Date: Sun, 27 Jul 2003 23:00:19 +0100
From: Leopoldo Perdomo <leopoldo@perdomo.com>
Subject: ZEUS AND GANYMEDES  (Mythological love story)

DISCLAIMER:
     The following story has explicit homosexual scenes among the ancient
god Zeus and a young man ephebe called Ganymedes.  If you abhor or dislike
such stories you must go out of here; if you are a minor or if it is
illegal in your state or country to read such homosexual stories between a
god and a minor of age, then get out of the place.


                         THE SEDUCTION OF GANYMEDES

     I am going to tell you a story of a fabulous time.  This happened when
the gods were walking on the earth.  Once upon this time there was a very
handsome prince, the firstborn son of a fabulous king named Tros.  This one
was the founder of the very city of Troy.  The prince was named Ganymedes,
and this a cause for countless controversies among expert linguists.  Some
of them say that means "the one who enjoys deceit", others say it means
"the one who enjoys the virility".  Well, some others say that his name
means "the one who is a quaint young man".  Any way, he was a clever
and fine ephebe that was training in the arts of the war with a famous
warrior paedotribe named Eraclito.  This one was a coach so famous that he
was able to turn a young boy into a hardy young warrior in five or six months.

     After training for some time in the gymnasium and the stadium,
Ganymedes was very good at wrestling, throwing the javelin, running on foot
and throwing the disk.  He also was fond of horses and riding.  When he was
ready, he went with his coach very far into the desert for every young
warrior had to learn the all arts and mysteries of survival in the
wilderness.  So once there, Eraclito was teaching the young man many useful
and elementary tasks such how to steal livestock in the night or how to
  butcher and roast a sheep.  Also the young man had to learn how to put
traps on the trails of the rabbits, how to catch lizards, birds, cicadas
and all kinds of food available in the wilderness to roast and eat.
Eraclito also taught the boy how to watch carefully the flight of the
birds, for they can show us where is the water, where the springs of the
desert are hiding.  He even taught the boy how to make a fire with two
flint stones and a little dry grass.  The boy was repeating the task
everyday until he was able to make the fire in a very short time.

     With every day passing in the wild, Eraclito was falling with a
craving for the handsome prince.  He saw him everyday, while he was bending
over to beat the flint stones to make a fire and was entranced and
slobbering while he was looking at his noble and protruding rear.  The
coach was also giving the boy some hints about the state of his desires.
He was hoping that the young man were aware of the bulging that was showing
under his short tunic.  But it seemed the boy was unaware of powerful hard
longing of the famous paedotribe.  He used all the ruses and tricks of the
coaching art to make the boy pliable to his desires with no visible results.

     At the hour of most heat they were resting in a cool cave where they
sometimes took a nap.  Sometimes the coach caressed the young man with
great care trying to soften his iron refuse.  Even a few times he was
fondling him on his soft part until it started to awake and got very hard
but nothing happened.  The coach had even kneeled before the boy to worship
the taut part him with his loving lips.  But all his tender works failed in
the purpose of bending down his supple waist.  The coach put often his hand
on the rear cheeks of the boy trying to do his best but in vain.

  He could no force the will of young prince because this behavior was
unbecoming of a famous coach.  Moreover, the boy was a noble prince and the
favorite son of the great King Tros.  That is, in some cases we had to keep
some manners.  He had the duty of enriching the young prince not only with
the wisdom of a warrior, he had also the duty to fill him with his own
manly virtues.  To achieve this aim the coach had to convince the boy to
bend down at sunrise time, noon and evening, for this was the customary
position to inject into his body the manly virtues that had to produce
a fierce and wise warrior.  But time was passing and Eroclito was failing
in his persuasive charms with the boy.

     All this training was happening from the springtime to the middle of a
hot summer.  One day that the coach was slumbering in a cool cave, the boy
went out to have a look at the traps for he was feeling hunger.  He was
walking in the hot desert at noon when the boy saw a weird figure into the
distance.  He could no distinguish his form because the air was flickering
with the heat of the sun.

     The famous coach had failed in his purpose because Mighty Zeus, the
god of thunder, was often watching with delight at the young prince
crouching over his knees to make a fire.  While the god was watching he
felt a longing for the tender flesh of the ephebe.  So he made the young
boy to feel certain aloofness in regard of his coach.  Some minutes later,
the god made the coach to feel a mighty sleepiness, so, after entering the
cave, Eraclito felt into a deep slumber.  The prince was inspired by the
god to feel hunger and so he went out to watch for the traps.

     This was the moment when the God of Thunder relished the sigh of the
naked beauty of young Ganymedes.  He was walking under the sun at noon
wearing only a scant tunic.  Inflamed by a sudden passion, Zeus approached
carefully to the boy.  He had disguised himself with the feathers of great
eagle to hide the glaring image of his body.  In this way, the god tried
not to fright the ephebe.  The unusual sight stunned the young boy.  So he
remained motionless and relaxed, almost melting inside, before the presence
of an unknown god.
    Zeus approached slowly admiring his beauty and took him in his arms and
went off travelling across the ethereal space.  During the flight the boy
was in a kind of stunned pleasure state and all the fibers of his body were
softening by the heat of the divine longing.

     In just a moment, they were flying over the summer clouds and arrived
to a secret cavern the god had in the Mount Olympus.  Once there, Zeus let
the young man softly on a floor that was covered with softer carpets.  Then
proceeded to take out slowly all the feathers of his body.  The boy was
passing from amazement to an awed state, while the divine feathers were
disappearing and the mighty god was revealing the shining muscles of his
mighty body.  The boy was stunned with the wonder sight and his inner
fibers were melting with the heat of an undefined craving.

     Once naked, the god took the boy into his arms and rubbed his body
slowly all over his divine skin.  This way the body of the ephebe was
looking like a shining jewel.  The boy was melting with the heat that was
beaming from the god's desire of tireless penetrations.

     I have to say that nobody else was ever in his secret cave.  But thanks
to the light of the faith, and the great advances of philosophical
thinking, we know that the divine body was shining in all directions.  The
cavern was glowing with a white flickering light.  Little can we tell about
the varied pleasures of The Mighty God with the boy for they were hiding in
the cavern.  If the god were willing, everybody would have watched the
details of his powerful love; for he would have done it before the eyes of
the faithful on his very temple.  He even could had done it everywhere, on
a beach, on a meadow or in a crowded market, or in the Agora of Athens at
noon.

     Sometimes, one can not avoid but to wonder what happened in that
cavern.  Even the poets have never dared to tell us a single word or the
minor detail of this event.  You only need to know that Zeus was pleased so
much with the sweet boy and made him immortal.  In this manner the boy was
going to remain young forever.  That is, it will never appear in his face
any beard at all, like it happens with our mortals lovers, that we have to
let them go away when one is more in love.  Ganymedes would never had to
pass through the obliged stages of maturity, old age, pain or death.  There
in the sky, in the warm nights of the summer, you can watch his stars.
They are drawing there the figure of young Ganymedes pouring wine in the
goblets of the gods.  But, now some people had mistaken the meaning of this
old picture and they call it Aquarius.  The man that pours water from an
amphora.  They are all wrong.

     I was disturbed during years by a unquenchable thirst of knowledge.
This was until I met an acquaintance of a friend who told me about the
Eleusinian Mysteries.  He said that any "mystai" of Eleusis could have
visions about the gods in the Olympus.  This all happens in the temple of
goddess Demeter.  He assured me that this phenomenon was real and that he
was there several times and that he is a witness of this.  Then he began to
tell me the story with so many details that I have to confess that I
believed him. Some time later I was there, with a bunch o people, preparing
for the mysteries in a secluded place on the shore, near Athens.  First we
made a diet for two weeks and listened to countless talks then all was
followed by a week of fasting.  Then in the eve of the pilgrimage we made a
purification bath in the sea.

     The next morning we started a procession on our bare feet from the
sanctuary of Demeter in shore of Athens to her main temple in Eleusis.  The
journey was a rather hard one for I was not used to walk barefoot, like the
shepherds or the poor people.  My feet and those of many pilgrims were sore
and bleeding.  We arrived to the temple very tired when the sun was
setting.  We were clad in white tunics and entered the temple singing an
hymn in honor of the goddess.  Once inside the temple, we had to sleep on
the bare floor without eating or drinking anything.  The next day we
continued with the fasting inside the temple.  Only a little water they
gave us.  We were resting there sitting on the floor in silence.  Sometimes
a priestess came to the place and gave us a religious talk about the
mysteries.  We had to take an oath of secrecy about what we could hear or
see in this place.  Not even we could talk with other mystai about our
personal visions.  For each one sees something different from others.
Someone who had been several times into this told me whispering that this
very night we were going to drink the holy water.
    "Holy water?"  I asked him.
    "They use some big bonze craters with water and a type of barley,
that grows a the mountains nearby."
    "Barley?" I did ask.
    "Yes. They let the barley soaking in water for a whole day and a night."
    "Soaking in water?"
    "Yes.  We drink this holy water from goddess Demeter."
    "Is it only water?"
    "Barley water.  This makes see the gods and chat with them in Olympus"

    I am sure that I am boring you with so many details but I beg you to
have a little patience.

    The following night we were in total darkness inside the temple.
Several deaconess were moving among the initiates, the "mystai" as they
called us.  We were rather confused in the darkness for we could see
nothing at all and we were bumping on each other as soon as we moved a few
steps.  Then came the priestess with an aid that carried a little lamp in
her hand.  The priestess gave me a big ceramic cup and poured on it the
holy water saying:  "Drink it all slowly and do not spill any single drop".

   The cup was of big size and I began to drink all the water slowly.  There
was an utter silence in the temple and a total darkness.  I had drunk about
  a third of the holy water when I started to see some lights of several
colors that were flickering in the darkness.  Anywhere I was looking I was
watching the same flickering lights.  I continued sipping the holy water
for the deaconess told me  "Drink it all slowly and do not spill a single
drop".

  I had drunk about half the cup  when I began to see sunny lands of ripe
wheat waving in a breeze.  The lands began to change slowly and I was like
floating over them, like if I were flying.

     I was feeling a little dizziness but I felt a kind of wellbeing.  My
eyes were wide open as the lands were passing before my sight.  I was
sipping slowly and the cup  was nearly empty when I began to see a mountain
not far off.  An inner voice was telling me that this must be the Olympus
mountain and my heart was running faster.

     Then I gulped the remaining holy water for I was very interested in
the visions I was expecting to have.  Sometimes I was struck by lot of
exploding flashes of multicolored lights.  My heart was thumping heavily.
  Then after a while I began to see the Olympian gods.  The were chatting
in small groups or walking on the paths of the holy mountain.  Then I saw
a young man carrying a small amphora with wine.  He stopped for a moment
to pour wine into the goblet of a god.

     I was invisible floating around the place when I could watch the boy
at a short distance.  It was the cutest boy I had ever seen.  He had a
long and curly hair of a golden color that was shinning with the light
of the sun.  Watching his face you could see his thick lips of the pink
tanned color.  His cheeks were of a tanned pink shade and his skin was...
  I could not say a pure white, for it had a light tanned and pinkish color.
  My invisible soul approached to the face of the boy and I could see he
had a delicious golden fuzz on his upper lip and chin.  Then a mighty
figure appeared and I thought in awe "Oh! Is He!".  I turned my glance to a
side as a caution.  For you could not look at the face of a god so mighty.
I got enough time to see that the god had made a discreet sign with his
hand to the young Ganymedes.  He let the amphora at once on the floor and
went after the Mighty Zeus.  I saw them walking side by side and my soul
went after them flying on the thin air till they entered inside the cave.

     Soon I realized that my mind was also inside the cave.  There I was,
watching them in a cave with a light that do not produced any shade.  Then
the god took the young man in his arms and rose him in the air.  They
were now face to face the god and the cute boy.  He was watching his pretty
face for a moment and their lips met.  I watched the boy with his feet
on the air and shaking with love.  Then the god put the ephebe on the floor
and made a sign that only the boy understood.  At once he was pulling out
his tunic, turned over himself and bent down his body.  The boy had put
his hands on the floor and the God of Thunder rose the boy by his hips in
the air and turned him upside down to watch his loving ass carefully at a
short distance.  I could see the delighted eyes of the god watching his
most valued possession.  He then kissed it there with the utmost devotion
and smelled the fragrance of his pink pucker with delight.  Then he moved
back his head and watched again at it with a great pleasure.  I was also
gratified with the sight of the wonderful ass, for it was the most
marvelous sight a mortal could ever watch.  The very hole of pleasures was
tightly closed.  And around the precious closed door, there was a pinky
shade of flowering fine wrinkles that pointed to the pleasant center.  I
could see, a little farther from this point, a crown of shining golden
fuzz, so fine, that it was almost invisible.  The god passed a long time
relishing the sight of such wonder.  The young man was with his smiling
head upside down and his hands were also hanging on the air.  It seemed to
me that the boy was very pleased with the worshiping of his divine lover.

     Then Zeus put the boy on his feet and he turned again facing the Divine
Thunder.  The boy was spellbound and watching the huge chest of the god
that had his powerful pectorals bulging.  The divine stomach was showing
also strong muscles.  Then the god made a sign of sorts, or a wink with his
eyes, and the boy kneeled before him looking at the divine member.  The boy
was watching entranced for this was the biggest member in the Olympus, for
you could not imagine otherwise;  Zeus is the Mightiest, the Best and the
Major among all the gods.  So I thought that the member of Zeus had to be
proportional to his rank.  With the worshiping of the boy, the member
started to rise steadily until it was pointing towards the mouth of the
immortal ephebe.  I can not tell much about the beauty of the god's member
for I was spellbound by the sight of it.  Even today, after so many years,
I began to stammer when I tried to say some words about it.  The boy was
also enthralled by the sight of the holy head; for it was of a thickness
much greater than the holy member.

     Thanks to a miracle that Zeus performs each time, Ganymedes can open
widely his mouth.  Then it stretches in a wonderful manner to take the
huge head of the god in his lips, relishing a loving hug of it.  The
immortal boy was showing in his face the pleasure he is getting at sucking
the divine knob.

     So his lips were pressing the sacred head and, from time to time,
the immortal boy took out the object of worship to have an admiring look.
  The holy piece was shinning and powerful.  It had a pink color with a
shade of being tanned by the sunrays of the Olympus Mountain.  For only
a few people know that the Mighty Zeus use to sunbathe naked in the
holy mountain.  So the boy enjoyed the sight of the mighty head for
it was shining and wet with the saliva of the ephebe.  Sometimes, the
God of Thunder put his hand on the back of the boy's head and pressed
it a little towards his sacred piece.  He laughed tenderly at seeing the
boy was choking with the huge chunk that entered in his mouth.  But it
was only a divine joke, nothing more than a joke.  The boy resumed his
duties to please the god and sometimes made a willing effort to take
into his mouth as much a part of the divine member as he could take.
But he never achieves to take inside more than half its length; but
the god appreciates with a smile the willingness of the boy and his
loving diligence.

     The Mighty One was pleased with this part of the play and he made
a sign with his hand and the boy let off his sucking duty.  Then the
boy turned and made a bow in reverse showing his protruding ass like
an offering.  The god took the boy and put over a table covered by
thick woolen carpets and pressed him to bend down farther.  The boy was
at the right level now and the god held him with both hands by his waist.
  The divine head of the member was shining with an automatic lubricating
precum and started to push.  I was amazed at seeing his big head
pressing there but suddenly it entered a little into the pleasant hole.
  The boy made a cry of surprise and the immortal hole was stretching
with the mighty penetration.  The god had made a miracle here for all
this stretching instead of being a painful experience it is a pleasant
one.  And you could see watching the face of the boy that he was
enjoying the divine bulk of the head inside his body.  Even the god was
smiling with pleasure feeling the tightness of the immortal ass.

     The god was then sliding to and fro then he pushed farther in.
I was amazed to see that half the length had entered already.

     The boy was enjoying the divine bulk inside his body.  He was gasping
and smiling at the same time.  It was clear that he was enjoying the great
stretching the mighty member was producing in his rear.  The god was
playing for a while and then slid the whole length of the piece into the
ass of young Ganymedes.  I was amazed by the divine feat, for only the
miraculous power a god, as mighty as Zeus, could have done such a feat
so easily.  Then the god proceed to move in the known way in and out of
the place, for in that play the gods are similar to us, the mortal humans.
  He was playing for an hour coming and going inside the boy's ass when
suddenly he though about something else.  Then he started to ejaculate
inside the boy.  I could see the boy's face, full of happiness, feeling
the powerful spurts of hot cum inside his body.  The god was very liberal
and was outpouring all his mighty desires inside the young man.  And the
boy was aware that the god was filling his inner cavities.  He felt the
pleasant heat of the divine fluids inside him and it was showing in his
happy face the bliss of an eternal smile.  After a time the god had
spurted all his love desires into the body of young Ganymedes.  The god
was pleased with the young boy and recalled some duties he had pending
in Crete.  Then he gave the young man a slap in his rear cheeks and went
out of the cavern, disappearing into the ethereal spaces in a short of
lightning.

     All you had seen here, on the lands of the mortal humans, that some
privileged lads are showing a permanent smile in their faces for the
same reason.  Their entrails are filled daily with the love fluids of
a man well endowed and generous in milky fluids.

     I am not amazed that all the Olympian gods had a pleasure in the
sight of such a lovely boy.  For after being filled with the love
desires of the Mightiest, the more horny and powerful among the gods,
he looks very full and radiant all the time.  And everybody could
enjoy his shinning, so the more beautiful goddess are jealous of this
lad.  I imagine that he must be leaking the juices of love in his
tender rear spot for days.  And his skin is always shinning happiness
and joy for the Mighty is always horny and replenish the young man
with his love desires.

     It was much later on that I was thinking a bit a theology about the
visions I had in the temple of Demeter.  Then I had to conclude that the
ass of the young boy has to have a miraculous virtue.  It can stretch
his opening very much to take in the member of his divine lover, but it
can also turn it into his former state; I mean after he accomplishes his
duties before the god.  For the joy door of the immortal boy must be tight
as much as it is needed to produce the expected delights in his divine
lover.  But it had to stretch enough to accommodate an space for the
divine member.  And that stretching can not work either against the
expected tightness that is needed for such a service.

     Many ages after all this, the Virtue of Modesty was arguing with the
gods that she did not like the idea of having a young man in the Olympus
for so long time unemployed.  The faithful would keep wondering "what does
this lad doing on the Olympus?  For it is clear that he is not a god.  He
is immortal, yes, but not a god."  With this kind of arguments and some
persistence she convinced Zeus to give him an kind of office, so he made
him a goblet filler.  So he has become a role model for all our young lads
that are filling our goblets with wine in our symposiums and dinners.
Sometimes, we feel a surge of lust and we take one of these boys into our
arms and bring him to a cubicle where we try to emulate the pleasures of
the gods with our own blood and flesh.  And the boys are happy for we fill
them with the gifts of our virile ejaculations to enrich them and made them
grow up strong and healthy.

     So it is that we can see the young Ganymedes painted in the fine
dishware and craters of all the world.  So by this foresight of the Virtue
of Modesty we are not allowed to draw or paint the boy on a bend down
position or showing up his sweet rear in an unseemly pose.  That is the
reason we all have watched these fine plates and bowls that show the
handsome ephebe pouring wine into the goblets of the gods.  During the hot
summer nights, while we are enjoying the fresh, we can see in the sky a
drawing of him in the stars.  You can see Ganymedes, up there, pouring wine
from his amphora.  Some even say that they see him among the stars in a
more exciting of lust position we all cherish.


     The father of the young warrior was very upset when he heard of the
loss of his favorite son and Zeus felt pity of him.  Then he sent a message
by means of Ares, a Tracian young god very well suited for the task.  The
God of Thunder sent to king Tros a vine of gold full of hanging clusters of
grapes with innumerable leaves.  The golden vine and bunches of grapes were
all made of pure solid gold.  This masterpiece was made by Hefaistos, the
Olympian smith, at the request of Zeus.

     It seemed to Zeus not enough of a gift then he added two precious proud
stallions that never rested quite but were continually rearing up.  These
were stallions of a very rare coat; as they had not the slightest dark spot
on them and were as white as snow.

     The divine messenger, Ares, told the king that his son was happy and
immortal, and highly priced by his beauty.  In this very sense he is well
compared even to the goddesses.  Also he told that his son was serving in
the Olympus pouring wine into the goblets of the gods.  Goblets, all you
know, that are made with the most pure and shining gold of the world.

     With these words full of wisdom and sweetness, Herondonte ended his
tale.  After a while, our host made a sign with his hand and then the
dancers and flutist entered to the room.  And we all were ready to enjoy
the best music and dance that can be enjoy in the island of Lesbos.

     Hoffer Dom

     July 25, 2003

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