Date: Sun, 8 Mar 2015 14:31:28 +0000 (UTC)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Third Empire 2

This story takes place almost two hundred years into the future.  Things
are quite different.  Homosexual sex is a norm.  So if you are under age or
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                                     THE THIRD EMPIRE

                                      by Macout Mann



                                           II


The plates have all been cleared.  The giggling serving girls are being
taken back to school.

"The minister and the governor's son were sure having fun with each other's
dicks," one girl says.

"I'd love to play with any of those boys," a second girl responds.  "They
were all hot as hell."

"You'll be lucky if you can marry some workman's son who'll get you
pregnant," another says.  "Right now all you've got is the rest of us'
pussies."

"Doomed to be born female," the second girl moans.  "I sometimes wish I'd
got chosen for whore school."



Meanwhile, back at the mansion, the party is getting intense.  The minister
removes the net top Flavius has been wearing, totally exposing his
beautiful torso.  His body above his navel has been shaved and oiled.  His
nipples are rigid, his six pack enticing the dark treasure trail leading to
ample pubes and a luscious tool.  The minister has already stripped off the
boy's cutoff.

"Take off my toga, Flavius," Titus commands.

What is now called a "toga" is like a garment which became popular in the
mid Twentieth Century, the T Shirt.  Imminently practical it is now cut
long enough that it reaches the knees or the ankles in formal situations.
It can be worn alone or with a cutoff underneath.  The minister is wearing
only his toga, which is adorned with his rank.  He and the others also wear
sandals.  Flavius removes the toga and both he and Titus recline on the
couch to enjoy each other's bodies.  The minister has kept himself in
remarkably good shape.  The empire expects that of all upper class citizens
of whatever age.  "We all worship a beautiful body," one emperor had said.

All around the table the diners have become active.  General Saunders
chooses not to take off his toga.  He is much older after all, and his dick
doesn't get as hard as it used to.  Sabinus, however, is now topless.  The
"top" is like a toga, except that it is cut short, usually leaving a bare
midriff.

The general wastes no time before stripping Sabinus' cutoff off.  Sabinus
lays back, aware of what the general wants to do.  He likes them young,
hung, and passive.

The seventeen year old has a massive tool, eight inches long and almost
seven around.  The older man drools as he prepares to take it into his
mouth.  First he palms the boy's pecs and nibbles his tits.  He kisses his
way down Sabinus' bod, tonguing his navel, and finally sliding his lips
onto Sabinus' rigid pole.  He savors the taste of adolescent manhood,
swishing his tongue around the object of his desire.  Then he begins to
methodically raise and lower his head, his lips gripping the boy's
circumcised knob on the upstroke, the boy's pubes tickling his nose on the
downstroke.  The general is in heaven.  There is absolutely nothing he'd
rather do than suck dick.

To their right, Bishop Mason has removed his red toga and red skullcap and
watches Sextus strip off his top and cutoff.  Sextus is six feet tall,
unusual for a Hispanic, and slender but well proportioned.  His rod isn't
the size of Sabinus', but it's nothing to be ashamed of.  The bishop is
well pleased.

"What do you like most?" the bishop asks.

"I like it all," Sextus replies.

The bishop takes the boy's tool in hand, and Sextus reciprocates.  The
bishop loves foreplay, and soon the two of them are matching each other
touch for touch, kiss for kiss.

"Suck me," the bishop orders.  Sextus obeys.

Nearby the general is responding Sabinus' moans by increasing the tempo of
his ministration of the boy's prong.  Knowing the dinner was going to
occur, all the boys have avoided cumming all day.  So Sabinus gives the
general an ample dose of his nectar.  It is a taste the general savors
above all others.

Sabinus reaches under the general's toga and begins to massage the older
man's weapon.  But the excitement of his just finished sexual encounter
together with the several glasses of wine that the general has consumed
have made him unable to continue.  Sabinus soon sees that the general is
asleep.

As he thrills to Sextus' expert oral stimulation, Bishop Mason notices
Sabinus' plight.  He motions him over.  "Child of god," he whispers, "you
don't have to be left out.  His dick's hard too."

Sabinus immediately reaches for Sextus' tool and in short order has it down
his throat.  The bishop notes with satisfaction that Sabinus monster has
recovered its rigor.  "Yes," the bishop moans, "Get him off, then I want
that thing in my ass."

Across the table Flavius' father already has his dick up John's ass.
Quintus is not quite as large as Sabinus, but he has never been known not
to satisfy.  "Oh yes, Governor," John moans, "fuck me.  Fuck me harder.
And please.  Please take me to bed with you tonight!"

Sextus is unable to hold back.  He deposits a load in Sabinus mouth while
still worshiping the bishop's baton.  The bishop interrupts Sextus'
ministrations.

"Lie on your back," he tells Sextus.  "Let me fuck your face, while this
one fucks my ass.  You both will be blessed.  And Sextus, you did say you
liked it all"

Soon the bishop is in a sandwich of his own making.  Both boys are
ecstatic, although both know that their being blessed is a crock.  All
they're interested in is what happens in their loins.  Sextus can't
understand how the bishop can hold out for so long.  He forgets that altar
boys and postulants serve the same function that they did in the old
church.

Perhaps the most satisfactory coupling is between Marcus, the Commissioner
of Education, and Claudius.  Marcus is the youngest of the adults present
and was a champion swimmer back in basic school.  He has kept his stature
supremely gorgeous through exercise. Originally a cowpoke from Wyoming,
Marcus is virile as hell.  Claudius is an Aussie.  He's been taught what
history has forgotten.  The prisoners sent to that barren continent, those
who founded what in 2190 was the second largest English speaking entity in
the empire, were all male.  They weren't ashamed to get together.  Claudius
basks in Aussieness.  Like Marcus he delights in maintaining a bronze tone
to his bod.  He loves his time at the beach.  He relishes a beautiful body.
The two of them are a perfect match.

"I haven't seen you before," Marcus begins.

"That's not good, now is it?" Claudius answers.  "You got a big wanker?"

"Strip off my toga and see for yourself," Marcus answers.

Marcus' naked body is worthy of the greatest of the ancient statues.
"Hey!" Claudius exclaims.

All the boys had worn tops made of netting.  There wasn't much of Claudius'
torso that Marcus couldn't see, so he quickly strips off Claudius' cutoff.
Easy to do.  It is held in place by only two snaps.

"I could get to love that package," Marcus grins.

"I already love yours, the intern responds.

It was lust at first sight.  They fall into each other's arms.  They lick
every inch of each other's bodies.  They taste each other's dicks.  Marcus
is the first to fuck.  He plunges his hot member into Claudius' ass and
Claudius yells "More!"

After taking Marcus cream, Claudius is invited into the Commissioner's
bottom and pumps for all he is worth.

"I-just-love-your-ass," Claudius chants as he rhythmically slams Marcus
rump.

"And-I-love-your-hot-dick." Marcus responds in tempo, as Claudius' pole
rams the Commissioner's hole.

Years later, when Marcus Stanbridge becomes the Empire's First Minister of
Education, he chooses Claudius to be his assistant.  By then they will both
be "happily married" to prominent women but will still be best of fuck
buddies.

The minister is accustomed to having his way with whomever.  That's one of
the prerogatives of high rank.  He ravishes Flavius' ass as John and
Quintus and some of the others watch.  Flavius seems to provide all the
satisfaction Titus needs.  He pounds.  Flavius responds, "Oh yes."  He
reaches for Flavius pecs.  Flavius yells "Squeeze those fuckers!"  He grabs
the kid's hard-on.  Flavius whimpers, "Yes, jack me off," and then squirts
ropes of cum onto Titus' chest.

A butler enters to tell the governor that it is now twelve o'clock.
"Gentlemen," the Governor rises to say, "It is now midnight.  Tomorrow
there is work to be done.  Let us wish each other a good night."

The distinguished guests don their togas.  The general's aide de camp
arrives to help him to his waiting chariot.  "Sorry, sir," he tells
Quintus.  "The general doesn't have the stamina he once did."

"I certainly understand," the governor replies.

Bishop Mason and Commissioner Stanbridge depart happily contented.
Sabinus, Sextus, and Claudius return to quarters to get into whatever they
are going to do.  Flavius is led away by Titus Bush to be further probed.
John gets his wish.  He goes to bed with the governor.