My Hadrian Part 6 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 6
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.
I never saw Publius again, once we arrived at the palace. His work kept him in a different area. The Governor's sons and I became friends, and we had some good wrestling matches. Of course, the wrestling matches always led to a good fucking or sucking. I was looking out a window one day, and saw their sister walking in the garden with her nurse. She was pretty, but I had no desire to meet a girl.
My Hadrian invited both of the Governor's sons to his bed a few times, and I spent a couple of nights with their father. The Governor was fun, but he wasn't my Hadrian. He would cum once, then turn over and go to sleep.
We were only at the palace in Thrace a few weeks, when my erastes announced we would be moving on to Byzantium (Istanbul). Oh, I had some experiences at Byzantium! When we arrived, we settled into the palace. It was the most beautiful I had seen. The city stretched on forever. The harbor was crowded with ships from every province of the Empire.
I had become used to spending most of the day and night with my erastes, except for an hour or two spent with my tutor. Once we arrived at Byzantium, Hadrian spent hour after hour with the Governor, as they went over the problems and accounts of the province. Although I spent some time with the Governor's eromenos, I didn't really like him. He was not very bright, and although he was beautiful, his conversation was dull. He had never even read Homer! I was bored.
About the third week we were there, I decided I would go see the market place. My erastes was busy, and I saw no reason to disturb him and the Governor, as I would only be gone a few hours.
I called Stephen to help me change my tunic, and as I was dressing, he was fussing like a old woman. He felt I shouldn't go, without telling my erastes. I really saw no reason to disturb his meeting with the Governor. I got my purse, that was heavy with the coins Hadrian had given me. Stephen wanted me to call some of the royal guards to go with me, but I had my fine dagger that my erastes had given me. I could defend us, and besides, who would dare attack the eromenos of the Emperor?
It wasn't far to the market place, and it was crowded with people from all over the Empire. The stalls were full of every kind of goods you could imagine. There were fruits and vegetables, cloth, rugs, pottery and cookware . There were animals of all types for sale. If you could think of it, it could be found in the market place of Byzantium.
It was teeming with people, and the people trying to sell their goods were the rudest I had ever seen. The boys and girls that were prostitutes, were trying to drag me into their brothels. I kept one hand on my purse, and the other on my dagger, ready to pull it from it's sheath, at the first sign of danger. Stephen was trying to keep the people pushed away from me, but there were just too many.
The venders were sticking their wares in my face, pleading for me to buy their goods. They were speaking in so many different languages, that I didn't understand most of what was said.
I did become a little frightened at one point. Stephen had gotten separated from me in the crush of the crowd. I wasn't afraid he would run away or anything like that! No, Stephen is much too loyal a servant to run away. In fact, Stephen has served me so well, I will have to remember to leave a note asking Hadrian to grant him his freedom.
I could hear Stephen calling my name, but I couldn't see him in the crowd. I pushed my way through the masses, working my way to where I thought his voice was coming from. I was surround by a sea of smelly unwashed bodies, and I wanted to gag. My tunic was soiled, and I felt dirty. I was trying to push my way through the crowd, and keep my eye on a man at the same time. He looked like a thief and I didn't like the way he was watching me.
He melted away in the crowd, as the people started parting to each side. I stood still, and the crowd parted to reveal the Captain of the Royal Guards standing there with a company of his legionnaries. Stephen rushed to my side, as the Captain told me, "The Emperor requests that you return to the palace."
I nodded to the Captain, and the legionnaries formed lines on each side of me and Stephen, as we returned to the palace. As we walked, I had to wonder if my erastes was upset with me.
The guards left me at the door to the chamber where Caesar was waiting. I squared my shoulders before entering the room. My erastes was standing in the middle of the room, with a worried look on his face.
I had to rush to him, and wrap my arms around his waist, as I told him how sorry I was for worrying him. He hugged me back, before telling me, "Antinous, I was afraid something would happen to you. I was afraid someone would capture you, and hold you for ransom. You know as your erastes, I would pay any ransom to get you back, but as Caesar, I could not pay any ransom at all. All I could do as Caesar, would be to punish them for harming you."
I nodded, that I understood, as I still had my head pressed against his chest. My erastes bent down and kissed the top of my head, before telling me, "Go take a bath now, you stink."
After that, my erastes spent more and more time with me. He would even allow me to stay while he heard reports from his officials. Our love life became more and more exciting.
It was at Byzantium that the gods first sent my life force shooting from my dick. We were in Hadrian's bed, and I had been sucking on his big eggs. My erastes was moaning and squirming under me. His cock was sticking almost straight up. His dick-head was bright red, and peeking out of his foreskin.
I gently pulled down his foreskin, so my tongue could have free access to that bright red glans. I lapped up the pre-cum streaming from my erastes. It was the honey of the gods. I licked around his fat dick-head, and my Hadrian was groaning. I sucked that big rod down my throat, and my erastes fucked into my mouth once or twice. My lover lifted my head off his cock, and guided me onto my back, so he could mount me.
My dick was rigid and hard against my belly. It felt as if it would break, if I so much as touched it. The head of my cock was dark purple, and I giggled a little at the thought that it was the same color as my Caesar's toga. My nuts were tight against me. I needed my erastes inside me bad!
My erastes oiled my ass, and I quickly oiled his dick. I was urging him to hurry, as he lined his cock up with my opening. I was pushing my ass up, trying to get his big dick inside me as fast as I could. He grinned at me as he slowly pulled back the foreskin of his cock. He teased my hole, as he ran the head of his dick around in a circle. Finally, Hadrian got the head of his cock lined up, and started pushing into me. I was begging him to hurry, but he was taking his time.
He pushed past the home of the pleasure gods, and I had to gasp, as they sent feelings through me, that I had never before felt. I knew this would be the best fuck I had ever had in my life! Hadrian was slowly working his dick in and out of me, but I needed it to be fast and hard. He was grinning down at me, pleased that I needed his cock so badly. I tried to smile at him, but I was getting frustrated. I was humping my butt, trying to make him speed up.
At last, he started going faster, and harder. I suddenly had to scream, "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE", as the gods touched me like they had never touched me before. My body first went rigid, and I felt my cock jerking, as a few drops of cum was shot from it. I couldn't stop flopping under my Hadrian as the gods sent their new feelings flooding through my body. He shoved hard into me, and his cum erupted from his fountain as if it was a volcano spewing forth its molten lava.
Continued
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