[From the author of Another Ephesian Tale (Bisexual novel set in Ancient Greece) and
Alexandrian Knights (Gay novel set in Roman Egypt during the reign of Trajan), both available online at Barnes & Noble under the pen name Pseudo Xenophon of Ephesus. Also Roman Romance on Nifty (gay history).]
THREE DAYS IN THE SEXUAL LIFE OF CONSTANS
DAY ONE
The summer of AD 340 found Constans, the twenty-year-old son of Constantine the great, sole ruler of the Western Roman empire after vanquishing his older brother. Residing in north Italy at the time, he received a delegation from Rome led by Fabius Titianus, the city prefect. His conversation with the prefect quickly turned from congratulations on Constans' victory to sex.
"Do you have any young men in your personal guard for me to fuck?" Constans asked.
"Nearly all," Titianus replied. "They turn to each other for sexual gratification."
"How do you figure that?"
"Back in Rome their barracks has a spy hole. I had it installed during the building phase."
"Clever."
"I just love to watch a pair of nude young rookies with toned, glabrous bodies, magnificent upward jutting cocks and compact muscular bums, copulate with one another."
"Must be a sight for sore eyes."
"Each tier of the bunk beds accommodates two oversexed post adolescents, who hit the hay naked with stiff or rapidly stiffening cocks. One night I saw six pairs banging hard, one pair on the top tier, one on the lower, on three separate bunks."
"Bet that made your tunic tent out."
"The couple who took turns sitting on each other's cock certainly did."
"Send me the most handsome."
"I'll send you Ascaricus. He's an enlistee of Frankish descent."
"Ascaricus?" Constans asked, suspicious.
"Same name but no relation to the Frankish war leader executed by your father."
"Franks have big cocks."
"He's young and hung."
"How old?"
"Nineteen."
"Is he good-looking?"
"Short reddish hair, blue eyes, straight nose, rosy cheeks and full fiery lips."
"Bearded?"
Titianus, aware that Constans kept his own face and body as smooth as the day he was born, confidently informed him, "Clean shaven with a body plucked hairless in the style of Julius Caesar. As for his torso, he has a narrow waist, a flat rippled stomach, and broad chest and shoulders."
"What about his buttocks?"
"Round, firm, well-separated."
"Send him to my bedchamber. Nude."
Constans heard the curtain across his bedroom doorway rustle. He drew the drape back.
"Greetings," he said. "Come in."
Ascaricus entered naked. Constans took one look at his eminently fuckable body and achieved a powerful erection. He pulled off his tunic and stood in front of the Frank bareass. Instantly, Ascaricus was fully hard. Constans smirked.
"Does the sight of a man in the nude always turn you on?" he asked.
"Yes Lord,"
"With his cock stiff or flaccid?"
"Preferably stiff, Lord."
"Are you sexually active?"
"Very much so."
"Do you copulate with females."
"Only with males."
"So you have no sexual interest in women."
"Only men make me hard."
Constans took both their cocks in his hand and squeezed.
"Have you fucked a man before."
"No Lord."
"But you're sexually active."
"I prefer to be penetrated by other males. I'm a cockchafer, uh, cock chaser."
"Then turn around and place your palms on the wall," Constans enjoined, releasing his grip.
Before Ascaricus had completely turned, he felt the mushroom of Constans' cock between his nether cheeks. By the time he'd planted his palms on the wall the cock was fully inside his breech, pumping at breakneck speed.
Ascaricus wanted to cry out. But all he could think of was 'Oh yeah, fuck me' or some other trite remark. So he remained silent.
Constans slowed to delay climax and fornicated with just the head. But the urge to use his entire cock overwhelmed him. He began to stroke deep and fast, jerking Ascaricus at the same time.
Ascaricus grunted out his pleasure. "I'm almost there!" he called out.
Constans zipped his fist up and down his shaft in response, still maintaining full-fledged thrusts. The intense double pleasure pushed Ascaricus past the point of no return. His cock achieved final stiffness and pulsed out viscous creamy fluid that spattered the wall. Seconds later, Constans' cock grew from hard to rigid and spurted ropes of warm male seed inside Ascaricus' tight ass. He removed his other hand wrapped around Ascaricus' waist and pulled out.
Ascaricus spun round to face Constans.
"You had a heavy load," Constans said, eyeing the copious scatter of whitish semen on the wall.
"I felt your cock twitch as you released your sperm inside my rear," Ascaricus replied.
"Your robust rear is eye-catching."
"Does it turn you on?"
"When one sees an ass like yours, one wants to fuck it. You say you prefer to be penetrated by other males. One at a time?"
"You could say that. I participated in an orgy once where eight men did me. But one after the other."
"Have you ever considered taking two cocks in your ass at the same time?"
"I've dreamt about it."
"Then lets make your dream come true. I know two foot soldiers in their mid-twenties whose cocks were standing bolt upright while they bathed together. Fabius Titianus tells me that ultra-stiffness makes for easier penetration. He's a consummate voyeur. I'll tell them to show up."
"Where? When?"
"The bathhouse at noon tomorrow. I'll reserve one of the cubicles off from the hot room. They have beds and, of course, since it's a bathhouse, you three will be clothes free."
"What role will you play?"
"Spectator. When you arrive the keeper will give you directions."
DAY TWO
Constans entered the cubicle ten minutes late with nothing on above his sandals secured by red thongs. His attention immediately turned to the three naked males. Indus, the younger of the two soldiers, was on his back with his hard cock up inside the hind end of a comely youth, none other than Ascaricus who was crouched over him on all fours. Avitus, a corporal, was also on the bed, his feet astride Indus' thighs, sporting a massive hard-on.
Constans sat on the foldable seat facing the front of the bed to obtain a ringside view of the copulatory action. In the interim Avitus had inserted his cock inside the young Frank on top of Indus' and with legs spread wide, knees bent, and hands gripping Ascaricus' flanks, had got down to business. His own cock lengthened and thickened, then arced up and pointed to the skylight above his head.
As Constans looked on, his gaze flitted back and forth from the corporal's gaping anus freshly fucked by his captain to the two fat military cocks sawing in and well-nigh out of Ascaricus' anal hole. For their part, the enlistees were mute, immersed in the pleasure of their cocks rubbing together until, caught in the throes of orgasm, Avitus emitted a guttural cry.
The sensation of Avitus' cock pulsing against his own, pushed Indus over the edge. Semen spurted from both their cocks inside Ascaricus' accepting ass.
Their cocks softened and dropped out. Avitus vacated the bed, and when Ascaricus dismounted, Indus had streaks of whitish fluid all over his chest and belly.
"How was it?" Constans asked after the soldiers had left.
"I came twice," Ascaricus revealed.
On the way to the changing room to retrieve their clothes, Constans, his still stiff cock bobbing as he walked, gave Ascaricus a butt pat.
"Why don't your buttocks, I mean you, spend the night with me?" Constans asked.
Ascaricus' eyes sparkled with lust.
Barefoot, Constans and Ascaricus shared the same couch for dinner, Constans dressed in a purple tunic, Ascaricus in an off-white tunic scrunched up to his waist to show off the smooth rounded cheeks of his provocative rump. Attended by male servants dressed in silver-threaded tunics, they partook of a pricey meal of fried mullet and, to stimulate overwhelming sexual desire, an arugula salad and red wine.
While they supped, Constans pontificated on the fate of Aeneas after the Greeks sacked and burned Troy.
"Aeneas set sail," Constans said, after swallowing a chunk of fish, "with his family and friends."
Constans then, between sips of wine, recounted in grueling detail Aeneas' voyage to the West Coast of Italy where he became the fountainhead of the Roman race.
"After Aeneas died," Constans continued, rubbing his fuckmate's bare behind, "and I quote Ovid: 'the river god, Numicius, cleansed Aeneas of all that was mortal, leaving his best part. Venus, his mother, then anointed him with divine perfume, touched his lips with ambrosia and nectar, and so made him a god.'"
Ascaricus, who by this time had finished his salad, added that the Gauls were also descended from the Trojans.
"After the destruction of Troy," he said, "a few Trojans, fleeing from the Greeks, occupied the regions of the Gauls, which at that time were deserted."
After gulping down his last drop of wine, Constans ran a finger up the crevice of Ascaricus' posterior to signal he was ready for sex.
On his way to his guest room, Titianus noticed that the curtain at the doorway of Constans' bedchamber was only half closed. He popped his head around and saw Constans and Ascaricus stark naked, Constans supine on the bed, Ascaricus lying face up over him, supporting himself on straight arms and feet flat on the bed straddling the imperial thighs. His back entrance was halfway down Constans' iron-stiff cock.
Titianus gaped in astonishment. Ascaricus' cock was unbelievably hard, the head pressing against his belly after eating arugula.
As he watched, his eyes nearly popped out of his head: on full display, the youth's rear hole sliding up and down Constans' shaft from base to neck; Constans' hand fumbling for his straight teen cock. The prefect heard footsteps outside and left off until the steps faded. When he popped his head back in, he saw Ascaricus' cock, angry red, explode in Constans' rubbing fist, and when he heard Constans shriek in orgasmic ecstasy, he lowered his gaze. Ascaricus had stilled, and Constans' cock was deep inside his ass.
He hightailed it to his room.
DAY THREE
"I've decided to appoint you praetorian prefect of Gaul starting next year," Constans said.
"Much appreciated, lord," Titianus replied as he accompanied Constans along the porch supported by columns that surrounded the inner courtyard
They spotted Ascaricus outside. Still naked after last night's sexual encounter, he was appraising a nude statue of Priapus standing between two cypress trees with an oversized phallus pointing straight out from his groin. Ascaricus was sporting a full erection.
"I'd give my right arm to have my cock inside his bottom while I fuck myself on that marble cock," Titianus let on.
"Why not on a real cock?" Constans asked.
"Whose?"
"Mine. Wait for me in your bedchamber."
"Disrobed?"
"Of course. I'll send Ascaricus in directly and you can expect me after I've stripped."
Titianus scurried off and Constans stepped through the columns into the garden.
"Your cock is stiffer than Priapus'," he gibed.
Ascaricus blushed.
"Titianus and I want to have sex with you. Are you up for it?"
"Lets do it," Ascaricus said without hesitation.
"Then present yourself at Titianus' guestroom. I'll be along shortly."
Constans entered Titianus' guestroom unclothed and saw two nude figures: Ascaricus on the bed on his knees and elbows with Titianus over him on hands and toes, his hips rising and plummeting over and over. Constans, his cock hard in a flash, stepped around to the end of the bed. Ascaricus' knees were spread and he observed Titianus' turgid shaft moving rhythmically in and all but out of Ascaricus' puckered bud.
Titianus felt the mattress crunch and paused expectantly. He felt Constans' strong cock push up inside his back passage and resumed intercourse.
With his rear orifice sliding up and down Constans' rigid rod as he thrust inward and outward inside Ascaricus', Titianus promptly reached climax. He rammed his cock inside Ascaricus up to his balls and filled his inner ass to capacity with thick male cream.
Constans, his larger frame crouched over Titianus with knees bent and upper body supported on longer arms, dismounted.
Titianus followed."Do you want him?" he asked.
Without a word, Constans replaced Titianus and, penetrating Ascaricus' anal cavity, slick with Titianus' discharge, fucked him so vigorously that he ejaculated in less than a minute. He rolled off.
Titianus winked at Constans as Ascaricus flipped over onto his back.
Constans stared with bulging eyes. "His cock is as stiff as Antinous' when he had Hadrian's male tool inside him."
"Stiffer," Titianus ribbed, taking the youth's raging erection in his fist.
He lowered his mouth and suctioned the tip while running his clenched hand up and down the shaft.
Ascaricus emitted a cry of pleasure. Encouraged, Titianus persisted until suddenly, without warning, Ascaricus shot a huge load down his throat. He swallowed, then sucked him dry and freed his softening penis.
"I've seldom had an orgasm that intense," Ascaricus admitted as they drank wine post sex.
"I loved the way you raised your ass," Titianus said. "It made screwing you all the more enjoyable."
"Bottoms up," Constans quipped.
AFTERWORD
At the end of February the following year, Titianus took up the position of praetorian prefect of Gaul. Ascaricus had his pay doubled and resumed having anal intercourse with his fellow guardsmen in every submissive position imaginable.
Constans continued to indulge his homosexual tastes. In the winter of AD 343 he sojourned in Britain with an entourage of a hundred men. Each night he chose from their number an outstandingly handsome greenhorn who had barely reached manhood and, casting an arm across his chest, took his ass from behind.
CITATIONS
DAY ONE
The summer of AD 340...Titianus, the city prefect
Hunt, D. [6], Jones, A. H. M. et al. [220 (Constans born 320)].
young men in your personal guard for me to fuck
(homosexuality of Constans)
Harries, J. [190] Woudhuysen, G. [160] Zonaras. [XIII.6]
Cantarella, E. [175-176, details a pronouncement coauthored by Constans and Constantius II in AD 342 condemning passive homosexuality and proclaiming that passive homosexuals must be subjected to specially prescribed penalties. That there appears to be no case of anybody punished pursuant to this provision suggests that it was promulgated to conciliate particular interest groups with no intention of enforcement.]
an enlistee of Frankish descent
Ammianus Marcellinus. [XV 5.11 (around the mid-4th century Franks were numerous among palace guards)]
Franks have big cocks
Sidonius Apollinaris. [Letters Book VIII, 238-250]
Frankish war leader executed by your father
Long, J. [91-92]
in the style of Julius Caesar
Suetonius. [Divus Julius 45]
The bathhouse...cubicles off from the hot room
Ager, A. A. [146]
DAY TWO
to stimulate overwhelming sexual desire, an arugula salad
Pliny the Elder. [X.LXIII.182 I (translated as rocket)]
Morgan, L. [66 (arugula also called rocket)]
fountainhead of the Roman race
Dio. [Bk. 1 VII.1 (frag. 1, pp. 69-70)]
After Aeneas died...and so made him a god
Ovid. [Metamophoses14. 687-698 (Lombardo)]
Gauls were also descended from the Trojans
Ammianus Marcellinus. [XV 9.5]
DAY THREE
praetorian prefect of Gaul
Hunt, D. [6]
AFTERWORD
At the end of February...prefect of Gaul
Lewis, W. [85 n. 9]
winter of AD 343 he sojourned in Britain...hundred men
Hunt, D. [6]
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