Date: Sun, 19 Feb 2012 21:24:33 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Eros 17

Eros
by: dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


Seventeen:   More adventures

Gany's voice continued:

Don and Sach were still targets of the bad boys.  All of their former
foster brothers and sisters would have been, if anyone had a clue where
they were.  On that score they were coming up with blanks.  All of the
former influenced were exposed and out of jobs.  The few that did know were
untouchable and the others simply did not know.  Don and Sach's whereabouts
were known.  We know they said nothing and would not be asked either, the
bad boys did not know this and probably wouldn't have believed it anyway.

The other day after Damian picked us up at the school, we became aware of
an unannounced escort.  In short, Don told me, "we are being followed and
they are not on our team either.  Damian had me text Ares to let him now we
need, his assistance.  A few minutes later we found ourselves being blocked
by a truck from going ahead and the followers from behind.  Damian and I
traded thoughts on the subject.  He pulled to a stop and told the boys to
lock the doors and not to come out unless he told them it was alright.  We
bailed.

I wasted no time, we didn't think we hand any to waste.  I through several
large ball lighting bolts at the truck.  I bounced them off the ground and
up under the truck setting the fuel tanks on fire, killing all the
electronics and panicking the driver and his sidekick.  In the back of the
truck were several men who came leaping out, all pointing guns at us.  I
pointed my finger at them, lighting bolts struck each of the metal weapons,
rendering them ineffective and badly injuring or killing all of them.

Damian turned to face the SUV behind us.  Several men jumped out and seeing
what had happened to the men in the truck dropped their guns.  That did not
mean no weapons.  Just none that would strike anyone from a distance.  Four
of them rushed us, two at Damian and two at me.  I guess they thought being
a boy and PhD Psychologist we could be easily overpowered.  I kicked the
nearest one squarely in the balls.  He doubled over receiving my knee in
his face.  This sent him back partly into the one behind him.  That slow
him down and allowed me to show him how ancient Greeks did hand to hand
combat.  The paramedics told me they will live but it will take many weeks
for all those broken bones to heal.

Damian is very strong and he is skilled in some eastern marshall art or
another.  He used his foot to brake one's jaw and his hands to kill the
other.  Broke the man's rib and drove the broken bone into his heart all in
one blow.  I was impressed.  So were the cops.  The cops were intending to
arrest us until the bad boys volunteered that they had attacked us as we
claimed.  I think they were sure we would kill them unless they volunteered
that information.  And who knows, they may be right in that assumption.

The paramedics were puzzled by the lightning strikes.  The Fire Department
came to put out the fire.  They were incredulous too but bystanders saw the
ball lighting bounding around.  Ball lighting is known to do that kind of
thing but no one had ever recorded it striking a fuel tank and starting a
fire.

That did not mean no trip to the police station and lots of questions to be
answered.  Don and Sach, being locked in the car, could see everything.
They also recorded everything on their cell phones.  The cops were
incredulous about the lightning.  Damian just shrugged his shoulders as did
I.  He said, "I do not believe in magic.  Science knows of no way any
mortal man can command or direct lighting, without some kind of physical
equipment, which is simply not in existence, at least here and now.

So like the fictional detective Sherlock Holmes said, once all rational
explanations have been eliminated, one is forced to accept the only, not
falsified explanation available, even if it is irrational.  It looks like a
series of coincidences have come together here.  Lightning has been
recorded many times and in many places, that is not directly connected to
storm clouds.  Holding a firearm, is like holding a gulf club, something
about being a great conductor."

I was pleased with how it all went down.  I sure had fun throwing around
the ball lightning.  Zeus is famous for the ordinary kind but even he has
fun with the balls.  I once saw him strike down a group much like throwing
a strike in bowling.  Don't laugh, bowling is a very ancient game, Zeus and
I watched it many times in pre First Kingdom Egypt, pre-Mycenaean Greece,
Norse countries and other places.

[From Wikipedia: "Ball lightning is a proposed atmospheric electrical
phenomenon of which little is known. The term refers to reports of
luminous, usually spherical objects which vary from pea-sized to several
meters in diameter. It is usually associated with thunderstorms, but lasts
considerably longer than the split-second flash of a lightning bolt. Many
of the early reports say that the ball eventually explodes, sometimes with
fatal consequences, leaving behind the odor of sulfur. There are records of
free-floating glowing balls that occur in total absence of
thunderclouds. This occurs commonly in the valley of Hessdalen, Norway.
One recent theory suggests that these light balls (Hessdalen Lights) are
produced by the ionization of air and dust by alpha particles during radon
decay in the dusty atmosphere.

Laboratory experiments have produced effects that are visually similar to
reports of ball lightning, but it is presently unknown whether these are
actually related to any naturally occurring phenomenon. Scientific data on
natural ball lightning are scarce owing to its infrequency and
unpredictability. The presumption of its existence is based on reported
public sightings, and has therefore produced somewhat inconsistent
findings. Given inconsistencies and the lack of reliable data, the true
nature of ball lightning is still unknown."

You see gentle reader, your author does not just make stuff up.  Well he
does, this is a work of fiction, but not everything.  He subscribes to the
idea that the truth is or can be stranger then fiction.  Even my overly
creative and active mind can't make some of this stuff up.]

Eros was pleased with how we handled the situation.  Ares, when he showed
up, about 30 minutes after everything went down, was only disappointed that
we left three alive.  Eros was not, he remind Ares, "Look at it this way
dad, the three alive can now tell the tail and that tail is, do not mess
with the Olympus brothers, it is anything but cost effective.  That is
exactly what we want them to say."

Damian thinks Ares is just being a hard ass.  He is of course, that is what
he does.  Being the god of war is demanding job.  Just think about it.
Humans are always fighting with each other.  It must be as demanding as
Eros' and Damian's jobs.  I mean just think about that.  If people aren't
killing each other they are fucking each other.  Between Ares and Aphrodite
they have human behaviour sowed up.

I had to remind Damian not to even think about it.  Since all the other
gods could read his mind and he their's, better your opinions are well
researched and political.

We were getting ready for the big party.  They call it bisexual.  They can
call it anything they want but it is straight out lustful sex for the sake
of sex and pleasure and nothing more.  The party will be held a local
fitness place where Damian and Eros have held these things before.  Damian
calls them undies parties.

Everyone that comes gets special revealing undies they must put on.  The
games they play are designed to get everyone involved and active.  The
naked or nearly naked young teen flesh was almost to much for even me.
These kids looked great slim, lean, muscled.  The boys all seem to have man
sized cocks too.  Not all the boys and girls had bi-sex experience, the
idea of the games was to give some experience and a willingness to try and
experiment.  It worked.

Just think about it, teens are just as smart as adults.  We are anything
but stupid or foolish, as many think we are.  We just have a way different
risk and reward system, that's all.

I had been fucking Richard for some time now but this was my first
encounter with his girl friend and her first time getting poked by two boys
at once, while eating out another girl and getting fucked by a boy who was
getting fucked by a boy.  I was also amazed at how many adults were
involved, then I probably should not be.  It is only us immortals that do
not age.

Now you all understand none of this is new to me.  I have lost count at
least 7 thousand years ago.  The strange part about it is I desire sex just
a much today as I did the day Zeus took me to his bed.  That desire is not
restricted to immortals, far, far from it.  It is of course far more then
just sex.  It is the emotional connection being made by the participants
that keeps desires high.  The pure physical pleasure, great as that may be,
would not sustain us over such great lengths of time.  It is the emotional
connections between lovers that does that.  Sure the quick fuck is fun and
enjoyed but that enjoyment is simply a period or comma. not a sentence.

Narrator's voice:

Thanks Gany for the comments and descriptions.  I know he could go on for
many more pages but we do have other points of view to consider and a plot
line to get on with.

Speaking of this story's plot.  Following the ball lightning incident, Ares
and the others left town, leaving Damian and Theo more or less holding the
bag.  No one was accusing them of any wrong doing, except the bad boys and
they were having a very difficult time coming up with anything other than
speculation.

Gany and the boys did get Zeus on Skype and as Gany predicted he was easily
convinced to join the party.  Theo was glad to see the old man visit here,
it is the first time in hundreds of years for him to do that.  From the
good time he seemed to have it probably won't be the last.  Gany figured it
was the Skype connection that did the trick.  He knows his lover and knows
he is a sucker for a handsome or pretty face and sexy young teen body.
Skype shows that of course but it also allowed the non verbal clues and
earnestness of the boys to shine through.