Athenian Boys - 460 BC by Bill
It was early summer; the warmest day yet. Jason wished the wrestling-master would stop his tedious droning so that he and the other boys could escape to the cool waters of the bathing pool.
A drop of sweat rolled off Jason's chin, landing on the back of his friend Niklo. Jason's eyes wandered about the wrestling arena. Eleven other pairs of boys were crouching in ready-position, just like him and Niklo, at the center of Athenian Academy's gymnasium. All were naked, their young bodies marred only by abrasions and bruises earned in rough impacts on the hard-packed ground.
Jason thought it somewhat odd that the Academy viewed the sport with such reverence. But he was determined to mold himself to the Athenian ideal, so he refocused his mind on the elderly teacher's lesson.
"... must use your opponent's momentum to defeat him. Push him to make him push back. Push him again, and when he reacts, then you strike. When your opponent is on top, lean into him aggressively. When you feel him falling into your trap, grab his wrist and roll in the direction he pushes. It is like our strategy on the battlefield of Marathon 30 years ago, when our army faked a push to the center while at the flanks..."
"Oh no! Is he going to tell that same war story again?" whispered Niklo.
Jason quietly groaned in agreement. "Gods! We'll NEVER get to the bathing pool at this rate!"
On his knees at Niklo's side, Jason relaxed his taut body, sitting back on his haunches. He released his left hand from Niklo's elbow, and his right arm -- which had been wrapped around the 14-year-old's slender waist -- came to rest on the boy's lower back.
As he looked around the gymnasium, Jason noticed other boys whispering and shifting about. They all realized it would likely be several long minutes before the wrestling-master would direct them to execute a maneuver. What caught Jason's eye, diverting his attention totally from the teacher's words, was the pair of students 7 feet to his left. The boy on top had slid his right hand down to his partner's crotch and was shamelessly stroking the adolescent erection. The recipient of the clandestine masturbation murmured sounds of pleasure, barely loud enough for Jason to hear. As he continued to stare at the lascivious conduct, Jason saw that the boy on the bottom was subtly rubbing his ass against the other's crotch. The old wrestling-master, half-deaf with age and one-eyed from a wound received in the Persian Wars, was oblivious to the activity.
Sexuality among these 13- to 16-year-old boys was certainly a common enough activity at the Academy. In a half-hour they would all be engaged in erotic play -- especially in and around the bathing pool. But it was disrespectful to be doing it during class. Disrespectful or not, a little shudder ran through Jason's body as sexual thoughts filled his brain -- as they did at least two dozen times a day. He gave up trying to listen to the wrestling-master as he felt his penis becoming erect, and he pressed it against Niklo's hip.
'Oh, gods,' he though to himself. 'Here is the most beautiful boy in Athens, on his hands and knees beneath me, as if waiting for me to mount him. If only I could!'
Jason's right hand slipped from the small of Niklo's back to gently caress his smooth ass cheek. The handsome boy looked back over his shoulder and winked at Jason, making the 15-year-old's sexual desire rise to yet a higher level.
"Oh, my dearest friend Niklo" he whispered in a voice that was half-comical, half-serious. "You've GOT to let me fuck your beautiful ass today after practice. Just this once? I am burning with desire for you!"
"Jason, you dim provincial bumpkin!" hissed the 14-year-old, in a tone that betrayed a friendly sarcasm. "How many times must I repeat that only my mentor receives that particular prize these days. Surely you can satisfy your lust with one of the little 13- year-old sluts."
"But Niklo, I don't want a little boy.... I want YOU! I'll do anything you ask of me. You know how much I love you!"
Niklo looked back over his shoulder again and smiled. "Ah, my friend; if only you had been here a year ago, when I was one of those sluts. I'd whore for any handsome older boy who tossed me a compliment." After a long pause, Niklo added gently "But you are a dear friend, Jason. Let us discuss the matter further when we get to the pool."
"Thanks, my friend, for giving me at least a bit of hope that I might show my love for you" said Jason as he shifted his right hand down to give Niklo's cock a few sensuous strokes. He found it wonderfully stiff, with a drop of slippery fluid forming where the head peeked out from the foreskin.
Jason let his mind wander back in time, still tuning out the wrestling-master, and wishing he HAD been at the Academy a year ago to partake freely of Niklo's favors. Instead, he had been slowly dying of boredom on his family's isolated country estate on the Aegean island of Delos. Until a few months ago, his education had been in the hands of an old live-in tutor who bore a passing resemblance to the wrestling-master. There being no other boys of his social rank in the area, the dawning of his sexuality was explored in seemingly constant solo masturbation instead of in the company of equally-horny school friends. His tutor had told him all about the marvelous Athenian Academy, and Jason had pestered his father relentlessly to send him there.
Only a handful of times during his life on Delos had Jason tasted the excitement of the Greek culture's notoriously libertine sexuality. It began when he turned 13 and was finally permitted to journey with his father to the occasional banquets in town or at another aristocratic estate on the island. Being a comely youth, he inevitably attracted adult suitors at these all-night events. On the first such occasion, their attentions and flattery could not quite overcome his inhibitions, though their lascivious fondling of his cock caused him to excitedly shoot his seed three times during the long evening. But a month later, at his second banquet, he succumbed to his carnal urges (and the liberating effects of several goblets of wine) and allowed a sturdy young officer of the Delian militia to take his virginity. Thereafter, Jason eagerly looked forward to these too-infrequent social events, where he knew he would be the object of attention from a variety of handsome men. He was amused by their courtly games of seduction, but found it irresistibly intoxicating to play along. And the game always led him to bestow his favors on the most desirable suitor at the party -- sometimes more than one -- either retiring to the garden to make love in semi-privacy or else drunkenly casting discretion aside and getting fucked in full view of the boisterous crowd of men, boys, and female prostitutes.
When Jason was nearly 15, his father finally gave in to the boy's pleadings and sent him off to complete his education at the Academy. Arrangements were made for him to live in the household of Timarcus, a wealthy Athenian citizen, naval officer, and civic leader with whom Jason's father had served in the wars, some years before the boy's birth. As Jason sailed across the calm Aegean Sea for his first visit to the great city-state of Athens, he daydreamed about how it would be to finally have a real mentor, just as so many well-born city boys had. The stories he heard of the Athenian tradition of love between a boy and his mentor had sounded so romantic... the strong and handsome citizen-soldier forming an intense bond of physical and spiritual love with the young teenager, teaching him to be a man in every sense. What boy wouldn't have longed for such a relationship?
But while Timarcus had admirably fulfilled many aspects of the mentor's traditional role, the part that had most filled Jason's fantasies -- the romantic and sexual connection -- just never developed. Oh, the man had been a gracious and generous host during the four months Jason had spent in the household. The two of them had held long discussions in Timarcus's living quarters, where he and Jason discussed the finer points of politics, the art of war, philosophy, and many other subjects of importance to the boy's future. But on the relatively few times Timarcus had taken Jason into his bed, it was almost as if the man considered the love-making as a tedious duty.
It had been clear from the day of Jason's arrival at the villa that the man was totally smitten by the sexual charms of his twin slave boys. There was sometimes a twinge of jealousy when Jason watched Timarcus retire for the night in the company of his identical little 12-year-old beauties. He observed wryly to Niklo one day that his relationship with his mentor was similar to that accorded the man's unobtrusive wife -- always courteous, but infrequently sexual and never passionate. Unlike the wife, however, Jason was free to relieve his sexual frustration in the arms of his fellow students at the Academy.
Jason couldn't really blame his master for the preference. The slave boys -- Dov and Danni -- were incredibly beautiful and had been superbly trained in every aspect of personal service. And they were so exotic, with their Semitic features and their strange foreign names and their accented speech. Jason had learned -- in talking to the boys themselves and from other members of the household -- that they had been born in the land south of Phoenicia -- of a tribe called the Hebrews -- and were brought to Athens when they were but 8 years old. Even at that young age they had been well-trained in decorum and service, already speaking an adequate degree of the Greek tongue. The slave merchant who had acquired them knew the value of his product to the right buyer, and had wisely kept the twins together as a set, to be discretely offered in private showings to selected wealthy Athenians, rather than being auctioned in the city market. Their only flaw (but one that Jason found intriguing and strangely erotic) was that the flesh at the end of each boy's penis had been cut off in some barbarian religious ritual when they were infants. Timarcus always preferred the slave boys to be completely nude whenever they waited upon him in the living area of the villa, and Jason invariably found his eyes drawn to the unusual sight of a prepubescent cockhead being blatantly displayed at all times, without being touched and regardless of whether the penis was soft or erect.
Jason's daydreaming ended abruptly when at last the wrestling- master completed his war story and directed the boys to execute a rolling maneuver several times. The practice concluded, as always, with each pair of youths wrestling at full-strength for several minutes, a few pairs at a time, under the teacher's critical eye. Although Jason was bigger and stronger than Niklo and could almost always defeat him, on this afternoon Jason let up just slightly, allowing his friend to pin his shoulders to the ground for a hard-fought victory in the scrimmage. Niklo beamed with pride, especially when the wrestling master praised his technique. And Jason was pleased to note, when Niklo jumped to his feet after the pin, that his friend's penis was pumped up to its full 5-inches of rigid erection.
With wrestling practice over, the 24 boys went straight away to the bathing pool, not bothering to put on the linen tunics they had removed at the beginning or their wrestling lessons. As they walked, the typical maneuvers for sexual pairing were well under way. As usual, the younger boys were being pursued by the oldest lads. Up ahead of Jason, three 16-year-olds were practically elbowing each other out of the way to walk next to 13-year-old Icarus, whose physical beauty was a miracle from the gods. Like all of the youngest boys in the group, the lad's body was devoid of hair. And among his same-age peers, his penis and ball sack showed the fewest signs of approaching sexual maturity. Whatever frustrations he may have felt about the slow development of his genitals, there is no doubt that it enhanced his desirability to the more mature students. Like Jason's adult suitors at those Delian banquets, the older boys were falling all over themselves to win Icarus' favor, hoping to be the one who would be kissing his full red lips and fucking his flawless tight ass that afternoon beside the pool, in full view of the others. Almost like a mating ritual of animals in the wild, the older boys made their cocks stiff for Icarus to admire, and they gave themselves a few discrete jack-off strokes whenever their tumescence began to subside.
Boys and men proudly showing off their erections was by no means an indiscretion in this environment, and it was never an object of teasing or shame, as it might be in other cultures. The erect penis was universally admired by Greeks -- a symbol of the primacy of male sexuality in the natural order. Indeed, right next to the Academy's bathing pool was a carved stone "herm". This representation of the god Hermes consisted of a life-size head and -- at an anatomically-correct distance below it -- a large but realistic phallus and balls springing from smooth stone. No other body parts... just head and genitals. Whether intended to inspire the boys' activities, or merely as a monument to the glory of male sex, the stone lecher mutely presided over a daily orgy of boys engaging in a broad array of sexual activities.
On many days, Jason would be in competition with the other 15- and 16-year-olds in the fevered pursuit of the youngest, cutest boys. He had fucked nearly all of these 13-year-olds -- including Icarus -- and a good many of the 14-year-olds as well. But now Jason put his arm around Niklo's shoulder as they walked, and the other boy returned the gesture. As they glanced in each other's eyes, they both knew -- without speaking -- that they would be partners in that afternoon's pleasures. Seduction of a pretty 13-year-old might be exciting, but sharing pleasure with a beloved comrade seemed more comforting.
Jason's burning love for Niklo was constrained by another factor, apart from the younger boy's self-imposed limits. That was the set of unofficial rules, enforced by peer pressure, that governed sex among boys... and between boys and men. There was one clear standard from which the other rules sprang: a fully grown man must reject any sexual role that might be considered submissive. At the opposite end of the spectrum, the cultural mores proclaimed that a tender youth -- one without hair above his penis or a changed voice -- was completely unfettered his sexuality. He could give himself -- as often as he wished and in any way that pleased him -- to boys of any age... and, with reasonable discretion, to men as well. Submission to anal penetration and the giving of oral pleasure was his expected role, unless he was with a same-age or younger boy.
The appearance of pubic hair, however, signaled the need to be more circumspect about who he allowed to penetrate his ass, and for whom he would get on his knees to suck. He might give himself to an older boy of appropriate social rank, or to an adult mentor who assumed certain responsibilities. But getting fucked by a peer was now something to be done privately, and with an equal exchange of dominant and submissive roles. Being fucked by a younger boy would be seen as a mark of embarrassing immaturity. A youth of full sexual maturity would generally allow himself to be fucked only by a single adult mentor. And once whiskers began to grow on his face -- the final defining element of manhood -- it would be shamefully effeminate for a free man to be sexually subservient under any circumstances. Nevertheless, there were more than a few such men in Athens, whose desire to be penetrated by a boy's or man's cock overcame their sense of social decorum. (And of course a slave would submit sexually any time his owner desired it.)
Jason's body was maturing rapidly. He had a thickening growth of pubic hair and a few dark strands sprouting from his armpits, and his voice had recently lowered in tone to a pleasing tenor. But he was ambivalent about his advancing maturity. Although pleased at how attractive it made him to the younger boys, he was saddened by the thought of giving up the experience of a boy's oiled cock gliding sensuously inside his ass. The closer to manhood he got, the more he risked the snickers of his peers at the Academy for pursuing the pleasure of being fucked -- even in the privacy of the olive grove -- by a fellow student at the Academy.
Niklo had less physical development but was only a few months younger -- close enough, thought Jason, to be considered a same- age peer. But Niklo was stingy in his sex play. He was totally devoted to his illustrious mentor, Pericles -- a handsome young aristocrat who had just recently attained substantial power in the Athenian democracy. Out of respect for his mentor, Niklo spurned the sexual advances of other boys and men. Friendly kisses and playful mutual masturbation were not in the same category as sucking and fucking, however, and Jason was grateful that his friend was free with these intimacies.
The two would talk for hours about innumerable subjects, sitting naked in the warm Mediterranean breeze, under a tree or by the bathing pool or in a courtyard of the Academy. And they interspersed their serious discussions with playful tussling and physical closeness. Sometimes the friendly kisses turned into a bout of sloppy tongue wrestling that climaxed in urgent mutual stroking -- an activity that carried no stigma of sexual submission. Each time, this intimacy filled Jason with hope that his romantic devotion to Niklo might be returned, but the younger boy always refused to take the lovemaking to a higher plane. Jason very nearly offered himself sexually to Niklo without reciprocation, but decided that would be unseemly for a boy of his maturity and that he would lose the respect of his younger friend. But as the two walked down the path together, Jason thought to himself that perhaps this time they might truly make love.
With the bathing pool in sight Jason and Niklo dropped the tunics they had been carrying, ran the last 15 paces, and jumped into the cool spring-fed water. All around them, naked boys were splashing and rough-housing and diving under the surface. The dust of the wrestling arena was washed away and tired bodies were refreshed. Play quickly changed to lust, however, as many of the boys -- Jason and Niklo included -- embraced and kissed and rubbed hardening cocks together. Pairs of boys snuck off to the privacy of the nearby olive grove. Others had no inhibitions about their acts being in full view of the others.
No adults were present for this festivity. Young and middle-aged men were banned from the grounds of the Academy, and the elderly teachers generally avoided outright voyeurism. In this haven for boy-sex, nearly every one of the students quickly partnered for sex.
"So Jason," said Niklo with a sly grin as he ran his hand across his friend's hairless chest and underwater down to his now-stiff cock; "you said you will do anything if I give myself to you?"
"Oh, Niklo... I would be your slave!" replied Jason with romantic hyperbole.
There was a twinkle in Niklo's eye. An erotic nerve had been struck. "My slave, eh? Perhaps I should take you up on that!" Niklo was still pumped with confidence from his victory over Jason in the wrestling scrimmage, and he had decided to prolong the heady feeling of dominance and probe the limits of his older friend's tolerance.
The younger boy hopped up to sit at the side of the pool, with his legs dangling in the water, his feet gliding along Jason's body. "Here is my offer. You may have your way with me today in the olive grove," he said in a quiet voice that only Jason could hear; "but first you must indulge me with some play-acting here by the pool." He spread his legs wide and continued, "you will act as my obedient slaveboy and serve at my every command... beginning by using your mouth to please me." Niklo's stiff penis throbbed with arousal and his fingers sensuously drew the foreskin down to fully uncover his beautiful dark cockhead.
Jason blushed and his heart beat faster as he gazed at the young adolescent erection that he so desperately wanted to suck. A shiver ran through his body. Although he had not expected to be taken literally with his remark about being Niklo's slave, the thought was now irresistibly erotic. Had he not fantasized being a slaveboy during some of his countless solo masturbation sessions? Did he not sometimes imagine being one of the pretty twins who spent so many nights in his mentor's bed?
Even though his intense lust urged him on, however, he knew that playing this game in such a public setting would guarantee ridicule. But, oddly, even this embarrassment was generating a strange erotic power. His own penis pulsed with lust as he contemplated the prospect of being sexually submissive to a younger and less mature boy in the midst of his classmates.
He looked up at Niklo and grinned. "Your humble slaveboy will do as his master commands," he said impulsively, his voice just barely above a whisper.
Niklo was relieved that his audacious suggestion had not met with an angry rebuff. He stood up and called out in an authoritative voice "Alright slave; get on your knees and suck my cock... and make it good, boy, or I'll spank your butt." That caused surprised heads to turn toward them, as Jason pulled himself out of the water and then knelt at Niklo's feet. He felt intense excitement as he brought his mouth down to suck on the slender 5- inch cock, and his hands slid along the sides of Niklo's smooth strong thighs and round ass cheeks. When his lips encircled the foreskin-covered head, he hungrily licked it, tasting the pre-cum that formed at the slit. Jason's lips and tongue pushed the foreskin down, and he lavished attention on the exposed cockhead and angular ridge of hyper-sensitive flesh. Niklo groaned with pleasure and pulled Jason's head down, driving his cock deeper into his friend's willing mouth. As the slippery head pressed against the back of his mouth, Jason was determined to take it all -- remembering the technique of the hired female prostitutes at the all-night banquets on Delos. He willed his throat to open and accept the slender lance. As if by magic, the stiff rod of flesh was engulfed by Jason's throat, and the boy's lips pressed firmly against the sparse pubic hair at its base. He brought his wet lips back up the warm stalk and then plunged down again, this time opening his throat with seeming ease. Jason quickly fell into a rhythm of urgent deep-throat sucking, anxious to show his total devotion to Niklo's pleasure. Though he had often taken boys' cocks into his mouth before -- sometimes even swallowing their seed -- he had never done it like this... this deeply or this aggressively.
Through the haze of his lust-charged brain, Jason now heard the comments of the on-looking boys, mixing with the groans of pleasure from Niklo.
"Our Delian classmate is quite the submissive cocksucker!"
"He takes it like a slave!"
"No. Like a whore!"
"Or an old faggot!"
"I'm next-in-line for his mouth!"
"Then me!"
The mocking laughter generated by these comments did not deter Jason's oral efforts. In fact, they filled his brain with a mysterious and intoxicating emotion that combined joyous exhilaration with humiliation... unbridled lust with chest- tightening apprehension.
Suddenly, Niklo's hands forced his head away, and the glistening erection slid from Jason's sucking lips with an audible pop, springing back to slap Niklo's belly.
"By the Gods, Jason! When you pay up on a wager, you deliver the full share!" Jason was confused for a moment, kneeling on the ground by the pool, panting for breath. Niklo went on, in a tone of good-natured kidding, talking as much to the onlookers than to Jason: "You would likely defeat me on the wrestling grounds 9 bouts out of 10, but when you make such a wager as that, you tempt the gods to teach you a lesson in humility.... So now I will assist the gods in their lesson, my young slaveboy. To complete my reward for pinning you in the wrestling ring, I claim your ass as mine. Get in position to be fucked, boy!"
Jason's eyes twinkled as he looked up at Niklo. Then he looked around at the grinning faces of the onlookers. Niklo had rescued Jason's reputation by putting his willing sexual submission in the context of a lost wager -- boyhood fun rather than breach of a social taboo. Wagering for sexual prizes was actually quite common -- some were paid off in private, but others played out for the sport of the entire class of Academy boys.
Jason stood up and walked a few paces over to a simple wooden bench, leaning down to rest his hands on the seat. He spread his legs and bent his knees a bit, ready for what was coming. Niklo poured some oil from a ceramic bottle onto his hand, coating his cock with it and wiping his slippery fingers in the crack of Jason's upraised ass. Jason looked back over his shoulder and smiled at the handsome 14-year-old standing right behind him.
Suddenly, there was a loud SLAP, accompanied by a sharp pain on Jason's right butt cheek where he had been spanked at full strength by Niklo's open palm.
"Head down, slave, while I take what's mine," said the younger boy with mock-arrogance. Jason's face burned with humiliation as all the others laughed, and he placed his forearms on the bench, clasped his hands together, and rested his forehead on them. His body and mind were buzzing with sexual energy and his heart thumped in his chest as he raised up his ass and waited for his friend to dominate him... while 14 boys of various ages stood in a circle to watch. Teasingly, Niklo rubbed the tip of his oiled erection firmly against the puckered anal hole several times, and each time Jason flexed the circle of muscle in excited anticipation.
"Tell everyone how willing my little slaveboy is... and make it convincing lest you be in default on our wager."
Actually, Jason's mind was already alive with thoughts of desire and submission, and his previous masturbation fantasies fed his imagination. But could he actually say out loud the words that were in his brain?
SLAP!
"Ugh!"
"Speak up, boy, unless you really want me to warm up your butt."
SLAP!
"Ugh!... Oh, master," he said in words that had trouble escaping his throat, which was tight with humiliation and sexual tension; "my body is yours to use in any way that pleases you.... I beg you to thrust your thick cock in my slaveboy cunt."
"That's better," said Niklo as he positioned his rigid cock.
As Niklo's hips thrust forward, Jason again flexed open his anus and pushed his ass back. He felt the usual jolt of discomfort at the initial intrusion of the adolescent cockhead into the tight ring of muscle. But it was immediately transformed into familiar warm pleasure as the shaft slid into his rectum. Both boys moaned at the same moment. Niklo kept pushing his cock forward even after he had achieved full penetration, and Jason kept pushing back... both striving to drive the adolescent boner just a little bit deeper into Jason's ass. Finally, Niklo pulled back and began a slow, steady cadence of fuck-strokes, forcefully in and more slowly out, holding firmly to the knobs of Jason's hip bones.
Jason concentrated on the indescribable sensation of a hot slippery erection sliding rhythmically past his tight anus and filling his insides. His brain silently voiced the words of love and submission that he could not bring himself to speak out loud for everyone to hear. 'My beautiful lover... Take me... Yes! So good... Oh gods, how I love you!... Fill my body with your cock... Fill me with your seed...... Fuck me forever!... Yes... harder... more... OH, YES!'
Some of the watchers were still making wise-cracks as Jason silently accepted Niklo's rutting thrusts, but others were clearly aroused by the display. Among the audience, pairs of boys were stroking each other's erections as they gazed at the two mid-teens putting on so blatant a sex show. Little Icarus stood next to a mature 16-year-old named Mikos -- the strongest and best-endowed in the Academy class. The younger lad had his hand wrapped around his older partner's man-size cock as they both watched Jason being fucked.
"Niklo, my friend!" called out Mikos. "Let me fuck your slaveboy's mouth while you plow his ass!"
"I have a better idea," gasped Niklo, as he humped Jason's backside in a steady rhythm. "My slaveboy will give suck to young Icarus. I'll venture he's never had his cock properly attended to by an older boy."
"Yes!" giggled the prepubescent youngster in a high chirping voice. "You are right, Niklo. I have sucked just about every cock in the Academy in the two months I've been here, but none of you has yet deigned to pleasure me... except to diddle my penis with your fingers as you stretch my ass with those oversized clubs between your legs."
That got another round of laughter from the assembled boys. To be sure, the youngest and least mature of the Academy boys might have trouble getting his cock sucked... at least until a boy even younger and less mature came along. So it should have been especially humiliating for Jason to have Icarus slide onto the bench in front of his face, the youngster's plump thumb-size erection and round little ball sack waiting to receive oral attention.
But in Jason's mind, the mounting humiliation continued to be transformed in a strange way into lust. And besides, his sexual fantasies had often been filled with images of young boys' stiff cocks -- especially after being around his mentor's twin boyslaves -- and he had entertained masturbatory thoughts of how a boyish boner would feel on his tongue. Icarus sat with his legs spread, his crotch right in Jason's face. The head of his penis was completely hidden beneath the taut foreskin, but Jason skinned it down with his fingertips to reveal a cute cockhead, glowing dark red with arousal. With his senses already stimulated by the exquisite ass-fucking that he was receiving, Jason took the 3-inch morsel between his lips and tongued the sensitive flesh. Icarus squealed with delight as Jason began to move his hot wet mouth up and down, swirling his tongue over every surface, including the round ball sack. Niklo picked up the pace of his fuck-strokes, and Jason sucked and tongued faster and harder at the stiff immature penis in his mouth.
Grunts from Niklo mixed with high-pitched giggles and sighs from young Icarus, all but drowning out Jason's own muffled moans of pleasure. And as Niklo picked up speed, he leaned down and wrapped his strong arms around his older friend's torso -- left hand caressing Jason's chest, and right hand grasping Jason's rigid erection. As his oiled cock plunged into Jason's hole with increasing urgency, Niklo pumped the 6-inch boner in his hand with fast firm strokes, guaranteed to produce a quick result.
Sure enough, it was Jason who shot his cum first... blasting his seed onto the dusty ground beneath him while Niklo rode the resulting wave of anal contractions to his own incredibly powerful orgasm. Jason's mouth stayed clamped to the tiny cock he was servicing, and Icarus began trembling with pleasure from the dry cum that wracked his small body, his little penis spasming in Jason's mouth.
As the three boys disengaged, there were friendly smiles on the faces of all the gathered onlookers and admiring comments... directed mostly to Niklo and Icarus, but also to Jason. To have shown good sportsmanship in fulfilling a lost wager -- enduring humiliation with stoicism -- was a sign of admirable character. And of course Jason was not ABOUT to tell them that there had been no wager at all!
Jason and Niklo jumped back into the bathing pool, washing off the accumulation of sweat, dust, and sex. They held each other and kissed, talking in low voices as the attention of the other boys turned to their partners... and to the prospect of watching another sex show.
"Thanks for that story about the wager," whispered Jason. "I would not have been able to face the shame if you had not. I was quite reckless in my lust. Were it not for your little fib...."
"Think nothing of it. It was I who was reckless, risking our friendship by asking for such as that.... But now it is I who will be your slaveboy, up in the olive grove."
The two kissed, long and lovingly, one last time. As they climbed out of the pool, grabbing up their tunics, they looked over at the next public showcase of adolescent lust. Beside the priapic statute of Hermes, the sturdy Mikos was fucking Icarus in a standing position. Icarus had his legs wrapped around the older boy's waist and hands locked behind his neck. Mikos's big hands supported the youngster's ass cheeks, guiding the boy's body and spreading him open for the 7-inch cock that impaled him. Icarus was truly enjoying the assault, however. As the thick oiled erection was sliding in and out of his tender ass, Icarus had his head tilted back, eyed closed. As he energetically raised and lowered his body in an exquisitely sensuous motion, the youngster cooed and squealed with happy pleasure-noises. Jason and Niklo lingered a few moments to watch, entranced by this perfect example of Greek eroticism -- the image of youthful boy-beauty in willing service to mature masculine lust.
Still dripping and totally nude, Jason and Niklo began walking the several hundred feet up a hillside path to reach a grove thickly planted with olive trees. Waist-high grasses grew between the trees, making a soft and semi-private nest for couples lying down to make love. And couples there were. The protocol demanded that those entering the grove at this time of the afternoon look and listen carefully so as not to intrude on the amorous activities of others. Although the privacy was mostly an illusion, it succeeded in allowing older boys (or bashful younger ones) to engage in sexual acts that would have embarrassed them if done in public.
Finding a comfortable spot, Jason and Niklo spread their linen tunics out as protection from the tickley long grass. As they lay down together, Niklo said with a smile "What does my master wish of his obedient slaveboy? I will do as you command."
Jason kissed his friend and replied "I wish that you were as helplessly in love with me as I am with you.... So I command you to lay with me and play-act that we are the only people in the world, and that nothing else matters but our love for each other." He tried to sound facetious, but the longing in his heart was clearly revealed on his face.
Niklo ran his hand through Jason's thick brown hair and then tenderly across his cheek. "That will not be a difficult role for me to act, dear friend." And he took Jason in his arms and kissed him deeply as their bodies melded together.
And it DID seem as though they were alone in the world, without a care, as they kissed and whispered and laughed and kissed some more. Hands roamed freely, caressing and fondling. Both cocks quickly reawakened to stiff erections. Sometimes they lay side- by-side... cock-to-cock. Other times one atop the other, face-to- face, smooth warm bodies rubbing together. Jason was totally content, for he knew in his heart that Niklo's tenderness was not just an act.
Finally, as Jason lay on his back with Niklo snuggling atop in his arms, the younger boy said "Jason; let me pleasure you now. I'll do it the same way my mentor enjoys. Lie still while I work."
And with one last passionate tongue-kiss, Niklo began to work his lips and tongue slowly down his friend's body... nibbling at his neck... the small tan nipples on his chest... Niklo's fingers moving in sensuous swirls over shoulders and upper arms and chest. The tip of his tongue dipped into Jason's navel, bringing a giggle. Down further, Niklo knelt between Jason's spread legs and his hands slid up the smooth inner thighs. With his face only an inch above the head of the older boy's stiff penis, Niklo inhaled the subtle musk, then blew a long stream of warm breath with his lips pursed. A shudder ran through Jason's tense body. Then Niklo's tongue flicked out, running along the shaft.
Top to bottom several times, his tongue-tip teasingly stimulated Jason's rigid erection. Then down to his balls, hanging in a loose sack of silky skin... licking, sucking each orb in turn. As he pleased Jason's balls, Niklo took the adolescent cock in his right hand, gently running the foreskin up and down, alternately exposing and fully concealing the dark red cockhead. Niklo's mouth came up and kissed the cockhead softly... slowly... then tongued it with the lightest caresses. Then his lips surrounded the little plumb of sex-flesh, and in tandem with his tongue they teased and probed more aggressively. Bringing his other hand to Jason's balls, Niklo fondled them as Jason purred.
Then Niklo's his mouth descended, taking the shaft of Jason's penis into its wet warmth... sucking, licking... slowly working down the pulsing shaft... letting the exposed cockhead graze gently along the top of his mouth. Jason groaned with pleasure. His body stiffened as he arched his back.
Niklo tried to take all of the cock shaft into his mouth, as Jason had done for him, but he could not overcome his throat's resistance, even after several attempts. The discomfort was even bringing tears to his eyes. And he could not hide the sounds of his throat's refusal. Jason sat up and touched Niklo's face with his fingers.
"Niklo... stop... please don't hurt yourself."
"But I wanted to..."
"Yes, I know. And I love you all the more for your desire to please me.... But remember that you are my slave as we lie here, and your master commands you to desist." Jason's gentle smile as he said these words warmed Niklo's heart, and he returned to lavishing the first 3 inches of Jason's cock with his loving oral attentions. Then he stopped and rose up on his knees.
"The stallion is ready to be ridden," announced Niklo with a grin, and he moved up to straddle Jason's midsection, his knees on either side of his friend's torso. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, Niklo took a generous amount of saliva, reached behind himself, and massaged it into his anus. Spitting again into his hand, he added another coating to Jason's erection, supplementing the slickness that remained from his sucking. Then, holding Jason's cock steady, Niklo brought himself down slowly and steadily on the 6-inch erection. The slender penis slid into Niklo's body with ease, owing to the younger boy's having shared the bed of a virile adult mentor for nearly a year.
"Oh, Niklo! It's so good!" moaned Jason, as the younger boy began to ride Jason's cock like a cavalryman on a horse. His hands grasped Niklo's thighs, and his pelvis rose up slightly off the ground to match his friend's movements.
And Niklo was in the grip of his own pleasure as well, his own penis stiff with lust. This was the first time in many months that anyone other than his mentor had taken him anally, but a collage of sexually-charged memories flooded into his consciousness -- the warm memories of his many earlier experiences of being fucked by other boys.
Jason rode a wave of physical and psychic pleasure. His cock was sliding in and out of the only boy he truly loved, and he could see the pleasure on Niklo's face. His hand moved to the boy's bouncing erection and held it firmly. With Niklo's energetic movement, his penis almost masturbated itself in Jason's hand. As the tension in Jason's loins began to gather -- the familiar prelude to sexual climax -- he worked his hand up and down, making Niklo groan with over-stimulation.
"Come on lover... spray your seed all over me.... Come on... do it!" Jason's hand moved in fast firm strokes that quickly drove Niklo to the edge.
"Oh, yes, Jason! YES!" gasped the boy, his semen spurting onto Jason's chest, diminished only slightly in amount from the previous load that had filled Jason's ass down by the pool.
Thoroughly distracted by the ecstacy of orgasm, Niklo ceased his cock-riding motions and rested his hands on Jason's chest, gasping for breath.
Though his cock pleaded for release, Jason lay still beneath his friend, concentrating on the incredible feeling from the anal spasms that massaged his straining penis for the entire duration of Niklo's climax.
Resting right on the very edge of orgasm -- a magical state that he had never before experienced in his usual adolescent rush to cum quickly when the urge became this great -- Jason pulled Niklo down onto him and kissed him deeply. Then Jason rolled the two of them over so that now he was on top, still kissing, his cock still throbbing deep in Niklo's rectum.
Though the spasms of orgasm had passed, Niklo consciously contracted and relaxed his anal muscles around the hot rigid cock inside him. For his part, Jason flexed the muscle that made his erection jerk slightly inside his friend's rectum. They both giggled at this shared discovery of a new little pleasure. Their whole bodies slowly rubbed together as they kissed, and their hands caressed each other's faces and hair.
"Oh, Niklo! I love you so much!"
"Jason, I... I love you too. I know I should be loyal to my mentor, but I cannot help myself.... I love you!"
The words he had so wanted to hear filled Jason with utter joy -- a wave of emotion that swept through his body with a flood of warm ecstacy. He said nothing, but tears filled his eyes as he looked down on Niklo's handsome face. The boys kissed again... gently, lovingly... then more intensely. Arms encircled bodies and the two lover hugged each other savagely. As Jason's hips humped into Niklo with instinctive force, striving for orgasm, the younger boy drew back his legs.
"Come, my powerful lover. Fuck me hard and fill me with your seed!"
Jason's placed his hands behind Niklo's knees, pushing his legs back to his shoulders so that the boy's ass was at a perfect angle to be vigorously plowed.
It only took nine thrusts, delivered with savage urgency, before Jason's brain exploded with stars and ultimate pleasure ripped through his body. Spurts of sex-fluid pulsed from his throbbing cock, deep into Niklo's bowels. Both boys groaned and laughed and hugged and kissed.
As the last trembling spasms subsided in Jason's body, he slowly pulled out and rolled over to lay at Niklo's side. They lay in contented silence for a few blissful minutes, hugging, caressing. Then a serious look came over Jason's face.
"I could never love another as I love you, Niklo.... But I realize that I must respect your devotion to the great Pericles. Know that I will always stand ready to be your passionate lover, my friend... whenever you want me."
Niklo's expression was mixture of seriousness, love, and a bit of sadness. "Thank you for your understanding, my dearest friend. I will remember this day always, but we are both growing up -- you especially. We will always be comrades, Jason, and I will always be there to share sensual caresses with you at the pool and in the courtyard. But you are correct that I must return to my pledge of loyalty to my mentor.... But if that ever changes...." He didn't finish. Instead he leapt onto Jason's body and began wrestling playfully as both boys laughed.
[Prologue to Part 2]
As Jason sat in the garden of the large villa, his eyes strained in the dim light of evening to read the words on the scroll on his lap. The play by Aeschylus was interesting, but it would be better to watch it performed, as the author intended.
Jason's concentration was broken by Sohrab, the Persian slave who was the household's butler. The eunuch had entered the garden so silently that Jason was not aware of him until the man was only a few paces away.
"A thousand pardons, young master," he said softly and with deference. Only after Jason raised his eyes from the scroll and acknowledged him did the slightly effeminate man continue. "Your mentor bids you to come to his personal quarters that he may speak to you of important matters."
"Thank you, Sohrab. I will go immediately." As Jason handed the papyrus scroll to the Persian, their hands touched and their eyes met. Jason felt the unmistakable vibe of a sexual come-on. He had sensed it before from the slave... never verbally, but in body language that clearly said 'I am available to serve you sexually.' But tempting as it was -- Jason had never fucked a man before, even a slave -- he would need the permission of his mentor first. That would be awkward, especially in light of Sohrab's previous position in the household.
Brought to Athens 15 years previously as a boy -- a eunuch of the royal Persian court -- Sohrab was part of the considerable war-booty won in the Greek victories over the Persian Empire. He had been purchased by Timarcus to be his personal slave. Timarcus had a liking even then for the exotic appeal of foreign boyslaves, and Jason could imagine how beautiful Sohrab must have been as a youth. Even now, at age 25, the Persian resembled a pretty (though too-well-fed) youth of 13, enlarged to the height of a man. After years of very personal service to his master, Sohrab had been replaced in Timarcus's bed by the arrival of the twins... but he was rewarded with a substantial increase in status and responsibility. As butler he effectively ran the villa, directing the work of 15 other household slaves.
As Jason approached his mentor's personal living space -- a study, lounging area, and bedroom combined -- he heard the soft tune of a lyre. Both Dov and Danni were skilled players of the flute and lyre, and Jason found the tune distinctly sensual... almost liquid in its flowing notes. Of course, practically everything about the twins was distinctly sensual.
When he stood at the open door of the finely-furnished room, Jason suppressed a grin and considered whether he should leave. Sitting on a stool at a small writing desk, at the center of the room, the 45-year-old Timarcus had his eyes closed and his head tilted back... a look of pleasure on his face. A writing stylus dangled limply from his right hand above a half-completed tablet. His toga had fallen off his shoulder, exposing his hairy chest. Behind him stood Dov, arms wrapped around the man's neck, hands caressing his chest, and his lips and tongue imparting teasing little pleasures to his master's ear. Timarcus's left hand reached behind his back, apparently fondling the naked boy.
On the wide bed at the rear of the room sat Danni-- distinguishable from his brother only by his longer hair. He was naked, propped against pillows as he plucked the strings of the lyre. His eyes met Jason's and he smiled warmly, but he said nothing and continued playing.
Jason cleared his throat to announce his presence. "Ahem.... Mentor; you summoned me? Shall I return at a later time?"
The man blushed slightly and grinned. "Ah, come in Jason.... It's difficult to work when there are distractions such as these!" And he kissed Dov on the cheek and ruffled his curly hair. The boy was resting his chin on the man's shoulder, a look of mischievous sexuality in his dark eyes. "Dov, my pet; get the young master a goblet of wine and a stool to sit on."
As the 12-year-old stepped out from behind his master, it was clear where Timarcus's left hand had been. The slaveboy's plump 3-inch erection pointed straight up, glowing red with arousal. Jason's eyes were drawn to the prepubescent boner -- similar to that of young Icarus at the Academy, except for the unusual absence of foreskin around the slightly flared cockhead. This made the boy's penis look more like a miniature version of a mature organ, somehow more intensely and blatantly sexual than a Greek boy's hooded erection. Dov brought over a stool and then fetched the wine. As he handed the goblet to the seated Jason, with his back to Timarcus, Dov shamelessly fingered his little boner for Jason's visual pleasure. And Jason was mesmerized.
"Jason?" Now it was Timarcus's turn to suppress a grin as the teenager looked up sheepishly and Dov returned to his master's side. "I will be leaving Athens early tomorrow morning on a military mission. The Council has decreed that a detachment of our navy go to the island of Thasos, which is in rebellion against the League of Greek States. Thasos will no doubt relent and pay their assessment after we have sunk a few of their ships. But I must assume that it will be at least a week before my ship returns. With my sons grown and burdened with their own responsibilities, I will depend on you to be the man of the household. You will stand in my place, consulting with my wife and with Sohrab, regarding the affairs of the villa. If you need further counsel, send a message to my elder son and he will assist you."
Timarcus ran his hand over Dov's baby-smooth ass for a moment before he spoke again. "You may sleep here in my quarters during my absence.... And as master of the house, you may freely exercise your right to bring any of my household slaves to your bed to pleasure you." With a look back to Danni, still playing his lyre, he added, "and I would be disappointed if you did not allow my little twin treasures to show you their special skills...."
The end.
[To be continued eventually. Please send comments to bil47_new@yahoo.com.]