This trilogy was written over a span of three years. It springs from my fascination with Greek and Roman myths and legends. Picturing all those naked, lusty heroes epitomized by the statuary of the age helped bring me to terms with my being gay. To this day, my ideal is the big, beefy musclebear type.
This is the final chapter of the trilogy -- so far.
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While Hector and Aeneas napped in Hector's bedroom, Achilles was busy with his own preparations for the evening's tryst. He knew that for Hector's proposed scheme to end this tedious siege to be successful, he would need to win over Ajax, one of the members of the Greek War Council. Ajax and Achilles were cousins, both being of divine ancestry. Fortunately, Ajax had returned from his ship and had set up his tent not far from Achilles' own. Achilles went in search of his cousin.
Ajax, totally nude, was exercising outside his tent. He did so every day in order to maintain his huge muscles and massive physique. Rivulets of sweat streamed down his gigantic body, so that it gleamed in the sun. As Achilles approached, he paused in his exercise regimen to greet his kinsman.
"Greetings, cousin," Ajax boomed, panting slightly from his exertions. "To what do I owe this visit?"
"Good morning, Ajax. I wonder if you might be interested in having some fun tonight."
"Fun? What sort of fun did you have in mind?"
"Let's get out of the sun," Achilles urged. "I think you'll be interested in what I have to say."
Ajax shrugged and led the way into his tent, where the two Greek heroes sat on the edge of his sleeping pallet. The sweaty giant leisurely toweled himself dry as Achilles began recounting the events of his past couple of nights with Hector on Mount Ida.
"... So I'm going to meet Hector again tonight," Achilles concluded, "and I was wondering if you'd like to come with me."
Ajax locked eyes with his cousin in an intense stare for a short time, then blinked, shook himself, and stood. "Let me get this straight," he said slowly. "You've been having sex with the enemy, and that's okay with you? You don't see a problem with it?"
Achilles snorted derisively. "Oh, come on, Ajax!" he snapped angrily. "They're horny men, just like you and me. Besides, this conflict isn't our war. The Trojans have done nothing to harm you or me. If you recall, Helen accompanied Paris to Troy of her own free will. Menelaus -- and, by extension, his brother Agamemnon -- is suffering from wounded pride, that's all. Really, what do you have against the Trojans? What have they ever done to you?"
Ajax was silent as he thought about it for a bit. Achilles waited patiently.
"Well ..." the muscular giant eventually responded, reluctant to concede the point, "... nothing ... I guess."
"Exactly!" Achilles responded triumphantly. "So come with me tonight. You'll have a lot of fun."
"Okay," Ajax agreed. "What time?"
"Come by my tent after dark. We can relax there until it's time to leave. Oh, and make sure you're totally naked -- except for sandals, if you like. We're operating under a flag of truce, so no funny business during the night - just good, healthy, man-to-man sex."
"Sounds great!" Ajax exclaimed. "I'll do it." After some small talk and more promises, he ushered Achilles out of the tent and resumed his workout.
Back in his own tent, Achilles quickly scribbled a note and handed it to a trustworthy manservant with specific instructions for its delivery.
Shortly thereafter, Hector and Aeneas, still naked, heard a soft knock at Hector's bedroom door. Extricating himself from Aeneas' embrace on the bed, Hector walked over to the door and opened it slightly. There stood one of his most trusted manservants holding a note. Hector took it from him and asked him to bring some food and drink for himself and Aeneas, as they'd had no sustenance since they had returned home that morning.
Returning to the bed, Hector perused the letter.
My dear Hector,
As we need the vote of my cousin Ajax to sway the Greek war council to our point of view, I am bringing him with me tonight. I think that you will like him. He's very tall and extremely brawny and muscular, with curly brown hair all over his body. His phallus is quite long and also very thick.
I hope that you will bring along the person you told me about last night. He sounds great!
I look forward to being with you tonight.
Achilles
Tossing the note to Aeneas to read, Hector observed, "It looks like we're in for a lot of hot sex tonight, so after we eat, we probably should get more sleep, so we can be fresh for the Greeks."
"An excellent idea," Aeneas agreed, grinning.
Just then the door opened, and the manservant came in with trays of food and wine for the two men. Then he withdrew and stood watch outside the door to ensure that the two men were not disturbed. They ate and drank until they were satisfied, then lay back down on the bed entwined in each other's arms and went back to sleep.
Shortly before midnight, Hector and Aeneas stood at the rendezvous point at the foot of Mount Ida. The Greeks arrived a few minutes later. Achilles introduced Ajax to the two Trojans, and Hector did likewise with Aeneas.
With the formalities completed, Achilles and Hector embraced lovingly, their lips mashing together in a passionate open-mouthed kiss. Ajax and Aeneas lustfully ogled one another's naked body, and their penises began to rise in anticipation of what was to come that night. As they reached for each other's engorging manhood, Hector, noticing the obvious attraction between the newcomers, broke his clinch with Achilles.
"Hold on there, you two," he admonished softly. "Let's hike up to the top of the mountain before we start getting down and dirty with one another." He led the way up the somewhat overgrown trail, with the three others in single file close behind him. It was a warm night, so by the time they reached the ruined temple of Heracles at the summit of Mount Ida, the muscular bodies of all four men were gleaming with sweat.
They stood awkwardly for a few moments, looking at one another in silence, sizing up the others. Hector was the first to move, stepping in to wrap Ajax and Achilles in a mighty bear hug. Not wanting to be left out, Aeneas joined the trio. The friendly get-acquainted huddle quickly developed into a frenzy of groping hands, arms, lips, and tongues exploring the others' naked bodies.
Eventually Aeneas broke away from the writhing mass of naked muscularity and, grabbing Ajax's engorged member, pulled the Greek hero over to the abandoned altar. The two musclemen kissed deeply as their hands explored every inch of each other's brawny body, from thick necks down over boulder-like biceps and meaty pecs -- paying special attention to their hard, pink nipples. Descending over muscle-laddered midriffs, they reached around to squeeze one another's glutes, pulling them apart to explore the crevice between them. Their throbbing hard-ons mashed against each other, slick with their free-flowing pre-cum.
Reluctantly Aeneas pulled away and stretched out on his back on the flat surface of the altar, with his head hanging back over one end of the square slab and his legs dangling off the other end. "Hey, Ajax," he urged softly. "Straddle my head and feed me that horse-cock swinging between your legs. I want to try to take you all the way down to your root."
Ajax laughed as he approached the supine Trojan. "I've never yet met anyone who can take this big boner of mine all the way," he boasted. "Let's see if you're up for the challenge."
The Greek hero stood in front of Aeneas and slowly fed the burly Trojan his enormous cock. Inch after inch gradually disappeared into Aeneas' mouth and down his throat. Ajax reveled in the feel of the tight gullet as he pushed forward. Suppressing his gag reflex, Aeneas opened his throat and took in the entire organ all the way down to the loose-hanging balls.
Ajax groaned in unbridled lust and admiration as he began to fuck Aeneas' face. "By the Gods, what an expert cocksucker you are!" He noticed the Trojan's erect cock thrusting up from his crotch and bent over to take it into his mouth, sucking the throbbing shaft enthusiastically.
Standing to one side, Hector and Achilles enjoyed watching the erotic scene while masturbating each other with one hand and finger-fucking one another's ass-chute with the other. As their passion mounted, their boners began to drool pre-cum from their piss-slits, running down the shafts to provide needed lubrication.
Achilles nodded his head toward the altar. "Shall we join those two in their fun?" he whispered to Hector.
"Why not?" the Trojan hero responded. "After all, Aeneas butt-fucked you last night without your consent. I think it only fair that you return the favor tonight, don't you?"
Achilles nodded, grinning lewdly. Moving to stand between Aeneas' dangling legs, he lifted and spread them, exposing the tight butt-hole to the night air. He bent down and ran his tongue over Aeneas' puckered rosebud, probing the hole as it began to spasm, until it was awash with his saliva. Hector stood close behind him.
"He should be primed now, Achilles. Push in your cock hard and fast," the Trojan prince whispered in Achilles' ear. "He prefers it that way, rather than gradually easing it in. Shove it in quickly."
Achilles straightened up. Placing the tip of his drooling cockhead against Aeneas' tight sphincter, he powerfully thrust forward, ramming his love-pole in to the hilt, until his pubic hairs were crushed against Aeneas' beefy ass. Aeneas grunted in surprise as he was brutally penetrated, but he and Ajax continued to suck each other with no break in their rhythm.
Hector stepped up behind Achilles and wrapped his arms around the Greek hero's brawny chest, finding his nipples and roughly pinching and twisting them. His hard cock nestled in the crease of Achilles' ass, rubbing up and down, lubricating the asshole with his pre-cum.
Achilles moaned softly, "Mm, Hector, fuck me. Shove that big rod deep inside me. Breed me, lover."
Achilles moved his ass back and forth as he fucked Aeneas, and on one particularly energetic pullback, he felt Hector's dripping cockhead pop through his elastic sphincter. The Trojan's throbbing rod was propelled up Achilles' tight fuck-channel. "Oh, yeah, Hector," Achilles moaned. "That's good. Fuck me. Fuck me!"
With Achilles doing most of the work, Hector simply hunched against his back, with his hands still manipulating the Greek hero's nipples, working them ruthlessly. His magnificent cock pistoned in and out of the Greek's muscular body as Achilles fucked Aeneas.
Aeneas' ass was at the perfect height and angle for Achilles' boner to grate against his prostate every time the Greek hero thrusted forward, so before long the Trojan was on the edge of orgasm. He humped his body back and forth, and his butt moved up and down to help Achilles achieve maximum penetration. With his legs elevated, his crotch had moved closer to Ajax's suctioning mouth, and the Greek hero was eagerly deep-throating the Trojan's drooling pillar all the way to its root.
The ruined temple echoed with the sounds of flesh wetly slapping flesh and the increasingly lusty moans and slurps of the four muscular heroes as they all approached the point of no return almost simultaneously. Their orgasms tumbled like dominoes.
Ajax was the first to seize up, flexing his muscles as a flood of man-cream fired from his bull-balls and caromed up the length of his colossal cannon, buried deep in Aeneas' welcoming throat. His bellow of pleasure as he let loose was muffled by the Trojan's cock filling his mouth. Repeated salvos spewed from the tip of Ajax's boner, and Aeneas was hard-pressed to keep up with the sheer flood of liquid love that threatened to drown him. He swallowed as fast as he possibly could, gulping down what seemed like gallons of the Greek's sperm. It was enough to trigger his own climax.
Aeneas bucked and stiffened. He wanted to warn Ajax of his impending orgasm so that the Greek could pull off if he wanted to, but his mouth was too full of cock and sperm, so all he could do was moan as his baby-batter spurted out into Ajax's sucking mouth. To his surprise, Ajax didn't even flinch, taking the Trojan's load like a pro and eagerly chugging it down his gullet.
Aeneas' body was wracking with coital spasms, and his asshole clenched tightly around Achilles' thrusting truncheon. The additional pressure and undulating muscle spasms around his boner, coupled with Hector's constant stimulation of his prostate, was too much for the Greek fucker. With a bellow of lustful release, he shot deep up Aeneas' welcoming shit-chute, his balls pumping burst after burst of potent semen into the Trojan. His muscular body was transfixed in a rictus of pleasure.
Hector could no longer resist the sexual fever of his companions. Releasing Achilles' nipples, he grabbed the Greek's waist and began thrusting brutally. Rapidly his balls pulled up to the base of his cock and prepared to release their bounty. His cries of passion joined those of Achilles as he began to shoot. Wave after wave of thick man-milk tumbled out his piss-slit into the Greek's welcoming body as his thick organ was ravished by Achilles' tight, hot chute.
The four naked musclemen gingerly uncoupled as they came down from their sexual highs. Breathing heavily, they moved away from the altar and collapsed to the ground in a sweaty heap.
As the night went on, they experimented with various other couplings, positions and roles, so that no mouth or butthole remained unpenetrated. In particular, Ajax and Aeneas achieved new heights of sexual pleasure: first when the Greek's enormously long and thick cock explored and stretched Aeneas' fuck-chute more than it ever had been before, and then when Ajax surrendered his anal virginity to Aeneas and discovered the pleasures that having his prostate poked and prodded could provide. And Hector and Achilles finally affirmed their love for one another.
As the eastern sky began to lighten, the four men quickly descended to the plains of Ilium and went their separate ways, Hector and Aeneas to the city and Achilles and Ajax to their tents on the beach, after agreeing to another tryst that night.