This story takes place almost two hundred years into the future. Things are quite different. Homosexual sex is a norm. So if you are under age or if explicit "abnormal" sexual activity is abhorrent to you, please read no further.
If you do read further, please let me know your reaction to the story. Feedback means a lot. Write me at macoutmann@yahoo.com.
Please also remember that these stories come to you through the generosity of those who contribute to nifty.org. Have you made a donation lately...or at all? If you have, thank you. If you haven't, please consider doing so.
Copyright 2015 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved.
THE THIRD EMPIRE
by Macout Mann
II
The plates have all been cleared. The giggling serving girls are being taken back to school.
"The minister and the governor's son were sure having fun with each other's dicks," one girl says.
"I'd love to play with any of those boys," a second girl responds. "They were all hot as hell."
"You'll be lucky if you can marry some workman's son who'll get you pregnant," another says. "Right now all you've got is the rest of us' pussies."
"Doomed to be born female," the second girl moans. "I sometimes wish I'd got chosen for whore school."
Meanwhile, back at the mansion, the party is getting intense. The minister removes the net top Flavius has been wearing, totally exposing his beautiful torso. His body above his navel has been shaved and oiled. His nipples are rigid, his six pack enticing the dark treasure trail leading to ample pubes and a luscious tool. The minister has already stripped off the boy's cutoff.
"Take off my toga, Flavius," Titus commands.
What is now called a "toga" is like a garment which became popular in the mid Twentieth Century, the T Shirt. Imminently practical it is now cut long enough that it reaches the knees or the ankles in formal situations. It can be worn alone or with a cutoff underneath. The minister is wearing only his toga, which is adorned with his rank. He and the others also wear sandals. Flavius removes the toga and both he and Titus recline on the couch to enjoy each other's bodies. The minister has kept himself in remarkably good shape. The empire expects that of all upper class citizens of whatever age. "We all worship a beautiful body," one emperor had said.
All around the table the diners have become active. General Saunders chooses not to take off his toga. He is much older after all, and his dick doesn't get as hard as it used to. Sabinus, however, is now topless. The "top" is like a toga, except that it is cut short, usually leaving a bare midriff.
The general wastes no time before stripping Sabinus' cutoff off. Sabinus lays back, aware of what the general wants to do. He likes them young, hung, and passive.
The seventeen year old has a massive tool, eight inches long and almost seven around. The older man drools as he prepares to take it into his mouth. First he palms the boy's pecs and nibbles his tits. He kisses his way down Sabinus' bod, tonguing his navel, and finally sliding his lips onto Sabinus' rigid pole. He savors the taste of adolescent manhood, swishing his tongue around the object of his desire. Then he begins to methodically raise and lower his head, his lips gripping the boy's circumcised knob on the upstroke, the boy's pubes tickling his nose on the downstroke. The general is in heaven. There is absolutely nothing he'd rather do than suck dick.
To their right, Bishop Mason has removed his red toga and red skullcap and watches Sextus strip off his top and cutoff. Sextus is six feet tall, unusual for a Hispanic, and slender but well proportioned. His rod isn't the size of Sabinus', but it's nothing to be ashamed of. The bishop is well pleased.
"What do you like most?" the bishop asks.
"I like it all," Sextus replies.
The bishop takes the boy's tool in hand, and Sextus reciprocates. The bishop loves foreplay, and soon the two of them are matching each other touch for touch, kiss for kiss.
"Suck me," the bishop orders. Sextus obeys.
Nearby the general is responding Sabinus' moans by increasing the tempo of his ministration of the boy's prong. Knowing the dinner was going to occur, all the boys have avoided cumming all day. So Sabinus gives the general an ample dose of his nectar. It is a taste the general savors above all others.
Sabinus reaches under the general's toga and begins to massage the older man's weapon. But the excitement of his just finished sexual encounter together with the several glasses of wine that the general has consumed have made him unable to continue. Sabinus soon sees that the general is asleep.
As he thrills to Sextus' expert oral stimulation, Bishop Mason notices Sabinus' plight. He motions him over. "Child of god," he whispers, "you don't have to be left out. His dick's hard too."
Sabinus immediately reaches for Sextus' tool and in short order has it down his throat. The bishop notes with satisfaction that Sabinus monster has recovered its rigor. "Yes," the bishop moans, "Get him off, then I want that thing in my ass."
Across the table Flavius' father already has his dick up John's ass. Quintus is not quite as large as Sabinus, but he has never been known not to satisfy. "Oh yes, Governor," John moans, "fuck me. Fuck me harder. And please. Please take me to bed with you tonight!"
Sextus is unable to hold back. He deposits a load in Sabinus mouth while still worshiping the bishop's baton. The bishop interrupts Sextus' ministrations.
"Lie on your back," he tells Sextus. "Let me fuck your face, while this one fucks my ass. You both will be blessed. And Sextus, you did say you liked it all"
Soon the bishop is in a sandwich of his own making. Both boys are ecstatic, although both know that their being blessed is a crock. All they're interested in is what happens in their loins. Sextus can't understand how the bishop can hold out for so long. He forgets that altar boys and postulants serve the same function that they did in the old church.
Perhaps the most satisfactory coupling is between Marcus, the Commissioner of Education, and Claudius. Marcus is the youngest of the adults present and was a champion swimmer back in basic school. He has kept his stature supremely gorgeous through exercise. Originally a cowpoke from Wyoming, Marcus is virile as hell. Claudius is an Aussie. He's been taught what history has forgotten. The prisoners sent to that barren continent, those who founded what in 2190 was the second largest English speaking entity in the empire, were all male. They weren't ashamed to get together. Claudius basks in Aussieness. Like Marcus he delights in maintaining a bronze tone to his bod. He loves his time at the beach. He relishes a beautiful body. The two of them are a perfect match.
"I haven't seen you before," Marcus begins.
"That's not good, now is it?" Claudius answers. "You got a big wanker?"
"Strip off my toga and see for yourself," Marcus answers.
Marcus' naked body is worthy of the greatest of the ancient statues. "Hey!" Claudius exclaims.
All the boys had worn tops made of netting. There wasn't much of Claudius' torso that Marcus couldn't see, so he quickly strips off Claudius' cutoff. Easy to do. It is held in place by only two snaps.
"I could get to love that package," Marcus grins.
"I already love yours, the intern responds.
It was lust at first sight. They fall into each other's arms. They lick every inch of each other's bodies. They taste each other's dicks. Marcus is the first to fuck. He plunges his hot member into Claudius' ass and Claudius yells "More!"
After taking Marcus cream, Claudius is invited into the Commissioner's bottom and pumps for all he is worth.
"I-just-love-your-ass," Claudius chants as he rhythmically slams Marcus rump.
"And-I-love-your-hot-dick." Marcus responds in tempo, as Claudius' pole rams the Commissioner's hole.
Years later, when Marcus Stanbridge becomes the Empire's First Minister of Education, he chooses Claudius to be his assistant. By then they will both be "happily married" to prominent women but will still be best of fuck buddies.
The minister is accustomed to having his way with whomever. That's one of the prerogatives of high rank. He ravishes Flavius' ass as John and Quintus and some of the others watch. Flavius seems to provide all the satisfaction Titus needs. He pounds. Flavius responds, "Oh yes." He reaches for Flavius pecs. Flavius yells "Squeeze those fuckers!" He grabs the kid's hard-on. Flavius whimpers, "Yes, jack me off," and then squirts ropes of cum onto Titus' chest.
A butler enters to tell the governor that it is now twelve o'clock. "Gentlemen," the Governor rises to say, "It is now midnight. Tomorrow there is work to be done. Let us wish each other a good night."
The distinguished guests don their togas. The general's aide de camp arrives to help him to his waiting chariot. "Sorry, sir," he tells Quintus. "The general doesn't have the stamina he once did."
"I certainly understand," the governor replies.
Bishop Mason and Commissioner Stanbridge depart happily contented. Sabinus, Sextus, and Claudius return to quarters to get into whatever they are going to do. Flavius is led away by Titus Bush to be further probed. John gets his wish. He goes to bed with the governor.