Date: Wed, 08 Sep 1999 03:38:54 GMT From: Joe Camp <idc90@hotmail.com> Subject: My Hadrian 14 My Hadrian Part 14 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. ---------------------------------------------------------------- My Hadrian Part 14 My Hadrian was straining against me, receiving each drop of my life force deep inside him, as he pumped his own onto his chest. I tried to lean over, so I could lick up his life force before it got cold. I could do no more than collapse onto my lover. My soft cock slipped from his ass, as he hugged me tight against his chest. Caius and I were out shopping in the market one day. It must have been when I was 16. Yes, I am sure it was that year. It was just before Hadrian told me we would be leaving on a trip to inspect the northern provinces. It was early morning, and we wandered into the forum to rest awhile. There were the usual people there screaming and ranting about their favorite subjects. There was one man there ranting about how everyone should have the same rights. Be they citizens or freeborn. Caius and I jeered and taunted him as we asked how he could presume to know better then the gods and our Emperor Hadrian, before walking off. We wandered over to where a man was talking peacefully and rationally about one of the gods. He spoke as if he were Greek, as his thoughts were well organized and reasonable, but he didn't look Greek. I asked Caius if he knew what god the man was speaking of, and when he shook his head no, Stephen told me he was talking about the Jewish God. The man heard what Stephen had told me, and replied, "Yes, he is the God of the Jews, but he is also the Father of Jesus Christ, The Messiah. He is the God of those who follow his son Jesus, He is the God of Christians." He seemed to be talking to my servant Stephen, for hours. Caius became bored after awhile and returned to the palace, but I wanted to stay and hear more. I could tell the man had Stephen convinced. I was almost convinced to follow this Christian God myself when someone asked what his God said about slaves. He replied, "Our Lord has said," "Slaves, in all things obey those who are your masters on earth, not with external service, as those who merely please men, but with sincerity of heart, fearing the Lord." When it was time for the midday meal, I gave Stephen some coins and he went and bought us some fish that had been prepared by one of the venders. We sat eating as we listened to the man. He had me almost convinced, but I remembered the boys that had called themselves Christians at my school. I remembered how they wouldn't join in our nightly games. I remembered how they refused to accept any erastes no matter how high his standing. I asked the man, "What about an eromenos? What does your God say about him and his erastes?" The man paused looking at me as he gathered his thoughts. "God does not want male lying with male," he told me. "It would be better if it had never happened, but when a man's eromenos comes to God, he should ask his erastes to release him from his vows. If the man refuses, he should obey his erastes, just as a slave would obey his master." Yes, I was almost convinced. Everything the man had said made sense. But, I couldn't give up my Hadrian. I just couldn't! I decided that maybe I could become a Christian after I became a man and had to leave my love. That night as we made love, even my Hadrian could tell I needed his love and tenderness. We lay kissing and petting each other and my kisses covered his face before my lips found his. My tongue slipped into my Hadrian's mouth, and I tasted each spot inside him. We tenderly tongue wrestled a while, and my Hadrian gently forced his tongue into my mouth. My hand was softly rubbing across his chest, playing with each of his big nipples, before slowly working down his chest and stomach. I slowly sucked on my lover's tongue, encouraging him not to stop. My Hadrian had his hand wrapped around my hard cock, and his little finger would pet my balls as he gently squeezed and massaged my dick. I hefted my erastes' big eggs in my hand, massaging them the way he likes. He gently guided me onto my back, and reached for the oil pot as I lifted my legs for him. His smile was filled with love as he prepared my hole. As I lovingly applied the oil to his dick, my heart was full of love to the breaking point. My erastes tenderly entered me and started a long slow in and out with his dick. He slowly fucked into me for a long time, never getting in a hurry, never speeding up. Just long, slow strokes. I couldn't stop my life forces from squirting out. It wasn't a hard, heavy touch from the gods. It was a gentle, soothing, satisfying touch that was filled with my love for my Hadrian. As my erastes' juices of life splashed into me, I knew I could never leave him of my own free will. I could never give up my Hadrian! When it became known that Hadrian would be leaving Rome once again, there was some grumbling. It came mostly from the Senators, but I advised my erastes to just ignore them. I don't know why he even puts up with them. My Hadrian is the Emperor! He should be able to do anything he wants! He says it is all just politics, and he has to play the game or the people will revolt. He had promised that he would manage Rome, the people's property, to the best of his ability. I think he has kept that promise, and could do even better if just left alone to make the decisions. Never has Rome been so prosperous. All the other Caesars treated the provinces as just a source of money to be sent to Rome. My Hadrian believes all of the empire should receive good government and become as rich as it can. I think the trouble with the Senate all goes back to when he was declared Emperor. As Hadrian was off fighting a war at the time, he named Attianus as his representative. Well, it seems as if Attianus had to have four prominent senators executed in order to secure Hadrian's throne. Ever since then the senate has seemed friendly, but been difficult. Another thing my Hadrian did that the Senate didn't like was to reform the Roman law. He appointed the distinguished jurist Salvius Lulianus to write a permanent code by which all magistrates have to abide. Before that, the administration of the law had been in the hands of the judges, who put their own interpretation of the law into effect in the year in which they held office. Hadrian wanted the law to be more clearly defined. In an effort to speed up the process of law in Italy, Hadrian divided the country up into four judicial districts. In charge of each is an official of consular rank. This makes the dispensation of justice much swifter, but the Senate viewed the situation as a threat to its privileges. Hadrian found a way to appease them, freedmen are no longer employed in public administration. The jobs they used to do have been given to equestrians, the senator's relatives, who have become very important in government service. Hadrian also made the secretariats attached to the imperial household into government departments. Within these departments a hierarchy of positions has been established, and a young man entering government service can see a definite path of advancement and promotion for which he may apply. The Emperor has also made a definite distinction between military and civilian service. Equestrians joining the public service can choose which path they prefer to follow. Those following a military career can hope for the governorship of a frontier province someday. Those choosing the civil section can aspire to being a judge in a province, or to holding a high office in Rome. Publius is going the civil route, which I will probably choose also. So, my erastes has learned how to soothe the senators' pride, and still get what he wants. The whole system works so well, that the Emperor can be gone from Rome for years, and everything runs smoothly. Hadrian takes his advice from a council of experts and ignores the Senate. He still makes the senators think they are important. Although a few of them resent the fact that they have so little input into the decision-making process. They approve the legislation he wants, and make it legal though. I don't know why everyone has to be so difficult, and make life hard for my Hadrian. Even the architect Apollodorus of Damascus that my erastes has building his villa at Tivoli has to give him problems. Instead of just following the plans Hadrian had drawn, he wants to quarrel about everything. Hadrian had designed a beautiful portico, and Apollodorus argued about it for months before agreeing to build it. I don't know why Hadrian doesn't just fire him. If he would only follow my erastes' plans, he will build a magnificent villa with spectacularly beautiful gardens. My Hadrian is already collecting fabulous works of art to grace his new home, and I know it will be beautiful once it is finished, if only everyone will do what he wants. Hadrian himself designed the temple to Venus and Roma which stands opposite the Colosseum. He sent his plans for it to Apollodorus and the architect returned a scornful comment. My Hadrian thought about having him put to death for that comment. Well, I don't blame my Hadrian for wanting to get away from it all. The official reason for our tour is to inspect the troops and check on the frontier defenses. I'm sure the real reason is because my Hadrian is tired of all the bickering in Rome. Our trip would take us across the Alps to Gaul, (Northern Italy, France, Switzerland, Belgium and the Netherlands), Germany, Britain, and Spain. My Hadrian loves to travel, and has an insatiable thirst to know everything about all the peoples of the empire. Traveling allows him to indulge his wide intellectual and cultural interests. It also means we get to spend a lot of time together alone. For weeks before we were to leave, I let the other boys have all of Hadrian's bed. My erastes and I agreed he owed it to the others, as they would all probably become men before his return. I would still have many years left with my erastes. It was hard not to break down and run to my Hadrian's bed asking for my turn. It was hard, but I didn't. I played with the other boys, but it wasn't the same as with my Hadrian. Sejanus had become a man and left our erastes by that time, but there was still Rufus, Aelius, Caius and Paulus. "The Bull" couldn't have as much sex anymore as he used to. My Hadrian was after all well into his 50's. Once or twice a night is plenty for my Hadrian. Our erastes would take two boys to his bed each night, and as we would soon be leaving, they spent the whole night with him. I didn't even get to slip into his bed and just be held. Yes, I would miss the boys too when we left. I spent a lot of time with all of them the weeks before our trip. At night I would often spend the night with whoever wasn't with our Hadrian. There was one night when Aelius and Caius were with Hadrian, when me, Paulus and Rufus all ended up in Paulus' bed. Our beds aren't as wide as Hadrian's, so it was quite a squeeze. It got pretty hot and heavy there for awhile. Rufus was on his hands and knees. I was fucking into Rufus' ass as Paulus was fucking his mouth. I was taking short hard humps into him, as I reached under him and jerked on his dick. I could tell Paulus was close as he had his head thrown back and his mouth hanging open the way he does just before he receives the gods' touch. Paulus started screaming his joy, and the gods decided to touch Rufus. His dick was jumping in my hand as he squirted out his seed. His ass was contracting and loosening around my cock, and so the gods choose that time to touch me with their joy. I shoved hard into Rufus, and took up Paulus' scream as his died away. We layed beside each other as we recovered, and our servants cleansed us. We all snuggled together and slept the deep sleep as we crowded together on Paulus' bed. No, I wasn't lacking for sex. It just wasn't the same as with my Hadrian. As we left Rome for the start of our trip, we headed west to my Hadrian's villa. It isn't finished by any means, but we spent a few days there before heading north. You could tell it will be beautiful when it is finished. It is already a small city, with stalls for craftsmen and merchants and the workshops of stonemasons and sculptors and artists. It has a busy marketplace and homes and apartments for all those who are working on the villa. Oh yes, it is going to be so beautiful. There will be porticoes, libraries, temples, a theater, and a music hall. Once it is done, there will be a hippodrome and Hadrian has even ordered a small replica of Plato's Academy. Near the baths are the grain elevators. Hadrian has planned the villa so the servants can use tunnels to move about. That way no guest will be disturbed by any slaves running around. The servants will be told how many people are coming for dinner at any particular villa on the grounds, and they can go to the grain elevators and get the food that will be needed for the meal. Besides the imperial palace he is building for himself, there will be another smaller one for his wife Empress Sabina. At supper that night after arriving at the villa, it was just me and my Hadrian for the first time in years. I tried to tactfully tell my erastes that I would be satisfied with him just holding me that night. I knew having sex was getting harder and harder for him, and I didn't want him to try and then be disappointed. My Hadrian understood what I was trying to say, and beckoned me to him. I slipped into his arms and he petted my back as he told me his doctor had given him a recipe for an aphrodisiac. He had his cook prepare pine seeds with onions, white mustard and pepper. After cooking it all together, Hadrian would have a portion each day. He informed me that while he couldn't have sex as often as he used to, he could still get it up and function as a man. I was so glad because I needed his cock bad. We had our arms around each others waist as we made our way down the hallways to our bed chamber. Stephen helped me hurriedly undress, and I couldn't help but finger my cock and balls as I watched my Hadrian being undressed. My erastes was watching me with his special smile for me on his face. He shooed away the servants as soon as we were both naked. The sight of him still makes me so hard my cock aches. Even though we have been together so many years I can't really remember what life without my Hadrian was like. Either that aphrodisiac works really good, or my erastes still finds me appealing, because my lover was rock hard also. My Hadrian slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me hard against him. I slipped my arms around his neck as I planted kisses on his cheeks. We stood hugging together as our hard cocks rubbed together. I whispered to my Hadrian that I had to have him inside me soon. We moved to the bed, and I lay in the center as my Hadrian knelt over me. He opened my legs, and his face disappeared into my crotch. His tongue was working my nuts so well that I was afraid the gods would make me spew my cum then. I was able to force myself not too. When my cock was sucked into my lovers mouth, I had to force myself to relax. My erastes' finger was working the oil into my love hole as his mouth was working on my dick. I didn't know how much I could take as I moaned and squirmed under him. He took my balls in his hand and pulled them away from my body. It didn't do any good. They were tight against me as soon as he let them go. Hadrian let my dick slip from his mouth and scooted up to where I could oil his fine cock. Oh yes! He needed me just as bad as I needed him. His dick-head was a dark purple and he was as hard as I have ever seen him. I pulled my legs to my chest and rolled upon my shoulders, presenting my lover easy access to my love spot. He slipped his dick inside me, and I had to fight the gods as he pushed past their home. Hadrian pulled his cock most of the way out, and the feelings of the ridge of his fat dick-head scraping across the home of the gods was more than I could stand. I had to scream as the gods sent my cum gushing out of my dick to hit me on the face. My erastes was taking short fast strokes as I screamed and jerked under him as the gods sent spasm after spasm throughout my body. My lover joined my screams as he grunted each shot of his life force into me. Continued Comments: idc90@hotmail.com Flames Happily Ignored :) I answer all e-mails. If you should write and not get an answer, it is because I didn't get it. Hotmail sometimes gets overloaded. Please try again. Thanks for reading, Joe Camp 1999