Boys Will Be Boys - Their First Time (37 page)

The pain caused him to blink, and when he opened his eyes, he found the roaring sound was a cheering crowd, and he was sitting in a bright sun-drenched box overlooking an athletic field.
Off to the left and right stretched thousands of applauding people dressed in the costumes of ancient Spartans.

Next to him sat a distinguished looking, middle-aged gentleman who must be pretty important.

“
Oh, hello there
,
”
the man said to the dazed
Adrian
.

“
Welcome to the games.
My name is Menelaus.
I
’
m the King hereabouts.
At your service, sir. This is my wife
,
Helen.
”

“
Not
the
Helen?
”
Adrian
stammered.

The beautiful young lady seated next to the King gave
Adrian
a wink.
“
Is there more than one?
”
she asked.

Adrian
shrugged.
The girl was very pretty, but he was more impressed with what was going on down on the field. He had never seen so many beautiful boys.
They were all apparently in their late teens.
Even better,
they were all naked, and to top that off, some of them were very well endowed.

“
Smorgasbord
,
”
said
Adrian
to himself.

The King, who had been keeping one eye on
Adrian
and one on the field,
r
emarked,
“
You seem to like our young men.
”

Adrian
,
not sure of the local customs, blushed,
“
Oh, sorry, King
,
but they are damned pretty
.
”

“
Would you like to have one of them?
”
offered the generous Menelaus.

“
Well, golly gee, sure
,
”
replied the delighted
Adrian
.
“
Who wouldn
’
t?
”

“
You look them over, and when the games are over, I
’
ll make the arrangements,
”
replied the King with a smile.

Adrian
was highly pleased with the King
’
s proposition.
He clapped his hands together and grinned from ear to ear.
Then he rested his head on his hands and began to study the boys.
There was one who really excelled in everything.
He was lovely to look at
,
and his sporting prowess was without peer.
He won the discus and javelin throws and most of the running events.
The crowd was also enthusiastic in their praise of the boy.

At last the games were over, and the young man had also won the decathlon.
As Menelaus placed the laurel wreath on the young man
’
s head,
Adrian
made his request,
“
That
’
s the one, King
.
”

“
Xenephon? A wise choice indeed
,
”
smiled the King.

“
He
’
s my son by a former marriage.
You may have him for a year.
At the end of that time
,
he must go away and be married.
He
’
s betrothed to the princess of
Athens
.
”

“
A year will be just ducky, King
,
”
smirked
Adrian
with a wink at Xenephon. Xenephon winked back at
Adrian
.

The royal party moved back into the palace.
The young object of
Adrian
’
s adoration was called away for a few moments
,
and
Adrian
was taken to Xenephon
’
s quarters. On a large dais was the bed.
It was raised on a pedestal and looked roomy and comfortable.

The servant who
’
d escorted him excused himself and left
Adrian
alone.
Adrian
wandered aimlessly about the room, admiring the statuary and various weapons and trophies that must be a part of every well-to-do young Spartan
’
s possessions.

Suddenly
,
Adrian
froze.
He stood before a giant bas relief that decorated one wall. At first glance
,
the carvings looked
as if
the
y
were merely a random pattern like some of the wallpapers back home.
On closer observation, however, the artwork revealed something altogether different and of particular interest to
Adrian
.

“
Well, I
’
ll be jiggered
,
”
he exclaimed to himself.

His eyes widening in recognition
,
t
he design was made up of many athletic young men who were, for the moment, engaged in activities other than athletics.

In fact
,
Adrian
gasped as he identified the original sculpture from which his coveted book of Greek erotica had been taken. Once again,
Adrian
marveled at the imagination shown by the young men in the pictures.

Just then, however, he was distracted by someone behind him clearing his throat.
He turned to see Xenephon standing close to him.
The young man was also looking fondly at the carved wall.

“
That was done last year.
I had a bunch of the boys over, and one of them is quite an accomplished sculptor.
I think the likenesses are remarkable. That
’
s me on top in this one,
”
said Xenephon, pointing to a trio in an astonishing position.
“
And here I am again on the bottom.
”

“
Aaaarumph
...
yes
...
yes
...
I
...
I see,
”
stammered
Adrian
, looking first at Xenephon and then at the carved images.
His handsome eyes were bulging slightly as his vivid imagination pictured himself with Xenephon on the bed across the room.

The young prince could see that his eyes weren
’
t the only thing of
Adrian
that bulged.
He took
Adrian
’
s hand and led him to the bed.
He motioned for the young Greco-American to sit.
Adrian
was, to say the least, excited by the presence of the young beauty and the prospect that Xenephon might show him a thing or two.
He was disappointed when the athlete merely kissed his hand.

“
Dearest Adrian.
You must understand.
You will enjoy all that I
can give you,
but not tonight.
We do thing
s
with great ceremony around here.
I must attend a celebration of my triumph at the games.
You will just have to wait.
”

Adrian
slumped in disappointment as the Prince went on.

“
Tomorrow we will have our ceremony of betrothal, you and I. Everything must be done according to proper protocol.
You will sleep here tonight.
I must sleep elsewhere.
I must bid farewell to my former lover. It is only fitting,
”
he said as he stood up.
“
Until tomorrow, then, goodnight.
”

Adrian
was livid as Xenephon left the room.
He
’
d gotten
himself all worked up over the prospect of having the boy to himself.
Now the handsome turd was going to do it with someone else.

He lay down on the soft bed and tried to sleep.

Across from the bed, in the soft light of the lamp, he could still make out the figures on the wall.
This did nothing to lull him to sleep.
It had been an exhausting day, however, and he finally fell into a fitful slumber.
He dreamed of doing wild things with Xenephon all the long night long.
Finally
,
the exquisite fantasy of the boy
’
s soft lips caressing the taught skin of his cock sent him into a climax, and he awoke from a very wet dream as he sent bolt after bolt of cum over his stomach and chest.

He remembered little of the next day.
All he could see was the face and torso of the Prince of Sparta.

The eyes and lips called to him, but the ceremony went on and on, and the feast that evening only heightened his passion.
Finally, a group of Xenephon
’
s friends escorted them to
t
he young man
’
s chamber and locked them in with gales of laughter and their best wishes.

At last the young Prince stood before
Adrian
.
Each wore a short skirt with a wide belt.
They were bare
-
chested and their beauty shown in the soft light.

Xenephon took
Adrian
in his arms
,
and the young Greco-American nearly swooned as the soft, warm, fragrant lips descended upon his.
Adrian
was already so aroused that the kiss set him aflame.
He felt Xenephon unfasten his belt and suddenly he saw they were both naked. Xenephon led him once more toward the bed.
They lay down
,
and
Adrian
looked down to the area of their loins.
He had only seen the athlete
’
s penis in repose as it swung between his legs during the games.
It had been long and slim.
Now it was incredibly hard, long and graceful.
“
A tool for love
,
”
he thought to himself.

What followed was beyond belief, for though the boy was only
eighteen
, he had been well schooled and was a genius at the art of erotica.
His touch was, at first, light and gentle as he caressed and stoked
Adrian
from head to toe.
His kisses were ambrosia
,
and his body was so beautiful,
Adrian
’
s heart almost burst with love.

That night, Xenephon drove
Adrian
to near insanity with his subtle and irresistible caresses.
He stretched
Adrian
on a rack of exquisite pain, and as the hours went spinning by, the young man fanned the fires of
Adrian
’
s ardor then let the embers die down and glow a dull, dark red before he worked them again to white heat.

At length,
Adrian
screamed to be released, and the young beauty prepared for the final thrust of his mighty javelin.
He la
id
Adrian
on his back. Then taking a jar of oil from the side table, he smoothed it over his glorious cock and working his wondrous fingers into
Adrian
’
s rectum, he anointed all with the magic potion.

He pushed
Adrian
’
s knees up against his chest and slowly worked his marvelous manhood into
Adrian
’
s ass.

Whether it was the oil or the tantalizing movements of the mammoth phallus,
Adrian
could feel every vein and pore of the giant tool.
As it touched and then slid over his palpitating prostate,
Adrian
groaned and thrust his shapely ass down full on the lovely pole.