Sons of Seth and Cain

Sons of Seth and Cain

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Sons of Seth and Cain:

This is a fantasy based loosely... very loosely around Genesis Chapter 4 after the expulsion from the Garden of Eden and after the murder of Abel by his brother Cain... don't worry this is not a Bible or a religious story.

It was in the early years after Creation and the expulsion from the Garden. Five generations had commenced but Father Adam and his son Seth were still about; the fathers of mankind. Father Adam lived about a day's journey toward the East in a village near the River Euphrates. Seth and many of his offspring lived in the village on the shores of the river Gihon, west of there. The village counted itself privileged to have Father Seth resident with them. After all was he not the chosen son of the Father of all mankind. Chosen to replace the lost son Abel? That was the history that both Seth and Father Adam told the people.

The children of Cain the other of the two first sons of Adam lived many days journey to the north, and contact with them was generally avoided. Although there were some of the sons of Seth that did trade with the children of Cain. There was also an exchange of women between the two families now, much to the displeasure of both Father Adam and Father Seth.

All manner of stories abounded about the Children of Cain. How they were murderers. "Look at Lamech, who killed a young man for wounding him and in his arrogance called down a curse on himself seven times the curse Elohim had placed on Cain." the children of Seth were told,

There were stories about all manner of sexual deviations that these people performed. Things that parents would only blush to even think about when talking to their children. The Children of Cain were cursed in the eyes of the Almighty

The villages and towns were developing with some having populations of a several hundred. The culture of the day was still one of herding and grain farming as well as hunting and gathering. Adam and those of the first generations were quick to learn the plants that would provide them with the better yields of grain. Adam told the people that Elohim Himself had taught him the best plants to use for food, and how to plant them and use them.

It was a hot day, the season for harvest of wheat was almost upon the village when all the men would be out in the fields with stone sickles cutting the grain that was flourishing and just starting to turn gold. Another week and it would be ready.

The women and younger children were off along the river finding the groves of nuts and berries that they would collect. There was plenty of food to be had although sometimes when the weather would fail them there would be times of hunger every now and again. As a result, they had learned to collect and store at least some of the food they harvested for those times as well as replanting. For the most part there was fruit to be had almost year-round and it was at this point in history only the grains such as wheat and barley that were specifically planted with harvest in mind.

So another week before the harvest but in the mean time there was very little to do and Ben'irad was taking full advantage of the situation. He had gone down to the river to swim and wash.

Ben'irad was in his eighteenth year. Life as he knew it was good. He was free, He helped his father with his land and herds of sheep He still lived at home and though some might comment about that he was not concerned.

Two years earlier his father had given him five ewes to start a herd of his own. Because the herds often grazed together there was no need to worry about rams, and mating the females, there were plenty of service rams available.

The only thing that they had to be careful of with herds and crops was to keep the herds out of the crops. The sheep his father had given him were fine whites. The wool would make for fine thread that as his father put so unsubtley, that Ben'irad's wife would make into clothes and blankets for their family.

Everything was as it should be. Well almost everything. The thing was that inspite of his father's strong hints about him finding a wife, Ben'irad was not too concerned that he was not yet wifed. Actually, truth be told, he was not interested in getting a wife. The other young men and boys would talk about their evenings with their women. They would often graphically detail what they did with their wives. Ben'irad would listen but would have nothing to offer to the conversation so he would generally just sit in the background and just laugh at the right times.

It was not that Ben'irad was not a sexual person. Far from it, his member never failed him when his friends would tell him about their experiences. The problem was that when they talked about entering their women with their members, Ben'irad's would grow not at the thought of the woman, but of that member that was entering the woman. It was of his friends that he thought and what was hanging between their legs

On more than one occasion he had had to hide himself when they all went to the river to bathe because the sight of those several male bodies would have him greatly aroused. While this all came naturally to him, he seemed to know intuitively that this was not something that would be accepted by others in the village.

One day when he was in his fourteenth year he was working in the field with his father, Suul. As they worked, they talked about his friends, Ben'irad made some off-hand comment about the size of his friend's member. His father looked sharply at him and asked him what he had said. Ben'irad knew immediately that he had stepped over the bounds somehow. He didn't know what he had said that was wrong but apparently his comment as innocent as it seemed to him caused his father to tell him in no uncertain terms that he was never to talk like that again. His friend's member was not his to look at or talk about.

"That is the talk of a son of Cain" his father said gruffly. After that he never talked about anything that was even remotely sexual with anyone other than is immediate friends.

It was not long after that incident with his father that Ben'irad's young body began to really mature and he would find himself in the night the recipient of a wet sticky substance following an extremely torrid dream about one or another of his friends. He gathered from his conversations with his friends that this was normal. At least the sticky substance was, but he very quickly realized the subject of his dreams that caused the substance to erupt from his member was not. Instinctively he didn't divulge the subject and made something up similar to what his friends said were dreaming about. Vivid in his mind though was the image of a man coming to him with his face buried in his loins ravaging his member.

Shortly after the dreams started that Ben'irad as most of the boys his age learned that he could have the same sensations he had in the night by manipulating his member. He found that as he did that the dreams no longer came to him as often or in the same intensity and he could control when and where the fluid exploded from his member. It was certainly less embarrassing than having to hide the stains and his waking in the night.

His favourite spot was by the river. He had found a location that was a little out of the way of where the villagers got their water and did their bathing. It was somewhat further downstream in a secluded little back eddy of the river. Some large boulders lay along the edge of the river there and he could bathe and then stretch out in the sun and slowly bring himself to a marvellous climax, pulling his member as his friends called it.

He would go there as often as he could. It was just a few weeks before that on his rock laying in the sun one day, as he brought himself to another climax that would cause him to see lights flashing across his mind that he suddenly realized that there was someone else there. He sat up with a start and looked around. As he looked back the first thing he saw was a pair of muscular legs.

Ben'irad tried to jump up but a strong hand grabbed his shoulder and kept him down. The stranger, Ben'irad hadn't had a chance to even look up into the man's face, now was crouching beside him.

"Shhhsh" He said quietly "It is fine, I am sorry to have disturbed you but your pleasure attracted me"

The words were familiar enough but there was an accent to the voice that was not familiar to Ben'irad. He realized immediately that this man was a Cainite! He tried to back away from the man, fear written on his face.

The man didn't move and didn't restrain him any further but stayed crouched just looking up into his face as he backed away now having gained his feet.

Once clear of the man's grasp, he stopped and the two men stared at each other for what seemed to be an eternity. The man just smiled almost shyly at him.

"You looked so happy there, so full of pleasure, I'm sorry I disturbed you, but I had to come closer to see this beautiful man that was lying there in the sun enjoying his member so"

Ben'irad blushed. The man although a cursed Cainite was actually a fine specimen of a man. He looked to be a little older than himself maybe 19 or 20. He was obviously well built. His body was muscular. He had a full beard, like himself but had more hair on his chest. His hair was dark, his eyes were a striking soft brown. Like the men of his village this man wore nothing but a sort of leather kilt wrapped about his waist, fastened in place by a rawhide cord.

The man stood up "I'm Cainin, I am named after the father of our race" there was a bit of pride in that statement.

"I'm Ben'irad I am from the village of Father Seth, who lives still with us"

"Are all the young men of your village as beautifully endowed as you are Ben?" asked Cainin with a smile

"Ben'irad" replied Ben'irad, he hated it when anyone shortened his name. He also blushed at the clear comment on his body which he suddenly noticed was totally naked. He glanced around in panic to find his kilt

Cainin saw the look and seeing the object of the boy's panic lying just behind him turned and crouched back to fetch the kilt. Smiling he handed the garment to Ben'irad. "Here although you don't have to cover yourself for me" he said softly.

As Ben'irad took the garment. Cainin on impulse reached and with the back of his pointing finger, gently touched Ben'iriad's cheek. "You have soft skin Ben" He said once again shortening the other man's name.

"I. uh. it is Ben'irad, my name is Ben'irad" the boy replied, not knowing what else to say. The touch of the man's finger sent sensations through his body. He could feel his member growing as though it had a life of it's own and this so soon after he had just released his seed. He was embarrassed and knew somehow that he shouldn't be there, but yet he couldn't seem to move, nor did he want to.

Noticing both that Ben'irad was not moving and that there was a very evident response in the younger man's member, he reached out again and with the back of his finger traced down his chest, running over his nipple, and down toward his belly.

Ben'irad shivered as the finger traced down his body. The entire body of his skin shivered at the sensation of the touch. Yet he didn't, couldn't leave, instead he dropped his kilt that Cainin had handed to him. He couldn't help himself his hands were weak his knees were feeling weak, his mouth was dry, he closed his eyes at the sensation of this man touching him in such a personal way.

Cainin leaned forward and brush kissed Ben'irad's lips. The boy moaned softly. That was all that Cainin needed. He pulled Ben'irad to him gently and kissed him full on the mouth. The only other time Ben'irad had ever felt this. this intensity of erotic feeling was in his dreams. He groaned as the other man's tongue probed at his lips.

"Let it go Ben'irad" whispered Cainin softly, "come to me, release yourself to me"

The two young men lowered themselves to the ground. Cainin, gently lay the boy down and worked his way down the muscular young torso, toward the now oozing thickening member. Ben'irad could only lie there moaning. His hands grasping the other man's head and hair which encouraged him down to the prize. It was only seconds after Cainin enveloped the beautiful member in his hot wet mouth that with a loud shouting groan Ben'irad exploded in a violent orgasm, his hips bucking up forcing his member deep into Cainin's throat causing that man to choke and gag.

Cainin found himself the recipient of a massive filling of his throat and mouth of hot creamy fluid. He swallowed as fast as he could gagging and choking as the other boy's member was forced again and again into his throat. He was surprised and amazed the force of the fluid being pumped out of this young member. The taste of the substance was exquisite.

When Ben'irad finally collapsed panting for breath, Cainin released him and lay down beside him. He turned up onto one arm so that he was looking into Ben'irad's face. He smiled and kissed him. Ben'irad for the first time tasting his own seed. His tongue swept through Cainin's mouth. Any inhibitions he had felt were gone. He turned toward the other man and with a free hand searched out Cainin's still unserviced aching member. It felt hot in his hand, he could feel the pulsing of the blood. He felt as it jumped at his touch. He pulled back releasing Cainain's mouth. They stared briefly into each other's eyes.

Smiling Ben'irad moved down to return the pleasure that he had received form this Cainite just moments ago. The touch and taste of the man's member in his mouth was nothing like he had ever felt or tasted before. He found that he couldn't get enough. He wanted it all, and he wanted it now. He slid down on to the member as far as he could, fighting off the need to gag. The tip of Cainin's member was at the back of his mouth. It was at that moment that Cainin's hips arched up and pushed the member that much further down on it and by reflex swallowed at the same time.

Cainin almost screamed as the muscles of the throat moved up and down on the head of his member. He exploded his seed into the hot pulsing throat of his new Sethite friend. He fought for his breath in gasps as he was overwhelmed by the orgasm such as he had never experienced by his own means, not even in those night dreams.

They lay side by side for some time enjoying the afterglow of the violent experience they just had. Cainin found and gently clasped Ben'irad's hand in his. "You are a wonderful beautiful man my Ben'irad" he said putting a bit of stress on the "irad' of the name. "May I meet with you again soon?"

"Yes" sighed the other young man, "Soon very soon."

As if they both knew that they must part at the same time they stood up. Cainin kissed Ben'irad on the mouth. The lingered over the kiss and then he turned, without looking back waded off across the river and disappeared into the forest on the other side.

Ben'irad watched him disappear. With a great smile on his face he turned and ran up the embankment to the path the village.

Over the next several weeks Ben'irad and Cainin met as often as possible. During that time, they shared with each other not only their bodies and seed but also their lives and their mutual fear about what was happening to them. Why were they thus? Why was their love for women not there?

Cainin shared how he had been sent away from his village when he had approached one of his friends in the same manner as he approached Ben'irad. His father had disowned him and for fear of his life he had had to leave in the dead of night with only his knife and spear and some bread and cheese he had taken from his home. He had walked alone for some time until he had come across this place, the River Gihon near Ben'irad's village.

Seeing that there was activity along the river there he had moved off a bit into the forest and set up a camp about a half day's walk in. There was plenty of food in the forest so he found that he had time to search out what sort of village it was that was using the river. It was during this time that he had seen Ben'irad for the first time, often coming either by himself or drawing off by himself when others were not looking. He followed Ben'irad one day from the other side of the river and found his hidden cove.

There for several days, keeping hidden in the underbrush near the shore he had joined Ben'irad on many occasions from afar pulling his member as he watched the other boy relieve himself in the same. He could hear the boy saying something as he brought his seed spewing forth but the distance and the sound of the water flowing over the rocks he could never make out just what he was saying.

Then feeling braver he waited undercover one day on the village shore of the river for Ben'irad to come to his hiding place. This time as he watched he heard the boy callout what was clearly a name as his member erupted and the hot liquid spirted up and over his hand. The name he called out was clearly a man's name! Cainin's heart leapt within him. Could this be what he was hoping for that this lad was also as he was? He had to know.

It was the next day that he waited again and as Ben'irad came in his ecstasy, Cainin took the chance and appeared to the boy. And so here they were now, loving each other with their bodies, but now more than that, they were loving each other with their souls, their very being

Enosh was a lad about a year younger, known to Ben'irad as one of his myriad cousins. Enosh had been watching his cousin for some time. That Ben'irad was a handsome lad, the stirring in Enosh's loins would attest to every time the man was around. Enosh would often work it so he could be close to the man, following him at a distance when he went to the river to bathe. Many was the time that he had pulled at his member at the sight of the other's young muscular body in the water. How he wanted to touch the member that hung between Ben'irad's legs. It was beautiful!

One time he had even watched as the older lad lying on a rock in the sun slowly brought himself to climax. Enosh watched him gently at first pulling his member and the very rapidly as he gaspingly exploded in an orgasm that sent his seed flying from his member. Enosh himself had come that day in time with his cousin.

This day he watched as Ben'irad headed down to the river. "He is going to bathe again" Thought Enosh. Allowing enough time to pass and space between him and his cousin, he worked his way down to his hiding place. Ben'irad always bathed at the same place and Enosh had found a location that was well hidden but that gave a good view of what Ben'irad was doing.

When he arrived, he was startled to see that his cousin was not alone. There was another man there older than them both. Enosh did not recognize him from the village but he looked to be about 20 seasons of age. He was talking to Ben'irad. They were laughing and entered the water together, bathing as they talked. What happened next made Enosh's member jump. Ben'irad with his hand on the other man's shoulder turned him around to face him. There was silence, only the sound of the water running and the birds singing. The two men looked into each other's eyes for seemingly endless moments, then Ben'irad leaned forward and kissed the man. The other man enveloped Ben'irad into his arms and they embraced kissing deeply.

Moments later they left the water, their members fully erect, and lay down together on the soft grass on the far shore. Enosh watched as they coupled. The older man took Ben'irad from the back, his cousin sounding like he was in pain at first but then becoming quite accepting of the intrusion.

Enosh's member by then had more than spent his seed, but still he stayed to watch when the older man was finished he withdrew himself and then did something that made Enosh's grow to full arousal again, almost immediately. The man brought his head down to Ben'irad's member and sucked it into his mouth., sliding up and down on it, Ben'irad was obviously in ecstasy and was soon in the throes of complete overwhelming pleasure.

What neither Ben'irad nor Cainin suspected was the pair of eyes that watched them in the ensuing weeks. Whenever he could Enosh would follow his cousin.

There was something nagging in the back of Suul's mind for some time now, as he watched his son Ben'irad sprinting off across the fields toward the river. There was something about this boy that just wasn't quite right. On the surface he was just like any of the other of Suul's many sons in build and how he grew up. But there was something that Suul couldn't put his finger on. He had noticed of late. The last several days no even weeks, that the boy was spending a lot of his spare time down by the river. What was the fascination down there?

As he watched him disappear into the trees on the river bank. Suul, gazed for a moment and then as if a decision was made, he headed toward the river as well. There was a well-worn trail that the villagers used to go to the river but Suul had noticed that Ben'irad had not gone that way. He had followed the trail and then veered off downstream a bit before he went down the river.

Suul followed the village trail to the river. Fortunately, there as no-one there. He looked around and then he carefully and quietly made his way downstream, walking in the shallows and along the bank as he could. In the distance he could hear voices. He recognized his son's voice and another. As he came closer, he noticed that there was a distinctive accent to the other voice, that he couldn't make out. He was almost on top of his son and whoever it was that he was talking to before he saw them. He managed to stop in time without alerting them. As he peered through the leaves from his cover, he saw who Ben'irad was talking to.

IT WAS A CURSED CAINITE!!! What could the boy be thinking of??? Suul was so incensed by the fact that his son was talking to his son of Cain that at first, he didn't notice that they were holding hands.

The Cainite looked to be somewhat older than his son but not much. They were standing in the shallows facing each other holding hands. Ben'irad had a look on his face, a smile that could only described as some kind of loving look, as he gazed into the other man's eyes. The gaze was returned with equal affection. The Cainite whoever he was leaned forward and gently kissed Ben'irad in the lips. Suul watched in horror as his son closed his eyes and received the kiss with a slight moan.

Presently Suul heard the Cainite say "Let us go to my campsite." They turned and waded across the shallow river to the other side. The Cainite had his arm over Ben'irad's shoulder. The boy obviously didn't mind the close contact.

Suul could feel his face burning as he was finally starting to understand what was different about his son. His reaction was one of intense anger and an equally powerful revulsion at the thought that his son might be pairing with this... this... with another man!!! And a Cainite to make it all that much worse. He pondered what he should do as he watched the two men disappear into the trees on the other side of the river

He waited and then with purpose written on his face he waded across the river in the direction that the two young men had gone. It was not long before he again heard their voices. Carefully stalking up toward the voices he came upon what looked like a makeshift campsite of sorts in a small clearing in the forest. He drew closer hiding behind a large tree. In the clearing the two men facing him, were crouching very close together as they seemed to be tending a small fire. Suul watched as his son, leaned against the other man and lay his head on his shoulder. The other man smiled at Ben'irad and kissed his forehead "I do love you my dear Ben'irad" He heard the man say.

Suul couldn't believe what he was seeing. He was shaking with emotion as he watched his son reach up and kiss the man again full on the mouth. They were now in full embrace and lips together they lay down. The Cainite rolled them so that he was now on top of Ben'irad.

Suul watched as his son's hands caressed the man's back and wandered to his buttocks. They stopped only long enough to relieve themselves of their loin cloths. The Cainite was working his way down Ben'irad's body with his kisses until his face was down in the boy's loins. What Suul saw next made him gasp in spite of himself and caused his stomach to churn with revulsion. The man slipped his mouth over his son's member and sucked it in. He heard Ben'irad moan out loud in his pleasure. Suul could see his son's legs come up around the other man's body. the boy's hands were all over the man's back neck and head.

Moments later Ben'irad gave out a loud cry as he clearly climaxed, a feeling that Suul could imagine. What he could not fathom was how his son could allow this man to take him thus. What he was to witness next would bring him to the height of his horror and disgust.

The man have drunk Ben'irad's seed noisily now continued down to lick between the boy's legs. Ben'irad opened up to him allowing him to wash his waste opening. After a few moments of this Suul, feeling entirely sickened but not able to leave, watched as the man lifted Ben'irad's lower body up draping his legs over his shoulders and with one quick movement entered the lad through his waste opening. He heard his son cry out and then express his intense happiness to have this man in him, begging him to couple with him. This was more than Suul could take, he turned and move quietly away and then ran back to the river. He stopped at the river washing as it were the filth of what he had witnessed off him.

He was by now shaking with rage and total disgust, both at this man who had was violating his son and against his son for so willingly allowing it to happen. What was he to do?

After scrubbing himself thoroughly he ran back to the village. His wife seeing him coming along the path hailed him but he did not answer. The look on his face told her not to question him. He entered the house and sat quietly and sullenly deep in thought at the rude table that was set in the corner of the main room of the mud and stone house that was typical for the village.

In his mind over and over came the images of his son being mounted. being mounted by another man!

The more he thought on it the more he filled with his rage. But what was he to do about it? His burning anger told him that this was more than just banishing the boy from the village wouldn't do. They must rid the village, they must rid the earth of this filth, this violation of Elohim's glory. That Cainite must go as well.

He got up and found one of his brothers and talked to him they then went and found several other men in the village with whom they were friends and brought them all together and discussed what was to be done.

"My Brothers I cannot express to you the shame and anger that I have today. Shame for my son." he began. His voice broke as he spoke, and the tears ran no flowed down his face as he felt the heat of embarrassment and shame for what he was about to relate to his brothers and family about what his own son was doing.

The other men moved in closer to him, some of them putting their hands on his shoulders to comfort him.

Gaining some control Suul started again "My Brothers Ben'irad has been meeting with a Cainite" He spat out. His anger now started to rise again, and the shame that brought him to tears started to sweep away before the rage that was welling up as his mind replayed some of the scenes he witnessed. "A Cainite!" he shouted in his disgust.

"A Cainite?" asked one of his brothers "what do you mean, meeting with?"

The other men were muttering with questions on their voices. To meet with a Cainite was not advised, they were a cursed people. But at the same time there was often trade between the two races, or even families. Certainly no one wanted one of their family members to be known as a trader with the Cainites, but still it would be seen as little more than a disappointment at worst.

"He is... they were... I saw them!!! Suul struggled to get the words out of what he had witnessed "They were coupling as a man would with a woman!!!"

There was silence, a palpable silence. it was as if the world stood still. The men froze, their faces a look of horror as the import of that Suul was telling them sunk in.

"Whaaaat?" said his eldest brother. "What did you say? He is coupling with the Cainite?"

Suul was once again in tears. Tears that flowed down a face that was set red with rage. He nodded but his throat constricted would not let him speak.

No one said anything. What was there to say? None of them had ever heard of this in their lives. They only knew that from their brother's response to what he has witnessed that what Suul was telling them was a horrible thing. They just could not imagine it.

Suul described what he had witnessed. The kissing, the sucking, the Cainite' mounting his son in his waste opening. As he described it, they began to feel the revulsion that Suul as obviously feeling.

"What are we to do my brothers, He was born my son but after what I have seen today I have no son."

They all shared Suul's shame and disgust. They expressed their sorrow at what he must be going through. There was no doubt something must be done. But what, would they simply expel the boy from the village?

To do that would mean to involve the whole village. As they talked they realized that expulsion would simply send the problem somewhere else. Surely this was something that was an abomination to Eloihim. This was not what He had ordained for mankind to Father Adam and Mother Eve. Had He not decreed that coupling was to be between a man and a woman? Surely this was contrary to everything that God himself had determined. Surely this boy, Ben'irad was doubly cursed and his living would bring this shame and curse upon the whole village. No this could not be permitted to exist on the earth. They must purge him from it.

Once it was determined and agreed that Ben'irad must be destroyed it was agreed that it must accomplished without loosing the Cainite as well. They must both be killed together.

A plan was formed, all would be silent. The made a pact together that no-one else must ever know what happened. The men parted to their homes with a promise to be ready to act the next opportunity.

As they stepped out in to the street, they were met by Ben'irad just coming back from the river. He greeted them cheerfully and walked home with his father. If he noticed any strange looks or a certain attitude that they displayed to him he didn't show it.

"Where are you coming from my son?" his father asked him.

"From the forest on the other side of the river my Father, there are many fruit and nut trees there. There will be a good harvest this year for us to gather"

"Is that all you did there?" Suul asked looking at his son to detect a reaction.

The boy blushed slightly but said "Yes father, that and I bathed in the river."

They walked in silence the rest of the way both men knowing the truth. Both carrying a secret the other could not know.

The next day his chores done, Enosh was down at the river waiting and hoping his cousin would show up again that afternoon. He took his usual hiding spot. As he waited, he saw the young Cainite come from the other side of the river. Enosh's loins stirred when he saw the man. He too was expecting Ben'irad to show up too.

At a certain time after the noon meal when most of the people were in their houses to avoid the afternoon heat Ben'irad headed down to the river. There was no one there that he saw so he felt safe to go. He didn't notice several pairs of eyes noting his departure.

Once on the path down to the river he quickly jumped through the brush to go down to his private cove in the river. As he came out to the water's edge he was thrilled to see his love, his precious Cainin. He called to him and they met in embrace.

"My love how I miss you each night" spoke Cainin "You must come away with me"

"Yes my love you are right I can no longer stay here, I can no longer spend another night without you, without your love."

They kissed passionately. Sitting down in the grass together Cainin lay his young lover down to take him.

Enosh heard his cousin moan out loud "Oh my love my sweet love take me, take me forever" as the Cainite entered him.

Because of the intensity of the moment in what was happening on the shore neither of the young men nor Enosh had heard the sound of others approaching the river. Cainin was in the throes of his climax when there was a shout! Ben'irad and Cainin separated as quickly as they might and jumped up. They looked to where the shouting was coming from, only to be greeted by a hail of stones and spears. They both ran into the river trying to get through the water to the other side of the river. Cainin made it to the other side, his back and shoulder were bleeding where he had been struck by something. He turned calling for Ben to follow him.

Ben'irad had not been so fortunate as to make it too far across. When Cainin looked back his love was staggering, a spear hanging from his back and blood streaming from his face. Ben'irad reached out to Cainin. Another large stone came flying at that moment striking him square on the back of his head. There was a spray of blood and the boy dropped where he stood. His body quickly floated up and immediately started to drift with the current of the river.

"NNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" wailed Cainin as he backed away his hands held out to his fallen love.

The men ran into the water after him but he quickly evaded them in the forest. Suul led the men through the forest thinking he had probably gone to his camp. They were wrong and from his quickly chosen hiding place he watched them run past. After they were gone he ran back to the river.

Enosh watched in horror as the men of his village, his father one of them murdered his cousin . He watched as the body drifted by him, bobbing slightly up and down in the current. He kept his eyes on the body as it went and when the men disappeared into the trees on the other side of the river he quickly got out of his hiding place and ran down the bank and along the river until he caught up to the body of his cousin. He waded out and gently turned it over and pulled it to shore.

He carefully dragged the limp lifeless body of his dear cousin out of the water. Ben'irads skull had been crushed with that last stone. When Enosh looked in to his eyes the brightness that used to be there was gone. Enosh holding the body close to him wept silently over his cousin. "Ohhnnn my dear cousin, how I loved you, how I wanted you as your Cainite did"

He sat rocking Ben'irad in his arms, silently weeping.

As Cainin arrived at the river where he thought the body would have drifted, looking along the river he immediately saw Enosh with the body. Keeping hidden he watched the younger boy struggling with the body . He watched to see how the boy would treat it. It soon became clear that this boy was sharing in his own grief.

With the body finally brought to shore he watched as Enosh gently brought Ben'irad's body onto his lap and weep over it. He could hear that the boy was saying something but he couldn't make out what was being said. It was clear however that he was in distress.

Cainin moved a little further downstream and when he was satisfied he was out of sight of the young man that had his lover's body he carefully crossed over the shallow river. He worked his way back to where Enosh was.

He managed to get quite close so that he was able to actually hear the boys sobbing. "Ohhnnn my dear cousin, how I loved you, how I wanted you as your Cainite did" he heard him say softly.

Throwing his caution aside he moved in to kneel beside Enosh who was so completely overwhelmed with his grief, kissing his cousin lifeless form. His hair was over his face so he didn't see Cainin coming, The sound of the river, his own moaning I sorrow drowned out the sound of Cainin's very cautious moving through the brush toward him.

It was only in kneeling beside him that Cainin brushed against Enosh's back that the boy jumped and spun his head to find himself staring face to face with the Cainite that his cousin loved.

"It is alright I will not hurt you" said Cainin softly, his hand now on Enosh's shoulder as he tried to struggle to his feet. "I know you loved my Ben'irad as well, I thank you for bringing him out of the river"

As Cainin looked at his lover's face, he burst into tears. He struggled to gain control as he gently touched Ben'irad's face. "I loved him so" he sobbed

"I know" said Enosh. Then he blushed, "I... I watched you" he bowed his head.

They both sat there gently stroking the dead boys face weeping together.

Presently in the distance they could hear the sound of shouting.

"I must away" whispered Cainin "but we must hide my dear Ben'irad "

They quickly pulled the body away from the shore into the cover the underbrush. The voices were coming closer. Cainin realizing that he could not run now pulled Enosh down beside his lover and then with his body covered the boy. The two men were crouched low as the men were heard to cross the river not far upstream. They were cursing their luck in losing, "The Cainite"

They were trying to follow the shore to see if they could find the body but where Enosh and Cainain were hidden the brush was so thick at to be almost impenetrable so they passed that location by. They knew well enough that Ben'irad's body would be much further downstream by then anyway.

Enosh and Cainin heard the voices fading in the distance. Still they stayed until the voices were completely drowned by the sound of the river. Cainin slowly rose up carefully looking about him. He held Enosh down until he considered it safe.

"I wish to bury my love before I go, will you help me?" He asked Enosh simply.

Enosh nodded. They quickly found a spot not far away and leaving the body where it was they silently dug out a depression in the soft soil. It was not a place that was likely to be found by others. But both Enosh and Cainin knew that they would never forget the place.

When they were almost done they heard the voices of the men in the distance, coming closer again. The quickly went back to their hiding place and lay low for several minutes. The voices came closer but not along the river. The men had obviously come away form the river and it was soon clear they were heading back to the village. They could hear the frustration of the men that they were not able to find the body. The voices soon died away again and Enosh and Cainin went back to work. They dug for a little more until they were satisfied that the depression was deep enough.

They got the body and carried it to the hole. They gently with tears streaking down their faces lay him in. Enosh cut some bows from a nearby cedar tree and covered his cousin with them. Cainin leaning in to the grave, gently, lovingly kissed the now cold lips, one last time. "Good bye my dear love, you will be always in my mind and in my heart.

Together they slowly pushed the excavated soil back into the grave covering the body.

After the grave was filled they covered it with more bows and then they sat in silence for some time. In the whole process neither man had spoken.

Finally Enosh spoke "What will you do now?"

Cainin sighed deeply. "Your cousin was my life, I thought, I happily thought that we would have gone away to make a life together. But now my life is gone"

They sat quietly for some time before Enosh spoke again. "May I come with you?"

"I am not my cousin I know, but I have his desires , and I know that it will not be long before I will find his fate if I stay here."

Cainin studied the lad but said nothing . He was a good looking lad, not much younger he guessed than Ben'irad had been.

"I do not know your name" he said simply

"I am Enosh"

"I am Cainin":

"Cainin, I followed Ben'irad, that is how I knew about you and him. It was me that I wished him to love as he loved you."

Cainin nodded thoughtfully as he pondered what to do. He looked up at the sky. "We have little light left today, I'm sure that the men that killed your cousin, my lover have found and destroyed my camp. In what light there is left I must put distance between me and the village." He lay a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder and smiled sadly at him "You are right you are no longer safe here. You must come with me Enosh. I think that we should go further upstream toward the north."

"But that will take us past the village watering and bathing place." Enosh pointed upstream in a gesture that indicated a short distance.

"Yes" replied Cainin "We will cross the river to the other side so we will not be seen. I think that we need to travel many days to the north for not only your people hate us but mine as well."

Cainin leaned forward and kissed Enosh lightly on the lips. Enosh closed his eyes and received the kiss, his entire body yielding to the touch.

He sat forward slightly so that the kiss was firm and their lips were solidly together. Cainin pulled Enosh to him as they gave themselves to each other.

Cainin broke away from Enosh. "We will give our first seed together to my love and your cousin. Kneeling one at the head and the other at the foot of the fresh grave, watching each other they pulled their members until together they released their seed over the grave. They watched as the semen was slowly absorbed into the fresh soil of the grave. They stood up and kissed and looking once more at the grave of their lost loved one, they crossed the river and headed upstream.

As they approached the place where the villagers got their water, Enosh crept forward to see if there was anyone there, but there wasn't. He stood staring for a few moments and then with a smile he turned to Cainin and they walked off through the forest together hand in hand.

They made camp a short time later when they were sure that there would be no likelihood of attack from the village. All the tools that Cainin had left was a flint knife. With it he cut and fashion two spears from gopher wood saplings he had found. It was slow work

Enosh gathered some kindling and made a fire starter with which he started a fire. They had eaten berries, nuts and such grubs and food as they could find as they had travelled. For a time, they sat silently side by side watching the fire each in his own thoughts. As they watched the fire they seasoned and hardened the points of the spears in the flames.

It was well dark when Enosh put his hand on Cainin's thigh, he lay his head on the young man's chest. "I will love you as my cousin did, my dear Cainin" he said telling Cainin that he had given himself to him.

Cainin responded with a kiss on the boy's head. Enosh lifted his head to face him. their lips met. For seemingly endless minutes they kissed exploring each other's mouth with their tongues, exploring each other's bodies with their hands.

Enosh found Cainin's hard pulsing member and slowly began the pulling motion that so often in the past had given him pleasure. The motion that they had preformed earlier that day to honour the grave of their beloved Ben'irad.

Cainin gently lay Enosh down on his back. He then went down on his new found love and engulfing the young member that was so hard and erect before him. Enosh cried out loud as he felt the hot wet mouth sliding over his now aching member. It was only seconds before, holding onto Cainin's head with an exultant cry of extreme pleasure he arched his back and exploded into his man's mouth.

Cainin well ready, drank down the offering of Enosh's seed. As he did so he slid a finger into his mouth coating it with the semen that had filled his mouth and then slipped the coated finger into Enosh's waste opening.

Enosh jumped slightly at the intrusion, but in the intensity of his desire for this man he opened himself to it. That night moments later he gave himself to Cainin allowing him to hoist his legs over his shoulders and enter him. The pain was intense but gradually dissipated into pleasure.

Cainin roared in his pleasure as he was overwhelmed by the orgasm that quickly came. He collapsed on his new lover and they fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning they bathed in the river together. This was to be the pattern for the next several days. It was on the seventh day as if blessed by Eloihim Himself they found a small lake which formed the headwaters of the River Gihon, which they had been following. I lay at the base of a steep escarpment. The boulders at the base of that escarpment would soon show evidence of an abundance of flint round about.

The lake was warm and pleasantly surrounded by forest. Those first moments as they stumbled onto the shore of the lake and let their eyes trace along the landscape before them, they saw not one or two but a small herd of five or six fallow deer come down to the shore to drink.

As they watched several fish jumped put of the water after the insects that flew by. There were trees and bushes that bore a variety of nuts and fruit in great quantity. Cainin smiled down at Enosh. "This will be our home my love, here we will settle, you and I"

They made a temporary shelter that would serve them for a few days while they explored the environs of the lake. That night they made love to each other in their new home.

Enosh and Cainin lived out their lives on the shores of their lake. In the years that followed they would come across other men like themselves, with whom they would share their love and bodies. It was always done with great care though.

Ben'irad was never far from their minds, and their contact with the outside world was ever to be cautiously done.

Cainin died in the arms of his beloved Enosh full of years. Enosh buried him on the shores of the lake that had been their home for so many years. There on the grave of his dearly loved, as they had done together on the grave of Ben'irad a lifetime earlier he released his seed one last time, an offering of his love. Then he took his flint knife and opened the veins of his wrists, lay down on his lover's grave and died there. His blood mingling with his seed, seeping into the soil to bathe the body of his most loved Cainin.

The story of Enosh and Cainin and Ben'irad was to repeat itself in hundreds and thousands of ways in the millennia to follow. All gay men and women to follow them, found that their sexuality was best not shared, but only with those of like orientation. Over the millenia they found ways to search each other out. It was often by trial and error. Their history filled with pain and sorrow and often death. But even in the times of intense sorrow such as with Enosh and Cainin, came times of pure love.