Date: Tue, 20 Jul 1999 01:31:21 GMT From: Joe Camp <idc90@hotmail.com> Subject: Hadrian 8 My Hadrian Part 8 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 8 Yes, there have been many orgies since then, but I will always remember my 13th birthday. I have often asked the gods, what I did to deserve the best erastes of any boy in the world. To be loved by my Hadrian is to know bliss, and the happiness of the gods. We spent months at Pergamum. I think we visited the studio of every good sculptor in the city. Hadrian kept telling me he wished he had the time to do a bust of me himself, but he had to settle for having them done by the artists. Anytime he saw the work of an artist he liked, Hadrian would order another work of me. We were in the studio of one artist, as he drew a sketch of me. Hadrian was telling the artist what he wanted, but he just didn't seem to understand. My erastes took the sketch away from him, and telling me to lift my head, drew what he wanted the man to sculpt. He kept muttering that he wished he had the time to do a small sculpture of me himself. That night, as we lay in bed, my erastes was kissing and petting me. His kisses on my neck had me so aroused, that I didn't know how much I could take. His lips moved to my nipples, and it only took a few swipes of his tongue to have them standing tall. Lower he moved, as he kissed my stomach, then my thighs. I was a little surprised, when I felt a kiss on my dick. My Hadrian just paused there, and I could feel his hot breath, making my dick throb. I wanted to thrust up, and I would have had my cock in his mouth. I wanted to, but my Hadrian is a man. My Hadrian couldn't play boys games. Oh, my dick ached for him! I was sure he wanted me in his mouth, as bad as I wanted to be there. But, we didn't. Hadrian lifted my legs, and oiled my ass. He was gentle and loving as he pushed his hard dick into me. His hand was around my cock, and he was jerking the skin up and down. I watched my dick-head as it appeared, to once again be consumed by my foreskin as Hadrian pulled upward. Another peek, as his hand pushed down. His thrusts into me were timed to the movement of his hand. My Hadrian had never jerked on my cock before. It was so exciting to have him doing it. It didn't make him any less a man in my eyes. It was my Hadrian making love to his eromenos. I had to groan, as the gods sent a strong touch. My cum was pumping out onto my stomach. Hadrian, my erastes, shoved fast into me, and started grunting with his shots. He gave a little moan, once he was through, and he placed his lips to mine, and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I had never felt so loved as at that moment. I started to call Stephen, to cleanse me, but my erastes put his finger to my lips, and shook his head no. He withdrew from me, and got the towel himself. He gently cleansed me of my spent cum, then wiped his cum from my ass. As he lay down beside me, I had to hug him and whisper, "thank you," in his ear. He just hugged me tight to himself, as we drifted off to sleep. After that, every time we would make love, Hadrian would caress my cock and balls with his hand, as he fucked me. I knew he wanted to suck my cock, and that made me feel so special. He couldn't let himself though. I understood; men aren't supposed to play like boys. It was enough for me to know my Hadrian wanted to play with me. It was days later, before we were alone, where we were sure the servants couldn't overhear us. I told my Hadrian, without referring to his jerking me off, that as far as I was concerned, nothing he could ever do would make him less a man in my eyes. We had spent months at Pergamum, and seen everything. I was satisfied that I had seen everything of interest there. My Hadrian's next stop was the island of Rhodes. My erastes told me about how Rhodes rose from the depths of the sea as a precious gift from Zeus, the father of all the gods and humans, to his son Apollo, the God of Light and Sun. Rhodes is an important banking center and Hadrian had personal business to conduct there, besides the government affairs as Emperor. As we entered the harbor, I saw the Colossus of Rhodes, a statue of the sun god Helios. It had been 105 feet high when it had been standing. Oh, how small the men must have felt, in those ships that had passed under it to enter the harbor. Even after having been toppled by an earthquake 200 years ago, it was still a marvel to see. The bronze had turned a blue-green, from the action of the sea air and it was very beautiful. As is always the case, Hadrian had to spend the first few days with the Governor, going over the accounts of the province. I was a little bored, as there weren't any boys at the palace to play with. One night at supper, Hadrian told me about the sculpture done in marble, known as the Laocoon. It had been sculpted in Rhodes, and Hadrian had seen it in the Emperor Titus' villa. Titus had taken it from Rhodes to grace his villa at Rome. Titus had died ten years before Hadrian was born but his villa was maintained like a museum. Hadrian's tutor, Caelius Attianus, had taken Hadrian as a boy to see the great statue. Laocoon is the one with the three men struggling with serpents that have wrapped around the men. It is considerably larger than life-size. I remembered there was a Greek story that said Laocoon had taken a vow of celibacy to ask the gods' help against the invading Greeks during the Trojan War. But then Laocoon broke the vow, and had two sons. Apollo was offended by Laocoon's actions, and when the sons were grown, had them attacked by two sea serpents. Laocoon, the father, tried to rescue the sons and all three men were crushed to death by the serpents. The statue of the naked men with the incredible muscles fighting the serpents was a symbol of masculine beauty, virility, and sexual potency, but it is also a tale of incredible terror about incurring the wrath of the gods. My Hadrian explained that the serpent represents the penis. In the story, Laocoon had taken a vow of celibacy and the struggle of Laocoon and his sons is with the serpent, or penis. Hadrian promised to buy me a miniature of the statue made of the best ivory, while we were in Rhodes, and take me to see the real one, once we got to Rome. When we went to Hadrian's bed that night, my erastes kissed me and then started making love to my body. He planted kisses all over my face, before kissing my mouth, and inserting his tongue inside me. He was sucking on my tongue, and it didn't take me long to understand he wanted me to put my tongue inside his mouth. I nervously touched my tongue to his lips, hoping I hadn't misunderstood what he wanted. I couldn't ask, as I was sure our servants were listening. He sucked my tongue into his mouth, and I joined the gods on top of Mount Olympus. It was almost enough to make my life forces shoot from my dick. My Hadrian broke our kiss, and started kissing my neck. The thrills he was sending with his kisses was almost more than I could stand. He kissed my shoulders, and then worked his way slowly down my chest. My right nipple was in his mouth, and he gently sucked on it as he nipped it with his teeth. I had to moan, as I ran my hand up and down his back. He all too soon, moved his mouth to my left side. It too was firm and standing at attention, before he left it to kiss down my stomach to my belly button. He forced his tongue into my belly button, and I had to put my hand over my mouth to try and keep from giggling. Hadrian quickly moved downward. He was kissing my pubic hair, even though I still didn't have much there. My erastes nudged my legs open, and his tongue was all over my nuts. He sucked one of my eggs into his mouth, and I had to gasp. The gods were begging to release my cum. Hadrian kissed my cock, before bathing it with his tongue. He lapped up the pre- cum leaking from the slit in my dick-head, before kissing it. I thought I would go out of my mind, when he sucked my hard rod into his mouth. I couldn't help but buck into his mouth, as his tongue worked wonders on my dick. The hairs of his beard were tickling my nuts, as I humped faster and faster into his mouth. Suddenly, I had to thrust hard into him, and strain upward, as I screamed a long, "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE." My cock was jerking with each shot of my cum into My Hadrian's sucking mouth. Stars were flashing in my head, as the gods told me this was meant to be. I know it couldn't have been but moments but, I had to strain against the gods touch for what seemed like hours. I was still hard when Hadrian let my cock slip from his mouth. He was grinning as he slid up the bed to lay beside me. I knew he didn't feel any less a man, and didn't regret what had happened. I kissed his lips, and his tongue was fast into my mouth. I tasted myself on his tongue, and he didn't object as my tongue entered him. Once we broke our kiss, I whispered, "thank you," in his ear. I was still hard, and my erastes still needed relief, as I started kissing on his firm chest. I licked his nipple, and it was already standing hard and rigid. The dark brown area was wrinkled and sensitive, and my Hadrian moaned as my tongue touched it. It was so exciting to me, to see my erastes so horny. My own cock was throbbing with need, as I pressed it against Hadrian's thigh. I needed relief again, but it was my erastes' turn. I quickly oiled his throbbing manhood, before forcing a little oil up my butt. I straddled him, and sat down, as I guided his hard tool into me. I had to lean over and kiss my erastes' lips, as we started humping and rocking. Hadrian sucked my tongue into his mouth, and we groaned as the gods emptied his nuts deep into me, and I pumped my life forces onto his chest. When we arrived at Athens, I had to see everything! It was after all, the home of my ancestors. All my life, I had heard about Athens. I knew about the Parthenon. I had heard about that wonderful temple that had been built to honor the Goddess Athena, the virgin goddess from which Athens got its name! I had been told about her statue, and I vowed to worship at her feet. The Emperor was very upset with the condition in which he found Athens. Unemployment was high, and the laws were a shamble. He set a group of lawyers to work, rewriting all the laws of the city. My Hadrian took me to worship Athena, the first day he was free from meetings with the local officials. We climbed The Acropolis, the very high hill in the area of the city where the Parthenon had been built. As we neared the building, it was perfect. Hadrian being the expert on architecture he is, explained that the width-length proportion is four to nine, which is the most perfect proportion for appearance. All I knew was that it was the most beautiful building I had ever seen. Hadrian told me it had been built 500 years ago, and had taken nine years to complete. Even though some of the buildings around it weren't in the best of shape, it had been well maintained. We reverently entered the temple, and I got my first look at the statue of the Goddess Athena that had been made by the sculptor Phidias. I was overcome with awe. Even 500 years later, she was both beautiful and terrifying. She towered over us poor mortals, as she is 40 feet tall. She was carved from wood and ivory , and covered with gold plates. The goddess stands erect with a tunic reaching to her feet. On the middle of her helmet is placed a likeness of a sphinx. The body of a powerful lion, with the head of a man, was awe inspiring. On each side of the goddess' helmet are griffins in relief. They were fabulous creatures. The ears, body, hind legs and tail of a lion, and the head, foreparts and wings of an eagle. My Hadrian explained its size is so great that it can block out the sun in flight. He told me that the griffin combines the qualities of bird and beast, heaven and earth, of good and of evil. He told me it combines knowledge and wisdom as the eagle, with the strength and honor of the lion. It has been said the griffin is stronger than eight lions or 100 eagles. The griffin is vigilant, and has a belligerent nature, with a temper to match its fierce stance. They are known for their strength and vigilance, and that is why they are the Hounds of Zeus. They are relentless as avengers, and any mere mortal that is pursued by them is lost. Athena held a figure of Nike (Victory), that was about 6 feet high, in her right hand. There is a spear in her left hand. On her breast, the head of Medusa is worked in Ivory. At her feet lies a shield and near the shield a serpent. Hadrian explained that the snake beneath her shield represented Erechtheus (Poseidon, god of the Sea). On the outside of her shield an Amazonomachy (Amazon Female Warrior) was represented. On the inside there was a Gigantomachy (Giant), on the edge of her sandals was the Centauromachy (Centaurs, creatures which are half human, half horse). I fell to my knees, and vowed to remember her in my prayers each night. That night, as Hadrian and I were at our supper, we talked about the Golden Age of Athens (500 B.C. to 400 B.C.) We discussed Pericles, who was a great builder of Athens. I knew some of the story about his rule of the Republic, but Hadrian gave me some very interesting information. Pericles led Athens for about 30 years and was the great builder in Athens' most glorious period. Socrates, the teacher of Plato was alive in Athens at that time also. It was the time of the great drama writers, the time of Aeschylus, Sophocles and Euripides as they wrote their great tragedies. The time of Aristophanes as he wrote his comedies. Hadrian promised me we would get to see the outdoor theater, with its seats on the hillside, for good views of the stage below. Hadrian's face clouded, and I could tell that a thought was bothering him. When he again spoke, I knew he was speaking as the Emperor of Rome. Caesar told me about Pericles as the leader of Athens when the Peloponnesian War began. This was the disastrous war between Athens and Sparta. Athens was hit by a devastating plague during the second year of the war and one-third of the population died. Pericles had a most hideous and wretched death from the plague. The leadership of Athens fell to Cleon who was much more belligerent and uncompromising than Pericles. The war lasted nearly 30 years before Cleon was killed in battle. His policies led Athens to defeat in the war, which was a disaster even worse than the plague. I think it was then, that Caesar decided to rebuild Athens to its former glory. When we went to bed that night, my Hadrian was filled with plans for a new temple to Zeus. He wanted to build a grand new library, and many other new buildings. I think he only stopped thinking about his plans long enough to grunt as he shot his cum up my ass. He got up, and called his servant for ink and papyrus (like paper), and we sat up most of the night, as my Hadrian drew his plans for the new temple of Zeus. Yes, I think that was when Caesar decided how to solve the unemployment problem. He summoned all the best architects, engineers, and skilled artisans, and began a building program. New statues were ordered to grace the city. New buildings were planned. The next few weeks were spent with the architects, and they followed us around the city, as my Hadrian decided where he wanted his buildings built. The Emperor had decided not to build near the Parthenon. As he decided what he wanted built where, he would question the architects. He would show them the drawings he had made, making sure they understood what he wanted. When he decided one understood what he wanted, he would put that architect in charge of erecting the building. A new gymnasium was planned, and a new aqueduct for carrying, water. A temple to Hera, the jealous wife of Zeus, would be built, and another to Zeus. My Hadrian's biggest plans were for the completion of the Olympieum, the temple to Zeus that Peisistratus had begun six hundred years earlier, and had never finished. 300 years later, Antiochus Epiphanes had done some more work, but still it was not finished. My Hadrian vowed it would be completed. Hadrian has always been skeptical but interested in religion. All I have to do is look around me, to know it all has to be the work of the gods. The library was assigned to the most experienced and best architect. Hadrian instructed the architect on how he wanted the building designed. He showed him his drawings, and instructed him as to what would be where. Hadrian was lavish in the use of marble in his design of the library. I knew it would be one of the finest and most beautiful libraries anywhere, once it was completed. It was to have marble walls and a gilded roof. The spacious rooms would sparkle with alabaster. There would be paintings by the best artists, and statuary by only the best sculptors. 120 columns were planned. The library would occupy a square enclosed by an extensive colonnade. Yes, we saw everything while we were there. I sat in a seat at the theater, wondering if I was sitting in the same spot Plato or his most famous pupil Aristotle, had sat in. I grinned to myself, as the thought struck me that I might even be sitting where Aristotle's pupil, Alexander the Great had sat, as he watched the plays. The night before we were to leave Athens for Sicily, my Hadrian was at peace in his mind about his new buildings. A trusted architect was in charge of each new work, and understood what my Hadrian wanted. He had only had to fire a couple, that he felt he couldn't trust to follow his directions. Yes, when we went to bed that night, my Hadrian had no distractions but me. I started kissing his forehead, working my way all over his face, with kiss after kiss. When I reached his lips, he started gently sucking on mine. I knew he wanted my tongue in his mouth, and I quickly and eagerly obeyed. He was gently sucking on my tongue, as I tasted the wine he had drunk for dinner. Hadrian forced his tongue into my mouth, and we tongue wrestled for a while. After quite a while, I broke our kiss and started down his firm, hairy chest. I slurped his big nipple into my mouth, and my Hadrian moaned and squirmed under me. I had to smile, as I sucked on his tit. The thought had come to me that as the nipple hardened and lengthened in my mouth, it felt almost like a miniature dick, growing into a hard-on. I changed my mouth to his left nipple, and it was soon standing as proud as his other. I was kissing his belly, as I massaged his big eggs with my hand the way he likes. I noticed he had slipped his hand under his butt, and was rubbing it. I thought I knew what he wanted. I thought he wanted a finger massaging his home of the gods. I slipped my finger down, so it rested just at the start of his ass crack. I didn't go any farther! Hadrian sighed, and moved his hand from his butt. He gently moved my hand back to his eggs, and I resumed massaging them, as I licked up and down his great shaft. My erastes rolled me onto my back, and got over me. My hard aching cock was sucked into his mouth, as I swallowed his down my throat. We were fucking into each other's mouths, and having my erastes play as a boy with me, was so exciting. The gods gave me no warning, and I had to strain as my cock emptied my egg juice into my erastes' sucking mouth. His cock was all the way down my throat, as the gods touched him, and sent his cum rushing to my stomach. 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. 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