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Chapter 2
As our friendship grew we shared stories of our past. I learned of how Antinous' family hailed from Sicily, but his mother and he fled to Rome when his father discovered her spread out in the stable whilst the two farm hands were taking turns to ride her. Fearing his father's retribution when he returned from driving off the offending labourers she grabbed Antinous and what little she could carry, and bribed a friendly fisherman to take her to the mainland.
Their journey to Rome took weeks and they quickly exhausted their meagre supplies. With nothing of value to trade and Antinous still too young to labour for food and lodging, his mother sold the only thing of value she had left, her inviting pussy.
Keen to avoid the pious tongues of the tavern owners' wives she dare not openly advertise her wares. So it was up to Antinous to hustle her clients, catching them as they stumbled back from pissing in the tavern yard. Once enticed it was Antinous' role to keep watch as his mother was fucked right there in the tavern's store house. Usually it was a brisk ploughing as she was bent over a barrel. But two or three clients a night was all it needed for enough coin to provide a hot meal and a warm bed for the night.
And so it continued all the way to Rome, them both perfecting the routine. By the time they were at the Imperial city Antinous could quickly identify the prime targets, the men who were drunk enough to say yes with little persuasion, and yet were not too drunk that they would take an age to cum.
With no connections to call upon in the city they had no choice but to continue their new found double act in order to survive. It wasn't long until they caught the eye of a pimp who, with a little flattery and the flash of a dagger, became our master. His mother now continuing her role in a cot within one of the city's more exotic brothels. Antonius' role, however, had evolved. He was now tasked with hiding under the cots while the whores worked, picking the pockets of the unwitting clients as they were merrily ploughing away.
By this point he wasn't phased by the fucking going on around him, nor was he that turned on by it either. Not by the moans of the whores or their tits bouncing as they were being pounded. The clients themselves were not much of a distraction for him either. Usually ageing tradesmen seeking comfort on their travels, or the occasional dignitary on his way to the Senate.
Every now and then a younger patron would be ushered in, usually on the eve of his wedding and being pushed in my his mates who had clubbed together to ensure he was properly educated before his wedding night. Whist they laughed and joked at the groom's expense, there was a look of longing in their eyes. These men did catch Antinous' eye, however. Their toned bodies and dicks hard in anticipation of the act made Antinous' heart race. These clients he'd watch purely for pleasure, omitting to pick their pockets and instead stroking his dick at the sounds of their moans and their balls slapping against the whore's legs.
The pimp started to notice the pattern, and pulled Antinous aside one night with a proposition. Antinous was to serve wine for a prominent Senator while he enjoyed the company of a couple of whores. Due to his prominence, the pimp provided his own rooms for the act allowing for complete discretion. The Senator was to have the rooms for the whole night, and Antinous was to assist in any way he requested.
Although only thirteen summers old, Antinous' dick and balls were very well developed and looked almost comically large against his lithe teenage body. As he would come to learn, even when he grew tall and broad, his dick would still look huge. He was aware of the looks some men gave him at the baths, some of interest, some of jealousy, and some had something deeper in their eyes, in them Antinous saw a hunger. Despite their leering looks, none of these men had yet cornered Antinous in the steam room, or made any attempt to try his virgin holes. The pimp had seen to that already for around his ankle Antinous wore a copper band. Antinous didn't think much of it at the time, but he would later learn that the copper band was a sign of ownership, not as a slave, this was more subtle. Antinous had been claimed'. Someone had paid a substantial amount of money to the pimp to ensure Antinous remained a virgin until his owner' decided otherwise. Little did he know, but Antinous was a peach awaiting harvest, and his benefactor had decided he was ripe for the picking.
The night of the Senator's visit had arrived and Antinous was instructed to visit the baths in preparation. After a days fast (which seemed an odd requirement) the pimp even gave Antinous a coin so he could be scrubbed and massaged by an attendant. This was a rare treat indeed and Antinous nearly ran to the baths. The attendants were usually young teens themselves and one such boy led Antinous to a private room just off the main bath, separated by curtain and with small vents in the walls about head height.
The attendant took care of everything. He was wearing just a loin cloth, and although his frame was slight he moved with practised purpose. First he pulled my tunic over my head and promptly untied my loincloth. Despite his air of discretion Antinous couldn't help but notice the boy's eyes lingering when his heavy dick was exposed. The boy's cheeks flushed red and he quickly busied himself folding Antinous' clothes and tidying them away. Being served in this way was a foreign concept for a boy as low caste as Antinous, and he felt unsure how to act. He feigned confidence and walked into the sunken bath, sat with his arms resting on either side.
Once Antinous was warm from the water the boy requested he lie on his front on a tiled bench where he proceeded to cover Antinous' toned body in oil. The boy was efficient in his work, his experienced hands confidently working Antinous' muscles until he was put into a dazed state. With his eyes closed Antinous was gently rocked by the boy's massage, his mind drifting off to a place of relaxation and pleasure. The boy progressed up Antinous' legs to his tight glutes, seemingly without any apprehension or uncertainty. If anything, the boy seemed to be paying extra attention to Antinous' arse, but Antinous was enjoying the boys' work too much to register this as unusual. Perhaps this is just how a massage was meant to go. The boy's hands worked his arse cheeks, his finger tips brushing his arse crack. With each movement they were getting closer and closer to his tight pink hole. He wasn't sure what to make of it, but he knew it felt good so he made no attempt to stop the boy. Eventually the boy moved his hand directly over his hole and gently rubbed it, moving his fingers in circles. Antinous couldn't help be let out a moan. His dick had been at half mast for a little while, but this development immediately caused it to swell to an almost uncomfortable level. Given its size Antinous had to move one leg up to give it more room to grow. The boy, taking this movement as an invitation to continue, added some pressure to his fingers, gently relaxing Antinous' tight virgin hole. As Antinous exhaled he felt his hole loosen and open slightly, and the boy's finger ever so slightly pushed inside. This was new, and oh god did it feel good, but suddenly the boy's hand was gone.
In his soft voice the boy asked Antinous to turn over so he could work the front. As he did so he heard the boy gasp as his fully erect dick came into view and slapped down on Antinous' torso with a thud. Suddenly conscious Antinous felt the need to apologise.
"I'm sorry if this offends you, it's just I've never had someone massage by body before and, well, it felt so good I couldn't stop myself getting hard. Sorry I don't even know your name."
"It's Marcus, sir, and there's no need to apologise for being hard, it's perfectly normal. It happens to all the men I massage."
"Nice to meet you Marcus, although I feel like I should have asked your name that before you started massaging my naked body! I'm Antinous. If it's not my boner that shocked you, what did?"
"Well, sir - Antinous, rather - it's just that your dick is...umm..." Marcus, so cool and collected so far, was suddenly turning a rather deep shade of red "...your dick sir, it's umm, well it's the biggest I've ever seen to be honest..."
"Ah..." Antinous was lost for words "...thank you, I guess..."
An awkward silence rang between them, but their eyes met and both let out a giggle. There was nothing else for it. The tension evaporated and Marcus suggested they get back to the task at hand.
Marcus continued to work all over Antinous' body, with long strokes over his chest and torso, fingers lightly grazing his now throbbing cock which was pulsating with every touch. Antinous, as usual, was now leaking copious amounts of precum that Marcus, without hesitation, was mixing with the oil on his hands and massaging across Antinous' body. His eyes were closed again, but Antinous was sure he heard Marcus lick his fingers after collecting another load of precum. This only added to his state of excitement.
Marcus turned his attention fully to Antinous' dick and heavy balls. Massaging each with great attention and prompting heavy moans to escape Antinous' lips. Given his size, to properly stroke his dick Marcus was required to wrap both hands around the shaft, which he now did, alternating between quick strokes and sudden slow ones when Antinous' breathing became rapid.
Antinous was feeling pleasure like nothing before. His mind was lost in a void of horniness, and he both wanted it never to end and to shoot his heavy load. It's like his balls were vibrating they felt so full and ready to blow. He could hold off as much as possible but he knew it wouldn't be long until he was spraying his chest.
Then Marcus surprised him further. While one hand rubbed the back of his helmet, right where it joined with his foreskin, the other reached under his balls and returned to his pink hole. This time Marcus pressed his finger in, and Antinous was powerless to stop him. Riding wave after wave of pleasure Antinous welcomed Marcus' finger in with no resistance until he could feel the boy's knuckle against his hole. With one gentle movement of Marcus' finger he sent Antinous into ecstasy. His balls jumped up against his body, his dick bouncing as it pulsated shooting his cum across his chest and over his shoulder, landing on the wall behind him. It was an orgasm that seemed to never end, the only movement being Marcus' finger slowly moving back and forth inside him.
When his balls were finally empty after no less than fifteen ropes of cum had been fired across the room, Antinous was left breathing like he'd run a marathon. With one final moan Marcus gently retracted his finger, leaving Antinous to slow come back down to Earth. He was totally spent, and now covered in his own cum.
When he finally looked down he saw the extent of the mess his cum had made. Used to his big loads, even Antinous was surprised, and slightly proud, at the amount of cum that was spread over his chest and dripping down the wall. As he looked over at Marcus he saw that he too was also breathing heavily, his recently hard dick in his other hand, and his own load had been shot over Antinous' leg.
Blushing again, Marcus stammered "I'm s-s-sorry sir. I got caught up in the moment and couldn't help but pleasure myself."
Antinous had been so oblivious to the outside world during his orgasm that he hadn't even felt Marcus' load land in his leg, nor had he heard Marcus' moans.
"It's ok, I made quite the mess myself" he replied.
Marcus smiled, relieved.
"Let me clean you off before you go. I was told to have you back by eight."
Antinous had completely forgotten about the whole reason for his visit to the baths. In his post-orgasm state he couldn't think of anything worse than standing all night holding a flagon of wine while an old Senator ploughed a couple of whores. The wine itself only prolonging the session. Antinous still didn't understand why the pimp had sent him to the baths for a massage before this particular client. Perhaps the pimp knew he'd be having to hold the flagon for many hours? Or maybe the Senator was bringing a friend to share the whores with as the higher end clients often did, both making a night of it. Still, Antinous decided he'd find out soon enough and tried to enjoy his final moments in Marcus' capable hands.
It wasn't just Marcus' orgasm Antinous had missed during his ecstasy, he also failed to notice the eyes watching his pleasure from the vents in the wall behind him. The figure had watched the scene with an intensity he'd never experienced before. Transfixed, he hadn't even stroked his own dick which was throbbing against the cool tiles of the bathhouse wall. He had just about managed to stop himself from joining the two boys in their orgasms, nearly painting the wall with his load. No, it wouldn't do to unload just yet, this load was due to be shot somewhere else, somewhere much more pleasurable.