Date: Tue, 06 Aug 2002 21:53:03 -0600
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "The Brewsters: Cupbearers to the Gods" (t/b, t/t, t/m, b/m, incest, gods)

Caution/Welcome.  This is a story involving four brothers, one
twelve-year-old, one fourteen- year-old, and two sixteen-year-old twins,
who along with their family, travel to Greece for a most unusual holiday
well, unusual except for the Brewsters.  This story is posted at free gay
adult story sites for adult entertainment only.  Permission is not given to
copy electronically nor in any other form for the purpose of redistribution
or posting at sites other than those described here.  This is the
thirty-eighth story in the Brewster boys special events and myths series.
In real life, if you like to engage in the Greek Art, or figure you might
be running into one of the Greek Gods, the Brewster brothers recommend you
use a condom because humans are not immortal.  Mediterranean cruise
tickets, expense-paid invitations to Greece, invitations from Greek boys,
praise and story ideas can be sent to the author, J.O. Dickingson, at
authorsix@hotmail.com

             THE BREWSTERS: CUPBEARERS TO THE GODS

	"Greece, really?" asked Brent, his deep blue eyes growing wide.
The homeland of his patron deity?  That was too wicked to be true.  Wait
until Billy heard about it!
	"Yes," replied his father.  "Because the commercials we did in
Bimini have been so successful, the company is providing us an all-expense
paid two-week holiday to Greece this summer."
	"Fu-, fu-, fu-, fu-," stuttered Bobby.
	"Fu-crying out loud," supplied Benny.
	"Fu-goodness sake," tried Brett.
	"Fun filled days exploring ancient Greek ruins and lazy warm
Mediterranean nights eating grapes and drinking wine," suggested Brent.
His three brothers, his parents, and even the triplets looked at him.
"Well, Bobby could have been trying to say that," he protested.
	"Drinking wine?" asked his mother.
	"You and Dad," Brent said quickly.
	"Actually, in Greece I believe sixteen is the legal age for
drinking," Barry observed.
	"Cool," said Brett with a wide grin.
	"Don't even think about it," his mother advised.
	"Aw, com'on, Mom.  You know what they say.  When in Greece, do as
the Greeks do."
	"I thought the saying was when in grease things get slippery,"
observed Brent, causing everyone to groan, including the triplets though a
moment later and simply because everyone else had.  They were, after all,
only seventeen months old.
	"I dunno," Bobby observed.  "It's all Greek to me."  Everyone
groaned even louder.
	"So when is this, Dad?"
	"The middle of the month.  We fly out on July nineteenth."
	"This doesn't mean we're not going to Penticton this year, does
it?"
	"Well, even though all expenses are paid, we will still have our
personal expenses," Barry replied.  "I thought this would be our summer
holiday."
	"But we got to go to Penticton."
	"We have to go to Penticton," Brenda corrected.
	"See, even Mom agrees," pointed out Brett.
	"You know what I meant."
	"Yeah, that it is very important we go to Penticton the end of the
August."
	"August 21 to 26."
	"What is so important about August 21 to 26?" asked Barry.
	"Daaaaaad!  You know."
	"No I don't."
	"The Ironman Canada Triathlon Competition."
	"The one we registered you in."
	"The one we said you'd beat the sh-, sh-, shtuffing out of those
Briggs brothers' dad."
	"The one you registered me in?" asked Barry, memories of this
conversation as they'd left Penticton last August slowly coming back to his
mind.
	"Shtuffing?" asked Brenda.
	"I think they're German," suggested Bobby.
	"The one you registered me in?" repeated Barry.
	The telephone rang, interrupting their conversation.
	"I'll get it," announced the four boys as they leaped to their
feet, grateful for the interruption.
	"I hope it isn't another one of those crank calls," sighed Brenda.
For the past three weeks they'd been getting phone calls at all hours of
the day and night from strange men asking for the four boys, and when
Brenda or Barry pressed for the reason for their phone call they
immediately hung up.
	"The Brewster residence," said Brett, having been the first to get
to the phone, "Brett speaking.  Oh," he continued, glancing at the others
and rolling his eyes as he made a frustrated face.  "First you have to
answer a skill testing question.  Where did you get my name and phone
number?"  When he or one of his brothers had gotten a call themselves, they
had been asking that for the past three weeks, without success.  "Sorry,
wrong answer," he said, hanging up.  "At the Sheraton hotel," he announced,
looking at his parents and brothers.
	"The Sheraton?" asked Brenda.  "Why would they have your name and
number?  And what are these people phoning looking for?"
	"Ah . . .  air," said Brett, thinking on his feet.
	"Air?  The Sheraton hotel is telling people we're selling air?"
	"Ah, yeah," he said, looking at his brothers desperately.  They
glanced at each other blankly.  Normally they depended on Brett on coming
up with the quick answers when one of them got in a tight spot.  He had to
be really frazzled.
	"Who buys air?"
	"People who don't have it?" suggested Bobby.
	"If you don't have air you die," reminded Brent.
	"That's why so many people are phoning us for it," observed Bobby.
	"Why the Sheraton?" asked Brenda.  The boys looked at each other
and shrugged.
	"Compressed air," said Brett finally. "Yeah, that's it.  Compressed
air, for like, you know, blowing up things, like balloons and stuff."  He
had stressed the word "blowing" as he'd looked at his brothers, and they
immediately caught on.
	"I bet they're giving out our number for people who are having
parties and stuff at the hotel."
	"Probably got our number mixed up with a company that provides
party stuff."
	"Yeah, bet that's it!"
	"Can you take us over to the Sheraton, Dad?" asked Brett.  "We can
get it straightened out.  Dad?"
	"The one you registered me in?" asked Barry.
	"Com'on, Dad," Benny said, taking his father by the arm.  "We can
talk about it on the way to the hotel."
	"We can just phone the hotel and explain their mistake," suggested
Brenda.
	"Yeah, but it's better to do it face to face," said Brett, "isn't
that right?"  He had recalled his mother saying that on many occasions
while organizing one event or another, and she had to admit he was right.
	On the ride across town, the boys pieced together what had been
happening these past three weeks.  That they'd suddenly started getting
calls from men asking for blow jobs was clearly a prank that was being
played on them.  They'd played the same prank on a number of their
classmates themselves over the years.  The questions had been who had done
it to them, and where was the message to phone them?  They had a lot of
suspects, but no answers, and when pressed for information the men had
quickly hung up until today.  Finding out the message was in the men's room
at the Sheraton answered both questions.  They knew where it was, and that
it had been left at the Sheraton told them who had left it.  None of the
guys who had reason to get even with them and lived in town would have a
reason for leaving the message there, but there were two guys whom they
knew had recently stayed at the Sheraton and whom they hadn't even
considered as suspects, their snobbish second cousins from Boston, Ralph
Lorne and TJ.
	That suspicion was confirmed when they found their initials in the
bathroom stall under the message that they could get free blow jobs from
horny fag teenagers by asking for one of the four names on the wall and
giving their phone number.  Of course Ralph Lorne and TJ had figured sooner
or later their cousins would find out where the message was written and
would come to remove it, and they wanted to be sure their cousins knew they
had written it even though it would be obvious.  As they headed back to the
car, the four boys fumed in silence.
  Ralph Lorne and TJ had been royal pains in the ass the moment they'd
arrived for the wedding three weeks ago, and they were still causing them
grief weeks after they had left.  How they were going to get them back they
had no idea, their cousins living in Boston, but nobody got the best of the
Brewsters, not even two other Brewsters!  Actually, that it was relatives
of theirs made it even worse.
	"Boys, how could you have registered me for the Ironman?" Barry
asked as they pulled out of the parking lot.  He'd stayed in the car when
the boys had said they'd handle things when they'd gotten to the Sheraton,
often figuring what he did not know would not hurt him, especially when it
came to his four oldest sons, and that this was one such situation.
Besides, he'd needed time to figure out just how he was going to approach
the boys about this latest problem and how he was going to resolve it.
There was absolutely no way he was going to compete in the Ironman Canada
Triathlon.
	"Well, you remember those Briggs brothers when we were on holiday
last summer?  They were being such smug assholes and bragging how great
their dad was," began Brett.
	"We figured somebody needed to put them in their place," continued
Brent.
	"And we were the best ones to do it," added Benny.
	"Because we are the ones who got the greatest dad in the world,"
concluded Bobby.
	"Right!" his three brothers all cheered.
	"But the Ironman?" asked Barry.  "That's a competition for top
quality athletes."
	"So, your point is?" asked Brett with a huge smile.
	"Com'on, Dad, you can do," encouraged Benny.
	"Yeah, piece of cake," added Bobby.
	"I appreciate your faith in me, boys, but really, the triathlon is
one gruelling race.  You have to be in top shape."
	"We'll help you train," said Brent.  "We got seven weeks."
	"Yeah, plenty of time, Dad."
	"Piece of cake," repeated Bobby.
	"Hey, speaking of cake, there's a Robbins.  Can we stop for a
donut?"
	Having the same sweet tooth as his boys, Barry pulled into the
parking lot.
  By the time they were back in the station wagon and heading home again
he'd agreed to leave his name in for the triathlon.  The four boys were
difficult to say no to at the best of times, and what father could say no
to his boys when they had such admiration and faith in their eyes?  As
they'd pointed out, he had won the Bastille day bicycle race, and he did
enjoy swimming, and everyone knew how to run.  That evening he went biking,
and the next day he got up early to jog around Centennial Park and then
went down to the YMCA to work out.  Although she thought he was being vain
thinking he'd even make it through the first event of the triathlon, Brenda
threw in her support, just as her husband had always supported her in her
initiatives no matter how unachievable they seemed.  He had certainly
surprised her winning the twenty-five-mile cycling race at the Bastille Day
celebration.  Besides, all the physical activity increased Barry's sexual
appetite, not that it needed any increasing, and who was she to deny her
hot, sweaty athlete an afternoon romp in bed while the boys were out
visiting their friends and the triplets were napping?
	Before they knew it another two weeks had gone by and they were
boarding a Boeing 747 for Greece, which was an experience all in itself.
While Barry reviewed the contracts he was supposed to discuss while he was
over in Greece, Brenda kept the triplets amused on the long trip and the
triplets' older brothers found their own amusements.  Bobby and Benny
managed to get to see the cockpit despite the high security measures in
place, and had even spent close to an hour with the pilot and copilot.  For
the rest of the flight Bobby could not stop enthusing with a huge smile and
licking of lips about how wonderful the COCKpit was, and declared that when
he grew up he was going to be a pilot. The pilot and copilot were evidently
equally impressed since they'd asked what flight the family was returning
on so they could arrange their schedule to fly them home.  As for the
twins, they befriended one of the flight attendants, an eighteen-year-old
boy still in training who learned a couple valuable tricks from his two
blond seducers in the cramped aeroplane washroom and who plied the family
with extra drinks and snacks for the rest of the flight.
	Disembarking at the Athens' airport and loading into the rental
minivan, they headed for their hotel and then spent the next three days
touring Athens and the surrounding countryside and islands, taking in the
historical sites and the cultural events.  Early the next morning they
drove to Tripolis in Arkadia where Barry had business to conduct.  The trip
to Greece was a reward for the success he'd had in Bimini, but it was also
a business trip to further the European interests of WeCare Pet Supplies
Limited.  The president of the pet store chain they were hoping to form a
partnership with, Andreas Strappos, had arranged for his wife to tour
Brenda and his sons around the city while they met.  Finding out Brent had
an almost desperate desire to see the rural countryside, he arranged for
his brother to take the boys up into the nearby hills and to stop in to
visit one of his many cousins.
	Leaving the main highway, they took one of the smaller roads which
eventually became a dirt road as it wound its way through the rugged
central mountains of Arkadhia, leaving behind the oaks and vineyards of the
lower elevations and winding through spruce and pine forests as the road
continued to climb until they arrived at a small village of whitewashed
homes with narrow windows to keep out the summer heat and identical ochre
tiled rooves.  Arkadia being the birthplace of Hermes, Brent spent the
entire trip staring out the window and imagining his chosen deity wandering
the rugged hills.  Arkadia being one of the more inaccessible and sparsely
populated parts of Greece, it was not difficult to imagine.
	They were greeted by Andreas's cousin's wife and her two sons, her
husband being off tending sheep.  The boys spent the afternoon wandering
the small village and sitting in the shade and talking while the rest of
the village took their traditional siesta.  The four Brewsters were amazed
at the pastoral life their two hosts lived, and their two hosts were as
amazed by their life in an American city.  They were also impressed by the
knowledge Brent had about Greece and laughed at the revelation that Bobby
had once wanted to become a Greek until he found out they didn't do gym in
the nude any more.  Other than some minor differences in subjects and the
length of their school year, they did not find their schooling that much
different, and despite their very different lives, they found they had a
lot of interests in common.
	"You know a lot about Hermes," observed Demetrios Papayodopoulos,
their sixteen-year- old host.
	"Well, he's sort of a special interest of mine," Brent replied
evasively, not sure how their two hosts would feel about his pagan
interests.
	"He is the patron saint of shepherds, you know," said Demetrios's
fourteen-year-old brother, Aristotelis.  "So he is of a special interest to
us also."
	"So, you spend the summers and weekends looking after the sheep?"
	"Yes," responded Demetrios.  "That is where we would have been
today, but Mother needed help with the garden so Father is out alone.
Otherwise we would not have been able to meet you.  We look after the sheep
for half of the families of the village, and there is one other shepherd
family who looks after the other half.  At one time everyone had sheep, but
now not so many do it."
	"Must be fun to wander the mountains all day watching the sheep,"
observed Bobby.
	"It is not all fun," commented Aristotelis.  "There are dangers,
like wolves and wild dogs you must watch out for, and stupid sheep who get
their legs caught in the rocks, or get too close to the cliffs and fall off
and can't get back up.  They take a lot of looking after."
	"Just like looking after Bobby," Brett observed, and the boys
laughed as Bobby gave his brother the finger.
	"That is one sign that is the same in all languages," laughed
Aristotelis.
	"There is one place where we take the sheep that there is still a
boundary stone."
	"Boundary stone?"
	"In ancient times they had pillars of Hermes to mark off distances
on the main roads, and to mark boundaries.  This is a very ancient one, and
there are stones around it which Father says likely meant it was also used
as a place of worship at some time."
	"It is in good condition still.  Even his dick and balls can still
be made out."
	"His dick and balls?" asked Bobby, his eyes lighting up.
	"The tops of the pillars were carved with a likeness of Hermes
head, the older ones with a beard and newer ones without.  The bottom part
was carved with a likeness of his other part," smiled Aristotelis.
	"I'd love to see it," said Brent excitedly.
	"Alas, it is too far.  It is a day trip.  And it is not an easy
climb."
	"Fuck, that's too bad," said Bobby.  "Oh, sorry for swearing," he
said quickly.
	"No problem," said Demetrios.  "But I would not swear in front of
Father."  "He'd take a cane to your ass for sure," agreed Aristotelis.
	"So, how do you say fuck in Greek?" asked Benny, always eager to
add to his treasure of sexual knowledge.
	It was late that afternoon before they returned to their home.  Mrs
Papayodopoulos was pleased the boys had hit it off so well, especially
since her two sons had not been that keen about spending an afternoon
entertaining two rich boys from America, whom they'd immediately assumed
would be arrogant and spoiled and would have nothing in common with them.
She was also pleased the four boys had helped her sons work in the garden,
and with the knowledge and interest the boys showed about Greece.  In the
course of their conversation Brent bemoaned the fact that he was not going
to be able to see the herma Demetrios had told him about.
	"It would be a hard day's walk to get there, and a day to return.
But if you really want to see it that badly, and if it is all right with
your parents, you could spend the night here, and go up into the hills with
the boys for two days," she suggested.
	"Oh fu-, fu-, fu-," stammered Bobby.
	"You'll have to excuse our brother," interjected Brett.  "He
stutters when he gets excited."
	"That would be sooo wicked," observed Brent.
	"You think it would be a bad idea?" asked Mrs Papayodopoulos.
	While Brett explained their definition of wicked, Brent called
their parents.  As it turned out, Mister Strappos had been so impressed
with the WeCare company's ideas and Barry's presentation, he had suggested
they expand the proposal to include some other businesses in the
Peloponnese region, which meant it was going to take several more days.
After a discussion between their mother and Mrs Papayodopoulos, it was
arranged that they would spend the night, and the next three days with the
family.
	That decided, they sat down to eat, beginning with a typical summer
salad of greens, radishes, cucumber slices, tomato wedges, scallions, and
black olives all fresh from the garden, with chunks of feta cheese and an
oil and vinegar dressing and sprinkled with fresh mint.  The main course
consisted of freshly baked coiled loaves of bread, boiled beans and
potatoes, and prepared especially for their guests, souvlakia, skewered
lamb alternating between braised tomato, green pepper and zucchini wedges,
a favourite of their teenage hosts.  Also especially for their guests, they
ended the meal with a square of baklava, a honey rich, nut-filled pastry.
That night the boys stayed awake well into the night talking, all of them
too excited to go to sleep despite the warning they had an arduous walk
ahead of them.
	The next morning they were up with the sun, and despite having had
only a few hours of sleep, were eager and ready for their hike into the
mountains.  It was an arduous hike as promised as they followed the
twisting trail up one mountainside and down the other, always climbing,
leaving the valley far behind.  Where they were exposed, the hills were
baked dry by the Mediterranean sun and the rocky soil supported only the
hardiest of flowers and scrub.  The six boys began to sweat profusely as
the day became warmer and they removed their shirts and tied them about
their waists.  By noon their hair was plastered to their scalps with sweat
and their chests, backs and cheeks were streaked.  The four Brewster boys
were healthy and fit and managed to keep up with their two hosts without
too much difficulty, especially with the most difficult part of the climb
being done in the morning when it was cooler.
	Meeting up with the boys' father late that afternoon, they
explained the situation to him.  He immediately headed back down to the
village, figuring he would have the roughest part of the walk done before
nightfall, and that the full moon would provide enough light for the rest
of the way.  His two sons joked that with the garden having been tended, he
would have plenty of time to tend to other husbandry duties, and Benny
joked that explained why he was in such a hurry to leave.
	Leaving Benny and Aristotelis to look after the sheep, Demetrios
took Benny's brothers to the herma, a three-quarter of an hour walk further
up the mountain.  It was on a crest overlooking the next valley, the grove
in which it was located overgrown and tangled so they had to crawl through
the underbrush to get to it.  They were all awed into silence as they stood
before the ancient stone pillar, even Demetrios.  It was the oldest thing
the boys had ever seen and its features were still distinct after all this
time.  Brent reached over and touched it reverently, almost afraid to
offend by touching it.  The others knew he wanted to be alone for a moment,
and they slipped out of the brush and waited for him on the nearby
hillside.
	Brent immediately dropped to his knees there in the ancient,
overgrown thicket of laurel and Grecian fir and inhaled deeply as he
prepared to offer up a prayer to his chosen deity.  The scent of laurel
filled his lungs as he looked up at the pillar and ran his fingers along
it, ending at the stone genitals.  "Blessed Messenger, who travels the
worlds both high and low.  Guide of souls into the world beyond death.
Hear my prayers and carry them to the Gods.  Bless me with your skill and
light humour.  Be with me as I walk this earth.  Guide me in the right
direction.  Bless me that I may know which road to take on the crossroads
of life.  Give me strength and certainty.  Bring laughter and a mischievous
spirit to my life.  Bring the pleasures of being a man into my heart.  Let
me never embrace death, but fight against it until my time has come.  The
time when you will lead me away from pain and into silence," he said
softly, reciting a prayer he'd found on the Internet.
	Taking one of the baklava squares Demetrios's mother had given them
for their stay on the mountain, he broke it into four pieces, four being
the sacred number of Hermes, and placing them on the ground he poured a bit
of the honey syrup Demetrios's mother had also sent with them over each of
the pieces.  As he knelt there in the hot Mediterranean sun, he wondered if
it was by coincidence that he'd had a vision of Hermes as his chosen deity
shortly after joining Billy's Wiccan teen coven and that he was now in
Greece kneeling before one of his pillars, or that Mrs. Papayodopoulos had
given them cake and honey for their stay in the hills, two of the common
sacrifices that had been made to Hermes in ancient times.  Of course
baklava wasn't exactly a cake, but it was close enough.  As he held up his
offering, he closed his eyes and praised his chosen deity, and asked that
he bless his hosts, his brothers and sister, his mother, and especially his
father in his contract discussions.  Hearing the leaves of the laurel
tremble and sensing someone beside him, he quickly opened his eyes,
figuring one of his brothers had come to get him.  He was still alone, and
he noticed there wasn't the slightest breeze.
	He thought for a moment of the impossible, and smiling at his wild
imagination, he crawled back out through the tangle of underbrush and
joined the others.  When they returned to Benny and Aristotelis, the two
boys trekked off to see the pillar.  By the time they returned, the sun was
about to set and the evening quickly cooling off.  Lighting a fire, their
hosts toasted over the flames squares of kefalotiri, a firm, yellow cheese,
which they ate with chunks of homemade bread.  As they finished off the
baklava, Benny observed that he'd thought Brent was going to leave his
piece at the pillar.  When both Benny and Aristotelis claimed there was
nothing there when they'd arrived, Brent was certain they were joking with
him, and when they insisted they were not, the boys concluded there was a
very happy mouse in the thicket though secretly none of them were that
certain.  Exhausted, they curled up under the woollen blankets they'd
packed up the mountainside, seeing now in the cool of the night why they
were needed, and were quickly asleep without even so much as a solitary
wank, which was unusual for any of them.
	Waking up with the sun shining in their faces, they had a simple
breakfast of bread and hard-boiled eggs they had brought up the mountain
with them and the boys set to tending the sheep, which the four American
boys soon found out was not as soft a job as they'd thought.  They stripped
off their shirts in the heat of the day, and later stripped naked to cool
off in a nearby mountain stream, which the Brewsters discovered was
surprisingly ice cold.  The four Brewsters could not resist checking out
their hosts, who with their olive complexions, curly black hair, and dark
good looks were highly attractive, and they noticed their hosts discretely
checking them out too.  Following Bobby's suggestion, they decided not to
get dressed after their dip.  There was nobody else around for miles, and
they'd certainly see anyone coming far enough in advance to slip on their
shorts.
	So, they spent the afternoon laying in the Mediterranean sun,
enjoying the fresh air and the wholesomeness of running naked over the
hills and through the summer grass and of just being boys.  They snacked on
meze, salty black and green olives, and on cubes of feta, the sharp, tangy
cheese made of goat's milk.  For their evening meal they cooked zesty
garlic sausage over the open fire which they ate with more homemade bread
and finished off with yaourti, a homemade yoghurt, and fresh cherries.
	"So, you guys do this all summer?"
	"Yes," replied Aristotelis.
	"It's great!"
	"You really think so?  Not too boring?"
	"Hell no."
	Bobby pulled his shirt on.  "It sure gets fucking cold in the
nights."
	"Toward the end of next month, just before we have to return to
school, some of the higher peaks have snow."
	"If it gets really cold, we sometimes share the same blankets."
	"Aristotelis usually hogs them and I end up freezing."
	"Well, you're the one who's always snuggling up to me and trying to
bum fuck me."
	"That's cuz you have such a cute ass," Demetrios joked.
	"You do," observed Benny.
	"See," Demetrios responded, and they laughed.
	"You have girl friends back in America?"
	The boys looked at each other and shook their heads.  "Actually,
Brent and I have boyfriends," admitted Brett.
	"You are gay?  Both of you?"
	"Yeah," the boys responded.  Although they'd admitted it some time
now, it still felt strange saying it.
	"I've never met a boy who was gay before," observed Aristotelis.
	"How do you feel about us now, knowing that we are?" Bent asked,
being the most sensitive of the four brothers.
	"It makes no difference," Demetrios said with a shrug, and his
brother agreed.
	"You have girlfriends?"
	"I don't," Aristotelis said, "but Demetrios does."
	"You must miss her being up here all summer."
	"I do, sometimes."
	"That's why he's always trying to screw me."
	"You guys ever, you know, really do anything together?" asked
Bobby.
	The two boys looked at each other.  "Well, it does get lonely up
here," said Demetrios with a shy smile.
	"What do you do?"
	"Bobbbyyy!  That's personal!"
	"That's all right," said Demetrios.  "We don't mind telling those
who would not be offended hearing such things.  Actually we know a number
of boys and a few men, gays, bis, and even a few straights who were just
horny, who have sought pleasure with their own sex.  You have heard of the
Greek Art?"
	"Heard of it?  You bet!"
	Suddenly realizing where the conversation had taken them and where
it was heading, the boys looked at the camp fire self-consciously.  "You
must be missing your boyfriends," Demetrios said with a broad hint as he
stared at the flames.
	"Oh yeah, we are," said Brett, staring at the flames also, "and you
must be missing your girlfriend."
	"But our boyfriends don't mind if we find ways to satisfy the needs
a guy has when they are not around," observed Brent.
	"Nor does my girlfriend," Demetrios said, looking up at Brent.
	The boys did not have to say anything more.  Demetrios, sitting
between Brent and Brett, looked from one to the other, and the twins
shuffled closer and slipped their arms about him.  Benny slipped an arm
about Aristotelis as the boy turned to look at him, and Bobby reached down
for the fourteen-year-old's fly.  They were strong, healthy boys with the
physical needs and appetites of boys and with healthy attitudes toward sex.
It was, in their minds, the natural thing to do.
	Drawing Demetrios close to him, Brent kissed him gently on the
lips, not sure how a bisexual boy would react to kissing, and was pleased
when Demetrios returned the kiss.  Calling the sixteen-year-old bisexual
was more of a technical description, in reality Demetrios being very much a
straight teenager who had sought satisfaction of his sexual urges only with
his brother and only when his girlfriend was not available.  In those times
it had been purely a matter of getting it up and getting it off with no
foreplay.  Brent was the first boy he'd ever kissed, and he found that it
was just as pleasant as kissing his girlfriend, though it was a very
different kind of pleasure.  A boy and girl are different, and a boy is
aware of that difference when they kiss.  Boys, on the other hand, are
alike, and that a boy is very much aware of also as he kisses another boy.
	Aristotelis, Benny, and Bobby were very much aware of their
likenesses, which at the moment included a rising lust in their groins.
For the three boys, that was what sex was all about.  While Benny and
Aristotelis unbuttoned and removed each other's shirts, Bobby unzipped the
flies of both boys and drew down first Aristotelis's pants and then his
brothers.  Both boys were wearing black underwear, Benny a pair of black
cotton briefs, and Aristotelis a skimpy pair of underwear not much larger
than a jock strap which Bobby discovered was common in Europe and which he
decided he had to buy before leaving Greece.  The two fourteen-year-old
boys caressed each other's naked body while Bobby fondled their balls.
Benny ran his fingers over Aristotelis's smooth, olive-coloured chest and
played with his dark nipples, causing them to become firm, and at the same
time Aristotelis's dark-skinned hand contrasted with Benny's tanned chest
as he similarly aroused the American boy's nipples.  Bobby was delighted
with Aristotelis's olive- coloured balls and dick and he bent over and
inhaled deeply, finding the boy's nads smelled just as delightful as his
brother's, which he was groping with his other hand.  As the two older boys
turned their attention to Bobby and began to undress him, he obligingly
rolled over on his back and let them.
	Brent, Brett, and Demetrios had by then stripped each other naked
and had formed a squirming tangle on the blanket they'd spread out by the
fire.  They kissed and licked each other, tongues and fingertips exploring
each other's nipples and belly buttons, licking under silky-haired pits and
running up along narrow, salty ass cracks.  At one time Brent and Brett
both caressed and kissed Demetrios, and at another they caressed and kissed
each other as he fondled one's balls and ran a finger up the other's ass
crack.  The light from the camp fire played across their bodies, the two
American boys having developed a fine tan by then which contrasted sharply
with their white stomachs and butts and with Demetrios's olive complexion.
	It did not take long for the six boys to become erect.  Rolling
over on his back and throwing his legs up in the air, Bobby grinned with
expectation as Aristotelis knelt before him, his stiff five-inch cock in
his hand.  Placing the tip of his uncut cock against Bobby's butthole, he
slowly eased forward and Bobby willingly relaxed and pushed outward.  The
two boys were horny and both experienced in the Greek art, and
Aristotelis's cock was still slender enough that they united without the
benefit of any lubrication.  Bobby quivered with delight as he felt the
older teenager's cock slip into his body until his hairy pubes and balls
were pressing against Bobby's smooth, hot body.  Straddling his brother and
dropping to his knees with his back to Bobby, Benny offered up his erect
cock to the dark-eyed Greek boy, and Aristotelis readily bowed his head and
took the knob of Benny's cock in his mouth.  Benny quivered as he watched
the handsome, olive-skinned boy readily go down on him.  He quivered again
as he felt his kid brother's hot, wet tongue run up his ass crack and worm
against his butthole, and he reached down and grasped Bobby's dick head and
gave it an appreciative twist.
	The three sixteen-year-olds had formed an identical combination on
the other side of the campfire.  Demetrios had sunk his six-inch cock up
Brent's hot, eager ass with the help of a little spittle, and was eagerly
licking his twin brother's stiff cock, Brett having assumed the same
position as Benny had.  Brent reached up and stroked Brett's butthole, and
Demetrios reached down and slowly wanked Brent's erect cock while running
his tongue over Brett's low-hung balls.  Demetrios closed his eyes in
delight as he slowly withdrew his aching stiff cock, delighting in the way
Brent clamped his ass down on his withdrawing prick.  That was one
difference he'd found between fucking his girlfriend and fucking his
brother and now this hot, blond American teen.  While his girlfriend
groaned and twisted her hips and was appreciative and all, she did not work
with him as he fucked her as did his brother and Brent.  As he eased his
cock in and out of their assholes, Aristotelis and now Brent clenched their
anal rings as he withdrew and relaxed them as he sank back in, working
their sphincters in time with him.
	Having only experienced his brother up until then, Aristotelis was
delighted with the way Bobby similarly worked his sphincter, and as he
worked his hips to and fro, driving his itchy cock in and out of the
twelve-year-old's hot, moist hole, the fourteen-year-old Greek boy bobbed
his head up and down, working his lips up and down the American boy's older
brother's shaft.  He and his brother normally wanked each other or fucked
each other, so sucking cock was a rarity for him, and he was surprised how
hard and how strong a guy's dick really was, something you don't really
realize until you have a hot, throbbing boner in your mouth.  He inhaled
deeply through his nose, inhaling the erotic fragrance of a sweaty
teenager's balls, and quivered with delight.
	Benny was quivering too as he felt the ripples of pleasure
pulsating through his dick head and another pleasure rippling from his
asshole as Bobby expertly rimmed him.
  He tugged on his kid brother's slender cock, and wondered just when he
was going to shoot his first load.  Bobby was wondering the same thing as
he felt his cock tingling and throbbing more powerfully than it ever had.
Being fucked by the handsome, dark-eyed Greek teenager and wanked by his
older brother while eating out his ass would be a good time.  Actually, as
he quivered with his approaching climax, any time would be a good time.
	The three sixteen-year-olds were gasping for breath as they too
approached their climaxes.  Demetrios grasped Brent's upraised legs for
support as he thrust his now burning, throbbing cock in and out of the
teenager's hot, moist asshole.  As he felt the tension developing deep in
his groin, he bobbed his head up and down Brett's cock, in his lust going
all the way down to his balls so that the knob of his throbbing cock was
pushing down his throat, and then drawing his head up so his lips were just
below his engorged knob.  He sucked on the bulb hungrily before descending
once again.  It was not an act he and his brother had engaged in very
often, and he thrilled with the novelty, and with the knowledge that he was
bringing the hot, blond American teen to a climax.  The two brothers were
surpassingly handsome and sexy, and to have found out they were gay, and
willing to have sex was a most pleasant surprise.
	Finding out the darkly handsome Greek teenager was also agreeable
to messing around was just as pleasant a surprise to the two American
teens, and they trembled and gasped as they felt their climaxes
approaching.  With a groan of pleasure, Brent shot off his wad, his now
seven- inch cock throbbing in his brother's hand and spraying his brother's
tight balls and his thighs.  Brett shot off at the same time, giving
Demetrios a three-second warning.  The boy drew his lips up to Brett's knob
and eagerly swallowed his seed as it shot into his mouth as he too reached
that peak and with a final lunge, thrust his cock up Brent's rectum as his
cock began to spurt out his cum.  Feeling particularly horny, and not
having shot off a load for the past five days, the three teenagers had full
balls and there seemed to be no end to their ejaculation.
  Squirt after squirt shot up Brent's rectum, filling it with Demetrios's
thick, creamy juice.  At the same time Brett was shooting squirt after
squirt into the Greek boy's mouth with such rapidity and volume that his
mouth was filling faster than he could swallow the thick, creamy load of
the American teenager.  Brent also was squirting out his load with
enthusiasm, Brett's balls now dripping with his brother's load and a flood
flowing down over his fingers and he squeezed the throbbing bone.
	On the other side of the campfire, Bobby was quivering with his own
orgasm, disappointed that it was once again dry, but delighting in the
waves of pleasure just the same.  Just as delightful was hearing
Aristotelis gasp and grunt with his own pleasure and feeling his hot seed
spurting up his asshole.  Like his brother, it had been five days since
he'd last shot off a load, and he was now making up for it, his hot cum
filling Bobby's rectum.  Benny, like most fourteen- year-olds, never had a
shortage of cum, and he too had not had an opportunity to get off a load
since his experience in the cockpit on their flight over.  Aristotelis was
the happy beneficiary of the copious load now being emptied from his tight
balls, and he eagerly swallowed the thick cum of the American teen.
	The next morning one of the sons of the other shepherd family
relieved the boys, having left where he and his brothers were tending the
other village sheep before sunrise so the boys and their American guests
could head back to the village.  Barry and Brenda with the triplets along
with Mister Strappos were waiting for them.  Barry told them about his
success in securing contracts with several additional pet firms and the
boys related their adventures well, except for last night as they dug into
the meal Mrs Papayodopoulos had prepared for them.  The vlita, a boiled
mustard-flavoured green dressed with olive oil and generously sprinkled
with chopped garlic, the boys ate politely.  They enjoyed much more the
tart, frothy egg-lemon soup, which their hostess called mayeritsa, until
they found out besides whipped eggs and lemon it was made from the liver,
heart, lungs, and tripe of a lamb.
	The meat pie, moussaka, they were more familiar with, though they'd
never had one that included cinnamon and red wine as ingredients and was
served with a custard sauce of eggs, nutmeg and grated cheese.  After three
days in the fresh mountain air, the boys had three huge helpings, to their
mother's dismay and their hostess's delight.  The boys were even allowed a
glass of wine with their meal, and since they were sixteen, the twins and
Demetrios were allowed refills.  Although they were all stuffed by the end
of the meal, Mrs Papayodopoulos insisted they end the meal with a
traditional spoon sweet, a syrupy preparation made from plums and served in
a fancy glass bowl in the middle of an ornate tray with notches to hold a
spoon upright for each guest and with individual glasses of cold water.
Mister Strappos explained they were to eat a spoon of the desert as they
drank the water and give their hosts a blessing, which of course each of
them did.
	In the course of their conversation Barry mentioned that they
planned on spending the next four days sightseeing in the Peloponnese
peninsula and the middle part of Greece and would be arriving on the
thirty-first at Larisa where he also had business and where they would be
finishing their holiday.  Mister Papayodopoulos observed that he had
relatives in Larisa, and that perhaps his wife and children would like to
take a holiday there at the same time, a suggestion the boys immediately
agreed with.
	With so much to see and do, from the ruins and Frankish castle at
Mystras to the ancient Roman baths and amphitheatre on the Argolis
peninsula and the pillars at Olympia, the official origin of the Olympic
games, the days went by quickly, and before they had time to even think
about it, they were in Larisa.  While Barry tended to business, his family,
joined by the Papayodopoulos family, visited the sites of the city with
Mister Papayodopoulos's cousin serving as guide.  To the Brewster brothers'
disappointment Demetrios and Aristotelis had to spend time that night with
relatives, but they took comfort in that the boys were joining the Brewster
clan the next day to tour Macedonia, and their parents agreed they could
spend the night together.  After a full day of sightseeing, the adults were
ready for bed the next night.  So were their six sons, but for a very
different reason.
	"Oh maaaannnn, this has been a wicked holiday!" observed Benny as
he stretched out on one of the four beds in their hotel room, two cots
having been brought in for their two guests but remaining in the corner
folded up.  The boys had washed up and changed into their pajamas, the
twins wearing tan Tommy Helfiger bottoms with dark brown trim around the
waist and ankles, the Papayodopoulos boys wearing matching two piece white
cotton pajamas with thin blue lines and leaving the tops unbuttoned, Benny
in his olive Gap sleeping shorts and sleeveless white T- shirt, and Bobby
in a blue two-piece with a pullover top.
	"Oh yeah," agreed Brett, sitting down beside his brother.  "It's
too bad tomorrow is our last day."
	"What has been the best thing about your holiday?"Aristotelis asked
from the second bed as he drew his knees up under his chin and wrapped his
arms about his legs.
	"Meeting you guys," the four brothers replied in unison.
	"Meeting you has been great too," agreed Demetrios.
	"You're not at all what we'd thought you'd be like," observed his
brother.
	"Yeah?  What did you think we'd be like?"
	"Snobbish.  Arrogant."
	"We thought you'd think America was so much better."
	"No way.  America's great, but so's Greece."
	"And so's Canada.  We were actually born in Canada," observed
Benny.
	"Well, besides meeting us, what did you like?"
	"The herma you showed me," said Brent immediately, to nobody's
surprise.
	"The mosaics in the museum at Pella," said Bobby as he sat down
beside Aristotelis.
	"You just liked seeing all the pictures of naked guys," joked
Benny.
	"You were looking pretty close at them too," protested his kid
brother and they all laughed as they thought of the mosaics of naked and
half-naked warriors and nymphs.
	"Well, I think tomorrow is going to be the most awesome yet," said
Brett.  For their third day in Macedonia, the last day of their holiday,
Barry and Brenda had agreed to take the Papayodopoulos's up on their offer
to go to Kastoria, famous for its furs and embroidery, besides being what
the Greeks felt was their most beautiful city, and then to take them to
some great places to shop for authentic Greek souvenirs that were not the
typical tourist traps.  Both sets of parents had agreed to let their boys
check out Mount Olympus, the six boys having no difficulty convincing them
they didn't want them tagging along shopping, and that they would be safe
hiking up the mountain for the day.
	"How high did you say Mount Olympus was?"
	"It is 9570 feet.  It is the highest mountain in Greece."
	"It would take two days to climb to the top."
	"That would be awesome to stand right at the top where the ancient
Greeks thought the gods lived."
	"Well, I bet you're going to like the archeological park at Dion at
the foot of the mountain," said Aristotelis.  "We've been there once
before.  It is where people came to worship the gods.  Alexander the Great
went there to make his sacrifices for good fortune before going off to
conquer the East.  The original statues are in the museum, but they have
replicas at the site, including statues of nude guys," he added for Bobby's
benefit as he looked over at him and grinned.
	"Fuckin' all right," Bobby replied with a grin and a twinkle in his
eyes as he looked back at Aristotelis.
	"Well, making sacrifices to the gods sure worked for Alexander.  He
was one of the greatest conquerors of all time," observed Brent, history
being one of his favourite subjects.
	"And one of the greatest bisexuals," said Benny.
	"He was?" asked Bobby.  "Fuck, they didn't tell us that in school!"
	"They never tell you the good stuff to know in school," observed
Aristotelis.
	"Here too huh?"
	"Oh yeah.  But there's ways to find out the good stuff," said
Aristotelis.  Benny grinned as he looked over at the Greek boy.  He had
found a soul mate!
	"So Alexander the Great was really a bisexual?" asked Bobby.
	"Sure," said Aristotelis.  "He had three wives, and several male
lovers."
	"Including his childhood friend Hephaiston, and a eunuch dancer he
got as a gift."
	"You know a lot about Greek history," observed Demetrios.
	"Benny knows a lot about sex," observed Brett, and the group of
boys laughed.
	"And not all of it is just from reading," Benny said, reaching a
hand out and rubbing his older brother's thigh.
	Bobby quickly picked up the cue and looking Aristotelis in the eye,
he dropped his hand to his knee and began to slide it down his thigh.
	"You know, if we put one of the cots between the two beds, I bet we
could make one big bed," observed Brett.
	There was an awkward moment after moving the cot in which the six
boys stood and tried to act natural as they wished someone would make the
first move.  It was only for a few seconds.  They were young and
red-blooded, and when it came to sex, none of them were shy, and especially
after their night in the Arkadian hills.  They all moved at the same time.
Bobby, as usual, preferred the direct attack, and slipped his hand inside
Demetrios's pajamas.  Finding Benny sitting beside him, Demetrios had
meanwhile turned to him and slipped his right hand under the
fourteen-year-old's T-shirt.  Meanwhile, finding himself between Brent and
Brett, Aristotelis readily reached out and ran his hands over Brent's chest
and fiddled with his nipple ring, something the fourteen-year-old boy had
found fascinating and had been itching to touch from the moment he'd
discovered Brent had one.  At the same time, Brett reached out and ran his
fingertips over the younger teen's smooth, olive skin.
	And so the six boys once again began to arouse each other, running
their hands over each other's skin, fondling and licking nipples, and
eventually removing pajamas tops and T-shirts and slipping off pajamas
bottoms.  Eager to please and be pleased, it did not matter who was
touching whom, or doing what to whom.  They formed a tangle of
ever-changing bodies as they moved from one to another, licking, kissing,
caressing, slowly becoming aroused and slowly arousing each other.
	Laying flat on his back, Demetrios found his cock being teased by
the youngest of the American boys, and the look of pure delight on Bobby's
face as he slowly pulled back the sixteen- year-old's foreskin and allowed
it to creep back up over his swollen knob caused a droplet of pre- cum to
ooze out of his dark-skinned sausage.  Bobby immediately bent over and
lapped it up with his tongue, which caused another droplet to form at the
tip of the fountain.
  Benny was sitting on his haunches to his left, providing Demetrios a full
view of the fourteen-year-old's erect dick, which was slightly larger than
Demetrios's brother's.  Raising himself, Demetrios ran his tongue along the
teenage boy's smooth, hairless thighs up to his low-hung balls.
	Meanwhile, Brent had lain down on his back in the opposite
direction to Demetrios and while Bobby played with the sixteen-year-old's
cock, Brent slipped his head around and gave his dark-skinned sac a lick.
His testicles reminding the American youth of olives, very large olives, he
slipped his lips over them and began to suck.  At the same time,
Demetrios's brother had spread apart Brent's legs and was caressing his
butthole with the tip of his index finger.  Bending over, he spat on
Brent's exposed hole and worked his spittle into it with the tip of his
finger, gradually inserting it further and further.  Benny leaned over, his
crotch in Demetrios's face, and bowing his head, lapped at the knob of the
erect, twitching dick of his older brother.  At the same time, Brent, who
had been licking and sucking his twin brother's teats, got to his knees and
Aristotelis immediately reached out for the unattended dick with his left
hand and began to stroke it, delighting in its size and strength.
	Spitting on Demetrios's erect cock and smearing his spittle over
his knob, Bobby turned so he was facing the sixteen-year-old Greek youth,
and squatting above his erect cock, he slowly lowered himself on it.
Demetrios was surprised at the eagerness of the twelve-year-old, and had
never done his brother in that position, but he quickly grasped his cock by
the base and held it up for the horny American boy.  He inhaled deeply, as
did Bobby, as the tip of his knob met Bobby's pucker.  Relaxing his
sphincter, the experienced twelve-year-old slowly continued to descend, and
slowly the Greek youth's spit-slick knob spread open his anal ring until it
slipped into his rectum.  Inhaling deeply again, and grunting with the
strain, Bobby slowly eased down, his lips curling into a delighted smile as
he felt the hot, hard cock slowly sliding up his rectum until his smooth
backside was being brushed by the coarse, black hairs of the Greek teen.
	Demetrios quivered with delight as the twelve-year-old's hot, tight
ass squeezed about his stiff dick, now totally enclosed in Bobby's hot,
pulsating rectum.  Directly above his face was the stiff dick and hairy
balls of the youngster's next oldest brother, Benny having knelt over
Demetrios's head to better suck his sixteen-year-old brother's cock Drawing
the boy down closer to his face, Demetrios slipped his lips about his knob,
and Benny immediately began to slowly work his hips, fucking Demetrios's
mouth.
	At the same time Benny began to slide his lips up and down Brent's
stiff cock, something he'd done probably a thousand times, and something
he'd never grow tired of doing.  While Bobby sucked on his brother's cock,
Aristotelis prepared to sink his cock up the ass of the sixteen-year-old
American boy.  Having placed several pillows under his backside to raise
it, Aristotelis now placed the tip of his slender five-inch dick against
his butthole.  Having fucked the youngest brother, Aristotelis was
trembling with arousal and excitement as he prepared now to fuck the older.
Brent was trembling with excitement also, having been fucked previously by
the older brother and looking forward to being fucked now by the younger.
He opened his asshole eagerly as he felt the hot, hard, slender bone slowly
begin to penetrate his body.  He grunted with pleasure, as did Aristotelis
as the boy sank his bone up the blond teenager's ass.
	Twisting his head around and lifting his upper torso up ever so
slightly so his long, blond hair was still draped over Demetrios's flat,
olive-skinned stomach, Brent took his kid brother's stiff
four-and-three-eighth inch cocklet in his mouth.  As Bobby rode Demetrios's
stiff cock, he at the same time worked his own cock in and out of his
sixteen-year-old brother's mouth, doubling his pleasure.  At the same time,
Brent slipped his fingers through Aristotelis's thick, curly hair and began
to work his hips to and fro, fucking the younger boy's mouth.
	The two double beds and the cot squeaked and bounced and the room
was filled with the sounds of sucking and flesh striking flesh and heavy
breathing as the six boys sought their pleasure, and to please each other.
Bobby happily and eagerly rode up and down Demetrios's shaft, bouncing the
boy up and down on the bed as Bobby at the same time fucked his sixteen-
year-old brother's face.  Demetrios quivered with the delight of the
youngster's hot, moist ass working up and down his irritated shaft and the
sixteen-year-old eagerly sucked on the cock of the boy's fourteen-year-old
brother thrusting in and out of his mouth.
	Benny inhaled and exhaled deeply through his nose as he worked his
hips to and fro, fucking Demetrios's sucking mouth while at the same time
bobbing his head up and down Brent's cock.  Sucking one cock while having
someone else sucking yours was totally wicked, and he eagerly humped and
sucked simultaneously, aware at the same time of the sounds of the others
having sex around him.  Brent squirmed with multiple pleasures demanding
his brain's attention.  His cock throbbed delightfully as Benny sucked him
off, while at the same time Bobby was fucking his mouth with his thin,
rock-hard cocklet as he rode up and down Demetrios's shaft.  And, while the
older Greek boy was being ridden by his kid brother, at the same time his
ass was being fucked by Demetrios's younger brother.  The boy was skilled
in the Greek art, and Brent trembled with delight as he felt his narrow
cock working in and out of his rectum and massaging his prostate.
	Aristotelis trembled with delight also as he worked his cock in and
out of the blond teenager, at the same time having his mouth fucked by the
sixteen-year-old's twin.  Brett twisted Aristotelis's dark, curly hair
about his fingers as he slowly fucked the boy's face while the boy fucked
his brother, and he inhaled and exhaled deeply as he felt himself
approaching his climax.  Releasing the boy's head, he warned him what was
about to happen should he not want to receive his load in his mouth, but in
response Aristotelis reached up placed his hands back on either side of his
head.  With a delighted smile and a deep breath, Brett announced he was
coming and shot his load into the fourteen-year-old's mouth.  At the same
time Aristotelis rammed his cock up Brent's ass and he and Brent trembled
with his release.  Seconds later, Brent trembled with his own release, and
his stiff cock throbbed hotly as it fountained into his brother's mouth.
	Benny eagerly sucked on the throbbing flesh fountain as his
brother's cream filled his mouth, and he shivered with delight as he
released his load, shooting it into Demetrios's mouth.  The Greek boy
quickly began swallowing as the hot, slimy teen sperm shot into his mouth,
and he grunted with pleasure as his own cock erupted, sending his hot load
up Bobby's eager rectum.  Feeling the hot cum enema filling his asshole,
Bobby groaned loudly with his own climax as his little cocklet throbbed and
ached as it desperately tried to pump out seed that was still not ready.
	Cum oozed out around the corners of Benny's lips and down his
brother's shaft to form pearly beads in his blond hairs and the hairs
covering his tight balls.  Unable to swallow Brett's shot fast enough, the
teenager's cum oozed out of the corners of Aristotelis's mouth also.
Oozing down around his chin, it formed dual pearl pendants on either side.
Aristotelis continued to work his slender cock in and out of Brent's
asshole, his fucking now making a loud, slucking noise as his cock worked
in and out of his own cum.  At the same time there was a definite slucking
noise as Bobby vigorously rode up and down Demetrios's cock in his
desperate attempt to come, the teenager's cum oozing out of the
twelve-year-old's ass and down around his tight, hairy balls.  The older
boy swallowed the thick, copious load Brent had deposited in his mouth,
delighting in its taste and texture.  The six boys inhaled deeply, inhaling
the erotic fragrance of fresh cum and hot boy flesh, as they fell back onto
the beds with exhausted pleasure.
	The next morning they all headed out bright and early to make the
most of the day.  After they all visited Dion, Mister Papayodopoulos
reminded the boys that although they did not need any special equipment or
experience, there were dangerous parts of the mountain and people had died
climbing it.  He was not concerned, knowing the six boys had warm clothes,
sun screen, decent shoes, and trail snacks besides their picnic lunch, and
that his sons were more knowledgeable about the hazards of the mountains
than most, but he also knew they were boys and needed reminders.  Wishing
them a pleasant hike, the adults headed on for their day of shopping and
the boys headed off up one of the many hiking trails leading from the
village at the base of the mountain.  Simply being out for the day in the
fresh mountain air and by themselves, they did not really care where they
were heading, as long as it was up.  They struck out at a hearty pace,
aided by the cooler temperatures at the higher elevation, and soon had left
the early morning tourists far behind.  The Brewster boys talked about all
the things they'd seen on their holiday, some of them things their two
hosts had not yet seen themselves, and the two Papayodopoulos boys filled
their guests in with still more local yore and information about the local
vegetation as they climbed up through the jasmine and oleander forest at
the base of the mountain, through the oak and chestnut forest of the middle
slopes, and into the dark black pine forest marking the two thousand foot
mark.
	Emerging out of the forest onto a steep bluff, they looked out at
the Aegean sea.  Demetrios told them how the early sailors looking up at
the mountain figured the cliffs near the top looked like large chairs, and
had figured they were the seats for the ancient gods.  Looking up at the
peaks still far above them, the boys decided to push on to the next ridge
even though it was near noon, knowing that the hike back down would not
take as long as the hike up the mountain.  As they continued on, they
talked about the ancient gods and legends, a topic they were all interested
in and in which each boy had a different knowledge to share.  Arriving at
their destination, they decided to head up to the next ridge, simply out of
a boyish curiosity to see what they could see from that height and what lay
beyond, besides figuring they could find a secluded spot to have their
lunch and engage in another activity they had all been looking forward to,
knowing this was going to be their last opportunity for such sport
together.
	Disappointed to find the next stretch consisted of barren rock
spotted with low juniper and hardy stonecrops and yarrows, providing them
no privacy whatsoever, they decided to cut across to the dark pines on a
parallel ridge.  They were so intent on finding a secluded spot they did
not realize the sky was beginning to darken, and the thunder clouds were
beginning to move in.  Aristotelis was the first to notice, about half way
across the ravine to the other bluff, and being experienced even at his
young age, he knew immediately they were in trouble.
  The weather changed quickly in the mountains, and he and his brother were
well aware of the ferocity of a summer thunderstorm at their elevation.
Their destination being closer than where they had come from, and looking
like it would offer more protection, they quickened their pace and hoped
the storm would pass by quickly.
	To their dismay they discovered a steep, hidden ravine cut them off
from the copse of pine.  Deciding to make their way down to a lower
elevation from where they were, they soon found their way blocked by
another steep gorge that even a mountain goat could not traverse.  It was
while they were desperately trying to cut across back to their original
path that the summer storm hit, with all it's fury, and they found
themselves on an outcropping with steep perpendicular cliffs on three
sides.  The boys hunkered down amongst the loose boulders and twisted,
weather- beaten pine and hoped for the best as the wind whipped about them
and the rain began to pelt the ground.  It was a heavy rain and rivulets
soon began cutting through the loose soil around them.  A stream began
higher up and quickly flowed down to them and cascaded off the outcropping.
The mountain side became so dark it was as if night had fallen.
	Wearing only shorts and T-shirts, the boys were drenched and soon
shivering with the sudden cold, but they dare not release their grasp of
the boulders giving them what little protection they had to remove their
backpacks and retrieve their warmer clothing.  The soil around them began
to wash away in the torrent and they could hear the rocks tumbling down the
sheer cliffs around them.  Attempting to move away from the stream washing
the soil beside him and gradually working its way closer to him, Bobby
discovered to his surprise how slippery the slope had become.  Before he
could regain his footing, he found himself quickly sliding down the loose
slope.  His brothers watched in horror as in seconds he disappeared over
the edge.
	"Fu-, fu-, fuuuuuuu-!" they heard him scream over the howling of
the wind and the clattering of falling rock.
	"Bobbbbbyyyyyyyy!" cried out his brothers in distress, unable to do
anything as fear and shock hit them and an ice-cold lump formed in their
chests, their bodies, already numb with the surprising cold.  Tears welled
up in their eyes.
	Just as suddenly as Bobby had disappeared, there appeared from
below them a large dark brown eagle, not just an ordinary eagle, but one
the size of which legends and thriller movies are made of.  The flapping of
its huge wings created such a strong draft that as it flew past the boys
they grasped each other to avoid being swept off the cliff.  In its talons
was a screaming, flailing, drenched boy.
	"Fu-, fu-, fuuuuuuu-!" he screamed as he was carried over their
heads and out of sight.
	"Bobby?" the five of them asked, staring at each other.
	They had no time to think as they felt the outcropping they were on
begin to crumble.  Just as suddenly as the eagle had appeared there was
standing in the air before them a handsome, muscular young man.  Well,
actually he was hovering in the air thanks to a wide-brimmed, winged hat
and winged sandals.  As Brent opened his mouth in surprise and recognition,
the young man reached out and grabbing him and his twin brother, lifted
them up in the air.  At the same time there appeared on either side of the
remaining boys an ass and a beast that was half man and half goat.  Tossing
Aristotelis on the back of the ass and Demetrios on his own back, the half
beast and the ass scrambled up the cliff amidst flying rock and mud,
leaving behind a bewildered Benny and a large white swan.  With a shrug of
his shoulders, he threw himself on the swan's back and clung on as he was
lifted up through the storm.
	After a terrifying flight of what seemed like hours through the
wind and the pelting rain, they emerged out of the storm and the Brewster
brothers found themselves flying high above Mount Olympus, the craggy peak
poking out through the black storm clouds that encircled it.  They could
make out the outline of Greece below them, and the sparkling blue-green
seas on its three sides.  Swooping back down to the barren mountain peak at
a horrendous speed, they were suddenly and unceremonious dropped six feet
above the jagged, grey stone.
	"Holy fuck!" gasped Bobby as he raised himself on his elbows and
looked around in surprise.  His three brothers quickly sat up with a
combination of apprehension and bewilderment.  This was all happening too
fast and was too weird.  They found they were laying in a rich alpine
meadow of thick green grass scattered with fragrant hyacinths and narcissus
and surrounded by huge chestnut and olive trees.  A brook meandered through
the meadow and nearby was a pool with a fountain of naked cherubs pouring
water from jugs in the middle.  The sky was the most brilliant blue they'd
ever seen, and soft fluffy clouds had replaced the dark thunder clouds.
Demetrios and Aristotelis were standing beside them, just as mud-caked and
soaked and as bewildered as they were.
	"I don't know if this is a good time to be swearing, Bobby,"
observed Brett as he looked up.  Standing beside him was the handsome,
muscular young man with the winged hat and sandals who had swept him and
his twin brother up and carried them off through the storm.  He was totally
gorgeous, thick, curly black hair, broad smooth chest, muscular arms and
legs, the legs of a runner, with an exquisite bubble butt and low hung
balls and long uncut cock.  He appeared to be in his early twenties, and
his body was spattered with mud from having carried them off the cliff.
	Standing beside him was the largest swan he had ever seen, the size
of a pony.  As he stared in disbelief the swan shimmered and before his
eyes was transformed into another handsome young man, one even more
gorgeous than the first and appearing a few years older.  His hair was the
colour of bronze, fine and long, covering the tops of his ears and
extending in the back just past his shoulders, and held in place with a
laurel crown.  He was wearing a royal blue toga clasped at the right
shoulder with an ornate gold broach and loosely draped around his narrow
waist, revealing a smooth and muscular left breast and powerful legs.
  On his feet were golden-coloured sandals laced up to his ankles.
	Standing on the other side between Demetrios and Aristotelis was a
strange, frightening looking creature having the tail, flanks and hooves of
a goat and goat horns protruding from his forehead, but having the upper
torso of a human.  His face was wrinkled and he had a protruding chin with
a long goatee.  His body was hairy, even hairier than the Brewster boys'
father, and the thick, coarse matt of hair covering his chest, back and
stomach was a natural extension of the brownish-grey hair of his flanks and
legs.  He was only slightly taller than Demetrios, and was wearing a lynx
pelt about his waist.
	Beside Aristotelis stood a mud-spattered ass, who was being groomed
by a short, rather ugly looking gnome-like man with a huge belly, feet even
larger than Brent's, huge hands and a large nose with a prominent backside.
He was wearing a short, mid-thigh tunic, out from under of which protruded
the most humongous cock any of them would ever see, and which at the moment
was fully erect and extending up to the middle of his chest.
	Standing between the two groups opposite the gnome-like man and
completing the circle was the giant eagle that had carried Bobby off in its
talons, its large white-specked wings outspread as it dried itself off.
The rain accented the golden tinge to the feathers on its head and neck,
giving it a regal look.  As had happened to the swan, the eagle began to
shimmer and before their eyes transformed into an imperious middle-aged man
with thick black hair and a full bushy beard but with a youthful, muscular
body.  He was wrapped in a flowing robe of royal purple and his mere
presence demanded awe and reverence.  A smile slowly curled the corners of
his lips and replaced his stern countenance as he looked across the meadow.
Running to join him was a beautiful young teen with long flowing auburn
hair and a beautiful, almost effeminate look.  He appeared to be about the
age of the twins and was totally naked.
	"Hermes, my guide and guardian," said Brent reverently and in
almost a whisper, the first of the boys to speak.  He rose to his knees and
bowed his head before the young man with the winged hat and sandals.  "Have
we died and come to live on Mount Olympus?"
	Looking first at the bearded man as if seeking his approval to
speak, the Greek god replied with a slight smile, the type of smile a
father gives a favourite son while yet maintaining his masculine
detachment, or perhaps the smile a stern teacher would give a student who
has pleased him.  "No, you are not that honoured to be given a place with
us.  At least not yet," he added prophetically.  "But you six have been
faithful enough to warrant us having saved you from a certain death."  He
had a resonant voice, the voice you would expect a god to have.
	"The six of us?" Brent asked, so surprised he didn't think how his
question might seem insolent to a god.
	If Hermes did find the statement insolent, he showed no indication.
"Just because you live far away and live a very different life, do not
think that I have not heard your prayers or watched your actions."  He
stared down at the blond teenager kneeling before him.  "The baklava was
delicious, and thoughtful," he stated simply, causing Brent to turn a
bright red.
	"And we could not very well let one brother live and the other
die," observed the man beside him as he looked at Brett.  He was obviously
the first man's older brother from their similar appearances.  "It would
not be a very glorious moment to meet the deity you have chosen to emulate
if you were at the same time grieving for your brother," he continued.  "So
I have done this for your brother, and for mine, even if he did steal my
cattle."  His eyes passed over Brett slowly from head to toe, and from
their penetrating look he was clearly assessing him, as one would assess
something he was considering buying.
	"Besides, Apollo has always had an eye for beautiful, athletic
youths," observed Hermes with a smile directed at his brother, "especially
those who have a quick and inquiring mind in addition to a lithe body."
The brotherly love that bonded the two was evident in their eyes and in
their voices.
	"As for you two, you have on more than one occasion offered up your
prayers and thanks to me," said the satyr Pan, "something that not all
young shepherd boys do these days.  Besides, what good would the god of
shepherds be if he did not save two of his flock after they have risked
their lives many times to save their own?"
	"As for you," the oldest of them said, reaching down and tousling
Bobby's hair, "how could any mortal or god resist such an attractive and
vibrant cherub?  Especially one who wanted to become a Greek at such a
young age?"  Despite his stern face and powerful presence, the six boys
sensed inside a tenderness and affection that they were beginning to learn
certain types of men had for boys.
	"And each and every one of you have steadfastly and ardently
practised what I stand for," observed the gnome-like man.  "Some of you
more fervently than others," he added, looking directly at Benny.
	"Oh yeah," sighed Benny as he stared at the man's giant erection,
"there's nothing worth pursuing more."  A smile curled his lips.  "Mine is
like yours so often my middle name should have been Priapus."
	"So, you know who I am."
	"If it is anything to do with sex, Benny knows it," observed Brett.
	"Oh maaaan, you're all real?" Bobby asked, glancing around at them
all.
	"Very much so, for as long as there are those who believe," replied
the bearded man as he accepted the wineskin from the naked youth who had
joined them.  He tipped the skin up and directed a stream in his mouth and
then passed it on to Hermes, who did likewise.  "This is Ganymede,
cupbearer to the gods," Zeus introduced.
	"Cupbearer?  I didn't know the ancient Greeks wore jocks, or that
Gods did," Bobby responded.
	"Not that sort of cup, Bobby," whispered Brett.
	"No?"
	"Cup, as in goblet, for drinking wine, or nectar," replied Brent,
rolling his eyes.
	"Oh.  Being the bearer of the other type of cup would be far more
interesting," Bobby responded, causing them all to laugh, even the
immortals standing before them.
	"So, ah, I guess thanks for saving us," Demetrios said, glancing at
Pan.  "If there is some way, any way, we can repay you. . . ."
	"Oh, there is," the gods responded as one.
	"But first, you must wash that mud from yourselves," Zeus observed
as he gestured to the pool.
	The boys suddenly realized how filthy they must look before the
immortals standing around them.  They also suddenly realized how hot the
sun was, and the clear, fresh pool looked very inviting.  Heading over to
it, they stood there awkwardly, uncertain what to do.  Had they been alone,
they would have stripped down and jumped in, but it was different in front
of adults, and even still different considering who these adults were.
They glanced again at the pool.  It was inviting, but the thought of
washing their mud-spattered bodies in it seemed like they'd be sullying it,
and besides, this was not just an ordinary pool, this belonged to the gods.
	Removing his hat and unlacing his sandals, Hermes looked at the
boys.  "You don't need to wait for us," he said.  "This is no formal
ceremony."  Turning, he dived into the pool, which the boys had not
realized was as deep as it was.  Standing waist deep in the water, he began
to wash the mud off his arms and chest.  Unclasping his robe and letting it
fall to the ground, Apollo dived in to join his younger brother.  The boys
quickly removed their muddy runners and pulled off their muddy clothes and
dived in to join the two adults, and were just as quickly joined by the
other adults.  After washing the mud from their bodies, they swam for a
while and enjoyed themselves, occasionally slipping out of the pool to sit
on the grassy banks to dry off and enjoy the hot Mediterranean sun.  While
the six boys had definite tan lines, those of the Brewster brothers being
the most distinct, they noticed that the adults did not, and that they
ranged in the darkness of their tans from the chocolate brown Pan who
evidently spent a lot of time outdoors to Zeus whose skin was the fairest
of them all and only slightly darker than that of the Brewster boys.
	Hermes and Apollo challenged each other to a race across the pool,
and then urged the twins to compete against each other, and then the six
boys to compete.  Hermes dived and swam between Brent's legs and resurfaced
with the boy about his shoulders and flipped him into the pool.  Apollo did
likewise with Brent, and then the two brothers engaged in a mock battle,
serving as the mounts for the two twins as they tried to wrestle each other
off.  A splashing game commenced amongst the others, Bobby being accused of
starting it but claiming it had been Pan.  A ball, made from a goat's
bladder and filled with air, materialized out of nowhere and they had an
impromptu game, the mortals against the immortals, with the promise the
gods would not use their powers, and then splitting the groups so three
boys and three gods played on each side.
	They finally climbed back out onto the banks and allowed the sun to
dry them off.  It seemed to the boys like hours had gone by and yet the sun
was in the same position in the sky as when they'd arrived.  Ganymede was
sent for more wine, and soon returned with an entourage of young maidens
carrying pitchers of freshy squeezed fruit juices and clear cold water and
skins of wine, and others carrying platters of cheese and grapes and
assorted other fruit.  The boys quickly glanced about for their clothes,
which still lay where they had dropped them, but were reluctant to put the
muddy garments back on now and instead dropped their hands to their laps,
trying to act casual.  The gods laughed at their modesty and playfully
tried to pull their arms away and to tickle them so as to reveal their
boyhoods and the maidens laughed as the boys turned deep red.
	Dismissing the maidens, Zeus beckoned for Ganymede to fill his cup
and reaching over, drew Bobby over beside him.  Picking up a cluster of
grapes, he picked them off one by one and fed them to the naked
twelve-year-old.  Hermes picked up a pale white slice of cheese, observing
that it was his favourite, and taking a bite out of it, offered the other
half to Brent.  Pan and Priapus bit into the fleshy pulp of a melon, and
wiping their mouths off with the backs of their hands, encouraged Demetrios
and Aristotelis to eat their fill.  After having satisfied their thirst and
hunger, Hermes caught Brent's attention and nodded toward the chestnut
grove on the other side of the pond.  Getting to their feet, the two
strolled in its direction.
	"This is so fucking awesome," Brent observed as he strolled beside
his chosen mentor.  "I hope you don't mind my swearing," he said quickly
and apologetically as he realized what he'd said.
	"The only thing I mind is you worrying about being a boy," Hermes
said, placing a hand on his shoulder.  "Just be natural.  Be yourself."
	"Never in a million years did I ever think I would meet you and
talk to you."
	"But we have met and talked before, several times."  Brent looked
up at him, his brow knotted in perplexity.  "The first was during your fast
and quest for a deity to guide you."
	Brent thought back to the weekend he had spent alone in Blackfalds
Forest Reserve, the weekend he'd said he was spending with Billy.  The
Hollis's had taken him out that Friday night, and told him the rituals he
was to follow, and that they would be back Sunday afternoon.  Thirty- six
hours without food was next to torture for the teenager, but he was willing
to do anything for Billy, and for his new religion.  So, he had fasted and
performed the rituals he'd been taught in search of a guardian spirit and a
deity to lead him.
	"That was really you I talked to that night?"
	"Yes," said Hermes as they sat down in a mossy bower in the
chestnut grove.
  The moss sank beneath their bodies and the sweet fragrance of pinks
filled the air.  "And you have done well since then, very well."
	"Thanks," Brent said, beginning to blush.
	"We are very much alike, you and I," Hermes said.  "You too are
skilled in oratory and writing, and are dedicated to your brothers, and to
serving others.  You have a kind, and tender heart, but there is a shy
adventurousness about you also."  Hermes reached out and touched his
earlobe, admiring the pendant crystal earring, a gift from Brett, and then
ran his fingers over the barbells at the bridge of his nose before holding
up the silver ring in his left nipple, the ring identical to the one his
boyfriend Billy wore.  "But, there is still much to learn," Hermes
continued, dropping his hand to the boy's lap and curling his fingers about
his limp penis.
	"Oh God, I love you," Brent sighed, and realizing the humour in the
expression under his present circumstances, he could not help chuckling, as
did his guide and mentor.
	Brett and Apollo had meanwhile wandered off down the meadow away
from the pool and the palace of the gods, the two of them carrying bows and
with a quiver of arrows slung over their shoulders, Apollo having suggested
giving the boy some lessons in archery.  Setting a peach on a stump not so
distant to make the task impossible, he had instructed the youth in the
proper stance and posture, demonstrating himself first, and then standing
behind the boy and holding his bow hand while pulling back on the opposite
shoulder.
	"Did you really save me for the reasons you said?" Brett asked as
they retrieved the arrows for the third time, Brett having come close, but
not yet hitting the fruit.
	"Of course.  Did you think I would lie?"
	"Oh, no, of course not," Brett said quickly, turning red with
embarrassment.  "I didn't mean that.  I, well, I," he sputtered, for one of
the rare times in his life finding himself at a loss of words.
	"Well, you should think that," laughed Apollo.  "The gods are not
always honest, and especially the gods of Olympus."
	"Well, I'm not quite as up on Greek mythology or on history as my
brother Brent, nor on sex as is Benny," he added with a smile.
	"And nor should you be.  You love your brothers, and that is not
always the bond between brothers, in history, and in these times.  But you
should not try to be like them.  You need to be you.  You are good at
numbers and at science, and in logical thinking," he observed, "all of
which are important skills."  Being among other things the god of prophesy
and of medicine, he knew the values of such skills.  "And play a trumpet
fair well," he added.  "Perhaps after our archery practice we will
entertain the others with a duet."
	"That would be wicked," observed Brett, causing the young, athletic
god to smile.  "But how do you know these things about me?"
	"Most Hermes has told me from watching over your brother, knowing I
have a fondness for handsome, athletic youth who have both a good mind and
a good body," he said, reaching out and groping Brett's backside as the boy
bent over to pick up his last arrow.
  "Some I have discerned just today."  Straightening up, Brett turned and
looked up into the eyes of the most perfect of the gods.  Dropping the
arrows he'd just picked up, he stepped forward into his arms and the two
kissed.
	Priapus and Benny and Pan and Aristotelis had also wandered off,
the four of them heading for the woods on the other side of the meadow.
Sitting down on the lichen-covered rocks in the shade of a large oak, the
two boys plied the two immortals with questions about their lives, relating
myths they had heard or read and verifying the truth.  Benny of course
wanted to know all the details of the sex lives of those who lived on
Olympus, which Priapus informed him would take far more time to tell than a
mortal's lifetime.  Aristotelis was curious about what Pan knew about him
and his brother and his father, and about his patron god's life.  The two
immortals at the same time were curious what life was like today in the
modern world, in both Greece and America, for two fourteen-year-old boys.
Listening to the two boys, they concluded that material things and the way
of life may have changed, but boys were still boys, though with a different
knowledge and different challenges than when the two walked the earth on a
frequent basis.
	Of course such talk of sex had predictable results on all four, and
they soon lost interest in their pursuits of knowledge as thoughts turned
to other pursuits.  The two men gently caressed the smooth bodies of the
two boys and ran their fingers through their fine hair, and the two boys
just as eagerly ran their fingers through the thick hair covering the
chests of the two men.  Caresses were soon accompanied by kisses, the
beards of the two men brushing against the downy cheeks of the two
pubescent boys who, being healthy boys, felt their cocks quickly swelling
with lust.
	Knowing that Zeus wished to be alone with Bobby, Ganymede, with
Zeus's leave, offered to show Demetrios the home of the gods.  It was a
magnificent palace with huge, high-vaulted halls and ornate pillars and
statues, the walls covered with paintings and mosaics of ancient Greece and
woodland scenes.  They wandered through the square court, which was open to
the sky, pausing to admire Zeus's throne of polished black Egyptian marble
adorned with gold, and Queen Hera's ivory throne with the crystal steps and
cowhide cushion.  They continued on down past the kitchen and servant's
quarters to the cottages of the lesser gods.  Ganymede, being neither a
servant nor a god, and being of royal blood and a favourite of Zeus, had
his own cottage situated between the two, which was where the two youths
ended up.  It was a simple, comfortable cottage, not unlike Demetrios's own
home, and it reflected the interests and hobbies of the teenager.  A bow
and quiver of arrows hung in one corner, beside his shepherd's crook and
sandals, Ganymede having been looking after his father's flocks at the time
he'd been whisked off to Mount Olympus by Zeus.  A lyre hung from another
wall above a cabinet of personal treasures, mementos and gifts.
	"So, what is it like, being cupbearer to the gods?" asked
Demetrios.
	"It is an interesting life," Ganymede responded with a grin.  "They
are forever plotting and scheming, or off on one escapade or another."  He
noticed Demetrios studying the painting of Zeus in the stone frame by his
bed.  "That has been interesting also," he observed.
	"Pardon?"
	"You were wondering what it was like being the catamite of the king
of all the gods."
	"I did not know you were capable of reading minds," Demetrios said,
turning a bright red.
	"I am not so much a reader of minds, as a reader of faces."
	"I'm sorry.  I meant no disrespect," the teenager said sincerely,
turning even redder and wishing he could die on the spot.
	"I know things are different now on earth.  When I first came to
Mount Olympus, it was common for an older man to take a boy in and train
him and nurture him, and for the two to enjoy the bond and the joys of
erotic love between generations.  I know today on earth that is frowned
upon by many societies despite its logic, and there is a logic, which is
why it is still practised in some form or another in some cultures, and why
it will never totally be wiped out no matter how hard politicians and
priests might try."
	"That's why we really left, wasn't it?" asked Demetrios.  "So Zeus
could enjoy the company of Bobby."
	"Yes."
	"Does that not bother you?  That you and he are lovers, and yet he
seeks the flesh of other boys?"
	"He is a god, and the most powerful of all gods.  No mortal or
immortal can satisfy the needs of such a one alone.  Besides, it is a
momentary pleasure.  The young American boy will soon be back in America,
and I will again be in Zeus's arms.  Is it not more of a wrong to hoard
such pleasure for only oneself than to share that pleasure with others?"
	"I guess," replied Demetrios with a shrug, not convinced but not
wishing to offend one who was immortal, and whose lover it was they were
talking about.
	"Besides, if it were not for Zeus's interest in the cherub, how
could I have been free to enjoy your company for a while?"  Demetrios
looked at the teenage boy.  "I too have my lusts," he said with a grin,
wrapping an arm about the Greek shepherd.  "And things I can teach."  As he
gently caressed Demetrios's back, the teenager had a feeling that he was
going to learn more than what it was like to have sex with the cupbearer to
the gods.
	"So, it would appear that we have been left to ourselves," Zeus
observed.
	"Yeah, guess so," Bobby replied as he glanced around.  He was not
disappointed.  "So, can we see your throne?  Maybe let me throw a
lightening bolt or something?"
	Zeus chuckled.  "Well, see my throne yes," he said as he got up and
lead the boy to his palace.  Bobby looked about in awe as they walked
through the halls, and even more in awe as he looked at the massive throne
and at the ruby-eyed golden eagle perched on the right arm.
	"Go ahead, you may sit in it," Zeus said, and Bobby quickly bounded
up the seven steps.
	"Wicked," he observed as he sat down on the purple fleece and
looked about.
  "This furry cushion tickles your bare bum though," he observed, causing
the Lord of the Sky to laugh.
	"You know, the rainbow is a gay symbol," he observed, looking at
the seven steps leading up to the throne as he rejoined Zeus.  Each one was
enamelled with one of the colours of the rainbow.
	"And which are you my young cherub?  Gay, bi, or straight?"
	"Just horny," replied Bobby, glancing up at the man.  "Can we see
your bed?"
	Zeus laughed as he put his arm about the boy, his laugh thundering
through the hall and palace, out through the courtyard, and even to where
the others were embracing.
	"Sounds like your young brother is pleasing my father," observed
Hermes as he brushed back the long blond hair out of Brent's eyes with his
left hand as his right cupped and rolled the youth's large eggs.
	"Bobby can do that," observed Brent, staring down at Hermes's erect
member as he rolled his balls in their loose sack.  They were half sitting
and half laying in the mossy bower, shaded by the surrounding chestnut
trees, but it was a warm afternoon and their balls were hot and sweaty.
	"He is not the only one skilled at pleasing others," observed the
handsome, beardless youth and he bowed his head and kissed Brent on the
lips.
	The teenage boy's lips were sweet and his breath smelled of the
freshness of youth.  To Brent, the lips of his guardian and protector were
as sweet as honey, and he inhaled his breath as if inhaling the essence of
immortality.  He ran his hands over the broad, muscular chest and caressed
the soft, sensitive nipples, causing them to become firm as Hermes did the
same to him.  Their hands descended together and their fingers entwined in
each other's hairs.  As Brent continued on to gently wrap his fingers about
the gorgeous erect cock of the handsome, athletic god, the companion and
beloved of Eros and Hercules, Hermes caressed Brent's smooth, deliciously
curved buttocks.  His breath grew deeper as he felt himself becoming
aroused by the beautiful blond youth who had worshipped him with his mind,
and was now worshipping him with his fingers.  Slowly easing Brent down on
his back on the mossy carpet of the bower amongst the pinks and delicate
forget-me-nots, Hermes raised the boy's slender legs in the air and lifted
his buttocks as he knelt down between the boy's upraised legs.  His long,
stiff cock, now a glorious nine inch wand protruding up along his flat
stomach, throbbed eagerly for this unblemished, beautiful youth.
	In the meadow not far from them, his half brother, said to be the
most Greek of all the gods, was kissing and licking the smooth, delicious
body of an identical blond teenage boy, nibbling on his irritated teats as
the boy did the same to him.  As his lips skipped over the satin smooth
skin of the boy's smooth chest, the boy's soft lips skipped over his
muscular pecs, and as he ran his tongue down the centre of the boy's chest
and wormed it in his belly button, so the boy ran his hot tongue down to
his belly button.  Laying on their sides facing each other but laying in
opposite directions, the sixteen-year-old youth at times copied the
muscular copper-haired god, and at other times took the lead.  Now, as
eager as he was to sample the god's towering nine-inch wand, he bypassed it
and began to lick the young god's thighs and to caress them with his lips,
and his cock, now seven inches in length, throbbed with desire as he felt
the handsome immortal's tongue run over his own sensitive thighs.
	Benny and Aristotelis were at that moment laying on the floor of
the oak forest quivering with arousal as their smooth bodies were expertly
caressed by the two gods of nature, both skilled in the ways of arousing
men and boys.  Priapus and Pan brushed their beards over the nipples of the
two squirming teenagers as they ran their hands up under the boys' arms and
gently caressed their silky pits with light circular strokes, causing the
two boys to think their entire bodies were raw nerve endings.  They ran
their hands down the boys' slender torsos, past their waists, to their
smooth, compact butts.  Raising the boys so they were laying on their
shoulders, the two men bent forward and licked the narrow crack between the
smooth orbs of the two young teenagers, their beards brushing against the
sensitive buttocks.  Finding their tight puckers, the two men wormed their
tongues into the receptive holes, taking as much delight in the exquisite
taste and aroma of those two portals as the two fourteen-year-old boys took
delight in being rimmed.
	Across the meadow two sixteen-year-old youths separated in time by
two thousand years and living in two very different worlds shared a
pleasure that was the same then as it is now, and ever will be.  Both
exceedingly beautiful in their own ways, they caressed and kissed each
other.  Ganymede, the more experienced in these ways than the other, ran
his tongue over the other's smooth lips and then slipped his tongue in his
mouth as they kissed.  Their tongues wrapped about each other like two
snakes as they pressed their lips together, and the two boys squirmed with
delight as their naked bodies pressed against each other, their cocks stiff
and eager to receive their due attention.  As their lips parted, the boys
extended their tongues, and with their long-lashed eyes closed, they
duelled with their tongues as their hands slipped down along their slender
bodies, their muscles firm and defined as a result of their physical
endeavours, but still softly curved with their youthfulness.  Demetrios had
known before this the mutual satisfaction of youthful lust with his
brother, and the simple joy of being a boy and seeking boyish pleasures
with other boys with his newly made friends from America.  Now he was
learning the art of pleasing another of his sex from one whose eternal joy
was doing so.
	Not that far from the two boys two others were engaged in a
variation of that sport.  Having taken Bobby to his bed, the two had lain
down on the soft white fleece and Bobby had poured nectar for the king of
the gods and had run his hot hands over his muscular, powerful body,
entwining his fingers in the dark mat of hairs covering his chest and
toying with his nipples as he drank.  He reached over to the golden tray
and fed the god dark purple grapes as the god caressed his tight smooth
buttocks and ran his finger up the boy's delightful crack.  The mighty Lord
of the Sky reached into an ornate bowl and scooping up two fingers of
ambrosia, popped the divine paste into his mouth, and offered a taste to
the twelve-year-old.
  Bobby was much more interested in the man's teats, and he snuggled down
and slipped his lips over them and sucked and licked them as a babe might.
The mighty god squirmed with pleasure as he slipped the tip of one of his
fingers used to scoop up the ambrosia into the boy's asshole.  Bobby
immediately pushed back in eagerness and sucked all the harder on the man's
nipples as he reached down and wrapped his fingers about the god's mighty
erection.  He had been disappointed, and envious, when Priapus had lead
Aristotelis away, but he found what he now had his fingers wrapped around
was even better.  This was, after all, the ruler of Olympia, the mightiest
of all gods.
	Bobby snuggled down further, and taking the huge, powerful organ in
his hand, his eyes widened as he discovered his fingers were unable to wrap
right around it.  He ran his tongue along the thick organ from the huge,
hairy balls to the man's skin encased knob.  He slowly pulled back the
foreskin, exposing the dark mushroom knob of the mighty god, and he ran his
tongue along the edge and the underside.  He loved cock and knew how to
enjoy it, bringing the god as much pleasure as any catamite had ever done.
He teased the tip of the musky, throbbing organ with the tip of his tongue,
and the first droplet of pre-cum oozed from the opening.  Bobby licked it
up and raised his head, a thin clear streamer connecting his smooth lips to
the tip of the man's cock, which oozed out another droplet at the sight.
Bobby lowered his head and lapped up the next droplet, sampling as far as
he was concerned, the true ambrosia.
	More pre-cum oozed from the tip of the now heavily leaking cock,
and Bobby smeared it over the knob, knowing the true purpose of that sticky
fluid, and wanting very much to feel the massive organ he was holding
inside him.  And so he teased the god's cock, bringing him close to an
orgasm but never reaching that point and coaxing out more and more pre-cum
until his knob was slick with the lubricant.  In the meantime Zeus fondled
the tiny member of his newest love, tugging on the slender, velvety organ,
his massive hands delicately and gently caressing that most special part of
the male's body.  He rolled the engorged knob between his thumb and first
two fingers, and slowly drew back the skin to expose the boy's knob.  As he
quivered with delight, he ran a fingertip around the exposed rim, causing
Bobby to quiver with equal delight as ripples of pleasure shot through his
irritated organ.
	Rolling over on his back, he raised his legs and grasped his ass
cheeks and pulled them apart, offering himself to the Thunder God.  Zeus
willing accepted the offer, and taking several of the large pillows from
the head of the bed, he raised the naked, eager cherub by his ankles and
slipped the pillows under him to raise his backside.  Kneeling down before
the boy, he placed the tip of his naturally slicked knob against the boy's
pucker and leaned forward.  Bobby pushed out and closed his eyes in
anticipation.  Slowly he felt his pucker being stretched open, wider and
wider, wider than it ever had been stretched before, and the
twelve-year-old had had his sphincter stretched by some awesome cocks by
then.  That he had, certainly helped now, along with his eagerness to feel
the bearded god inside him, and he pushed out and grunted as he strained to
accept the pomegranate-sized knob.
	What would have been unbearable pain under other circumstances was
pure delight for the boy as he felt his asshole stretched open wider and
wider, the difference being of course Zeus's doing.  The God of Thunder was
seeking his own pleasure first and foremost, as he always had and always
would, but he was not unaware of the pain and damage his massive organ
could cause a mortal twelve-year-old.  Attracted by the beauty and
unbridled enthusiasm of young boys, he had no desire to cause them harm,
and so he now used his powers to ensure that the memory of this experience
would be the memory of intense pleasure, not pain. That was exactly what
Bobby was feeling as he felt the bulb of the man's massive cock stretch
open his anus and finally slip into his rectum.
	The two inhaled deeply and paused to savour the ripples of pleasure
passing over them, and then the bearded, muscular god slowly sank that
special muscle up the eager boy's rectum.  Bobby trembled with delight and
looked up at the bearded god with pure ecstasy as he felt his rectum being
slowly stuffed, the immortal god's massive cock extending farther than any
cock had ever reached until Bobby was sure he could feel it pressing
against his belly button from inside his body.  He wrapped his smooth,
slender legs about the man's waist and gyrated his hips, causing the god to
sigh with pleasure and delight at the eagerness of the boy.  As he slowly
withdrew his organ, Bobby tightened his sphincter about it, and as he sank
it back up his body Bobby relaxed.  He loved being fucked more than
anything else in the world, and he was being fucked by one of the most
experienced fuckers he'd ever meet.
	As he slowly eased his cock in and out of Bobby's hot, tight
rectum, Zeus smiled down at him, delighting in the expression of pure
ecstasy on the twelve-year-old's face as much as he took delight in the
young boy's asshole throbbing about his massive cock.  Bobby's eyes
sparkled with lust and pleasure, and his cheeks flushed red with sexual
desire as Zeus worked his cock in and out of him.  He worked his hips
slowly and paused frequently, allowing both to enjoy the intense pleasure.
His cock throbbed up the boy's moist hole and the knob burned with growing
intensity as he eased his organ in and out of the hot, dank cavity.  Bobby
squirmed and jerked as the engorged knob stroked his prostate.  His
four-and-three-eighth inch cock seemed minuscule compared to the massive
organ easing in and out of his asshole, but it tingled and ached with just
as great an intensity and with just as much desire as their breathing
became more and more laboured and they approached that magical climax.
	In the bower of the chestnut grove two others were also gasping
with exertion and pleasure in the same act.  Brent, laying on his back with
his arms about his lover and his hands caressing his lovers smooth,
muscular deltoids, was gasping and quivering with an ecstasy like he'd
never felt before.  Hermes, perfect in body and in beauty and as far as
Brent was concerned, in all ways, was slowly easing his nine-inch member in
and out of the sixteen-year-old's hot, tight ass.  Brent loved being fucked
almost as much as his kid brother, and he'd had his share of cocks stuffed
up his ass too, but nothing he'd ever experienced could compare to the
fucking he was receiving at that moment.  It was not just that the muscular
youth plowing his ass was the handsomest man to ever shove his cock up his
body, nor that he was an immortal.  This was Hermes, his chosen deity, his
guide and mentor, the one he most desired to emulate.  This was the once
the fates had chosen.
	Hermes had also had his share of young men, mortal and immortal,
and each of them had been special, as was the beautiful teenage boy he was
presently fucking.  There were fewer and fewer in the world below who still
called upon the gods of Olympus, and even fewer of them did so with the
fervidness and dedication of those of old.  This was one of them.  He had
first sensed the true essence of the boy's soul that night in the dark
forest in America, the night the boy had fasted and meditated on what was
important to him.  He had sensed the special bond between them, the bond
that spanned time and universes.  He had sensed their common desires and
goals despite having been born in different times and living in different
worlds.
	Now he was pleasing the boy as the boy had pleased him so many
times over the past year by his words and actions.  The immortal youth was
among the most skilled in what was now known as the Greek art, and the
lithe, beautiful teenager that worshipped him was now the beneficiary of
that skill.  The herald of the Olympian gods, the son of Zeus, thrust his
cock in to the hilt until his curly hairs were pressing against the
teenager's smooth buttocks, withdrew it until his knob was stretching apart
the boy's sphincter, and then plunged it back in.  He worked quickly and
savagely for a dozen strokes, like a wild animal in run, and then slowly
and deliberately for the next two dozen, knowing the pleasure his stiff
wand was bringing the boy was equal to the pleasure pulsating through the
organ.  He varied the depth of his thrusts, at one time thrusting his hips
rapidly with short quick stabs and withdrawals, and other times sinking and
withdrawing the length of his throbbing organ.  He eased part way out until
his knob was pressing against the boy's prostate and he jack rabbit fucked
the boy, rubbing his knob back and forth against his sphincter.  Then once
again he eased his cock in and out slowly and fully, allowing the boy to
regain his composure.  He could fuck for hours, bringing himself and his
partner to that peak of ecstasy and then bringing them back down, over and
over until neither could stand the wait any longer.  He could, and he was
going to.
	In the nearby meadow, Brett was the beneficiary of Apollo's oral
skills, and laying on his side, he was demonstrating for the most perfect
of the gods his own oral abilities.  Like his brother, Apollo was well
hung, with massive balls and a nine-inch cock, and Brett, like his twin
brother, was well hung too for his age, his cock now an impressive
seven-inches.  And like his kid brother, he was an ardent lover of cock.
He sucked now on the swollen knob of the Greek god and ran his tongue over
it as the handsome, muscular god similarly sucked on his cock and teased
his knob with his tongue.  Brett eased his lips down the massive organ as
far as he could and wrapping his lips tightly about the thick member, he
bobbed his head up and down, inhaling the sweet fragrance of the god's
balls through his nose.  Apollo continued on down the boy's cock also,
taking all seven inches into his mouth.  He sucked on the hot, throbbing
flesh, knowing the pleasure he was bringing the gorgeous, athletic youth,
and he inhaled the fragrance of his young, sweaty balls, an aroma to
challenge the fragrance of ambrosia.  Removing his mouth and exposing the
wet organ to the summer air, he stuck out his tongue and licked the rim,
causing the boy to groan and his cock to twitch as a clear drop of pre-cum
oozed from the slit.
  The handsome immortal youth smiled at the sight and at the pleasure the
blond teenager was bringing him, and Brett, pausing to enjoy the pleasure
also, smiled up at the Greek god who represented youthful beauty and
masculinity.
	Benny and Aristotelis, now on their hands and knees in the oak
forest, were breathing deeply as the two gods of nature and of fertility
grasped their waists and furiously fucked their delightfully tight
backsides.  Pan grasped Aristotelis's cock and wanked it as he thrust his
hips to and fro, working his cock in and out of the backside of the
fourteen-year-old Greek shepherd.  He grunted with the pleasure of the
shepherd boy's tight, moist ass, and Aristotelis grunted with the pleasure
of having his ass fucked and his cock wanked by the satyr.  Beside him his
new friend from America was grunting and gasping with pleasure as he was
being similarly fucked by the god of lust and fertility, the man working
his long, thick member in and out of his hot, tight ass its entire length.
Despite its size, Benny had managed to take the oversized prick up his ass,
in part from past experiences, in part out of his fourteen-year-old lust,
and in a large part due to the skill of man who had to endure, or some may
say enjoy, a perpetual erection and a bull-sized cock.  He too reached
under the boy and wrapping his hand about the boy's impressive organ for
his age, he wanked on it as he plowed the boy's ass.
	While Aristotelis was having his ass fucked by the god of shepherds
in the forest, his sixteen-year-old brother was locked in a passionate
sixty-nine with the fabled shepherd boy of such exquisite beauty that he
was chosen as Zeus's personal cupbearer and as one of his beloved.  At
first hesitant and concerned about the implications of two boys making love
to each other, Demetrios now eagerly sucked on the stiff cock of the
immortal teenage youth as he worked his lips up and down its length, and he
quivered and inhaled deeply with delight as the boy sucked his own cock.
Unlike sex with his brother, this not just the satisfying of a moment of
lust, and unlike the sex he'd had with his new friends from America, this
was not simply giving in to the demands of soaring hormones.  This was sex
with another male as it was meant to be, the celebration of being a male,
the enjoyment of a cock, and the unequalled delight of receiving and giving
pleasure to another of one's own sex.  That was the true nature and purpose
of being a male.
	The two boys inhaled and exhaled deeply as they sucked each other
off, the two of them having approached their orgasms half a dozen times and
having resisted the impulse to continue to the end each time.  Now, as they
approached their seventh climax they both knew that to delay any longer
would not extend the pleasure, but would become a cruel denial of what
they'd been building up to.  So they sucked eagerly on the fleshy tubes in
their mouths as they worked their lips up and down each other's throbbing
cock meat.  They inhaled the fragrance of each other's sweaty balls, now
drawn up tight under their throbbing cocks.  They caressed each other's
butts as they felt the pressure developing once again in their loins and
they worked their lips faster and faster until at last their balls
constricted and they shot their hot teenage cum into each other's mouth.
Their heads spun dizzily as they eagerly swallowed the creamy delight
filling their mouths.  They grasped each other's hips tightly as their
cocks throbbed out their juices, squirt after squirt sending ripples of
that sweet pain of ejaculation through their cockheads.  They quivered with
the delight of their orgasms, but even more, with the delight of having
brought the other pleasure.
	Two others were relishing the same delight, Brett and Apollo now
grasping each other as they throbbed out their hot, creamy loads, the two
squirming and panting as they tightened their lips about the hot, throbbing
cocks in their mouths.  To Apollo the thick creamy load of the
sixteen-year-old boy sucking on his cock and swallowing his cum was even
more delicious than ambrosia, and to Brett, the sweet cum of the immortal
filling his mouth was pure honey.  As Apollo quivered with his ejaculation
and delighted in the ejaculation of his partner, so did Brett.  The two
sighed with an even greater delight, the delight of one youth sharing this
exquisite pleasure with another.  Of all the bonds between men, there was
none greater than satisfying each other sexually.  This was the love
between two males that the ancient philosophers promoted and that survived
against all oppression.
	In the oak woods, Benny and Aristotelis were gasping and groaning
not with love but with pure lust, the two fourteen-year-old's caring
nothing about philosophy or homosexual love and knowing only that getting
their nuts off was totally wicked, and getting them off with two others
doubly so.  That the two filling their rectums with cum were men did not
matter, nor was the fact that one had a wrinkled face and goatee and the
hind parts of a goat and the other was fat-bellied gnome of a man with a
grotesquely large nose.  The fragrance of the forest was replaced with the
musk of four rutting males, with the fragrance of sweat and cum.  As the
two boys knelt there on the forest floor having their rectums flooded with
semen, they shot forth their own seed, shooting it violently from their
throbbing canons across the forest floor to land among the gentians and
pinks.  They trembled with their orgasms and with the orgasms of the two
men rutting behind them and openly cried out their pleasure.
	At the same time in the ornate palace of the mighty Zeus, in his
large fleece-covered bed, a twelve-year-old American boy was trembling with
his orgasm too.  Wave after wave of pure pleasure passed up the boy's
slender four-and-three-eighth inch cock from the itching tip to the base,
causing him to writhe and jerk and clench his eyes with the pure pleasure
of a young boy's orgasm, an orgasm so powerful he did not care if it was
dry.  At the same time his anus throbbed as wave after wave of pleasure
rippled out from his stretched pucker as the mightiest of the gods worked
his massive cock in and out of the squirming, gasping boy.  The boy's
orgasm and the look of pained ecstasy on his face as he jerked and squirmed
on the big bed like a trout at the end of a line brought the bearded god
more pleasure than the most expensive gifts ever presented to him.
	With a groan that echoed through the palace and across Olympus, he
released his seed, shooting it deep up the boy's rectum, and causing the
twelve-year-old to quiver and squirm even more as he felt the hot stream of
cum shoot up his rectum like a bolt of lightening.  Stream after stream of
immortal seed shot out of the hot, throbbing cock stuffing his ass,
penetrating deep up his belly.  Boy and god alike gasped and groaned in
pure ecstasy, and Bobby wrapped his legs about the god's waist tightly as
he threw back his head and sighed with the exquisite pleasure of having his
ass pumped full of hot semen by the mightiest of the Olympians.
	Brent and Hermes were grasping each other in ecstasy also as the
two shot off together, the Messenger God shooting his seed up the teenage
boy's ass as the boy's cock shot out his hot, thick cum, spraying his chest
and that of his lover with streamer after streamer of his teenage love
juice.  He thought his cock would never stop squirting as the hot, pearly
streamers laced the broad olive chest of his lover and laced his own darkly
tanned chest.  Nor did he think his chosen deity's cock throbbing deep up
his rectum would ever stop as the immortal youth shot out his own seed,
planting it deep up his devoted follower's rectum.  The two embraced, and
with their cum laced chests pressed together, their lips met in a long,
passionate kiss, not the kiss between worshipper and god, nor the kiss
between mentor and protege, but the kiss between two youths united in mind
and in thought as well as their physical union.
	It was some time before they emerged from the woods and the palace
and once again met at the pool.  Each of them knew the others had sought
and found pleasure with each other, but not one of them was embarrassed nor
ashamed.  Rather, the six immortal beings moved with a quick step and a
lightness as if rejuvenated by the experience with the morals, and the six
boys beamed with a contentment like they had never felt before.  The boys
also felt a remorse as they got dressed, their clothing having been cleaned
while they'd sought their pleasure.  By what means they did not know, and
they did not ask as they thought of the exquisite ecstasy they'd
experienced, and the sadness of having to leave.
	"The sun is still high in the sky," observed Brett.
	"Here, in our dimension, time is much different than on your
world."
	"What time is it, on our world?" asked Demetrios, suddenly worried.
	"Eight in the evening."
	"Oh maaaannnn!  We're two hours late," observed Benny.
	"We've been . . .  for. . . ?" asked Brent.
	"For four hours," replied Zeus.
	"Fucking awesome," gasped Bobby, his hazel eyes growing wide.
	"We're going to be in supreme shit," observed Aristotelis.  "We
were supposed to be at the parking lot at six."
	"Don't worry," Zeus said as he raised his hand.  "I think your
parents will be so glad to see you they will not mind you being two hours
late."
	Brent looked at Hermes and the god smiled at him as he raised his
finger to his lips.  "We will be seeing each other again," he promised.
	"We all will," prophesied Apollo knowingly.
	There was a brilliant flash of light and the boys found themselves
at the beginning of the trail at the base of the mountain, the sun about to
set in the west.  As they stepped out of the dense forest and into the
parking lot, they were immediately surrounded by their parents.
	"You're all right!" exclaimed Mister Papayodopoulos as he and his
wife embraced their two boys.
	"We've been worried sick," said Brenda as she and Barry hugged each
of their boys and the triplets reached out to them with happy giggles.
	"Sure we're all right," said Brett as he picked up
seventeen-month-old Blaine and gave him a big hug.
	"Look at you, not even a speck of dirt," observed Mrs
Papayodopoulos, examining her two sons.
	"Weren't you caught in that thunderstorm that passed through here?"
asked Barry.
	"Well, yeah, we were," said Brent as Belinda playfully tugged on
his long blond hair.  He glanced at his brothers, hoping one of them had an
explanation that their parents would believe.
	"We were able to find shelter," explained Demetrios.
	"See, I told you my boys would know what to do," his father said
proudly, though for the past two hours since arriving at the village and
learning about the violent afternoon storm he had been just as worried as
Barry and Belinda, especially with the boys being two hours late, which was
not typical of any of them.
	"Well, thank God for that," said Brenda.
	"Thank the gods," said Brent softly to his brothers and Aristotelis
and Demetrios and they nodded as they six boys looked skyward.
	"Fucking right," mouthed Bobby as he looked up at a mountain eagle
drifting slowly above them.  He was too far away to see the glint in the
eagle's eye as he flapped his powerful wings and headed home.  This had
been a most memorable day, even for an immortal.