My Hadrian Part 4 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 4
The last thing I remember from that orgy, was Hadrian fucking me. I knew it was him, because I know the feel of his cock too well. He was pounding into my ass as he moaned and groaned. I remember him calling out my name, as his cum flooded my insides. Yes, I know it was my Hadrian, my erastes, making love to his eromenos.
I awoke with the sun streaming through the window, and shining in my eyes. My stomach was churning, and I knew the gods were having a fight. I gave them my vow to never again drink that much wine at an orgy. My head felt worse then when I fell and hit it on a rock when I was a child. My mouth was so dry, my lips were chapped and cracked. I had never been so thirsty in all my 12 years. I was covered with so much dried cum, that I smelt bad even to myself. I had to piss bad, but I didn't think I had the strength to call Stephen.
I was on the floor beside Hadrian's couch, and I could hear him snoring. Publius was half laying on the Governor, and still asleep. I was able to raise myself up on my elbows, and as I glanced around the room, I noticed many of the guests had left.
Stephen was suddenly at my side, and he was holding a goblet to my lips. I drank the bitter liquid, as he told me it would soon make me feel better. I couldn't get more then "piss" out, but Stephen understood. He was holding a chamber pot, and I rolled to my side, as he aimed my cock into the pot. It was such a relief to let my stream go. The piss was hitting the pot with such force, that it was splattering back out onto me and Stephen. I didn't care. As soon as my stream stopped, I rolled onto my back.
It was dark when next I awoke. I was in my own bed, and realized I had been washed and cleansed. I needed the chamber pot something terrible. I called for Stephen, and he was soon there. I was so wobbly, Stephen had to support me as I squatted over the pot.
I farted as much gas as I shit. My shit was loose and watery, and I thought I would be shitting cum for a month. Stephen cleansed me, and I crawled back into my bed. Stephen had some more of that bitter drink for me, and since it had made me feel better, I drank what he offered. I was glad when Stephen removed the chamber pot from the room, as it stank something awful.
I woke up the next morning, and I felt much better. I had a little fruit for breakfast, and was in time to enjoy the bath with the General and Aristomachus, before they had to leave in order to return to his post. I was a little sorry to say goodbye to Aristomachus, as I had no idea when I would ever see him again.
The next few days were spent getting ready to leave on our trip. It would just be a continuation for Hadrian and Publius, but for me, it was the start of the journey of a lifetime. I didn't have much to do, except study about the areas we would see, and the peoples we would meet.
Hadrian had ordered me a litter, with 8 strong slaves to bear it. When I found out that Hadrian and Publius would be riding horses, I asked that I be allowed to ride also. The Emperor granted my request. Hadrian said he preferred to ride a horse, as he could see more of the country, and understand the problems better. That may be part of the reason he is such a great Caesar.
We marched to the ships that would take us on our journey, and it took 4 sailing ships to carry all of the Emperor's party. There was a big warship that was to accompany us, and provide protection for the Emperor.
Hadrian said he wanted to inspect the warship before we left, and I asked if I could accompany him, as I had never seen a warship before. He said he didn't mind if I went along. Even before we got aboard the warship, I knew anyone attacking our party would be fools. The warship could ram any ship to pieces.
It was a mighty ship. Caesar told me it takes almost 500 slaves working in 2 shifts, to row it. We inspected the cargo holds, and checked the big jars that were almost bigger then me, that contained wine and olive oil. They were fat, and about 5 feet long, with a taper at the top and bottom. They were made of clay, that had been fired and glazed. The wooden stoppers had been sealed with wax, and the official's seal had been stamped into the wax, so anyone would know at a glance if the pot had been opened. They were laying in the racks that had been built into the ship for them. The sacks of grain and baskets of fruits were neatly stacked and secured.
I asked Caesar if we could see the rowers, and he asked me if I really wanted to, as that area stank. I told him I would just hold my nose pinched shut. The galley slaves were chained to their seats in rows, with six slaves to an oar. There were twenty oars on each side of the ship. One group of slaves would be resting on the deck below, as the others rowed. They would be changed about every eight hours, so the slaves weren't overworked, and the ship could keep moving day and night. The slaves were packed so close together, that if one of the rowers farted, he would hit the rower behind him in the face. The deck did stink with the old smell of sweaty unwashed men, and I held my nose closed.
The slaves were in their 20's and 30's, and I noticed more then one slave, that I felt it was a pity they had to be rowers. But, it was the will of the gods. The muscles on their naked sweaty chests bulged out, and more then one was actually beautiful. I often thank the gods that they had me born a freeman.
As soon as we were all on board our ships, the sailors raised the sails, and we started moving in the water. I could hear the slow beat of the drum, and the rower's chant, coming across the water, setting the pace on the warship. I was so excited, I had to rush over and give Hadrian a hug. He bent down a little and I gave him a kiss. He was smiling, as he caressed my butt, and he kissed the top of my head. I had to once again thank all the gods for giving me Hadrian as my erastes!
There was a gentle roll to the sea that day, and Hadrian, Publius, and I, lay on the deck as our servants gave us a massage. Traveling by sea is so peaceful and relaxing. It was getting towards dusk, when we arrived at the sandy beach the ship's Captain had chosen for our first night's stop.
It didn't take the servants long to have Caesar's tent erected, and he instructed them to not worry about putting up mine or Publius', as we would all sleep together. It looked as if it would be a beautiful night, and Hadrian had his bed set up outside his tent, so we could sleep under the stars. It wouldn't be hard for the servants to pick up the bed and carry it into the tent, if the weather should turn bad.
We swam in the sea, and I had great fun with Hadrian and Publius. I did miss not being able to soak in the bath, after Stephen had cleansed the salt of the sea from me. But, we must all expect hardships when traveling.
We had a leisurely supper, as Hadrian told us about his boyhood. Hadrian talked of the day he left his home, when he was 10 years- old, to live at the palace with his uncle, Emperor Trajan. Hadrian had been adopted by Trajan, and started his training to become the future Emperor of Rome.
Hadrian told us that he and Trajan would sometimes have sex, but he said he felt his real erastes was his tutor Caelius Attianus. Caelius was 23 at the time, an aristocrat and a distant relative. It was Caelius who taught Hadrian to love all things Greek. He taught Hadrian how to play the lyre, singing, and dancing. They studied math, Greek literature, poetry, Greek drama, the stories of Homer, philosophy, painting and sculpture.
Hadrian smiled at me, as he told us, "I was 10, when Caelius taught me how to please the pleasure gods. We started with my sucking on Caelius' cock," a dreamy smile came over our erastes' face, and I could tell he still missed those times. "It was only a few days, before I desired to know the feel of a man. I was just as tight as you were, Antinous, but just as they did for you, the feelings the pleasure gods sent after I stopped hurting, was worth it all."
Hadrian stood and held out his hands to Publius and me. We took his outstretched hands, and he quietly led us to our bed. Stephen and Publius' servant had removed our tunics, as Hadrian was still being unwrapped from his toga. We waited until our erastes had laid down, then Publius lay on his right, as I lay on his left. We rolled into his arms, and I was kissing and sucking on his left nipple, as Publius was doing the same to his right nipple.
Publius and I seemed to be working in union that night. Without a word, we both started kissing down his firm chest. Our erastes was moaning under us, as we reached his pubic area. I glanced at Publius to see where I should head next. As Hadrian's favorite, it was his right to decide if he wanted to take the fat dick, or the plump nuts.
He smiled at me, and I could tell Publius knew I wanted that hard dick. He gave a little nod, before he buried his face in Hadrian's big sac of eggs. I licked my way up and down that long shaft, before taking it in my mouth, and forcing my tongue between the foreskin and Hadrian's big dick-head.
Hadrian groaned, as he started fucking into my throat. I could feel my throat bulging out, with each of his upward thrusts. I felt his big cock swell even bigger, as our erastes gave a long moan. As he strained upward, I quickly slid enough of his cock out of my mouth, to taste his life force as it was shot from his nuts. Big gobs of his cum were being shot into my hungry mouth. I swallowed and swallowed, as his eggs sent more and more of his life juice to my mouth.
Finally, Hadrian began to relax. Publius nudged me off his cock, and quickly took it in his mouth. He was noisily slurping the last of our erastes' cum, that was still oozing from his dick. As soon as our Hadrian was soft, he reached across him, and pulled me into a kiss. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I felt Hadrian's big hand caressing my back, as Publius and I shared our erastes' taste.
Hadrian pulled us back down into his arms. We lay hugging, as he told us what good eromenos' we were to him. I didn't see how I could love my erastes any more. I again had to pray to all the gods, thanking them for giving me my Hadrian.
I was gently massaging Hadrian's balls, as Publius was playing with his cock. It wasn't too long before his shaft was once again firm and rigid. Hadrian placed Publius between us, and called his servant for the oil.
Caesar slicked Publius' love hole, then Publius oiled mine. I put the oil on Publius' dick, then he did Hadrian's. I rolled to my side, offering my ass to Publius. He slowly pushed in, then our erastes entered him. We set up a slow fucking, and the gods were at peace in the world.
It wasn't very long, before the gods sent the first shiver of pleasure running through my body. Publius reached his hand over me, and took my hard aching cock in his hand. He was massaging the foreskin over the head of my dick, and Publius is an expert. His thumb was working in time with his thrusts into my ass. Oh, the gods were enjoying it! They sent another touch of their joy running through me.
It seemed only moments later, when Publius' hand was jerking up and down my dick, that I had to strain hard against the gods grip. Publius just keep humping into me, as he moaned. His hand was still working my dick, and I was starting to get too sensitive. I took his hand and held it to my chest.
I could tell by the sounds, that Hadrian and Publius were both close to their touch from the gods. Our erastes was making that fast grunting noise he makes just before he shoots, and Publius was making that whimpering "oooh" that he makes just before he cums.
I felt Publius tense, and his whimpering changed to the long drawn out moan, as his cum shot into me. Hadrian was making those hard grunts he makes as he shoots his life force. Yes, the gods were pleased with the world, as I drifted off to sleep under the stars.
I awoke sometime during the night, knowing my Hadrian was entering me. I pushed my butt back a little, so he would have an easier time getting in. It wasn't long before I got a visit from the gods, and I was still recovering from that one, when they touched me again. My ass was quivering around Hadrian's cock, and the gods choose that time to visit him. He shoved deep into me, and hard against me, as his cum exploded from his dick. I went back to sleep with his dick still embedded in my ass.
Continued
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