Date: Wed, 24 May 2023 14:27:40 +0000 From: JamesJenkins4253 Subject: Caesarion & Antyllus This standalone story is a work of Historical Fiction. It in no way resembles reality or should be considered by any a reflection of Caesarion or Marcus Antonius Antyllus sexualities. If it is not permitted to read homoerotic fiction where you are, stop now. The inspiration for this story came in part after I watched the recent Netflix documentary about Cleopatra VII (which could have been better in my opinion). The life and character of her firstborn son Caesarion has always intrigued me and very quickly I got the idea of writing one pairing him and Mark Antony's son from his previous marriage together. The research I took to write this story is in depth as possible, based in part on homoerotic relationships practiced within Greco-Roman culture. Please support Nifty to keep these stories coming: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Questions/comments: JamesJenkins4253@proton.me Caesarion & Antyllus © James Jenkins 2023 34 BC Royal Palace Alexandria, Egypt He had struggled with the dividing emotions since the time they made love to each other and lost their virginity to each other. They were both sixteen years of age. All the other intimate sessions tended to start the same and usually consisted of the same kissing, stroking and mutual masturbating, each occasion unique and fantastic and always ended in the savvy prince spewing his seed all over his brother's scrotum and smooth white thighs. This sexual encounter with his new Roman stepbrother and he-Ptolemy the XV of his name Caesar, Caesarion to the people of Egypt- had was truly amazing. The scion of Pharaoh Cleopatra VII and Gaius Julius Caesar, the incarnated Horus, could not fully remember the events leading up to their passionate coupling. Their sessions usually started just by being close to each other, watching dancing girls or talking to each other in either of their respective chambers. The crown prince's thoughts turned to this occasion, they were in the Andron (dining room), watching musicians, acrobats and dancers perform after their oratory lessons. The handsome, tawny skinned youth with well-trimmed black hair reclined on one of the klinÄ", Antyllus was lying on his stomach on the couch in front of Caesarion, his head rested on his right hand to view the performers the prince had been gifted by his mother. The light-skinned Roman youth wore his white tunic and a large red toga both finished off with golden embroidered borders, and leather soleae (sandals). The hemline of his tunic ended at mid-thigh length. Antyllus had a rather provocative habit of spreading his legs and bending his knees to swing them as if he was swimming in the bath when watching the scantily clad Nubian dancers in this position. This gave the eye-catching youth a perfect view of his subligaculum covered ass! The prince instantly felt his cock stiffen as Caesarion gazed at those soft but firm legs. He was also an accomplished swordfighter, always besting his brother first, second or third position in races. Antyllus legs were perfectly toned for a boy his age. It seemed unfathomable that he was doing this intentionally, but it was undeniably arousing the prince! Yes, Caesarion was attracted to his stepbrother and could not deny his feelings for him. Transfixed, he sat watching his brother's ass and perfect legs for a while, with each sexy movement Caesarion was growing evermore aroused. By now his cock was solid as a stone, sexually charged energy flowing like a flash flood through his body, filling with the youth with confidence. Caesarion could wait no longer, he had to seize the moment now! Caesarion emerged from the klinÄ" (couch) he was sitting on and shifted over to his brother, he sat down between the open legs. Caesarion then leant forward and pressed his body on top of his lover, his cock pressing into that fine tunic covered ass. The boy shifted his legs wider to gain more purchase on the floor and bucked his ass hard into the prince's lap. "Fuck off!" Marcus Antonius Antyllus shouted at him. He sounded enraged as a provoked asp, but he half turned under his brother, gave the teaser a naughty smile and winked at him. That was all the "Heir of the god who saves" needed to know that he had permission to proceed. Spiritedly, Caesarion leant forward to kiss the Roman gently on the lips, he softly kissed him back, "I am mad for you," the prince whispered to him. "I adore you as well," he replied. Antyllus had never said that to the prince before, those words filled his heart with impassioned excitement. Caesarion slipped his hands under the tunic to feel his muscles through the linen. His muscles were a bit more evident now, Caesarion assumed through gymnasium sessions, they felt wonderfully soft but firm in his hands, yet again tipped as a warship by bronze hard rosy beaks. Snickering, Caesarion kneaded and caressed his admirable linen covered body, pinching his nipples between fingers and thumbs. Antyllus began to move his fine ass into the prince's lap, moving back and forth as if he would do when he masturbated when lying on his stomach. Caesarion's cock was straining at his opening, the prince was desperate to release it and rub it all over his brother's scrotum again. In a beat, Caesarion released his caressing left hand off Antyllus torso and moved to the small gap, he fumbled with it for a few moments, struggling to undo it then finally opening it, reaching inside his subligaculum, pulling his cock free. Licking his lips, Caesarion lifted the tunic up over his round firm ass, exposing his linen subligaculum. He tugged at the material, pulling them down. The prince uncovered two almost peach white, perfectly formed, athletic buttocks. The prince shifted up on his knees, placed both hands on the warm bum cheeks and began to caress them. Antyllus pushed his ass into the loving grip, Caesarion felt his stiff muscles collide and release in his own hands. Antyllus turned around to catch his brother looking lustfully at his fine ass. "Let us hasten upstairs, to your chamber this time." Caesarion stood up, his cock standing out directly from the open fly, Antyllus rolled over, removed his subligaculum, and parted his legs revealing his young hairy scrotum. Caesarion got back on his knees, placed his cock on the other youth's scrotum and began to stroke the Roman's outer rim with the tip of his cock. "Make haste now, brother! A most favorable surprise I have prepared for you!" Antyllus said in an authoritatively firm tone, much likened to his titan of a father. Intrigued, Caesarion stood up again, Antyllus shuffled to his feet, grabbing his subligaculum as he got up. He left the room, the prince followed him out, and they walked up the stairs to the prince's chamber. The grinning Roman stopped in front of the bedchamber on the landing, kissed him and said, "See yourself undressed, I will return in a brief moment." Aware his servants would alert him of any interruptions, Caesarion walked into his chamber, tore off his blue tunic as quick as possible and jumped on the ebony-carved bed. Eagerly stroking his cock as he wondered what his eventual gift was going to be. He could hear the opening and closing of ornate cedar chests, Caesarion assumed he was dressing up, yet could not be fully certain. The prince heard him walking across the corridor to his chamber. Caesarion stood up to meet him at the entrance. Antyllus appeared at the doorway to the bed chamber wearing silk clothing, purple and gold, long tunics covering his arms and legs. The jovial youth pulled a pose worthy of an Olympic athlete, hips to one side, pushed his hair back slightly above his head, looked at the prince with his alluring blue eyes and blew the prince a kiss. The following deed he performed took the prince's breath away, he regained a normal standing pose, legs slightly parted. Antyllus then took hold of the robe at the hem and pulled it up slowly, revealing his sweaty, hairy passage! Then Caesarion noticed the sandal straps he had readied, they were not well tied, leather sandals with X crossing straps, they looked a bit odd but by the gods, he was still bewitching! The awestruck prince walked forward, held the boy in his arms, they stood there hugging for a while then he began to massage him through the tunic. The prince's hands neared towards his ass cheeks, Caesarion loved Antyllus ass, but he loved his hole even more, Caesarion was adamant to feel the warm gates again. His left hand creeped down to his brother's hairy crotch, the youth cupped it gently and pressed his index finger on the shaft of his manhood. The prince touched Antyllus cock, the prince slowly circled it with his finger, the slick wet tunnel easing the invasion. Antyllus held him tight as Caesarion was excited by his brother's tight ass, their breathing growing debauched. The fervent boy kissed him again, this time full on, his tongue plunging into the lustful one's mouth. Caesarion pulled at the ties holding his robe together at the waist. The flimsy linen veil fell open to expose his appetizing warm apricot white body, his nipples were half erect and slightly inflamed, the prince moved his right hand up to the left of the torso and gently stroked it. Caesarion released his mouth from his brother's kiss and moved down to the groin, the prince extended his tongue to the transfixed boy's waiting nipple. The prince felt it tingle as his tongue reached its target. A soft moan escaped Antyllus mouth as Caesarion increased his oral worship and lapping. The Roman youth pushed his lover backwards to the bed; Caesarion lost his balance and fell on the bed. Antyllus then climbed on top of the prince as if he was going to mount the impressive cock but shifted his position, so the large cock landed on his crack. "I want you to ravish me!" Antyllus said in tone the seed of the Divine Auset never heard him use before. "By the gods, are you certain of this?" Caesarion replied in almost utter disbelief, not quite believing what he had just heard. "Yes!" he replied "I want to know the feeling of another man's warmth; I am a man-I am prepared." Atyllus then stood up, removed the tunic fully. That was all the rousing inspiration Caesarion needed, his handsome brother was standing in front of him, fully naked except for hastily tied sandal straps, he looked so gorgeous, he had to have him! Antyllus laid on the bed beside him, put his hand on the impatient cock and slowly stroked him to an even harder state. The prince was in a Bacchanalian bliss, Caesarion could wait no longer, he was about to lose his virginity to his beauteous adoptive brother. He lowered his head to his brother's chest again and possessively sucked on Antyllus nipples, driving a finger in his flamingly hot and willing hole. His crevice felt so hot and wet, he had to have his brother now before the future Pharaoh got too excited and came rapidly as Caesarion usually did. This was his chance to deliver his seed into a real man's ass! By now he was horny, and his inner tidal pool had opened fully. The prince shifted his position so he could place his cock on the shuddering boy's hot anal walls. Caesarion took hold of his cock and slid it up and down the youth's meaty wetness, Antyllus gave a little squeal as his brother did this. In turn, Caesarion moved forward on his hands and nudged the tight passage with his cock, the feeling of a hot wet virgin hole on the end of his manhood was exhilarating! The instinct to push to reach the pinnacle of pleasure fully consumed his mind, body, and soul. The prince pushed his cock slowly into his mouthwatering brother's scrotum. Antyllus eyes widened with the shock of the cock entering him, Caesarion was about a quarter the way in and still pushing. "AAHH! You are the size of a steed!" Antyllus exclaimed. "Do you wish for me to stop?" Caesarion asked. "No, move in gently, the pain will be slight," the Roman youth answered. The prince leaned forward, slid his arms under the shoulder blades and held onto his lover's shoulders with his upturned palms. Caesarion slowly began to push his cock inside Antyllus again, he was so tight, indescribable feelings were burning as a furnace in the youth's groin again, Caesarion knew what it meant, his cock was about to erupt in his brother's virgin yet still youthful hole! "Ahhh yes, feels wonderful!" the euphoric boy said, "More I beg you- faster!" Caesarion increased his movements as his breathing became erratic, each stroke driving him on the collision course to his eventual orgasm! "Gods, I am near!" Caesarion panted as he bucked into dampened hairy scrotum. "Ravish me, slay me, fuck me!" Antyllus repeated as he grabbed both legs and pulled them open as wide as they would go, a short space separating each tanned white, sweat saturated leg. Caesarion shifted his position to view his cock on its first conquest, the sight he saw was glorious! In between two beautiful stretched out legs was a soaking wet, soft darkish hair covered virgin scrotum, the lips fully opened exposing his inner passage, above his anal lips was a shimmering pearl-colored drop of seed just seeping out from his cock. Antyllus released his legs and moved both hands down to his crevice, he spread the outer lips wide, fully exposing his gateway. Antyllus then began to masturbate to stimulate his own orgasm, Caesarion had witnessed him do this in private a few times before, but each time was a bewitching sight to behold. Antyllus right hand was almost a blur as he continued to masturbate his engorged cock. His chest rising and falling heavily with each panting breath, his firm cock moving with pendulum-like motion as they ground against each other. Antyllus eyes closed tightly, his mouth open drawing in breath hard as Caesarion pushed harder and harder into his ass. Then suddenly, his eyes opened widely, drew in a long heavy breath then exhaled a long luridly exciting sentence "FUCK.... THE.... GODS!" Antyllus was spewing his load on his lover's cock! Caesarion could not hold on a second longer, he gave one final push, maelstrom orgasm exploding in his testicles. "I am close! I am near! I will flood you! I am flooding you!............Oh great Eros!" Caesarion shouted and bit harshly down on his lower lip. "Oh, gods yes! I love you; I crave you; I want you!" Antyllus shouted as he orgasmed. The prince's cock erupted in the hot, slick softness, Caesarion gazed into his brother's blue eyes as he filled his scrotum with marble white seed. Antyllus noticed the lustful gaze and pulled their faces closer and drove his tongue into that honey-tasting mouth, their tongues entwined. They continued to push against each other as their thundering onslaught subsided. Then almost as swiftly as their orgasms began, they finally ceased. Both youths laid in the same position for several more minutes, holding each other, kissing, and stroking. "I love you more than my voice can give words, that was divine!" Antyllus said as he held his beloved's face in his strong yet delicate hands. "By Min's grace it was. Yes, we have truly become men now!" Caesarion exclaimed. Antyllus let out a slight laugh then with one final kiss he then gently pushed his lover off and said, "We should cleanse ourselves before father and mother expect us at the banquet this evening." Caesarion returned his kiss and said, "I await the day, a torture to wait till the right time permits it!" "As do I," Antyllus replied. Caesarion eased himself off his brother's sweaty lean body, his spent cock slipped out of the panting boy's ass followed by a small amount of thick white seed. Antyllus began to rise, there was a squelching wet flatus-like sound and a stream of the prince's seed poured out of his hole. They looked at each other in confounded fascination and erupted into delightful laughter.