "My cup it must be borne anon I die."
Lying beside the youth the king did swoon and declare, "You shall my cupbearer be for evermore." Your light shall light the sky and Aquarian thy constellation be. Spreading the youth's limbs the king did press ahead. Not seeing but in imagination yet that puckered hole, it was all the king could do to restrain his kingship and his head. Having lost his senses to his heated lust the king pressed home. "Catamitus, my love you shall be mine for evermore."
The king requested more as his release came and the moon and stars did shine more brightly still. The king's liquid nectar was released upon that golden and lustrous frame of youth. The king held Catamitus' seedpods firm in his hand as he stroked anew the fleshy stalk that grew between those golden limbs of joy.
"Behold your love," did say the king. "I am beholden more", the youth spake more. "I shall kiss your lovestake 'till it spill its nectar upon my tongue." quoth the king. "And I shall die of love," his lovesick youth replied. The gods own nectar was poured out and sealed the bond. "Your prick becomes your beauty," said the king, "your golden limbs and puckered hole I must have anon." "My body is yours to do as my trembling cannot deny."spake the youth. "Then kiss my fleshy staff and thy lips surround," spake the king. But it was the youth's proud and fleshy staff that felt the king's full lips surround.
As I finished the story, my erastes and I were giving each other that look. Of course after reading that, we had to make a quick trip to the bedchamber.
I had to moan as my Hadrian's lips surrounded my "fleshy staff." I had to scream, "suck it, suck it," at my erastes! My erastes paused for only a moment before sucking hard on my dick, as his head bobbed up and down. He was massaging my "seedpods," as his tongue worked my "lovestake." I screamed as I strained into my Hadrian's mouth, as "the gods own nectar was poured out" of me and into my erastes' hungry mouth.
As soon as I had recovered, my legs were on my chest and my Hadrian quickly oiled me. He was soon deep inside, and it wasn't very long before the gods had him screaming too.
After we had recovered from our passionate lovemaking, Hadrian called our servants. As they were dressing us, his tone became that of the Emperor and master. He told the servants of the horrible death they and all their line would suffer, if one word of what happens in our bedchamber was ever breathed.
We returned to the library, and I noticed my Hadrian was once again carrying that jug he had found. He sat twirling it back and forth, looking first at the man fucking the boy. He would gaze at it a long time, then turn the jug and stare at the boy fucking the man. I sat quietly reading without disturbing my erastes.
Hadrian was very quiet at supper, and I don't think we took as much as an hour. My erastes had sat the jug on a table by his couch, and keep staring at it all through the meal. He glanced over at me on my couch, and raised an eyebrow, asking if I was finished eating.
I nodded my head, and he stretched out his hand to me. We arose, and hand in hand we walked to the bath. Our servants cleansed us before we spent a short time soaking. My erastes' hands were all over me while we were in the pool, and he was making me so hot. We got out of the pool, and the servants dried us, before we walked naked to the bedchamber.
My erastes lay on his back, looking deep into my eyes. He raised his legs to his chest, and I wasn't shocked. I reached for the pot of oil.
I got behind him, and started licking the opening my Hadrian wanted me to use. The outside of his puckered ring was sopping wet when I stuck my finger in the oil, and then worked it inside him. One look at my erastes' face told me the gods didn't mind what we were doing.
Hadrian's body was begging for me to hurry, as I oiled my dick, then pulled the foreskin from my glans. I got lined up with his hole, and started pushing in. We both had to sigh, as the head of my cock slipped past his muscle with hardly any effort. I rested there a moment, but my erastes was humping his ass, trying to drive my dick on into him.
I pushed farther into his hot moist channel, and as I passed the home of the gods, my Hadrian groaned. A river of pre-cum ran from his throbbing cock. My dick didn't reach deep into him, but I could tell both the gods and my Hadrian were satisfied with me.
We rested a moment, with me bottomed out inside my Hadrian. He was looking at me, and the look in his eyes was filled with the most love I have ever seen. I knew he understood the look I gave him, as I vowed to him and the gods that no one would ever know my Hadrian had played as a boy with me.
My erastes humped his ass against me, letting me know he wanted to proceed. I drew my dick outward, and we watched as the gods sent more of his pre-cum to puddle on his chest. I pushed back in, and we had to moan. Out once again, and I didn't know how long the gods would let me last.
My Hadrian was squirming under me, and his groans were driving me wild. I had to speed up, and I fucked into my Hadrian with wild abandonment. I heard my erastes' fast grunting, the one he does just as he starts to shoot, and I had to shove hard and deep, as the stars burst inside my head. Flashes of bright colored lights were all I could see, as I had to scream the joy of the gods. I could feel my cock jerk as the gods forced each shot of my life force into my Hadrian. Never before had a fuck been like that for me. I knew the gods were pleased! What we had done couldn't be wrong.
Continued
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