Date: Tue, 5 Aug 2014 00:18:45 -0300
From: Ghost Writer <niftyghostwriter@gmail.com>
Subject: Chronicles of Dionyus

This story is fantasy, based on the myths of ancient Greece.

This is one chapter of a novel I may want to write, chronicling the
adventures in sex of the young god Dionysus.

I'd love to hear feedback... if you think this has potential, please let me
know. Not sure if I'll post other chapters on here, but would think about
sharing with a select few for feedback.

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Eros


It was the day after the celebration, and Olympus had returned to normal.
The gods and goddesses went about their day going about their various
business and affaires, meeting up over a cup of Ambrosia and talking about
Earthly and divine events.


Dionysus had partied all night. He had wanted to stay up and watch the
sunrise from Olympus. The sun blazed gloriously, from here. It was pure,
fierce and shone brilliantly. It warmed his face, even though the coolest
of nights were warm and delightful, here.


Most of the others had gone and went to bed hours ago. A few of the younger
gods and goddesses had stayed to finish the last of the wine Dionysus had
produced. Dio had made some good friends already, and he thought he was
going to fit in well here.


"Getting tired?"


It was Eros, the god of love, and the last one left, it seemed.


"Eros! No, not tired. I'm still taking this all in. Just being here feels
invigorating. I don't know how any of you ever go to sleep, to be honest. I
feel just... electric."


"Yeah... I guess I don't see it quite the same as you, having lived here for
over seventeen hundred years or so... but I guess it is pretty awesome." And
he flashed him a smile that would just melt your heart.


That was the thing about Eros: he could seduce you with a look, a smile or
a wink. Eros was the son of Aphrodite, the most beautiful goddesses of them
all, and of Ares, god of war, with all his masculinity and power. He had
strong, piercing blue eyes, like his mother, but hair as red as the flames
of passion.


His smooth face concealed his age and made him appear to be around 17 years
of age: one year for every century he had been alive.


His body was smooth with just a hint of definition. He wore a loose
fitting, white toga, over one shoulder and, on the bottom, cut short on one
side, revealing a good, strong thigh.


Yes, Dionysus was definitely attracted to the boy.


"Well, tired or not, you probably want to see your home."


The thought hadn't even occurred to Dio that he'd already have a home here.


"There's a home for me? Already?"


Eros smiled and raised his arm, guiding the way. Dionysus got up and the
two began their walk, as Eros explained.


"Legend says that when Zeus created Olympus, it was created with a home
for every god and goddess, present and future, that would live here. There
is a Palace, just down from that of your father's, that until yesterday was
as plain as anything. But the second you set foot on Olympus, vines began
to grow... curtains appeared and the torches burned, signifying that your
home was ready and waiting."


Dionysus grinned. "I should like to see how Olympus has decided I would
like my home to look!"


Shortly, they had arrived. The villa stood three stories tall. Vines grew
all around and almost all the way to the top, with grapes, both red and
white, abounding. The columns were also engraved with vines, such as his
temple on the island of Naxos.


As they walked inside, the beauty continued. Vases of flowers everywhere,
that would never die, Eros explained, and that would change species
according to his mood.


Various rooms were adorned with gifts, statues of himself and with endless
pitchers of wine. Lush, comfortable seats adorned with pillows were in
every space, with flowing drapes framing every window and every wall.


After a few minutes of exploring, the two opened the last doors, which
opened onto the last room, the entire third floor of the villa: Dionysus'
bedroom. The room's ceiling was held up only by columns and was open to the
outside, offering great views of Olympus and of the wrap-around terrace
that surrounded them on three sides. And in the center of the room, a
large, a large, round bed was low to the ground and covered in satin sheets
and pillows. The bed was surrounded by drapery, hanging from the majestic
ceiling, on which a nude portrait of Dionysus was painted,


That's where both boy's eyes eventually ended up.


"Nice portrait," said Eros, slyly.


"Why thank you."


"It certainly makes you look.. impressive."


He was referring, of course, to Dionysus' cock which, in the painting, was
flaccid, and still a nice good size.


"Seems right to me." Dionysus said.


Eros walked right up to the bed, turned, and faced Dionysus. "How about
proving it?"


Dio smiled, and walked up to Eros. As he did, Eros reached for a jewel on
his hip and undid its clip, causing his tunic to instantly fall off his
naked body and to the floor. He stood there, his half hard cock a sight to
behold, staring Dio right in the eyes.


Dionysus finally came face to face and mere inches from the eager young
Eros, and undid his own tunic. There he stood, naked and tall, his nine
inch uncut cock pointing straight up.


"I could sure use a nice, hot pair of lips to make me feel good, young
Eros."


And with that, Eros sank down to his knees. He took Dionysus' cock in his
right hand and began stroking it, ever so slowly, while staring up at his
new lover with the wickedest of grins.


"I love new meat," he said.


And he leaned forward and kissed the head of Dionysus' dick. Dio gasped in
response... this was incredible! He hadn't realized this was his first
encounter with another god... or hadn't realized it would be any different
from his other encounters! But it was!


As they got closer and more intimate, an empathic bond was formed between
them, and each felt the sensations of the other. Not only did he feel this
warm, perfect mouth on his dick.. but he could taste it as well. His cock
got harder than it had ever been in his life.


And then, so did Eros'. The heat of the one affected the other, and Eros
became wild with passion. Expert that he was, he dove down onto Dio's cock,
taking every inch down his throat and swallowing the dick whole.


He rested there for a moment, nose buried in Dionysus' hot, trimmed bush,
and let Dionysus enjoy these sensations from every point of view.


Eros got to work, working his mouth up and down his new lover's shaft,
worshipping every inch of that dark meat, while cupping and massaging his
balls in one hand, and stroking his dick with the other, to match the
sensations of his own blowjob, echoing through his cock.


Dionysus guided his friend to standing and found his way to his lips,
embracing the god of love and feeling the passion that was growing between
them. Moving, he guided Eros to the bed, where they collapsed, Dionysus on
top, where they let their tongues wrestle for a good, long time, as their
hands explored each other's bodies, and felt the touch all over themselves
as well.


Dionysus finally moved up, on all fours, sliding his dick back into young
Eros' mouth. Eros moaned loudly as Dionysus fucked his face, fucked his
throat. It was already such a turn on to see how much the young god was
getting off.. but to actually feel it, feel the lust, feel that insatiable
desire for cock... pushed him to another level.


*-Fuck me.-*


Wait, where did that come from? Those words formed, in his head, but in
Eros' voice! Did... did he do that? Was he in his head? He stared down at the
boy, confused. Eros smiled.


*-This is how we communicate more intimately. Telepathy. It works over
great distances, so long as the person is open to it. We refer to it as
"calling out".-*


Dionysus smiled. -*Like this?* - , he thought.


*Yes. You've got it. Now, fuck me. Please, I've waited all night... please,
enter me. I'm yours. -*


And Eros turned himself underneath his lover, so that he was lying on his
stomach, his perfect, round ass waiting to be mounted. He turned and looked
up into Dio's eyes. "Don't worry about lubrication. I'm ready. Just enter
me, please."


And with those words, Dionysus touched his burning hot cock to Eros' hole
and entered him, sliding all the way in.


Both of them moaned out in ecstasy at the various sensations of pain and
pleasure. Dionysus wondered momentarily if he had gone too far, too quickly
on the poor boy, but his worries were quelled when the young man began
rocking his ass back and fucking himself on Dio's spear.


He began pumping wildly, knowing that what he could give, this not-so
innocent boy could take.  With control and dedication, he tried to give
this boy the fucking of a lifetime. And by the thoughts, moans and
sensations he could feel, he was succeeding.


At this rate, Dionysus knew that he would not last that much longer. He
could feel his cum churning inside him, but couldn't tell anymore if these
feelings were his own, or his lover's.


Both young men were getting closer to blowing over. Eros was on all fours
now, slamming his ass back onto Dionysus' cock with every thrust. They were
in rhythm, making hot, passionate, sweaty love in a way our hero had never
experienced.


As he fucked deeper and harder, he felt his cum rising within him.


*-Oh gods, I'm going to cum...-*


*-Yes, Dionysus, fill me, give me all you've got... -*


And he exploded, shooting load after load of  hot cum inside the young
man's ass, filling him to the point where his cum poured out of the hole,
around Dionysus' cock and down Eros' thighs.


Eros, overcome with passion, shot as well. His dick was so hard, that half
his cum hit him right on the chest, while the rest shot all over the satin
sheets.


Both of them came and came and came, for what seemed like an hour, but was
more likely a few minutes.


Finally, exhausted, Dionysus pulled out, and collapsed on top of this young
stud, before rolling over. The young men lied next to each other and
regained their breath. They turned to face each other and exchanged a
passionate kiss.


That's when Eros got up, and grabbed his tunic.


"Welcome to Olympus, friend!"


Dionysus was slightly taken aback by the young god leaving.


"You won' t lie with me awhile?"


Eros flashed him that naughty smile that just made Dionysus want more.


"I've got things to do, places to be. What, you think you're the only hot
stud around these parts?"


Naked, holding his tunic in his hand, Eros vanished in a flash of white
light. And Dionysus, still hard, just lied there and fell asleep,
exhausted, with a smile on his face.


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