2001BC – A Gay Odyssey
By Fergie Boy
Copyright Fergie Boy, 2009
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Chapter 1 - My Coming of Age
My name is Odysseus and I have a story to tell. It has been told before, or at least a version has been scrolled. Homer thought to glorify the so called Heroes of which I am one. His fabricated tale was needed at the time to boost public morale, but it had little bearing on the truth, at least not in my case. And as I was the star of his classic poem, I think we can assume that most of it was a load off ancient bollocks. I’m going to tell you what really went on.
My name is Odysseus: king of Ithaca. Sounds very grand, doesn’t it! But in actual fact, Ithaca is a bit of a dump: a scabby little Greek island that no future tourist in their right mind would go anywhere near. Still, it’s my home, or at least it was until I got conned into going off to the war. Twenty years of my life that cost me! Twenty bloody years! Even now I can barely credit the loss. But, anyway, I’ll come back to that later. I said I would tell you what my life really entailed – so let’s start at the beginning: when I was a boy.
I had a typical Ancient Greek upbringing. Princes weren’t exactly pampered in my day, so I had to learn to fight like all the other lads. Swords and spears, wrestling and such like: it was all very macho stuff. But to be honest, I quite enjoyed it. Ancient Greek school life suited me down to the ground. I doubt if I could have coped with a modern education. All that sitting around at a desk listening to some boring old fart going blah, blah, blah! No, that wouldn’t do for me at all. I was much happier in the gymnasium.
That’s what we called the school in my day: gymnasium. A bit different from your modern day ones, though; they catered for intellectual as well as physical development. But sport and physical training was the main activity. Thank goodness! And what I really liked about the gymnasium was that we did all this physical training in the buff! Well, we had the weather for it, and as you probably know, we Ancient Greeks were, on the whole, a bunch of randy faggots: a nature that was instilled in us from the cradle.
Such a joy it was to go to school each day and spend most of my time grappling with fit young naked lads. None of it was innocent, I can assure you! Of course we all had to develop our martial skills: we Ancient Greeks were forever going to war and it was best you knew what you were doing or else you might end up getting killed; but a lot of the grappling was purely gratuitous and most of us had a hard on for the majority of the day. I certainly used some very interesting holds during my wrestling bouts.
We had an audience as well! Young bachelors would gather around, eyeing us up for the day we turned eighteen. Deciding who they would chose to be their eromenos. I eyed up these bachelors as well, as I decided which one I wanted for my erastes.
Eromenos and erastes; what’s all this about, I hear you ask. Institutionalised homosexuality is the answer, and a most fabulous arrangement it was as well.
It was our practice for a young man, the eromenos - the beloved, to continue his education under the guidance of an older unmarried man, the erastes - the lover. Don’t get me wrong, these older men weren’t very old, most of them were in their twenties, and all were pretty fit looking - we Ancient Greeks like to look after our bodies and love playing with each other’s cock.
The tradition was that after a few years as an eromenos, you were deemed to have reached maturity and you took on a young lad of your own to nurture, thus becoming an erastes. You might work your way through four or five of these young lads, depended on how keen you were on that sort of thing; but eventually you were expected to get a wife and pump out a few kids. That last part didn’t appeal to me at all; but as a future king I knew it would be my duty to sire an heir.
But that horror story lay way in the future. I was fast approaching eighteen and was on the look out for a man, not a wife!
Not all of these young male relationships were sexual of course. Apparently a lot of the erastes did actually focus on the younger lad’s education, which would have been a catastrophe if such a thing had happened to me. Some erastes restricted themselves to a bit of groping, casual flirtation, that sort of thing. But the majority liked to get their end away; and quite rightly so. What was the point of taking on a young lad if you didn’t fuck him every day?
Now I say fuck. Officially it was viewed as unmanly to take it up the ass, so penetrative sex between these formalised gay couples was rather frowned upon by old fogies like my dad: the mighty King Laertes. Instead, they engaged in non-penetrative sex which usually involved fucking the lad between his thighs.
Well, I was for having none of that! I wanted my erastes to give me a good seeing to every night, so I kept an ear out in the market place to find out which of these young studs had a track record for giving his eromenos a regular shagging. I was very relieved to hear that quite a few did. These men became my shortlist of suitors!
My shortlist!
Too bloody right!
That wasn’t how it was supposed to be of course. In theory it was the erastes who would choose the eromenos, not the other way round. But there was no way I was going to leave such an important relationship to chance. I was a prince after all and had an ass to die for, which I made darn well sure got noticed during my days in the gymnasium. I flaunted it around like a right old tart, and as a consequence there was a long list of men who came calling at the palace on the day I turned eighteen: though sadly my most favoured candidate was not one of them.
‘His loss,’ I thought at the time, ‘not mine!’ Though I have to admit I was rather distraught at this unfortunate turn of events. The man I had come to favour was a hunk of the very best quality and I passionately wanted to try him out.
Not to worry. I would not have my coming of age ruined by this omission – there were plenty other men to choose from. My dad, King Laertes, went to see these men and interviewed each one to ensure he would be a worthy tutor over the next couple of years to his son and heir. Thankfully, the ones that I was interested in managed to blag their way through it, although none of them mentioned the lessons that these particular men intended to focus on. I watched this charade from behind a screen: good old dad quizzing each man about the Arts and other such bollocks, whilst I played with my cock imagining each man pumping away at my delectable ass; which I can assure you was now well ripe for a fucking.
I had installed a new favourite by the end of these interviews: Castor, whose reputation preceded him. He might not get the job: I wanted to know the reason for the absence of my original favourite and perhaps give him a second chance to apply; but Castor would certainly be the first to fuck me. I had no intensions of hanging around pining for some missing stud. Castor was now the man with the inside track. But I felt it only fair to give some more men a chance to win me over, so I whittled the suitors down to a long shortlist of eighteen; a shag for each year I had gone without. I intended to make up for lost time.
Dad, may Zeus and all the gods bless him, came up with a shortlist of two: both of whom were jokes and had no chance of the job. They had a reputation for respecting the eromenos and leaving the poor lad well alone. Naturally I agreed to see them: I was a dutiful and respectful son who had an inheritance to secure. But just on the off chance that neither struck me as worthy, I suggested a few other men to dad: eighteen men in fact - who should be sent up to my room for a little chat. Any order would do, except for Castor - he should be first.
Dad might be a king, but he was putty in my hands, the old love would do anything for his little boy. He sent up the first two, who were boring and soon dismissed; then he sent up the man that had taken my fancy the most: he sent up the delectable Castor.
I was reclined on my bed of furs, enjoying a glass of wine - which I was now officially allowed, though I’d been pissing it up for years - and nibbling suggestively on a bunch of grapes when Castor knocked on my door. Naturally I had removed my clothing and lay on my back naked with a cushion propped under my peachy ass so it could be viewed along with my fabulous big cock: nine inches when hard and still growing. I was a very blessed prince indeed!
I bid Castor enter and close the door behind him. He stood before me, gazing down at my lush young body, lust written all over his handsome face. His piercing blue eyes washed all over me then settled on my cock, balls and ass.
“Lord Odysseus,” he stammered once he had calmed himself down, although there was no calming his rampant cock, it was sticking out like a flagpole beneath his tunic, creating a most humorous effect. “I have observed you in the gymnasium, my lord, and been most impressed by your skills; especially with the spear. You have a very true aim indeed! I have come here to ask you to become my eromenos. It would be an honour to act as your erastes and guide you down the path to manhood.”
“No doubt, Castor, no doubt,” I nonchalantly replied. “I too have admired you whilst in the gymnasium and am particularly impressed with your spear as well. Perhaps you would care to remove your tunic so I may look at it more closely along with the rest of your body. Then I would very much like that you fuck me. But take care; you have the honour of being my first.”
I had to chuckle at that moment. Castor’s cock sprang up and down on hearing my words, making his tunic wave around at the front. Not for long, though, as he was out of it in seconds and standing before me, erect in every way.
He was a beautiful specimen of manhood. His body shaven except for his head of wavy light brown hair and his curly light brown pubes: such was the fashion of the day for Greek nobles. His skin was golden brown and glistened with a light covering of fragrant oil: such also was the fashion for randy gay studs who liked to show off their well toned bodies.
Castor had worked hard to develop his body; his pectoral muscles were big and meaty, the ridge down his sternum clearly defined, splitting two masses of rounded muscle. He had small nipples, more pink than brown, sitting just above the pectoral curves at their deepest point. His shoulders were broad and beautifully rounded by bulging deltoids. He had wide lateral wings and a rippling stomach without an ounce of fat. Muscular arms and legs giving perfect proportion to the whole effect, and there at the centre; lobbing up and down was a gloriously virile cock: thick and long, eight and a half inches of pulsating creamy brown meat with a beautiful rosy purple glans glistening at the top. His balls were shaven to show them clearly in their generous sack, two fair sized eggs churning around, preparing for action, mixing up their load.
“Very impressive indeed, Castor: I think you may have an excellent chance of becoming my erastes; I shall enjoy putting you to the test. But first, would you do me the honour of turning round so I may look at your rear. I have no intensions of waiting a couple of years until I have my own eromenos to shag a man’s ass. I fully expect the lucky man who becomes my erastes to put out for me as well. If that is not agreeable to you; then I am afraid I must refuse you: but please fuck me anyway before you leave.”
Castor turned round without complaint, which I knew he would. Word had it in the market place that he had proved a right slut as an eromenos and loved getting fucked. It had been a sorry day for him when his erastes traded him in for a younger model and Castor had progressed to the rank of erastes, where supposedly he would never again take a cock up his bum. Although word also had it in the market place that his brother took care of that little problem for him; which made Castor a doubly appealing prospect.
He looked very tasty indeed, I have to say. I was tempted there and then to give him the job and go off to his villa and fuck for the rest of the day. But I had my plan and seventeen other men waiting to pleasure me before deciding which one would become my steady fuck. A young prince needs to sow a few wild oats before he settles down to two years of rampant shagging with one man and only a few affairs on the side for his amusement.
Anyway, I digress: Castor had a glorious back, contoured V-shaped muscular flesh, and there below it, two golden peachy mounds: his ass was absolutely stunning. And I tell you, Castor was no fool, he seriously wanted this job now that the element of getting shagged had been added to the role. Like the slut he was, he brazenly bent over and parted his fabulous cheeks so I could have a good look at his lovely pink hole. That practically sealed for it him: I was definitely going to fuck him, even if he didn’t get the job. In one role or another I would be visiting Castor later in the week to pleasure my cock up that hole. But if he were to be my erastes; then he still had to prove himself up my ass, and it was time to start the auditioning.
“A most appealing anus indeed, Castor: be assured I will be shagging it before the week is out; but for now we must move on. I have other men to see and a tight schedule must be kept to. You have ten minutes to pleasure me and prove your worth; and please ensure it includes at least five minutes of fucking. As you will be my first, you may have to go gentler than the rest; so in order to be fair, you may wait along with the others and come visit me again once they are done.”
Castor did an excellent job and used his time wisely as the sands counted the minutes down. He got down between my legs and gave my cock a good sucking. It was fantastic, the first time my cock had entered a mouth; such a thrill, I could scarcely believe the ecstasy of his flicking tongue and the feel of his throat as he took me all the way down. I regretted setting such a small time limit, but wanted to have all eighteen men fuck me on my birthday; so had little other choice. I had a party to attend that evening and dad would be very upset if I turned up late because I was still interviewing the suitor erastes. He might wonder what was going on and ask too many questions - the whole day could end up ruined.
Castor moved on to my balls which he only spent a few moments on then delighted me by rimming my ass. Now that was something I wasn’t prepared for: no one in the market place had mentioned that to an inquisitive young prince. He tongued me for several minutes, licking around my virginal hole, teasing my ring by refusing to go in. Then he pushed his tongue through: I screamed out in delight, which was very unbecoming of a prince. Then with half the sands almost gone, Castor curled my legs over my shoulders and bid me hold them there in place. He knelt behind me and presented his throbbing cock to my palpitating hole; ran his knob up and down my crack a few times, lubricating it with my royal sweat then pressed his big glans through my royal ring.
Once again I screamed out, the shock was intense and for a second I was tempted to command he withdraw; but then the pain subsided and was replaced by waves of unadulterated pleasure washing all over my body.
Castor could see the change in my being and pressed a little further into my virginal ass. I gasped in short breaths’ as he gently forced his way in; my whole body tingling at this welcome invasion. Each inch of my rectum was unknown to any man: a succulent cherry never tasted before. Castor deflowered me with respect, testing out each inch, making sure I could handle his fabulous big cock. He entered me slowly but fully, all eight and a half inches of his throbbing meat filling up my ass. He held it there once fully penetrated and asked if I was in any discomfort.
“No, Castor,” I replied. “Your cock is big, but I’m pleased to say it causes me no pain. Please proceed now with the fuck, but go slowly at first. I am a tender lad and unused to being shagged: a situation which will be remedied shortly.”
Castor was great. He did as I requested and gave me a gentle fucking which totally blew my mind. He took me only from the front, holding my legs in the air as he thrust slowly in and out of my chute. It was unbelievably good: the feel of his big cock stretching my ring and piercing my body whilst I gazed up at his hunky form and handsome face, making me shiver with the pleasure of it all. My cock was aching; pre-cum dribbled freely from the eye. It was five minutes of absolute bliss.
Castor was still shafting me nice and slow when the sands in the timer ran out; which was a hell of a shame. I would have liked him to carry on, fuck me hard from a variety of positions and come up my ass making me come as well. My only complaint about Castor was that he had respected my request too much: he should have finished off with a couple of minutes of rampant shagging and shot his load up my ass or all over my face – both would have been a perfect conclusion to my first fuck . It was tempting to give him those minutes and a suggestion, but I resisted: rules had to be adhered to in this crucial selection and no blatant favouritism could be afforded so early on.
I drew Castor in to me and held him deep within my body as I whispered in his ear. “Thank you, Castor. That was most fabulous. Please take your cock down now and leave. Ask the next applicant to pop up, and if you see my dad, tell him we had a very pleasant chat. Reassure him that his son will make a wise king; then hang around for a few hours. My ass will be well conditioned by the time you return. You can give me a good hard shagging the next time we meet. And be sure to come up my bum... and elsewhere if there is enough to go round.”
“I will wait with much anticipation, young prince. I look forward to coming up your bum. Hopefully, as your erastes, I shall be able to do so every day. My appetite is fierce: I can assure you.”
“I take note of it, Castor, and it will count in your favour... Tell me, how fairs your twin brother, Pollux? I was rather disappointed to learn that he has not appeared today. I cannot understand it. I have seen him at the gymnasium lusting over my delectable ass. Why has he chosen not to come here today and fuck it? He would have made my shortlist of eighteen without question.”
“We would never dream of competing against each other, my lord. We drew lots for the privilege of coming here today, and I won.”
“Very noble,” I replied, satisfied with this excuse. “You share a house with him, do you not?”
“Yes, my lord. We are very close. We share many things.”
“So I have heard! I look forward to making his acquaintance. Now please leave and send me my next shag.”
Such fun I had that day. Eighteen big studs all well up for a fuck at a young prince who had just come of age.
They were all set the same task: ten minutes to pleasure me with at least five minutes up my ass.
They all tackled the challenge in different ways. Some set about fucking me straight away and came up my ass well within the allotted time. Others sucked my cock and rimmed me first, as had Castor; then set about fucking me in a variety of positions, trying to impress with originality. Most took me from the front as that was the position they found me in: I gave them all the same starting point. To be honest, I enjoyed that the most; being able to look at and grope their fabulous muscular bodies as they pumped away at my bum. But a few requested I move or even manipulated me into a different position and fucked me from behind, either lying down flat or kneeling lie a dog. One had me stand up and fucked me against the wall, which I rather liked, and one had me suck on his cock which I thought was rather daring, and made a note of the man’s name so I may see him again: I thoroughly enjoyed sucking his cock and fully intended to do so again.
One man surprised me and deprived poor Castor of taking my other cherry. He came straight over and gave my cock a good suck, ensured it was fully hard, which it had been throughout the session, then squatted before me taking my cock in his hand and guided it to his asshole. He sat down on me taking my whole length in one deftly move and started to bounce up and down, fucking himself on my cock. It felt unbelievable and I couldn’t resist: I rolled him over onto his back and fucked him ragged. I had already come a couple of times, with the exquisite shaggings I had received, but this was something else. My cock was tingling at this new sensation as I plundered into the man’s welcoming ass. I fucked him for at least ten minutes caring little for the rules I had set: banging repeatedly into his beautiful moist flesh savouring every moment. Then I felt my balls churn and exploded with a yell as another load of spunk course through my body and shot out my cock deep up the man’s bum. Oh yes, I would definitely be doing some more of that!
I still insisted he fuck me for five minutes, though; I had my goal and intended to see it met. He was good, but not memorable, at least not for his shagging, but I will always remember him for taking my cherry in such an unexpected way.
A few of the men were a little disappointing: ‘little’ being the operative word - their cocks being too small to pleasure me fully. They knew they had no realistic chance of gaining my favour and had simply turned up in the hope of a fuck at the most delectable ass they had seen at the gymnasium for as long as anyone could remember. These men didn’t waste any time in getting down to the job and fucked me until they came; then left. It was pleasurable: all of them had excellent bodies and the feel of them between my legs grinding away as I clutched at their backs and rounded buttocks almost made me come. I embraced each man and each fuck wholeheartedly and enjoyed every single one, no matter how small the cock.
Of course others were bigger than Castor, who had set the benchmark for all the suitor’s to match. I knew that some men could have very large cocks, but hadn’t seen such cocks fully hard. Now on my birthday I was treated to a few very impressive members, which I was able to do more that just look at. A ten, then an eleven incher, found new territory up my chute and brought a tear to my eye when they went fully in. But I was a prince and was trained to accept pain, and I quickly trained myself to enjoy getting fucked by the biggest of big men, with rampant hard cocks to match.
The biggest came at the end. I am sure he held back, knowing fine well that only a well fucked ass would be able to handle his shaft which was easily a foot in length. I gasped when he stripped off and I gazed upon him. He had not succumbed to the fashion of the day and shaved his body. Instead his chest was covered in a rich mat of auburn hair which I had to admit looked really sexy. He was deeply freckled, which was fine by me, and was naturally well muscled but not overly so. But I didn’t spend too much time looking at all this when there was a massive hard cock pointing at my face.
None of the other cocks had matched this for size or beauty. The shaft was thick and perfectly straight; creamy white with a huge tube on the underside. Above it were his wispy auburn pubes, and below, two very large balls hanging in a generous sack. But the real treat was at the end of the shaft, a vibrant big juicy pink head. Circumcision had left it on full display, and had left it looking mean and angry! It was virile beyond belief, a creature with a life of its own and I had to make a grab for it and suck on the glans, drawing out the pre-cum that oozed from the eye.
After a few minutes of sucking I released it and looked up at the man and asked how he suggested I tackle such a monster with my bum, bearing in mind I was a virgin up until a few hours ago. Admittedly I had now experienced more than a dozen men and had been fucked in a variety of different positions by a variety of different cocks; but nothing had matched this thing for size and girth.
“Relax, my prince. I will not abuse you. Turn over and I will take you from behind. I will enter you slowly and penetrate only as far as you wish. Take what you can and I shall fuck you with that and no more of my length. Few men can take me in full. A young virgin of but a few hours ago should feel no shame if you cannot handle it all.”
It was like taking an arm up my ass; and a big arm at that. His cock wasn’t just long it was equally thick. I had grown accustomed to taking cocks, and was almost numb after three hours of continuous banging at my sweet ass; some of the recent smaller ones had barely registered up there at all. But once again I screamed out as his massive glans tore through my ring and entered my rectum with a thud. He’d obviously gone through this plenty of times and knew to take his time. He allowed me to regain my breath and composure and relaxed me by licking my trembling back. Then he pushed with his groin and the cock forced its way in a few inches, stretching my intestine like nothing I could ever have imagined. I felt it fill me up, and spunk shot out of my cock as the glans slid over my prostate; an involuntary ejaculation due to this most mind spinning experience.
He pushed a little further, it tore at my guts sending shockwaves of pain around my body, but that pain was mixed with such intense exotic pleasure, I barely knew the reason for my moans. He pressed on and on, filling me up with amazing control. He penetrated me so slowly, but I registered every fraction of an inch. I felt his body getting closer to mine, its warmth radiated down. He leaned forwards and caressed my back softly with his furry chest and licked tenderly at my neck.
He pushed again, and I clenched. A cry of pain made him stop. He held his massive cock now almost a foot up my ass; further than any man before. I tensed, unsure if I could take more; but made no request for him to stop. He licked me again, so tenderly on the neck and wiped his hairy chest gently across my back: it was exquisite and once again my body relaxed. He could have taken me there and then, thrust to the hilt, but he held back and asked my permission.
“You are doing well, my prince. Few men, and no boys, have ever managed so much. A little more and I will be fully in you. Please let me proceed, your ass is truly amazing. I am so desperate to fuck you with my entire length and feel my groin against your stunning buttocks. Please, my prince. Let me all the way in.”
Well, what could I do? He asked so politely, I couldn’t possibly refuse. I muttered consent then bit on a cushion grinding my teeth as he gave me the last few inches. Tears were streaming from my eyes, but in an odd way it was strangely enjoyable; this combination of pleasure and pain. Unlike the first fuck by Castor, and the few other big cocks that had fucked me later, the pain didn’t go away. It was there throughout the fuck that proceeded as he gathered momentum and banged in to me. I bit hard on the cushion and thumped my fists on the ground as he shafted my ass and battered my rectum. It was a marvellous initiation into the joys of really big cocks, and a fuck I shall never forget.
He fucked me for well over the allotted ten minutes. I saw the timer through moist eyes standing empty before me but made no complaint. My whole body was a mass of sensations; like the ecstasy of a heroic death. We Ancient Greeks are really into that sort of thing and this was a mighty spear gorging into my body and no doubt making me bleed. I could hear him screaming as he fucked me, and knew now from experience, gained within the past few hours, that he was nearing the point when he would shoot his load. At least ten portions of spunk had been fired into my body; half of which had been sucked back down and fed into my mouth, which I had enjoyed to a surprising degree. I knew when a man was about to come; and this bloke was about to explode.
With an almighty yell he rammed into me, as deep and painful a thrust as I had ever known. The killing blow as he unleashed his scorching essence which blasted into my body in rapid spurts. It was like a fountain gushing inside my body; so copious was his release.
I lay exhausted beneath him, his penis refusing to soften or come down. But that concerned me little; his stationary cock was now a fabulous relief. I writhed below him, luxuriating in the feel of his warm hairy body and the glory of his cock deep within my ass. He thrust at me again causing me to squirm and my intestines to contract and milk him dry. Then he started to fuck me again, slowly this time, rolling me onto my side so he could play with my rigid cock. He jerked me off as he fucked me. There was spunk from my earlier involuntary ejaculation sticking to my cock and stomach. He fed this to me between strokes at my cock whilst maintaining a steady pump at my ass.
It didn’t take long before I shot my load again and surprised myself that so much came out. My virility was certainly not to be questioned on that day: and never has been since.
He kissed me gently on the neck and licked at my back; stroked my body tenderly with his hands as the afterglow of this most amazing fuck and climax subsided. His cock remained hard and threatened me again with some gentle shafting: I was too far gone to protest. Then he slowly withdrew his massive member from my ass, leaving it battered and bruised - and gagging for more: such a slut I was at that age.
“That could be your pleasure every night, my prince, if you are brave enough to accept me. My name is Jason, and I would dearly love to become your erastes. No man has ever allowed me to fuck him so hard or has felt so good to my cock. I would save myself only for you. You have my word, sweet prince.”
“Tempting indeed, Jason;” I honestly replied - his big cock and fabulous shagging had given me much to ponder. “But I fear my ass would never be satisfied again with any other cock if it were to accustom itself to such a fucking every night. I will have to refuse you. But perhaps we can meet again. Please leave your calling card with my servant and I shall visit you; assuming you would be happy to have my ass from time to time as a bit on the side.”
“I would never refuse an offer to fuck you, my prince. Thank you... you’re quite a lad.”
“My pleasure... Please, tell me; for I have lost count: are there many more suitors still waiting. It would have been best to have saved you till the end.”
“Only that slut of a twin, Castor; who apparently has been promised another round. Will he be your choice, my prince?”
“He has one final test to pass; but yes, he is my favoured candidate.”
“I shall send him to you. And I shall enjoy cuckolding him on a regular basis.”
“Have you ever fucked him?”
“Of course, he has a most stunning ass; almost the equal of yours, my prince. And he knows how to handle a big cock, unlike his brother, Pollux; who is sadly chaste in that respect - for I consider his ass to be even sweeter than his brother’s. It is the talk of the games every time he appears. He may no longer be a ripe young lad like yourself, my prince; but there are few men that wouldn’t love to fuck him.”
“Chaste? Even as an eromenos? Surely not! If his ass is as delectable as you say, Jason; his erastes must have shagged it.”
“I am assured not. Apparently his erastes was a traditionalist and only fucked him occasionally between the thighs.”
“How odd. And very interesting! I’m pleased now he didn’t turn up. I could have made a horrible mistake.”
“I assume you have decided to take a more active role during your years as an eromenos. Castor is a good choice; as you will shortly find out he is an excellent shagger as well as being a fabulous shag. But hopefully he will not satisfy you fully, my prince. I look forward to meeting you again.”
Jason took his leave and Castor came up a few minutes later and I welcomed him to my bed. He was still the red hot favourite for the job, but a doubt had now been sown up my throbbing ass. I needed to be sure that Castor could fuck me well, and that I wouldn’t end up pining for another man.
“I have been severely fucked over the past few hours, Castor,” I declared, “and as you are aware, the man who was here before you, has a hell of a big cock and shags most brilliantly with it. My ass has been ravaged by eighteen different cocks and pummelled mercilessly by the last. But I will enjoy one final fuck before I have some rest. Take me, and take me well. Prove your worth and make me come. Your predecessor did... twice: so it is quite a challenge I set. But if you succeed then I will consent to be your eromenos. I will consent to you fucking me at least once a day: of that you have my royal word.”
“And I will consent to you fucking me, my lord, as often as you please.”
And with that he tore in about me. My ass was numb and battered after the previous session, but it still felt really good having Castor up there: his cock was the perfect length for a comfortable fuck right on the edge. He took me in a variety of positions, fucking me hard with amazing skill and technique; but he didn’t make me come.
Then the cunning so and so used a bit of lateral thinking and pulled out of me and lay down on his front. His stunning ass was too tempting an invite: I jumped on top of him and rammed my cock all the way in. Nine inches and growing: it grew another half inch there and then, so incredible did Castor’s ass feel to my shaft. I fucked him from behind then I fucked him from the front then I pulled out of him and had him fuck me again. He shot his load within minutes and I almost came myself, but I held back so I could come up his ass. He didn’t bat an eyelid as I forced him out of me and pushed him roughly onto his knees. I shagged him like a dog, banging hard at his ass, watching my cock slide in and out. Each massive thrust started inches outside his bum and ended with a hard slap at his rump.
He screamed at me. “Yes, yes, my lord! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Make me come again, my lord. Make me come as you shoot up my ass!”
Yes, he was a right slut - there was no doubting that; and I consented to his request. I screamed out as my spunk fired into his body and his spunk fired out of his cock at the other side, into my welcoming hand. I drank of his semen, enjoying its taste, and sucked some of my own out from his ass: I was learning these tricks fast. I rolled him onto his back and climbed on top, grinding our still hard cocks together as I kissed my erastes on the mouth and cemented our relationship by feeding him my cum.
“Well done, Castor. You have passed the test. You have made me come even though I have been thoroughly fucked and have come five times already. I am your eromenos and I look forward to our daily lessons... Tell me; does your brother have an eromenos at present?”
“Yes, my lord, as do I, but I will send the lad packing tonight. He is nothing compared to you.”
“A very cosy arrangement: two couples in the same house. Do you share the lads?”
Castor looked very ill at ease at this question, which told me he probably shagged his brother’s eromenos; but he proclaimed that such behaviour was unacceptable. Pollux was known as the most honourable man on the island as well as being the strongest.
“Be assured that Pollux would never dream of touching you, my lord.”
“Good,” I replied, keeping the disappointment from my voice, “I shall see you tomorrow, Castor: and of course, your brother. I am very much looking forward to meeting such an honourable big strong man.”
Chapter 2 - The Heavenly Twins
My name is Odysseus, and I have a story to tell: a tale of adventure spanning many decades. My name is known throughout the Ancient World and will be immortalised by that fiction writer, Homer.
What a joke! Homer Simpson could have made a better job of telling my story than that untalented puppet of the state. But not to worry; I will set the record straight! I will tell you what really went on at Troy and what actually happened on my long journey home. But that must wait; first you should hear about my earlier days when I was a carefree young prince: tarting his ass around Ithaca.
The last two years of my teens were the happiest days of my life. Our part of the Ancient World was at peace and I was a prince with a fabulous ass that men came from afar in the hope of fucking. Most of them were right horny looking big studs and I had no problem satisfying them all.
I had a few regular shags on Ithaca as well: the main one being Castor, my erastes.
He had not been my favoured candidate, however, for this role of formalised fuck mate. I had initially decided on Pollux; his brother: but Pollux didn’t turn up to the auditions I held on my birthday, and when I was informed that he didn’t take it up the ass - I ruled him out. His slut of a brother then became the logical choice; but a spanner was thrown into the works right at the last moment; when another stud, Jason, fucked me with exquisite technique and a cock that measured well over a foot. I was indeed sorely (forgive the pun!) tempted to make a last minute change of heart and go for Jason instead of Castor. That man had one hell of a cock and could fuck me like no one else that day. But Castor had two things going in his favour beyond his very nice dick that he also fucked with extremely well. He had one of the best arses on the island and loved to have it shagged; and he shared a house with his honourable brother: the very delectable Pollux!
Beautiful Pollux: twin of Castor, but not identical; thank goodness. He was bigger and brawnier and fairer of skin; the most honourable and strongest man on the island: with an ass that apparently everyone wanted to fuck but no man ever had.
I was determined to win Pollux over and have him shag me regularly over the coming years to supplement his brother’s efforts. I was sure I would achieve this: how could he refuse such a treat as my bum? No man could resist such a thing! But I wanted more than to have him fuck me: I was now a prince with a mission - I wanted to fuck him as well.
My name is Odysseus - remember it well; for if there was one thing that the fraudster, Homer, got right: it was that I was the most cunning of men!
My first move was to get rid of Pollux’s little tart of an eromenos, who was flaunting himself around the house when I arrived the day after my birthday. I took him aside and greeted him as a brother, whilst whispering in his ear that castration loomed, by royal decree, if he didn’t make tracks immediately.
Well, that sent him merrily on his way! A few other words around the market place, and the gymnasium, made it clear that any lad who thought to pleasure himself with Pollux’s cock would end up castrated as well. I would feed their balls to my dogs; and come the day of my ascension to the throne; impale them on barbed spikes so they bled to death through the orifice that dared to defy my will. That would ward off any little horny slut, who thought to take advantage of poor Pollux’s deprivation; and leave this notorious stud absolutely gagging for a fuck. A few weeks would probably have been enough: but I took no risks and made the poor man suffer for over two months.
I moved into the villa the day after coming of age; popping home to the palace for the occasional meal with mum and dad just to ensure that their love was still unconditional; and that that scheming little brother of mine, Hermes, wasn’t chancing his luck by worming his way in to their affection. An untimely accident would be coming his way if he thought to usurp my claim to the throne.
My name is Odysseus and let it strike fear - I can be a ruthless bastard when I choose; and a bit of fratricide would bother me not. My brother had best take care!
I did so enjoy my early days at Castor and Pollux’s house. I wandered around in the nude, flashing my delectable body and making poor Pollux drool with lust as he gazed upon my lush form; then rush off to his room, no doubt to seek solace with a wank.
I made sure Castor shagged me every night and screamed out as he did so; knowing fine well that Pollux couldn’t fail to overhear. He would be tearing his hair out in frustration each night because he was going without and his brother was having such fun.
Of course I fucked Castor as well: practically every day I was up his ass and cared not if we might be disturbed in a compromising position. I rarely fucked him in our bed. I preferred to shag him elsewhere so we might be stumbled upon whilst my cock was up his bum.
Poor Pollux, he found us on endless occasions with me ramming into the beautiful butt of his brother. I would stare him in the eye and smirk; knowing full well he knew the pleasure I was having: his brother’s ass being very familiar territory to him.
That was my final deprivation and perhaps the most telling of all. It was common knowledge in the gutter that Pollux fucked his brother and would do so at the expense of his eromenos should he have one. I made it clear to Castor that whilst I could forgive the odd indiscretion with some slip of a lad that might take his fancy for a quick tumble; I would not be so forgiving if anyone other than me were to take him up the ass. I also concocted some nonsense about my father’s views on incest; telling Castor that I would have shagged my little brother had it not been for the certainty of being stoned to death. If my father could do such a thing to his first born son; then no man in the realm was safe from his wrath should word reach him concerning a similar sin.
Oh, I was dreadful! I drove poor Pollux to the very ends of his not too considerable wits. Castor was beside himself as well. He was having the most amazing sex of his life: fucking and getting fucked - but he loved his brother and saw his anguish: and missed his fabulous cock. Two months I played this game. But remember who I am...
My name is Odysseus: the most cunning of all the Ancient Greeks. Homer didn’t get that part wrong: I was the most manipulative bastard it would be your misfortune to meet! No man would cross me without grief.
Pollux I teased, and played a waiting game, whilst I amused myself with Castor. He was such an amazing man! We fucked every night and several times during the day. He was the man I had chosen and had given my word to; that he could fuck me each night: and by Zeus I had no regrets. I loved having Castor shag me: he did it so well. And I loved fucking his beautiful bum: such a slut that man was when it came to my cock: he could never get enough of it.
For two months Castor trained me: taught me the joys of manly sex. He showed me most of the things two men can do together and allowed me to find out what was likely to please me the most. For two months, we drove Pollux mad with jealousy before at last I relented and allowed him to join in. Allowed two to become three and took the heavenly twins for my erastes.
“Such a shame,” I said to Castor as I shafted him one morning, “that you cannot fuck me whilst my cock is up your ass. It would be very interesting to experience fucking and getting fucked at the same time.”
“I am told it is a heavenly experience. But society frowns upon such wanton behaviour. I may fuck you because you are my eromenos; and you fuck me because I am a slut: but few men are so liberal minded as we are, and would agree to join in on our fun.”
“Yes, it is a sad comment on our society that no one could be trusted enough. I should dearly love it, though: a cock up my ass whilst I fuck you. Is there no one we could trust?”
“There is one man, but the law forbids it...”
“I am the law: or will be one day. Who is this man?”
“Pollux.”
“Oh, yes,” I innocently replied. “I recall you mentioning that you like to share. But you said he would never dream of touching me, so honourable a man that he is. Do you think he would consent?”
“He is desperate for a good shag now that his eromenos has left. He has asked several other boys to take his place but none will agree. I do not understand it. My brother Pollux is very attractive and an excellent fuck... or so I have heard,” he stuttered, blushing at this last confession.
“Two months without a shag! He must be desperate indeed. Perhaps then we should show kindness and let him fuck me... and you as well perhaps! Would you entertain such a thing, Castor? Would you let your brother put his cock up your bum? I think I might find that very interesting to watch.”
“As a kindness to my brother; and for my eromenos’s education: I think I would put out and part my cheeks. Shall I invite him now to join us?” he gushed. Such a slut he was: clearly my cock wasn’t enough for him.
“No time like the present: see what he thinks,” I replied.
Soon we would find out just how honourable Pollux could be and how strong was his will to resist me.
My name is Odysseus: the most handsome of men; with an ass most men would die for. Now I would find out the price a man would pay for the pleasure of getting his cock up it.
Five minutes later Castor came back into our room. Pollux followed him looking a little sheepish as he stood behind his brother at the door. Pollux wore a tunic: Castor, the old tart, was naked; as of course was I. Pollux’s eyes gazed at my lithe young body and the rock hard cock I held in my hand: then his look shifted to his brother’s ass as Castor walked over to our bed and lay beside me.
“Pollux had agreed to joins us: but no word should reach your father. He would have us stoned to death if he knew of our incest.”
“I think it’s safe to say; dad will hear nothing of what goes on today. Pollux... welcome to our bed.”
Oh, the big stud looked so horny: his face broke into an incredible smile - a cocky smile that suggested filthy, not honourable thoughts and made my body tingle in anticipation. His cock was lobbing up and down under his tunic and it looked very big indeed.
“Come, Pollux. Remove your tunic and let me gaze upon your body. Let me suck on your cock then let me take it up my ass as I fuck your brother. Give me a good shagging and shoot your load up my bum: then we can spend the rest of the day experimenting. There is much I need to learn: a future king must know of every depravity that can occur within his realm.”
Pollux walked over to our bed of furs. He stood in front of me and pulled his tunic over his head and allowed me to feast my eyes on his magnificent frame. He was bigger than his brother in every way: not as defined - technically Castor had the better body; perfect in a stylised way. Pollux was brawnier; naturally chunkier and a little bit dangerous looking. I needed to be careful with my games: this was a man who would easily kill; and a prince would be no exception if he evoked Pollux’s wrath.
His cock was simply stunning: an inch longer than his brother’s, set below fairer pubes. I was gagging to have it in me: to have it fuck my throat then my ass. But there was one other thing I wished to see; and one other thing I wished to do, so as to set the tone for our union. I was sure Pollux would consent: he was so desperate for a shag.
“Very pleasing indeed, Pollux: I shall enjoy having you fuck me. But first; before you ram your cock up my ass; please turn round so I may see you from behind.”
Pollux complied. He turned round to show me his ass; wanking himself as he looked over his shoulder at my beautiful body.
I crawled over to inspect him at close quarters. It was stunning, absolutely stunning: I could scarcely believe my eyes: two plump white mounds, perfectly rounded and smooth; squashed gloriously together at the bottom creating an invitingly deep crack which separated slightly at the top into a wide valley before disappearing into his muscular back.
I reached out and caressed the buttocks with both hands. He flinched at the contact but did not object. They were fleshy, but firm to the touch as I stroked them; gently running my hands up and down, circling them with my palms before grasping them and kneading them both. My thumbs worked their way unhurriedly to the centre and one after the other sank into the crack. Deeper and deeper I pressed my thumbs in, running them up and down the crevice as I grappled with the meaty buns. Then pressing my flat hands hard on the buttocks and hooking each one at the centre with my thumbs; I pulled them apart to at last reveal the puckered hole and its glistening pink anal flesh which radiated outwards half an inch all around.
It was too tempting to resist, I had to have a lick: I leaned forwards and took my first taste of this amazing man’s ass: a slow lingering lap along the widened crack then a concentrated rimming of the outer hole.
“Please, my lord, no,” begged Pollux, but he didn’t force me away. He remained where he was, looking behind him as I lapped at his glorious butt.
I gave it a few more gentle licks then I forced my tongue all the way in, making Pollux gasp at the intrusion: gasp in shock and utter delight. I knew then that this ass would be mine.
Behind me, Castor mimicked my actions and lapped at my ass as I buried my face in between Pollux’s fleshy cheeks, breathing in the glory of his anal virginity. I loved the taste and texture of a man’s ass and the feel of plump buttock’s in my hands as I licked it; and this was as fine a specimen as I’d ever encountered; in my short but busy two month career as an ass licker.