Date: Sat, 2 Mar 2019 18:03:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: In the Shadow of the Pyramid, Chapter One

		 IN THE SHADOW OF THE PYRAMID, CHAPTER ONE
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     The light in the room grew slowly brighter. Soon, very soon, the horn
would blow, summoning them first to prayer and then to food, and then to
work. Keotin turned upon his bed, his long, lithe, brown body supple as a
serpent, the lighter area of his buttocks pivoted under him to be replaced
by his thigh, until he turned upon his back, and suddenly his ample breasts
were no longer the highest part of him. I looked at him, judged the
light. The day was just begun, there would be a goodly amount of time. Long
enough, I felt.
     I slipped out of my own bed and over to his. Keotin's manhood was a
tree above his body, strong and proud, the head blooming out of his
foreskin like a purple flower which had yet to blossom, still a bud, still
to be brought to full life.
     I reached out with my tongue and kissed the dewdrop on the top of it,
the salty taste that of life, I lifted back and the thread of it followed
me, binding us together. When I dropped back again, the glistening rope
drooped down to loop itself against the shaft, and I followed it with my
mouth, this time taking all of him, the sleek shaft smelling of musk rather
like that of the asses that brought us provisions from the farms nearby and
that ferried them from the ships that landed at the quay. These provisions
were delivered first, later, the ships from the quarries to the south would
start arriving. By then, we must be on the pyramid, ready to begin our work
anew.
     For now...Keotin was mine. I caught the huge shaft midway down and
gripped tight, pulled upwards. Keotin moaned in his sleep, I knew him well,
knew he would waken slowly as I sucked on him, slowly brought from the
realm of sleep to the kingdom of life, borne upon the boat of pleasure, the
softest, most wonderful ride imaginable.
     Indeed, I moved up and down upon him a score of times before the moans
of his lips spoke not of sleep, but of desire. That impression was
confirmed when his strong hand clasped upon my head and urged me to move
faster.
     "Ummmmm!" he moaned as I did as his hand commanded. "Good morning,
Kephrin." he said to me.
     I smiled as I raised off his now-lubricated cock. "Good morning,
Keotin." I returned.
     "I love to wake up like this." he sighed.
     "I know." I said.
     "Do we have time?" He wanted to know.
     "If we hurry." I agreed.
     He smiled slowly as the sunrise. "We shall hurry."
     I got down on the bed, on my back, for I wanted to watch Keotin as he
climbed on top of me. His cock found my ass as easily as it ever did, and
he pushed it in with the gentleness of long knowledge of my body. It was a
rare day that passed into night and back into day that did not have us
coupling at least once. Usually it was after the evening meal, but
sometimes, the day would call us early enough for this.
     I reached up and felt of Keotin's body as he pushed into me, his
manhood filling me, and I ran my fingers over the muscles of his back just
below his arms, the flesh rippled like the sands as the winds blew upon
them, and as they rippled, they moved the body they controlled, and his
fluid motions slid his body into mine, awakening the connection between us,
and we moaned in concert. Keotin's body knew mine so well, as I knew his. I
was able to move with him and our passions blended into one.
     "Good morning." came the call from the doorway and I looked over to
see my father standing there, watching us.
     I smiled at him as best I could as Keotin fucked me. "Good day, my
father." I said dutifully.
     "I see you are beginning your day early and well." my father said
jokingly.
     "I love waking up Keotin." I said, smiling. "He works so much better
after we take care of this. So do I." And I gasped as my pleasure caught
me.
     Keotin's face softened in delight and his mouth was open, his sweet
breath was blowing upon me like the breezes of spring.
     My heels caught the back of Keotin's legs and I bucked up at him as he
fucked me even fast, bringing me up into the clouds of heaven, I could only
groan. "Ah, ah, Keotin, yes, yes!"
     "Oh, ah, Kephrin, ah, ah!"
     I clutched his back and held on as my climax seized me, and I sprayed
my load upon his taut stomach in a copious flow, splashing as the waters of
the river that had given us birth, and I vented my joy into Keotin's urgent
breaths as he climbed to his own ecstasy.
     As I sagged back from my climax, Keotin gave a long, low groan and he
orgasmed, his hot flow of seed ejaculated into me, and I felt in that
salty, stinging flood the kiss of the gods as they blessed our joining, and
I moaned with my renewed breath my praise of the deities that had created
us thus, to let us have this taste of the delights of paradise that they
enjoyed all the time.
     As Keotin collapsed upon me, my father chuckled, said, "Well, my son,
Keotin, if you two are quite done, we must hurry. The horn has blown
already. If you are not quick, you shall miss your morning meal."
     "It has blown?" I said in surprise. I hadn't heard it, looked at my
lover Keotin, who was similarly startled.
     "A few minutes ago." My father confirmed. "When you two did not rush
to be first in line, I came looking for you. Should have expected you two
to be engaged in the pleasures of the flesh. As soon as both of you entered
your manhood, you have been as insatiable as...." He paused.
     "As insatiable as you?" I teased him.
     My father laughed. "As insatiable as I was, yes."
     "Maybe you could join with me the next time, father of Kephrin."
Keotin offered.
     My father smiled at my lover. "I would enjoy that." My mother was with
the rest of my family back in our home village, only the two of us were
here, at the work commanded by our ruler and our god-on-earth. "Now, you
two boys hurry up, there is much work to be done. We must finish the next
two tiers before the rains begin." When that happened, the flow of blocks
from the quarries would end, the men would return to their villages as
would most of the men here on the pyramid.
     I joined Keotin in rushing into our clothes, a simple wrap around our
bodies, and then tying the belt which held it in place. Our mothers had
made them for us upon our departure from the village, sewing the cloth to
the leather securely, leaving us both free to enjoy the breezes upon our
lower bodies as it was offered by the gods, as well as not causing it to
become disarranged by the movements of our labors.
     Keotin and I both trimmed the stones, they arrived for us cut into
rough blocks, but the stones needed to be fit perfectly into place, much
careful smoothing needed to be done. The stones needed to be completely
snug against each other, otherwise, the motions of the earth as it moved at
times would cause them to collide, thence to crumble and thence to fall, as
has the pyramid of one of the god-kings of a few centuries ago. Our
god-king now upon the throne had decreed that the pyramid built for his
body when he was done with this plane must stand for all eternity.
     Keotin and I got our food, and as we were among the last, had to stuff
our faces as quickly as we could. I watched his strong, handsome face as
his cheeks bloomed out to chew the mixture of cooked grains and shredded
boiled meat, only the best food for the workers upon the tomb of our king!
He smiled as he saw me looking at him, and I smiled back. Keotin is such a
wonderful man. Soon, very soon, he would take a wife and the marvelous
mornings and nights we had enjoyed would come to an end. I would take my
own wife, of course, and there would be the men I met and joined with at
other times, but this time, the time of Keotin and me, that would end. That
saddened me.
     As our morning meals always ended, this one did as we saw the men
dragging the stones up from the quay. Rollers of trimmed wood were placed
ahead of the stone, and more were underneath it. As the stone was pulled
forward, the logs rolled under it, making their work easier. As the logs
came out the back, young men would catch them and run them up to lay them
in front of the stone once more. Between six and ten logs (depending upon
the length of the particular stone being dragged) were thus employed at any
time. Between the twelve men who pulled the stone and the half dozen who
moved the logs, they moved along, slowly but steadily.
     As we always did, Keotin and I waited until the stones reached the
bottom of the long ramps of sand and grass tamped down flat. These ramps
reached around the pyramid, resting partly upon the lower reaches of the
pyramid. When the first stone started up the ramp, Keotin and I began our
own walk. We would get to our stations well ahead of the first stone, ready
to begin our work of trimming it to fit. Keotin and I were only one of
several such groups of workers. We might spend most of the morning working
on a single stone. Once trimmed, we would call for others to lever the
stone up tight against its brother.
     After the capstone was finished, we would begin taking away the ramp,
and as we worked down, we would lay limestone blocks upon the larger
stones, and covering them all with plaster to make the pyramid completely
smooth, a brilliant white just as the tomb of our king-god's father was
just to the west of us. Our pyramid would join him, twin stars resting upon
the desert, an eternal home.
     I stopped at my assigned position. Keotin moved on to his. The first
stone arrived and Keotin's team took charge of it. Mine was the third one
to arrive. We began. And more stones arrived as more teams took up their
job of trimming the stone.
     The day was only well begun. We would work the entire time the sun was
in the sky. Youths brought us fresh blades, fresh hammers, drinks of cool
water. Like a large, harmonious parade of movement, our work on the pyramid
went on. As the day grew hotter, water would be used to cool the
stone. Even so, the day would be long and hot.
     But in the service of his god, what can a man not do? I looked over at
Keotin again. At his muscled, sweet body, moving in its fluid grace as he
swung the hammer upon the stone, his handsome face in a gentle smile, which
my morning had brought for him.
     Smiling myself, I concentrated upon my duties.
     The pyramid awaited us.

                      THE END OF CHAPTER ONE
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