Date: Tue, 14 Sep 1999 00:48:54 GMT From: Joe Camp <idc90@hotmail.com> Subject: My Hadrian 16 My Hadrian Part 16 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 16 I gently withdrew from my erastes, and as he relaxed, I slowly started licking his body clean of his love offering. When I could find no more of his cum, he pulled me into his arms, and we slept. We sailed down the Rhine and were met by a war ship for the crossing of the Channel to Brittania (Britain). The Emperor wanted to inspect the wall he had ordered built from the Solway Firth to the mouth of the Tyne, in order to keep the barbarians out of the Empire's territory. We sailed up the Thames. When we arrived at Londinium (London), the Empress decided to stay there with her party as the Emperor inspected the frontier. We headed north, and the Emperor inspected the camps along the way to the fortified frontier. We arrived at the frontier, and the wall was very impressive. The wall was 15 feet high, and built of stone. Hadrian told me it was 80 miles long, and there is a small garrison of at least 8 men every mile. Between the mile garrisons are turrets where sentries keep watch. To the north of the Wall is a deep defensive ditch and to the south another ditch flanked by mounds of earth. There are places to cross the ditches at the major forts which are the supply points for the small garrisons. A close check can be made on the movement of goods, people and animals crossing the frontier at these large forts. Civilian settlements are growing up around the large forts, and there is a booming business in trading with the barbarians. I was surprised when I learned everything had been built by the legionnaires. Hadrian told me no slaves had been used. It was an idea he had to keep the soldiers busy and happier. It seems to have worked! We were strolling in a market place one day, and I saw a dagger like I had never seen before. Instead of a straight blade, it curved back and forth, and reminded me of a snake crawling. The vender said it had been made by a barbarian, and when my Hadrian saw how much I wanted it, he bought it for me. I had to kiss him thank you as I hugged him with joy. I promised to make that night special for him. That night as we went to bed, I told my erastes I was going to suck on his cock like he had never been sucked before. His nuts lay heavy between his legs. I just had to get between his legs. I lapped at his nuts, as he moaned and twitched. I sucked one of his big eggs into my mouth. I can't tell you how good it was. The taste of my erastes was filling my longing. My tongue ran up the length of his cock, and found the fat purple head. My Hadrian was leaking so much pre-cum, that I had to swallow. Oh, by the gods, but it was good. I took a deep breath, and started his dick down my throat. It was sending him up the wall. He was whimpering, as he carefully thrust into my mouth. I got all the way down, before he started thrashing about, calling out my name. "Antinous" he moaned as he humped his hips. I could feel his cock starting to swell in my throat. I knew he was about to be touched by the gods. He screamed, "Ugh!", as I pulled off enough to taste the hot creamy cum, as the gods shot it from the source. He must have shot six or seven squirts, before he stopped, as his body jerked and thrashed about. I let his clean soft cock, slip from my mouth, when he reached down and pulled me up for a kiss. The trip back to Londinium (London), and the Empress, was uneventful, and Hadrian was pleased with what he saw. The seas were a little rough as we re-crossed the Channel to northern Gaul (northern France), but the god Neptune was kind and there were no storms. I am sure all the praying I did to him for our fleet helped. Our trip was quite leisurely, and we stopped at Avignon in southern Gaul. Avignon is site of a major aqueduct bringing water from the snowpacks in the Alps. The aqueducts were really something to see, and they are a marvel of Roman engineering. We spent some time at the city of Nimes, before leisurely continuing on to Hispania (Spain). Hadrian was born in Hispania, but of a Royal Roman family. He wanted to show me his birthplace of Italica (Santiponce), which is near the city of Sevilla (Seville). For weeks as we traveled through southern Gaul, Hadrian had been reminiscing about his boyhood home, and I was as anxious to see it as he was. I didn't know until then, that his uncle, Emperor Trajan, had also been born there. My Hadrian told me about the colossal Amphitheater. He described the theater in great detail, and told me of the beautiful statues and mosaics located in Italica. I could hardly wait to see it all for myself. But first, we would be stopping at the Governor's palace at Tarragona in northern Hispania. The weather was nice, and it didn't take us long at all to settle right in. The Governor held an orgy the second week we were there. I had fun, but keep worrying that my Hadrian was overdoing it. I know he mounted three boys that night. They were all beautiful, and I wouldn't have minded mounting them myself, but my erastes hasn't been well, no matter what he says. We had been at Tarragona for some time. It was late in the afternoon, and I was studying with my tutor. I heard a commotion in the hallway, and was just about to get up and see what was going on when Stephen burst into the chamber. His face was deathly white as he blurted out, "The Emperor has been attacked!" The gods wouldn't let me breathe! There was a tight band around my chest that refused to let me take a breath. I was afraid I was going to be sick to my stomach. I was light headed and there was a buzzing in my ears. I was afraid I would faint. I could hear my erastes' words, "A Roman soldier must assume he is already dead as he marches into battle. An Emperor must assume he is dead as soon as he arises in the morning." "Is he dead?" I whispered. "I don't know!" Stephen responded. "Where is he?" I demanded. "He was in the garden." I was informed. I had to run to my Hadrian! It didn't matter if I could breathe or not. I had to know! I had to see my erastes! At last my feet started working, as I ran to the garden. I was shoving servants out of my way, as I ran to my love. People were milling everywhere, as I burst out the door into the garden. I thanked the gods when I saw my Hadrian's head above the crowd! He was standing in the center of a group. I shoved people out of the way so I could reach my erastes. I had to have my arms around him. I was trembling as I hugged him as hard as I could. I couldn't let him go even after he kissed my cheek and assured me he wasn't hurt. It took me a while to get the story straight, but Hadrian had been strolling alone in the garden when he was attacked by a slave with a sword. My erastes might not be as young as he once was, but he is still as strong as a bear. Hadrian was able to overpower the slave and hold him until the servants arrived. If I could have had that slave in front of me at that moment, I would have cut his heart out! It wasn't until the next day we learned that the slave had gone insane. He will spend the rest of his life in chains turning a grinding stone. I noticed for weeks after the attack, the Captain of the Royal Guards kept his men closer to the Emperor. My Hadrian tried to treat the whole affair lightly, as if it was nothing. That night as we went to bed, I tried not to let my erastes know how much the attack had upset me. I begged the gods to never take my Hadrian from me, and vowed to fill his life with my love. I couldn't get close enough to my lover that night as we made love. I wanted to crawl inside him. To melt into him. To be a part of him. I kissed him from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet as I made sure he really hadn't been hurt. I devoured his neck with kisses before moving to those muscled shoulders that I was thankful were so strong. Kisses down his hairy chest to those nipples I love to lick and suck as Hadrian's strong hand stroked my back. My erastes was moaning and they were standing tall before I moved on. I planted kisses all over his stomach, pausing long enough to lap up all the pre-cum leaking from my Hadrian's huge cock. I didn't touch that tool I love so much. The head of his dick was dark purple as it peeked at me through his foreskin. I wasn't ready for this to end. I wasn't ready for my erastes to receive the gods' touch! I wanted this to last. Kisses down the outside of his leg; all over the bottom of his foot. A kiss to each toe before starting back up the top of his foot. I covered the inside of his leg before reaching that very tender area on the inside of his thigh. Kisses to every spot before starting on his other leg. As I placed the last kiss high on the inside of his thigh, I let my tongue lap across his nuts. Hadrian's sigh turned to a groan as I slurped one of his big eggs into my mouth. I didn't play too long. I still wanted more. I had to have the feel of my erastes' life force shooting into my ass. I planted a few kisses along the long shaft of my Hadrian's cock before I reached for the olive oil. I didn't play too long as I slicked up his cock. I didn't want to get him too close to shooting. He bent down and placed a kiss on each of my butt cheeks before nuzzling the tender insides of my thighs. His beard tickled, but I didn't feel like laughing. It wasn't long before his oiled finger had me ready to receive his rod. I guess my erastes wanted to make it last that night too. He kissed my chest with thousands of kisses as he worked his way downward. He placed kisses on each of my nuts before slurping my dick into his mouth. I warned him I couldn't take much! I tried to tell him I was too close! I begged the gods not to touch me! I had to scream as I received one of the hardest touches of my life. I had to strain into my lovers mouth as I sobbed with each shot the gods sent from my eggs. Shots so hard they hurt, were sent through my dick into Hadrian's sucking mouth. At last the gods released me as I dribbled the last of my life force. Hadrian sucked the last I had to offer as my cock went limp. He smiled as he let me slip from his mouth and licked his lips. I could tell he had gotten what he had wanted as his cock entered my opening. Tenderly my erastes pushed his huge cock into me. Slowly he pulled it back out. Over and over he fucked into my love hole as I caressed his face. His eyes were locked on mine as we muttered words of love to each other. I was surprised when I felt my erastes' hand on my dick. I was once again hard! My lover's hand was slowly working up and down my hard dick in time with our fucking. He would pause at the head once in a while and work the foreskin with his thumb before once again stroking my cock in time with his fucks. I was humping my butt in time with my Hadrian when he had to speed up. Faster the big head of his dick scraped across the home of the pleasure gods. Faster it was pushed back in. My erastes gave that grunt he does before the gods touch. I had to scream my thanks to the gods as my seed was once again pumping out my dick as my lover's life force splashed 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