Date: Mon, 12 Oct 2009 08:24:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Todd Carlos <toddstop@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pantheon, Chapter 1, Apollo

Apollo

	I was staring at my girlfriend Christina.  She was up at the
counter flirting with this freaky looking barista.  She must have been
doing alright because she looked pretty pleased with herself.  Hopefully
I'd get an extra shot with my coffee for her trouble.  There was no denying
that Christina could get pretty much anything she wanted.  She had on these
tight little denim shorts, a white tank- top and these little sandals with
a small heel.  She was hot and I admired her from the table I was saving
for us while she ordered.  Christina was blond, tall and skinny in a very
athletic way.  No straight guy could ignore her and I felt lucky, while I
watched her, that she'd chosen me.
	We'd met back before freshman orientation.  I was at the university
on football scholarship and she was a cheerleader.  We ran in the same
circles and we'd started dating before the first semester was over.  It'd
been almost two years and we were getting ready to start our junior year.
The apartment we'd gotten together for the summer was right behind this
coffee house and we came here pretty often.  We'd spent the previous day
moving Christina's stuff to her sorority house, where she'd live during the
school year, and spent our last night in our apartment making love.  I was
going to keep the apartment because it was actually closer to the athletic
facilities than the upperclassmen housing.
	Christina was headed toward the table with a flirty little grin on
her face.  I hadn't really taken my eyes off her since I'd sat down.  We
were the perfect couple and I felt safe in that.  I figured we'd get
married eventually, probably after we graduated.  Especially if I went pro,
barring any injury in the next couple of years it looked like a good
possibility.  I'd learned a lot since moving from my rural
farming-community to the city, about nutrition and proper exercise /
weight-training, and I was in the best shape I'd ever been in.
	Christina put my cup in front of me and walked around me, trailing
her hand over my shoulders, to sit beside me.  She leaned over to kiss me
on the cheek and whispered, "Extra shot, baby."  I grinned over at her,
turned my hat around backwards, and leaned in to kiss her quick.  She
pulled open the newspaper on the table and handed me the sports section as
she unfolded the front page.  I took the paper and opened it to start
reading, keeping informed.
	I hadn't more than scanned the second page when I felt the hairs on
the back of my neck stand up.  I could tell that someone was staring at me
and I turned around to scan the people behind me.  I saw him immediately.
He didn't even bother trying to avert his eyes but stared openly at me.  My
first reaction was to be pissed and a little embarrassed, I felt the tops
of my ears turn hot.  I stared right back, not wanting to back down, and
slowly the details of the man started filtering into my mind.  He was
blond, but like a golden blond, with really blue eyes that were frankly
assessing me.  I could tell that he was tall, even seated, and impressively
muscled.  He was wearing a fitted light-grey T-shirt with a V-neck.  His
biceps strained the sleeves and his chest pressed against the fabric, some
golden hair poking out of the neck.  It was the same golden hair that
covered his thick forearms and his head.
	I'd had guys come-on to me before, usually at the campus gym, but
not like this.  It was kind of freaking me out.  I'd always considered
myself pretty open-minded but this was testing my limits.  He was a really
good-looking guy, he could have any other guy he wanted so why was he
bothering me?
	I saw his lips moving slightly, the lower thicker than the top, and
suddenly I felt his words brushing over my ears.  I could hear him from
across the crowded coffee-bar, "Pretty mortal.  I like the looks of you,
boy.  Come over here."  It was a command that I was suddenly unable to
disobey.  I stood and made my way to his table where he motioned me to take
a seat beside him.  I complied and stared at him.  I felt so uncertain for
a moment then my natural confidence took over, "What do you want?"
	"I wanted to see if you would obey me."  His voice was so deep,
rumbling out of his chest.  I was distracted for a second by the light on
the golden stubble along his jaw before his words registered.
	"You made me."  It was a true statement, I knew it, even if I
didn't understand how it had happened.
	"Would you have come, if I hadn't commanded it?"  Our eyes were
still locked and my total focus was on this man and what he was saying.
	"No, maybe, I don't know.  What are you doing to me?"  The last
part came out a bit more sibilant than I would have preferred so I squared
my shoulders.
	"It's a little trick I can do.  Will you stay and talk with me if I
vow never to use it on you again?"  I nodded and instantly the compulsion
to remain at the table with him was gone.  I glanced around to see if
Christina had noticed my absence.  Apparently not, as I couldn't see her
over the newspaper she held.
	I looked back at the guy, saying, "What are you, a hypnotist or
something?"  He rumbled a laugh out, the smile he gave me reaching to his
eyes.  My heart skipped a little beat, how could a guy be so handsome?
	"I'm something else.  Go attend to the pretty girl.  I will see you
later, sweet."  Was this guy for real?  I stood up as he did, the table
between us.  He was tall, probably six-eight, two or three inches taller
than me.  He was wearing these jeans that just hung off his hips, like the
button was just where his pubes would be.  The grey T-shirt wasn't long
enough to cover him and an inch wide band of hairy, muscled, tanned stomach
was very evident.  I couldn't take my eyes off that exposed skin for a
minute.
	I came out of my revelry as he brushed by me.  Our arms touched for
just a second and a shock went through my whole body.  I watched him leave,
people staring at him on the street, until he'd rounded the corner and was
gone.  I went back to Christina and my coffee.
	"Who was the guy, Mike?"  She folded the edge of one corner down to
see me.  So she had been watching.
	"Just some guy.  No big deal, baby.  I'm gonna get a banana, you
want anything?"  I gave her my best what-did-I-do grin and she just shook
her head, going back to the paper.

	I dropped Christina off at her sorority and went to work.  I was
working as a lifeguard at a nearby municipal pool to make some spending
money.  The hours were easy and the work was easy, the most I had to do was
yell at the kids not to run and teach a swimming class two days a week.
The university would be paying for my apartment during the school year, and
of course tuition, so I didn't need to make that much and I really enjoyed
being a lifeguard.
	The day seemed to go really fast, probably because I actually had
to jump in and pull a kid out of the pool.  He was fine, just scared, so I
handed him off to the girl at the front desk so she could call his parents.
My shift was almost up so I packed up my stuff while keeping one eye on the
pool.  I caught a glimpse of gold from the corner of my eye and turned to
find the guy from that morning coming out of the men's locker-room.  We
didn't get many adults during the day, and those we did get usually had
little kids with them.
	The blond guy stood out like a sore thumb.  He had on tiny, black
swim trunks, the kind that look like boxer-briefs, and nothing else.  The
front of the suit bulged obscenely.  His chest and stomach were covered in
that hair that looked like spun gold, I noticed the hair was shorter on his
belly.  His muscles were amazingly well defined and the low-slung suit
showed off the perfection of his torso.  His iliac crests were clearly
defined, dipping down into the black suit.  He legs were just as hairy and
thickly muscled.  His skin was tanned all over.
	He saw me and began to make his way over to my stand, dodging kids
and chairs.  My eyes couldn't seem to help themselves and I was riveted to
him.  I heard a shout and realized I should be keeping an eye on the pool,
not this walking sex-advertisement.  When he got close I spoke before he
could, "What are you doing here?"
	"I told you, Michael, that I would be seeing you later.  And here I
am."  He stood facing me and I focused my attention on the pool behind him.
	"Are you some kind of stalker?  How do you know my name and where I
work?"
	"After I saw you this morning I made it my business to find out
more about you."  I studied his face for a second, trying to tell if he was
for real, looking for signs of insanity.  He just smiled at me, looking so
at ease.
	"Why?  I don't understand."  I saw my replacement coming out of the
women's locker-room and hopped off the tall chair.  The guy didn't step
back and I had to land right next to him.  I went to step back but he put
one big hand over my shoulder, stopping and steadying me.  His skin felt
warmer than the sun-baked skin on my bare shoulder.
	"That's my relief, Jane.  I've gotta go home now."  We were staring
into one another's eyes, unblinking.  I felt drawn into him and actually
moved closer until the heat of his body scorched along mine.  I held my
hand up to lay it on his chest, but before I could touch him he released my
shoulder and stepped back, "I came to swim, Michael," he whispered to me.
He walked to the edge of the deep end and dived in, looking expert and
graceful.  Where there had been a ton of kids earlier, they had all
migrated to the shallower end and the guy had this end of the pool to
himself.
	He came up and broke the surface of the water, glistening
everywhere.  He lapped closer to me and beckoned me to join him.  I don't
know where the compulsion came from but I moved to set down my things,
nodding to Jane, and stepped to the edge of the pool.  He met me at the
side and vaulted up, turning as he went, so that he was seated with his
legs in the water.
	"Will you join me, Michael?"  He leaned back and looked up at me.
I was staring down at him, caught in his eyes again.  I nodded as I
finished setting my gear down on a nearby table.  I sat beside him and
lowered my legs into the water.  He gently pushed off the side and glided
into the water.  He took my hand and pulled me in beside him.  The water
was cool and refreshing after my long day in the sun.  He didn't let go of
my hand until I pulled it back.
	We treaded water and watched each other for long moments before I
started to feel silly.  I had to break the silence, "What's your name,
dude?"
	"You can call me... Paul.  I think that will work for now."
	"What do you mean `for now'?  You're starting to creep me out,
man."
	"Relax, Michael.  Chill out, isn't that how you say it?  You know I
don't mean you any harm."  I sort of nodded my head to agree.  I wasn't
creeped out by him, maybe by my reaction to him.  But I didn't get any
serial-killer-vibe from the guy.
	We'd drifted a little apart in the center of the pool and suddenly
he ducked under the water.  I felt him grab my legs before pulling me
under.  His hands on my shoulders as he playfully pushed me deeper caused a
shiver to run up my spine.  When I broke the surface he was there smiling
at me.  I grinned at him and it was my turn to push him under.  I grabbed
his shoulders and leaned all my weight into submerging him.  I could feel
the muscles there bunch and flex and he moved his arms in the water and it
felt good.
	We horsed around for a little while, playing in the water.  It all
seemed so innocent and fun, like I was a kid again.  As he splashed me I
turned my head and caught Jane staring at us with a quizzical expression.
Her look reminded me of where I was and made me stop short.  Paul caught
the shift in my mood and glanced from Jane back to me.  He nodded once,
decisively, and swam for the edge of the pool.  I followed him and we got
out together.  I looked at the big clock by the entrance and realized I
needed to get going.  Without exchanging a word we both walked toward the
locker-room.
	I walked to my locker and started to pull off my red swimsuit.
When I was naked I turned to head for the showers but stopped when I saw
Paul.  He was standing close by and frankly admiring me.  I felt the heat
of a blush suffusing my cheeks.  His eyes ran up and down my body,
lingering at my crotch.  The corners of his mouth turned up as he hooked
his thumbs into the waistband of his own suit.  Slowly, he lowered the
black material.  I was arrested by the sight as his curly golden pubic hair
was revealed, then the base of his cock.  It was thick and tanned the same
shade as the rest of him.  Soon his big balls were visible behind the shaft
as he continued stripping.  When the head of his cock finally emerged the
swimsuit was close to his knees.  The head looked big beneath its foreskin
and I was in awe of his gigantic dick.
	He shoved the suit down to below his knees quickly and stepped out
of it.  When he straightened from retrieving the scrap of cloth I realized
I was staring and rushed into the shower room.  I turned on the nearest
shower and stepped under the spray, keeping my eyes closed as I let the
water rinse over me.  I heard him follow me and the closest shower turn on.
I peeked over to my left and found Paul watching me as he ran a soapy hand
over his chest.  The hair of his body was matted down and made darker by
the water.  His muscles stood out in incredible relief and the pattern of
his body hair only served to emphasize them.
	We both knew I was staring at him and I felt the blood rushing into
my dick as it began to rise.  I snapped to attention, turning the water to
cold.  The temperature shocked me and brought me out of my trance.  I
didn't even wash; I just stood there for a few seconds until I couldn't
take it anymore.  I turned off the water and practically ran for my locker.
I barely dried off before dressing.  I left before Paul exited the shower.
	I barely made it to football practice on time after I'd stopped at
home to drop off my lifeguard stuff and pick up my football gear.  The
practice was long and grueling, especially since I couldn't concentrate.  I
kept thinking of Paul.  I kept reviewing him in my head.  He was so
handsome, masculine and strong.  His chest, how the muscles there didn't
bulge out, like mine, but curved sensuously against his body.  How his abs
were so defined beneath the mat of short, curly blond hair.  How his arms
were so thick and firm, like his meaty thighs.  And, of course, I thought
about that huge cock.  How could any man be so big there?
	After practice I called Christina to tell her I was exhausted and
wouldn't be able to meet up with her.  I went to bed early and pondered
what was going on with me.  I'd been attracted to guys before, but more
towards women.  I'd always had a girlfriend since I was in middle-school so
I'd never acted on those feelings.  I knew part of the reason why I'd
always been in a relationship was to keep me safe from ever experimenting.
	Once, while a sophomore in high-school, I'd jerked off with Jimmy
Butte while sleeping over at his house.  It had been pretty innocent and we
never spoke of it afterwards, and we never did it again.  That same year
I'd had a crush on one of the senior guys on my team and followed him
around like a puppy but it was more like hero worship.  The summer before
my senior year I'd worked at my uncle's farm and I'd been insanely
attracted to one of the farmhands.  He was really good looking.  He was
always teasing me about what a good kid I was and he got me drunk for the
first time.  But I'd always been afraid of letting any guy know what I felt
so I'd kept it hidden.
	Now this guy Paul had me going.  I laid in my bed, thinking about
Paul.  I wondered what it would feel like to have his big, hard body
pressed against mine.  What it would feel like to hold and stroke that huge
cock in my hand.  How it would feel to have that golden stubble rubbing
against my face while we kissed.  My cock got hard and I slowly stroked it.
I knew the mechanics of gay sex but I couldn't imagine how it would work.
Would he suck me and then I would do him?  If he let me fuck him would he
expect to fuck me?  I imagined his thick lips wrapped around my dick, his
blue-blue eyes staring up at me while he blew me.  I imagined running my
hands all over his magnificent body and I came hard.

	The next day I had to make myself get up.  I'd been plagued by
dreams about Paul, dreams where our bodies were pressed tightly together
and his deep voice rumbled in my ears.  I made my groggy way to work.  I
kept looking toward the entrance, hoping and dreading to see him at the
same time.  I tried my best to keep an eye on the people in the pool but it
wasn't my best day.  Luckily no one drowned.  I taught my class at noon.
When it was time to go I was glad Paul hadn't shown up, but angry about it
too.
	After practice I picked up Christina and we went out to dinner at
one of our favorite places.  She talked a lot about the girls in her
sorority and the other cheerleaders.  I only half paid attention and let
her ramble on, nodding occasionally.  She had to get back early for some
meetings about rush.  She wanted me to hang out in her room until she was
done but I said I had some stuff to do.  We made out in the driveway for
awhile and I was tempted to take her up on her offer, but the thought of
chilling in the sorority house was a major turn-off.
	I went home feeling a little lonely.  As I entered my apartment and
turned on the lights I found Paul sitting on my couch.  His presence
startled me and a choked cry escaped my lips.  How had he gotten in?
	"What the fuck?"  I leveled an accusing stare at him but he just
smiled at me.
	"Did you have a good day, Michael?"
	"How'd you get in here, Paul?  Why'd you even come here?"  His
smile disappeared and determination set in.
	"The time has come to stop playing games, Michael.  I desire you
and you desire me."  He said it with such assertiveness and conviction.
"You are mine tonight."  He stood and rounded the couch to advance on me.
I was suddenly scared and backed up to the door, feeling behind me for the
knob as he quickly closed the distance between us.
	"Back off, Paul."  I held one hand up ineffectively before him.  He
took my hand and laced our fingers together.  He used the hold to pull me
to him, his strength greater than mine.  He easily picked me up and carried
me to the bedroom.  I pushed at him and kicked my legs out but he held me
firm, one part of my mind disbelieving that he could so effortlessly carry
my considerable weight.
	He put me down on the mattress and lay atop me, pinning me.  He
held my arms by the wrists over my head and stared down at me.  I stopped
struggling and watched his eyes, trying to figure what would happen next.
	"Would you deny what we both know is true, Michael?"  I felt his
deep voice rumbling out of his chest against mine.  "I know you are
honorable.  You will tell me the truth now."  He watched me expectantly.
	"I can't deny that I'm attracted to you.  I am, but that doesn't
mean anything.  I'm not going to have sex with you."
	"Why not?  Are you afraid?"
	"No!  I'm not scared of anything.  I just... can't.  I mean... I'm
not gay, or anything."
	"Ah, Michael.  I had hoped you wouldn't be like this.  You're
trembling, you're so frightened.  You have nothing to fear from me."
	"Get the fuck off me!  I'm not fucking scared."
	"Then why can we not fuck?  Speak plainly to me now."  His words
sounded harsh and demeaning.  I found that I could no longer hold his gaze.
	"I've never done that... with a guy.  This isn't easy for me.  I
just don't want to do this, okay?  Now get off me."  He continued to pin me
and I let my eyes drift up to his.  He still looked determined but now I
could see the lust clearly reflected there.  It sparked my own and he must
have seen some sign of it because he started to lower his lips to mine.
	When our lips met it was like a mini-seizure coursed through me and
I gasped involuntarily, my lips opening.  Paul thrust his tongue into my
mouth at the invitation and heat bloomed in the pit of my stomach.  My dick
hardened painfully fast between us.  I felt unable to control myself as I
met his tongue with my own and I was soon wantonly kissing back.
	He released my hands and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pushing
my fingers into his curly hair to hold his head in place while I devoured
his lips and tongue with my own.  He rested his palms on either side of my
shoulders and eased some of his weight off me, pushing his legs between
mine.  I spread my legs wider and planted my feet on the bed to push my
crotch up against his.
	Paul was groaning as he met my kisses with bruising force, needy
sounds escaping my throat.  Suddenly he growled and pushed up to his knees,
breaking our embrace.  "I must release my flesh, these clothes are too
confining.  You are making me hard, Michael."  As he said this he reached
down and began unbuttoning his jeans.  He wasn't wearing any underwear and
he reached in to haul out his cock.  It was swollen and rising, the
foreskin pulling back.  It stuck out of his groin like an arm.
	He pulled his shirt off, revealing his awe-inspiring torso, and
smiled down at me.  He reached for my own jeans and easily yanked them off
me, lifting my legs into the air.  He put my calves over his shoulders and
pressed close to me as he ran his hands under my shirt and over my ribs.
When my T- shirt was under my arms he eased it over my head and off me
completely.  He lowered himself, bending me in half, and brought his lips
to mine.  I eagerly returned his kisses as he pressed our dicks between us
and began rutting against me.  I ran my hands up and down his back, feeling
the play of muscle as he pushed his hardening cock into my stomach.
	I didn't realize what he was doing at first but after a couple of
minutes he gradually changed our positions.  He moved lower while raising
my ass until his hard cock was pressed into the crack of my ass.  All my
weight was on my shoulders as he rubbed the giant shaft between my ass
cheeks.  It felt so good until I realized all at once what he was doing and
my heart stopped for a second.  This could not be happening.
	I pushed against his chest, trying not to let my fingers linger but
enjoying the feel of his warm skin and fur.  When he rose up with a
questioning look I rolled out from under him.  Backing up to the headboard
I grabbed a pillow to cover my raging cock and shield me from him.  I was
shaking my head back and forth, saying no over and over.
	He sat back with his knees slightly bent to look at me, his cock
sticking out and looking menacing.  He leveled a look of disgust at me and
I shivered at the anger in his gaze.  He really looked at me and his face
softened as he gave me an understanding smile.
	"Do not worry, Michael.  I could take what I want from you but I
would never do that.  What we do here is sacred.  I have not felt like this
for an eternity and I would not willingly hurt you.  You will enjoy this as
much as I do, I give you my word."
	"You want to fuck me with that?"  I waved a hand at his throbbing
erection, the domed head pointing right at me as big as my fist.
	"Yes, Michael.  I am going to fuck you.  It is the way of things,
and I believe it is in your nature to desire it.  Tell me you do not really
want that.  Look me in the eyes and tell me, let there be no barriers
between us."
	I looked from his mighty cock up to his eyes and found myself
mesmerized as I considered his words.  I found that I could not lie, not to
him and not to myself.  I did want him to fuck me.  My whole being yearned
to feel this man plunging deep inside me.  There was some primordial
connection between us, something I could not comprehend or disavow.  It
just was.  Yet my rational mind would not rest: progressing would change my
life forever and I wasn't sure I wanted to alter myself so radically.  I
thought of all the many ways this encounter would affect every aspect of my
life.
	"I want it, Paul.  I won't deny that."  I reached a hand out to
him, to let him know I was serious.  He met my hand between us and held it.
"But this isn't something I should do.  I'm scared.  Scared of you, of what
I'm feeling.  And I'm scared because I'm too inexperienced to do anything
with a guy who has a dick like that.  Fuck, this is crazy."
	"It will hurt, I would not lie to you.  However, Michael, you must
understand that it will also feel very good.  It will feel better than
anything you have ever experienced.  And after the first time it will never
be so painful again."
	"What about my girlfriend?  And football?  I don't want to be a
fag."  He'd almost convinced me but a niggling doubt still ate at my
thoughts.
	"Do not be a fool.  These things hardly matter, not if you examine
what you truly feel.  All my kind are now gay.  There is no shame in this.
Let me show you how wonderful it can be."  As he was saying the last he
pulled me to him and I let him.  My resistance and good-sense were
crumbling faster than I could rationalize why I should not do this.
	Paul pulled me onto his lap and I straddled his thighs as our lips
met in another passionate kiss.  We made out for a long time as he rubbed
my back and shoulders, relaxing me.  I played with his nipples as I felt
his chest and he groaned in appreciation.  Finally he broke our kisses and
cradled my face in one of his big hands, before speaking.
	"Touch my sex, Michael.  Taste it, enjoy it as you have not yet
done."
	His cock jutted up between us, coming almost to his pecs.  I'd
rubbed my body against it but he was right, I hadn't touched it.  I slid
back to admire it as he unfolded his legs and spread them to either side of
me.  He leaned back and rested on his elbows to watch me.  I was aware of
his scent, pungent and redolent of masculinity, it seemed to emanate from
the giant cock.
	Nervously I reached out and ran my hand up his length.  The skin
was hot and smooth.  I couldn't encompass it with one hand as I pulled it
up from his stomach.  It was hard as steel.  It had to be close to two feet
long and almost as thick as my forearm.  It just wasn't humanly possible to
have a dick like that.  The thought made my mind clear a bit.
	"Paul just what the fuck are you?"  I looked up from his cock to
his face.  He grimaced like he was in pain.  "No guy has a dick this big.
And how did you get in my place?  Or find out my name and where I work?"
He looked at me hard, then down to his dick which I was now using both
hands to stroke; silently commanding me to get back to what I'd been doing,
feeling.  I shook my head and looked down for a second so I felt less
self-conscious to whisper, "You said no more barriers, Paul."
	He moved on me quicker than I thought possible, tumbling me back to
be pinned underneath him again.  He left my hands free and I wrapped them
under his arms and held onto his shoulders while he moved his colossal cock
between us.  He pressed his lips to mine over and over but I refused to
open to him.  Finally he slowed his hips and pulled up to look down at me,
growling softly.
	"Silly human.  I could make you do whatever I want, you know this."
	"And I know you vowed you wouldn't ever do it to me again if I
stayed and talked to you at the coffee shop."
	"That was a foolish promise.  But I did give my word.  And I
promised not to hold anything back from you.  I must be losing my touch to
let a man have any advantage over me."  He shook his head and smiled
affectionately down at me.
	"So you aren't a man?"  I knew he wasn't yet I felt safe there in
his arms, pressed beneath him.
	"We were here before man, my people.  There are not many of us.  We
used to live here on the Earth and in a sense we still do.  Your long dead
ancestors used to worship us.  You would know me by the name Apollo, though
I have had many names.  Does that answer your questions?"
	"So you're a god?"  I was stunned and it was the first stupid thing
that fell out of my mouth.  He chuckled and pressed his lips to my forehead
for a second.
	"No.  I am no god.  We used to fancy ourselves as God's chosen
people back when we meddled in human affairs.  Now most of us choose to
believe that we are not, that maybe God has forsaken us or does not exist.
Very few of us have chosen to move on to the next realm and those who do
cannot come back.  We are powerful beings who can do many things, but I do
not know everything.  I cannot do or undo everything.  That is the truth,
Michael."
	"Why me, Paul, um... Apollo?"  I couldn't wrap my head around what
he was telling me.  I'd asked the first thing that popped into my head,
again, and I felt stupid that it was about me.
	"Michael..."  He chuckled again and pressed our cocks tight
together for a moment.  "Perhaps this is a conversation for another time.
If it were up to me it would have been.  Can you not chill and enjoy the
moment?"
	"I guess that sounds like a good idea.  I kind of feel better now,
knowing what I do.  Just promise me that you're not here to sacrifice me on
your big pagan cock."  I'd let my hands run down to his ass as I spoke and
I squeezed and kneaded the firm flesh.
	He laughed outright at this, loud and deep.  Then his face turned
serious, "I am here to share pleasure with you.  I want you to know that
you are doing this of your own volition.  I am not compelling or forcing
you with my power.  Tell me you understand this and still wish for me to
take you."
	"I understand.  I meant that it makes me feel better that I'm
turning gay for a god, that's all."  The smile lit his face again before he
kissed me long and hard.  As we dueled with our tongues I cocked my legs up
and wrapped them around his waist.  I was ready to surrender to him in any
way he desired.
	Long minutes later he rolled us over so that I sat astraddle his
perfect body.  Pressing me to sit up with his palms on my chest he spoke
quietly, "Return to your examination of my cock.  I would not have you fear
it in any way."  I scooted down to sit over his thighs and reached for the
mighty manhood.  Paul, I couldn't think of him as Apollo now, brought his
arms up to rest behind his head and watch me.
	I felt over the entire length, using both hands.  I pushed the
foreskin up over the head again and again, amazed by the extra skin.  I
pinched the overhang gently, loving the feel of the delicate skin.  Some
pre-come started to ooze out of the wide hole.  I retracted the foreskin
and bent my head.  It was time to go for broke.  I lapped my tongue over
the slit, catching the liquid there, and sat up to taste it.  It was sweet
and just a little musky.  It tasted like sex and made my own cock start to
leak.  `Nectar of the gods' raced through my head.
	I bent my head again and this time I lapped over the whole of the
head before kissing the tip, forcing some of my tongue into it.  Paul
groaned, loud, beneath me as I frenched and fucked his cock with my tongue.
I pulled the foreskin up and licked the head beneath its soft covering.  I
let it fall back onto his stomach and pulled his balls up from his thighs.
They were like two big eggs in the soft, hairy sack and I handled them with
care, feeling them.  I scooted down further and brought my face down to
them where I licked and fondled them.
	I moved back up onto his thighs and bent to lick his cock from the
base to the head.  I pulled it up and tried to force the head into my
mouth.  My jaw immediately started to ache with the strain as it popped in.
Just the head was too much, suffocating.  I pulled off and used one hand to
massage my jaw while I stared at it in consternation.
	"Michael, you cannot take it like that yet.  Do not worry."  I
looked up at his smiling face and grinned.
	"Come on, Paul.  This is killing me.  We need to start doing
something, my dick can't get any harder.  I'm not afraid of this."  I
stroked his cock.  "I think the anticipation is what's starting to get to
me."
	"Very well.  Give me another kiss first."  I gladly complied,
taking the lead this time.  Paul rolled us over again.  This time he pulled
my legs up to wrap around him.  Slowly he let our kiss die down before
sitting up.  He held my legs open until he was staring down at me then
placed my feet on his chest.
	"You are beautiful, Michael.  The most beautiful man I have ever
seen, and I have seen many.  It is time to prepare you."  He held out a
hand and a bottle of olive oil appeared there.  I was stunned, but only for
a second.
	Paul put the jar on the bed beside us.  He ran his big hands up and
down my legs.  He leaned forward with his hands on the back of my thighs
and kissed me hard and quick.  He kept me bent as he straightened and used
his hold on my legs to tilt my ass up higher.
	As he moved lower, still holding my legs up and back, I wasn't sure
what to expect.  I was shocked when his mouth made contact with my ass.  At
first he just rubbed his chin up and down the crack, letting his rough
stubble scratch over the sensitive skin.  Then he kissed my opening, both
of us moaning at the intimate contact.  He lapped his tongue over the spot
and a shiver raced up and down my spine.  He growled and did it again
before pushing the tip into me.
	I froze from the soft invasion, disbelieving that I could be so
ignorant to the incredible pleasure I felt there.  As his tongue gently
pushed deeper I fell out of my stupor and writhed as he just kept going.  I
tensed the muscles of my hole and squeezed his tongue, causing the
sensations to heighten even more.  I grabbed my legs at my ankles and
spread them wider, holding on in anticipation of what was to come.
	Soon I felt Paul's finger moving into the saliva-slick passage
alongside his tongue.  It seemed incredibly thick and I grunted as it moved
deeper.  He pushed in completely and pulled back a little to watch as he
breached my virgin chute.  He dove back in and started licking again.
Fucking me with his finger he felt along my insides until he hit a spot
that made me gurgle and gasp for air.
	"Fuck what is that?"  He didn't answer me but I could feel his
chuckle against my ass.  He pulled back again and spit in my crack before
he pushed a second finger in.  The stretch was intense and almost painful
as he went back to licking around and into my stuffed hole.  He used his
fingers to fuck me, hitting that spot each time he pushed in, and opening
them to stretch me.  I started moaning and whimpering, wanting more.
	God, I couldn't believe how responsive I felt, how much I wanted
more of the pressure inside me.  He was making me feel better, sexier and
more alive with each passing moment.  It was like he worshipped my ass with
his mouth and fingers until I started begging for more.  He looked up at me
with a cocky grin and moved up to kneel before me.
	"Mmm, I like the way you sound, the way you beg for me Michael."
He grabbed the bottle beside us with his free hand.  He looked so hot
there, bracketed by my wide open legs, with his fingers softly playing my
ass.  One-handed he unscrewed the cap and drizzled the fresh-smelling
liquid over his inserted fingers, using them to fuck the oil into me.
	The lubrication made my ass feel hot and spongy inside.  He slipped
in a third finger and it only felt wonderful.  When he had all three deep
inside me he twisted his hand a couple times and I nearly choked at the
intense sensation.  He pulled his fingers part way out and spread them,
stretching me wider than ever.  It stung but I stared at his giant cock
looming up between us and knew I had much further to go.
	He fucked me wider for a few moments before withdrawing his big
hand.  He tilted my ass higher with one knee at my lower back and poured
some of the oil directly onto my hole, using two fingers to spread my ass
lips and force the stuff inside.  Then he poured a puddle of oil into his
palm and leaned over to set the bottle on the table.  He used both hands to
slick the oil all over his cock, making it glisten.
	He brought both hands to my ass and stuck the first two fingers
from each hand into me.  I growled at the sudden pressure and pulled my
legs wider, trying to open my ass more.  Starting slowly he gradually began
pumping them into me.  As he worked his fingers faster he also started to
pull at the edges, opening me more and more.  I concentrated on the warmth
of his palms against my ass cheeks and the expressions playing across his
face.  I saw pride, tenderness and awe there.
	At some point he added another finger, and maybe another, I wasn't
sure as all I could feel was the stretching and the intense pleasure he was
causing me.  His fingers were moving in and out faster and faster, making
squishing sounds that somehow turned me on even more.  It was becoming more
than I could bear, "Please, Paul, please.  Give me your cock.  I can't take
anymore of this, please."
	Without warning he almost hopped further down the bed and pointed
his cock to my target.  He thrust the head into me.  I didn't have any time
to anticipate it, or tense for the merciless pain of his penetration.  I
howled as every muscle in me locked tight, it felt like I was being split
in two.
	Paul held me as I groaned and wiggled on his cock, squeezing
uncontrollably, but not letting me work my way off of it.  Gradually I grew
accustomed to the awesome invasion and my pained groans turned into moans
of pleasure.  Patiently he worked more of his dick into me until he could
lean over me and kiss me.  I felt so full that I couldn't imagine he would
be able to get more into me.  I eased under his passionate kissing,
relaxing enough to take more through the tight passage of my guts.
	I figured I had about half of him inside me when I felt more pain
in my belly.  I pushed against his chest and he halted his momentum.
Moving with caution he held my gaze and pulled some of his cock back.  It
felt incredible and I made soft sounds in the back of my throat as I closed
my eyes to savor the new sensations emanating from my ass.
	What felt like an eternity later, when just the head was inside me,
he reclaimed the oil and poured more onto his cock and the juncture of our
bodies.  He eased back into me, going deeper.  He had a hold of my legs and
I grabbed my ass cheeks, pulling them apart to try and open the way for
him.  My mouth hung open in shock as he moved further into virgin
territory.
	He was deep in my guts now as I ineffectively tried to tighten the
muscles in my hole to halt him.  It didn't hurt so much as it felt achy and
uncomfortable, an immense pressure that wouldn't abate.  Yet I trusted him
not to hurt me, to know my limits.  Determinedly he pressed on until his
giant shaft was buried in me to his balls.  My hole was on fire, he was
thickest at the base, and my whole body ached.  I would have begged him to
stop but it felt too good.  Submitting to him and holding his huge cock
inside of me felt right in a way I couldn't fathom.
	He held his position inside of me and brought my legs to drape over
his shoulders as he pressed down and resumed kissing me.  There was no more
getting used to his monstrous dick so I just held onto him and let him kiss
me.  He eased some small portion of the shaft from inside me and gently
punched it back in.  The feeling was too intense for words and I came
suddenly and forcefully, covering both of our chests and stomach in the
hot, sticky fluid.  It mixed with our sweat as I moved beneath him.
	When my orgasm finally ended Paul started fucking me.  He was slow
and gentle at first, rocking into me with just a few inches.  Quickly,
though, he moved into a faster, punishing rhythm.  He was using more than
half of his cock and hammering into me.  It was the most glorious feeling
as this god fucked me hard.  Another orgasm quaked through me, but
different than any I'd ever had as it seemed to originate in my ass and
guts.  The pleasure was blinding and unending until I thought I'd die from
it.
	I felt something let go inside me, some vital piece of me, like a
pop I could feel but not hear.  It was agony but couldn't outweigh the
pleasure I found on his cock.  I realized I was begging Paul to fuck me
harder and faster without even realizing I was doing it.  All reason had
left me.  I stared into his deep blue eyes, so filled with lust and love,
and gave my life over to him.  Something unexplainable passed between us
with that look and he raised his pelvis high into the air, his dick ripping
out of me, and plunged fully back into me.  I screamed louder than I
thought possible and come poured out of my hard dick.  I felt the tidal
wave of his own eruption inside me as he tilted his head back and howled in
possession.  I felt flooded with his hot come, bloating my viscera.
	As we both came down I started sobbing.  Paul slowly eased his long
dick out of me and rolled me over to hold me tight against him.  I could
feel some of his come leaking out of my open, swollen hole.  He soothed me
with one hand over my flank, shushing me.
	"Do not worry, Michael.  I have given you a gift as you have given
me.  You will be well.  Sleep now and be at peace."  As he spoke I felt his
hand pass over my eyes and almost instantly I passed out.

	I woke up to soft lips kissing and nuzzling against my jaw and ear.
My first thought was "Christina", but only for a second.  With the feel of
stubble around the lips and the hot length of cock pressed to my ass and
back I quickly realized that it wasn't my girlfriend.  The experience of
the previous night flooded back into my conscious mind and I groaned.  I
rolled over in Paul's arms and pressed my lips to his, throwing one leg
over his hips to press our bodies together just as tightly.
	My body ached to feel him inside me again, my insides actually
throbbed to feel him deep inside me.  It was crazy, especially after the
pain I'd endured last night.  I groaned into his open mouth before pulling
away to look into his eyes.  Paul held my chin as we stared at one another.
Finally it became too much and I had to break the tension somehow.
	"Paul, I need you to fuck me."  I ground my hard cock against his,
watching his mouth go slack.  "I don't understand it.  I could swear you
broke something inside me last night.  But I don't care, I need you so
bad."
	"Ah, my sweet little mortal, I need you too.  But you have no need
to worry.  I can give you one gift and I have done so.  When I spilled my
seed in you it worked a slight change in your body.  You will find that you
are more responsive and better able to accommodate my cock."
	"Then what are we waiting for?"  He chuckled and leaned back in to
kiss me.  This kiss immediately turned from soft and romantic to hard and
plundering.  I gasped as he took possession of my mouth with his and rolled
me under him.  Without pausing Paul took hold of my legs and rolled my hips
up.  He pulled his hips far back and centered the head of his cock at my
hole.  In one thrust he buried half the hard cock in my ass.  I cried out
against his lips as the pain seared into me.
	The pain passed quickly and I realized that I had been expecting
much worse.  As I relaxed in his embrace he let the rest of his cock sink
into me.  The pressure mounted until he was seated to the base and I
shuddered all over, overwhelmed by the immensity of his cock.
	Paul gave me a moment to adjust, running his tongue along my teeth
to distract me, before pulling back to look at me.  "How do you feel,
Michael?"  I stared up at him, my mouth agape in astonishment.
	"Michael, are you okay?"  The concern grew on his face so I tried
to collect my wits.
	"I feel incredible.  Shit, Paul, I can't believe how good it feels!
It barely hurt and you're in me so deep..."
	"That is good, Michael.  The gift is working as I expected.  I
believe you might be ready for me to really fuck you."
	"Wait, so what we did last night wasn't really fucking?"  He shook
his head, a small grin turning up the ends of his lips.  "Holy fuck.  I
can't wait to see this."
	"I won't make you wait, Michael."
	With those words Paul proceeded to show me how a god fucks.  He
kept me pinned beneath him, my legs draped over his shoulders, as he
mercilessly thrust into me.  He held my wrists above my head as he growled
and pounded into me.  My dick hardened until it felt like it would burst.
The sensations inside of my ass intensified and my climax rocked through me
after only a few minutes.  Hot come spewed out of me and drenched both our
torsos.
	I cried out and writhed beneath him as Paul powered his cock in and
out of me through the most intense orgasm of my life.  When I came down
from the heights of my orgasm I pulled my hands out of Paul's grip and ran
them over his chest and abs, rubbing my come into the hair and skin.  He
leaned down to kiss me as he rotated his hips in a circular motion and set
me aflame again.
	When our lips finally broke apart I was panting, my cock hard as
ever.  In one swift move Paul withdrew from me and his cock popped free of
my hole.  I gasped, mourning the loss and aching from the emptiness.  In an
easy move his flipped me over and pulled me onto my knees.  He stabbed his
cock back into me part way, making me cry out again.  He held my hips as he
began using just the huge head of his cock to fuck me.  Over and over he
withdrew, only to ram back into me, making the ring of muscles at my
entrance snap over the flared rim.  I was in ecstasy, babbling and begging
him to fuck me.
	When I thought I would go crazy from the intense sensations Paul
plunged his dick all the way into me.  My mouth dropped open and I could
barely breathe as he mounted me, senseless with pleasure.  He fucked me
harder than I would have thought possible.  He would use his hold on my
hips to pull my ass back to meet each forward thrust, making my entire body
shake with the force of his fucking.  My body accepted the rough hammering
he was giving me and I found more pleasure in each violent thrust.
	He sank into me again and again as a new feeling washed over me,
one emanating from my ass.  A second orgasm rocked me but I didn't come.
All the muscles in my hole went into spasm as this new orgasm ripped
through me, making me scream.  Bliss radiated from my battered hole and
guts in waves that grew in intensity and lasted minutes.  I was vaguely
aware that Paul was dumping what felt like gallons of come into me and
roaring behind me but everything was secondary to what I was feeling in my
own body.
	Paul wrapped me in his arms and pulled me up to press me against
his front.  He was hot as a furnace and his cock throbbed deep inside me.
He held me until the last waves of orgasm receded from us both.  I clenched
the muscles of my ass around his cock, we were both still hard, and felt
his come leaking from the seal of my body around his.
	He began gently rocking against me as I moaned and he nipped at the
skin of my shoulders.  He eased my legs out in front of us then held them
firmly behind each thigh.  He lifted me up as I leaned back against him
until his head stretched the entrance of my chute then let me sink back
down.  He repeated this action a couple of times before he pressed my legs
back to my chest and stomach.  He wrapped his arms around me, pressed in
half against him, and began hammering his dick into me.  He moved me bodily
as he pumped up into me.  His come squelched from inside me with each
meeting of his hips to my ass.
	I felt so full of his cock and come.  I begged him to fuck me
harder so he pulled me completely off his cock and laid me before him.  He
moved off the bed and pulled me to stand before him.  He pressed his lips
to mine as we hugged and caressed each other, his slimy cock pressed
between us.
       When we separated moments later he spun me around easily and made me
bend over the bed.  I felt him behind me and then he shoved his cock back
into me.  He fucked me hard again, holding me up when my knees grew weak,
as I sobbed and groaned against the mattress.  Just as I felt I was about
to reach another orgasm he pressed deeply into me and held still.  Slowly
he rotated me on his cock until I was lying with my back on the bed.  He
held one of my ankles in each hand.  He started fucking again, pulling my
legs wide.
       As he increased the tempo of his thrusting he slid his hands down my
legs until he reached the juncture of my thighs.  He held me in place there
and split my legs open as wide as they would go.  He plundered my hole with
his massive cock and I came again without shooting.  When the waves of
pleasure finally passed Paul seated himself deeply inside me again.  He
bent and gathered me to him, holding me tight as I wrapped my arms and legs
around him.
       He picked me up off the bed and carried me to the bedroom wall.  He
pressed my back to it, pinning me there, and pulled my legs from around his
waist to press between us against his chest.  He almost fucked me through
the wall.  There was in impression of my body in the drywall when he moved
us back to the bed where he laid back so that I could ride him, my feet
planted firmly on either side of his hips.
       It went on for hours.  I don't even know how many times I came on
the inside but I know I shot off at least four times.  Paul came inside me
a number of times as he fucked me in every position and on every surface in
that room.  I loved everything he did to me.  When he finally withdrew his
cock for the last time a torrent of his seed washed out of me and we were
both covered in sweat and sperm.  I passed out as he held me in his arms on
the come-soaked mattress.

       I woke to the smell of food.  I glanced at the clock to find that it
was early afternoon.  I was just getting ready to jump out of bed and call
my boss at the pool when Paul walked in.  He was carrying an enormous tray
of food.  It smelled so good that it made my stomach growl.  He set the
food on the end of the bed and swept his arm over it, presenting it to me.
       "God, that looks good.  But Paul, I'm really late for work.  I've
gotta call my boss."
       "There is no cause for concern.  I have called you in sick for work
and your football obligations.  I told them that I was your doctor.  All
you have to worry about is what you wish to eat."
       He was still as naked as me and I could barely tear my eyes away
from him.  But I was so hungry I looked toward the food as Paul handed me a
plate.  There was an amazing selection of foods so I piled my plate with
everything that looked good and set to eating it.  Paul joined me and began
helping himself.  He fed me bites of meats and fruits when I wasn't wolfing
down the contents of my plate.
       I noticed that he'd somehow cleaned the room while I slept.  The
mattress was warm and dry under me where it had been soaked in come.  Every
surface was wiped down and gleaming with no trace of the mess of bodily
fluids we'd left everywhere.  When I finally felt satisfied I sighed
contentedly and Paul pulled me over to lean back against him between his
legs.
       "I need a shower, Paul."  The hairs on the backs and insides of my
thighs were glued to the skin by Paul's come and the crease of my ass was
swampy.  "Let's go shower together."  I felt his cock firming up behind me
and a tingle started in my ass.
       "That sounds like a wonderful idea, Michael."  I could hear the
chuckle in his voice.
       "You just want to fuck me again."  I turned in his arms to look at
him.
       "Michael, I could literally fuck you all day.  There is something
about you... I just cannot seem to satisfy my lust for you.  Come and let
me bathe you."  With that he picked me up in his arms and carried me to the
bathroom.  I'm far from little and a shiver went through me at the power he
so casually displayed.
       Paul cleaned me and I cleaned him as we both became fully rigid.
Once we'd finished he leaned me against the tile wall and proceeded to
pound his cock into me until we both came, me twice.  Then he cleaned my
ass and led me back to the bedroom to dry one another.  The food had
disappeared.
       "Michael, we need to talk.  I am going to take us somewhere and I do
not want you to be frightened."  He was looking at me very seriously and I
nodded my head.  I stared into his eyes and as I blinked we were somewhere
else.  I looked around at a deserted tropical beach, palm trees and big
leafy plants swaying against the white sand.
       "Where are we, Paul?"  I looked around to be sure that no one saw us
as he held me naked.
       "We are alone.  There is no human in hundreds of miles.  We can talk
very privately here."
       "What do we need to talk about?  Are you leaving?"
       "No, Michael.  Well, not really.  I am spending the rest of today
and tonight with you but on the morrow I will be leaving you for a short
time.  I need time to reflect and think about things.  There is a hidden
temple where I will retire."  He let go of me and took my hand, leading me
to walk along the beach beside him.
       "How long will you be gone?"  I gripped his big hand firmly in mine.
I couldn't help but stare at his easy grace, the muscles moving so
invitingly, as we walked along.  I noticed that he was studying me just as
intently.
       "Not long, a day.  Maybe two days.  I must make some decisions about
what is happening between you and I.  There are a great many things to be
considered.  While I am gone I would wish for you to live your life as
though nothing has changed.  When I return we will discuss our options."
       "You sound so serious, Paul.  I don't understand what we're talking
about."  I stopped him and pulled his hand to my chest, making him face me.
       "There is a bond between us, Michael.  I have never encountered such
a thing and I wish to explore it with you.  I think I have fallen in love
for the first time in an eternity."  My heart pounded at his words and my
skin flushed hot.
       "Fuck, Paul.  I don't know what to say, except... I think I love you
too.  I know I don't want to think about being away from you, even for a
day.  How can this be?"  He was looking so intently into my eyes as he
answered me.
       "Your soul calls to mine.  This has happened to others of my kind
but not often.  I never thought it would happen to me.  I would never hurt
you yet I must leave you a little while.  There are consequences to
whatever we do next and I must consider everything carefully without
distraction.  And you, my beautiful mortal, distract me more than I can
express."
       	He pulled me back into his arms and bent his lips to mine.  We
shared a slow and passionate kiss that ignited both of us.  It felt like
hours later when he laid me down on the sand and eased his giant cock into
me.  He made love to me, slow and gentle, as we kissed and caressed one
another.  As the sun set we both ached for release and Paul eased me into a
driving rhythm that had me screaming out with each long lunge he took.  I
relinquished all control in our private haven and yelled out in primal
ecstasy as he did the same while he fucked me.
       When we both shattered into orgasm at the same time Paul held me
through it.  He rolled us over so that I was laying atop him with his firm
dick still planted deeply inside me.  Resting my head on his shoulder I
sighed in utter contentment and closed my eyes.
       I woke up sometime later to Paul kissing me.  His dick was hard and
hot inside me still as he rotated his hips, making me ache for more.  He
pulled out, making me gasp, and moved me into a new position.  I howled at
the moon and billions of stars as he fucked me like a dog, taking me hard
and deep.  I came almost instantly.  I was not so content to let him
control the fucking after I'd come.  I pulled off his dick and turned.  I
made him lay on his back and I climbed on to ride him, telling him not to
move.  We went at it for hours as the moon crossed the sky.  At one point I
clung to the low branch of a tree while he held my hips, my feet not
touching the ground, as he skewered me over and over.  It was even better
than before and I began to have one internal orgasm after another.  My
world devolved to nothing but the man holding me and the insane pleasure of
his massive cock inside me.

       The next time I awoke I was back in my own bed.  There was a tray of
pastries on the table beside the bed and the enticing aroma of fresh coffee
coming from a large carafe.  I was alone.  I sat up, sore from the night's
exertions, and a gush of Paul's warm come ran out of me.  I moaned despite
myself at the reminder of the incredible fuck.
       I ate a few croissants with my coffee before heading to the
bathroom.  I could feel Paul's come still sloshing around inside me.  I
closed the door and examined myself in the full-length mirror behind it.  I
looked the same and I flexed my muscles to prove to myself that I was still
me.  I turned, embarrassed at myself, and spread my legs.  I looked between
them to study my asshole.  The fine hairs in the crack were matted down and
wet.  As I watched a stream of come trickled out and ran down over my
balls.  The lips were a little red and swollen, bruised looking.  My hole
was elongated and loose until I clenched it a couple times and it seemed to
go back to normal.  I moved to the toilet and tried to expel as much of
Paul's hot seed as I could.  When I felt empty I went and took a shower.
       I packed my bag and headed to the pool as I reviewed the past couple
days' events over and over.  As the summer was winding down and school
would soon start there were more people at the pool than normal.  There
were the usual parents and sitters with their kids, the teenagers and
seniors.  I relaxed on my high chair, determined to keep my mind on work.
Physically I felt fine, better than normal, and wondered what Paul had done
to me and where he was.
       Not too long after opening my personal nightmare showed up.  His
name was Keith, probably sixteen or seventeen years old, he and his buddies
would come to the pool a couple times a week.  Invariably he stressed me
out the whole time he was present.  He and his friends would terrorize the
younger kids, act like fools and break every rule they could get away with.
I sighed to myself, knowing this was going to be a long day.
       I kept my sunglasses on so I could watch Keith and his friends
without being too obvious.  I couldn't figure out why they had to come to
my pool and be such pains in my ass.  Keith was a really good looking kid,
pretty buff for high-school with dark hair and light eyes.  He was as tall
as me and probably still growing.  I wondered that he didn't have a
girlfriend to occupy his time.
       A couple hours later when they'd pushed a third kid into the pool
and she started wailing to her mom I called Keith and his friends over.
Giving them my sternest look I lectured them on pool etiquette and rules.
I warned them that if anything else happened I'd kick them out for the rest
of the summer.  They all nodded and promised, looking sincere but I knew it
was lip-service.
       The rest of the day went pretty smoothly and I was looking forward
to my relief showing up any minute.  I was watching a couple of the
retirees doing laps in the deep end, zoning out while I wondered when Paul
would be back.  There was a commotion toward the back and I turned to see
Keith push a girl, about his age, into the deep end.  She hit her arm hard
on the edge as she fell in and started to sink.  She must have hurt it
because she couldn't stay afloat as she cradled it against her chest.  I
blew the whistle to clear the pool and alert my coworkers that something
was wrong.  I leapt into the pool and swam up behind her.  As I was pulling
her up to hold her she was thrashing and managed to connect her good elbow
with my nose.  I felt the dull throb and pressure, knew it was bleeding,
and hoped it hadn't been broken.
       I pulled the girl and myself out of the pool.  A couple of the other
pool employees were already there to help and checked the girl and her arm.
Luckily she was ok, just bruised and shocked.  I held a towel to my face
while I watched to make sure she was going to be alright.  My nose had
stopped bleeding and felt better.  I saw my replacement, Jane, as she made
her way over to us.  Wanting to get the hell out of there I gave her a
brief rundown of what had happened.  Keith and his friends weren't around
so she said she'd keep an eye out.  I grabbed my stuff and headed for the
showers.
       I quickly rinsed, washed and toweled off.  I wrapped the towel
around my waist and went out to my locker.  As I pulled out my football
stuff I heard someone walking up behind me.  I looked over my shoulder to
see Keith.  He still had on his bathing suit and this close I couldn't help
but notice the fuzz of light hair just beginning to grow on his chest, it
was cute.  I glared at him as he walked up, his eyes downcast.  As I stood
he crossed his arms over his well-defined chest and planted his feet.
       "Kid, I don't even want to hear it.  You know you could have really
hurt her."  He finally lifted his eyes to meet mine and a blush crept over
his cheeks.
       "I know.  I wanted to apologize.  I don't know why I act so stupid
around girls.  Please don't kick me out for good.  School starts next week
and then I won't be back and I'll probably have to get a job next summer so
I promise nothing like that will happen again."
       "Listen, you can't get away with doing something like that.  I
already told my boss what happened and it'll be up to him if you and your
friends are allowed back in."  I turned around and pulled off my towel to
get dressed.  I pulled up my boxers, waiting for Keith to say something or
walk away.  When nothing happened I looked back to see him watching me,
lost in concentration.  I pivoted on my feet and Keith jumped, startled.
Our eyes met and I knew suddenly, Keith was gay and he'd been checking me
out.  He flushed and I couldn't help glancing down his body.
       His dick was hard and pressing out against the thin fabric of his
trunks, surprisingly big.  I looked up, expecting him to apologize or run
away.  Instead he smirked at me, uncrossing his arms and sweeping a hand
towards his groin.  He'd caught me looking.
       "Like what you see?"  He put his hands on his hips and stuck out his
crotch.  My mouth went dry, blood rushing to my dick, while this cocky kid
confronted me.
       "Tell me."  His voice had dropped deeper and he ran a hand over his
stomach up to his chest where his palm lingered over one nipple.  "You were
checking out my dick."  My ass clenched and an itch started deep inside me
while he spoke, "I've got a big one.  I've fucked a couple guys..."  He
reached out and put his hand on my chest, over my heart.  "I know how to do
it, and I know you want it."  He grabbed his dick by the base, outlining it
under the fabric, while he squeezed.  My eyes were drawn down almost
against my will and he did have a big cock.  My ass throbbed with need.
       I looked back at his face, his cocky grin and knowing eyes.  I
wanted this kid to fuck me right there on the locker-room floor and the
realization brought back my sense.  I stepped back, breaking contact, and
glared at him while I fought to get my breathing back to normal.  "Get the
fuck out of here, Keith.  If I see you at this pool again I'll throw your
ass out myself.  Go!"  He looked dazed and hurt but turned and fled.
       While I finished dressing I wondered what was wrong with me, I'd
almost just let some high- school kid fuck me in a public place and I
really wanted it.  Still wanted it.  I practically ran out of there and
headed for football practice.
       The practice itself went really well.  I felt more graceful, more in
control of my body than I can ever remember.  I left the field feeling good
and confident.  In the locker-room it was a different story.  I couldn't
help but pay attention to all the other guys in a way I never had before.
As my team mates undressed I tried my hardest not to stare but I watched
out of the corner of my eye as they disrobed.  I'd never realized how hot
some of them were.
       I undressed quickly and headed straight to the showers.  A couple
guys were already in there and the sight of them washing themselves froze
me in place.  I had never realized what a big cock Donny had, or how cut
Tyrone's abs were.  My dick started to fill and my ass throbbed.  I knew
what was happening and turned around.  I barely dressed and ran to get out
of there.
       I felt better when I got back to my apartment.  There were a couple
messages from Christina but I ignored them and went out to get a burrito
from a Chipotle down the block, starved.  I ate my dinner while I logged
onto the internet to check my profiles.  There wasn't anything new so I
searched Apollo and read as much as I could find about my absent god.  I
found out I pretty much knew more than I thought.  Most of it was probably
myth anyway, I could find out the truth from Paul.
       I watched tv for a little while but it had been a long day and I was
feeling tired so I decided to go to bed.  Even though my balls should have
been empty from the night before I still couldn't help but handle my dick
as I reviewed recent events in my head.  I thought of Paul and his perfect
body, his big hands and his humongous cock.  I remembered the way he'd
taken control and fucked me into oblivion, manipulating my body into
whatever position he'd wanted me and had wrung every ounce of pleasure from
me.
       As I remembered the feeling of him inside me I spread my legs and
ran the fingers of one hand along the crease of my ass.  It wasn't long
before I was fingering myself and it wasn't much longer before I had half
my hand pressing into my hole.  My ass was throbbing in time with my cock
and my heartbeat.  I was hungry to be penetrated and fucked.  I stroked my
dick with my other hand and recalled the way Paul made me feel.  More than
anything I wished that he was there with me and I called to him in my mind.
       A soft breeze washed over me, smelling of rain.  I heard a soft
chuckle and opened my eyes to find Paul standing over me beside the bed.
He was already naked and his cock twitched while he watched me splayed out
on the bed with my legs spread and one hand on my dick and the other mostly
in my ass.
       "Have you missed me, Michael?"  He smiled at me indulgently and it
kind of pissed me off.  I sat up in the bed and pushed back to lean against
the headboard.
       "Where've you been?  And what did you do to me exactly?  Wait `til I
tell you what happened to me today.  And yes I did miss you but..."  He
held up a hand to cut me off and sat down next to me on the bed.
       "First, Michael, we both need some relief then there will be time
for questions and answers."  He pulled me down to the middle of the bed and
pushed me back.  Immediately he climbed on top of me and pressed his lips
to mine.  His dick was almost fully hard and pressed against mine between
our bodies.  I didn't have any desire to fight him and I submitted eagerly
to him.  At that moment I needed a little relief more than anything.
       Our sweet kiss quickly devolved into a passionate mating of our
mouths.  I drew my legs up and spread them wider to wrap around his hips.
I locked my ankles behind his back and used my arms to press his body to
mine as hard as I could.
       "I need you now, Paul."  Breaking our lip lock I confessed my desire
and loved the smile that broke out on his face.  He was so sexy with his
half grin, his white teeth peeking out.  He maneuvered himself until he
could find my entrance with his large tool.  In one long thrust he embedded
himself completely as I called out in pain and pleasure.  He didn't give me
any time to get used to him but immediately began fucking me.
       He took me hard and fast while I could only writhe and moan under
him.  He caught my lips again and kissed me wildly as he pounded his cock
into me.  My orgasm came swiftly and I was shooting sperm all over both of
us.  He wasn't far behind and I felt him flooding me before I had a chance
to come down, prolonging my ecstasy.
       Paul eased his softening dick from my hole then laid down beside me
so that we were facing one another.  I moved closer to him and took his
cock and placed it to hold between my thighs.  I squeezed it with my legs
as we smiled at each other.
       "I missed you, Michael."  He gave me a sweet small kiss.  "While I
would like to take you again, now, there are things we must discuss."  He
ran his hand up and down my arm.
       "Paul, I need to know what you did to me.  You wouldn't believe the
day I had."  I proceeded to tell him about Keith at work and how I felt in
the locker room after practice.  "It wasn't like I just thought they were
looking good.  It was like... I don't know, like I could have begged them
to fuck me.  I've never felt like that.  Is it just because I've had sex
with a guy for the first time?  Or did you do something to my ass that
first time?"  I stared into his eyes, letting my concern show clearly and
hoping he'd tell me not to worry.
       "My beautiful Michael.  It may be my fault partially.  I wanted to
make things easier and better for you.  I made your body more durable,
healthier and more efficient.  I added nerve endings and changed the tissue
inside your rectum and colon so that you would have more sensation there
and enjoy the act of being fucked more.  I intended that should you become
aroused the tissue would swell slightly with blood and the natural mucus
you produce inside would increase so that you would have less need of other
lubrication.  I put the muscles there under more voluntary control and
strengthened all your tissues so you could not be ruptured or torn inside."
       "Mother fucker!  So you made my ass into a pussy."  I wasn't sure
how to feel.  I was mad but I knew how necessary some of what he'd done
was, he'd probably kill me if he fucked me before.  And I had to admit, to
myself at least, that I loved getting fucked.  And it wasn't just a
physical reaction, it turned me on unbelievably to submit to Paul.
       He sighed deeply before speaking, "Michael, in some ways you are
correct.  I wanted only to make our mating easier and more enjoyable for
you.  I also made your body able to heal quickly, immune to disease and
stronger.  There are so many things I want for us.  That is why I had to go
away.  I am used to having much more time to make decisions, centuries
sometimes.  I needed to think deeply and meditate on our choices.  I know
what I desire, now, but I must let you help me to decide."
       "What kind of decisions do we have to make?  Tell me what's on your
mind.  I'm not sure how I feel about the changes you've made to my body,
but I don't want you to leave me.  More than anything I want you in my
life.  I love you, Paul."
       "And I love you, Michael.  This does not happen often for my kind
but it has happened in the past, as I told you before.  Our souls, or our
essences, share some bond that cannot be denied.  It is our love."  He gave
me another small kiss before continuing.  "I would wish for you to return
with me to my home after we have spent some time together here."
       "That sounds nice.  Where is your home?  Up on a mountain?"  He
chuckled.
       "Olympus is real.  It is a part of this world, this universe, yet
separate.  It is a pocket reality that we created where we can find refuge
and remain apart.  Many years ago we all made a pact.  Our various actions
in the human world were hindering the growth of your species.  We all acted
with impunity, uncaring of how we affected this world.  When it became
obvious that we were abusing our abilities and becoming a detriment we
gathered and made rules.
       "Think of the progress mankind has made in the last couple thousand
years, especially compared to the hundred thousand years before that.  It
is obvious that we made the right choice by withdrawing and limiting
ourselves.  I would not change it.
       "Using all our powers we created Olympus and made the wards that
would not allow us to break any of the rules we all agreed to abide by.  We
can give one boon to a human we care about, why I changed your body.  We
cannot affect the course of human events.  We cannot bring humans to
Olympus without consequence.  We cannot live among you as ourselves but
must act as humans here.  And the last rule is that we cannot compel humans
to do our bidding if they do not desire it, which is how I made you talk to
me at the coffee bar.  You wanted to."
       My mind was reeling with all the new information.  It did make sense
but it was like how the plot of a science-fiction movie made sense, once
you accepted all the crazy parts.  But one thing obviously didn't add up.
       "But, Paul, how can you take me home with you if you can't bring
humans there?"
       "When we made the rules we also agreed to make all of us homosexual.
We have strong sexual needs and desires.  We were all bisexual, mostly, and
this was becoming a problem.  We were spawning too many demigods and
oddities.  That is where the myths of centaurs, satyrs and minotaurs come
from.  To keep from breeding more we made the change to our own sexuality."
He looked at me while I pondered this.
       "It makes sense, Paul, but what does it have to do with bringing me
to your home?"
       "To keep us from bringing home every human that turns a head we made
a rule.  Any human we bring back we have to show that there is a legitimate
connection between us, a wealth of feeling although not necessarily the
kind of love that you and I share.  The second part of the rule is that we
must share, sexually, any human with everyone who desires to.  It makes us
less likely to do so."
       "So if you bring me home then you have to let me have sex with every
other god that wants me?"
       "Yes, Michael.  And you have to want to do this.  It cannot be rape
but you would have to be a willing partner to any of my brothers who wish
to have sex with you."  He looked anguished at this.  It was my turn to
pull him close and kiss him for a moment.
       "Paul, I don't know what to think.  Do you have to bring me home?
Can't we be happy here?"
       "We will be happy wherever we are together.  If we stay here you
will grow old and die and I will be alone forever.  If we go to Olympus you
will live almost forever.  We can live together and perhaps learn together
and transcend to the next realm as one.  It is the one thing I desire more
than any other except to be at your side.  Now that I have found you I will
not leave you, ever."
       "I'll do anything for you, Paul."  And I meant it more than my words
could convey.
       "I love you, Michael.  It is not a decision we will have to make
immediately.  I want us to stay here and enjoy the world together before I
take you home.  We have a couple years before we must face that.  In the
meantime I plan to fuck you around this world."  I laughed and pulled him
to me again.
       "Let's do it.  Right now, Paul.  I don't need anything here except
you.  Let's go right now."  His cock was lengthening and growing between my
legs.
       "Have you ever been fucked under the moon on a beach in Crete?"
       "You know I haven't."  He pulled me close and the next instant I
felt cool sand under my side.  I looked around at the deserted beach as
Michel rolled me onto my stomach.  I sighed as his cock forced its way into
me, forcing some of his come out from earlier.  He pulled me up to my knees
as he seated himself deeply inside me.

End of Chapter 1