Date: Fri, 16 Jul 1999 01:36:18 GMT
From: Joe Camp <idc90@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Hadrian 6

My Hadrian
Part 6
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 6



  I fell asleep, laying on top of my Hadrian, with his cock still
buried up my ass.  Three times in one night, he had given me his
life force.  I was laying on my side, when I woke, and the sky was
just starting to turn pink.  I felt my erastes once again entering
my hot passion tunnel.  He worked his hard dick, until I once
again felt his cum splashing into me.  He started to withdraw, but
I placed my hand on his butt, holding him inside me.  He relaxed
and hugged me, as I told him, "We are going to have to change
your nick name from The Greek, to The Bull." We were soon
both back asleep.

  I never saw Publius again, once we arrived at the palace.  His
work kept him in a different area.  The Governor's sons and I
became friends, and we had some good wrestling matches.  Of
course, the wrestling matches always led to a good fucking or
sucking. I was looking out a window one day, and saw their sister
walking in the garden with her nurse.  She was pretty, but I had
no desire to meet a girl.

  My Hadrian invited both of the Governor's sons to his bed a
few times, and I spent a couple of nights with their father.
The Governor was fun, but he wasn't my Hadrian.  He would cum
once, then turn over and go to sleep.

  We were only at the palace in Thrace a few weeks, when
my erastes announced we would be moving on to Byzantium
(Istanbul).  Oh, I had some experiences at Byzantium! When
we arrived, we settled into the palace.  It was the most
beautiful I had seen.  The city stretched on forever.  The
harbor was crowded with ships from every province of the
Empire.

  I had become used to spending most of the day and night with
my erastes, except for an hour or two spent with my tutor.  Once
we arrived at Byzantium, Hadrian spent hour after hour with the
Governor, as they went over the problems and accounts of the
province.  Although I spent some time with the Governor's
eromenos, I didn't really like him.  He was not very bright, and
although he was beautiful, his conversation was dull. He had never
even read Homer!  I was bored.

  About the third week we were there, I decided I would go see
the market place.  My erastes was busy, and I saw no reason to
disturb him and the Governor, as I would only be gone a few hours.

  I called Stephen to help me change my tunic, and as I was
dressing, he was fussing like a old woman.  He felt I shouldn't go,
without telling my erastes.  I really saw no reason to disturb his
meeting with the Governor.  I got my purse, that was heavy with
the coins Hadrian had given me.  Stephen wanted me to call some
of the royal guards to go with me, but I had my fine dagger that
my erastes had given me.  I could defend us, and besides, who
would dare attack the eromenos of the Emperor?

  It wasn't far to the market place, and it was crowded with people
from all over the Empire. The stalls were full of every kind of
goods you could imagine.  There were fruits and vegetables,
cloth, rugs, pottery and cookware .  There were animals of all
types for sale.  If you could think of it, it could be found in the
market place of Byzantium.

  It was teeming with people, and the people trying to sell their
goods were the rudest I had ever seen.  The boys and girls that
were prostitutes, were trying to drag me into their brothels.  I
kept one hand on my purse, and the other on my dagger, ready to
pull it from it's sheath, at the first sign of danger.  Stephen was
trying to keep the people pushed away from me, but there were
just too many.

  The venders were sticking their wares in my face, pleading for
me to buy their goods.  They were speaking in so many different
languages, that I didn't understand most of what was said.

  I did become a little frightened at one point.  Stephen had
gotten separated from me in the crush of the crowd.  I wasn't
afraid he would run away or anything like that! No, Stephen is
much too loyal a servant to run away.  In fact, Stephen has
served me so well, I will have to remember to leave a note asking
Hadrian to grant him his freedom.

  I could hear Stephen calling my name, but I couldn't see him
in the crowd.  I pushed my way through the masses, working my
way to where I thought his voice was coming from.  I was
surround by a sea of smelly unwashed bodies, and I wanted to
gag.  My tunic was soiled, and I felt dirty.  I was trying to
push my way through the crowd, and keep my eye on a man at the
same time.  He looked like a thief and I didn't like the way he
was watching me.

  He melted away in the crowd, as the people started parting to
each side.  I stood still, and the crowd parted to reveal the
Captain of the Royal Guards standing there with a company of his
legionnaries.  Stephen rushed to my side, as the Captain told me,
"The Emperor requests that you return to the palace."

  I nodded to the Captain, and the legionnaries formed lines on each
side of me and Stephen, as we returned to the palace.  As we
walked, I had to wonder if my erastes was upset with me.

  The guards left me at the door to the chamber where Caesar was
waiting.  I squared my shoulders before entering the room.  My
erastes was standing in the middle of the room, with a worried
look on his face.

  I had to rush to him, and wrap my arms around his waist, as I
told him how sorry I was for worrying him. He hugged me back,
before telling me, "Antinous, I was afraid something would
happen to you.  I was afraid someone would capture you, and
hold you for ransom.  You know as your erastes, I would pay any
ransom to get you back, but as Caesar, I could not pay any
ransom at all.  All I could do as Caesar, would be to punish
them for harming you."

  I nodded, that I understood, as I still had my head pressed
against his chest.  My erastes bent down and kissed the top of my
head, before telling me, "Go take a bath now, you stink."

  After that, my erastes spent more and more time with me.  He
would even allow me to stay while he heard reports from his
officials.  Our love life became more and more exciting.

  It was at Byzantium that the gods first sent my life force
shooting from my dick.  We were in Hadrian's bed, and I had
been sucking on his big eggs.  My erastes was moaning and
squirming under me.  His cock was sticking almost straight up.
His dick-head was bright red, and peeking out of his foreskin.

  I gently pulled down his foreskin, so my tongue could have
free access to that bright red glans.  I lapped up the pre-cum
streaming from my erastes.  It was the honey of the gods.  I
licked around his fat dick-head, and my Hadrian was groaning.
I sucked that big rod down my throat, and my erastes fucked
into my mouth once or twice.  My lover lifted my head off his
cock, and guided me onto my back, so he could mount me.

  My dick was rigid and hard against my belly.  It felt as if it
would break, if I so much as touched it.  The head of my cock
was dark purple, and I giggled a little at the thought that it was
the same color as my Caesar's toga.  My nuts were tight against
me.  I needed my erastes inside me bad!

  My erastes oiled my ass, and I quickly oiled his dick.  I was
urging him to hurry, as he lined his cock up with my opening.  I
was pushing my ass up, trying to get his big dick inside me as fast
as I could.  He grinned at me as he slowly pulled back the foreskin
of his cock.  He teased my hole, as he ran the head of his dick
around in a circle. Finally, Hadrian got the head of his cock lined
up, and started pushing into me.  I was begging him to hurry, but
he was taking his time.

  He pushed past the home of the pleasure gods, and I had to
gasp, as they sent feelings through me, that I had never before
felt. I knew this would be the best fuck I had ever had in my life!
Hadrian was slowly working his dick in and out of me, but I needed
it to be fast and hard.  He was grinning down at me, pleased that
I needed his cock so badly.  I tried to smile at him, but I was
getting frustrated.  I was humping my butt, trying to make him
speed up.

  At last, he started going faster, and harder.  I suddenly had
to scream, "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE", as the gods touched me like they
had never touched me before.  My body first went rigid, and I
felt my cock jerking, as a few drops of cum was shot from it.
I couldn't stop flopping under my Hadrian as the gods sent their
new feelings flooding through my body.   He shoved hard into me,
and his cum erupted from his fountain as if it was a volcano
spewing forth its molten lava.


Continued

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Thanks for reading,
Joe Camp
1999