Date: Wed, 19 Oct 2011 23:07:36 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Eros 1

Eros
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

This story is mostly fiction.  Like all good fiction it is a mixture of
fact and fancy.  Usually light on fact and heavy on fancy.  In addition, I
have added some speculative science, speculative religion and just old
fashioned fantasy.  The story is heavy with sex, some described in minute
detail and lots just spoken about.  That sex is mostly between males of a
variety of ages, i.e. men and men along with men and boys, in addition to
boys and boys.  Men, boys, women and girls also engage in sexual acts some
described and some not.  If this offends you or is illegal in your
jurisdiction, don't read it.

The copyright belongs to me and the posting rights nifty.  Please enjoy.


One: A New Apprentice

Theo ejaculated, delivering his full load into the lad's rectum.  He loved
the feeling of ejaculation, of sharing pure pleasure with another person.
Theo is good, probably the best, when he reaches climax so does his
partner, often several times, as Theo is very highly controlled.  He
pressed his body against the lad, Damian.

Damian was so overcome by the passion he immediately passed out. Theo
rolled off the boy and lay next to him.  This was simpler then he thought
it would be.  He smiled to himself.  Why he thought this is unusual, not
like he didn't have a very long history of doing just this kind of thing.
Done it a thousands, no make that millions of times, it's just one of
life's little mysteries.

"All I had to do was touch his hand and kiss his lips once and he was mine
for the taking.  The taking was good too.  But then it has always been
simplest with the ones you love and who love you already," Theo thought.

Theo stared at the celling and keeping his hand on Damian's back began
drawing little picture across the smooth skin, letting his fingers drift
over the round compact buttocks and trace the line along the narrow and
shallow trench of the back bone.  Damian's head lifted and turned to Theo.

"I don't know what you did dude but you can do that again any time," Damian
said.

That was true, Theo could fuck him as much and as often as he wished.
Damian did not yet realize he was completely under Theo's control and would
remain as his sex slave until released.  Even when he would no longer be
under Theo's control, he would be completely loyal to him.  This is a
mystical and magical kind of love, like nothing ordinary mortals can fully
imagine.

Theo leaned over and kissed the lad, directing him toward his crotch and
his reawakening erection.  Without hesitation Damian's lips sealed on the
cock head and his tongue began cleaning off the now partly dried ejaculate.
Theo pulled on Damian's hips and arranged his position to allow access to
his shrunken penis.  Kissing, licking and sucking it back to toward
erection.  Damian shuddered as he began receiving Theo, pre-come.  Theo's
pheromones were now invading his brain and taking over his very being.  He
could do nothing about it, even if he had wanted to.  No one ever does.  No
one ever has.

Theo concentrated on producing just the right pheromones to promote the
behaviour he wanted.  Another good sold fuck, but first, he needed another
taste of his boy's ejaculate.  Damian had absolutely no male sexual
experience before about an hour ago.  He had almost no sexual experience,
except the usual masturbation and a few kisses.  He was learning fast, very
fast.  Partly the pheromones, partly the look in Theo's eyes and partly his
built in sexual drive; the one Theo had taken control of.  It all started
with the waves of sexual energy that coursed through Damian with every
physical contact Theo made with his body.

Theo's mouth was working magic on the boy's penis and soon he began pushing
several fingers into the now stretched anus.  Every contact with the
prostate completed the connection between Theo's mouth and Damian's
sexuality.  Like completing an electrical circuit, energy courses from
through the penis, testes and prostate and back to Theo.  Damian moaned and
sighed filling Theo's mouth with this wonderful elixir of life.  After
licking him clean, Theo rolled on his back.

"I think the boy superior position this time, Damian."

Damian looked at him with wide eyes and a puzzled expression.

"That's you on top.  Just squat over it and enjoy the ride."

"Oh, ride him cowboy," Damian exclaimed!

"Not quite this time, I think ride him bull-boy would be more appropriate,"
Theo said.

Damian did just that, not even cracking a smile at that twist of phrase.
Taking Theo's outstretched hands he positioned himself and squatted over
the arrow straight 8.7" erection, lowering himself unto it until the full
length was filling his body.

"That's it, now just use your legs to lift up.  I will fuck you or you can
fuck yourself, or we can do it in unison," Theo instructed.

He did not demand or command.  He just politely instructed and the
supplicant acted.  Ordinarily this action would be limited by stamina.  Not
when fucking Theo.

Theo's cock was supplying the energy, Damian could feel it course through
his body as the cock went in and out.  This is, in fact, an energy
exchange.  Theo received as he gave and he too loved it as much as his new
sex partner.  After all it is a partnership, at least for this boy.  He was
special and Theo knew it.

His ordinary sex devotes were just that, sexually bonded to him.  He held a
power over them.  Some even realized it, most did not.  Most just knew they
had to have his ejaculate filling their butts or virginias on a regular
basis.  They needed to experience the pleasures and joys of freely
exchanged sex.  Theo's ejaculate is addictive and they would do what ever
was asked to receive it. The pleasures of sex are also addictive and the
supplicants would do almost anything to receive them.  Damian would be like
that in the beginning.  After he was fully trained Theo intended to
moderate that, he wanted the boy's love, he was so tired of the loneliness
he had been living with.

The boy, in this case is 16 and though of himself as a man.  He had thought
of himself as heterosexual.  That was only a few hours ago.  Now he didn't
know.  He had not even thought about it yet.  It was all happening so
quickly.

Theo knew.  He would make this supplicant into a bisexual like himself.  He
had turned a few hetros into gays in the past but he did not like doing
this.  To much work on his part.  The sexual preference part was simple
enough, it was all the other social crap he did not care for.  Theo's
preference was for young men.  Second were young ladies. Third, men in
their 20's and 30's or women in their late 20's late 30's.  If he was in
need he would fuck what ever was available.  Bisexuals are much easier to
live with than hetros or gays.  That is his view anyway and it is based on
a very long experience history.  Now it is dangerous to make
generalizations but in general...

Theo did not force his new lover to fuck to long, before he rolled him on
his back, placing his long legs over his shoulders and rammed it home nice
and firm like.  Not rough, just firm.  He wanted Damian to know he had been
fucked and fucked by the best there was.  That is a bit of ego on Theo's
part, he is one of the best ever, no doubt about that, others could also
claim the title best.

Judging the lad was at his peak, Theo let loose, delivering another large
load.  If he kept Damian in his bed for about five consecutive days,
fucking him several times a day he would be his for the remainder of his
life. That is how it worked when his powers were fully applied.  If he just
fucked once or twice and then not for a few days, i.e. spacing them out
over say three weeks and did not apply any other powers; the supplicant
would be addicted and would be his but not in deep emotional and
intellectual love, in devotion, like Damian will be.  They would be in it
for lust and desire not long term love and devotion.

Theo needed a life partner he had been alone for far, far to long.  So
long, he is not even sure how long.  He would use all his power on this
one, he would transform him to be like himself.

Theo enjoyed the passion and the heat of sex.  He received even more
pleasure from delivering it to others.  After all, that is his place in the
world.  To deliver of love in all its forms: lust, beauty, intercourse for
the most part.  Others were responsible for counterpart love,
uncontrollable desire and unrequited love.

This time Damian did not pass out but was a bit disoriented.  They lay
together for a while.  "Okay kid, time to clean up and get on with our
day," Theo announced.  He pulled Damian up and across the bedroom into the
large shower.  It was hard for Theo not to kiss the boy and to turn off his
electrically charged touches.  He didn't want to restrain.  He knew he
must.  This had not been carefully planned and now he needs to deal with
the fall out of not having done so.  He had not allowed this kind of thing
to happen for a very long time.  Not planning but reacting.  The last time
was at the beginning of the 14th century.  Damian was special, just as
Arden had been.

(This is a reference to another of your author's stories "Arden")
........................

Narrator here.  From time to time I will digress from the story to give you
readers some background.  I will try to limit it and not let the author go
off on long tangents.  He is known to do this if not restrained.

Theo and Damian have been pleading with me to allow them a first person
voice from time to time.  We ganged up on the author and he capitulated.
He has only written one other story from all seeing narrator and first
person combined.  It is called Red.  Once we get past this introductory
phase he will give it a try here.

Theo is a hunk, he is 6' 4" tall, 200 lbs, massive shoulders, wash board
abs, rich blond hair, deep blue eyes and just enough hair on his body to be
sexy.  He has neatly trimmed pubis and shaved balls and ass cleft.  He is
about 23 but looks just a bit younger, rather boyish.  He can shape shift a
bit, so could make himself younger or older but chooses not to.  He is very
rich, you might say he has unlimited resources, he is not ostentatious or
egocentric.

He likes to be fucked almost as much as fucking.  It is important for him
to receive male ejaculate but most important to deliver it.  His parents
were Ares and Aphrodite.  His proper names is Eros (brothers are: Himeros,
Anteros, Pothos).  Yes, he is an old Greek God, third generation that is,
from way, way back, long before recorded history.  He uses Theophanes or
Theo as his modern given name and Olympus as a family name.

He tends not to tell anyone who he is or how or where he got his power or
"magic" from.  He never tells anyone he is immortal or just how many among
his extended family are still active.  Many are, shall we say, retired.
These four are very active, however.  They don't get together all that
often anymore.  Since people stopped worshiping most of the gods and no
longer build temples to them, they are just not needed in the same way as
olden times.  These four and their parents, are still worshiped and just as
fervently, all be it more informally then formally. They are obviously
active.

Eros would tell you that, much of what is believed and was always believed,
about him and the others, is less then accurate.  It is mostly from the
imaginations of believers and poets.  Now your narrator does have an in
with the author and I can honestly say it is not a good idea to take his
musings, as any more authoritative then the old mythology.  Mythology is
mythology, independent of its age and origin.

Eros or Theo and the others never carried around arrows and shit like that.
They didn't all that often, go messing in the lives of mortals either.  Not
that they don't or didn't, they did and do but it is often subtle and often
through mortal or semi-immortal assistants.  Never as depicted in plays and
epic poems.  Let us say Homer was a great poet, a first rate story teller.
He simply set the patter for others to follow.  I wouldn't let the author
even pretend he has that kind of talent, he clearly does not.  Not a bad
story teller mind you but great poet or playwright, no way.  Now he does
keep my ass well satisfied so I am not about to complain.

"That's a myth," Eros would say.  "Mostly the imaginations of playwrights.
When I was younger I worked hard to help the supplicants that came to my or
my mother's temples.  I don't any more but sometimes I do assist and
sometimes, it is just fun doing it, helping things happen.  My brothers
feel the same way.  Pothos is most inclined to mess around with mortals, he
does have a very dry sense of humour.  We all do each other's jobs too but
are best at our own specialties.  I learned their tricks and they learned
mine."

The brothers all have more secular given names these days but all use
Olympus as the family name.

"Hermes is the only one that is still "full time", that's 24/7, at his
duties.  Dionysus, Mom, Dad and Hades are still quite active as well.  Some
of us just retired when we no longer became needed, Helos is a good example
of that.

No, Hermes is not a florist and just hates to be portrayed as flitting
around with wings on his feet.  Like all of us, he will not turn down a
good fuck with a boy of age (10 or 12 depending on the boy) or a man, we
come from that tradition.  He is not anti female, just prefers men, I know
he will fuck the ladies too, we have been know to whore around together.

That would be the tradition of the Greek gymnasium.  I had a lot to do with
starting it.  I like both men and the ladies.  The women are another
tradition, based on procreation of course and it is still most alive and
strong in the world.  I didn't start that of course, I just kind of bumped
up the process not long after humanity got itself organized into
communities.  I had a different name then, well lots of different names.
We all stayed with the old Greek names, since we liked them and those
people sure knew how to worship us.  Just look at all the neat stories they
created about me and well all the others too.  They were always respectful
of us too.  Not like the Romans who would not always take us seriously.
Not that we are always serious or don't like fun.  I for one am less then
pleased to be shown with a meter long penis or as a cherub with wings.
That is disrespectful.  Now for the futility boys and girls things are
different.  I'm in a slightly different business.  Oh, Hermes likes the
sexy body he is often shown as having, just not the cute little foot
wings."

Hermes and all the other gods are pleased with the way the remainder of
their bodies are portrayed.  Hermes is most pleased with the way his is
depicted, as Eros said above.  Eros is less then pleased with the the cupid
idea, he hates it but what can one do, god or not.  That is what he means
by saying, "the gods, all liked the way the Greeks thought about
themselves."  Leave it to the Romans to think he was a winged cherub.
There was more then one Roman woman that got the shock of her life when
that little cherub put his man sized cock between her legs.

"I have always liked the Classical Hellenistic period of art.  Those people
knew how to depict us, my brothers and parents all agree with that.  I
still like to get together with Uncle Apollo, he agrees too.  He has got to
be the best butt fucker ever.  Taught me plenty, so me being me, spreads
the knowledge around.  It's my job or maybe my fait.  I am very fortunate,
I just love doing my job.  I have been at it a long time now and still
never seem to get tired.

I do get lonely though.  In the old days we were all together.  You never
had time for loneliness.  You also had hordes of supplicants wanting your
help too.  I still get lots of requests but nothing like the old days.
Then I worked hard and so did the others, so that humans could learn and do
most of it on their own.  We were all very successful teachers."

....................

"Let's get dressed I think we have a few tasks to accomplish," Theo said to
Damian.

Damian looked almost dejected.  He wanted more of this man and he wanted it
now.  The lust was mostly already built in, Theo just allowed it to
flourish and maybe boosted it just a bit.  Damian had worked for Theo part
time, for the last year.  He knew once Theo made up his mind it was not
easily changed.  He liked Theo right from day one.  Damian was quite
prepared to fuck the boss any time within the first few hours of taking the
job.  The work was demanding but not overly difficult.  Theo insisted
everything was to be done well and on time.  He was always treated well and
with more respect and latitude then he expected.

Theo was patient and explained in great detail exactly what he wanted.  He
was always comfortable in Theo's presence and looked forward to his dry
humour and often subtle jokes.  Damian could not believe the number of
beautiful women and men, that seemed to populate Theo's life.  Theo paid
well too and was always giving him presents, some of those presents were
very expensive too.  Theo was courting the boy in the old Greek gymnastic
tradition.  He started it so it would be hypocritical not to continue
following it.

That is not to say Damian was not confused at the moment.  He was baffled
and yet he was not concerned about the bafflement.  He just knew Theo would
make it right, what ever it was.  He had arrived for work in the morning,
as usual on summer days with no school.  Now it was late morning and his
life had suddenly been turned upside down and it did not concern him in the
least.  It all just started so, he was not sure what word to use, so
simply.

Damian had one hell of a fight with his girlfriend the previous evening.
He discovered she had been dating other boys while he was working during
the day.  Not that anything all that serious was happening, it was the idea
of it.  Damian was or thought he was, in love, his heart yearned for her.
Damian's father said he was "in hormones".  His little head yearned for her
more then his big head but he was confusing the two.  Sure he wanted to be
with her and he wanted to spend his time kissing her.  But he had to work
and make the money he was spending on her too.  She just didn't get it.  Or
maybe she got it better then he did.  Damian could not say, he was heart
broken and confused.

He cried himself to sleep and was still upset on arriving in the morning.
Theo knew immediately something was terribly wrong and he even knew what it
was.  That's his job remember.  Damian could not have known that, he simply
accepted Theo's offer for a hug and an ear.  Theo just seemed to know how
to confront those who were in love when they needed it.  Damian had seen
this before with visitors and clients.  Theo had seen it a thousand times,
a thousand times over.

What happened next was not Damian's fault, it was Theo's, he had let his
own desires for companionship over top his friendship, godship and
professionalism.  Theo is a relationship councillor.  People come to him,
usually as couples, seeking his advice on making it work.  He charged a
goodly sum for that too.  Always based on ability to pay of course.
Sometimes a little kiss on the cheek was all he charged.  It was all he
really ever wanted.  When he hugged the boy, letting his long arms wind
around the thin body, his own passion welled up and he could not or did not
stop himself.  He kissed him.  First on the cheek and then on the lips.

Damian felt first the warmth of the embrace and second the pulses of
emotion and passion flowing through him from his lips to his penis.  Now
Theo could have put thoughts or ideas in Damian's head.  He could have just
given him a non sexual hug and his kind, sympathetic words.  He did not.
Theo had fallen in love himself, letting the god's power overpower the god,
and it was for Damian.  His heart was braking at the thought of his young
friend and hoped for lover, being in pain.

"Damian, let me help you.  Let me take away all your pain and anguish,"
Theo said and that is just what he did.

How he could go from employee and friend to lover in seconds, Damian had no
idea.  It just happened.  Theo was absolutely correct, he had no pain, no
anguish any more.  He did not care, he loved Theo and that was all that
mattered.  The girlfriend was forgotten.  Now that they had shared passion
and each other's bodies, in this imitate and all encompassing way, Damian
was both confused and totally accepting.  Theo had overwhelmed the boy's
emotions and taken control of his thoughts, as well as his manhood.

"Look Damian, I had better explain what happened here before we go.  I have
liked you from the first but I did not intend to displace your girlfriend.
When you came in so upset I guess I lost my self control," Theo said.

"I knew you were good at this comforting and concealing business but I had
no idea how good," Damian replied.

"I have a few magic tricks up my sleeve which I use sparingly but in your
case, I just let it all out at once.  I hope you are not disappointed,"
Theo said.

"Oh my god, how could I be!  I have never loved like this.  I can't imagine
how I thought she was even worth my time, let alone my tears.  Now that I
know what loving you and being loved by you is like, she is meaningless.  I
never dreamed loving a man could be as wonderful as it is," Damian said.

"That's only because you have never fucked a girl but no matter, that to
shall come to pass, all in good time.  I want you to stay here with me, to
live here in this house, to be my lover and companion.  You are of the age
of consent, so that is possible but we need to make sure your parents are
agreeable, if possible.  I have a plan.  I need you to be completely
agreeable with whatever I tell them.  I don't think we want them to realize
how much we care about each other, not yet anyway."

"But what if they won't go along with your idea," Damian asked?

Theo winked and cocked his head to one side, "I have my ways, they will
cooperate, you will see."

Damian was now Theo's eromenos, his beloved boy.  Theo was his eraster, a
man who was to educate, protect, love, and provide a role model for his
beloved.  This goes way back, back to the beginning of things.  Not the
words, they are only ancient Greek, from the classical period, the idea
goes back far beyond that.  In ancient Greece we see the terms erastes and
eromenos come into use.  Notice that the root of these terms is ero, eran,
"to love" or Eros.  Eros' godship included more then sex, in ancient Greece
he was worshiped as the god that oversaw paiderastia meaning "boy love".

The ancients thought or said, they took their instructions from Eros in
this.  He would tell you not quite so.  He gave no instructions other then
those of sexual desire and along with his brothers the other aspects of
love.  If those old timers wanted to worship him and give him more credit
then he probably deserved, so be it.  He was asked to do it and he being a
good and loving god did his best for his people.  Now it was way more
complicated then that of course.

Theo let Damian drive his car.  It is a new, metallic blue, BMW Z4
Roadster.  Damian was absolutely thrilled.

"Theo, you don't need to do this.  I would fuck you anyway," Damian said.

"I know that Dam.  I also know you have never driven anything like this
before.  A true lover shares all with his beloved and you are my beloved
boy, in the most ancient an venerable sense of the term," Theo
replied. "Now when we get to your parents home I want you to sit at the
kitchen table with us but say nothing, unless asked a direct question."

"I can do that.  But I don't understand how you are going to talk them into
my living with you?  Its not like we don't get along or anything."

"Just leave that to me, I've done this before.  I do want you to pay close
attention to how I do it, consider it part of your education. That's why I
want you to just listen and feel.  Let your mind take in the emotions and
the feelings of all concerned."

"I get the listen part but feel?"

"Yes, you remember what happened when I first kissed you.  Just be
sensitive to the feelings generated in the room and you will understand."

Theo had met Mr. and Mrs Michales before.  He already knew they were good
people, that only wanted good things for Damian.  He can usually tell lots
about people just being near them.  A little god power as it were.  They
loved each other and Damian.  Sure the fire was almost out but that's lust
or desire.  Kindling lust is his specialty.  This would be easy for Theo.
The love already existed, so now just rekindle the lust, the desire between
the parents.  The son's absence would be noticed but not a great concern.
Who knows, Damian could wind up with a new brother or sister.  His mother
is young enough.

They were greeted warmly and after a very quick explanation of why Morning,
that's the girl's name, had phoned so often, Theo took over.  He first
looked deeply into Fred and Margaret's eyes, placing the most explicit and
lustful thoughts into their subconscious.  He explained that he needed
Damian to stay with him for the balance of the summer and that they needed
to travel.  They needed some alone time to renew their relationship.  He
assured them that Damian would be a frequent visitor.

Before Fred could raise an objection Theo said, "I want to make sure we are
all thinking along the same lines here.  Like I do in my professional
counselling.  Lets all join hands."

What he did not say was, once in the circle of life, his power to persuade
was overwhelming.  He does not do this to ordinary clients.  The Michales
are not ordinary, are they?

He took Margaret's and Damian's, Damian his and his dad's. Everyone began
to feel his energy coursing through the circle. He was stimulating or
rekindling the lustful, desirous, love between Fred and Margaret.  He
needed to moderate this a bit.  He did not need to over do it.  Theo then
began speaking agin in a very quiet, just above a wiper, voice.  He told
them their love was so strong and so deep that the temporary absence of a
son was only a minor inconvenience and part of his becoming an independent
man.  The energy flow was transmitting the message of lust and desire.  It
also opened the others to his suggestions, which were being accepted on an
emotional level.  They would not miss the boy, since all either one could
think about was the other and what they would be doing, as soon as they
were alone.  He assured them of Damian's' love for his parents.  His desire
to be a good son and his need for independence.  When Theo broke the circle
he had full agreement.  A one page letter giving him guardianship of the
Damian and the understanding, if not articulated in writing, that Damian
and Theo were more then employer and employee, although no specifics were
mentioned.

Damian packed up about two weeks worth of clothing and they departed, this
time Theo drove.

"Did you see that, Theo?"

"See what?"

"I never saw my mom feeling my dad up before.  I'll bet they are in bed
fucking before we even get to the corner?"

"Probably, I can and when I want, do have that effect on others, you know.
So what did you learn?"

"I learned I love you even more then before, if that is even possible.
When we joined hands I thought I would ejaculate.  Is that how you do
things, I mean council?"

"No not quite, unless the situation calls for it.  Anything else?"

"I learned something about the power of love and desire, but I'm not quiet
sure what."

"Good, that is exactly what I wanted you to learn.  He who controls sex has
great control of most else, at least in the area of human interactions.
All my mother has to do is smile at about anyone and they are eating out of
her hand.  The lady is sexuality, beauty and love personified.  She is fond
of saying just that.  In psychological terms my mother has a bit of an ego
problem.

What I did for your parents was rekindle the desire and passion they had as
newly weeds.  All they could think about was sex between themselves.  From
that point it was easy to get agreement, since they believe we too are in
love and know what it means for lovers to be together.  They will never
question it, just as you never questioned their love and you are a result
of it.  You will be able to do that in the not to distant future."

"Me?  You must be joking," Damian replied.

"No, I am quite serious.  It will take some time and not a few changes.
They have already begun, I would guess about a week before you notice
them."

"Why is it you are always talking in riddles, Theo?"

"Oh, just my way, I think studying under Socrates and Plato is what did
it."

"Keep you eye on the road man.  Socrates who?"

"The Socrates, the philosopher, you know the fellow Plato wrote about.  The
master would never write anything down, he was just to busy making us
think.  That is just what I am doing to you, it's part of your education."

"I thought my education was in your bed."

"That's part of it, the part you are right now most concerned with but life
is not just endless sex, as much as we would like it to be."