Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an166144@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sat, 10 Dec 1994 10:46:44 UTC
Subject: The Party (m/teen m) based on Pal. Ant. XII.180




     This story is based on a short poem by the Hellenistic poet Strato 
who lived in Asia Minor during the reign of the Emperor Hadrian. I have 
included the original poem for anyone who may be interested.  It is poem 
180 in Book XII of the Palantine Anthology.


                              ---WARNING---

     This story is about a man having sex with a willing slave boy.  If 
you find the topic uninteresting or distasteful, then don't read it.


     I feel some burning heat; but cease, boy, from waving in the
air near me the napkin of fine linen.  I have another fire within
me lit by the wine thou didst serve, and aroused more with thy
fanning.


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     I tuned to the young slave boy who had served as my
cupbearer, and was now fanning me with a linen napkin.  His
smooth skin was an even tan.  His hair was the fairest blond. 
His smile was the most beautiful one that I had ever seen.
     While he fanned me, I looked up his shirt sleeves, and saw
that he still had no hair under his arms.  He was unbelievably
beautiful.  I wanted to kiss his soft boyish lips.  But, above
all, I wanted to make wild and passionate love to him.  I could
imagine his body twitching with pleasure, and his parted lips as
he groaned with pleasure at my every thrust.  His was a body upon
which a man could build dreams.
     Finally, unable to stand my passion for him any longer, I
spoke "I feel some burning heat; but cease, boy, from waving in
the air near me the napkin of fine linen.  I have another fire
within me lit by the wine thou didst serve, and aroused more with
thy fanning."
     The boy, realizing that he was the source of my burning
fire, and understanding what I wanted, gave me an inviting smile,
and nodded with his head to a door.  "I know another way to cool
a man's ardor," he whispered.  "If you wish, I shall I show you
how I do so."
     Since that was exactly what I wanted, I could not help but
nod my answer.  I wanted the boy like I had never wanted anyone
else before.
     The boy, looking back to make sure that I was following him,
led me out of the room, and into a small bed chamber.
     "My Lord," he told me, "This is my chamber."
     The boy had already slipped out of his tunic, and stood
patiently by his bed, waiting for me to tumble him onto it. 
Since he was a slave and had been made available for the pleasure
of all of his master's guests, I did not need to worry about his
permission.  His body was there for the taking.  Still, it was
nice to be wanted.
     I stood there for a moment, looking at him.  His penis,
growing erect was disproportionately large as it stuck out from
between his legs.  His pubic hair was sparse and thin.  He looked
like a prototypical adolescent, except that he was the most
beautiful boy that I had ever seen, and tonight he was mine.
     I closed the door behind me, and the boy, obedient slave as
well as desirable beloved, came over to help me out of my
clothes.  His hands caressed me as he helped undress me.  it was
obvious that he was just as anxious for me to make love to him as
I was to make love to him.
     While still standing there, now both naked, I caressed his
body, and let my hand run down his chest and stomach.  I held his
balls firmly in my hands, and then pulled at his foreskin.  He
let me kiss him.  It was obvious that nothing would be forbidden
to me.  His body would serve my pleasure in any way that I wanted
it to, and I could think of quite a few.
     Then, we lay down on the boy's small bed and continued
kissing and caressing.  The bed was too small for two; it was
obvious that his master did not come down frequently for a little
pleasure at this child's expense.  Since his master was married,
it was extremely unlikely that the boy was summoned up to his
master's bed chamber either.
     Therefore, since I realized that the unfortunate child must
be extremely sex starved, I did my best to give him a little
pleasure back for the pleasure that I took of his body.  I
caressed him, kissing and fondling him.
     The boy, enjoying my caresses, rewarded me for the pleasure
that I was giving him by doing the same to me.  His lovemaking
was a little timid and uncertain, but he did his best to please
me, and improved as time went on.
     Then, once we were both happy with the foreplay, I turned
the boy onto his stomach, placed one of his pillows below his
loins to raise his buttocks into the most available of possible
positions.  I lay upon the child's soft small body, and holding
him by the shoulders, I thrust as deeply into him as I could.
     The small boy shook as I penetrated him.  He moaned softly. 
he spread his legs wide, barring nothing to me.
     Since he had made himself so available for me, I worked him
slowly, awakening new pleasures in him.  He bit the pillows with
unbearable pleasure as I moved in his body, enjoying its warmth
and tightness.
     Thus we continued, each enjoying the other, until we
succeeded, not merely in calming the raging fire within me, but
in satisfying his desire for me as well as mine for him.
     Since the boy had been so quiet and so shy, after we
climaxed, I lay still next to him, tightly holding his young body
against mine.  He was so soft and quite.  I was certain that I
was his first man, and that he loved me with all of his heart.
     After a few moments of silence, the boy started to talk, and
told me that until this very moment, he had still been a virgin,
a state that had much distressed him, since he feared that it
meant that men did not find him desirable.  That distressed him
considerably since he realized that a slave-boy's best chance of
upward mobility was by becoming his master's catamite.  He was
glad to find that one man, at least, felt that he could provide
sexual pleasure, and was willing to take his boyish virginity.
     He kissed me passionately, thanking me from the bottom of
his heart for having made love to him, and for having taken his
virginity.  Then, shyly, he asked me if I would buy him so that
we could make love again, whenever we wanted to.
     Learning that I had pleased him so much by deflowering him,
I promised the young boy that I would ask his master if I could
purchase him for our future mutual pleasures.
     The boy, glad to see that he could be my catamite, embraced
me tightly, thanking me for wanting him to share my bed.  He
promised me that, in return, he would do anything that he could
to provide me with pleasure.
     Then, at the boy's urging, we quickly dressed and returned
to the banquet chamber.  True to my word, I approached the
master, who sold the boy to me at a reasonable price, since he
had no taste at all for boys.  As far as he was concerned, if it
pleased me to take his slave boy as a catamite, he could always
buy another to serve as a waiter.
     Now, in my own house, the boy with soft blond hair has no
room of his own, since he sleeps in my own bed each night, giving
me whatever pleasure I want from him, knowing no other life, and
wanting no other life either.