Date: Mon, 1 Jan 2007 12:40:49 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "A Pyrimid in my Toga" by Jay Roberts   Gay Historical

Apology: The ages of the characters or the arrangement of events may
violate historical records.  Forgive the author.  This is literary licence.

Warning: It is not with the author's approval that any underage child (18
or less) is present and reading this salacious stuff.  Please leave as soon
as your back button is reached.


I am Mark Anthony, a noble Roman, considered the most favored man in the
world, perfect of body, handsome of face, still youthful ready to die for
my Caesar.

I write this account of part of my tarry in Egypt one year after my return
to the Senate.

What a life I have led.  At the age of twelve, my young lithesome body
caught the eye of great Caesar.  He took a patron's interest in me,
arranged for my schooling and my elegant dress.  Naturally, my master
expected certain favors.  I was pleased to comply with his wishes and
needs.  Some boys I knew lost their maleness from these activities, but not
me.  I am a proficient lover of women.  When I use my praetorian flesh
lance between their thighs they dance to my tune, singing their pleasure
and some faint through excess of feeling.

So it was when I met the enchanting Cleopatra.  Although Caesar was
attempting to become her lover, when she saw me, her eyes narrowed in
passion and she leaned heavily on her serpent staff to keep from falling in
a swoon.  She was an extravagant beauty: eyes that held you until she
looked away, breasts that thrust out to the world, but warned not to touch,
but it was her whole body that was a generous gift from a kind god.  She
was colored pale tan, her limbs were slim, but supple and her feet
something to kiss and pet.

One day, two weeks after I had arrived in Cairo, I had not yet brought the
proud queen to my bed.  I had to content with my Greek servant.  He devoted
himself to emptying my ball sac whenever I felt my prong in need of
attention.  And when I asked, he bared his perfect, boy arse so I might
piece his hot hole.  Oh how that young Greek would howl in pleasure as I
sawed away, finally spilling my balm on his abused hole.

A day that I felt the need of sex, a note arrived with the royal seal.  It
read: Dear MA, I have denied myself of your gallantry long enough.  My
other lips are moist in anticipation.  Meet me in the little reading room
in the palace at sunset.  It was signed with an ornate "C".

I entered the little room.  I sat on a fur-draped couch.  Soon a hidden
door opened near a statue of Isis.  A slim figure emerged into the dim
light.  She was lightly veiled.  Silver and gold bracelets glimmered in the
dim light.  Her legs were bare, perfect smooth, polished tan began her
dance.  She performed several gyrating steps.  As she passed near me
provocatively, I smelled rare perfumes emanating from her body.

I watched the performance, an audience of one.  I dared not think it, but
her dance was inexpert.  I had seen street dancers on the Rialto as good.
Finally I could not stand the passion her presence and hint of willingness.
I rose, my toga was thrust out by the erection of my noble organ.  I tore
off the garment and stood naked from my waist downward.  She stopped
dancing and came close.  She was panting from her efforts and I hoped from
passion as well.

I took hold of her sapling of a body in an embrace, and grabbed the veil
and pulled it off roughly.  As it disengaged it pulled at her hair.  She
reached to retrieve her hair arrangement, but the entire affair lifted and
pulled away and fell on the floor.  It was an artful wig.  Now standing in
front of me was the beautiful Ptolemy, brother of Cleopatra, Prince of
Egypt.  He was sixteen at this time, in the breaking dawn of maturity.  He
had his sister's face, but he was not a lithesome girl, rather a strong
male boy with growing muscles.

I was both shocked and stimulated by this turn of events.  I determined to
teach the lovely boy a lesson as a punishment for his prank.  Before I
could get myself into some action Ptolemy stripped off his garments,
revealing a tan sapling of a body, a long thin penis erected and swaying as
he stared at me with his kohl ringed eyes and pursed carmine tinted baby
lips.  With a cry, he thrust himself down, his upper body lying on an empty
sarcophagus that was carved for his sister's eventual funeral and sleep for
eternity.  His slim backside was exposed and he held both of his perfect
ass orbs aside revealing his round opening and to my delight, showed the
space between fuzzy with baby hair.  I moaned outload at seeing it.  I
dropped my toga on the floor and let my prong wave in the air.  I guessed
that the boy had stretched his opening with dildos as it was wide and
round.  He was muttering and mewling in passion.  "Don't be a Roman girl,
be brave, pierce me hard.  I wasted no further time, I moved up close, but
the blunt end of my fat weapon against his hole and it slipped in.  He
howled in approval.  There was a large polished gold disc that was there to
include in Cleopatra's belongings for the trip.  As I settled myself inside
the hot boy, I could, looking over his sinewy back, his face reflected in
the surface.  His tongue was hanging out, his face was crunched into a
demon's expression and his eyes shot sparks.  He kept up a constant wail of
passion as I began cruelly battering his arse.  His long penis was swaying
below him, dripping fluid.  I was so overcome with the strangeness of the
moment, as well as the danger, that I felt I could not exert my usual
control over my sex storm.  Suddenly my eyes rolled upward, my muscles
locked and I let out a roar of victory as my lance began to express volleys
of fluid into the whimpering boy.  He began animalistic grunts as he felt
the searing essence splash into his body.  His swaying organ began shooting
streams of cum in a circle motion as he body weaved and bucked in
uncontrollable passion.

Finally I slipped by spent organ out of his anis.  His hole closed, trying
to keep me in.  At last he fell in a heap on the floor.  I tossed his
girlish clothes at him, pulled my toga on and strode out of the room.

I hadn't let him see it, but I was spent both sexually and physically.  I
fell on my sleeping couch and slept for many hours.  I was awakened by
Polius, my Greek body servant.  He was wearing his usual brief white
garment, his handsome legs fully exposed.  "Master, may I bathe you?"

I acquiesced.  "Oh thank you Master." He cried in happiness.

He arranged my still sleepy body so that I was on my back.  He gently
removed my garments.  I was already slipping into the sex daze that
overtakes one when a handsome young man is busy bringing waves of pleasure.
He loved exciting me with his puffy Greek lips and slippery tongue.  He
kissed my neck, he breathed into my ears, he licked the pink erectile
centers of my chest, sucking my navel, and kissing my inner thighs.  I was
transported, dizzy with my heavy breathing, awaiting the supreme thrill of
his tender mouth taking my organ in and suckling me to an explosion.
Suddenly he said, "Oh."  He left me and fell on his knees with his head
against the floor.  "Mighty Caesar, welcome to our bed chamber."

I lifted up on my elbows.  There stood my ruler attended by a tall, blonde
haired lad, very lithe and yet muscular, a real beauty.  Caesar appeared
vigorous and healthy, his sixty years lying lightly on him.

"I have come to bring you great pleasure.  At my side is John, a captive
slave from the Anglo-Saxon realm.  He speaks only the guttural language of
the primitive people of his island, but he speaks most eloquently with his
flesh spear."  He lifted up the short tunic.  The lad was naked underneath.
His flaccid penis was at least six inches long.  The boy smiled proudly at
being displayed.  "I am past the time of being able to piece his arse, and
I am too important to allow him access to my rear quarters, but you, dear
Mark Anthony, you have early training in the talent.  I bring him to you so
he can keep his valuable skills sharp.  Please therefore, assume the lower
person's position to be entered for sex.  As to your Greek boy, he can
continue his ministrations by munching on my noble organ."

"Your greatness, I most humbly protest.  I am a noble of Rome, surely you
do not want me to act the animal, bested by a mere slave boy?"

Caesar smashed my face with his fist. "Quiet you insect.  If you continue
your insubordination I will have you beheaded within the hour."

I signed reluctantly but there was no option.  I rested on my elbows and
knees.  Behind me I could hear a rustle of clothes as the slave boy John
disrobed.  I looked back, his lips were drawn back in a harsh smile.  His
lance was at full extension.  I shook with fear and sweat broke out all
over my body.  As he moved into position I could hear the slurping of my
slave, attending to Caesar's pleasure.

John put the head of his penis against my anis.  I wept slightly as the
prospect of the coming pain.  John laughed at my fear and insolently
slapped my arse cheek.  I heard Caesar laughing heartily.  He pushed
against the opening and entered, the slap disorienting me and opening up my
arse.  I was shamed.  He entered further.  He was about half way inside and
the head of his organ massaged that place inside.  I knew from my youth
that once that was breached, t the man on the bottom had no further
volition and he was a slave to the one above.  I fell into the same role as
I began meeting his thrusts.  John laughed in pleasure at his conquest.  He
reached around and pulled insolently on my soft penis, to my embarrassment,
grew hard from his touch.  He knew I was beginning to like his actions.  He
was singing a song to me, a native song as he grunted and fully entered my
orifice.  I cried out in pleasure.  "Oh, you low child, you have no right
to be above me, entered and withdrawing from my insides, but the thrills
running through my body makes up for the shame.  Do your worst, do it with
vigor, make me your animal."

On some level he understood and with a cry of triumph he began a rapid in
and out, rubbing my sensitive areas and making me almost faint with the
power of the sensations.  I was moaning and crying like a whore of the
Rialto, all dignity forgotten in the fabulous pleasure he was giving me.
Finally the last vestige of my manhood vanished as, without touching it, my
penis gave out powerful spurts of my male fluid, as I rocked and howled in
pleasure as my tentacles emptied themselves like a cow being milked.  John
screamed his own release as he drenched my insides with his male milk.  It
seared me and marked me for life as a male whore.

When he had finished, he moved away from me, knelt down before Caesar.
Caesar pushed away my Greek Boy.  He put a hand on the English lad and
said, "Well done.  I will reward you will your freedom.  I think thank
Polius here will take your place very well."

He exited with my Greek boy.  John tarried a moment, took his opportunity
with Caesar out of the room to slap my arse even harder than before.

I fell on my back.  Oh what a bitter fate has befallen Mark Anthony.  How
my mighty self has come down.  But, someday Caesar will be repaid.


End

You all know what happened to Julius later at the Senate.