Date: Sun, 27 Jun 1999 18:37:28 GMT
From: Joe Camp <idc90@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Hadrian

My Hadrian
Part 1
By Joe Camp idc90@hotmail.com

WARNING: This story contains vivid descriptions of sexual
acts between boys and with men and boys.  The following
story is a work of fiction.  It is a fantasy. Caesar Hadrian
and Antinous are well documented historical figures, as
is their relationship as lovers. Scholars disagree on
certain facts concerning Hadrian and Antinous. Few disagree
as to their relationship. This story is Fiction, but the
author has tried to keep it to what would be reasonable
for beliefs held at that time. Please read the preface for
more information on the subject.  The preface also includes
a glossary of special words used in the story.

This story contains sex between a boy and a man. While
these acts were acceptable by social standards 1860 years
ago, today, they are not. The author does not encourage
or condone sex between adults and children.

  If you are underage, or reading about homosexual acts
between boys or by a man and a boy offends you; find
something else, and delete this file. Most historians
agree the relationship started before Antinous was 13,
probably sometime around age 11 or 12, and continued to
his death, in his late teens or early twenties.  It is
known that Antinous drowned in the Nile. It is debated
if it was a sacrifice or an accident.

  The author wishes to thank and acknowledge the help of
Ronald Staley , in his efforts to keep the general tone of
the story, historically accurate.

The author retains the copyright of this story.  Placing this
story on a web site without the authors permission is a
violation of that copyright.

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My Hadrian
Part 1

  I, Antinous of Claudiopolis, have made my decision. Tomorrow,
I will sacrifice myself for my Caesar, Emperor Hadrian, my
erastes.  My thoughts are logical and reasonable, just as my
teachers have taught me to think.

  Hadrian my erastes is ill.  By my sacrifice, the gods have
promised he will have years added to his life.  My time as his
eromenos is drawing short. Every day, I become more and more a
man. It won't be long, before I have to give up my love, and move
from his palace.  Never to share his bed again.  Never to have the
strong arms of my Hadrian to hold me again.  Never again to feel
his manhood massaging my insides.

  There are yet other reasons I should sacrifice myself.  The Nile
has failed to flood satisfactorily for two years in a row now.  By
my sacrifice, the gods will be appeased, and flood the Nile next
year.  My erastes', Emperor Hadrian's, Egyptian Providence, will
be saved from famine.  I believe the gods had Hadrian save my life
on the last hunt, so I could sacrifice myself to them.  There is
just no other explanation as to why Hadrian was able to kill the
cat, before it could maim and kill me.

  I have nothing to fear. I will become a god. Those who sacrifice
themselves in the Nile, join the other gods on Mount Olympus.
That way, I will never die.

  I have had a good life.  Better then anyone has a right to expect.
I have been the eromenos of the great Caesar Hadrian!  I have been
educated by the best teachers.  I have traveled the lands of the
great Roman Empire.  I have been loved by Hadrian, the best erastes
any boy could ever have.  So, tomorrow, I will fall into the Nile.

  I remember the first time I saw my Emperor Hadrian. It was in my
home Province of Bithynia, in Greece.  I was 12 years-old at the
time he came to the school.  I was honored when he kept looking at
me.  I knew I was the best looking boy there. He asked who was the
best artist, and who was the best student. I beamed with pride when
the teachers pointed me out, and said I was both.

  That night, when we were preparing for bed, my friend Quintus
called out, "Antinous is getting a big head! I will have to put
him down in a wrestling match so I can fuck him and show him I
am the best."

"Ho! You, Quintus?" I shouted. "You and what legion? I will show
you who will play the erastes tonight! You will make a nice eromenos
for me, once you learn your place!"  I knew I could win.  No one had
beaten me, unless I wanted them to, since Aristomachus was chosen by
a General to be his eromenos. I knew beating Quintus wouldn't be easy,
but I am just a little stronger than him. Unless he could cause me to
fall fast, I could out last him. Once he started getting tired, I
could force the win.

  As we removed our tunics, getting ready to grapple, I noticed
some of the boys were rolling the dice to see who would fuck
whom. I liked deciding by wrestling so much better than leaving
it up to the whims of the gods.  There have been times, when I
wanted to be Quintus' eromenos.  Then I would be easier to
defeat.

 Quintus startled me by ducking in, and getting me in a bear hug.
It didn't take me too long to get out of it, but I could tell he
was trying hard to win that night. I caught him in a move he wasn't
expecting, and had him pushed out of the ring, before either of us
realized it.

  I could tell he was disappointed he hadn't won.  After his
bragging, I couldn't let him fuck me that night, but I decided I
would suck on his cock for him after I finished fucking him.

  Quintus went to his chest and got his pot of olive oil.  I was
glad we didn't have to use mine, as I was almost out.  My allowance
hadn't arrived, and my coins were running low. Good oil is so
expensive. Quintus got a bigger allowance than me, and he could
better afford the oil.  I remember thinking at the time, that I
hoped I would never be like some of the poorer boys I had heard
about.  I had heard some of them had to use cheap lamp oil.  I
prayed to the gods that would never happen to me. I prayed that
I would win a foot race, where the prize was a pot of good oil,
if my allowance didn't arrive before I ran out.

   Quintus went to my bed, and lay face down on the bed.  He handed
me his pot of oil, and spread his legs wide for me.  I used enough
to make his ass slick, but not so much as to waste the costly fluid.
I worked my oiled finger into his opening, as I gently stretched
and relaxed his muscle.  As soon as he was ready, I oiled my hard
cock.

  As I knelt behind him, Quintus took his hands and spread the
cheeks of his butt wide for me.  I entered him slowly, being as
gentle as the most loving erastes would be. Quintus sighed, as my
cock reached into him as far as I could go.  I started humping into
Quintus, coming almost all the way out, before pushing all the
way back in.

  It wasn't too long, before the gods granted me the feelings of
pleasure. My body shook, as wave after wave of pleasure coursed
through my body.  I lay panting on Quintus' back, as I rested.

  Around us, other boys were fucking or sucking with each other.
Very few didn't join in our nightly play.  They were the ones that
called themselves Christians.  What a silly religion.  To have only
one god to protect you? What were you to do, if you needed him
and he was busy?  And not to have sex with boys or men? How
ridiculous! Why everyone knows that is the only proper way to grow
up!  How do they expect to learn how to be a man without an erastes?
I have even heard, that they say a man is to love his wife.  How can
any real man love a woman!  Bah! They would have us change the natural
order of everything! Next they will be trying to have a father coddle
a son and ruin him for life!

  I prayed nightly to all the gods on Mount Olympus, that I would
soon be chosen by a suitable erastes.  I prayed for a General and I
even dared to hope for a high Official.  The gods answered my prayers
with my Emperor Hadrian!  How the gods have blessed me!

  After I had rested on Quintus a while, I took the towel I kept by
my bed, and wiped the oil from my cock.  I turned him onto his
back, and  I knelt over Quintus, so my cock was over his mouth.

  I pulled the foreskin of his cock down, to uncover the dark
purple glans.  I licked the fat head of his cock, teasing and tasting
him.  Quintus was moaning, before I took him in my mouth.  He
took my pleasure tool into his mouth, and was gently sucking on
it, as I sucked on his.

  I soon had to start bucking into Quintus' mouth.  I knew my
body was once more about to experience the thrill of a climax.  I
increased the suction on Quintus' dick, sucking harder and harder
as he bucked faster and faster into my mouth.  He was keeping up
with me; sucking just as hard on me, as I was on him.  I had to
tense my body, and shove as far into Quintus' mouth as I could.
Spasm after spasm shook my body, as thrill after thrill raced
through me.

  We collapsed against each other, as we panted and returned from
that place the gods had taken us.  We heard a slight cough, and
looked up to see the porter standing there.

"I have to extinguish the lamps now, if you want to return to your
bed before it is dark." he told Quintus.

  We glanced around the room, and everyone else was already in
bed, watching us.  Quintus jumped up and dashed to his bed.  He
ran back to get his pot of oil, then returned to own bed.

  I could see the way the porter was looking at me.  I could see
the tent of his tunic.  I felt sorry for him, as he was a very
good looking man of about 30, but, a boy of our social class could
not have fun with a slave.  That would be totally unacceptable.  If
he was a freeman, it might be different, but with a slave, No.  He
finished extinguishing the lamps, and went out the door to his
pallet.

  It was a few weeks later, and we were outside getting ready to
run our race, when I spotted the purple toga of the Emperor, as
he was walking along the road.  Oh, my Hadrian is a fine figure of
a man. He stands a good head over most men, and with his fine
beard, you know at first glance, he is a man's man.  Some people
seem shocked that he would wear a beard.  Just because he is the
first Emperor to do so, means nothing.  I think it makes him look
distinguished.  Even without the purple of his toga, I could have
picked him out of the crowd of The Governor, Generals, Officials,
and guards.

  Caesar's group turned into the field, and we waited on our
Emperor.  I wanted to win my race so badly, in order to honor
Caesar.  I looked at the group I was to race.  There was  Lucullus
and Valerius to beat.  They have both won against me in the past,
but I have beaten them also.  They are fast, but I could win.  I
could easily out run all the others.  I knew I could win.

 Lucullus was telling us how he was going to win, as we got
naked and ready to race.  He bragged to us he would be the one
congratulated by Caesar.  He was just messing with our minds,
trying to win before the race even started.

  We were called to the starting line, and I took my running stance
next to Lucullus.  I limbered up my back, and legs, as the others
got ready. At the ready mark, I was tense and ready to go.  My left
foot was a little ahead of my right, and I had my arms up, ready to
start pumping.  My legs felt as if they had springs in them, like
Caesar's big machines of war; like his catapults, waiting to be
released.

  As I heard the CRACK of the gate's handle, I was ready to run as
soon as the lines dropped.  My legs exploded under me, propelling me
forward. My arms were pumping as fast and as hard as they could, and
I never looked back.  My chest was heaving, and my heart was pounding.
My legs ached and felt as if they would fall off.  No one was in front
of me, as I saw the finish line drawing nearer and nearer.  All that
was in my mind was; run! Run! Run, and win for Caesar!

  I staggered across the finish line, and strong arms caught me to
keep me from falling.  I gulped in air, as the arms held me until I
could support myself.  As my breathing became easier, I became
aware of the fine texture of the solid purple cloth the man holding
me was wearing.  I was being held by the Emperor himself!

  I didn't know what I wanted to do.  Should I stand up, and show
Caesar how strong I am?  Or, should I let him hold me against his
strong body, a little longer?  I lingered in his arms as long as I
felt was proper, before supporting myself.  Hadrian released his
tight hold on me, but keep his arm around me, as he pulled me tight
against him.  He was telling the Generals and Officials around him
to be careful.  That I would soon be after one of their jobs!  They
all laughed, but I beamed with pride, as Caesar Hadrian leaned over
and gave me the Kiss of Victory, along with his blessing. He ran his
big strong hand down my back, and caressed my naked butt cheeks,
before giving me a little pat on the butt, and sending me back to my
group.

  That night, as we were getting ready for bed, I could tell Lucullus
was still green with envy.  As we were about to decide who would play
with whom, Valerius spoke up and announced that since I had won the
race that day, and gotten a kiss from the Emperor, I should have pick
of who would play my eromenos that night.

  I walked over to Lucullus and hugged him.  He's wasn't the cutest
boy there, and we didn't often play together.  He was still a little
gangly, and hadn't started filling out.  I kissed his cheek, and told
everyone, "If I was Caesar, I would chose Lucullus."

  Lucullus smiled at me, and returned my hug.  Hand in hand, we
walked over to my bed. Lucullus took off my tunic, and I removed
his.  I got my pot of precious oil, and slicked his butt hole.

 Lucullus was laying on his side, and I snuggled against his back,
as I slipped my hard dick between his butt cheeks, and into the hot
opening of his body. Lucullus sighed, as I started working my cock.
I reached across him, and took his eggs into my hand, gently rolling
and massaging them.  His dick was hard and engorged with his blood.
I stayed away from the inflamed head of his dick, as I didn't want
him to become too sensitive.  He might not be the cutest boy in our
group, but he did have the biggest cock and balls of any of us, and
I wanted to feel his dick inside me, before the play was done.

  I had to speed up with my fucking, as the tension inside begged
for release.  I felt Lucullus tense, and I could feel the shivers of
pleasure the gods had sent though his body.  I couldn't stop. I
had to keep humping faster and faster into his hot hole.  I was
grunting, as I prayed for release.  At last, I felt the gods touch
me, as they sent that special feeling , jolting throughout my body.

  I hugged Lucullus's back, as I lay resting inside him.  My dick
refused to go soft.  It was still a hard peg inside his anus.  As soon
as I recovered, I pulled out of him, and handed him my pot of oil. He
quickly had my ass ready to receive him.

  I lifted my legs to my chest, and Lucullus knelt behind me.  The
head of his cock was forcing my hole open, as he slid inside me. I
had to gasp and squeeze my eyes shut, as his dick-head found the
home of the pleasure gods.  I felt Lucullus lifting my legs onto his
shoulders, and I opened my eyes to see Quintus kneeling beside
us. He bent over, and my hard-on was in his mouth.  He started
gently sucking, as he ran his tongue around the head of my cock.
I sobbed, as once again the gods sent wave after wave of pleasure
through my young body.

   I was still recovering, as Lucullus continued to use my anus,
searching for the touch of the gods for himself.  He sped up,
and his humping soon turned into a pounding, as he fucked harder
and harder into me.  The feeling of him hitting the gods' home,
was more then I could bear.  My body was jerking and flopping
around, with the fits the gods send to a mad man. Lucullus was
pushing against my butt, trying to force his big body totally
inside me, through my little opening.

 Lucullus fell onto me, and we hugged each other tight.  I was so
tired, I didn't know when he withdrew his dick from me, or when
the porter came in to extinguish the lamps.

  I saw Caesar Hadrian a few times after that race. He came to the
school one afternoon, and listened to us recite our mathematics
lessons. Caesar watched me as I worked the problem on my wax
tablet.

  One morning, we were at drawing, when he joined us. We were
outdoors, and I was drawing the big tree at the end of the pasture.
Hadrian looked over my shoulder, as I sketched the tree. He watched a
few minutes, then made some suggestions on how to improve my work. I
made the changes he suggested, and when I was through, it looked as
if a god had picked up the tree, and placed it in my drawing. Caesar
could have been a famous artist, if he wasn't the Emperor instead.

  One day, the head of the school came to my class. We where studying
the Greek philosophers.  Being Greek, and having what my teachers told
me was a sharp mind, the philosophers were fairly easy for me. He
interrupted the class, as he told me I was to go with the servant that
was with him. I had to scream with joy, and bless the gods, as he told
me I had been chosen to be Emperor Hadrian's eromenos!

  My friends were crowding around me, pounding me on the back, as
they gave me their congratulations.  Even Lucullus was smiling as
he congratulated me.  Two slaves that had been sent, already had my
chest, with all my possessions. I waved goodbye to my friends, as I
walked down the road to my new home, at Caesar's palace.

  When we arrived at the Governor's Palace, the servant led me to
the Emperor's section. The chamber he showed me to, was quite
suitable for the eromenos of the Emperor.  The chamber was
almost as big as our sleeping chamber at the school.  The bed was
large, and covered with fine fabrics.  The chairs and tables were of
the finest craftsmanship. The windows looked out onto a beautiful
private garden, not the public garden I had seen often.

  I asked the servant if I had time for a bath, before seeing the
Emperor.  I wanted to wash away the dust of the travel from the
school, so I could be fresh when meeting Hadrian as his eromenos
for the first time.  He assured me Hadrian wouldn't be free until
supper time.

  The servant led me to the most beautiful bath I had ever seen.  It
was all of the finest marble, that had been polished to it's brightest
shine.  All the major gods and goddesses had been inlayed with
bits of colored marble.  I was sure it must have taken a thousand
slaves a year, just to polish all those little pieces.

  I was being cleansed with the best quality perfumed soap, when I
asked the servant his name.  He said his name was Stephen, and
that he came from the Providence of Judah.  He was a good
looking young man of about 24 years or so.  I stepped into the
pool to soak, as Stephen went to get my clean tunic, and to clean
my sandals.  The water was perfect, and I was sure I was using
the Emperor's own bath.

  As I was soaking, a youth with his servant entered.  He was
wearing the bright white tunic of a student also, so I was sure he
was another eromenos of our Emperor.  His servant helped him
out of his tunic, and I could tell it wouldn't be long before he left
our erastes.  He was about 18, but was already almost a man.

  I called over, and introduced myself.  He told me his name was
Publius.  We started visiting, as boys will do.  As his servant
soaped him and got him ready for the pool, Publius was filling me
in on all the palace gossip.

  Publius told me that our erastes Hadrian had 5 more eromenos'
still in Rome, but the Emperor usually only took one with him
when he traveled.  Publius knew he would have to leave our
erastes, before he finished the trip, and returned to Rome.
Hadrian had to have a new eromenos to keep him company.

  As he joined me in the pool, he put his head close to mine, and
told me how to turn on our erastes, and get him excited.  He told
me everywhere on Hadrian's body, to lick and suck, so he would
beg the gods for release.  I listened closely, and captured each
scene in my mind.  I was determined to be the best eromenos
Hadrian had ever had!

  Publius stood up in the pool, and pulling the foreskin back from
the head of his cock, he pointed to where Hadrian is most
sensitive.  He was showing me how to massage Hadrian's big
eggs, and Publius and I were both hard.  I opened my mouth, and
leaned toward his hard cock, but Publius pulled back and told me,
"This is our erastes' night.  We will have plenty of time to play
together later."  Of course he was right.  I just wasn't thinking.

  As the servants were drying us, Publius grinned, and spoke up
saying, "You have to see Stephen's dick."  He looked over at
Stephen and ordered him, "Lift your tunic, and show Antinous
your dick."

  Stephen stepped back, and I couldn't help but giggle as he lifted
his tunic.  It was, .... so, ........ so, ... naked!  There was no
foreskin over his dick-head!  I asked him why it was that way, and
what had happened to it.  He told me he was a Jew, and it had
been sacrificed to his God.

  I had heard of this Jewish God before, and knew he was
something like the Christian God.  I decided right then, I could
never be part of a religion that made you ruin your pleasure tool.

  Stephen dressed me in a new student's tunic, and I couldn't
keep from running my hands over the soft fine fabric.  I had never
had anything that nice against my skin.  Publius was grinning at
me as he informed me, "Our erastes buys us nothing but the best!"
I knew I was going to love being Hadrian's eromenos!  There
were new sandals on my feet, and the nicest tunic I had ever seen,
on my body.  I felt I was on top of Mount Olympus with the gods!

  We parted in the hallway, as we each went to our own chambers
to rest before supper.  I thanked every god I could remember,
before laying down.  This morning, I woke up a student at school.
Tonight, I will go to bed as the eromenos of Emperor Hadrian!

  I joined Publius, as we walked the hallways to the dining
chamber.  The guards at the doorway of the chamber, were the
biggest I have ever seen.  They smiled at me, as we entered the
room.

  Hadrian was reclining on his couch as we entered.  Publius went
to him and kissed his cheek, before taking the couch to Hadrian's
right, as was Publius' right as the eldest.

  I approached Hadrian, and knelt before him, pledging my life to
my Emperor and erastes.  Hadrian lifted me up, and held me to
him, as he told me my beauty and charms had already made him
love me.  He kissed me, and I returned his kiss, before laying on
the couch to his left.  I was so full of joy, I didn't care if we
ate or not.

  The servers entered with great platters of pork and fowl.  There
was every vegetable I had ever seen.  Caesar picked out what he
would have, and I told my server I would have the same.  As was
only polite, I waited until Hadrian had fed a little of his food to
his taster.  He was about 5 or 6 years-old, and looked to be Egyptian.
Caesar said he was the son of the cook.  He felt pretty safe that
the cook wouldn't poison his own son.

  There was nothing stingy about Hadrian's table.  There was a large
pot of the most finely ground salt I had ever seen.  I had no idea
how much that could have cost!  There were spices and herbs I
had never even heard of.  The wines were the finest I had ever
drunk.

  We spent about three hours at supper, and Publius and Hadrian
were discussing Plato. I think Hadrian was both surprised and
pleased when I had some interesting things to add to the
discussion.  I was pleased to learn my mind wouldn't get bored
around Hadrian and Publius.  In fact, I knew I would have to have
the best tutors and study hard to keep up with them.

  Hadrian yawned, and Publius politely excused himself and went
to his own chamber.  Hadrian smiled at me, and I stood. He arose,
and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, as we headed for his
bedchamber.  The guards were walking close behind us.  Hadrian
stopped me from entering his chamber, until a guard had checked
to make sure everything was alright.

  My servant Stephen, and Hadrian's servant, were waiting as we
entered.  Stephen helped me remove my tunic, as Hadrian's
servant was removing his toga.  I had expected Hadrian to have a
servant prepare my anus to receive his cock, but he dismissed
them as soon as we were undressed, and had used the chamber
pots.  Hadrian only had to piss, but I forced myself to shit so I
would be open to receive Hadrian's big cock.  Stephen cleansed
my anus and washed it, before slipping out the door.

  Hadrian held his big strong arms out to me.  I moved against
him and took him in my own hug around his waist.  By stretching
up, I was able to lick his nipple, as Publius had told me he likes.
My Hadrian let out a groan, and I knew Publius had been correct
in his instructions.  I took the nipple in my mouth, and gently
started sucking on it.  Hadrian's hands moved to the back of my
head, and he was softly pressing me to his body. Once it was firm
and erect, I moved my mouth to the other nipple.  It didn't take
long for it to respond.  Hadrian's cock was responding too.  I felt
a great hard wedge against me.

  We moved to Hadrian's bed, and he got a pot of oil.  My erastes
started lubricating my opening himself.  He leaned over and placed
a kiss on each of my butt cheeks, and that made me giggle.  The
olive oil he was using was the best I had ever felt.  Publius was so
correct when he said Hadrian bought us only the best.

  He worked one of his big fingers inside me for a long time.  Then
he started working the muscle with two fingers.  The boys that
had fucked me had never done that, but my Hadrian is so much
bigger than any of them. My erastes was soon working three
fingers inside me.  He slipped his fingers out, and asked me to
slick his dick.  I got the oil, and started applying it to his hard
cock.  I had never had one that big in my hand.  It was massive
and heavy, as I played with it and applied the oil.

  Hadrian was ready to take his eromenos, and I was ready to
accept my erastes.  I had never had a grown man's cock up my
anus, and I knew it was going to hurt.  I was determined not to
cry out in pain, no matter how bad it hurt.

  My erastes placed me on my back, and lifted my legs.  He told
me he wanted to see my beautiful eyes and face, as he fucked me.
He pulled the foreskin back from the head of his dick, and
touched it to my puckered opening.

  He started pushing in, and it felt as if he was trying to get one of
his battering rams up my butt.  I forced myself to relax and push
out, just as if it was a boy's dick trying to enter me.  The big head
of Hadrian's massive cock broke into me, and I had to grit my
teeth to keep from screaming in pain.  He stopped just inside me,
and after awhile, the pain lessened.  He pushed a little farther in,
and the pain was back in full force.  I had to whimper, and I
couldn't stop the tears from flowing from my eyes, but I refused
to sob or scream the pain.

  At last, I felt my Hadrian's pubic hairs against my butt.  He was
all the way in.  He dried my tears and kissed me, as we rested.  He
told me I had the smallest and tightest anus of any eromenos he
had ever had, but that he was so proud that I had been brave.

  It made me so happy that he was proud of me.  It wouldn't have
mattered to me if he had split me in half.  My ass now belonged to
the Emperor Hadrian!

  My erastes started taking slow strokes, and the longer he
worked, the less the pain.  It wasn't long, before I started feeling
the pleasure gods enjoying the fuck.  The gods sent a sliver of
pleasure through my body, telling me they approved of my
erastes.

  I could tell the gods approved of me as Hadrian's eromenos also.
His face had that look you get just before the gods touch.  His
face scrunched up, and his fountain erupted with his seed of life.
He screamed as the gods touched him.  I could feel his cum still
squirting into me, as there was a commotion at the door.  My Hadrian
was still under the spell of the gods, but I was able to snatch the
dagger from the table beside the bed.  I was determined to protect
his back at any cost!   Even hooked to Hadrian like I was, and with
my legs pressed against my chest!  I didn't have much movement, but
I was determined that anyone who attacked my erastes would die!


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