Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2018 15:20:08 -0500
From: Tripp Savidge <trippsavidge@gmail.com>
Subject: Bacchus Springs, Chapter 5: The Cool Down

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Bacchus Springs
Chapter 5: The Cool Down
by Tripp Savidge

From the Author: Please note that the Point of View changes by scene and
is indicated by the character's name under the scene number.


*   Scene 1   *
David Martinez

I watched from the front window as the gorgeous young man walked down the
sidewalk after leaving the house. I was a bit shaken. These new abilities
were going to take a while to get used to. Not only could I smell him, I
knew every lustful thought that ran through his head. And his thoughts
about what he wanted to do with me had almost pushed me over the edge.
Worse, I wanted to fulfill every one of his fantasies. Damn, this was
going to be tough.

I walked back into the main room to see Jon still standing at the door.
"You okay?"

Jon turned, and I wondered if he was having similar struggles. He looked
stunned.

"That was so... weird."

"What was?"

"You saying you didn't feel anything, didn't smell anything, no
reactions? Nothing? Remember, Dad; we agreed to be honest with each
other."

"I'd rather you shared first," I said with a nervous laugh. "Who was he
anyway? I mean, I got that he's Ben's brother and Brad Donaldson's son.
But how do you know him?"

Jon gave me a surprised look then moved over and slumped down on the
couch. "He's the reason I knew I was gay."

"You and he..." I said sitting down on the other end of the couch.

"Oh. No." Jon said, laughing.

He proceeded to tell me how he'd run into the guy at school and his
subsequent obsession, seeing him when we arrived in Bacchus Springs and
all the assumptions he'd made.

"...so, it was a bit of a surprise to see him show up on our doorstep.
With flowers. Declare he likes guys and asks me out," Jon said.

"And?"

"And whatever they did to us is seriously messing with my head... and my
dick. Dad, it took every bit of my self-control not to strip him naked
and fuck him in the front hall! I 'know' he wanted me to do it. Oh... I
also 'know' what he thought about you."

Jon gave me a smoldering look, and I felt my pulse quicken, and my cock
chub as Jon had his own thoughts of seducing me. Of course, I knew it
wouldn't take much. "He has good taste..." Jon teased. "But when he came
in his pants. It was too much."

"Yeah," I admitted. "Never thought I'd be able to smell that. Crap, it
was intoxicating wasn't it?"

"Your tongue wasn't inside his mouth at the time. Yeah. Fuck. Sorry." Jon
blushed as he realized he let the "f" bomb slip. His mother didn't allow
swearing, but with everything that had happened, it seemed trivial.

I smiled and shrugged. "You're an adult and swearing is the least of our
issues. Don't sweat it." I said and saw Jon relax.

"Dad, I could taste his lust, and it was soooo good. I wanted to devour
him. And I know this is going to sound really messed up. I can't explain
why, but... but I think I love him."

"Love at first sight?" I joked, but part of me knew better. Just like Jon
and I knew what Jake was lusting about, I knew the boy was in love with
Jon. It was an instinctual gut feel that I couldn't even explain.

"I know it's crazy. But he 'tasted'... perfect."

I sat back a minute and thought about Dean. I could still taste his lips
from this morning, the smell of sandalwood and the taste of spice. Yup,
perfect and I knew I loved that man with all my heart. "Can't say I'm all
that experienced with these things, but that's how I'd describe Dean."

Jon smiled. "I sorta like seeing you in love. Whenever you see Dean or
think about him, you get this sappy, dopey expression and with the
changes, I can feel it too. I like seeing you happy again Dad. I missed
the old you."

"I'm not sure I'm anything like the old me."

"Haha. Yeah, me neither. Okay, so I like the new you even better. So what
are we going to do if we're not supposed to go out?" Jon asked.

"I hadn't got much beyond clean up the mess in the kitchen. Dean is
bringing over supper - I'm assuming Emma and Ethan will be here. From our
last face-to-face, I doubt Kelly will ever speak to me again."

"It will work out Dad, don't worry."

"Hey, different subject. I asked Dean to see if he could get us an
appointment at the furniture showroom. I think we ought to get the rest
of the place furnished, maybe do the apartment too."

"I thought we were supposed to avoid people?"

"Just crowds and only for a couple of days. I thought if we had an
appointment, we'd just meet with the salesperson. Maybe if you check out
the rooms left to furnish and see if you get ideas, you can help pick
stuff?"

"I'd like that. Probably won't be too long until Aunt Casey and Uncle
Bernie come visit. Maybe you'll even get Aunt Debbie to bring Oliver."

"Well, hopefully not until we've got our shit under control. That would
be especially bad for Oliver - that kid's been through enough already." I
bumped fists with Jon before heading into the kitchen. He'd already
picked up a game controller so figured he'd be tied up for a few hours. I
looked at the full sink and mess we'd left, sighed and started to clean
up.

I'd put my earbuds in and cranked up the music as I did dishes, so I
didn't hear Jon approach. But feeling warm hands slide up under my t-
shirt had me immediately aware of him. I closed my eyes and breathed in -
savoring his scent as well as his lust.

Jon pressed his body against my back and kissed up my neck and nibbled at
my ear. His hands were running over my abs then up to my pecs - then he
found my nipples, and I let out a moan as I gripped the edge of the
counter.

"I really liked what you did to me last night. I may not remember much,
but I remember that very clearly," Jon whispered as his hands continued
to tease me.

"Oh, believe me, I enjoyed every second." My voice came out a bit breathy
like some cheap porn video, but I couldn't help it. Jon's touch was like
fire on my skin, and I wanted him real bad. I felt him unfastening my
jeans, and I knew what was coming. He pulled them off of my hips and slid
my underwear down before kissing down my back, and then he gripped both
of my ass cheeks in his hands. I'm embarrassed to say that I whimpered.

"Wow. You have the most amazing ass. Taylor would be so jealous," Jon
said before burying his face in my crack.

I moaned and squeezed my eyes closed as I felt his tongue on my hole.
Taylor, I thought, and then I remembered him, one of Jon's friends from
school. A very flamboyant kid, a "twink" with a youthful look, lean body,
and almost overwhelming energy.

"So you do remember him?" Jon said before he moved back in and his tongue
pierced my opening.

"Yes," I managed to get out before I pushed my hips back to meet his
mouth. How had I gone so many years without getting rimmed? I loved it,
and it wasn't long before all I could think about was having something
bigger than Jon's finger or tongue inside. I yelped when Jon bit my ass
cheek.

"So damned sexy. What do you think, maybe we could spit roast Taylor
between us?"

"Uhmmm..." I knew what Jon was asking, but it was really hard to focus as
his kisses trailed up my back. Was that our future? Sharing lovers and
feeding off of men as we jointly seduced and fucked them? But the warm,
wet tongue was giving me much more immediate needs. Like wanting
something much bigger than his finger inside me. "Please, Jon. I want you
to fuck me. It's only fair."

"Fair, huh?"

I felt his hard cock pressed up my crack and I rubbed against him.

"I might be getting the sense that you want this inside you? Not sure
though. I'm thinking I'd rather have this up my ass. It felt really
good."

Jon had his hand wrapped around my cock and was stroking me as he kissed
my neck. I not only could pick up on his thoughts and taste his lust, but
I was sure he was remembering our experience from the night before. One
I'd gladly repeat, but I needed to know what it felt like to have him
inside me.

"Guess I shouldn't be selfish... You sure you want this?"

"God, yes!" I felt his slick fingers sliding inside me, he'd worked up to
three, and I pushed back trying to fuck myself on his hand. He helped me
pull my shirt off then knelt down and worked my jeans off. I turned and
pulled him into a kiss.

"I've got the hottest fucking dad, ever," Jon whispered as he claimed my
mouth again. The more he kissed me, the more I wanted him. He turned me
around, and I braced myself, pushing my hips back and spreading my legs.

I thought he'd plunge into me, but instead, he got down and began kissing
and licking at my opening again. The suspense was killing me. Finally, he
stood and put the head of his cock to my hole, and I pushed back. Fuck,
it was so huge. I worked at it and soon got him past the first ring. I
took a deep breath and let him take control. There was no pain, just a
slight burning as he stretched me open and pushed deeper and deeper
inside. I swear I could feel him pushing against things deep in my gut.

"So fucking tight. I could get used to this..." Jon muttered as he slowly
thrust in and out.

"It's yours whenever you want it."

He snickered, and the vibration running through his cock hit my prostate,
and I groaned. "You mean when Dean's not using it."

The thought of Dean fucking me almost made me cum on the spot. I thrust
back hard and fast on Jon. Okay... even better than rimming. I felt so
full, and his cock was driving me crazy, rubbing me in the best possible
ways.

"You really liked that, didn't you? The thought of Dean fucking your hot,
gorgeous ass and filling you with his seed. Making you lick of his cock
still wet with his cum and your pussy juices. He stroked me harder and I
could hear the slurping sounds, my cock slicked with my own pre-cum.

"Fuck. Yesss." Then Jon pulled out, and I whimpered, looking over my
shoulder to see his lust filled eyes.

"Get on the island. On your back with your legs spread," Jon ordered.

I responded immediately. I wanted his dick back in me as soon as I could
get it.

"That's hot." Jon stood back and just looked at me spread on the kitchen
island, my cock standing straight up, wet and shiny. "I saw you fuck
Ethan on this counter and I wanted to be the one being fucked. Now, I
want to see your face as I fuck you. But don't worry, I plan on you
taking me here too."

I cried out as he slid back inside returning that blissful, full feeling
as his cock massaged my prostate. I looked at my beautiful son and leaned
up enough to watch his monster cock slide all the way inside me. Fuck,
that is so hot. I looked up and saw the most perfect smile on his face.

"So good. You know... I always thought inheriting your cock was a curse.
The guys constantly teasing me - horse dick, donkey dick, tripod - but
after last night when you fucked me. It's the best. I know how good it
felt for me, and seeing it in your eyes when I'm buried balls deep inside
you... Yeah, they were just jealous."

"Fuck me, Jon." I lay back down and reveled in the pleasure. I could feel
the orgasm building deep in my gut, and then I startled when I felt Jon's
mouth close over the head of my cock.

"Mmmm. Another blessing of having a big cock. I can do this," Jon said
before taking the head of my dick back in his mouth as he continued
sliding in and out of my ass.

"Gonna cum," I cried out and then he started fucking me harder as he
increased the suction on my prong.

I grabbed onto the sides of the countertop, and my orgasm hit, my cock
erupting into Jon's mouth as I felt the heat and wetness of his release
deep in my gut. Wow... sex had never been this good. I felt light-headed
and wrung out. But I also realized that the niggling hunger wasn't as
bad. I lay motionless and then felt Jon's mouth on my opening, licking
and slurping up his own load.

It felt a bit awkward, being stretched out on the countertop, completely
naked with a leaking, freshly fucked hole. It was a strange realization
at how much things had changed, and certainly having my son felching his
cum out of my ass wasn't the least of it. But hell, who was I to
complain, he was doing a damn fine job - almost like he was a natural.


*   Scene 2   *
Ben Donaldson

The glass desktop protector felt cool against my face, but for such a
smooth surface I decided there were drawbacks. Like how your skin stuck
to it and when your body moved back and forth it pinched as it managed to
grip your skin and not let go. Fortunately, the pleasure in my ass more
than made up for it. And if Bacchus knew anything it was how to give a
man pleasure. His cock felt amazing as it slammed into me over and over
again.

I could feel my balls pulling up as the tingling feeling built up in my
core, and I knew I was about to blow my second load. Bacchus had me bent
over his desk and hadn't stopped fucking me for almost an hour. Every
time he got close, he'd slow down or stop - keeping us both on edge.
Fortunately for me, I wasn't the only one affected by the Martinez's new
powers. Bacchus had already fucked three of the other satyrs before he
started on me.

At first, I thought I wouldn't be up to it after how many times I'd
ridden David and Jon last night, but by the time Bacchus was done kissing
me I didn't care. He has that effect on me, well I guess he has that
effect on pretty much everyone. But, lucky me, no pain just overwhelming
pleasure. One of the many benefits of being a satyr, always tight, always
ready, and almost no recovery time. I couldn't deny the truth, my body
was made for sex, and I loved it.

"So good Benny, your hole is so tight and so perfect," Bacchus whispered
as he slammed into me. I was beyond words and just focused on squeezing
and milking his large prick as it slid into my body.

"That's it, come for me. I want to feel you lose it again." Bacchus
started deep dicking me and slamming my prostate with each hard thrust.

I cried out as my body shuddered and I sprayed another load onto the
front of his massive desk. Then I felt it, the heat and the wetness as he
exploded deep in my gut, filling me with his seed. It was like fire being
pumped into my body, and it lit up every nerve.

It took a while to catch my breath and then he had me lick him clean
before licking up the mess I'd made.

"Our guests should be arriving shortly. Perhaps you should put some ice
on that when we're through." Bacchus reached out and gently stroked the
large purple bruise on my face. I had hoped he'd take pity and heal it,
but he'd told me to wear it as a badge of courage. I reached up and
touched it hesitantly - still hurt like a mother.

I guess I was lucky that Jake's aim hadn't gotten me in the eye. I'm sure
it would be swelled shut now if he had. Telling him I had sex with Jon
wasn't the easiest thing to do, but waiting would have made it worse. I
knew he'd be upset, just wasn't prepared for quite how upset. Maybe he'd
start talking to me again in a few days.

I watched as Bacchus pulled up his pants and buttoned his shirt. He gave
me a nod, letting me know I was excused to clean myself up. I stepped
into the small washroom off of his office and made sure I wasn't covered
in jizz before getting dressed. When I returned, Bacchus was just opening
the door, and my heart beat faster as I felt the power and the faint
scent of roses fill the room.

"Please come in. Good to see you again Eros. Anteros. I'm sorry you
couldn't join us last night. Your brothers were extremely helpful. Eros,
Anteros, this is my servant, Ben. Eros, you may remember him from last
night." Bacchus closed the door as the two Greek beauties entered.

They weren't twins, but just like the others last night they had a strong
resemblance to each other.

"Yes, I remember. Your satyrs are stunning Bacchus and from what I
observed, very talented as well."

I felt the heat rush to my face as Eros gave me a very lust-filled once-
over.
"You'd enjoy any of them, but personally, Anteros, I think this one would
be perfect for you. Should you ever feel the need," Bacchus commented.

"I do think he's much more welcoming than the one Aphrodite's playing
with." Anteros approached and put his hand on my chin, causing me to look
into his dark eyes. He leaned in closer and then I felt the brush of his
lips.

I couldn't help but let out a small moan. His magic washed over me, my
cock hardened, and my heart raced. I leaned into his kiss and opened my
mouth to him. I felt his tongue explore as he tasted me and then his
hands were gripping my ass, and I felt his erection pressed against my
own.

"So very sweet," Anteros whispered as he released me. "Would you ever
allow me the honor of enjoying you further?"

"If my lord, Bacchus permits."

"Absolutely," Bacchus answered with a laugh. "But perhaps we should get
to business?"

"Do you have them?" Eros asked.

"Jake just arrived, and you'll be glad to know he already spoke with Jon
and has a date for Friday," Bacchus said.

"Good. They've been kept apart long enough. Having a true love will help
him through the change. How about Dean?" Eros asked.

Anteros moved away from me to join the conversation with Bacchus, so at
least now I could breathe. Not that I objected to the attention, but it
did make it hard to think.

"He's at work, though he was here this morning and will be with David
later. Why?"

Anteros looked at Eros as if asking permission to speak. "I would like to
see if there are any magical traces on him. Something that might help me
track down who kept them apart."

"We'd also like to make sure that Dean is... also, how would you say...
best prepared to handle David?"

"Handle?" Bacchus asked.

"David's one of us now. And while I hate to admit it, we are rather
discriminating and as Aphrodite would say - high maintenance. With our
combined abilities, we can make sure they have the best chance at
success." Eros stopped speaking when a knock sounded at the door.

"Please check the door, Ben," Bacchus commanded.

I cracked it open and was surprised to see Rufus and Jake. "It's Rufus
and Jake, sir."

"Please bring Jake in," Bacchus said.

I thanked Rufus and closed the door as Jake walked over to Bacchus. "You
wanted to see me, sir?"

"Yes, Jake this is Eros and Anteros. Two of Aphrodite's Erotes. Brothers
in a way to David and Jon."

"Pleased to meet you," Jake said. But I saw he was really nervous and
fidgeting a bit. He was probably feeling their Greek god mojo just as
much as I.

"It's been a while, and you've put on more muscle since I last saw you,"
Eros said.

"I'm sorry. I don't remember meeting." Jake looked confused and glanced
at me as if I could explain.

"Oh, you wouldn't have noticed me. I was the one who made sure you met
Jon Martinez. I tripped Jon and made sure I touched you both with my
powers."

I saw Jake make the connection. "I got hit by Cupid's arrow?"

"I prefer Eros, and I don't need arrows. But if that's the way you want
to think about it, yes."

"So then I don't really love Jon?"

"Don't be absurd. Of course you do. I just helped things along. I assure
you, it is genuine true love and if you haven't figured it out already,
it is quite mutual."

I felt a little envious as I watched the smile light up Jake's face.
Damn, but he had it bad. My big brother was totally smitten.

"Jake, Bacchus and I need you to strip off your clothes," Eros said.

"Please, Jake," Bacchus added with a nod to me. Guess that means I'm
supposed to help him. I couldn't help but wonder why or what was going to
happen, hopefully not another punch in the face. Fortunately, he was so
distracted by the others, he barely noticed me. It didn't take long, and
I had Jake's clothes folded and set them on the couch.

"Beautiful," Anteros said as he circled Jake. "We don't need to do much
Eros."

"I made sure to get a good read on Jon's likes, so I have a couple
ideas...just minor adjustments. Bacchus, you're better at the physical
changes so if you wouldn't mind?"

"Just tell me what you'd like," Bacchus said.

"His ass... a little fuller and rounder. The nipples, make the nibs
larger. Yeah, perfect. And the cock, a little longer and thicker. Oh,
yes. With Jon being so large, I want to make sure Jake can satisfy him
and doesn't feel 'inadquate.' It should also make Jake a little more
confident."

Okay, now I was really jealous. I'd always had the better ass and now,
shit... his was like drool worthy and his cock, huge. Yeah, not as big as
Jon but still. And the tits were big enough that my mouth watered just
looking at them. Why couldn't Bacchus have done that for me?

"One more thing," Anteros added. "We need Jake's aging to be tied to
Jon's. Wouldn't want him growing old while Jon doesn't. Jon will level
out at maturity - probably about twenty-five. So make sure Jake does the
same."

"Consider it done," Bacchus added. "Anything else?"

"Yes, just one." Eros leaned in and kissed Jake making his entire body
glow for a moment, and then it faded as he stepped back.

"May I ask?" I blurted to Bacchus.

"As one of us, Jon will have a notable appetite. I wouldn't want him to
drain his mate or wear him out. I've boosted his constitution, so he can
keep up. We'll need to do the same for Dean. As soon as we're done here,
I'll go check on David and Jon. Make sure they're adjusting and give them
a couple of tips," Eros answered without looking at me.

"I'll bring Dean in tomorrow." Bacchus turned to me and pointed to the
clothing. "Ben, please take Jake back to your room."

I grabbed Jakes clothes and led him out of Bacchus's office.

"Couldn't I get dressed before?" Jake complained as we started down the
hallway. He was also looking a bit glazed and wondered if that was from
what Eros and Bacchus had done to him.

"Don't worry about it, Jake. It's not unusual to have naked guys here."

I could tell that he was still feeling a bit awkward and it steamed me a
bit when we passed some of the other satyrs, and they openly stared and
ogled my brother. But he was at least, sort of talking to me - that was
something. I sighed with relief when we got to my room. Jake turned and
looked around, and I struggled a bit with the changes. Fuck was he hot.
Then when he turned, and I saw the expression on his face, I took an
involuntary step back. Damn, he's still pissed at me.

"You're not going to hit me again, are you?" I asked.

"No. I'm sorry. It's just... hell, Ben. You fucked my boyfriend. How am I
supposed to feel?"

"Technically, he wasn't your boyfriend yet and 'he' fucked me."

"Ben, you can have any man you want. Why did it have to be him?"

"I'm sorry, Jake, but you know I had no choice. Bacchus gave me direct
orders."

"That's why I only hit you once."

I saw him struggling and braced myself for what was coming next.

"So, how was he?" Jake's voice was so quiet I almost couldn't hear him.

I thought about it and tried to frame it so I didn't end up with the
black eye I'd barely avoided. "Um... sort of amazing. But if it helps, I
like David better."

"Yeah, noticed that he's pretty hot. Guess it's sorta sick that I already
fantasized about being fucked by my boyfriend's dad."

"Nah, it would be so worth it."

Jake laughed, and I saw him give me one of his bashful smiles. "I saw him
today."

"David?"

"Yeah, but I meant Jon. I asked him out. He even kissed me."

"Wow. You move fast, Bro."

"Nope. I said he kissed me. Fuck! It was amazing. He made me cum in my
pants - just from the kiss. I'd have let him fuck me right there in the
doorway - wouldn't even care who saw. I wanted him so bad. Just being
near him was almost overwhelming. He's got mojo like you, but it's
different too."

"He's got way more than me, Jake. They gave him Aphrodite's blood. I
don't know how, but he's one of them now. Bacchus called them the Erotes;
they're servants of Aphrodite and gods in their own way."

"Shit, and you think he still wants plain old me?"

"What did you sense when he kissed you?"

Jake smile broke out again. "He wanted to fuck me real bad. Don't know
how I know, but there was no doubt in my mind."

"So there... I didn't ruin things for you. He wants you, not me, Jake.
And that's before the changes."

Jake turned and caught his reflection in the mirror. He cupped his pecs
looking at his nipples then turned and tried to see his ass, but the
expression on his face when he took his cock in his hand was priceless. I
don't know many guys who wouldn't be pleased with a little more and Jake
had most definitely moved into the "impressive" endowment category.

"God, I hope he wants me, Ben..." Jake had gotten himself hard and was
admiring his new size. He turned back to me. "I felt his dick up against
me when he kissed me. He felt freakin' huge, bigger than this. Is he?"

I looked at Jake in surprise. Surely he knew... But then I realized he'd
had to stay away and wasn't anywhere near the party. Maybe I should tell
him. "Jake... Your future boyfriend is beyond 'well-endowed.'"

"Really?"

Goodness, this was awkward. "Jake, Jon, and his dad are horse hung. I
mean like really big, bigger than Bacchus, bigger than Jed, bigger than
you."

"So how big are we talkin'?"

"I'd say twelve to thirteen inches and bigger around than my wrist."

"Fuck! How'd you?"

"It took a couple tries. But damn, Jake. When you get it all the way
in... best ever. And their power is sex, sort of like us. I mean the
satyrs, but even more so. It didn't hurt, I mean there was burn and a lot
of stretching but not the pain you'd expect."

"You think I'll be able to..."

"I don't think you'll have any trouble."

This time it was a bashful smile along with a huge blush. I was still
jealous, envious, and maybe a little pissed at fate, but seeing him so
happy - that part was nice.


*   Scene 3   *
Jon Martinez

I was trying to play a game but found my head just wasn't it. I kept
getting killed and having to start over. I could hear dad still moving
around in the kitchen and smiled to myself. I was still a little stunned
about the whole fucking my own dad on the kitchen counter. But, damn, it
was hot. The guilt and doubts about being gay were definitely gone. If I
wasn't sure after Dad popped my cherry, being inside of him and feeling
how he responded to me removed any other doubts.

Now, even more, I wished I could remember what had happened last night.
I'd get little flashes, like images of the guys - and girls. That part
creeped me out a little. I also was wondering what it would be like with
Jake. Would it be as good as it was with Dad? Would it be better or
different? What about other guys? Guess if what Bacchus told us was true,
I'd find out.

I'd already gone out and looked at the apartment over the garage again -
trying to get ideas. As well as checking out the remaining empty rooms. I
was both excited and a little scared at the thought of having family come
visit. Maybe we could hold them off until Dad and I weren't a danger to
their virtue or morality.

I sniffed the air and realized I smelled roses, then it was like the
universe shifted and I felt "someone." The same sort of feeling I got
whenever I was around Bacchus.

"Hello." A man's voice.

I jumped up a bit and saw a young, handsome guy appear in front of me."

"Sorry, Brother didn't mean to startle you. I'm Eros if you don't
remember."

"Hey..." I saw Dad appear at the door to the kitchen and then it hit me.
"You were there last night." Okay, maybe that was not the best way to put
it because if my memory wasn't playing tricks on me, this guy had been
balls deep in my ass. It was just an image - like a photo - nothing more.

"I thought I smelled roses," Dad said as he joined us.

"Yeah, that's me. And you're cedar and you... mmmm... desert, vanilla and
pecans. You'll get used to the smells eventually - most of the time you
won't even notice. Except for those that you love, of course. Psyche
still drives me mad."

"Psyche? Brother?" I repeated in confusion.

"Psyche is my wife, and you were a bit distracted last night to explain
much. I mean, I could have explained, but you wouldn't remember. That's
why I'm here. And yes, you are my brothers now."

I was a bit confused at that but hoped maybe if I pretended, I'd figure
it out as he talked. Eros sat down in one of the chairs across from me,
and Dad joined me on the couch.

"You're both changing faster than I expected."

"Is that bad? And what are we changing in to?"

"We are called the Erotes. The Romans called us cupids - the Greek gods
of love, lust, and sex. I was the first and others came after. So I guess
you could say it is a plural of my name. You are our brothers because you
now share our blood and our powers. Thanks to Aphrodite."

"So she's like... real?" I looked at Dad seeing if he was buying this.

"Of course. Just as Bacchus, who many of us refer to as Dionysus, is
real. I expect that you are both confused by what you're feeling and
sensing."

Dad gave me a look and answered. "Very."

"The powers will build over the next couple of days but it may take
months to perfect your control. I'd suggest not trying to make anyone
fall in love until one of us gives you the all-clear. It can be
complicated and the ramifications of doing it wrong - a mess."

"We can make people fall in love?"

"Duh. You're a love god. But for now, stick with lust. So... important
things first. You need to feed on lust. If you don't feed enough you'll
lose control and feed indiscriminately, not good. Don't do that."

"How do we 'feed?'" Dad asked.

"When you're around others, you will learn to drink in their lust. But
realize, when you feed, it doesn't remove your target's lust or diminish
it, it fuels it and makes it intensify. That helps you feed. You can make
it even better by giving them suggestions to arouse them further."

"You mean we talk to strangers about what they're fantasizing?" I really
couldn't imagine getting the courage up to talk about sex with total
strangers.

"No, of course not. You'll sense their thoughts and can feed them your
own. They'll think it is their own idea and not realize it's coming from
outside. For example, you see a guy notice someone across the room, and
he's thinking - 'Hey, his lips look very kissable... wonder what it would
be like.' Then you add to it 'And I bet his cock would taste so sweet and
feel so good in my mouth.' Something important to remember is that they
will often act on the suggestions you make. So try not to get them hurt
or get them into trouble. Start slow and make sure it's mutual. You'll be
able to read the other's thoughts too, so if he's at all interested, you
can encourage both."

"We can read minds?" Dad asked.

"No. You can read lust. Thoughts about sex, love, seduction - but
anything else no. So don't sit down at a poker game thinking you've got
an edge. Best way to learn is trial and error. I've found bars with
dancing, strip clubs, and leather bars to be good places. You can sit
back and feed without anyone even noticing you."

"Not gonna work for me. They won't even let me in," I objected.

"Bacchus can fix that. But besides, colleges are great places to feed.
Everyone is so horny. Frat parties are especially good."

"I'm not in a frat, and they don't let other guys in. They don't want the
competition."

Eros gave a hearty laugh and then gave me a look that had me chubbing.

"Jon, I guarantee you can walk into any party and the straightest frat
boy on Earth will personally welcome you. Probably drop to his knees for
you too, if he doesn't just bend over and beg you to fuck him. It's part
of the package. Trust me."

"Since I have Dean and Jon, do I really need to look for strangers?
Aren't they enough?" Dad asked.

"Not even close. You'll need others. Those you love can help stabilize
you and keep you grounded but other than increasing their lust; your
powers won't work on someone who truly loves you. What works better is to
get them to help you find targets. The more you get aroused, the more
their own lust builds. Psyche and I have shared many lovers."

I caught Dad's eye, and I could see the disappointment and resignation
written on his face. "So how many or how much do we have to feed?" I
asked.

"You'll know when you've had enough and you'll know when you're hungry.
There isn't a formula. Sex helps because it ramps up the lust and you
feed instinctively. So for a while, I'd recommend having sex to feed. It
makes the whole process easier, at least until you get used to your
powers and get better at feeding."

Eros looked at both of us in turn before continuing - maybe to make sure
we were paying attention? I don't know.

"Just remember, you feed on the lust, not the sex. You'll also find
yourself dream walking before too long. It's just like implanting your
thoughts, but it happens when the target is asleep. You'll feel them call
out to you, and they'll draw you in. It's often people who saw you or
know you and are dreaming about you - or they're just desperate and
praying for sex. Biggest thing to remember with dream walking is that
it's real for them. If you fuck a virgin in her dream, she's no longer a
virgin. If you forget to prevent her from becoming pregnant, she may
conceive. Confuses the hell out of them, because they remember it like a
dream."

"So we can prevent women from conceiving when we have sex?" Dad asked in
disbelief.

"Sure, just think 'don't get pregnant' when you blow your load, or
shortly after. That's all it takes, but I can't tell you how many
unexpected pregnancies have happened from the gods dream walking. Oh, and
there is another side effect. Your semen carries a trace of your magic
and draws people in - making the person more sexually attractive."

"That's sort of creepy. So you're saying if we have sex with someone,
then other people want to have sex with them too?"

"Yes. It wears off within about eight hours."

"I don't have to do things with girls, do I?" I asked.

"Of course not. Same thing applies for boys, you fuck a virgin boy in his
dreams, and his hole will remember and open easily for you the next time.
Okay, this next part is important. You can also possess a subject. Take
over their body and push their 'consciousness' aside. Your own body will
appear to be asleep and will be vulnerable. So take precautions. The
target doesn't have to be asleep. You'll want to keep the possession time
to a minimum but once you've possessed someone, it's easy to return. Some
will fight or try to push you out. Just imagine binding them up and
gagging them - usually works."

"Why would we want to?"

"Usually it's because one of the gods has given you a request. Aphrodite
often asks us to help punish those who have targeted or hurt her
worshipers. Haven't you ever noticed how many men or women who speak out
against something often end up falling because they're caught doing the
very thing they preached against?"

"You mean like that mega-church pastor who was a vocal anti-gay activist
who got convicted of having sex with all those under-aged boys?" Dad
asked.

I vaguely remembered it from the news. The guy's downfall created a
social media frenzy.

Eros laughed. "Yes, I had fun with that one. You might find it
interesting that he never once fought me when I possessed him. He loved
every boy and reveled in every depraved thing I made his body do. Seems
it was what he wanted, I just made it happen."

"So is there a rule book of what we can and can't do?"

"Not really. Don't piss off Aphrodite? That's important. Actually, try
not to get on the wrong side of any of the other gods. You're not
invincible - you can be hurt, and you can die. In general don't be cruel
and work toward increasing lust, sex, and love. Punishment is for those
who stand against us. If there is someone hurting one of our followers,
there are no limits."

"So do you mentor us or is there some type of training?" Dad asked
hopefully.

"No. I or one of the brothers will check in on you now and again and if
you get stuck, call for me. Oh, one more thing. You're not invisible, but
you can make people not notice you or forget you. How much they forget is
up to you."

"I don't understand," Dad said.

"Sometimes you don't want them to remember you at all or that they even
had sex. Other times, you want them to remember they had sex but not
remember your face. They'll just think they had a lapse of judgment and
had anonymous sex with a stranger. Honestly, that works better because it
messes with their head when they're leaking jizz out their ass or their
pussy and don't remember how it got there."

"Right..." I said as I tried to take it all in. Eros was so casual about
the whole thing and yet he was saying Dad and I could do stuff that was
pretty unbelievable - and worse that some of it we had to do.

"That's it guys. Good luck!" Eros said and vanished.

"Dad, is this scaring the shit out of you? Because it sure is me."

"A bit, yeah. It's all somewhat... overwhelming. I was still adjusting to
how much I'm attracted to guys, then the whole Dean thing... I don't know
if I want this."

"Dad, I don't think we get a choice. It's sort of a done deal. Can I ask
you something else? That guy, Eros. He seemed really familiar, and every
time I looked at him I got hard, and my bottom started twitching. I had
this image of him but not sure if I'm remembering right or not. 'Should'
I remember him?"

"Um, yeah. You and I were both quite... um, intimate with Eros and his
two brothers. After they made us drink that vial of fiery liquid, they
put each of us in turn, in the middle of a really hot foursome."

"Foursome? How?"

Dad blushed a deep crimson, and I noticed he was squirming as he
answered. "Um, yeah... well, one in the ass, one down our throat, and the
last one riding."

"Shit..."

"When you remember it, you'll realize it was pretty spectacular. I think
they did something else to us as part of the sex, but I can't really
explain it. I was a bit distracted by the orgasms."

My head was spinning. I really wished I could remember what had happened
the night before. Eros was stunning and to think I had sex with him and
couldn't even remember it? Shit, that was messed up.

"Awe fuck!"

"What, Jon?"

"I forgot to ask if we get the whole pop in and out travel thing."

Dad got a really strange expression on his face. "Shit. I'm not sure if
I'm more scared or excited about all this."

"Yeah, me too."

My thoughts were interrupted as my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my
pocket and saw that it was a call from Liam.

"Hey, Cuz," I said as his image popped up. Dad gave me a nod and left the
room.

"Hey, Jon. You got a second?" He glanced nervously as he glanced over his
shoulder and I'd swear he moved into a closet.

"What's up?"

"Just checking in, I haven't heard from you and wondered how you were
doing in 'hickville?'"

"So why are you in the closet?"

"Hiding from the little pervert. I swear he's gotten worse and I didn't
want him interrupting. No smart-ass comments either!"

"Of course not. I support you, Liam in however you want to handle this
hiding in the closet thing."

"Prick. So... how's it going?"

I had to pause a moment because most of what was happening would probably
make his head explode if I told him so I had to think of a simple,
cleaned up version. "I met someone."

"Found your redneck, huh?"

"More of a frat, jock-boy."

"Not 'the' frat, jock-boy?"

"Yup, he asked me out today."

"What the hell? How did you get so lucky? You know the odds are like...
like... hell, just astronomical."

"Yeah, his name's Jake."

"Good for you. Maybe you will finally get your cherry popped. I was
worried you'd be a senior citizen before 'that' happened."

"Funny," I said while thinking how thoroughly my cherry had been popped
and then smashed and trampled by men I couldn't even remember. But then
again, Dad was the one to do it, and that was... so good. "So how are
things with Cassie?"

"Fuck, Dude. We broke up."

"What happened? I thought you were lifers."

"I thought so too, 'til I saw her with her tongue down Tommy Kirk's
throat. Shit, found out she's been seeing him for months, but none of my
'friends' wanted to tell me."

"Sorry, Liam."

"Yeah, least I found out now. We've only got a couple weeks until
graduation anyway."

"I forgot school hasn't let out for you guys."

"Thanks, Cuz, how quickly you forget all the little people your college
ass left behind."

"You'll be one too in a few weeks. So aren't you guys going on some big
trip after you and Noah get out?"

"Camping. But if the little shit doesn't straighten out a bit. It will be
hell."

"Sorry, I'm sure it will be fine."

"Dad was talking about trying to visit you guys sometime too. You think
you could keep me entertained for a weekend?"

I laughed at him. "We could come up with something but you know we'd have
to include Noah."

"Shit, you sure know how to bring a guy down. And you gotta promise - no
gay shit. I'm fine with you being a dick chaser and all but don't even
think about that shit when I'm around."

"I'll take it easy on you Cuz. There are some hot girls here too. Maybe
I'll introduce you."

"Now, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout! Shit! He found me."

"HEY, Jon!" Noah shouted in the background. "Guess you know Liam's in the
'CLLOOSSETT."

"I'm gonna beat your scrawny little ass, Noah! Sorry, Jon. Gotta go."

I closed the phone and laughed to myself. They were crazy, but I still
loved them. It would be nice to have them visit but God, how would we
handle it? They wouldn't be immune so Dad and I would have to make sure
we had our abilities under control by then.

It wasn't too much later when I heard a car in the drive and went to look
out the back door. I saw Dean and Ethan coming through the gate, bags in
hand, but no Emma. I held the door open as they came up the back steps.

"Huh... you don't look any different," Ethan said with a serious look on
his face.

"Why would he?" Dean asked as he slipped past me and headed into the
kitchen.

"Oh, I don't know. Greek god whammied, now some sort of junior grade love
god..."

I was surprised at how openly they discussed my "condition" and seemed to
be so casual about the whole thing.

"I disagree Ethan. The eyes are a bit different. Might be that red demon
glow?" Dean said then burst out laughing and gave me a playful punch on
the shoulder.

"You should close your mouth Jon, a dick might fall in," Ethan teased.

It took a minute because when he said demon eyes, I was scared shitless
that he wasn't kidding. I couldn't help myself; I made a quick trip to
the bathroom to look in the mirror. Thank God, he really was kidding.

When I got back, they were emptying the bags, and both turned and gave me
a matching set of guilty smiles.

"Sorry, couldn't resist," Dean said.

"Well don't tease Dad about the changes, he'd probably pass out or
something'."

"What's this about me changing?" David asked walking into the kitchen.

"Oh. My. God! Uncle David, your dick got even bigger!" Ethan cried out
staring dramatically at Dad's crotch.

I glanced back and forth and saw the shocked look spread over Dad's face
as he looked down and grabbed himself through his jeans. Dean and Ethan
both burst into laughter.

"Sorry, my mistake. Must just be because Dad's here," Ethan added.

I wasn't sure how Dad would respond, but Dean didn't give him a chance.
He crossed the kitchen and pulled Dad into his arms kissing him soundly.
It was sort of cool seeing Dad melt in Dean's arms. I glanced over at
Ethan, wondering what he was thinking. From the smirk on his face I
wasn't sure he needed my "powers" to know what was going on. Dad and
Dean's lust had both spiked, and it was almost embarrassing being privy
to their thoughts of stripping each other and making out. That's the
cleaned up version because it had a lot more fucking, slurping and sticky
cream involved.

"Parents..." Ethan snorted as he resumed unloading the bags. "Hey, Jon.
Can you heat up the oven - 400 degrees on convection bake." Ethan held up
an index card, reading off the instructions.

I walked over and looked over Ethan's shoulder. "We can handle this."

"Yeah, she makes it real easy. We just have to toss stuff together and
heat it up."

I turned to see our fathers still snogging. "Why don't you two go in the
other room before you ruin our appetite."

Ethan started to chuckle when his dad glared at us. Dad just gave me a
knowing smirk and grabbed Dean's arm as he pulled him out of the room. It
wasn't likely to ruin my appetite but it might make me forget about food
and get me really horny.

I opened the cupboard and started pulling out plates. "Uncle Dean doing
okay?"

"Heh... he'd walk into walls if I wasn't watching out for him. I worried
about him driving over here and told him we should walk but he insisted.
Scariest few blocks I've ever traveled."

"I guess if I finally got a chance with the person I loved, I'd be
distracted too. Are you okay with it?"

"Me? Sure. You'd have to be blind not to see how much Dad loves Uncle
David. I suspected for a long time but when he came to interview I was
pretty sure."

"But what about your mom and the marriage and how it might affect your
family?"

"Pshh. It's been getting weirder and weirder ever since we moved here. I
think she already knew Dad was in love with your dad. She fights with
Emma all the time, and she's constantly picking at Dad. At least she
stopped interfering with us."

"Us?"

"Yeah, Dad and me having sex and stuff. But, I think that's because
Bacchus had a talk with her. Boy was that a day."

I turned to look at him as I spread the garlic bread on the baking sheet.
I expected him to say more.

"Do you have salad tongs?"

"In the second drawer to the right on the island." Okay so maybe he
wasn't going to say more.

"Can I ask? How was it?"

I checked the clock and realized we had about fifteen minutes before I
could put the bread in. "How was what?"

"Oh, come on. The 'initiation.'" Ethan dragged the word out dramatically
with raised eyebrows and a wink.

"I wish I remembered," I muttered, unsure of what else I could say.

"Ah, you will. It'll take a couple weeks, but it all comes back to ya. So
you don't remember anything yet?"

"Dad. He took me first - that I remember. Better than I ever dreamed. I
get flashes of other people, and even sensations like my body remembers
even if my head doesn't. But that's it. Other people have told me a bit.
So I know who a few of them were."

"Cool. Your Dad's good, but I don't know if I'd have wanted one that big
as my first." Ethan visibly shivered. "I had to build up to the big ones,
though I gotta say now they're my favorite."

"So you've..."

"Shit. Of course I have. The initiation is sort of like a kick-off. Dad
and I are pretty regular, but I've got lots of guys who can't stay away
from my sweet ass. You should try it."

"What?"

"Why not. I like big cocks; you have a big cock. I like sex; you need
lotsa sex. Perfect match."

"But, Ethan. You're like... like a cousin."

"So?"

"But..." Then it sort of sunk in - my first partner of choice was my dad.
While Ethan and I grew up like cousins, we weren't even blood-related.
And I knew he was quite sincere - if his thoughts were any guide, he was
a hell of a lot more experienced than me. Besides, if he kept imagining
me fucking him, it wouldn't take much before my lust took over. And I
gotta say, the thought of sliding inside him and knowing my dad had been
there already just about did it for me.

"After dinner?" I suggested.

"Oh, yeah..." Ethan said with a big ear-to-ear smile. "I'll show you all
the positions I like and have you trained in no time."


*   Scene 4   *
David Martinez

I dragged Dean into the other room then sat on the couch pulling him down
beside me.

"How was your day?"

Dean snuggled back into me and pulled my arms around his chest. "Long. I
couldn't stop thinking about you and our kisses this morning. We can
finally do this, and I had to be at work. What about you?"

"Strange." I moved my hands up to his shoulders and neck and began
massaging. Something I'd done many times over the years I'd known Dean,
but now it felt different. I let my fingers move around his neck and up
to the stubble on his handsome face - just exploring.

"Strange, how?"

"A year ago, I was a married straight guy living the 'normal' life.
Today, I wake up in bed with Jon after having been gangbanged the night
before, popping my son's cherry and breeding his ass. I have breakfast
with a Greek god and kiss a guy I've been best friends with for most of
my life. Now... fuck. Now I know when people around me are thinking about
sex."

"Is that all? I thought you were going to tell me about how many
strangers you seduced."

I smacked him on the head for that - lightly but still. "No, but Jon did
take me in the kitchen. I swear I didn't seduce him, just standing there
minding my own business, doing dishes."

"I think we can agree that Jon doesn't count. So no one else?"

"Shit, Dean, you almost sound hopeful."

"No, but I want you to accept this. I'm not wild about sharing you with
anyone - well, I'm okay with Jon. But I don't want secrets, and I want
you to be happy and healthy. If your survival depends on sex and lust,
well then, I'm going to make sure you get it even if I have to go out and
start screening guys and scheduling them for you."

I turned Dean's face to me and kissed him. His lips were full and soft,
and he opened to me letting my tongue slide inside. Just as I'd told Jon,
he tasted perfect. "I love you so much."

Dean pulled away so he could turn and straddle me before he kissed my
forehead. "And I love you, David Martinez, always have."

"Dean, this is so fucked up. How are we going to make it work?"

"One day at a time stud."

I felt a warm flush as he gently kissed me again - thrilled that he found
me attractive. Something I had no doubts about as his thoughts came
through so clearly. "But you're married, what about Kelly?"

"I know a lawyer..." Dean said running his fingers over my lips.

"Not that kind of lawyer. Seriously, Dean."

"Bacchus said to trust him, and I do. He promised me that you and I would
be together, for a very, very long time." Dean kissed me again, and I
hoped with all my heart that he was right.

"What will Ethan and Emma think? And where is Emma I thought she'd be
joining us?"

"Emma is staying at a friend's house. I didn't think it would be good to
bring her around when you and Jon are both... lusty." He snickered and
wiggled his ass in my lap, knowing full well I was hard as a rock. "Emma
already thinks of you like family and told me she hopes we get together.
Ethan... well, Ethan hopes we move in together. He says it will make it
easier to get to your bed and mean more action for him. Both of them have
had issues with Kelly. She changed when we moved here."

"Oh? And you didn't?"

"No, I mean yes we changed too. But, Kelly got prickly, started being
more critical of the kids, started laying down more rules. She didn't put
up any fuss when Ethan came out or wanted to do things with me, but she
did set down limits."

"What kind of limits? Sorry, just curious how she can accept you having
sex with your son but have other things that freak her out."

"Good point. She forbid us from having sex in our bed, the kitchen or on
the 'good' furniture. She didn't want us doing anything when she was home
and we certainly not to let anyone else know about it."

"How'd that work out?"

Dean chuckled. "Well obviously in Bacchus Springs, everyone knew. Even
before Ethan demanded more partners. We ignored the rule about her not
being home but followed the other rules until she left."

"How so?" I was guessing I'd like the answer.

"As soon as Bacchus's people escorted her away, Ethan and I fucked in our
bed and have done so repeatedly every day since. Let's see... I fucked
him on the kitchen counter, the kitchen table, the kitchen floor, the
couch, and coffee table in the Living Room - you get the idea."

"Such a rebel," I teased. I was still a little surprised at Ethan's
appetite. I shook my head, somewhat in disbelief and yet, not all that
surprised given my personal experiences with him. Actually, I noticed I
could smell Ethan even from the other room. Guess that meant he was
lusting after Jon - who could blame him?

"Would you be okay if we spent the night?" Dean asked staring into my
eyes.

I could certainly get lost in his beautiful green eyes, so wondered if he
felt the same. I guess eyes didn't count as lust thoughts, but I knew he
was already wondering if he'd be able to handle me. I looked at his
handsome face, light brown stubble making him look even sexier. His lips
a little puffy from our kissing and damn, those eyes. "I'd like that."

"I'll warn you, Ethan has full intent of convincing Jon to fuck him."

"You okay with that?"

"Sure, Jon's gorgeous and from what I've seen, he's got your package."

"You lusting after my son?" I asked - of course, knowing full well that
he was.

"Sure, he looks like you. But I plan on seducing his old man. I've heard
he's an incredible fuck with a dick so big..."

I interrupted him by capturing his mouth. I already knew what he was
thinking, and if he'd said it out loud, I'm not sure I could have
maintained my composure. I wasn't sure I wanted our first time to be with
Dean spread out on the coffee table. I also didn't want the boys coming
in to watch. Because I was sure they would.

"Dinner!" Ethan called from the kitchen.

"Guess we'll have to pick this up later," Dean said as he reluctantly
crawled out of my lap.

"Dean, one second." I reached out and grabbed his hand as he went to move
away. "I don't have to top. If you're worried or not ready, I'd be
thrilled to have you take me. I want it to be perfect for you."

Dean moved back into my arms and hugged me. "You are perfect for me. And
I've been ready for you for most of my life. I've been dreaming about
this for so long. I'm very sure I want all of you, and yes that includes
that big ol' horse dick of yours inside me. The deeper, the better."

"Oh, so my ass isn't good enough for you?"

Dean bit at my bottom lip and gripped an ass cheek in each hand as he
ground his erection into mine. "Baby, you have the hottest, best fucking
ass I've ever seen. And I do fully intend to explore every bit of it with
my mouth and my dick - but a man has to have priorities. And mine is
this, in me." Dean squeezed my erection as he guided my other hand to his
ass.

"If you guys are done, the food's getting cold," Jon shouted.

I was impressed that Jon and Ethan managed to put dinner on the table and
I gotta say it was exceptional. A salad, lasagna, and garlic bread. "I'm
impressed Dean, when did you learn to cook?"

Ethan started fake choking and made a big show of it. "Dad? Cook?" Then a
round of fake laughter.

"No dick for you, young man." Dean barked.

"Sorry! Sorry! You can cook, honest, Dad."

"No, I can't, but it was fun watching you squirm. I can't take credit.
One of the ladies at worked recommended an in-home cook, Tara. She's
trying to put her life back together and started offering a service where
she comes in and cooks a number of meals, and leaves instruction cards on
how to heat them up. It's been great since Kelly's been gone. I didn't
want the kids to starve."

"I think we should keep her," Ethan pronounced with a full mouth.

"So you buy the stuff, and she cooks it?"

"Nope, you pick the number of meals and what you want for the week. She
buys the ingredients, prepares it and puts it in containers that go in
the freezer or refrigerator until you're ready to make the meal. It's
pretty full-proof."

I saw Jon give me a hopeful look. "You think you could give me her
number?"

"Sure. Maybe since the boys did all the work getting it ready, you and I
should do clean up?"

"Sounds like a plan. Hey, Jon, do you mind if Ethan sacks out in your
room tonight? I was hoping they could just stay over and yours is the
only other bed."

"Hmmm. Share a bed with Ethan? I don't know Dad, what if he snores?"

Ethan elbowed Jon and glared. I already knew from what they were both
thinking that I didn't even need to ask - but I felt like I still needed
to go through the motions of a normal family. Yeah, I figured they'd
disappear as soon as Dean and I started clearing the table.

"If you don't need us, we'll go get things ready. I haven't even had time
to put sheets on the new bed yet," Jon said.

"I washed them and set them on the bed for you. Make sure to put the new
mattress cover on first."

"Cool. Later guys," Ethan said almost pushing Jon toward the stairs.

I started gathering plates and couldn't help but smile.

"What's that smile for?" Dean asked.

"I don't think we'll see them again until morning. Ethan plans on showing
Jon all that he's learned about sex." I saw the surprised look on Dean's
face. "Part of my new abilities and no, he didn't tell me."

"Guess I better be careful then, huh?"

I set the dishes down by the sink and pulled him into my arms. "No. Don't
be. I like your lustful thoughts." I proved it by exploring his warm
mouth with my tongue as I hugged him to me.

We made short work of the cleanup, and it was my turn to lock up and drag
Dean up to my bedroom. We paused in the hall, hearing the sounds coming
from Jon's room. I stepped closer to see if I could hear anything because
if the smell and the lust were any indications - they were at it hot and
heavy.

"... fuck, fuck, fuck, don't stop. Oh, Goooooood, yes Ethan." Jon's voice
moaned, and I stepped back feeling a little guilty. Okay, not too guilty.

"Come on," Dean called in a whisper.

I followed him in and closed the door. I was feeling really nervous. I
didn't want to botch this. I watched him turn to look at me, and I got
butterflies in my stomach. He was so handsome, his strong jaw, striking
green eyes, I thought again how he could have been a model. It was hard
to believe, the man was my best friend in the world, and I'd known him
all my life. Yet, now, I was scared. Knowing we could be more...

"Don't overthink it, David," Dean said walking over to me. He reached up
and ran his fingers through my hair. "My, god, you are stunning. I can't
believe we're finally here... like this. I've wanted this for so long."

"Me, too. Even if I didn't realize it."

"That's okay, you've always been a bit slow."

I laughed and felt some of the tension ease. He always had known how to
get to me. "Shouldn't you be naked?"

I saw him stiffen a bit and wondered if I'd moved too fast. "It's okay.
If you want to just snuggle and kiss, I'm good with that."

"No. I want to do a whole lot more than that, it's just... I don't look
near as good as you. I'm still a forty-year-old, pasty white guy. With a
few extra pounds. Maybe we could turn the lights off?"

"Fuck that. I think you're stunning." I grabbed him and pushed him onto
the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt. "I want to kiss every inch of
you. What I should have done years ago."

"But..." Dean began.

I put my fingers over his lips then kissed him. "I love you, Dean Jensen.
Just the way you are."

"You know they're gonna think you're my boy toy and that you have some
kind of daddy fetish, right?"

"I can call you Daddy... if you're into that." I had the top of his shirt
open and kissed down his chest. "You are older after all."

Dean snorted and then let out a gasp as I found a nice perky nipple to
suck. "Only by a month!"

I untucked his shirt and unbuttoned the rest so I could slide it off of
his shoulders. "Damn, you are so sexy." There was a light dusting of hair
on his pecs and a nice treasure trail. Sure he wasn't ripped, but he had
a nice body and best of all - it was Dean.

"Wait, wait." Dean pushed back and began sliding my t-shirt up and off.
"Fuck - look at those abs. Are those even real?" He traced over the
separation of the muscles on my stomach and then ran his finger down the
start of my Adonis belt until he reached the waistband of my jeans.
"These have to go."

I helped him pull down the tight jeans and kicked them off to the side.
The briefs I was wearing were pretty much useless at this point because
my cock would not be contained and soon they joined the jeans on the
floor.

"Give me a minute... I just want to look at you. Oh, God. You're like a
wet dream. Okay, maybe a hint of nightmare thinking of getting that cock
inside my body. You think it will actually fit?"

"I'm sure. And Bacchus may have mentioned that he'd already given you his
signature gift, so I think you'll be just fine."

"In theory. I've never taken anything that big." Dean wrapped his hand
around my cock as if checking out how much it weighed. Then he stroked it
and explored it with his hands. He leaned forward and took the head into
his mouth.

I let out a moan of pleasure. His mouth was so hot and wet and the things
he was doing with his tongue. All made more because it was him. "You do
that too long, and I'm gonna give you a surprise."

"Heh, yeah. You're not the only one on edge. I think we need to just
accept we've both got hair triggers tonight and go with it."

"Probably a good idea. But you are still dressed, and I'm not. That's not
fair. Do you need to use the restroom?"

"No, I took care of all that before we left home. You know, just in case
I didn't make it past the front door."

Damn, but I loved this man. I crawled over top of him and pressed my body
against him as I kissed him. It was a slow, gentle kiss so I could savor
his taste. I'd waited so long to be here, and all my fantasies paled
against reality. The kiss was even better than I remembered, his lips
fuller and softer and his tongue much more demanding. I ran my hands up
his sides and extended his arms up to the headboard as I began kissing my
way down his body.

I had to restrain myself from not just going for his nipples. They were
large and swollen and so very chewable. Fuck, I loved nipples and his
made my mouth water and my dick twitch. I kissed down the warm skin of
his stomach, following the silky treasure trail. I unclasped his pants
and buried my face just inside, breathing deeply. A slight scent of soap
and then the scent that was just Dean.

I worked the jeans off his hips and was surprised to find he was
commando. I looked up and caught his eye.

"What? I didn't want anything to slow us down."

I leaned back up and kissed him. "If it were up to me you'd always be
commando or even better, naked."

He responded the most adorable needy whimper.

Oh, fuck, the thoughts that surged through his head had my dick leaking
and my heart pounding. I sat back to pull off his socks and remove the
pants completely. Then took a minute just to appreciate how beautiful he
was. I don't know why he described himself as pasty - he had good color
and yet no tan lines. Part of me still couldn't help but see my college
friend and filled in my vision with my memories of what he looked like
that first time we kissed.

I stretched out over his body again, enjoying the feeling of his warm
skin against mine, his hard cock pressed against me and trapped between
our bodies.

"Just tell me if I'm going to fast or you want me to stop."

Dean rolled me onto my back and straddled me. He put a hand to either
side of my face and stared into my eyes. "I got this David. I'm far from
being a virgin and not to kill the mood, but I've been with a lot more
men than you have."

It didn't kill the mood; it ramped it. "You gonna have your way with me?
Seduce the rookie?"

"Says the master of seduction. Fuck, David. All you have to do is walk in
a room, and the women are dripping, and the men get boners. I don't know
how I'm even able to think." He ran his hands over my body as if
memorizing every inch.

"Because you love me..."

"Getting a little cocky now, are we?"

"No." I felt the heat in my face as I realized how that came across.
"Eros said my powers don't work on people who love me. Well... other than
you get a boost to the lust you're feeling."

Dean leaned down and teased my nipple with his tongue. I moaned and
arched my back. My nipples were my Achilles heel. My brain shut down
immediately.

"So you can't use your mojo on me?"

"Nuh-uh."

"Interesting. Did you like that?" Dean asked as he licked at the other
nipple causing a similar reaction.

"Mmmm." I nodded.

He ran his hands over my pecs and then with a thumb on each nib he began
to tease them.

"Oh, fuck..." I moaned.

"You have sexy pecs, and your nipples are so dark and hard. Makes my
mouth water." He captured one in his mouth and sucked hard. I bucked
against him trying to get more sensation on my dick as he nibbled and
sucked. "You wouldn't be a nipple whore, would you?"

I had no idea what that meant, and he must have seen the confusion
because he laughed and then captured my mouth in an all-consuming kiss.
He nuzzled against my cheek, his stubble giving me chills as he licked
along of the edge of my ear before whispering.

"Means that if someone plays with your tits, you lose control, all you
can think about is being fucked or fucking."

Since he was still fingering the nipples in question, all I could manage
was a nod.

"Good to know."

His tongue returned to my nib, and I was thinking that I'd rather he be
the one to top. The more he worked on my nipples, the more I wanted his
dick inside me. He moved down my stomach, and I thought about pulling him
back. I loved what he'd been doing. I jumped a bit when he laid kisses
down my Adonis belt and buried his nose in my bush.

"I love how you smell," Dean whispered reverently as his hand wrapped
around my cock. "Fuck, you are so huge." He ran his hands up and down my
shaft, gently touching and exploring.

I could see the trepidation in his eyes. I knew he wanted it, in his
mouth, in his ass - he was almost desperate for my cock. But those eyes,
they said he was scared. I could hardly blame him; I'd dealt with it all
my life. Every girl I ever dated, even Megan. Many had completely freaked
out at how big I was and never gone out with me again. Megan was the
exception. Until Bacchus, there hadn't been guys - but he wasn't
intimidated... neither were Blaze or Matthew.

"You don't have to, Dean."

"I want this." He said quietly - almost more to himself than me. He
lowered his mouth over me and worked to take me in. His mouth was heaven,
and while he wasn't getting much of me in, it felt incredible. He slurped
and sucked and worked at it but only took about a third of me.

"Fuck," Dean grunted in frustration. "I am so shitty at blowjobs." He
looked into my eyes. "Sorry, I'm not better at this."

"It's okay. I loved what you were doing." I realized as he took me in
again, that I had an unfair advantage. Bacchus had taken away my gag
reflex and given me the ability to deep throat my first time. I also knew
I had a perhaps unusual desire to suck cock, which I needed to do, now.
"My turn."

I pulled Dean on to me for another kiss then rolled him over onto his
back. I kissed down his neck and his chest, stopping to give love to both
pink, swollen nipples. He liked it - maybe not as much as I did but he
got real hard and made the most interesting sounds.

I worked my way down and took Dean into my mouth. His dick was beautiful,
cut and perfectly formed. He was fairly average, but that meant it easily
fit in my mouth, and since I could deep throat Jon, I knew I'd have no
trouble taking all of Dean. I began bobbing my head up and down and
enjoyed the look of shock on his face as he saw me take all of him -
burying my nose in his bush. My hands stroked and massaged his thighs as
I sucked.

"Stop. Stop," Dean pleaded trying to sit up.

I slid off of his prick with an audible "plop." "Why?"

"I'm getting to close. You'll make me cum."

"That's sort of the point."

"No, my first time with you I want to cum while you're inside me."

I gave him my best skeptical look. "I don't know... if I'm to be your
boy-toy then for our first time, you should be seeding and claiming my
ass. Letting the world know it belongs to Dean Jensen."

"Fuck, David. Don't do this to me. You're messing with my head."

I took the glans of his cock into my mouth without breaking eye contact
and hummed my agreement.

I was surprised when he reached down and pulled me off of his cock. "Do
you have lube? I can't take anymore. We need to do this now."

"You like the idea of breeding my ass?" I teased.

"Yes, but this time, you're breeding me, Mister."

I got the lube out of the nightstand and when I crawled back onto the
bed. Dean pulled his knees up to his chest, exposing his little pink
rosebud.

"Damn, that's pretty." I couldn't help but dive in and kiss the tender
opening. As soon as my lips made contact, I was a goner. I kissed and
licked and sucked and wrapped my arms around his legs so he couldn't
move. I may not have had a lot of experience, but my mouth and tongue
were way ahead of my brain. The feel of this opening and the scent and
taste of him was like finding my favorite dessert. He moaned and groaned
and writhed as I worked his hole. If I could have gotten my tongue any
farther inside him, I would have.

"Too much... too much... just fuck me, please." Dean pleaded.

As much as I wanted to, I knew he wasn't ready. I grabbed the lube and
squeezed some onto my fingers and began adding a finger penetrating his
hot, tight opening as I licked. Then I worked up to two, three and
finally four fingers as he desperately tried to fuck himself on my hand.

I slicked myself really well and squeezed more lube into his hole. Then I
put myself at his entrance and gently applied pressure. I was on my hands
and knees and tipped his face to mine so I could watch him as I took him.
"Relax and pull me in."

Dean squeezed and relaxed several times until I felt my cock head pop
past the first ring. Dean let out a small cry, and his eyes went wide. I
leaned down and kissed him, holding as still as I could. After some
intense tongue battling, I felt his body relax, and I slid in a little
farther. We kept repeating the process, and at some point, I felt his
body open up and welcome me in - all of me. As I slid balls deep, Dean
let out a very satisfied groan and squeezed his eyes closed.

"You okay? You need me to pull out?"

"God, no. So much better than okay. Fuck, you're so huge. I've never felt
so full in my life."

I carefully slid out a bit and back in, watching for any pain or
discomfort.

"More," Dean whispered opening his eyes. Then he wrapped his legs around
my hips. "This is where that big cock of yours belongs. I've waited so
long for this. Make love to me David."

He didn't need to ask twice. His ass was freakin' amazing. So silky, hot
and tight and damn, it felt incredible. I kissed him again as I found a
slow, steady rhythm. Occasionally, his body would quiver underneath me,
and I'd feel his anal walls tighten and squeeze around me. I changed
angles a bit and found it happening every time I slid deep inside of him.
A few more deep thrusts and Dean started shaking.

I thought for a minute he was having a seizure. His whole body tensed and
shook as I fucked him, he gasped and whimpered while his ass squeezed the
hell out of my cock - then I felt the wet explosion on my abs. The heat
and wetness of his eruption as he started shooting jet after jet of seed
between us. I continued my deep thrusts and kissed his neck and wherever
else I could get to.

Even when the shaking stop, he seemed to be gasping but I was so close,
and one more thrust and my cock started spewing my seed deep into Dean's
gut. It was intense, and I froze, unable to keep thrusting, but Dean must
have come back to himself somewhat because he started squeezing and using
his legs to keep the motion going. I collapsed on top of him and buried
my face into him as my universe exploded in pretty colors and
overwhelming pleasure.

I sort of came 'round to gentle nibbles and kisses with Dean's legs
holding my body tightly against him. I couldn't believe it - I was still
hard.

"Don't pull out yet," Dean whispered. "I love being this close to you and
having you inside me. It was so much better than I ever dreamed."

I nuzzled into the hair behind his ear. I inhaled his scent and enjoyed
how his body wrapped around every part of me. "I love you."

"I love you too, David. I knew we'd be good together, but wow..."

I snickered. "Yeah, wow. And... just so you know cowboy, I've claimed
your hot little ass. It's mine now."

Dean gripped my chin and turned me to him, kissing me gently. "It always
has been."

Fuck, that was cruel. I felt the tears forming, and nothing I could do
would stop them. I took the cowards path and buried my head back in his
neck and held on tight.


*   Scene 5   *
Jon Martinez

When Ethan pulled me into the bedroom, I already knew he was much more
experienced. It had been less than twenty-four hours since my first true
man on man sex. Sure, I'd jacked off with Taylor and even tried sucking
dick. But nothing like the thoughts that were running through Ethan's
head.

With both of us working on it, it didn't take much to make the bed. I had
mixed emotions about that. Not the making the bed part, the I had my own
bed now part. When I had to share with Dad, it took all my concentration
not to do anything. Now that we could do stuff, I didn't have an excuse
to share his bed. Damn, was this messed up.

"Awesome dude. Your very own king-sized bed." Ethan flopped back on the
bed and spread out his arms and legs. "So cool. I still have a twin.
Which sucks for good sex. When guys come over to fuck me, Dad has me use
the guest room."

"Do you ever sleep in his bed?"

"Since Mom's been gone, every night. I love it. Though if our dad's end
up together, I'm not sure how that will work. I'd sure miss him, how
about you?"

"Well, we haven't been here all that long, and I didn't have a bed so,
yeah, I've been sharing a bed. But nothing happened."

"That's fucked up Dude. No way could I spend a night in your dad's bed
and not ride him."

I blushed at the mental picture. I had no idea how things would go now.
Would I ever end up sharing a bed with him again? "Yeah, not sure I could
now either."

"That's more like it. I told you that you'd adjust. So with what they did
to you... does that mean you gotta get fucked all the time like the
satyrs?"

"Sorry, I don't really know much about them. Just what Ashley's told me."

"Oh, they're servants too, and they help Bacchus seduce people. Whatever
he does to them makes them horny all the time, and from what I hear,
they're sort of irresistible."

"I guess there might be similarities. I'm supposed to be able to get
people worked up, and somehow I feed on their lust. Sex is part of it,
but eventually, I won't have to have sex to feed on the lust."

"Can you feed on my lust?"

"Yeah... I can smell it and taste it too."

"Cool! What do I taste like?" Ethan sat up and looked at me eagerly.

"Strawberries, and sweet."

"Fuck, I love strawberries. You mean like candy or like desserts?"

"Not sure." I was starting to feel a little awkward. Somehow, his
enthusiasm made him seem younger, and that made me feel guilty. I was
just starting to tell myself that maybe we shouldn't when he grabbed my
head and pulled me into a kiss.

For being young, he sure knew what he was doing. His tongue was in my
mouth, and he had me hard and my heart pounding in seconds. The taste was
very clear now. He broke the kiss.

"Well?"

"Strawberry ice cream."
"Huh... I like that. Can I use your bathroom?" Ethan asked.

"Sure, help yourself."

He was back a few minutes later, completely naked. "Aren't you gonna take
your clothes off?"

I couldn't help but stare a bit, Ethan was perfectly smooth and lean. His
body was very fit, and he had enough muscle tone to show. I pulled myself
away and headed into the bathroom. I'll admit I was struggling a bit. My
body wanted him real bad, and I knew he was fantasizing about all the
ways I'd fuck him. I washed up a bit and used the special features on the
toilet. I stepped back into the bedroom to see Ethan sprawled again on
the bed, this time on his stomach with his cute ass sticking up in the
air.

"Come on... I know you want it," he teased.

I crawled on the bed and kissed his cute, perky butt. I breathed in his
scent and kissed the smooth, soft skin before letting my tongue trail
down over his tiny pink pucker. Damn, he tasted so incredibly sweet. I
kissed his rosebud and let my tongue tease him a bit. The more I tasted,
the more I wanted. I lapped at his balls and pulled his cock back into my
mouth - it was just as sweet. I may have lost my reasoning ability at
that point.

Fortunately, Ethan didn't mind in the least, and he proceeded to show me
all he'd learned. It was a good thing I hadn't started my new job yet
because I'd have been in no condition. We fucked like rabbits. I took him
in every position he could think of and lost count of how many loads I
dropped in his ass or fucked out of him.

By the time I finally collapsed in exhaustion, I had no doubts that Ethan
was a total cock whore. He had no limits and couldn't seem to get enough.
I might have been worried at first about how big I was compared to his
bottom, but he quickly dispelled any doubts and took me like a pro.

I pulled him into me with my cock tucked between his legs as we fell
asleep. It was nice being snuggled up against another body.

Waking up was also a new experience. Not the waking part, but the warm,
hot mouth wrapped around my morning wood. A great way to start the day. I
came to slowly and realized pretty quickly what was happening. Also
helped that with my new abilities I picked up on Ethan's thoughts before
I even opened my eyes.

He was already dressed and on his hands and knees between my legs,
sucking me down like a champ. Ethan saw me wake and smiled around my dick
in his mouth.

"Good morning," I said.

He released me with a wet slurp. "Good morning. Hope you don't mind. I
wanted a protein shake before I left for school."

"My pleasure," I laughed, and he resumed his sucking. It only took
another minute or two before I was giving him what he wanted. He sucked
down every drop then licked my shaft clean.

"Mmmm, good. I told your dad I was gonna practice until I could get him
all the way down my throat. I'm not quite there, but I got most of you
in."

"Yeah, you did. Excellent job by the way."

Ethan moved up and kissed me, letting me taste my seed on his tongue.
"Thanks for last night. That was awesome. You ever need a fuck, call me.
We live close; I can get here in less than five minutes."

"I'll remember that."

"See ya." Ethan gave a gentle stroke to my cock before heading out the
door. I could hear Dad and Dean's voices as I snuggled back into the soft
covers. What a night! I heard the back door close and thought I heard
footsteps coming up the stairs.

"You awake?" Dad whispered from the door.

I sat up a bit and saw him in the dim light. He was in a robe and looked
way too sexy; his hair all messed up and scruffy stubble on his face.
"Yeah... I think he wore me out."

Dad laughed and walked up beside the bed. "Mind if I crawl in with you?
I'm exhausted."

"If you get naked." I turned enough to look at him and saw the robe slide
off his shoulders. Yeah, he was naked and so fucking hot. He lifted the
covers and climbed into bed with me. I wrapped my body around him and
hugged him in tight.

"Love you, Tiger."

"Love you, Dad. How was last night?"

"Fucking amazing. You?"

"Good, but I missed you."

"Me too. Maybe when we wake up, we can get reacquainted."

"Mmmm... sounds nice." I snuggled into him and enjoyed the heat of his
body.


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CHARACTERS / GLOSSARY:

* Aphrodite - the Greek Goddess of love, beauty, pleasure, and
procreation. The Romans referred to her as Venus.
* Anteros - One of the Erotes, Greek god of requited love, and the one
who punished those who scorn love and the advances of others, also the
avenger of unrequited love. Son of Aphrodite, brother of Eros.
* Bacchus - (As named by the Romans) Also sometimes known as Dionysus. He
is the Greek the god of the grape harvest, winemaking and wine, food and
consumption, fertility, theatre, and ecstasy and is the protector of
those who do not belong in conventional society. His wine, music, and
dance free his followers from inhibitions, self-conscious fears, and
worries to allow them to break from oppressive restraints. He is the son
of Zeus.
* Brown, Debbie - Social Worker, sister of Megan Martinez, mother of
Oliver
* Brown, Oliver - Student, son of Debbie, cousin of Jon Martinez, nephew
of David
* Campbell, Ashley - Student, daughter of Jed and Joanna
* Campbell, Blaze - A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus, brother of Ashley, son
of Jed and Joanna
* Campbell, Jed - Servant of Bacchus, Sherriff, Married to Joanna, father
of Ashley
* Cavanaugh, Josh - Student, son of Troy Cavanaugh
* Cavanaugh, Troy - Servant of Bacchus, Mayor of Bacchus Springs, Married
to Bobbie, father of Josh
* Dara, Chetana - A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus, daughter of Rakesh,
Sister of Sinha
* Dara, Rakesh - A servant of Bacchus, Manager of the Bacchus Springs
Resort and Spa, father of Sinha and Chetana
* Dara, Sinha, - 'Sin'- A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus, son of Rakesh,
Brother of Chetana
* Donaldson, Benjamin, 'Ben', 'Benny' - A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus.
College student, brother to Jake, parents are Brad and Catherine
* Donaldson, Brad - Owns the health club Mufflers, married to Catherine,
father of Jake and Benjamin
* Donaldson, Catherine, 'Cathy' - A nurse, married to Brad, mother to
Jake and Benjamin
* Donaldson, Jake - A servant of Bacchus, college student, brother to
Benjamin, parents are Brad and Catherine
* Eros - Greek God of love, sexual desire, and protector of homosexual
love. One of Aprhrodite's Erotes. Sometimes referred to as Cupid. There
is disagreement on whether Eros is the son of Aphrodite or one of the
original primordial gods - neither Eros or Aphrodite will clarify.
* Harris, Ford - Servant of Bacchus, Owner and operator of Bacchus
Construction
* Himeros - Greek God of desire and unrequited love. One of Aphrodite's
Erotes and brother of Eros.
* Jensen, Dean - Servant of Bacchus, Investments Broker/Banker, best
friend of David Martinez, married to Kelly, father of Ethan and Emma
* Jensen, Emma - Student, son of Dean and Kelly, older sister of Ethan
* Jensen, Ethan - Student, son of Dean and Kelly, younger brother of Emma
* Jensen, Kelly - Teacher, Wife of Dean and mother of Ethan and Emma
* Martinez, Antonio 'Tony', Federal Employee, divorced, brother of David
and Bernardo
* Martinez, Bernardo 'Bernie', Architect, husband of Casey, father of
Liam and Noah, brother of David and Antonio
* Martinez, Casey - wife of Bernardo, mother of Liam and Noah
* Martinez, David - Servant of Bacchus, Lawyer, father of Jon
* Martinez, Jon - College student, son of David
* Martinez, Liam - Student, son of Casey and Bernardo, cousin of Jon,
older brother of Noah
* Martinez, Megan - Deceased wife of David Martinez and mother of Jon,
sister of Debbie Brown
* Martinez, Noah - Student, son of Casey and Bernardo, cousin of Jon,
younger brother of Liam
* Matthew - A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus
* Pothos - Greek God of sexual longing, yearning and desire. One of
Aphrodite's Erotes. Disagreement on whether he's Eros's son or brother.
* Russo, Bella - Baker and mother of Ronnie
* Russo, Ronnie - Servant of Bacchus, Baker and owner of Sinful Delights,
son of Bella
* St. Anthony's - a hospital and insane asylum outside of Bacchus Springs

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