The following story describes sexual acts between men in a historical context. The story includes descriptions of consensual intergenerational sex and willing prostitution. If this offends you please read no further.
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The Forgotten Son of Rome By David Brown
Chapter 1
It's only been a year since my life's trajectory changed in its entirety, and yet I can hardly remember my old self. My new name is known by so few, and yet my former name is known throughout the mighty Roman Empire - Caligula. As the son of Germanicus, the favoured general of Rome, and related to Emperor Tiberius, I was thought of as the son of Rome itself. My life plan seemed so certain, both by design and expectation. How could I not grow to become a great General, expanding the Empire ever further before becoming Emperor. Not even the Gods would have bet against it. And yet, it all changed in a moment. The only reason I am still standing here today is because of one person, Antinous.
We did not know it at the time, but I am now sure we were in love. We were innocent boys, both just sixteen summers old when we met, but once we did we were inseparable. But I will never be able to tell him it was love. One innocent game put him in the path of my destiny, and the Fates were cruel to him.
My father was a General to his very core. He believed a military education was the highest form of teaching a son of Rome could receive, and so I grew up by his side during his campaigns. For as long as I can remember I have been surrounded by men. Aside from the washer women and whores that followed the legion, I saw men everywhere I looked. I became accustomed to many things as I grew up, be it the coarse language of the legionary, or the moans of whores as the soldiers took turns using their weekly allowance - as my father said, a horny soldier is a distracted soldier.
But the main thing I remember is seeing naked bodies. As the glorious soldiers of Rome, the legionaries had no reason to be shy, not even in front of me. I was the General's son and so I was seen as one of them. It was natural that I bathed with them in the rivers, horsed around with them as they splashed and wrested each other, climbing on their shoulders to play fight. I thought nothing of my dick and balls being pressed against their necks, or theirs being pressed against mine as they pinned me down to tickle me. Nor did it seem odd when some of the men would cheekily grab my dick under the water, or give me a wink when they could feel my dick start to harden. This was just what men did when confined together for months on end, right?
Despite being so comfortable around men and the noises they make at night when alone in their tents - or even when they're not alone - when I saw Antinous I knew I was feeling something new. Like me he was sixteen and well on his way to becoming a man, but as yet he hadn't lost his boyish looks. Slender and relatively short still, he was without the solid muscle tone that a soldier's education would have provided.
I had stumbled across him washing rags in the river one morning as I searched for something to do. It was Winter and we were camped in Germania waiting for the snow to melt before starting another season's campaign against the barbarians. It was cold and the soldiers were getting restless. And yet despite the cold Antinous was there half submerged in the water with nothing on. I was drawn in by an unknowable force and felt compelled to ask him what he was doing in the river so early in the day.
"These rags won't clean themselves, and it's hot work so there's no point spoiling my tunic...sire"
His formality surprised me
"Sire?"
"I know who you are, sire, everyone in camp knows. They say you will be Emperor one day"
Those words had been spoken to me before, although never too loudly in case one of Tiberius' spies was listening. He was known to be jealous and cruel to those he perceived as a threat.
I chose to ignore the comment in case he was a spy himself.
"I haven't seen you before, where in the camp do you work? You don't look like a soldier, if you don't mind my saying."
"Not at all sire, it's for exactly that reason I'm here. I'm Antinous, I'm with the whores at the back of the camp."
"Are you a son of a whore then? Do you do their washing?"
"Something like that, sire"
It was at that point that he had finished his work and waded out of the river towards me. Without shame or embarrassment he strode out of the river, his nakedness on full display. I was transfixed. Though slender his body had a boyish charm, not muscly but defined. My eyes wandered down and I couldn't help but gasp. He was small in body but his cock was thick and heavy. Despite the cold it swung from side to side with each step. As he strode past me I was able to catch sight of his arse. A ripe peach, white as virgin snow. I couldn't help but stare. He smiled.
"Perhaps I'll be seeing you soon, sire".
Unsure what he meant I simply replied: "Perhaps you will", as he continued to walk back to camp completely naked, rags and tunic thrown over his shoulder. His confidence was compelling and I felt an urge to know him better.
The next morning I ventured back to the river in hope of catching Antinous at his work. I told myself I only wanted to talk, but of course I was hoping to catch sight of his naked body again. The sight of his pendulous cock and heavy balls haunted my dreams. When I woke I was covered in my cum, a far bigger load than I had ever produced before. Whilst it wasn't the first time this has happened, it was the first time it was from dreams of a man.
It seems the gods were on my side, as when I drew near to the same spot I could hear someone splashing. I quickened my pace and felt a bubble of excitement in my chest. I forced myself to slow down. Why would a hallowed son of Rome have such a reaction about a boy, or even still about a whore's washerman? And yet, I couldn't resist continuing to seek him out until...there he was. Standing half submerged in the water, his pile of washing was already neatly folded on the river bank. Had he been waiting for me? No, why am I thinking like that, why should the General's son worry about whether a commoner likes him.
When his face turned to me I found my tongue had lost all function. He smiled and nodded his head in deference.
"Good morning sire, it's looking to be a warm day already. Perhaps you would like to join me for a cleanse in the clear waters of Germania."
My mouth went dry. Having never once been bothered about being naked in front of others, I was suddenly conscious of every pore and imperfection. That, and the knowledge that whilst not my dick was small by any standards (I had clocked I was already larger than most of my father's guards from when we would play in the river) I was still not anywhere near Antinous' girth. Despite my sudden anxiety I had my father's pride, and it wouldn't do for a General's son to appear anything but confident.
I promptly stripped off and took unwavering steps into the bracing coldness of the river. Antinous had the good grace to look away whilst I got in, or at least appear to look away. I noticed the faintest of smiles on his lips when I had finally swam up to him. I wasn't prepared for how cold the water would be and I felt my chest tighten, my breathing quickened. He must have noticed as he swam nearer until he was directly opposite me, his not even half a yard away. We locked eyes.
"Take deep breaths sire, `tis only the shock of the water"
He reached out and placed his hand on my chest.
"Your heart is racing. Match my breathing and you'll soon feel warmer."
I looked deep into his hazel eyes as we synchronised our breaths. He was right of course, I could feel the panic leave me body and in its wake a warmth spread throughout.
"There we are sire, no doubt you feel better now" his lips broke into a full smile "for a second I thought I'd have the wrath of the general on my back for drowning the favoured son of Rome."
His smile only added to the warmth now coursing all through my body, spreading from where his hand remained and intensifying in a certain place below my torso. I was completely disarmed and before I knew it I was standing fully erect. Perhaps the hardest I had ever been, the blood pulsating with such intensity I feared it would burst. Worried he would notice my predicament in the clear alpine waters, I attempted a distraction.
"You seem to have a swimmers body, how about we race to the other side?"
"You're on sire, but I warn you, my family has always favoured Neptune in our offerings so he might assist me."
And with that he dropped his hand from my chest, but as he did his fingertips grazed the tip of my cock, still very much swollen. I couldn't help but release a slight gasp. He pretended not to notice and turned to launch into a front crawl. But as he did I'm sure I saw a grin break out across his face.
"Last one back here must carry the washing back to camp" he cried as he took the lead. My competitive streak took over and I ferociously launched into the river. It was a close race and as we reached the finish he was but half a body length in front. Driven by pride and a soldier's need to win I grabbed one of his legs to steal victory.
What I wasn't expecting was him to retaliate. He launched onto my back and put his arms around my waist. Luckily the exertion had seen to my erection as his hands slipped down to my waist. The race abandoned we instead tried to see who could hold the other underwater until they yielded. All sense of modesty and propriety forgotten, our bodies intertwined and our breathing quickened. Feeling my cock starting to stir and quickly reach half mast I decided to perform a tactical retreat and cry "Yield!".
He ceased his offensive but his arms lingered around my waist.
"I'm surprised sire, I didn't think your pride would allow you to be bested by a lowly camp worker."
Our breathing was heavy. `
`Twas only Neptune's disfavour that I was trying to avoid, should I best one of his followers" I retorted with a wink.
He blushed.
"Well then, I can't argue with that sire"
I honoured our agreement and carried the washing back to camp as we walked side by side, both completely naked and shoulders ever so slightly touching.
And that was it, every spare moment I had, between drills and observing my father's strategy meetings, was spent at the back of the camp with Antinous. He dominated my thoughts and haunted my dreams. I didn't know how to describe what I felt, I just knew I was happier when I was near him.
What happened next was but my first lesson of how cruel the gods can be.