Endangered Species Chapter 6

 

I sniggered as Rob called me his boy. I liked that idea, that I was now somehow his to do with as he wanted, and my cock got a little stiffer as I ran the words 'my' and 'boy' through my mind a few more times.

Grinning I got up and walked up the stairs, Rob following behind me. I knew he would be looking at my bum, still red from the spanking, and that knowledge excited me and my cock bobbed excitedly out at a right angle. It was strange walking naked, especially with a stiffy, but I liked the way my cock bobbing and bouncing make me feel and I dived on to the sofa with a grin to make it bounce some more.

 

 

The look on Dylan's face, the way his expression changed from 'oh no' to 'I want some of that' when I mentioned porn was priceless. He was off my lap and heading up the stairs like a sprinter at a starter's gun.

 

Of course, that gave me a view of his arse, the first real view of it I'd had, and I have to admit, it was not a disappointing view. Not a 'bubble butt', whatever one of those is, just a fairly skinny thirteen year old boy's bum, two neat handfuls to squeeze, two handfuls that were still an enticing shade of red from his spanking. There's something about spanked boy bum that makes my mouth water, and Dylan's red globes had me swallowing saliva.

 

He took one look at the sofa, a big, 'sleep on me if you want' sofa, and hurled himself across the room and onto it. He didn't so much bounce as disappear for a second - the cushions were deep memory foam, not springs. His bum was lost to sight, but his hard young cock stuck up like a mini periscope.

 

I intended to make the most of having Dylan for a naughty weekend, educate him as much as I could. While he was still coming to terms with the memory foam I raided the drinks cabinet and poured a coke for him, a coke spiced with a little vodka. Not much, I didn't want to get him drunk or make him sick, but I did want to give him the chance to feel 'grown up'.

 

With his drink he was going to have the opportunity to share a joint with me as well. Drinking and weed, two things adolescent boys will inevitably do and get into trouble for doing. He was going to do them in safety.

 

"Don't know how much porn you've watched," I said as though watching porn was an everyday  thing for boys his age, "But this stuff's not got any girls in it. Just men and boys."

 

I slipped in the first memory stick - it had about five hours of very good porn on it, and joined him on the sofa.

 

 

Mum would have been well annoyed if I had jumped on our sofa at home like that but Rob didn't seem to care, and I got comfy as he fetched some drinks.  The sofa was deep and comfy and I stretched out my legs, my cock still stiff, I was excited at the idea of watching a dirty movie with Rob and him touching and feeling me as we did so.  I was 'his boy' and he was going to show me a porno, and those ideas made me grin in anticipation.

 

I had expected Rob to put on a DVD but he fetched a memory stick instead, and I wondered if the stuff he was showing me was secret - especially after he mentioned men and boys.  I had expected it to be a porno with men Rob's age, and I gave him a surprised look when he mentioned 'boys' were going to appear.

 

"What boys my age?" I took a sip of the coke and noticed it had a faint taste of something I couldn't identify.

 

Dylan wrinkled his nose as he sipped what he thought was ordinary coke, "Taste okay?" I asked.

 

"Yeah but a bit strange. Is it normal coke?"

 

"Perfectly normal coke, but with a smidgen of vodka in it."

 

I giggled, a smile on my face. "Cool."

 

"And this," I said calmly as I opened up my weed tin, "Will be a joint when I've rolled it."

 

I looked curiously at the pungent green substance. "What drugs?" I was surprised, some of my mates said they had smoked weed but I thought they were full of shit.

 

"Yes, weed is a drug, but it's not a harmful one. The idea is, since I've laid claim to you as my boy, that you get some idea of the things you might get into at a party or something. You're going to smoke weed and drink booze anyway cos you're a teenage boy, but you can get an idea of the effects here, with me, and be safe,"

 

I giggled. "Laid claim to me?"

 

"That's right. You may not want to be claimed, but who's asking you?" I grinned at him.

 

I giggled again, liking the joke. "Guess I've got no choice," I grinned to show I was happy with the idea and snuggled into Rob.

 

"No choice at all," I smiled, "And no protests, understood?"

 

"Yeah ok," I watched grinning as Rob rolled the joint, fascinated by what he was doing. I had never seen illegal drugs before and was curious about them.

 

"Let me get on with this and you feast your eyes on the telly. It's not a film, just a collection of boy and man porn, men and boys doing just about everything to each other that men and boys can do. Should give you some idea of what you may be getting yourself into by sitting naked on my sofa."

 

I giggled, but shuffled about nervously. I was surprised it was going to feature boys my age but wanted to see what sort of stuff they got up to.

 

"First one's pretty normal, just snogging and sucking, but they warm up a bit after that." I pushed the 'Play' button and concentrated on joint creation while Dylan's education began.

 

I watched the TV as the images started flashing up. As soon as the first one came on I gave a little gasp. It was a boy, maybe my age or a bit older, sitting in the lap of a guy older than Rob. They were tongue kissing, the man's hands round the boy's body.

 

"Don't go getting any ideas, mind," I smiled across at him.

"Shit," was all I could say as the images kept flashing up. More boys were shown, some stripped to the waist, others naked. All were being snogged by older men or snogging each other as older men watched. "Do these boys know their pics are being shown?" I asked surprised.

"Course they do," I grinned, "They've been paid to perform." The collection of 'warm up' stills came to an end and the movies started. The first was a boy about Dylan's age with a man around my age. It featured snogging and sucking, the boy doing a good job of worshiping the man's cock, before moving on to the boy being thoroughly rimmed.

My eyes went wide when the video started and I dropped a hand to my cock. At first the boy just snogged the man but then he dropped down and started sucking him! His mouth didn't look big enough for the big hairy cock but he seemed to love it, he was wanking himself as he did it. Then the man pulled his cock out of the boy's mouth, flipped him over and started licking out his bum hole! "What the fuck?" My mouth hung open as the video went into close up of what must have been the boy's bum hole, the man's tongue forcing its way inside as the boy moaned and cried out in pleasure.

I took a glance at Dylan's face - his eyes were cartoon, out on stalks and virtually touching the screen. "Seems to be enjoying it, doesn't he," I said casually as I finished rolling the joint.

"Yeah," my voice came out as whisper - I was transfixed by the screen. The boy was moaning and crying in pleasure, the camera sometimes cutting to his face. His eyes were screwed shut and he was obviously wanking himself.

I lit the joint while the movie played on and took a hit before passing it to Dylan. "You'll probably cough and splutter like crazy at first so don't take too big a drag, okay?"

I nodded and sucked on the strange looking cigarette. I wasn't like normal smoke and I did cough and splutter like crazy. The weed made me a bit lightheaded, and I took another smaller puff and managed not to cough as much before giving it back to Rob.

"Good boy," I smiled at him, "Good 'my boy'." Now I'd finished creating the joint my hands were free, so I filled one of them with thirteen year old cock and balls, the thirteen year old who owned them didn't seem to object.

I moaned in pleasure as Rob took hold of my cock. I was feeling a bit lightheaded and very horny, and I wasn't sure if it was the weed, the booze, the video or all three. "Yeah I'm your boy," I mumbled.

"One thing I forgot to tell you," I said casually as his lovely cock twitched in my hand, "Weed tends to make you horny."

I giggled, thrusting my crotch up a bit into Rob's hand as if I was humping it.

"See what I mean," I grinned and played with his balls for a bit. Boys like having their balls played with and he did have very playable with balls.

I moaned happily as Rob stroked and fondled my balls. It felt so good and I screwed my eyes shut savouring the feeling. When I re-opened them the video had changed, a boy my age in an old fashioned school uniform was being told off by a man dressed as a teacher. I looked at Rob curiously, the telling off was obviously fake, and I wondered what was going on.

I put the joint against Dylan's lips so he could have another drag, "You'll like this one," I told him, "Naughty boy gets spanked by teacher, spanked rather more that I spanked you. Teacher uses a cane. Boy tells teacher he can fuck him if he stops the punishment."

 

I took another puff of the joint, my eyes glued to the screen. The boy was over the teacher's knee now and the man was spanking his shorts clad bum. He was smacking the boy hard, he was yelping with each spank, and the close up of his face showed his eyes tearing up. "Oh no, boy," the teacher pulled him back when he tried to get away, "Your naughty bum is getting a good thrashing." His shorts were yanked down and the man carried on spanking his now bare bum which was bright red. "Shit," was all I could say, my cock rock hard in Rob's hand.

"Like that one do you? Find it horny?"

"Yeah, will you spank me like that?" I had no idea why I wanted that. I just knew I wanted Rob to put me over his knee and spank me hard with his big hand until I cried like the boy.

"Spank you till you really cry?"

"Yeah," the boy was bent over the teacher's desk now, the man bending a long thin cane and swishing it through the air.

"Wanted to when I spanked you in the game," I confessed, "Really had to get a grip of myself and remember we were playing a game."

I gasped, the man had smacked the boy's upturned bum with the cane. The boy howled and the camera zoomed in on a bright red line across his bum.

"How about like that?" I asked him, "With a cane?"

I was mesmerised by the screen. It looked so painful but part of me really wanted to try it. "Yeah, would you?"

"Hurts," I told him, "I mean really hurts. That boy's screams are not faked."

I gasped as the boy was caned again. He was really sobbing now, though his cock was hard. "Have you done that to a boy?"

"Yes, I have, to boys who wanted it. Surprising how many boys find pain really horny. When the next one comes on you'll see what a cane can do for a boy."

 

I kept watching, my eyes glued to the screen. I took another swig of my coke and snuggled into Rob feeling lightheaded.

His body against me felt wonderful, but the weed was getting at me as well, making me feel horny too. My cock longed for his hand but I couldn't tell him that, that was something he had to decide he wanted to do for himself. The schoolboy vid ended and another caning one began, This featured a boy of about fifteen standing on tip toe because his hands were tied to a beam above him being caned hard on his thighs. He was soft before the cane landed at first, but soon went hard and after about thirty swishes his spunk shot from him.

My cock twitched at the sight of the attractive fifteen year old strung up by his wrists. I loved the way he was tied up and the sound of the cane striking his legs. "Do that to me yeah?" I couldn't take my eyes off the screen as I spoke.

"You really are a special boy," I whispered to him, "Special and beautiful and wonderfully, disgustingly filthy minded. Just the sort of boy I like. Especially when he comes complete with lovely legs." I gave his legs a good fondling to show I meant what I said.

I giggled, moaning in pleasure a little as the hands ran up and down my legs. On the screen the boy was being caned again, the camera showing the red lines criss-crossing his thighs.

"Keep watching," I said unnecessarily because no way was Dylan going to take his eyes off the screen, "He's gonna spunk any moment now."

I gasped as the boy's cock spurted again. "Harder! Harder!" He was yelling at the men who looked more than happy to oblige. "He love it," I mumbled.

 

"Sex is meant to be enjoyed, beautiful boy, some like it that way, others want it only soft and gentle. The next few are all fuck vids, see what you think of those."

I gasped as the next one appeared. This didn't mess around with a plot like the others. A boy my age was on all fours on a big bed, the camera moving round his body and zooming in on his face, cock and bum.

"Don't go thinking that being fucked is as easy as these boys make it look, it's not the first time for any of them, their arses are well used to having cocks inside them."

I gasped a man had appeared in shot. His cock was huge and hairy and the bed sagged as he climbed behind the boy. The man ruffled his hair then slapped him hard on his left bum cheek before lining his cock up with the boy's bum hole. The camera zoomed in, focusing on the boy's hole and I gasped again as the man pushed his cock in.

"See," I said, "That just slipped in, but that boy's hole had been used loads and he'd been lubed and opened up before the scene was shot. He'd have been screaming in agony if he hadn't been prepared."

The man was thrusting in and out now, holding onto the boy by his hips. I gasped and my hand went to my cock wanting to wank.

I saw where Dylan's hand was going and beat him to it, "Mine, remember," I grinned at him and gave him a few up and downs. Not too many, I didn't want him spunking yet.

I moaned and then gave little growl as Rob stopped short of making me spurt. I wanted to cum but was too fascinated by what was happening on the tv.

A couple more man fucks boy vids and a few older boy fucks younger boy ones, the last vid in this particular movie selection was of a boy of Dylan's age doing the fucking, mounting and going for it like crazy up the arse of a middle aged man.

I was lost in a haze or weed, booze and horniness by the time the last video came on. I was horny as hell and feeling lightheaded, desperate for both relief and the desire to see more dirty movies. "Wanna cum," I moaned, as the boy started fucking the older man. "Please sank me," I slurred my words a bit, wanting Rob to wank my cock to climax.

"No chance," I said when he asked me to wank him, "But I will give you one hell of a sucking if you fancy."

"Please yeah, need to spunk," my eyes screwed close as the sound of fucking from the TV filled my ears. I was lost in a horny haze, desperate to shoot.

Obviously the long horny extraction of his spunk by my mouth was not going to happen now! No problem, boys of thirteen reload almost instantly, so I'd be able to give him his much needed relief now and do a proper job on him later. I went down, took his slender, rock solid cock in my mouth and worked on him hands free, just his cock in my mouth, no touching of any other part of his body. I'd hardly started to enjoy myself before his spunk spurted, delicious honey of boy, nectar of the gods.

As soon as Rob's hot wet mouth engulfed my cock I felt my balls twitching. Seconds later I was moaning, then letting out a little cry as my cock spurted again and again. It was one of the best spurts I had ever had and I lay there panting for a few minutes, my eyes closed. I opened them as Rob was letting my cock out of his mouth, the video on the TV had finished and I grinned at him. "That was so fucking cool," I had loved watching the dirty videos, my mind now filled with images of boys fucking and being fucked.

"Glad you enjoyed it," I smiled and stroked his hair, "Sex education doesn't have to be boring." His body certainly wasn't boring, and the weed and porn had brought out the hidden Dylan, and it was a Dylan I liked even more than the everyday one. Whatever had happened to the nervous boy who had warned me not to touch him and threatened me with a 999 call? Could it possibly be the same boy who was now naked in my arms recovering from spunking in my mouth? The boy who had smoked a joint and asked me to cane him? Boys are complicated creatures!

I giggled, still horny and buzzing from the weed and booze. "What do you wanna do now?" I snuggled into Rob, my cock still a little stiff. I wanted to touch it but I was 'his boy' now and he had decided only he could play with it for the time being.

"Two possibilities occur to me," I said thoughtfully. "As it's getting on for five now you just may want to refuel. I've got a Bolognaise in the slow cooker, so I could throw that on some pasta and we could eat it watching an ordinary film, I say 'ordinary cos there's no sex in the one I have in mind, but the boy hero is delicious. We could chat through some of the things you've learned about while we eat and watch. Or we could just carry on having sex. Personally I'd opt for food first and follow that with sex, sex, sex."

I giggled, "Yeah ok," I was always hungry and would happily eat whenever food was offered. Wriggling up close to Rob I gave him a shy grin, "Can you tie up my hands behind my back until the food is ready? I will wank if you don't."

"No way I can allow you to wank," I said sternly, "Caused enough problems last time you went for your cock, and, apart from that, it'd be a waste of spunk I could eat." I gave him a quick kiss to show him that I was only serious about the second part. "Out to the kitchen with you; I think I can manage something you might like."

I giggled and pulled myself off the sofa and walked into the kitchen with Rob following me. It had been very comfy and I didn't really want to leave it, but the thought of playing another tie up game had me excited.

Although it was a modern extension to the old cottage, it had been done to replicate the cottage and, like the lounge, had exposed beams. In one of them a large hook had been screwed, designed to hang hams and suchlike from. A handful of bondage rope round his wrists and Dylan was hanging there instead of a ham. He looked much better than even the choicest of hams. I thought so, anyway. I didn't actually suspend him, that would have been a bit much, I left him with his feet on the floor. He was perfectly placed though for random swipes to his bum and thighs with another spatula.

I let Rob tie my hands without a struggle this time, grinning as he looped and tightened the rope about my wrists. Another longer length was then attached to my wrists and I gasped as Rob threaded the loose end through a hook near the ceiling and started to pull on it. I gave a little struggle, more for the enjoyment of it than to actually try and escape, but Rob grinned and continued pulling until I was standing on tip toes, my body stretched out as Rob set to cooking dinner.

I put the pasta on to cook and turned to have a good look at the naked beauty hanging from my kitchen ceiling. Although he'd been naked for me for more than three hours now, I hadn't really had a good look at him, all of him. I'd cuddled him and kissed him, felt and fondled him and eaten his spunk, but I hadn't had a good, close look at him. Stretched out as he now was he was perfect for close inspection.

 

I was familiar with his cock now, but I still bent down for a close look. Where from cuddling distance, he had looked smooth there were actually about a dozen fine, very fair hairs starting to grow at the base of his cock; I hoped they wouldn't grow too quickly - he looked perfect the way he was.

 

Under his arms he was completely hairless, that too was perfection. His thighs had that faintest of faint blond fuzz that I'd noticed before, and again, I hoped it would stay that way for ages.

 

I went round for my first good look at his rear - I'd seen his red, spanked bum going up the stairs but not had a close up look. I traced a finger down his spine, from neck to crack, and carried on down his crack until my finger was underneath him. He sucked in his breath when my finger went down his crack, but didn't protest, allowing me to feel where I wanted to feel.

 

He must have been uncomfortable, stretched out and on tip-toe, but no hint of complaint. This was part of a new game for him, a dangerous game where he was a captive boy and his captor could do anything he wanted with him.

 

I guessed, from what he'd said while watching the porn, that he had a need to be beaten into submission, he wanted the thrill of pain. Casually I picked up the spatula from the kitchen work top and gave the outside of his left thigh a healthy slap. His eyes scrunched but he made no noise, and no noise when his other leg received the same treatment. I thought about starting on his arse, but the pasta was ready, so I let him down, but not till after I'd kissed him.

 

I moaned as the spatula cracked against my thigh. The sting quickly subsided into a low burning pain and I moaned again in satisfaction. It hurt but I liked that feeling, liked the sound of the wood against my flesh and the way I felt after.

I hadn't realised how hungry I was until Rob loosened the ropes and untied my wrists, ushering me into a seat and pouring me a coke and grabbing himself a beer. Before he had even returned to the table I was shovelling pasta into my mouth, the bolognaise tasted great and the filling food was exactly what I needed after all the excitement of the afternoon.

With my belly filling I started to feel less lightheaded, I had enjoyed the weed but it had felt weird afterwards and I was glad I had been with Rob when I first tried it. I felt safe with him, knew that he wouldn't let anything bad happen to me, and gave him a shy smile as he ate his own pasta in a more restrained fashion.

"Why did the Greeks and Romans make statues of naked boys?" Another statue stood on the table, a boy my age standing naked. He didn't look embarrassed, instead he was just standing there looking into the distance. His legs were slightly bent, one arm bent at a right angle with his forearm behind his neck and the other loose by his side. He looked like he was just standing thinking, and I was curious why he would do that completely naked.

 

 

"Being naked was an everyday part of life for the Greeks," I told him. "You've got a gymnasium at school, haven't you? That's a Greek word and it actually means 'a place for naked exercise.' The Greeks thought the naked male body was a thing of beauty, and," I grinned at him over a forkful of pasta, "If you're anything to go by they certainly weren't wrong! They were actually also very fond of boys and it was expected that a boy, from about your age, would find a man to be his boyfriend. The boys would do their exercises and men would watch. The boys were all trying to make their young bodies as perfect as they could and, if they didn't already have one, to catch a man for their lover. The men, of course, were on the look out for the tastiest bit of boy they could attract.

 

So, if you live in a culture that believes boys to be beautiful, then what better way to decorate your house and garden than with statues of beautiful, naked boys?

 

There was a serious side to it for the Greeks, both for the man and his boy. War was pretty constant and from the age of about sixteen a boy would be expected to go into battle. He wouldn't last very long if he came up against a warrior of say, twenty five or thirty who was well used to doing a bit of killing, so the boy needed someone to protect him. That was his lover's job.

 

Romans were a bit different; they liked boys as well, but they liked them for bedroom purposes, so most of the statues from that time are, in a way, porn. Not all, there's one in the garden that is very different. You've heard of Hadrian? The Roman Emperor who liked building walls? Well, the statue in the garden is a copy of one that's in the museum in Naples. It's Hadrian's boyfriend, Antinous. Hadrian was a bit keen on him and had dozens of statues made of him. He founded about a dozen cities as well, all named after him."

 

I carried on eating my pasta, pretty certain that I'd given Dylan something new to think about.

 

 

I tried to imagine me and my friends doing PE together in the school gym naked and gave out a little giggle. "But weren't boys embarrassed? I mean you might get a stiffy and all your mates or the people watching would see. And if they were all naked wouldn't they just mess around and laugh at each other?" The teacher had a hard enough  time controlling our class when we were all fully clothed, I could not imagine how they would do it if we have all been naked and laughing at each other for having the smallest cock.

"And didn't their parents get angry that men would be watching them?" I couldn't imagine a world where the grown-ups would be OK with a man watching their naked son, especially if he wants that boy to be his boyfriend. "Like if we lived back then would my mum just let you be my boyfriend cos you thought I was cute?"  I was fascinated by the idea but couldn't imagine how it would work.

 

"Don't think nowadays," I said with grin - the thought of a modern classroom of boys all naked together, with all the hang-ups about nudity and sex that had been pumped into them was, to say the least, amusing. "Try to imagine that the really big thing for a boy was to be more attractive than any of his mates and to have a better, fitter body. He wanted to show off, show that he was the fittest boy around, and if he did spring a bone, and no doubt many did cos bone springing is a boy thing, then he'd give all the men watching something worth seeing. I don't doubt that there was a fair bit of messing around, piss mercilessly ripped from any boy who was overweight for example, but far from being embarrassed, they would have wanted to show off everything they had.

 

As for parents, well, obviously the fathers would want to make sure that their sons picked decent lovers, not a man who was rich, necessarily, but one who'd look after his boy properly when the time came. Mothers didn't officially have any say in the matter, very much a man's world, but there'd probably be some domestic discussion about the boy's choice.

 

So, putting back into today, your mother would want to check me out, make sure that she thought I was suitable, not just after your cock for a few weeks, and then give her blessing."

 

 

I finished my pasta and got up from the table and fetched another statue from Rob's sideboard.  This was also of a boy my age, but instead of being completely naked he was holding a spear loosely in one hand while leaning on a shield with his other arm.  His chest and privates were on display but he lad leg armour, almost like long shin-pads and a helmet pushed up so it was perched on the back of his head.

 

"This one's cool," I liked the way the boy was dressed, that he had a shield and spear and was off to battle.  I imagined I was that boy, off to have exciting adventures rather than go to school and be moaned at by mum for not tidying my room.  "It must have been cool to live back then," I grinned at Rob, "Would you have picked me if you had come to the gym to watch me and my mates.?"

 

"You better believe it," I said, perhaps a bit more forcefully than I intended, "I'd have been round your house, making a formal application to your father for permission to take you out. Then he'd have checked up on me, made sure I could keep you, buy your armour and weapons, and that I didn't already have a boyfriend that I was intending to ditch for you, or hang on to and just have you for a bit of between the sheets fun." I knew I was giving away more than I should about my feelings for him, but I didn't care; let him make of it what he would.

";As for being more cool way back then, well in some ways yes and in other ways no; you're not going to get your belly slit open by a bronze sword nowadays, are you?"

 

I laughed, "Yeah suppose, but would love to wear stuff like this." I looked at Rob a bit shyly, he really liked me and I felt the same way, though didn't really know how to articulate those feelings. "But didn't all the other Roman's laugh at Hadrian for having a boyfriend?" I couldn't imagine how the other Romans would have reacted to him naming a city after a boy he fancied.

 

 

"Wasn't a good idea to laugh at an Emperor," I grinned, "Emperors were a bit powerful. But why would they laugh at him anyway? It was nothing out of the ordinary then to have a boyfriend. Okay, perhaps Hadrian went further that most in naming cities after his, but why shouldn't he? He was a good general and a good Emperor, why should anyone care that he had a boy to take to bed?

 

The way Rob explained it made sense to me and I wished things were like that now. I knew I would never be able to tell anyone about Rob, and while that made me a bit sad it also made this all the more secret and special. "So Roman's wouldn't take their boyfriends into battle?" I was a bit disappointed by that as I liked the idea of being at Rob's side as he went off to war. We would have all sorts of adventures together, and at night I would snuggle up next to him under a big fur blanket all safe and warm in his arms. The idea made me smile and I gave Rob a shy smile.

 

"Some did, others didn't. Antinous certainly went everywhere with Hadrian, including battles. The Greeks were different, they didn't have professional armies like the Romans did. When it came to war time all the citizens went to war, so a man took his boy with him. They'd fight side by side and if the worst came to the worst, they'd die side by side"

 

"I'd have protected you," I gave Rob a shy smile and put my hand on his bigger hand and gave it a squeeze. I wasn't used to making public displays of affection and went a bit red with embarrassment.

 

I could guess what it had cost Dylan to put his hand on mine and say he would have protected me. He was very much a 21st Century boy with all the 'thou shalt not' ideas of this age drummed into him, and he'd just taken a massive step into the unknown. I tried to make that easier for him by romanticising things a bit with the story of the Sacred Band Of Thebes.

"It worked something like this," I told him; "Ancient Greece was a collection of city states, each one fiercely independent. One city no-one messed with was Thebes, and that was because they had a bunch of warriors called the Sacred Band - a bit like our SAS, mess with us at your peril. The Sacred Band was made up entirely of lovers, boy and man fighting together as one. In all their history they only ever lost one battle and that was their last.

A guy called Alexander the Great decided he wanted to take over all of Greece and Thebes objected, so they had a war. Alexander won and the Sacred Band was wiped out, completely, except for one youth. He stood in front of the pile of dead bodies defying Alexander and his whole army. The story is that Alexander rode up to him and told him to put down his spear, that he had done all, and more, than honour demanded, and there was a place for a boy with his courage at Alexander's side.

The boy is said to have replied that his lover was dead at his feet and that his shade was waiting for him, ready to cross into the underworld and that it would be dishonourable to keep him waiting.

Apparently Alexander said that the only honourable thing to do was to send the boy to join his lover and that he'd erect a monument to their love on the spot where the boy stood. Then he killed him"

My eyes teared up a bit when I recounted that story, they always did when I thought of it. I hoped Dylan didn't notice.

 

"That's so cool, why don't we learn about good stuff like that in history?" The story of the Thebans had fired my imagination and I pictured me and Rob going off on special missions together, the men his age doing the battle fighting and us boys sneaking about and doing all the cool special ops type stuff. Me and my friends loved x-box and enjoyed war-games, and I imagined me and Rob undertaking those sort of missions but in ancient times. "Can we go and lay on your sofa?" my belly was full and I wanted to snuggle up to Rob again, be wrapped up in his strong arms. "You can tell me more cool stories like that one." I rubbed my shoulders, a little cold now the sun had gone down as I had no clothes on.

 

"I guess they can't tell you stuff like that in school," I said, slightly sadly, "Any teacher talking about things like that to a class would probably be accused of mass grooming and get locked up for life."

Dylan shivered a bit, I didn't have any extra heating in the kitchen, so his suggestion of going back into the lounge made sense, and once there I could have him close up against me on the sofa and do some serious cuddling and perhaps a bit of snogging as well.

I made a small show of turning up the thermostat in case he was starting to get any ideas about putting clothes on - he was far too delicious naked, and I only had him for the rest of today and tomorrow, nowhere near long enough.

 

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