Date: Sat, 11 Dec 2004 05:07:20 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: Gilgamesh 5 Gilgamesh Part 5 By Bald Hairy Man e-mail bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again remind you that have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and have included no gestures toward common sense either. This story is based on the Sumerian Gilgamesh stories. Please e-mail me if you have any suggestions or comments. The Bulls left and we rested. Dinner came and we feasted on roasted antelope. My musician played the great harp and sang songs dedicated to the search for Enkidu. He chanted of his size and strength. Eventually he sang of our friendship. The head singer was Davidal, a handsome young man. He was slight and elegant, but masculine unlike the eunuchs in the women's quarters. His voice was deep, like the thunder, but sweet, like honey. Enkidu had never heard music before and he was entranced. Davidal was skilled and the harp made unearthly sounds as if heaven itself was singing. Enkidu would growl when certain notes were struck, as if Davidal's fingers were plucking something inside the wild man. The musician was small compared to us and he seemed almost frightened of Enkidu when we first met. He soon relaxed and sang some of the foolish songs of farmers. Enkidu laughed. Davidal joined us when we ate, then gave Enkidu some lessons on the harp. The great harp was beautiful, covered in precious stones and embellished with images and a great bull head. Enkidu was afraid he might break it, but it was strong. Davidal showed him how to strike the chord which Enkidu liked so much. The musician had noticed the effect it had on the wild man. This pleased the giant. The servants brought wine. We drank and ate fruit as Davidal sang. This time the chants were of love. They weren't the wedding songs I heard when I united with the queen, they were songs of men who loved men. Their songs were beautiful and Enkidu learned the words easily. If thunder could sing, it would have sounded like Enkidu. Most singers had high voices. Since most court singers were eunuchs, there was no other possibility. Davidal wasn't a singer as much as he was a poet and maker of odes. He wrote the epic of my father's rule. He could both write the words and create the music. I could tell Davidal was entranced by Enkidu once the wild man began to sing. I think he saw Enkidu as a new instrument. Enkidu sang like no other. It had been long dark when we went to bed. Davidal joined us. He was so small compared to Enkidu and me, I wasn't sure what he could do in bed. Davidal climbed between us and attached himself to Enkidu's organ. He didn't just suck it or lick it. Davidal worshiped it. Enkidu's member was a holy object to the musician, to be venerated. I was fascinated. The two men were so unlike, but they had a bond of some sort. I leaned over and licked Davidal's cock. It was much larger than I expected for such a small man. His ball juices were also very sweet and plentiful. As I sucked, the sweet taste was replaced by the salty and strong taste of man seed. For a moment or so, I wondered if it was right for the musician to shoot his seed into my mouth. He continued to shoot volley after volley. This too was a surprise. The taste of his seed was good. I savored it before I swallowed. Then I rolled over and fell asleep. Sometime during the night, I woke when Davidal sucked my cock. Wanting to sleep, I nevertheless didn't brush him away. In a dream I was one of the sacred cows being miked to insure the fertility of the land. Then I dreamed of a long orgasm. It seemed as if the orgasm continued for half of the night. When I woke the next morning, Davidal was gone, but I knew he would be my bed mate many times. Enkidu was still asleep. Wanting him, I covered my cock in oil and got next to him. He moved. When he realized it was my cock poking at his hole, he shifted and opened his hole for me. My cock slid in deep. He squeezed his ass. We just stayed in bed, linked cock to ass. I would move from time to time and Enkidu would moan. He twitched his ass in small movements. It was after one of these movements I gave up my seed. As I climaxed, I felt his cock. His seed was spurting from his massive head. Cupping my hand, I collected it and then fed it to him. He lapped it up like a kitten its milk. The audiences of this day were long and difficult. A feud between two tribes bubbled to the surface. The dispute had been a thorn in my father's side and now it came to afflict me. The cause was so far in the past no one knew the details, but both sides of the dispute were important allies. Finally I ordered each of the clan leaders to turn his oldest son over to me. "If either of you abandons the truce I order, both sons will die," I commanded. Both of the leaders were enraged at the order. However, I could tell from the reaction of the others at the audience, they thought it was fair. The next supplicants were peasants with petty problems. I dealt with them quickly. I then ordered the throne room cleared for secret reports. My agent in Ur reported. All was well there. The report from Lagash was not as good. The situation was getting worse. The new king was a troublemaker. The world between the two rivers was filled with wealth. Each city prospered under the beneficent gaze of the gods, but one ambitious leader could destroy it all. Our prosperity could not survive war. We were able to unite against the barbarians who lived beyond the land of the two rivers, but an enemy from within was harder to deal with. The strongest man can be felled by a disease even when the strongest man could not defeat him. This was my father's dictum. I understood it now. I would instruct the priest to curse the King of Lagash and set the gods against this man. Curses work best when accompanied with poison, my father said. I talked to my agents about the companions of this upstart. Perhaps he had an unhappy queen or concubine. They knew nothing. I asked them to look into this. They left. The clan leaders returned with their sons. They were good-looking boys. One was full grown. He was muscular, but thin with a full, glossy beard. The beard had a reddish tinge almost like copper. The other boy was younger, with a beard only starting to grow. He was obviously frightened but was trying hard not to show it. He didn't want to disgrace his father. I looked at the older boy. His name was Esaw, and I realized he was as frightened as the younger boy, but hid it better. He would be a good recruit for the bulls. The younger boy reminded me of Davidal. I would give him to the musician to train. The younger boy's name was Jonathan. The fathers left. They were unhappy at losing their sons. That is what I wanted. There needed to be a real threat to keep the clans from fighting. I called Hulcegal and Davidal and gave them the boys. They both liked the gifts. They appreciated the boys and the boys looked happy with the older men. They were less intimidating that Enkidu and me. Afternoon we watched Gilgal's guardsmen exercising. Most were fine swordsmen, but there were fine archers in the group also. Usually their exercises were taken in the palace grounds, I decided to have them put on public displays. There were many foreign merchants in my city. Stories of the strength and prowess of my army would be good. As the sun set, I ate dinner overlooking the exercise yard and the fertile fields of my city in the distance. All could be ruined by the new king of Lagash. I slept uneasily that night. I remembered my father complained he couldn't sleep and had his affliction. Enkidu had gone to spend the night with Hulcegal and I was alone. I could have gone to the harem, but I wanted to enjoy myself. The women's quarters were so filled with gossip and whispers, I couldn't relax. I got up from my bed and walked through the quiet courtyards of my palace. I found Odar sitting with Bilgal on the edge of a pool. I saw both the older man and the boy were erect. "Come to my bed and we will enjoy each other," I said. They followed me. In my bed, I coupled with Odar sucking his cock as he sucked mine. Excited by Bilgal, his genital juices were already flowing. It struck me as strange that such a powerful and fierce man would have such sweet juices. From the way he was sucking, I guessed my juices were flowing too. Bilgal was fingering my ass. His fingers were oiled. I wasn't sure if an ordinary man should be allowed to penetrate my hole. But it felt so good, I decided it must be acceptable. A little while later, it was Bilgal's cock at my ass. I was going to object, but he thrust so quickly, it was deep in my hole before I could speak. I had thought only a cock of Enkidu's size would meet my needs, but that was wrong. The pleasure wasn't quite as intense as with the wild man, but it was good, very good. Bilgal's member fit well and hit many of the places only touched by Enkidu. The feeling was good, but other equally good feeling welled up in my heart. I had many brothers but most were dead either because of disease or treachery. I felt a sense of brotherhood and friendship with Odar and Bilgal I had never felt with mu brothers. They would not inherit the throne if I died, so I also felt safe with them. It pleased me to feel Bilgal's organ in my ass and the thought that he would soon be draining his balls into me strangely excited me. I liked that thought. Odar began to shoot and his seed flooded my mouth. It was only a minute later when he tasted my seed. He swallowed it greedily. My Queen dreaded those times when my seed flooded her womb. She feared my seed might take root and subject her to the rigors of childbirth. Odar and Bilgal had no such fears. We were free to enjoy each other's bodies without the threat of pregnancy, and without worrying about the succession to the throne. I fell asleep. I woke just before dawn, oiled my cock and mounted Bilgal. He resisted briefly until he realized it was I. He then relaxed and my cock slid easily deep into his body. I pulled out when I was too close to shooting. I wanted to hold off. Odar was awake by then and he took my place. He was lying on top of Bilgal, slowly undulating. His ass was wide open, so I took advantage of the opportunity. By the time we heard Ar-Ron's morning prayers, Bilgal had fucked Odar and I had fucked Odar. I had surrendered my ass to them and they had opened theirs to me. We had all done it voluntarily, not because it was required, but because we wanted to share the pleasure. I had felt this way with Enkidu, but didn't know I could feel the same way with ordinary men. The day was spent arranging for military displays. Gilgal was wise in these matters. He had the servants polish the bronze amour to make it shine. He told his soldiers to yell fiercely as they launched their weapons. The display would impress any spies in the city. I called Hilgal to my presence and asked if he knew which men were spies. "I know some, but not all I' afraid," he replied. "Are they a threat?" "I think not, Great King," Hilgal replied. "They know what I wish they would know. I worry about the unknowns." I described my plan to display the army. He approved. "That will help. Perhaps some gifts to our neighbors would be helpful too," Gilgal mused. "Several of your sisters are beautiful. Some of the kings would be greatly honored." "Umma, Mari, Nippur?" I asked. "You can read my mind, Great king," Hilgal replied. "See what you can do," I said. "You become wiser with age, dear Hilgal." "You had shown great favor to my sons and grandson," he said. "We never s receive favor without returning it." He bowed and left. I knew that Gilgal and Bilgal weren't his sons by his primary wife. They might have been were his favored children by his concubines or perhaps the offspring of his brothers. That would make little difference to the head of a clan. While I had been pursuing pleasure, I had also bonded to one of my most powerful advisors. The Sun God favored me. Enkidu returned filled with enthusiasm for the Bulls. He had a good night and they were now companions in arms, brothers. That evening Davidal returned to play for us. He was with Jonathan. Within an instant, I could tell Jonathan loved the musician. Enkidu invited Hulcegal and Esaw to join us. Esaw looked at Hulcegal with eyes filled with pure hero worship. The night was hot, but the shaded courtyard and cool water of my quarters made it much better than you would expect in mid summer. As was typical, the two boys were naked. Normally only older men wore a cod piece or loin cloth, but Enkidu had stripped naked. The young men were looking at his huge organ out of the corner of their eyes. They were afraid to stare. Enkidu wasn't afraid to stare. As a wild man he made no effort to hide his feelings or passions. I had noticed, Enkidu was a natural leader of men, so soon we all were naked, listening to Davidal's songs and joining in on some. Our deep voices sounded entirely differently from that made by the eunuch choirs of the women's quarters. I was surprised when Ar-ron joined us. Accompanying him was a younger priest who I had never seen before. When they saw we were naked, they too stripped. The young priest was half Ar-Ron's age. He had a shaved head, but a thick, curly, glossy beard, and a chest so hairy it almost merged with his beard. He was looking at Enkidu with awe. The young priest's name was Solon. The singing stopped to give the singers a rest and we drank some wine and ate fruit. "The singing is very beautiful," Ar-Ron stated. "The gods would be pleased to be woken with such music. Solon would love to sing a new hymn to the waking sun." Davidal was a court singer, not a part of the temple chorus. Davidal began to sing a song greeting the sun as it rose in the east. Solon looked at Davidal with admiration and began to sing along with the chorus. Davidal would sing a verse then Solon would repeat a chorus. At first only the he two men sang, then Enkidu and Jonathan joined in. The music was mystical. Ar-Ron interrupted them. "We had better stop before the sun rises too early, searching for the beauty," he said. "If the great Gilgamesh will allow, Davidal and Solon can join to make new hymns." "If they can make hymns for the protection of our city as well as praising the gods?" I said. The men sang several other songs. Solon's voice wasn't as deep as Davidal's but it was beautiful too. They took another break to drink. The sun had set and only the moon provided light. Esaw sat next to me with Hulcegal flanking him on the other side. Enkidu sat next to Hulcegal and had his arm around the soldier's shoulders. Hucegal was beginning to get hard. Esaw saw that and was unsure what to do. His cock was also responding to the sexual feelings in the air. The boys cock head had emerged from the sheath, and the moon light glittered on a bead of juice sitting on the slit. The juices had begin to flow in the boy's body. I put my arm around the boy. "It is getting late at night; we have been drinking and singing for hours. Don't be afraid or pleasure," I said. "They are great men, King Gilgamesh," the boy whispered. "Great men feel pleasure too," I replied. "Last night Enkidu ate Hulcegal's seed," Esaw whispered. "He drank it straight from the member as it climaxed." "Were you shocked?" I asked. "At first I though he was drinking urine," Esaw said. "Urine and man seed come from the same organ. When a man urinates on you, he shows contempt. When he feeds you his seed, it is the greatest honor he can give you," I said. "You honor him when you take it. I don't know why the Gods made the same organ play opposite roles." "It's huge," Esaw said. I saw he was looking at my cock. My cock was only partially hard and the skin still covering the cock head. "It's filled with seed too," I said. I reached over and collected the bear of juice from his slit on my finger. I tasted it. "I am a virgin," Esaw said. "Do you want to be a virgin tomorrow when the sun rises?" I asked. "No, great Gilgamesh, I want to be a man," he replied.