Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an166144@anon.penet.fi Date: Sat, 10 Dec 1994 10:46:44 UTC Subject: The Party (m/teen m) based on Pal. Ant. XII.180 This story is based on a short poem by the Hellenistic poet Strato who lived in Asia Minor during the reign of the Emperor Hadrian. I have included the original poem for anyone who may be interested. It is poem 180 in Book XII of the Palantine Anthology. ---WARNING--- This story is about a man having sex with a willing slave boy. If you find the topic uninteresting or distasteful, then don't read it. I feel some burning heat; but cease, boy, from waving in the air near me the napkin of fine linen. I have another fire within me lit by the wine thou didst serve, and aroused more with thy fanning. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I tuned to the young slave boy who had served as my cupbearer, and was now fanning me with a linen napkin. His smooth skin was an even tan. His hair was the fairest blond. His smile was the most beautiful one that I had ever seen. While he fanned me, I looked up his shirt sleeves, and saw that he still had no hair under his arms. He was unbelievably beautiful. I wanted to kiss his soft boyish lips. But, above all, I wanted to make wild and passionate love to him. I could imagine his body twitching with pleasure, and his parted lips as he groaned with pleasure at my every thrust. His was a body upon which a man could build dreams. Finally, unable to stand my passion for him any longer, I spoke "I feel some burning heat; but cease, boy, from waving in the air near me the napkin of fine linen. I have another fire within me lit by the wine thou didst serve, and aroused more with thy fanning." The boy, realizing that he was the source of my burning fire, and understanding what I wanted, gave me an inviting smile, and nodded with his head to a door. "I know another way to cool a man's ardor," he whispered. "If you wish, I shall I show you how I do so." Since that was exactly what I wanted, I could not help but nod my answer. I wanted the boy like I had never wanted anyone else before. The boy, looking back to make sure that I was following him, led me out of the room, and into a small bed chamber. "My Lord," he told me, "This is my chamber." The boy had already slipped out of his tunic, and stood patiently by his bed, waiting for me to tumble him onto it. Since he was a slave and had been made available for the pleasure of all of his master's guests, I did not need to worry about his permission. His body was there for the taking. Still, it was nice to be wanted. I stood there for a moment, looking at him. His penis, growing erect was disproportionately large as it stuck out from between his legs. His pubic hair was sparse and thin. He looked like a prototypical adolescent, except that he was the most beautiful boy that I had ever seen, and tonight he was mine. I closed the door behind me, and the boy, obedient slave as well as desirable beloved, came over to help me out of my clothes. His hands caressed me as he helped undress me. it was obvious that he was just as anxious for me to make love to him as I was to make love to him. While still standing there, now both naked, I caressed his body, and let my hand run down his chest and stomach. I held his balls firmly in my hands, and then pulled at his foreskin. He let me kiss him. It was obvious that nothing would be forbidden to me. His body would serve my pleasure in any way that I wanted it to, and I could think of quite a few. Then, we lay down on the boy's small bed and continued kissing and caressing. The bed was too small for two; it was obvious that his master did not come down frequently for a little pleasure at this child's expense. Since his master was married, it was extremely unlikely that the boy was summoned up to his master's bed chamber either. Therefore, since I realized that the unfortunate child must be extremely sex starved, I did my best to give him a little pleasure back for the pleasure that I took of his body. I caressed him, kissing and fondling him. The boy, enjoying my caresses, rewarded me for the pleasure that I was giving him by doing the same to me. His lovemaking was a little timid and uncertain, but he did his best to please me, and improved as time went on. Then, once we were both happy with the foreplay, I turned the boy onto his stomach, placed one of his pillows below his loins to raise his buttocks into the most available of possible positions. I lay upon the child's soft small body, and holding him by the shoulders, I thrust as deeply into him as I could. The small boy shook as I penetrated him. He moaned softly. he spread his legs wide, barring nothing to me. Since he had made himself so available for me, I worked him slowly, awakening new pleasures in him. He bit the pillows with unbearable pleasure as I moved in his body, enjoying its warmth and tightness. Thus we continued, each enjoying the other, until we succeeded, not merely in calming the raging fire within me, but in satisfying his desire for me as well as mine for him. Since the boy had been so quiet and so shy, after we climaxed, I lay still next to him, tightly holding his young body against mine. He was so soft and quite. I was certain that I was his first man, and that he loved me with all of his heart. After a few moments of silence, the boy started to talk, and told me that until this very moment, he had still been a virgin, a state that had much distressed him, since he feared that it meant that men did not find him desirable. That distressed him considerably since he realized that a slave-boy's best chance of upward mobility was by becoming his master's catamite. He was glad to find that one man, at least, felt that he could provide sexual pleasure, and was willing to take his boyish virginity. He kissed me passionately, thanking me from the bottom of his heart for having made love to him, and for having taken his virginity. Then, shyly, he asked me if I would buy him so that we could make love again, whenever we wanted to. Learning that I had pleased him so much by deflowering him, I promised the young boy that I would ask his master if I could purchase him for our future mutual pleasures. The boy, glad to see that he could be my catamite, embraced me tightly, thanking me for wanting him to share my bed. He promised me that, in return, he would do anything that he could to provide me with pleasure. Then, at the boy's urging, we quickly dressed and returned to the banquet chamber. True to my word, I approached the master, who sold the boy to me at a reasonable price, since he had no taste at all for boys. As far as he was concerned, if it pleased me to take his slave boy as a catamite, he could always buy another to serve as a waiter. Now, in my own house, the boy with soft blond hair has no room of his own, since he sleeps in my own bed each night, giving me whatever pleasure I want from him, knowing no other life, and wanting no other life either.