My Hadrian Part 5 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 5
I awoke sometime during the night, knowing 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.
The next few weeks were spent sailing along the shoreline. The Emperor would stop and inspect an area, discussing the problems with the local governor. One evening, Hadrian announced we would be stopping at Thrace (Bulgaria).
As we sat talking that night, I recalled what I had learned in school of Thrace. I mentioned to Hadrian and Publius, how the Persian King Darius had captured Thrace 600 years ago on his way to invade Greece. This was followed by one of the great moments in Greek History when the Athenian General Miltiades defeated the Persian King at the Battle of Marathon. I had to admit I didn't know exactly were Thrace was, except that it shared a border with Greece, the home of my ancesters.
Publius spoke up and said that it is on the northeast border of Greece, and that it has a long coast line on the Aegean and Black Seas.
Hadrian explained to me and Publius, that King Darius wanted Thrace as a place to launch his invasion of Greece but also because he wanted the silver mines which had already become important that long ago.
Hadrian asked me if my teacher had told me that King Philip of Macedon, the father of Alexander the Great, had conquered Thrace 150 years after Darius because he wanted to seize a gold mine that had been found there. He told us that the gold mine had long ago given out but that his uncle, Emperor Trajan had been pushed by some of his generals to expand the empire north of Thrace into Dacia (Romania) because a gold mine had been found in Dacia. He explained Dacia borders Thrace on the north and also has a coastline on the Black Sea. Hadrian didn't want war so he constantly had to resist the generals who thought war would bring them glory. Hadrian informed us that the whole Black Sea region was important because it was rich in grains and in minerals.
As we started our tour of the Province of Thrace, we changed to horses. We rode the countryside, as Hadrian made his inspection of his province. We were in the rich farm country, where a lot of the wheat sold in Greece was grown.
When I heard what the wheat sold for in Thrace, I remembered what I had been told it cost in Rome. It cost 4 times more in Thrace than it sold for after being shipped to Rome! I wondered if I had made a mistake, or misunderstood something.
The Emperor assured me I had not misunderstood. He told me that Roman citizens could buy the wheat for one fourth of what it cost to import. He said it was a law that had been made, to insure that no Roman citizen ever went hungry. He informed me the law applied to corn also. Just one more privilege of being a citizen of Rome, as non-citizens pay full price.
We made our way through the farm country, with Hadrian stopping and talking to the farmers that had exceptional fields. The Emperor would question them, trying to find out why their fields were so much better than their neighbors.
We worked our way to the silver mines. It was very impressive, watching the slaves haul out the silver ore. They carried basket full after basket full in two long never ending lines. A slave would carry out a full basket, pick up an empty one, and return to the mine for a full basket of ore, without stopping.
The engineer in charge had a very efficient operation. I wanted to see the inside of the mine, but Hadrian said it was too dangerous. He told me they lost a lot of slaves to cave ins. The engineer told me the last cave in a week earlier, had uncovered a bigger vein of silver then the one they had been following, but they had lost 27 slaves. It is a shame they had to lose all those valuable slaves, but it is just as Publius had said. "When the gods take one thing from you, they replace it with something better."
We were within a days march of the capital, where we would be staying at the governor's palace awhile. The road went up a little rise, and I twisted around in my saddle, looking towards the rear of our column. The slaves and servants were stretched out, walking as far as I could see.
We camped that night by a little stream, and Publius and I splashed around in it, as the servants set up our tents, and prepared our supper.
We joined our erastes for supper, and sat singing songs, as we sipped our wine. It was getting late in the evening, and it was only then, that they told me Publius would be leaving us in the morning. The Emperor would declare him a man and a citizen in the morning. Publius would be joining the governor's staff, once we arrived. I tried to smile. Publius was so happy.
"Antinous, tonight will be my last night as a boy. I would like to spend it with my erastes. Hadrian has given me his permission to ask you. In the morning, I would like to come to you as a man, and for you to be my first boy. It is something I would remember all my life."
I couldn't deny my friend. I didn't want him to be a man yet, but this is what the gods had decreed. All I could do was nod. When Hadrian yawned, I excused myself and went to my tent.
I awoke at first light, and slipped out of bed. I called my servant Stephen to wash me, so I would be fresh for Publius. I had a few grapes and oranges, as I waited on him.
The tent flap was drawn back, and a man entered my tent. Publius stood there in his new toga, with the thin purple stripe of a minor official. He was smiling, and so happy. I wished I was a child again, so I could cry. Boys of 12 do not cry. I forced myself to smile, as I welcomed him to my tent. I hugged him hard, as I gave him my congratulations.
Stephen helped me remove my tunic, as Publius' servant unwrapped him from his toga. I could tell his servant was proud to now be serving an important man.
We moved to my bed. I lay on my back and lifted my legs. His servant handed Publius a pot of oil, and he started preparing my chute to accept his man's dick. I couldn't help but think Publius looked just the same as he had yesterday, when he had done the same thing. It wasn't the same though, yesterday he was a boy just like me. Yesterday, I could fuck him too. Yesterday, he would have sucked my cock into his mouth. Today, he is a man. Today, he can no longer play as a boy.
Once he had me ready, I took his dick in my hand, and applied the oil. It didn't feel any different. It still felt the same as when I oiled it yesterday. But, today he is a man.
I lay on my back, and lifted my legs for him. He was staring at my hard dick, and I think he wanted to take it in his mouth, as he had done yesterday. But, today he is a man, and can no longer play as a boy. I don't know, but I felt he might have anyway, except, the servants were there. I wrapped my hand around my hard cock, so he wouldn't be tempted. If he did anything less then a man, the servants would have it all over camp in 2 minutes.
Publius seemed to remember his responsibilities, and pulled back the foreskin of his dick, before pressing against my opening. He slipped in just as easily as he had yesterday. But, today, I wouldn't be slipping my cock inside him, as I did yesterday. Today, Publius is a man.
He started working his cock inside me, just as he had always done. He knows just how to please the gods, and they soon touched me with their approval of this new man. I had to shiver and moan, before I could tighten and loosen my muscles around Publius' cock, the way he likes.
Once more, his cock scraped across the home of the gods, and they jolted me. Publius was smiling down at me, and I knew he was trying to make it last as long as he could. I had barely recovered, as Publius was still thrusting into me, when I had to scream the joy of the gods. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE", I screamed as loud as I could. My body was shaking as the gods sent spasm after spasm rushing through me.
Publius was moaning like he does, when he is almost ready. He thrust one more time, before he tensed with the gods touch. I'm sure his long moan of release could have been heard at the capital. He pushed hard against me, as his life force was released from his nuts. His cum shooting into me felt just the same as it had yesterday.
He was going soft inside me, as he caressed my hair. We lay a long time, still hooked together by this new man's cock, not speaking, just looking and touching. He leaned in, and kissed me, telling me, "Thank you, Antinous. I will always remember this day. I will always remember my first boy. Thank you, Antinous."
Publius withdrew from me, and we hugged, before saying goodbye. It didn't take the servants and slaves long to have my tent down and packed into the wagon. As we rode away from our nights camp, it seemed strange that Publius wasn't riding with me and Hadrian.
I kept looking back, searching the group of minor officials, looking for him. I spotted him every once in a while, but now it was different. He was no longer the boy I knew as Publius. Now, he is a man. Hadrian didn't once look back. I know it wouldn't have been proper for him to, but Publius had been his eromenos. Yes, everything is different now for Publius. Now he is a man.
We arrived at the palace, and was greeted by the Governor. I was shown to my chambers by one of the servants, and enjoyed soaking in the bath, before supper. Stephen was filling me in on all the palace news, as I soaked in the pool. He told me the Governor had two sons, one age 12, and one 13. He said there was also a daughter 11, but I didn't expect to ever meet her.
I noticed Stephen was limping, and I asked if he had hurt his foot. He showed me his foot, and his sandals were worn out from the walk from the sea. I made a mental note to myself to get him some new ones.
At supper that night, I met the sons, and knew I would like them at once. They were good looking boys, and I knew my Hadrian would want to try them both in his bed, before we continued our trip. It seemed a little strange, not to have Publius having supper with us, but now, that wouldn't have been proper.
As Hadrian and I retired for the night, I lay on his right side. It felt a little strange, knowing that from now on, that was my proper place. Knowing, that at least until we returned to Rome, and my erastes selected a new favorite, that as his eromenos, I was the one to be on his right. It was strange, knowing I would never again reach across him and touch Publius.
I think Hadrian was missing Publius too. He didn't say anything. No, that wouldn't have been proper. But I could tell. I prayed to the gods, they allow me to comfort him with my body, as he oiled my ass. I lovingly prepared his cock to enter me, and my erastes tenderly pushed into my channel.
It didn't take long for my Hadrian to be grunting. He soon shot his cum deep into me, and the gods gave him peace. Hadrian rolled off me, and he wrapped me in his arms. We lay with him smoothing my hair, as I kissed his strong hairy chest. It seemed like only minutes before he was once again entering me.
It took a little longer that time, for him to achieve the touch of the gods. I don't know how many times they touched me, but shiver after shiver of pleasure kept running through my body. My Hadrian would caress my face, as he smiled down at me. Oh, I loved him so.
After my erastes had shot for the second time, I had to call Stephen for the chamber pot. Hadrian was watching, as I squatted over the pot, emptying all the cum he had shot. Stephen cleansed and washed my ass, as Hadrian's servant washed his cock and pubic area.
I slipped back into bed, laying in my rightful place. Hadrian soon had his arms back around me, as we loved and kissed on each other. I was about to drift off to sleep, when I felt my erastes once again getting aroused. I rolled his big eggs in my hand, before wrapping my fist around his large dick. Of course, my hand was too small to fit all the way around it, but it didn't take much squeezing and massaging for his cock to be rigid and hard, once more.
I oiled his dick, then straddled him, before sitting down on his hard cock. Hadrian moaned, as my body slipped down, engulfing his rod. The gods were kind to me, and they once again sent touch after touch of their joy to me, as I rocked back and forth on my erastes' dick. I was moaning as my Hadrian was grunting. He strained upward, and gave four hard grunts, as his thick cum once again left his body for mine.
I fell asleep, laying on top of my Hadrian, with his cock still buried up my ass. Three times in one night, he had given me his life force. I was laying on my side, when I woke, and the sky was just starting to turn pink. I felt my erastes once again entering my hot passion tunnel. He worked his hard dick, until I once again felt his cum splashing into me. He started to withdraw, but I placed my hand on his butt, holding him inside me. He relaxed and hugged me, as I told him, "We are going to have to change your nick name from The Greek, to The Bull." We were soon both back asleep.
Continued
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