Date: Sat, 5 Jan 2019 17:25:40 +0100 From: Nifty Boy Subject: Holiday Love, Chapter 10 Holiday Love By Niftyboy (niftyboy01@gmail.com) Chapter 9: The Discovery It took the kids a few moments to overcome their sense of disorientation and Kevin slowly pulled out of Sven and tugged his sticky penis under the pouch of his g-string. They both jumped down and looked at Lydia. "But we were away for nearly a week," Sven said and looked confused at his aunt. The boys looked at each other and could not understand what had occurred. They had been gone for a week but here there seemed to have been away at all. "Come boys, let's go out and talk to your parents," Lydia suggested and looked at the kids in a strange way. They crawled out of the cave and were greeted by Kevin's parents. "What happened?" Kevin's mother asked, with her eyebrows raised inquiringly. "We went back to ancient Greece, you have to believe us," Sven said urgently, and Kevin nodded emphatically. "Really, we were there for about a week," Kevin added. "I watched the boys. They haven't been gone at all. The light flickered, and they seemed to jerk slightly, but that was all," Lydia told the parents and shrugged helplessly. She wanted to believe the boys, but she found the idea that the kids had been going back in time ludicrous, to say it mildly. It was far more likely that they had been lying or, more charitably, that their imagination had gotten the better of them. "Please, come to the lake. There is something hidden there," Kevin said and tugged at the arm of his mother. She looked helplessly at her husband and Lydia. The adults shrugged and finally relented. "Sure, let's have a look," Kevin's father said and raised his hands placatingly. The kids ran down to the lake and dived into the clear water without hesitation. They swam towards the middle of the lake and then dived down. The water was perfectly clear, and they could see the ground well. The lake was about twenty yards deep at most and the kids managed to dive down to the ground easily. The bottom of the lake was covered mostly with sand and a few rocks and stones. The water was too clean for plants to be able to grow and there were no fishes. The kids swam up to the surface to catch their breaths and went down again. Meanwhile, Lydia and Kevin's parents sat down at the shore and watched the kids surfacing and then diving down again and again. Kevin and Sven became more and more agitated. They both had a terrible premonition that in the end Lysippos had not kept his word. The kids were getting exhausted from the repeated diving and it took longer and longer for them to catch their breath. "Kids, please, come here. It is fine, we never really believed that you had gone back in time," Kevin's father called from the shore. Sven glanced at Kevin and wondered if they should give up. "No, let's go down one more time," Kevin said stubbornly. The boys gulped in air and then dove down. They held their breath and swam down to the ground. Suddenly Kevin noticed a strange triangular stone peeking out of the sand. He swam towards it and wiped the sand away with his hands. Sven helped him and after a few seconds they realized that before them was the corner of a large crate that was mostly hidden in the sand. They swam up and gulped in air. "We found it," the kids yelled excitedly, before they dove down again. They uncovered more of the large crate and realized that it was made of marble and at least two yards on each side and nearly as high. It was obviously too heavy to raise without technical help. They swam towards the shore and explained what they had seen. Lydia still looked dubious, but then she got up and took off her clothes till she stood before them wearing only a thong. She followed the kids into the water and then dove down with them. To her astonishment she realized that the boys had been correct. The crate had reliefs at the sides that suggested that it belonged to the archaic period of Greece and must have been laying on the bottom of the lake for about two and a half millennia. They dove up and Lydia waded out of the water. "The kids have really found something. It's a large marble box and might be from the Archaic period. I guess it could be a coincidence," she said, still a bit doubtful. "There will be a statue inside," Kevin interjected. "You will believe us when you have opened it," Sven added and smiled eagerly. "Hmm, perhaps," Kevin's father replied, clearly not yet convinced. "We have to get some stuff here tomorrow. We need some bottles with compressed air and a few lifting bags," Lydia said and was already deep in contemplation on how to raise the crate. "We can get everything at the harbor and bring it here tomorrow. The boys have to help us, but we should be able to carry it using a cart," she proposed. The adults still did not belief the time travel story of the boys, but they were all excited by the discovery. They decided to all go to the village and buy the material needed to raise the crate. They would have a big meal and stay overnight in a hotel and then come back to the valley in the morning. The boys found the prospect of a meal especially appealing. Many things were nice in the past, but the food was atrocious. They arrived at the harbor after about an hour's walk and headed straight for a restaurant. They found a table outside and sat down and started eating. Kevin's parents felt very uncomfortable when they saw quite a number of tourists staring at their practically naked son. The kids themselves were too much concentrating on the food to notice the stares, some of them disapproving and quite a few leering. After a large meal they got up and went to a shop with diving supplies. Lydia bought a large hand cart and loaded it with pressurized air bottles, four large lifting bags, ropes and an inflatable raft. Then they went to look for a hotel and managed to find two rooms in a small inn. They bought some bread and cheese and wine and water and had dinner in their rooms. Everybody was in high spirits and the boys could barely wait till they could raise the crate and proof that they had been back in the past. The parents insisted that Kevin sleep in their room. They had missed him too much and wanted to have him close by. Sven stayed with Lydia and they all went to bed. For Kevin and Sven, it felt strange to be separated. Both kids tossed and turned and found it difficult to sleep, because of the excitement and because they were not together. Sleep finally came, and they slept until the morning. Kevin woke up early and got up carefully to not wake his parents. He went out naked and knocked lightly at Lydia's and Sven's room. After a few seconds the door opened, and Sven pulled him in. "I missed you so much," Kevin whispered while Sven kissed him passionately. "The showers all occupied. We can't do it in the bathroom outside," Kevin whispered. "Just be quick and quiet," Sven said urgently. He bent over the table in the room and spread his legs wide. Kevin stood behind his lover and pushed into him. He put one hand over Sven's mouth to keep him quiet and began stroking him with the other hand. He thrust slowly in and out, careful to be as silent as possible. Their orgasms built slowly up until Kevin leaned over Sven and pressed in and shuddered. His penis twitched and pumped inside the Swedish boy. Sven spasmed too and his boycum splashed on the floor under them. They whimpered softly, and Kevin remained inside the boy, his chest against Sven's back. "That was so nice. I want to stay inside you forever," he whispered into Sven's ear. "Boys, you can do that, but not today and not in my room. We have to leave soon," Lydia said gently. The kids turned their heads and saw Lydia sitting in her bed and grinning. The blanket was at her feet and she was naked, and her nipples erect and hard. "You are horrible, you exude hormones like in a bordello," she sighed and fingered her labia. "Go out so that I can play with myself. I so wish my girlfriend was here," she sighed and waved them out. "Sorry," Kevin murmured embarrassedly and pulled out of Sven. The two naked kids quickly left the room and slid into the room of Kevin's parents. The parents were just getting up and quickly looked away when they saw the two boys entering. Kevin did not realize but a string of semen was dangling from the tip of his cockhead and his penis was glistening with anal fluids. Kevin grabbed his g-string and quickly put it on. Sven remained naked and sat down on Kevin's bed, one foot tucked under his bare buttocks. The parents went out to the bathroom and were soon back, wearing hiking clothes and ready for the day. Lydia entered and was ready too, similarly attired as Kevin's parents. She smiled and threw Sven's tiny g-string at him. He laughed and caught it and wiggled into it. They went to a small bar at the harbor and had a nice breakfast, knowing that raising the marble crate would take a lot of energy from each of them. They got their heavily laden cart and started on the strenuous hike to the valley. All the material they were carrying was quite heavy and even with the cart their going was slow. The roads were not paved and often the kids had to push from behind while Kevin's father pulled the cart. After crossing the gorge, the going became somewhat easier but it was midday before they finally arrived at the lake. Despite their exhaustion, everyone was much too excited to rest. Soon the raft was inflated, and they paddled to the middle of the lake. The kids dived in with ropes and the lifting bags. They were fortunate that at the four sides of the large marble crate, somebody two and a half thousand years ago had thoughtfully attached loops made of stone. The boys were able to tie one end of the ropes to the loops and the other end to the lifting bags. They dropped the bottles with pressurized air and connected them to the bags. They carefully opened the bottles and the floatation bags slowly filled with air. The large marble crate began shaking and rocking. It slowly rose through the water, pulled up by the bags. Once the bags were at the surface, Kevin's parents and Lydia attached a rope and tugged everything to the shore with the boat. It took another hour and the judicious pressurizing and depressurizing of two lifting bags placed under the heave crate, but finally the crate was safely on dry land. The boys were too exhausted to do anything. They had been diving for hours and helping to drag the heavy crate on the grass had been too much. They collapsed and stretched out on their backs and were laying in the sun to recuperate. Kevin's mother fed them fruits and gave them water to drink, while Lydia and the father carefully pried the lid of the crate open. They had to be very cautious, since even the crate was a work of art and covered with reliefs depicting two boys in all manner of poses and sexual positions. With an ear-piercing, scraping sound, the lid moved and then was put carefully on the ground by Lydia and the father. Kevin's mom joined the group. They looked into the crate and saw a statue inside. It was life-sized and made of pearly-white marble. It was not clear yet what it depicted, and they could only make out limbs and a slender back. They tried to lift it out of the crate, but it was too heavy. Then Lydia realized that the sides of the crate where held together by plugs at the corners. They pulled the plugs out and were able to lower the side-panels of the crate to the ground and the statue stood before them in all its glory. The panels of the crate fitted so perfectly that no water had managed to enter through during all the millennia and the statue was in perfect state, as if it had been completed just a day ago. Kevin's mother gasped and clamped her hands before her mouth. The father had his eyes wide open and blushed and even Lydia was shocked when she realized what was before them. The statue showed two boys engaged in wild sex. One boy was on all fours, leaning on his elbows and his thighs spread wide and his hips raised high. The other boy was crouching and leaning over the boy on all fours, his cockhead lodged inside the boy under him. Both kids had their heads tilted back and their faces showed ecstatic, orgiastic expressions. Their lips were parted as if they were yelling from lust and their eyes half closed. They were tense, and all the ridges of their lean muscles were perfectly captured by the artist. But what had shocked the three adults was less the explicit depiction of two boys having sex but the faces of the boys. The boy below had a slender, elf-like face, still boyish despite being in the thrall of an orgasm. His body was slim but with wiry muscles. The other boy had a slightly rounder face with high cheekbones and was slender but with thicker muscles. It was very obvious that the statues showed Sven being fucked by Kevin and both kids climaxing. Lydia walked behind the statue and crouched and saw that the artist had perfectly captured the two stiff penises of the boys. The kid below had a slender penis pointing straight forward while from the penis of other boy only the shaft was visible. The artist had even managed to depict the stretched anal muscle that was clenched tightly around the ridge of the cockhead the boy on top. Even the veins at the underside of the penises of the kids had been captured. Lydia brushed with the tip of her finger along the vein of the penis of the kid at the top and felt a slight bump. Her eyes widened when she realized that the artist had depicted the moment when a glob of semen was shooting through the vein, just before it shot out and into the boy below. She glanced over to the boys. They were sitting the grass and blushed and smile sheepishly. Kevin squirmed and did not know where to look. Lydia had to smile. They looked so cute and innocent, like two helpless puppies. At the same time, she had her finger on the engorged shaft of the marble penis that clearly was a depiction of Kevin's. The boys might look as innocent as two young pups, but they were clearly not. She turned and had another look at the reliefs that were all over the panels of the crate. She looked closely, and it was obvious that they showed Kevin and Sven in different poses, the faces of the boys clearly recognizable. If she had any doubts, the reliefs dispelled all doubts that the kids were very far from the pure angels that they resembled. One relief showed Sven on his back with Kevin squatting over his face. Another one showed Kevin standing and holding his penis in his hand peeing on Sven who was kneeling before him. There was a depiction of Kevin fucking Sven with his wrists tied behind his back and another one with Sven tied to a pole and groped by Kevin. She smiled at Kevin's parents who were still blushing. She felt with them and understood that the statue and the reliefs must have come as a shock to them. Of course, they had known that their son had sex with Sven, but seeing it so graphically was something else altogether. Kevin's mother walked over to Lydia. "We know that we have to inform the scientists and the authorities about our find. But we would like to keep the boys out of it, if possible," she said to Lydia. Lydia nodded and agreed. "Of course, nobody needs to know. Nobody would believe anyway that the kids went back in time. Even I have troubles to get my head around it," she said. "Yes, we have to keep quiet about the cave and the glowing stone. We can inform the authorities later this evening and keep the boys out of sight at your place," Kevin's mom suggested. "Let's do that. The boys can walk back to my house and we go and tell the authorities about our discovery. In a few days everything will have blown over," Lydia agreed. "In a week or so we can come back to the valley. I am so curious about the marble stone and want to have a closer look at it," she added and Kevin's mom nodded. Lydia walked over to the sitting kids. "I see that you have been busy back in time," she said with a twinkle in her eyes. "We have decided that you go back on your own to my place. I will follow you later, after we have informed the authorities about the statue," she told them. "Ah, auntie. Can't we keep the statue?" Sven sulked and was clearly disappointed. "No, baby. It belongs to humanity. The statue is unbelievable and the artist a genius. The only statue that is comparable is 'Victorious Youth' by Lysippos," she explained. "That was his name," Kevin interjected. "Lysippos? Are you sure? You met Lysippos? The most famous artist of ancient Greece?" Lydia's eyes went wide. "Sure, yes. He was nice, even though he was more overseeing the other artists than doing stuff himself," Kevin said. "That is so exciting. You have to tell me everything, once we are back at our place. Now you should go on your way and wait for me. I will probably arrive late," Lydia said and pulled the boys up. Kevin went over to his parents. They smiled awkwardly but then hugged their son. "Go with Sven. We will deal with the authorities," Kevin's dad urged his son. The kids nodded and then walked away. It took them several hours to arrive at Lydia's house. Even though they had been diving all morning and were exhausted, they managed the long walk without a problem. Their daily running and the exercise they had gotten from posing had made them even fitter than they had already been. They were sitting outside and chatted and snuggled against each other and watched the sun disappearing behind the horizon. It was several hours later before Lydia finally arrived. She greeted the kids and took out her mobile phone and went to the BBC channel. They saw flashing news and an excited TV presenter interviewing an even more excited historian with a picture of their statue in the background. "It is all over the news. It is on BBC, CNN, Greek TV and basically any news channel and TV station. Some call it the find of the century," Lydia explained and grinned happily. "Tomorrow they will make interviews with Kevin's parents and me, even though we try to stay in background," she told them. She noticed that the boys looked somewhat disappointed. They obviously were excited and wanted to be in the limelight too. "Believe us, it is better if you are not part of it. You would be separated and imagine what the scientists or the military might do, if they were to believe that you could go back in time. You would be experimented upon for the rest of your life, or even worse," she explained. The kids nodded and understood. And they had to admit that it was also fun just to listen to the historians making wild hypotheses about the statue and the boys they were depicting. They giggled when they watched a historian on CNN talking about the statue and conjecturing that it actually depicted not real boys but was an allegory of Greece subduing an obscure city state. And they had to giggle even more when they saw that there were black bars all over the photograph of the statue to make it acceptable for the audience. "Boys, you should go to bed now. Katharina called yesterday and asked why you had skipped lessons several times. She was concerned and wanted to tell you that tomorrow is a public ballet performance at her school, and she would be happy if you could dance too," Lydia said and looked at Sven. "Ah, auntie, do I really have to go? We wanted to go the beach," Sven sulked. "Yes, you do. She is really expecting you and you are her favorite student," Lydia replied and looked sternly at the boy. "Lydia is right, you should go dancing. And I really enjoy watching you moving. I will get me some popcorn to enjoy it even more," Kevin added and grinned. Sven glared at Kevin and shuffled with his feet but finally relented. "OK, if you say so," he mumbled. "You have all day. The dancing is only at late afternoon. And you can dance to whatever music you want. And if you kids want to, you can dance together with Kevin," Lydia said and tried to make the bitter pill sweeter. "Oh, that is something different. Please tell Katharina that Kevin and I will gladly dance for her. We choose 'Predator against Prey'," he said with a twinkle in his eyes. "Kevin can do the predator and me the pray. I practiced the dance a while ago and I can teach Kevin the moves. It's not difficult, the predator can be kinda lumbering," he added and fixed Kevin with his eyes. The American boy blanched and squirmed but both Lydia and Sven looked at him in a way that did not tolerate any opposition. "Great, I will Katharina tell then," Lydia said and got up. "To bed you go. You are not in ancient Greece anymore and here I give orders," she said and held the curtain to the house open for the kids to enter. The boys sighed but then got up and cuddled together on their mat. Lydia undressed and soon all three were sleeping peacefully. They all slept until late morning. They had a nice breakfast during which Lydia peppered the kids with questions about ancient Greece. The boys tried to answer her as best as they could and told her everything they could remember. Once it was close to midday, the three went to the village. The boys went to the hairdresser at the market place. They spent two hours to cut their hair and color it again in bright electric blue and pink and then went for an extensive body scrubbing and massage. Kevin had a tiny stubble of pubic hair and went again through the painful waxing. When they stepped out into the marketplace, their bodies were gleaming and perfectly smooth. Before they left the salon, Sven got two large tubes with white and black body paint. "What is this for?" Kevin asked curiously. "It is for our dance. You will be a tiger with black stripes and I will be a gazelle with white ones," Sven explained. "I look forward to eat you on the stage. But you know that I can't really dance," Kevin said nervously. "You will be fine. The gazelle has the difficult part. The tiger just follows and prances and tries to catch the gazelle. If you just do what your body tells you to do and you imagine to be a tiger, you will be fine," Sven calmed his lover. They put their arms around each other and went for a walk through the village. As usual, tourists stared but when they went to the harbor one woman looked at the them with wide eyes. She turned to her companion and pointed at the kids. "Look, the two boys look exactly like the ones of the statue that has been discovered," she said excitedly to her friend. "Yes, it's uncanny. What a coincidence," the other woman agreed and stared at the boys. The kids smiled embarrassedly and quickly walked away. It was very unlikely that anybody would believe that they had travelled in time, but people might speculate that they had posed for the statue and that it was a fake. "We have to lay low for a while. At the moment the statue is all over the news and people can recognize us. In few weeks, most people will have forgotten about the statue but until then we have to be careful," Kevin said and Sven nodded. They went to a food stall and had a light lunch and then went back home. As soon as they arrived at the house, Kevin began fondling Sven and pressing him against the table outside the house. He did not waste any time and tugged the pouch of his g-string aside to free his erection and tried to bend the Swedish boy over the table. "Let's first practice dancing. You can do me afterwards. It is better if you shoot off just before the show dance anyway, so that you will be calm," Sven suggested and smiled and squirmed away from his horny lover. Kevin sighed but understood and tugged his erection back into the pouch. During the next hours, Sven showed him the dance-moves and the kids practiced diligently. Kevin was actually quite talented and very limber. His dancing was more energetic and rougher than Sven's, but that fitted a tiger well. When Lydia arrived, the boys were glistening with sweat and were just finishing their practice. "Hi kids," she greeted them and gave them some fruits that she had bought at the market. "Auntie, can you help us with the body paint before we go to dance school?" Sven asked. "Sure, I can do that. But first you have to shower," she replied and glanced at the sweaty boys and arched her eyebrows. The kids smiled embarrassedly and took off their g-strings and went behind the house to shower. Kevin turned on the water and was just about to step under the hose, when Sven laughed and jumped at him and wrapped his arms around his neck and his lean legs the waist. "Fuck me like an animal," Sven gasped into Kevin's mouth and kissed him hard. Kevin got rock hard at once and reached under Sven's thighs to support him. Sven moaned and slid down and felt the slick cockhead of Kevin pressing against his sphincter. He let himself drop and impale on the erection of the American boy. Sven squealed and then bounced up and down. The kissing got even wilder and Sven let his drool flow into Kevin's mouth. He bounced faster and more and more frantically. His own penis was rigid and rubbed against the flat abs of Kevin. Both kids moaned and yelped, not caring at all the Lydia could hear the noises of their love making. Sven plunged down again and again till he felt Kevin thrusting up and erupting. The feeling of the throbbing penis deep inside him pushed Sven over the edge and he ejaculated also over their abs. Kevin moaned and walked under the hose, his penis still stiff and holding his lover up. They stood under shower until Kevin's cock slowly softened and he let the boy glide down. They kissed and rubbed each other and once they were clean, turned off the water. They sat outside with Lydia, both naked and drying under the sun. "What do you want me to do with the body paint?" Lydia asked and examined the two tubes with paint. "Can you put black tiger stripes on Kevin and white ones like a gazelle has on me?" Sven told Lydia. "Sure, I can try that. Come Kevin, get up and stand with your feet apart," she said while she mixed the paint with water in a bowl. She dipped a paintbrush in the color and began painting stripes, starting with Kevin's face. Soon his cheeks and forehead were adorned with symmetrical stripes like a tiger. She continued with the neck and back and front with thinker stripes and painted his legs. "Don't forget his penis and balls," Sven said teasingly. "Of course, I just oversaw them," Lydia replied and chortled. "It is not the size that matters. It is what you do with it," Kevin replied indignantly. "And you use it very well. And look, it gets a bit bigger," Lydia said placatingly. She smiled sweetly at Kevin and gently rubbed his penis with her thumb. She and Sven watch with amusement how the slender cock lengthened and became rigid and the small cockhead engorged. "Good, now it is easier to pain," Lydia commented and reached for a finer brush. She added some fine lines starting from Kevin's pubic area down to his rigid penis "Can you hold back using it until you have finished dancing? The paint will not stay when you stick it into Sven," Lydia said and lightly patted the stiff penis and let it slap against the boy's tummy. Kevin grinned and nodded. Then it was time for Sven, and Lydia used the white paint to add stripes like on a gazelle. Once she was finished, the boys looked stunning. Whenever they moved the stripes emphasized the play of their slick muscles. Kevin resembled a cute tiger pup and Sven an innocent and gracile gazelle. "Do you want to wear the strings with the mesh pouches?" Lydia asked. "No, that is not necessary. We will dance naked," Sven said offhandedly. "Naked? What do you mean?" Kevin asked, his eyes wide. "Sure, have you ever seen a tiger wear clothes?" Sven asked innocently. Lydia and Kevin glanced at each other. "I guess you can try that. The stripes make it difficult to make out your genitals, and it will be early evening, so it will not be too bright anymore," Lydia commented. Kevin was anyway already nervous and having to perform naked made his anxiety even worse. But Lydia and Sven got up and prepared to go to the dance school. Sven took his hand and dragged him along. Kevin held Sven's hand tightly while they walked down the trail. Lydia and Sven chatted and did not seem to have any worry in the world. Kevin mentally shrugged and decided to go along. They arrived just when the sun was approaching the horizon. The show dancing was already underway, and there was a large crowd of tourists watching. The dancers had brought their friends along to watch and everyone clapped and cheered, even when the dancing was quite mediocre. Lydia and the kids were sitting a bit away from the audience and watched. The boys were standing and leaning against a tree and did not want to smudge the paint by sitting on the grass. After a while Katharina spotted them, waved and walked over to them. She looked surprised when she realized that the boys were naked but did not comment. "I am glad that you are coming. The dancers are enthusiastic, but unfortunately not very talented. It will be nice to end it on a high note with your dancing," the diminutive woman said in her thick Russian accent and smiled at Sven. "And your...costume...is definitely memorable," she added with a twinkle in her eyes. She glanced over to the stage where a fat tourist was dancing and then stumbling and falling on her wide buttocks. Katharina sighed and made a face, but then clapped too and made encouraging noises like the audience. "Boys, it's getting time for you to go behind the stage. This martyrium will soon end," Katharina sighed while she watched the fat woman getting up and continuing to waddle around on the stage. Sven and Kevin walked behind the stage and stretched and loosened their muscles. The fat woman walked down from the stage to loud cheering from the crowd. Two lades in tight leotards took their place and began dancing. The boys got ready and soon their time came. The two women walked down the steps and smiled at the kids. Kevin took a deep breath and then followed Sven onto the stage. The podium was illuminated by torches and the red light flickered across their naked bodies. Kevin could see that people close to the stage leaned forward and some where obviously wondering what the boys were wearing. But the painted stripes broke up the shapes of their bodies and it was difficult for them to really notice that the two boys were completely nude. Sven started dancing and impersonated a carefree, young gazelle. He jumped and hopped around, and Kevin had to smile when he saw the soft penis of his boyfriend swaying and swinging around. The boy moved gracefully and seemed to glide over the stage. After a while, Sven gave a sign to Kevin who had been waiting in the shadow. Kevin's heart was beating quickly when he stepped out into the light and began dancing too. He kept to the edge of the stage and moved slowly and menacing, like a young tiger on the prowl. His muscles were tense, and he crouched low and kept his eyes fixed on his lover. Meanwhile Sven continued to dance playfully, his feet barely touching the ground. Slowly Kevin moved closer, moving on all fours now. The audience was silent, and everyone watched the performance of the kids. Some where barely breathing when they followed Kevin's silent hunt. He got closer and closer to the dancing, carefree Sven, then he tensed his muscles and jumped. At the last second, Sven skidded aside and began dancing as if he was beside himself from fright. His head jerked left and right, and he ran around the stage to evade the predator. Kevin meanwhile resumed his slow and steady hunt while the gazelle calmed down. They continued doing this a few times, Kevin prancing and every time nearly missing his lover. The audience was caught up in the play and screamed every time Kevin tried to jump on the gazelle. Kevin did not realize it, but his penis had become hard and erect. The hunt had excited him and some of the audience saw his slender cock slapping against his abs. Kevin had completely forgotten that he was on a stage and heard his blood pounding in his ear. His vision contracted as he focused like a predator on his pray. Sven frolicked and cavorted and pretended to have forgotten about the tiger hunting him. Sven glanced over to his lover and noticed that Kevin had tensed his muscles, readying his body for a powerful jump. Sven sensed that their play had become more serious and that Kevin seemed to not clearly distinguish between reality and play anymore. Then Kevin jumped, his powerful legs catapulting him high and then crashing down on Sven. The Swedish boy was surprised and did not have time to evade. He felt the naked body of Kevin slamming against his back and forcing him down. Sven was facing the audience and shrieked when he felt Kevin's hard penis punching through his sphincter and ramming into him. The audience could not clearly see that the play had transformed into something else and watched the young tiger groping and grappling with the squirming and twisting gazelle. Most assumed that the thrusting movements of Kevin's hips were part of the dance while in reality he fucked the boy wildly and urgently. Soon Kevin threw his head back and yelped triumphantly and felt his semen spraying into his prey. Sven gasped when he felt Kevin's penis pumping inside him on the stage. Only once Kevin's climax subsided, he realized what he had just done. "Oops, it...it just happened," he whispered and blushed furiously. "It is OK, people probably didn't notice," Sven whispered back. Kevin pulled slowly out, then the audience erupted into loud cheering and yelling. The majority assumed that they had just watched the furious finale of a great dance performance and only those close to the stage and to the side had been able to see that the tiger had taken the gazelle anally. The kids got up and bowed deeply. Kevin's penis was still proudly erect. His cock was glistening with anal fluids and semen and it only slowly softened. The cheering did not seem to end, and the boys were soon joined by the other dancers. Katharina went up too and glanced at Kevin's glistening penis and had to grin. It was already dark when they had drinks and some food, and all the dancers and their friends chatted and let the evening end. The boys kept themselves somewhat in the background but had animated discussions with the other dancers and their friends. Many told them that they were stuck by their similarity to the statue that had just been found and the kids smiled embarrassedly and always tried to move the discussion to another topic. But the discovery of the statue was still the biggest news, especially on the island. Lydia met a young woman and was talking and laughing with her. At the end of the evening, Lydia told the boys that she would spend the night with her new girlfriend. Kevin and Sven went home alone and after a quick and frantic love-making slept quickly. When they woke up in the next morning, they took a shower to wash off the paint and then planned for the day. Both kids were curious what was happening in the hidden valley. They knew that it would be stupid for them to go there, but in the end they decided to go there anyway to have a look. They did not bother to wear anything and went jogging in the nude. The frequent running they had done in ancient Greece had made them so fit that they managed to arrive at the valley before midday. Once they entered the valley, they kept close to trees and palms. They approached the lake and saw many people milling around. The statue was still where they had left it but there were divers who were looking for more treasures in the lake. The kids hid inside a nearby group of palms and peeked out between the leaves and watched the busy scene. Scientists examined the statue and took measurements and photographs. There were a number of journalists and government officials and other hangers-on. The boys could also see soldiers who guarded the perimeter and protected the find from potential thieves. Kevin and Sven giggled and watched and discussed in low voices what the scientists might say about the statue and what weird theories they might have. But then one of the soldiers was shouting loudly and pointing over to them. He waved to his colleagues and they started walking quickly towards the kids. "Oh my god, they saw us," Sven whispered. The boys jumped up and ran away in panic. They heard more shouting and screaming and heavy steps close behind them. Kevin turned his head and saw five soldiers with submachine guns running behind them. The kids ran even faster. In their terror they managed to draw away from the heavily clothed and laden soldiers. They ran left and right and tried to run through small forests. Soon they found themselves close to the cave. They squeezed through the entrance and then scrambled desperately through the tunnel leading to the glowing stone. They heard loud voices close to the entrance, but it seemed that the soldiers had not yet seen the entrance to the cave. "They will shoot us," Sven gasped. Kevin and Sven were too much in shock to be able to think clearly. It was of course highly unlikely that the Greek soldiers would have shot two naked young teens in cold blood. But the boys were beyond rational thought and they only wanted to get away as far as possible. Sven climbed on the glowing slab of stone and pushed his hips up. Kevin jumped up behind him and stroked himself stiff and then penetrated his lover. Both kids tried to be quiet and the only sound in the cave was Kevin slapping against Sven and the increasingly labored breathing of the boys. "Oh god, please, I want to be away from here, as far as possible," Kevin groaned and then felt an orgasm approaching. He plunged his cock deep into Sven and then ejaculated and felt the boy shuddering under him. Then the light flickered, and they were whisked away in time and space.