My Hadrian Part 7 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 7
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.
After what seemed like months, but surely was only weeks, we sailed to the Province of Pontus (Turkey). I couldn't wait for us to leave Pontus. I was excited about being able to visit the City of Pergamum (Bergama), where we would be heading next. I knew they had been making the best parchment (for writing on) in the world, for hundreds of years. Why shouldn't the best come from there? They invented it.
I almost couldn't contain myself, not knowing what I wanted to visit first. I hoped we would be able to spend enough time to see everything! I wanted to visit the library, that had been established over 300 years ago. I wanted to visit the factories, and watch the master craftsmen as they first scraped then stretched the goat and sheep skins, preparing it to make their fabulous parchment, that would last hundreds of years after their maker's deaths. I wanted to watch the sculptors in their studios, as they turned a block of marble into a work of art. I wanted to visit the theater, I wanted to see it all.
After we had settled into the palace at Pergamum, Hadrian had to spend the first week taking care of government business. I met the Governor's 13 year-old eromenos, and his 14 year-old son. They were great fun, and I enjoyed the time we spent together. They were both good wrestlers, and we had some great matches together.
I felt sorry for the eromenos, as his father was on the Governor's staff, and he lived at home. It must be hard not being able to spend the night with your erastes. Everything seemed to work for them though. He shared a tutor with the Governor's son, and while Hadrian and I were there, we and our tutors had some lively debates. We all had to go to the library to settle a few of them.
It was my 13th birthday, and I was afraid my erastes had forgotten about it. Not a word was whispered anywhere all day. That evening, Hadrian joined me for a bath before supper. I didn't say anything about the day being my birthday, but I was a little disappointed he hadn't remembered.
Hadrian was talking about his visit with the general in charge of the area, as our servants washed and rinsed us. We stepped into the pool to soak, and he was telling me about his plans for next week. Hadrian owns some clay tile and pipe factories in Italy, and as Pergamum has the reputation of making the best in the Empire, he wanted to see what they were doing different.
As we stepped out of the pool, our servants dried us. My erastes was still talking about tile, telling me about how the slaves mixed the clay, then packed it into the molds to dry. I raised my arms for Stephen to slip my tunic on me. Instead, he started wrapping me in a new bright white student's toga!
My mouth dropped open, as I gaped at the Emperor! "Happy Birthday, citizen" he told me as he gave me a big grin. Stephen was still trying to warp me in the toga, but I couldn't wait! I had to rush to my Hadrian, dragging Stephen behind me, and hug my erastes hard.
I clung to my Hadrian for a long time, so over come with emotion and love for my erastes. I planted kisses on my erastes, everywhere I could reach. I didn't know what to think. Publius had said Hadrian makes his favorites a citizen when they become a man. I was a long way from being a man. I had only started shooting my life forces a few weeks earlier, and I still wasn't sure if I was reliable about shooting every time.
Hadrian gently pulled away from me, as he told me, "We need to finish dressing. Our guests are waiting for your orgy to begin."
"An Orgy? In MY Honor?" I had to exclaim to the Emperor! I couldn't believe the Emperor would hold an orgy just for me!
"Yes, Antinous. An orgy in your honor." Hadrian grinned as he touched his finger to my nose. "Now, let's get dressed."
I was just a few steps behind, and to his right, as the Emperor entered the chamber. I beamed with pride, as I walked down the center of the room, in my new toga, and took my rightful place on the cushion beside my erastes' couch.
More than one boy was looking at me with envy. I admit I was smug in my knowledge that I had the best erastes. Not only was he the Emperor, able to order anyone at his whim, but he is also the kindest and most loving erastes there has ever been.
The musicians started playing, and I leaned back and rested my arm on Hadrian's couch. I couldn't help but caress him, as I glanced around the room, and told Hadrian, "Thank you." The guests were all the important officials of the area, with their sons and eromenos'. The Governor's eromenos was there as was his father, with his eromenos. My Hadrian leaned over, and kissed the top of my head.
The great platters of food that were being brought in, must have cost my erastes a fortune. There were fishes so big, that they overflowed the platters. There was pork roasted to a golden crisp. Beef, more abundant than I had ever seen. Vegetables that must have come from every corner of the Empire. Great baskets of figs, oranges, dates, and grapes.
The servers were filling the plates with food, and the glasses with wine. I remembered my vow to the gods, and determined not to get too drunk at MY orgy. I wanted to remember every moment of this night.
After everyone had a chance to eat, I stood and Stephen unwrapped me from my toga. Since the Governor's son had rushed to be the first with Hadrian, I went to his father.
The Governor was about 36 or so, and had a strong firm body. He was clean shaven, and except for a little hair on his chest, was as smooth as a boy. His cock was a little smaller then I had expected. His son's was almost as large, and he was only 14.
My Hadrian was randy that night. He was already humping into the boy, before I even got the Governor's cock slicked. Stephen oiled my anus, as I took care of the Governor. The Governor mounted me, and even though his cock was a little small, he knew how to use it.
As he pushed into me, we both had to sigh. It had only been a few weeks, since I had become able to shoot my life force every time. He pushed past the home of the gods, and I knew they were going to enjoy this fuck.
My dick was hard and the head peeking from my foreskin was dark red. I had to reach down and massage my cock, as the Governor fucked into me. He soon had me moaning, as he would push the head of his dick back and forth across the home of the gods. The Governor was making small whimpering sounds, and I knew the gods were being kind to him.
I could tell he was close to receiving the touch from the gods. I was too. My eggs were firm against my body, aching for the release of my cum. The Governor started humping faster and faster into my ass, as the gods built the feelings higher and higher in me. I had to scream, as I strained against their touch. My dick jerked with each shot of my cum, as the gods tore it from my nuts. Three, four times, my dick spewed forth my seed. The Governor's straining and pushing against my ass pushed me almost off his couch. His cock was sending squirt after squirt of his cum, deep into me, as he moaned and shook.
I lay in the Governor's arms, sipping his glass of wine with him, as I recovered my strength, and my eggs refilled, wanting to shoot again. I noticed the Governor was eyeing the son of one of the officials. I excused myself, and joined one of the generals that was free. It didn't take him long to have me shooting my life force once again.
I don't really know how many times the gods gave me their touch that night. It must have been four or five times. Once I couldn't cum any more, I didn't let that stop me. You don't have to get hard to enjoy a good fucking. I know I got fucked by most of the men there, and even by a few of the boys. I kept Stephen busy with the chamber pot, as I expelled the cum of two or three men before moving on to the next. He would cleanse my ass, then re-oil it, before I moved to my next target.
There was one time, I think it was the fourth or fifth time I was touched by the gods, when my ass was being fucked by one of the officials, as I was sucking on the dick of a Captain. The Governor's son was sucking on my dick, and I had the Captain's eromenos' cock in my hand jerking on it. Oh, that was a grand time.
The official; I don't know who he was, or what job he did, was pumping me hard and fast. He was grunting kind of like my Hadrian does, just before he shoots.
The Governor's son was gently sucking, as his head bobbed up and down my dick. I was having to moan around the dick I was sucking, as the Captain was fucking into my mouth. The Captain was moaning little "Oh's", as he went faster and faster. I sucked harder and harder, as he sped up.
The Captains eromenos was about 9 or 10, and I held his little dick with my forefinger and thumb, as he fucked into my hand. Outside of his fast ragged breathing, the eromenos didn't make a sound. His hard little dick was so red, I thought it would start bleeding at any moment.
I wanted the Governor's son's cock in my other hand, but I couldn't reach it in the position we were all in. I think I was the first to get the gods touch. My ass tightened around the official's dick, as I strained into the Governor's son's mouth. I think three good shots of my cum went down his throat, as I withered under their ministrations. The Captain was shooting into my mouth, and much of his cum was lost, before I recovered enough to start swallowing.
The eromenos was shivering, and he grabbed my hand to hold it still. The official was shoved hard against my ass, as he shot his life force into me. It was awesome!
I felt sorry for the Governor's son, as he was the only one that hadn't received a touch from the gods. Once the official and the Captain had recovered, and withdrew from me, I pulled him on top of me, and he hungrily entered my ass. It wasn't long before I felt his hot splashes as he tensed against me.
The sky was showing pink through the windows, when I finally lay down beside my erastes. Hadrian was snoring as he does after drinking too much wine. My stomach was sour, and my head was spinning. I called Stephen, and asked if he had any more of that bitter drink he had given me at the last orgy. He soon returned with some, and I gulped it down. I kissed my Hadrian's cheek, and whispered, "thank you for my orgy," before dropping off to sleep, as he wrapped me in his arms, without waking.
Yes, there have been many orgies since then, but I will always remember my 13th birthday. I have often asked the gods, what I did to deserve the best erastes of any boy in the world. To be loved by my Hadrian is to know bliss, and the happiness of the gods.
Continued
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