Date: Fri, 3 Aug 2001 04:25:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Athenian Boys - 460 BC (hist; 1/2)

Athenian Boys - 460 BC
by Bill

It was early summer; the warmest day yet.  Jason wished the
wrestling-master would stop his tedious droning so that he and
the other boys could escape to the cool waters of the bathing
pool.

A drop of sweat rolled off Jason's chin, landing on the back of
his friend Niklo. Jason's eyes wandered about the wrestling
arena. Eleven other pairs of boys were crouching in
ready-position, just like him and Niklo, at the center of
Athenian Academy's gymnasium. All were naked, their young bodies
marred only by abrasions and bruises earned in rough impacts on
the hard-packed ground.

Jason thought it somewhat odd that the Academy viewed the sport
with such reverence. But he was determined to mold himself to the
Athenian ideal, so he refocused his mind on the elderly teacher's
lesson.

"... must use your opponent's momentum to defeat him. Push him to
make him push back. Push him again, and when he reacts, then you
strike. When your opponent is on top, lean into him aggressively.
When you feel him falling into your trap, grab his wrist and
roll in the direction he pushes. It is like our strategy on the
battlefield of Marathon 30 years ago, when our army faked a push
to the center while at the flanks..."

"Oh no! Is he going to tell that same war story again?" whispered
Niklo.

Jason quietly groaned in agreement. "Gods! We'll NEVER get to the
bathing pool at this rate!"

On his knees at Niklo's side, Jason relaxed his taut body,
sitting back on his haunches. He released his left hand from
Niklo's elbow, and his right arm -- which had been wrapped around
the 14-year-old's slender waist -- came to rest on the boy's
lower back.

As he looked around the gymnasium, Jason noticed other boys
whispering and shifting about. They all realized it would likely
be several long minutes before the wrestling-master would direct
them to execute a maneuver. What caught Jason's eye, diverting
his attention totally from the teacher's words, was the pair of
students 7 feet to his left. The boy on top had slid his right
hand down to his partner's crotch and was shamelessly stroking
the adolescent erection. The recipient of the clandestine
masturbation murmured sounds of pleasure, barely loud enough for
Jason to hear. As he continued to stare at the lascivious
conduct, Jason saw that the boy on the bottom was subtly rubbing
his ass against the other's crotch. The old wrestling-master,
half-deaf with age and one-eyed from a wound received in the
Persian Wars, was oblivious to the activity.

Sexuality among these 13- to 16-year-old boys was certainly a
common enough activity at the Academy. In a half-hour they would
all be engaged in erotic play -- especially in and around the
bathing pool. But it was disrespectful to be doing it during
class. Disrespectful or not, a little shudder ran through Jason's
body as sexual thoughts filled his brain -- as they did at least
two dozen times a day. He gave up trying to listen to the
wrestling-master as he felt his penis becoming erect, and he
pressed it against Niklo's hip.

'Oh, gods,' he though to himself. 'Here is the most beautiful boy
in Athens, on his hands and knees beneath me, as if waiting for
me to mount him. If only I could!'

Jason's right hand slipped from the small of Niklo's back to
gently caress his smooth ass cheek. The handsome boy looked back
over his shoulder and winked at Jason, making the 15-year-old's
sexual desire rise to yet a higher level.

"Oh, my dearest friend Niklo" he whispered in a voice that was
half-comical, half-serious. "You've GOT to let me fuck your
beautiful ass today after practice. Just this once? I am burning
with desire for you!"

"Jason, you dim provincial bumpkin!" hissed the 14-year-old, in a
tone that betrayed a friendly sarcasm. "How many times must I
repeat that only my mentor receives that particular prize these
days. Surely you can satisfy your lust with one of the little 13-
year-old sluts."

"But Niklo, I don't want a little boy.... I want YOU! I'll do
anything you ask of me. You know how much I love you!"

Niklo looked back over his shoulder again and smiled. "Ah, my
friend; if only you had been here a year ago, when *I* was one of
those sluts. I'd whore for any handsome older boy who tossed me a
compliment." After a long pause, Niklo added gently "But you are
a dear friend, Jason. Let us discuss the matter further when we
get to the pool."

"Thanks, my friend, for giving me at least a bit of hope that I
might show my love for you"  said Jason as he shifted his right
hand down to give Niklo's cock a few sensuous strokes. He found
it wonderfully stiff, with a drop of slippery fluid forming where
the head peeked out from the foreskin.

Jason let his mind wander back in time, still tuning out the
wrestling-master, and wishing he HAD been at the Academy a year
ago to partake freely of Niklo's favors. Instead, he had been
slowly dying of boredom on his family's isolated country estate
on the Aegean island of Delos. Until a few months ago, his
education had been in the hands of an old live-in tutor who bore
a passing resemblance to the wrestling-master. There being no
other boys of his social rank in the area, the dawning of his
sexuality was explored in seemingly constant solo masturbation
instead of in the company of equally-horny school friends. His
tutor had told him all about the marvelous Athenian Academy, and
Jason had pestered his father relentlessly to send him there.

Only a handful of times during his life on Delos had Jason tasted
the excitement of the Greek culture's notoriously libertine
sexuality. It began when he turned 13 and was finally permitted
to journey with his father to the occasional banquets in town or
at another aristocratic estate on the island. Being a comely
youth, he inevitably attracted adult suitors at these all-night
events. On the first such occasion, their attentions and flattery
could not quite overcome his inhibitions, though their lascivious
fondling of his cock caused him to excitedly shoot his seed three
times during the long evening. But a month later, at his second
banquet, he succumbed to his carnal urges (and the liberating
effects of several goblets of wine) and allowed a sturdy young
officer of the Delian militia to take his virginity. Thereafter,
Jason eagerly looked forward to these too-infrequent social
events, where he knew he would be the object of attention from a
variety of handsome men. He was amused by their courtly games of
seduction, but found it irresistibly intoxicating to play along.
And the game always led him to bestow his favors on the most
desirable suitor at the party -- sometimes more than one --
either retiring to the garden to make love in semi-privacy or
else drunkenly casting discretion aside and getting fucked in
full view of the boisterous crowd of men, boys, and female
prostitutes.

When Jason was nearly 15, his father finally gave in to the boy's
pleadings and sent him off to complete his education at the
Academy. Arrangements were made for him to live in the household
of Timarcus, a wealthy Athenian citizen, naval officer, and civic
leader with whom Jason's father had served in the wars, some
years before the boy's birth. As Jason sailed across the calm
Aegean Sea for his first visit to the great city-state of Athens,
he daydreamed about how it would be to finally have a real
mentor, just as so many well-born city boys had. The stories he
heard of the Athenian tradition of love between a boy and his
mentor had sounded so romantic... the strong and handsome
citizen-soldier forming an intense bond of physical and spiritual
love with the young teenager, teaching him to be a man in every
sense. What boy wouldn't have longed for such a relationship?

But while Timarcus had admirably fulfilled many aspects of the
mentor's traditional role, the part that had most filled Jason's
fantasies -- the romantic and sexual connection -- just never
developed.  Oh, the man had been a gracious and generous host
during the four months Jason had spent in the household. The two
of them had held long discussions in Timarcus's living quarters,
where he and Jason discussed the finer points of politics, the
art of war, philosophy, and many other subjects of importance to
the boy's future. But on the relatively few times Timarcus had
taken Jason into his bed, it was almost as if the man considered
the love-making as a tedious duty.

It had been clear from the day of Jason's arrival at the villa
that the man was totally smitten by the sexual charms of his twin
slave boys. There was sometimes a twinge of jealousy when Jason
watched Timarcus retire for the night in the company of his
identical little 12-year-old beauties. He observed wryly to Niklo
one day that his relationship with his mentor was similar to that
accorded the man's unobtrusive wife -- always courteous, but
infrequently sexual and never passionate. Unlike the wife,
however, Jason was free to relieve his sexual frustration in the
arms of his fellow students at the Academy.

Jason couldn't really blame his master for the preference. The
slave boys -- Dov and  Danni -- were incredibly beautiful and had
been superbly trained in every aspect of personal service. And
they were so exotic, with their Semitic features and their
strange foreign names and their accented speech. Jason had
learned -- in talking to the boys themselves and from other
members of the household -- that they had been born in the land
south of Phoenicia -- of a tribe called the Hebrews -- and were
brought to Athens when they were but 8 years old. Even at that
young age they had been well-trained in decorum and service,
already speaking an adequate degree of the Greek tongue. The
slave merchant who had acquired them knew the value of his
product to the right buyer, and had wisely kept the twins
together as a set, to be discretely offered in private showings
to selected wealthy Athenians, rather than being auctioned in the
city market. Their only flaw (but one that Jason found intriguing
and strangely erotic) was that the flesh at the end of each boy's
penis had been cut off in some barbarian religious ritual when
they were infants. Timarcus always preferred the slave boys to be
completely nude whenever they waited upon him in the living area
of the villa, and Jason invariably found his eyes drawn to the
unusual sight of a prepubescent cockhead being blatantly
displayed at all times, without being touched and regardless of
whether the penis was soft or erect.

Jason's daydreaming ended abruptly when at last the wrestling-
master completed his war story and directed the boys to execute a
rolling maneuver several times. The practice concluded, as
always, with each pair of youths wrestling at full-strength for
several minutes, a few pairs at a time, under the teacher's
critical eye. Although Jason was bigger and  stronger than Niklo
and could almost always defeat him, on this afternoon Jason let
up just slightly, allowing his friend to pin his shoulders to the
ground for a hard-fought victory in the scrimmage.  Niklo beamed
with pride, especially when the wrestling master praised his
technique. And Jason was pleased to note, when Niklo jumped to
his feet after the pin, that his friend's penis was pumped up to
its full 5-inches of rigid erection.

With wrestling practice over, the 24 boys went straight away to
the bathing pool, not bothering to put on the linen tunics they
had removed at the beginning or their wrestling lessons. As they
walked, the typical maneuvers for sexual pairing were well under
way. As usual, the younger boys were being pursued by the oldest
lads. Up ahead of Jason, three 16-year-olds were practically
elbowing each other out of the way to walk next to 13-year-old
Icarus, whose physical beauty was a miracle from the gods. Like
all of the youngest boys in the group, the lad's body was devoid
of hair. And among his same-age peers, his penis and ball sack
showed the fewest signs of approaching sexual maturity. Whatever
frustrations he may have felt about the slow development of his
genitals, there is no doubt that it enhanced his desirability to
the more mature students. Like Jason's adult suitors at those
Delian banquets, the older boys were falling all over themselves
to win Icarus' favor, hoping to be the one who would be kissing
his full red lips and fucking his flawless tight ass that
afternoon beside the pool, in full view of the others. Almost
like a mating ritual of animals in the wild, the older boys made
their cocks stiff for Icarus to admire, and they gave themselves
a few discrete jack-off strokes whenever their tumescence began
to subside.

Boys and men proudly showing off their erections was by no means
an indiscretion in this environment, and it was never an object
of teasing or shame, as it might be in other cultures. The erect
penis was universally admired by Greeks -- a symbol of the
primacy of male sexuality in the natural order. Indeed, right
next to the Academy's bathing pool was a carved stone "herm".
This representation of the god Hermes consisted of a life-size
head and -- at an anatomically-correct distance below it -- a
large but realistic phallus and balls springing from smooth
stone. No other body parts... just head and genitals. Whether
intended to inspire the boys' activities, or merely as a monument
to the glory of male sex, the stone lecher mutely presided over a
daily orgy of boys engaging in a broad array of sexual
activities.

On many days, Jason would be in competition with the other 15-
and 16-year-olds in the fevered pursuit of the youngest, cutest
boys. He had fucked nearly all of these 13-year-olds -- including
Icarus -- and a good many of the 14-year-olds as well. But now
Jason put his arm around Niklo's shoulder as they walked, and the
other boy returned the gesture. As they glanced in each other's
eyes, they both knew -- without speaking -- that they would be
partners in that afternoon's pleasures. Seduction of a pretty
13-year-old might be exciting, but sharing pleasure with a
beloved comrade seemed more comforting.

Jason's burning love for Niklo was constrained by another factor,
apart from the younger boy's self-imposed limits. That was the
set of unofficial rules, enforced by peer pressure, that governed
sex among boys... and between boys and men. There was one clear
standard from which the other rules sprang: a fully grown man
must reject any sexual role that might be considered submissive.
At the opposite end of the spectrum, the cultural mores
proclaimed that a tender youth -- one without hair above his
penis or a changed voice -- was completely unfettered his
sexuality. He could give himself -- as often as he wished and in
any way that pleased him -- to boys of any age... and, with
reasonable discretion, to men as well. Submission to anal
penetration and the giving of oral pleasure was his expected
role, unless he was with a same-age or younger boy.

The appearance of pubic hair, however, signaled the need to be
more circumspect about who he allowed to penetrate his ass, and
for whom he would get on his knees to suck. He might give himself
to an older boy of appropriate social rank, or to an adult mentor
who assumed certain responsibilities. But getting fucked by a
peer was now something to be done privately, and with an equal
exchange of dominant and submissive roles. Being fucked by a
younger boy would be seen as a mark of embarrassing immaturity. A
youth of full sexual maturity would generally allow himself to be
fucked only by a single adult mentor. And once whiskers began to
grow on his face -- the final defining element of manhood -- it
would be shamefully effeminate for a free man to be sexually
subservient under *any* circumstances. Nevertheless, there were
more than a few such men in Athens, whose desire to be penetrated
by a boy's or man's cock overcame their sense of social decorum.
(And of course a slave would submit sexually any time his owner
desired it.)

Jason's body was maturing rapidly. He had a thickening growth of
pubic hair and a few dark strands sprouting from his armpits, and
his voice had recently lowered in tone to a pleasing tenor. But
he was ambivalent about his advancing maturity. Although pleased
at how attractive it made him to the younger boys, he  was
saddened by the thought of giving up the experience of a boy's
oiled cock gliding sensuously inside his ass. The closer to
manhood he got, the more he risked the snickers of his peers at
the Academy for pursuing the pleasure of being fucked -- even in
the privacy of the olive grove -- by a fellow student at the
Academy.

Niklo had less physical development but was only a few months
younger -- close enough, thought Jason, to be considered a same-
age peer. But Niklo was stingy in his sex play.  He was totally
devoted to his illustrious mentor, Pericles -- a handsome young
aristocrat who had just recently attained substantial power in
the Athenian democracy. Out of respect for his mentor, Niklo
spurned the sexual advances of other boys and men. Friendly
kisses and playful mutual masturbation were not in the same
category as sucking and fucking, however, and Jason was grateful
that his friend was free with these intimacies.

The two would talk for hours about innumerable subjects, sitting
naked in the warm Mediterranean breeze, under a tree or by the
bathing pool or in a courtyard of the Academy. And they
interspersed their serious discussions with playful tussling and
physical closeness. Sometimes the friendly kisses turned into a
bout of sloppy tongue wrestling that climaxed in urgent mutual
stroking -- an activity that carried no stigma of sexual
submission. Each time, this intimacy filled Jason with hope that
his romantic devotion to Niklo might be returned, but the younger
boy always refused to take the lovemaking to a higher plane.
Jason very nearly offered himself sexually to Niklo without
reciprocation, but decided that would be unseemly for a boy of
his maturity and that he would lose the respect of his younger
friend.  But as the two walked down the path together, Jason
thought to himself that perhaps this time they might truly make
love.

With the bathing pool in sight Jason and Niklo dropped the tunics
they had been carrying, ran the last 15 paces, and jumped into
the cool spring-fed water. All around them, naked boys were
splashing and rough-housing and diving under the surface. The
dust of the wrestling arena was washed away and tired bodies were
refreshed. Play quickly changed to lust, however, as many of the
boys -- Jason and Niklo included -- embraced and kissed and
rubbed hardening cocks together. Pairs of boys snuck off to the
privacy of the nearby olive grove. Others had no inhibitions
about their acts being in full view of the others.

No adults were present for this festivity. Young and middle-aged
men were banned from the grounds of the Academy, and the elderly
teachers generally avoided outright voyeurism. In this haven for
boy-sex, nearly every one of the students quickly partnered for
sex.

"So Jason," said Niklo with a sly grin as he ran his hand across
his friend's hairless chest and underwater down to his now-stiff
cock; "you said you will do *anything* if I give myself to you?"

"Oh, Niklo... I would be your slave!" replied Jason with romantic
hyperbole.

There was a twinkle in Niklo's eye. An erotic nerve had been
struck. "My slave, eh? Perhaps I should take you up on that!"
Niklo was still pumped with confidence from his victory over
Jason in the wrestling scrimmage, and he had decided to prolong
the heady feeling of dominance and probe the limits of his older
friend's tolerance.

The younger boy hopped up to sit at the side of the pool, with
his legs dangling in the water, his feet gliding along Jason's
body. "Here is my offer. You may have your way with me today in
the olive grove," he said in a quiet voice that only Jason could
hear; "but first you must indulge me with some play-acting here
by the pool." He spread his legs wide and continued, "you will
act as my obedient slaveboy and serve at my every command...
beginning by using your mouth to please me." Niklo's stiff penis
throbbed with arousal and his fingers sensuously drew the
foreskin down to fully uncover his beautiful dark cockhead.

Jason blushed and his heart beat faster as he gazed at the young
adolescent erection that he so desperately wanted to suck. A
shiver ran through his body. Although he had not expected to be
taken literally with his remark about being Niklo's slave, the
thought was now irresistibly erotic. Had he not fantasized being
a slaveboy during some of his countless solo masturbation
sessions? Did he not sometimes imagine being one of the pretty
twins who spent so many nights in his mentor's bed?

Even though his intense lust urged him on, however, he knew that
playing this game in such a public setting would guarantee
ridicule.  But, oddly, even this embarrassment was generating a
strange erotic power. His own penis pulsed with lust as he
contemplated the prospect of being sexually submissive to a
younger and less mature boy in the midst of his classmates.

He looked up at Niklo and grinned. "Your humble slaveboy will do
as his master commands," he said impulsively, his voice just
barely above a whisper.

Niklo was relieved that his audacious suggestion had not met with
an angry rebuff. He stood up and called out in an authoritative
voice "Alright slave; get on your knees and suck my cock... and
make it good, boy, or I'll spank your butt."  That caused
surprised heads to turn toward them, as Jason pulled himself out
of the water and then knelt at Niklo's feet. He felt intense
excitement as he brought his mouth down to suck on the slender 5-
inch cock, and his hands slid along the sides of Niklo's smooth
strong thighs and round ass cheeks. When his lips encircled the
foreskin-covered head, he hungrily licked it, tasting the pre-cum
that formed at the slit. Jason's lips and tongue pushed the
foreskin down, and he lavished attention on the exposed cockhead
and angular ridge of hyper-sensitive flesh. Niklo groaned with
pleasure and pulled Jason's head down, driving his cock deeper
into his friend's willing mouth. As the slippery head pressed
against the back of his mouth, Jason was determined to take it
all -- remembering the technique of the hired female prostitutes
at the all-night banquets on Delos. He willed his throat to open
and accept the slender lance. As if by magic, the stiff rod of
flesh was engulfed by Jason's throat, and the boy's lips pressed
firmly against the sparse pubic hair at its base. He brought his
wet lips back up the warm stalk and then plunged down again, this
time opening his throat with seeming ease. Jason quickly fell
into a rhythm of urgent deep-throat sucking, anxious to show his
total devotion to Niklo's pleasure. Though he had often taken
boys' cocks into his mouth before -- sometimes even swallowing
their seed -- he had never done it like this... this deeply or
this aggressively.

Through the haze of his lust-charged brain, Jason now heard the
comments of the on-looking boys, mixing with the groans of
pleasure from Niklo.

"Our Delian classmate is quite the submissive cocksucker!"

"He takes it like a slave!"

"No. Like a whore!"

"Or an old faggot!"

"I'm next-in-line for his mouth!"

"Then me!"

The mocking laughter generated by these comments did not deter
Jason's oral efforts. In fact, they filled his brain with a
mysterious and intoxicating emotion that combined joyous
exhilaration with humiliation... unbridled lust with chest-
tightening apprehension.

Suddenly, Niklo's hands forced his head away, and the glistening
erection slid from Jason's sucking lips with an audible pop,
springing back to slap Niklo's belly.

"By the Gods, Jason! When you pay up on a wager, you deliver the
full share!" Jason was confused for a moment, kneeling on the
ground by the pool, panting for breath. Niklo went on, in a tone
of good-natured kidding, talking as much to the onlookers than to
Jason: "You would likely defeat me on the wrestling grounds 9
bouts out of 10, but when you make such a wager as that, you
tempt the gods to teach you a lesson in humility.... So now I
will assist the gods in their lesson, my young slaveboy. To
complete my reward for pinning you in the wrestling ring, I claim
your ass as mine. Get in position to be fucked, boy!"

Jason's eyes twinkled as he looked up at Niklo. Then he looked
around at the grinning faces of the onlookers. Niklo had rescued
Jason's reputation by putting his willing sexual submission in
the context of a lost wager -- boyhood fun rather than breach of
a social taboo. Wagering for sexual prizes was actually quite
common -- some were paid off in private, but others played out
for the sport of the entire class of Academy boys.

Jason stood up and walked a few paces over to a simple wooden
bench, leaning down to rest his hands on the seat. He spread his
legs and bent his knees a bit, ready for what was coming. Niklo
poured some oil from a ceramic bottle onto his hand, coating his
cock with it and wiping his slippery fingers in the crack of
Jason's upraised ass. Jason looked back over his shoulder and
smiled at the handsome 14-year-old standing right behind him.

Suddenly, there was a loud *SLAP*, accompanied by a sharp pain on
Jason's right butt cheek where he had been spanked at full
strength by Niklo's open palm.

"Head down, slave, while I take what's mine," said the younger
boy with mock-arrogance.  Jason's face burned with humiliation as
all the others laughed, and he placed his forearms on the bench,
clasped his hands together, and rested his forehead on them. His
body and mind were buzzing with sexual energy and his heart
thumped in his chest as he raised up his ass and waited for his
friend to dominate him... while 14 boys of various ages stood in
a circle to watch. Teasingly, Niklo rubbed the tip of his oiled
erection firmly against the puckered anal hole several times, and
each time Jason flexed the circle of muscle in excited
anticipation.

"Tell everyone how willing my little slaveboy is... and make it
convincing lest you be in default on our wager."

Actually, Jason's mind was already alive with thoughts of desire
and submission, and his previous masturbation fantasies fed his
imagination. But could he actually say out loud the words that
were in his brain?

SLAP!

"Ugh!"

"Speak up, boy, unless you really want me to warm up your butt."

SLAP!

"Ugh!... Oh, master," he said in words that had trouble escaping
his throat, which was tight with humiliation and sexual tension;
"my body is yours to use in any way that pleases you.... I beg
you to thrust your thick cock in my slaveboy cunt."

"That's better," said Niklo as he positioned his rigid cock.

As Niklo's hips thrust forward, Jason again flexed open his anus
and pushed his ass back. He felt the usual jolt of discomfort at
the initial intrusion of the adolescent cockhead into the tight
ring of muscle. But it was immediately transformed into familiar
warm pleasure as the shaft slid into his rectum. Both boys moaned
at the same moment. Niklo kept pushing his cock forward even
after he had achieved full penetration, and Jason kept pushing
back... both striving to drive the adolescent boner just a little
bit deeper into Jason's ass. Finally, Niklo pulled back and began
a slow, steady cadence of fuck-strokes, forcefully in and more
slowly out, holding firmly to the knobs of Jason's hip bones.

Jason concentrated on the indescribable sensation of a hot
slippery erection sliding rhythmically past his tight anus and
filling his insides. His brain silently voiced the words of love
and submission that he could not bring himself to speak out loud
for everyone to hear. 'My beautiful lover... Take me... Yes! So
good... Oh gods, how I love you!... Fill my body with your
cock... Fill me with your seed...... Fuck me forever!... Yes...
harder... more... OH, YES!'

Some of the watchers were still making wise-cracks as Jason
silently accepted Niklo's rutting thrusts, but others were
clearly aroused by the display. Among the audience, pairs of boys
were stroking each other's erections as they gazed at the two
mid-teens putting on so blatant a sex show. Little Icarus stood
next to a mature 16-year-old named Mikos -- the strongest and
best-endowed in the Academy class. The younger lad had his hand
wrapped around his older partner's man-size cock as they both
watched Jason being fucked.

"Niklo, my friend!" called out Mikos. "Let me fuck your
slaveboy's mouth while you plow his ass!"

"I have a better idea," gasped Niklo, as he humped Jason's
backside in a steady rhythm. "My slaveboy will give suck to young
Icarus. I'll venture he's never had his cock properly attended to
by an older boy."

"Yes!" giggled the prepubescent youngster in a high chirping
voice. "You are right, Niklo. I have sucked just about every cock
in the Academy in the two months I've been here, but none of you
has yet deigned to pleasure me... except to diddle my penis with
your fingers as you stretch my ass with those oversized clubs
between your legs."

That got another round of laughter from the assembled boys. To be
sure, the youngest and least mature of the Academy boys might
have trouble getting his cock sucked... at least until a boy even
younger and less mature came along. So it *should* have been
especially humiliating for Jason to have Icarus slide onto the
bench in front of his face, the youngster's plump thumb-size
erection and round little ball sack waiting to receive oral
attention.

But in Jason's mind, the mounting humiliation continued to be
transformed in a strange way into lust. And besides, his sexual
fantasies had often been filled with images of young boys' stiff
cocks -- especially after being around his mentor's twin
boyslaves -- and he had entertained masturbatory thoughts of how
a boyish boner would feel on his tongue.  Icarus sat with his
legs spread, his crotch right in Jason's face. The head of his
penis was completely hidden beneath the taut foreskin, but Jason
skinned it down with his fingertips to reveal a cute cockhead,
glowing dark red with arousal. With his senses already stimulated
by the exquisite ass-fucking that he was receiving, Jason took
the 3-inch morsel between his lips and tongued the sensitive
flesh. Icarus squealed with delight as Jason began to move his
hot wet mouth up and down, swirling his tongue over every
surface, including the round ball sack. Niklo picked up the pace
of his fuck-strokes, and Jason sucked and tongued faster and
harder at the stiff immature penis in his mouth.

Grunts from Niklo mixed with high-pitched giggles and sighs from
young Icarus, all but drowning out Jason's own muffled moans of
pleasure. And as Niklo picked up speed, he leaned down and
wrapped his strong arms around his older friend's torso -- left
hand caressing Jason's chest, and right hand grasping Jason's
rigid erection. As his oiled cock plunged into Jason's hole with
increasing urgency, Niklo pumped the 6-inch boner in his hand
with fast firm strokes, guaranteed to produce a quick result.

Sure enough, it was Jason who shot his cum first... blasting his
seed onto the dusty ground beneath him while Niklo rode the
resulting wave of anal contractions to his own incredibly
powerful orgasm. Jason's mouth stayed clamped to the tiny cock he
was servicing, and Icarus began trembling with pleasure from the
dry cum that wracked his small body, his little penis spasming in
Jason's mouth.

As the three boys disengaged, there were friendly smiles on the
faces of all the gathered onlookers and admiring comments...
directed mostly to Niklo and Icarus, but also to Jason. To have
shown good sportsmanship in fulfilling a lost wager -- enduring
humiliation with stoicism  -- was a sign of admirable character.
And of course Jason was not ABOUT to tell them that there had
been no wager at all!

Jason and Niklo jumped back into the bathing pool, washing off
the accumulation of sweat, dust, and sex. They held each other
and kissed, talking in low voices as the attention of the other
boys turned to their partners... and to the prospect of watching
another sex show.

"Thanks for that story about the wager," whispered Jason. "I
would not have been able to face the shame if you had not. I was
quite reckless in my lust. Were it not for your little fib...."

"Think nothing of it. It was I who was reckless, risking our
friendship by asking for such as that.... But now it is I who
will be *your* slaveboy, up in the olive grove."

The two kissed, long and lovingly, one last time. As they climbed
out of the pool, grabbing up their tunics, they looked over at
the next public showcase of adolescent lust. Beside the priapic
statute of Hermes, the sturdy Mikos was fucking Icarus in a
standing position. Icarus had his legs wrapped around the older
boy's waist and hands locked behind his neck. Mikos's big hands
supported the youngster's ass cheeks, guiding the boy's body and
spreading him open for the 7-inch cock that impaled him. Icarus
was truly enjoying the assault, however. As the thick oiled
erection was sliding in and out of his tender ass, Icarus had his
head tilted back, eyed closed. As he energetically raised and
lowered his body in an exquisitely sensuous motion, the youngster
cooed and squealed with happy pleasure-noises. Jason and Niklo
lingered a few moments to watch, entranced by this perfect
example of Greek eroticism -- the image of youthful boy-beauty in
willing service to mature masculine lust.

Still dripping and totally nude, Jason and Niklo began walking
the several hundred feet up a hillside path to reach a grove
thickly planted with olive trees. Waist-high grasses grew between
the trees, making a soft and semi-private nest for couples lying
down to make love. And couples there were. The protocol demanded
that those entering the grove at this time of the afternoon look
and listen carefully so as not to intrude on the amorous
activities of others. Although the privacy was mostly an
illusion, it succeeded in allowing older boys (or bashful younger
ones) to engage in sexual acts that would have embarrassed them
if done in public.

Finding a comfortable spot, Jason and Niklo spread their linen
tunics out as protection from the tickley long grass. As they lay
down together, Niklo said with a smile "What does my master wish
of his obedient slaveboy? I will do as you command."

Jason kissed his friend and replied "I wish that you were as
helplessly in love with me as I am with you.... So I command you
to lay with me and play-act that we are the only people in the
world, and that nothing else matters but our love for each
other." He tried to sound facetious, but the longing in his heart
was clearly revealed on his face.

Niklo ran his hand through Jason's thick brown hair and then
tenderly across his cheek. "That will not be a difficult role for
me to act, dear friend." And he took Jason in his arms and kissed
him deeply as their bodies melded together.

And it DID seem as though they were alone in the world, without a
care, as they kissed and whispered and laughed and kissed some
more. Hands roamed freely, caressing and fondling. Both cocks
quickly reawakened to stiff erections. Sometimes they lay side-
by-side... cock-to-cock. Other times one atop the other, face-to-
face, smooth warm bodies rubbing together. Jason was totally
content, for he knew in his heart that Niklo's tenderness was not
just an act.

Finally, as Jason lay on his back with Niklo snuggling atop in
his arms, the younger boy said "Jason; let me pleasure you now.
I'll do it the same way my mentor enjoys. Lie still while I
work."

And with one last passionate tongue-kiss, Niklo began to work his
lips and tongue slowly down his friend's body... nibbling at his
neck... the small tan nipples on his chest... Niklo's fingers
moving in sensuous swirls over shoulders and upper arms and
chest. The tip of his tongue dipped into Jason's navel, bringing
a giggle. Down further, Niklo knelt between Jason's spread legs
and his hands slid up the smooth inner thighs. With his face only
an inch above the head of the older boy's stiff penis, Niklo
inhaled the subtle musk, then blew a long stream of warm breath
with his lips pursed. A shudder ran through Jason's tense body.
Then Niklo's tongue flicked out, running along the shaft.

Top to bottom several times, his tongue-tip teasingly stimulated
Jason's rigid erection. Then down to his balls, hanging in a
loose sack of silky skin... licking, sucking each orb in turn. As
he pleased Jason's balls, Niklo took the adolescent cock in his
right hand, gently running the foreskin up and down, alternately
exposing and fully concealing the dark red cockhead. Niklo's
mouth came up and kissed the cockhead softly... slowly... then
tongued it with the lightest caresses. Then his lips surrounded
the little plumb of sex-flesh, and in tandem with his tongue they
teased and probed more aggressively. Bringing his other hand to
Jason's balls, Niklo fondled them as Jason purred.

Then Niklo's his mouth descended, taking the shaft of Jason's
penis into its wet warmth... sucking, licking... slowly working
down the pulsing shaft... letting the exposed cockhead graze
gently along the top of his mouth. Jason groaned with pleasure.
His body stiffened as he arched his back.

Niklo tried to take all of the cock shaft into his mouth, as
Jason had done for him, but he could not overcome his throat's
resistance, even after several attempts. The discomfort was even
bringing tears to his eyes. And he could not hide the sounds of
his throat's refusal. Jason sat up and touched Niklo's face with
his fingers.

"Niklo... stop... please don't hurt yourself."

"But I wanted to..."

"Yes, I know. And I love you all the more for your desire to
please me.... But remember that you are my slave as we lie here,
and your master commands you to desist." Jason's gentle smile as
he said these words warmed Niklo's heart, and he returned to
lavishing the first 3 inches of Jason's cock with his loving oral
attentions. Then he stopped and rose up on his knees.

"The stallion is ready to be ridden," announced Niklo with a
grin, and he moved up to straddle Jason's midsection, his knees
on either side of his friend's torso. Bringing his fingers to his
mouth, Niklo took a generous amount of saliva, reached behind
himself, and massaged it into his anus. Spitting again into his
hand, he added another coating to Jason's erection, supplementing
the slickness that remained from his sucking. Then, holding
Jason's cock steady, Niklo brought himself down slowly and
steadily on the 6-inch erection. The slender penis slid into
Niklo's body with ease, owing to the younger boy's having shared
the bed of a virile adult mentor for nearly a year.

"Oh, Niklo! It's so good!" moaned Jason, as the younger boy began
to ride Jason's cock like a cavalryman on a horse. His hands
grasped Niklo's thighs, and his pelvis rose up slightly off the
ground to match his friend's movements.

And Niklo was in the grip of his own pleasure as well, his own
penis stiff with lust. This was the first time in many months
that anyone other than his mentor had taken him anally, but a
collage of sexually-charged memories flooded into his
consciousness -- the warm memories of his many earlier
experiences of being fucked by other boys.

Jason rode a wave of physical and psychic pleasure. His cock was
sliding in and out of the only boy he truly loved, and he could
see the pleasure on Niklo's face. His hand moved to the boy's
bouncing erection and held it firmly. With Niklo's energetic
movement, his penis almost masturbated itself in Jason's hand. As
the tension in Jason's loins began to gather -- the familiar
prelude to sexual climax -- he worked his hand up and down,
making Niklo groan with over-stimulation.

"Come on lover... spray your seed all over me.... Come on... do
it!" Jason's hand moved in fast firm strokes that quickly drove
Niklo to the edge.

"Oh, yes, Jason! YES!" gasped the boy, his semen spurting onto
Jason's chest, diminished only slightly in amount from the
previous load that had filled Jason's ass down by the pool.

Thoroughly distracted by the ecstacy of orgasm, Niklo ceased his
cock-riding motions and rested his hands on Jason's chest,
gasping for breath.

Though his cock pleaded for release, Jason lay still beneath his
friend, concentrating on the incredible feeling from the anal
spasms that massaged his straining penis for the entire duration
of Niklo's climax.

Resting right on the very edge of orgasm -- a magical state that
he had never before experienced in his usual adolescent rush to
cum quickly when the urge became this great -- Jason pulled Niklo
down onto him and kissed him deeply. Then Jason rolled the two of
them over so that now he was on top, still kissing, his cock
still throbbing deep in Niklo's rectum.

Though the spasms of orgasm had passed, Niklo consciously
contracted and relaxed his anal muscles around the hot rigid cock
inside him. For his part, Jason flexed the muscle that made his
erection jerk slightly inside his friend's rectum. They both
giggled at this shared discovery of a new little pleasure. Their
whole bodies slowly rubbed together as they kissed, and their
hands caressed each other's faces and hair.

"Oh, Niklo! I love you so much!"

"Jason, I... I love you too. I know I should be loyal to my
mentor, but I cannot help myself.... I love you!"

The words he had so wanted to hear filled Jason with utter joy --
a wave of emotion that swept through his body with a flood of
warm ecstacy. He said nothing, but tears filled his eyes as he
looked down on Niklo's handsome face. The boys kissed again...
gently, lovingly... then more intensely. Arms encircled bodies
and the two lover hugged each other savagely. As Jason's hips
humped into Niklo with instinctive force, striving for orgasm,
the younger boy drew back his legs.

"Come, my powerful lover. Fuck me hard and fill me with your
seed!"

Jason's placed his hands behind Niklo's knees, pushing his legs
back to his shoulders so that the boy's ass was at a perfect
angle to be vigorously plowed.

It only took nine thrusts, delivered with savage urgency, before
Jason's brain exploded with stars and ultimate pleasure ripped
through his body. Spurts of sex-fluid pulsed from his throbbing
cock, deep into Niklo's bowels. Both boys groaned and laughed and
hugged and kissed.

As the last trembling spasms subsided in Jason's body, he slowly
pulled out and rolled over to lay at Niklo's side. They lay in
contented silence for a few blissful minutes, hugging, caressing.
Then a serious look came over Jason's face.

"I could never love another as I love you, Niklo.... But I
realize that I must respect your devotion to the great Pericles.
Know that I will always stand ready to be your passionate lover,
my friend... whenever you want me."

Niklo's expression was mixture of seriousness, love, and a bit of
sadness. "Thank you for your understanding, my dearest friend. I
will remember this day always, but we are both growing up -- you
especially. We will always be comrades, Jason, and I will always
be there to share sensual caresses with you at the pool and in
the courtyard. But you are correct that I must return to my
pledge of loyalty to my mentor.... But if that ever changes...."
He didn't finish. Instead he leapt onto Jason's body and began
wrestling playfully as both boys laughed.

[Prologue to Part 2]

As Jason sat in the garden of the large villa, his eyes strained
in the dim light of evening to read the words on the scroll on
his lap. The play by Aeschylus was interesting, but it would be
better to watch it performed, as the author intended.

Jason's concentration was broken by Sohrab, the Persian slave who
was the household's butler. The eunuch had entered the garden so
silently that Jason was not aware of him until the man was only a
few paces away.

"A thousand pardons, young master," he said softly and with
deference. Only after Jason raised his eyes from the scroll and
acknowledged him did the slightly effeminate man continue. "Your
mentor bids you to come to his personal quarters that he may
speak to you of important matters."

"Thank you, Sohrab. I will go immediately." As Jason handed the
papyrus scroll to the Persian, their hands touched and their eyes
met. Jason felt the unmistakable vibe of a sexual come-on. He had
sensed it before from the slave... never verbally, but in body
language that clearly said 'I am available to serve you
sexually.' But tempting as it was -- Jason had never fucked a man
before, even a slave -- he would need the permission of his
mentor first. That would be awkward, especially in light of
Sohrab's previous position in the household.

Brought to Athens 15 years previously as a  boy -- a eunuch of
the royal Persian court -- Sohrab was part of the considerable
war-booty won in the Greek victories over the Persian Empire. He
had been purchased by Timarcus to be his personal slave.
Timarcus had a liking even then for the exotic appeal of foreign
boyslaves, and Jason could imagine how beautiful Sohrab must have
been as a youth. Even now, at age 25, the Persian resembled a
pretty (though too-well-fed) youth of 13, enlarged to the height
of a man. After years of very personal service to his master,
Sohrab had been replaced in Timarcus's bed by the arrival of the
twins... but he was rewarded with a substantial increase in
status and responsibility. As butler he effectively ran the
villa, directing the work of 15 other household slaves.

As Jason approached his mentor's personal living space -- a
study, lounging area, and bedroom combined -- he heard the soft
tune of a lyre. Both Dov and Danni were skilled players of the
flute and lyre, and Jason found the tune distinctly sensual...
almost liquid in its flowing notes. Of course, practically
everything about the twins was distinctly sensual.

When he stood at the open door of the finely-furnished room,
Jason suppressed a grin and considered whether he should leave.
Sitting on a stool at a small writing desk, at the center of the
room, the 45-year-old Timarcus had his eyes closed and his head
tilted back... a look of pleasure on his face. A writing stylus
dangled limply from his right hand above a half-completed tablet.
His toga had fallen off his shoulder, exposing his hairy chest.
Behind him stood Dov, arms wrapped around the man's neck, hands
caressing his chest, and his lips and tongue imparting teasing
little pleasures to his master's ear. Timarcus's left hand
reached behind his back, apparently fondling the naked boy.

On the wide bed at the rear of the room sat Danni--
distinguishable from his brother only by his longer hair. He was
naked, propped against pillows as he plucked the strings of the
lyre. His eyes met Jason's and he smiled warmly, but he said
nothing and continued playing.

Jason cleared his throat to announce his presence.  "Ahem....
Mentor; you summoned me? Shall I return at a later time?"

The man blushed slightly and grinned. "Ah, come in Jason.... It's
difficult to work when there are distractions such as these!" And
he kissed Dov on the cheek and ruffled his curly hair. The boy
was resting his chin on the man's shoulder, a look of mischievous
sexuality in his dark eyes. "Dov, my pet; get the young master a
goblet of wine and a stool to sit on."

As the 12-year-old stepped out from behind his master, it was
clear where Timarcus's left hand had been. The slaveboy's plump
3-inch erection pointed straight up, glowing red with arousal.
Jason's eyes were drawn to the prepubescent boner -- similar to
that of young Icarus at the Academy, except for the unusual
absence of foreskin around the slightly flared cockhead. This
made the boy's penis look more like a miniature version of a
mature organ, somehow more intensely and blatantly sexual than a
Greek boy's hooded erection. Dov brought over a stool and then
fetched the wine. As he handed the goblet to the seated Jason,
with his back to Timarcus, Dov shamelessly fingered his little
boner for Jason's visual pleasure. And Jason was mesmerized.

"Jason?" Now it was Timarcus's turn to suppress a grin as the
teenager looked up sheepishly and Dov returned to his master's
side. "I will be leaving Athens early tomorrow morning on a
military mission. The Council has decreed that a detachment of
our navy go to the island of Thasos, which is in rebellion
against the League of Greek States. Thasos will no doubt relent
and pay their assessment after we have sunk a few of their ships.
But I must assume that it will be at least a week before my ship
returns. With my sons grown and burdened with their own
responsibilities, I will depend on you to be the man of the
household. You will stand in my place, consulting with my wife
and with Sohrab, regarding the affairs of the villa. If you need
further counsel, send a message to my elder son and he will
assist you."

Timarcus ran his hand over Dov's baby-smooth ass for a moment
before he spoke again. "You may sleep here in my quarters during
my absence.... And as master of the house, you may freely
exercise your right to bring any of my household slaves to your
bed to pleasure you." With a look back to Danni, still playing
his lyre, he added, "and I would be disappointed if you did not
allow my little twin treasures to show you their special
skills...."

The end.

[To be continued eventually. Please send comments to bil47_new@yahoo.com.]