Gilgamesh
By Bald Hairy Man e-mail bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com
This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again remind you that have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and have included no gestures toward common sense either. This story is based on the Sumerian Gilgamesh stories. Please e-mail me if you have any suggestions or comments.
My father was a king as was his father before him. When my father went to join the Gods, all knew I, Gilgamesh, would be the king of all Urak. That was expected. My father was a huge man, but I was still bigger. I was a good cubit taller than he, and I dwarfed most of my subjects. My very presence terrified most of my subjects. They cowered before me. My neighbors bowed before me. I was so powerful, none could stand before me.
My father joined the Gods after his death. My subjects soon realized I had joined the Gods as soon as I placed the Royal Diadem on my head. I did not know this at first, but I came to understand I had risen to the sphere of the gods. My power was unlimited. All were subject to my rule and lived for my use.
They say no woman married without my seed buried deep in her body. That is not true. No beautiful woman married without my seed. My balls are like ripe apples. My member is that of a stallion. My father was a great lover of women. In addition to my mother, a princess from Ur, he had 36 concubines and no wedding was complete without him. My Queen was a priestess of Inanna and was as cold as the Goddess. Many gave me their daughters as concubines.
I had opened hundreds of virgins. Virgin blood coated my cock. I don't know how many women cried as I split them open. Like my father, my sexual appetite was huge, but no wives, concubines or virgins could satisfy me. Enkidu changed that.
Enkidu was a wild man of the mountains, more animal than man. His hair had never been cut, nor his beard. He wore only the skins of animals he killed. They say lions fled from him in terror. The farmers who lived near the mountains gave reports of the wild man. They said he was bigger, fiercer, and stronger than any other man. The farmers sang songs of the Enkidu, the Wild Man.
Enkidu was fierce and terror making, but the songs were of bravery. He saved sheep from lions and wolves. He saved shepherds and farmers from the wild animals. I noticed the songs of Enkidu and his bravery were everywhere. They sang them on the streets and in the temple courtyards.
Once the songs were of me, Gilgamesh, King and God or Urak. Now they were of Enkidu.
Ruling everything, commanding everything, nothing was out of my reach, except Enkidu. I wanted to see this man-animal. I sent troops to bring him to me. They failed. They did not bring him to me. They didn't even see the man. The farmers said Enkidu appeared only to those he wanted.
I sent my Royal Guard of Giants to find him. They heard his howls, but never saw the wild man. My Queen said we should send the temple harlots to lure him from the wilderness wasteland. Their beauty and constant intercourse insures the fertility of the land. Surely Enkidu would respond to them.
They too failed. The Great Harlot saw the wild man. She told the queen she didn't know if he was a man or beast. His form was of a man, but the fur coat was of a bear and his genitals were those of a great bull.
Gilgal, the commander of my guard of Giants came to me. "Great Gilgamesh, perhaps Enkidu has been touched by the gods. Perhaps he will only come to another god."
"You think I should find Enkidu?" I asked.
"You alone are big enough and as dread inspiring as him," Gilgal said. "Enkidu lives alone. He has never seen anyone as awe inspiring as you, Great King. You are fearless, unlike the farmers and shepherds he has seen. " Gilgal was a brave man and faithful. I thought it might be unworthy of me to confront the wild man, but while I had become a god, I lacked the omniscience of a god.
I wanted to know what Enkidu was, a man or a beast. I also wanted adventure. When I first became king, I fought and defeated our enemies. Their severed heads and genitals decorated the Royal Gate of Urak. None dared challenge me. We were at peace. The rains fell regularly and the granaries were full. Even a drought would not bring starvation to the kingdom of Gilgamesh.
I was tired of the sounds of the Palace bull harps and flutes. I could shoot my seed into the quivering bodies of my concubines three or four times a day, yet never feel satisfied. My balls were laden with seed, but no matter how many times I spewed the royal seed, they never were drained.
I said I was going hunting and left the palace before dawn. My bronze chariot carried me to the edge of the wilderness. The rising sun reflected from the chariot. In the fields, farmers averted their eyes at this divine apparition. The sun was high before I stopped. I could see snow capped mountains in the distance and the trees grew to an astounding size.
I walked into the forest. Some talk of the terrors of the wilderness, but I felt no fear. The shade of the trees was refreshing and I found a pool filled with cool water. Sitting on the bank, I removed my armor and splashed myself with water. I saw leaves move on the other side of the pond, even though the air was still. I put my armor on quickly and grabbed my spear.
When I stood, a figure emerged from a thicket. "Enkidu!" I cried. "I am Gilgamesh, King of Urak."
"Enkidu I am," he said, then he jumped into the water and swam over to me. In the water he was more like an otter than a man. He was fast and sleek in spite of his massive size.
Emerging from the water he stood and stared at me, eye to eye. He was without fear. Enkidu was the first man I had ever met who was as tall as I. His long hair dripped with water. His thick beard was like a water fall of black curls. It merged with the coat of hair on his chest then to the pubic forest. His eyes were blue, like the sky. I had heard of blue-eyed men, but never seen one before.
His genitals were indeed those of a bull. Hair covered his ball sack and much of his foreskin. His cock head was sheathed in skin and I could only see its outline in the tube of skin.
His balls look like huge apples and hung low so you could see each, one higher than the other. I thought perhaps the fur-covered ball sack made his seed holders look bigger than they were.
"I have heard of you," he said. "They say you are the strongest man on earth."
"I heard the same of you," I said. "I wanted to see you. I need to know who is the strongest."
"You are wearing armor and carrying a spear," he said. "I am naked and unarmed." Enkidu spoke as a city dweller, not as a rustic. His language was slightly odd, but familiar. It soon struck me Enkidu spoke with the accent of Ur, my mother's home.
"For a test of strength, I need no armor," I said. I took off my armor and stripped off my clothes. I finally unwound my loin cloth. I was surprised to see my member was partially erect. My balls hung low.
Enkidu watched me carefully, but he stared at my cock. "You are a worthy opponent. You are beautiful and well formed." I lunged at him and we began to wrestle. He was my height, but heavier. I was faster. We were well matched. While he looked like an animal, he fought like a noble man. We wrestled; he did not bite or scratch.
The fur made his body look soft, but he was hard as bronze. He won the first bout. I asked if he would fight me for the best out of three matches. He agreed. We both jumped into the pond and cooled off. The second match was good. I won. I learned how he fought in the first match and was able to use that knowledge to beat him in the second.
We were sweating heavily and this made it hard to catch or grab each other. Slipping and sliding was we fought, my cock remained half hard. This hadn't happened to me before, so I was puzzled. When he rubbed against me, I realized he was getting hard too. His member had expanded and now the tip of his cock head parted the foreskin.
We took another dip in the pond. The match began as an effort to prove who was strongest, but I found myself enjoying the matches. Surprisingly, I enjoyed the contact with his furry body.
In the third match it was clear Enkidu had studied me and was ready for my moves. It was at the hottest part of the day now and we were both dripping with sweat. We stuck together several times. My nipples felt good rubbing against Enkidu's hairy back. I had been with many women, but never felt they way I did now.
Enkidu flipped me. While he continued to wrestle, he also rubbed his engorged organ against my body. I should have been enraged when I realized what he was doing. Instead, I moved so my body had fuller contact with his member. He won the match. After he pinned me, neither of us wanted to break off physical contact. We just lay there.
After the matches he was radiating heat like a fire. I could feel his heart thumping like a drum. This exited me. My member was fully erect by this time.
"What is the reward for victory?" I asked. "Or the punishment for defeat? You won fairly." Reaching over, I fondled his bull balls. Why I did this, I don't know. He stroked my cock.
"It is like a Cedar of Lebanon," he said. Feeling his member, his bull cock twitched.
"We are equals," I said. "Marduk, King of the Gods, doesn't have a member like yours." Enkidu moved. I was looking directly at his bloated cock as he looked at mine. The gods must have looked down on us with favor. I pulled his skin back exposing his cock head. His body was dark from the sun, but his cock head was a beautiful pink.
It was as if Marduk himself guided my mouth to Enkidu's cock. The head was like a peach, bisected by a wide seed slit, already drooling with Enkidu's ball juices. For the first time, I saw the male organ as beautiful. I wanted to taste it and to give Enkidu pleasure. I felt breath on my cock. Enkidu was licking my balls, taking them into his mouth and caressing them with his tongue.
I wanted to swallow his entire cock. I wanted to have it in my body, in a safe place, protected for the claws of wild animals. It wouldn't fit. I felt Enkidu take my cock. As his lips enveloped my head, I was possessed by greater lust than I had ever felt before. Such lust can only be the gift of the gods. Feeling and hearing Enkidu's heart beating, I knew he was possessed of the same lust drive.
I knew immediately this was ordained by the gods. This was nothing like my coupling with the Queen or any of my concubines. I was not performing a duty; this was total pleasure and enjoyment. My father told me this had happened to him once. He was deflowering one of the Temple Virgins of Inanna to insure a good harvest and he became one with her.
She was a small girl of 13 or fourteen and my father said he had been afraid there was no way his monster member would fit in the child. He later found out the High Priestess hated the girl's family. She selected her hoping the child would be ripped in half by my father. My father was a just man and he had the High Priestess chopped in half when he discovered her treachery.
The girl was terrified when she saw my father, the king, nude and hard. She cried when he broke through, but once he was in, the girl went crazy with desire. I saw her once. She was older then, but it was hard to believe there was room in her small body for my father. When she died, she was buried like a queen.
As I tasted Enkidu's ball juices, I felt what my father felt. My mouth filled with the wild man's seed. He had the orgasm of a god. Spurt after spurt, twitch after twitch, he drained his balls. I swallowed over and over again the creamy product of his body. I knew this was the food of the gods.
As I relished his final cock spurts, my body shivered and it felt as if my balls contracted. Everything in my balls wanted to shoot out of my cock. My cock is large, but I could have used two or three cum tunnels to drain the seed crying for release. I was almost paralyzed in ecstasy. Enkidu milked me, drinking all of my seed as if he had been dying of thirst. It seemed to take forever to shoot. My ejaculations went on and on, seemingly without end.
Of course, I did eventually stop. A wave of affection swept over me. I was satisfied in a way I never had been before. Enkidu and I stayed together beside the pond for a while. I didn't want to get too far away from his cock and he felt the same. When he got soft again, I could take more of his cock into my mouth.
I got my tongue inside his foreskin. There I could caress his cock head and taste any of the juice oozing from his internal organs. It began to get dark.
"Come to my cave," he said. We finally broke apart. We returned to my chariot and then went deep into the wilderness. My horse was waiting. She was often skittish and unhappy when approached by anyone other than me, but she accepted Enkidu without complaint. The songs said he ruled the animals and that seemed to be true.
We ate and he told me of his life. He was of Ur as I had suspected, he had been abducted as a child when his caravan was attacked by barbarian hill people. He had escaped and fled into the wilderness. He was a child of ten when this happened.
"The wilderness sheltered me," he said. "It fed me and gave me all I needed. Some see this place a wild and frightening. It was home to me as soon as I set foot in here. When I grew up I became a big man."
"Have you had any human contact?" I asked.
"I have been alone except when Nammu, the high priest of Mari stayed here," Enkidu said.
"Mari was destroyed fifteen years ago," I said. "Everyone was either killed of taken into slavery."
"Nammu escaped. He was an old man with a great white beard. They thought he was nothing. They led him and the other men to the place of slaughter, but he ran and vanished into a swamp," he explained. "I found him almost starved on the edge of the wasteland and took him in."
"Nammu was a great man, wise in many things,"Enkidu continued. "He taught me everything I needed to know about life outside the wilderness. I taught me all about cock too." Enkidu was smiling.
"What is there to know about cock?"
"In Mari the priests could only have sex on the winter solstice. Their seed grew in the wombs of the temple harlots and they would give birth at harvest time in September," he said.
"A year is a long time to wait. I must constantly pump seed into the wombs of my concubines," I said. "The priestess think the constant flow of seed keeps the planets and stars in their place."
"Each city has it's own god," Enkidu replied. "Nammu told me his seed was continually flowing, just not into woman's wombs. The priests shared it among themselves."
"The way we did?"
"Yes. That way and other ways," he replied. "Nammu said it was good to be free of the intrigues and jealousies of the women's quarters. Most of the priests liked to use young boys. Nammu like adult men. Fewer tears, no jealousy at all, and older men knew how to have fun and didn't care how they got it, he said."
"I've never thought of it that way," I said. "I hate it when they scream and cry. However I have noticed, when someone screams and weeps hysterically, my cock often emerges from their hole without a trace of blood. The "virgin" had been opened before."
"Does that cause a problem for you, or the bride's husband?"
"Never once." I said. "Doweries have been given, land and livestock exchanged. Three or four of my concubines were given to me as part of a treaty. Too much is at stake for virginity to be a problem. It would be easier if my concubines lived longer, breaking them in a hard, but child birth carries them off like flies."
"That was Nammu's thought too. He was big, not as big as you and me, but he was big. The babies would be big and the temple harlot would die in childbirth. It would cause a great stir in the city. They thought it was bad luck. Nammu would usually substitute another child for the dead one. The temple harlot was dead, but they don't last long anyway." Enkidu explained. "I can enjoy your seed without fear of a baby!" I looked at him. His eyes were twinkling.
"You mean I won't have your baby?" I cried, pretending to be crushed. He laughed and stood. His cock was soft now and was at the level of my mouth. I couldn't resist it. Soft, I could swallow the entire organ. It filled my mouth and went down my throat. Enkidu moaned as I swallowed him. I continued to swallow and he liked the movement of my throat on his cock.
His organ grew quickly and soon I only had his cock head in my mouth. By then he was sucking on my cock. When I fed him my second load of the day he got as much seed as he had earlier. Like the Tigris and Euphrates my balls produced a constant flow. I had the same feeling of total release and complete satisfaction.