Date: Sat, 7 Aug 2004 16:05:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gilgamesh

Gilgamesh

By Bald Hairy Man e-mail bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com

This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again
remind you that have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and have
included no gestures toward common sense either. This story is based on the
Sumerian Gilgamesh stories.  Please e-mail me if you have any suggestions
or comments.

My father was a king as was his father before him.  When my father went to
join the Gods, all knew I, Gilgamesh, would be the king of all Urak.  That
was expected.  My father was a huge man, but I was still bigger.  I was a
good cubit taller than he, and I dwarfed most of my subjects. My very
presence terrified most of my subjects.  They cowered before me.  My
neighbors bowed before me.  I was so powerful, none could stand before me.

My father joined the Gods after his death.  My subjects soon realized I had
joined the Gods as soon as I placed the Royal Diadem on my head.  I did not
know this at first, but I came to understand I had risen to the sphere of
the gods.  My power was unlimited.  All were subject to my rule and lived
for my use.

They say no woman married without my seed buried deep in her body.  That is
not true.  No beautiful woman married without my seed.  My balls are like
ripe apples.  My member is that of a stallion.  My father was a great lover
of women.  In addition to my mother, a princess from Ur, he had 36
concubines and no wedding was complete without him.  My Queen was a
priestess of Inanna and was as cold as the Goddess.  Many gave me their
daughters as concubines.

I had opened hundreds of virgins.  Virgin blood coated my cock.  I don't
know how many women cried as I split them open. Like my father, my sexual
appetite was huge, but no wives, concubines or virgins could satisfy me.
Enkidu changed that.

Enkidu was a wild man of the mountains, more animal than man.  His hair had
never been cut, nor his beard.  He wore only the skins of animals he
killed.  They say lions fled from him in terror.  The farmers who lived
near the mountains gave reports of the wild man.  They said he was bigger,
fiercer, and stronger than any other man.  The farmers sang songs of the
Enkidu, the Wild Man.

Enkidu was fierce and terror making, but the songs were of bravery.  He
saved sheep from lions and wolves.  He saved shepherds and farmers from the
wild animals.  I noticed the songs of Enkidu and his bravery were
everywhere.  They sang them on the streets and in the temple courtyards.

Once the songs were of me, Gilgamesh, King and God or Urak.  Now they were
of Enkidu.

Ruling everything, commanding everything, nothing was out of my reach,
except Enkidu.  I wanted to see this man-animal.  I sent troops to bring
him to me.  They failed.  They did not bring him to me.  They didn't even
see the man.  The farmers said Enkidu appeared only to those he wanted.

I sent my Royal Guard of Giants to find him. They heard his howls, but
never saw the wild man. My Queen said we should send the temple harlots to
lure him from the wilderness wasteland.  Their beauty and constant
intercourse insures the fertility of the land. Surely Enkidu would respond
to them.

They too failed.  The Great Harlot saw the wild man. She told the queen she
didn't know if he was a man or beast.  His form was of a man, but the fur
coat was of a bear and his genitals were those of a great bull.

Gilgal, the commander of my guard of Giants came to me. "Great Gilgamesh,
perhaps Enkidu has been touched by the gods.  Perhaps he will only come to
another god."

"You think I should find Enkidu?" I asked.

"You alone are big enough and as dread inspiring as him," Gilgal said.
"Enkidu lives alone.  He has never seen anyone as awe inspiring as you,
Great King. You are fearless, unlike the farmers and shepherds he has
seen. " Gilgal was a brave man and faithful.  I thought it might be
unworthy of me to confront the wild man, but while I had become a god, I
lacked the omniscience of a god.

I wanted to know what Enkidu was, a man or a beast. I also wanted
adventure.  When I first became king, I fought and defeated our
enemies. Their severed heads and genitals decorated the Royal Gate of
Urak. None dared challenge me. We were at peace.  The rains fell regularly
and the granaries were full. Even a drought would not bring starvation to
the kingdom of Gilgamesh.

I was tired of the sounds of the Palace bull harps and flutes.  I could
shoot my seed into the quivering bodies of my concubines three or four
times a day, yet never feel satisfied. My balls were laden with seed, but
no matter how many times I spewed the royal seed, they never were drained.

I said I was going hunting and left the palace before dawn.  My bronze
chariot carried me to the edge of the wilderness. The rising sun reflected
from the chariot.  In the fields, farmers averted their eyes at this divine
apparition.  The sun was high before I stopped.  I could see snow capped
mountains in the distance and the trees grew to an astounding size.

I walked into the forest. Some talk of the terrors of the wilderness, but I
felt no fear.  The shade of the trees was refreshing and I found a pool
filled with cool water.  Sitting on the bank, I removed my armor and
splashed myself with water.  I saw leaves move on the other side of the
pond, even though the air was still.  I put my armor on quickly and grabbed
my spear.

When I stood, a figure emerged from a thicket. "Enkidu!" I cried. "I am
Gilgamesh, King of Urak."

"Enkidu I am," he said, then he jumped into the water and swam over to me.
In the water he was more like an otter than a man.  He was fast and sleek
in spite of his massive size.

Emerging from the water he stood and stared at me, eye to eye.  He was
without fear. Enkidu was the first man I had ever met who was as tall as
I. His long hair dripped with water. His thick beard was like a water fall
of black curls. It merged with the coat of hair on his chest then to the
pubic forest. His eyes were blue, like the sky.  I had heard of blue-eyed
men, but never seen one before.

His genitals were indeed those of a bull. Hair covered his ball sack and
much of his foreskin. His cock head was sheathed in skin and I could only
see its outline in the tube of skin.

His balls look like huge apples and hung low so you could see each, one
higher than the other. I thought perhaps the fur-covered ball sack made his
seed holders look bigger than they were.

"I have heard of you," he said. "They say you are the strongest man on
earth."

"I heard the same of you," I said. "I wanted to see you. I need to know who
is the strongest."

"You are wearing armor and carrying a spear," he said. "I am naked and
unarmed." Enkidu spoke as a city dweller, not as a rustic.  His language
was slightly odd, but familiar. It soon struck me Enkidu spoke with the
accent of Ur, my mother's home.

"For a test of strength, I need no armor," I said. I took off my armor and
stripped off my clothes. I finally unwound my loin cloth. I was surprised
to see my member was partially erect. My balls hung low.

Enkidu watched me carefully, but he stared at my cock. "You are a worthy
opponent. You are beautiful and well formed." I lunged at him and we began
to wrestle. He was my height, but heavier.  I was faster. We were well
matched. While he looked like an animal, he fought like a noble man.  We
wrestled; he did not bite or scratch.

The fur made his body look soft, but he was hard as bronze. He won the
first bout.  I asked if he would fight me for the best out of three
matches.  He agreed.  We both jumped into the pond and cooled off.  The
second match was good. I won. I learned how he fought in the first match
and was able to use that knowledge to beat him in the second.

We were sweating heavily and this made it hard to catch or grab each
other. Slipping and sliding was we fought, my cock remained half hard. This
hadn't happened to me before, so I was puzzled.  When he rubbed against me,
I realized he was getting hard too. His member had expanded and now the tip
of his cock head parted the foreskin.

We took another dip in the pond.  The match began as an effort to prove who
was strongest, but I found myself enjoying the matches. Surprisingly, I
enjoyed the contact with his furry body.

In the third match it was clear Enkidu had studied me and was ready for my
moves. It was at the hottest part of the day now and we were both dripping
with sweat.  We stuck together several times.  My nipples felt good rubbing
against Enkidu's hairy back.  I had been with many women, but never felt
they way I did now.

Enkidu flipped me. While he continued to wrestle, he also rubbed his
engorged organ against my body.  I should have been enraged when I realized
what he was doing. Instead, I moved so my body had fuller contact with his
member.  He won the match.  After he pinned me, neither of us wanted to
break off physical contact.  We just lay there.

After the matches he was radiating heat like a fire.  I could feel his
heart thumping like a drum. This exited me. My member was fully erect by
this time.

"What is the reward for victory?" I asked. "Or the punishment for defeat?
You won fairly." Reaching over, I fondled his bull balls. Why I did this, I
don't know. He stroked my cock.

"It is like a Cedar of Lebanon," he said. Feeling his member, his bull cock
twitched.

"We are equals," I said. "Marduk, King of the Gods, doesn't have a member
like yours."  Enkidu moved.  I was looking directly at his bloated cock as
he looked at mine. The gods must have looked down on us with favor. I
pulled his skin back exposing his cock head. His body was dark from the
sun, but his cock head was a beautiful pink.

It was as if Marduk himself guided my mouth to Enkidu's cock. The head was
like a peach, bisected by a wide seed slit, already drooling with Enkidu's
ball juices. For the first time, I saw the male organ as beautiful. I
wanted to taste it and to give Enkidu pleasure. I felt breath on my
cock. Enkidu was licking my balls, taking them into his mouth and caressing
them with his tongue.

I wanted to swallow his entire cock. I wanted to have it in my body, in a
safe place, protected for the claws of wild animals. It wouldn't fit. I
felt Enkidu take my cock.  As his lips enveloped my head, I was possessed
by greater lust than I had ever felt before.  Such lust can only be the
gift of the gods. Feeling and hearing Enkidu's heart beating, I knew he was
possessed of the same lust drive.

I knew immediately this was ordained by the gods. This was nothing like my
coupling with the Queen or any of my concubines. I was not performing a
duty; this was total pleasure and enjoyment. My father told me this had
happened to him once. He was deflowering one of the Temple Virgins of
Inanna to insure a good harvest and he became one with her.

She was a small girl of 13 or fourteen and my father said he had been
afraid there was no way his monster member would fit in the child.  He
later found out the High Priestess hated the girl's family.  She selected
her hoping the child would be ripped in half by my father.  My father was a
just man and he had the High Priestess chopped in half when he discovered
her treachery.

The girl was terrified when she saw my father, the king, nude and hard. She
cried when he broke through, but once he was in, the girl went crazy with
desire. I saw her once.  She was older then, but it was hard to believe
there was room in her small body for my father. When she died, she was
buried like a queen.

As I tasted Enkidu's ball juices, I felt what my father felt. My mouth
filled with the wild man's seed.  He had the orgasm of a god. Spurt after
spurt, twitch after twitch, he drained his balls.  I swallowed over and
over again the creamy product of his body. I knew this was the food of the
gods.

As I relished his final cock spurts, my body shivered and it felt as if my
balls contracted.  Everything in my balls wanted to shoot out of my
cock. My cock is large, but I could have used two or three cum tunnels to
drain the seed crying for release.  I was almost paralyzed in
ecstasy. Enkidu milked me, drinking all of my seed as if he had been dying
of thirst. It seemed to take forever to shoot.  My ejaculations went on and
on, seemingly without end.

Of course, I did eventually stop. A wave of affection swept over me. I was
satisfied in a way I never had been before.  Enkidu and I stayed together
beside the pond for a while.  I didn't want to get too far away from his
cock and he felt the same.  When he got soft again, I could take more of
his cock into my mouth.

I got my tongue inside his foreskin.  There I could caress his cock head
and taste any of the juice oozing from his internal organs.  It began to
get dark.

"Come to my cave," he said.  We finally broke apart.  We returned to my
chariot and then went deep into the wilderness.  My horse was waiting.  She
was often skittish and unhappy when approached by anyone other than me, but
she accepted Enkidu without complaint.  The songs said he ruled the animals
and that seemed to be true.

We ate and he told me of his life.  He was of Ur as I had suspected, he had
been abducted as a child when his caravan was attacked by barbarian hill
people.  He had escaped and fled into the wilderness.  He was a child of
ten when this happened.

"The wilderness sheltered me," he said.  "It fed me and gave me all I
needed.  Some see this place a wild and frightening. It was home to me as
soon as I set foot in here.  When I grew up I became a big man."

"Have you had any human contact?" I asked.

"I have been alone except when Nammu, the high priest of Mari stayed here,"
Enkidu said.

"Mari was destroyed fifteen years ago," I said. "Everyone was either killed
of taken into slavery."

"Nammu escaped. He was an old man with a great white beard.  They thought
he was nothing. They led him and the other men to the place of slaughter,
but he ran and vanished into a swamp," he explained. "I found him almost
starved on the edge of the wasteland and took him in."

"Nammu was a great man, wise in many things,"Enkidu continued. "He taught
me everything I needed to know about life outside the wilderness. I taught
me all about cock too." Enkidu was smiling.

"What is there to know about cock?"

"In Mari the priests could only have sex on the winter solstice.  Their
seed grew in the wombs of the temple harlots and they would give birth at
harvest time in September," he said.

"A year is a long time to wait. I must constantly pump seed into the wombs
of my concubines," I said.  "The priestess think the constant flow of seed
keeps the planets and stars in their place."

"Each city has it's own god," Enkidu replied.  "Nammu told me his seed was
continually flowing, just not into woman's wombs.  The priests shared it
among themselves."

"The way we did?"

"Yes. That way and other ways," he replied. "Nammu said it was good to be
free of the intrigues and jealousies of the women's quarters. Most of the
priests liked to use young boys. Nammu like adult men. Fewer tears, no
jealousy at all, and older men knew how to have fun and didn't care how
they got it, he said."

"I've never thought of it that way," I said. "I hate it when they scream
and cry. However I have noticed, when someone screams and weeps
hysterically, my cock often emerges from their hole without a trace of
blood.  The "virgin" had been opened before."

"Does that cause a problem for you, or the bride's husband?"

"Never once." I said. "Doweries have been given, land and livestock
exchanged. Three or four of my concubines were given to me as part of a
treaty. Too much is at stake for virginity to be a problem. It would be
easier if my concubines lived longer, breaking them in a hard, but child
birth carries them off like flies."

"That was Nammu's thought too. He was big, not as big as you and me, but he
was big. The babies would be big and the temple harlot would die in
childbirth. It would cause a great stir in the city. They thought it was
bad luck. Nammu would usually substitute another child for the dead one.
The temple harlot was dead, but they don't last long anyway." Enkidu
explained. "I can enjoy your seed without fear of a baby!" I looked at him.
His eyes were twinkling.

"You mean I won't have your baby?" I cried, pretending to be crushed.  He
laughed and stood. His cock was soft now and was at the level of my mouth.
I couldn't resist it.  Soft, I could swallow the entire organ. It filled my
mouth and went down my throat. Enkidu moaned as I swallowed him. I
continued to swallow and he liked the movement of my throat on his cock.

His organ grew quickly and soon I only had his cock head in my mouth. By
then he was sucking on my cock. When I fed him my second load of the day he
got as much seed as he had earlier. Like the Tigris and Euphrates my balls
produced a constant flow.  I had the same feeling of total release and
complete satisfaction.