Boys Will Be Boys - Their First Time (38 page)

Xenephon closed his eyes and moaned a soul shattering moan as he began to work slowly in and out.
He breathed
Adrian
’
s name over and over, and the boy
’
s fragrant breath fanned
Adrian
’
s face.
The heat of their ardor caused them to perspire, but in their passion, the sweat smelled of rose water.
The athlete continued to kiss and caress
Adrian
’
s face and chest as he worked.
Adrian
ran his hands all over the beautiful, muscular body that held him.
He touched Xenephon
’
s nipples
,
and the boy increased his pace.

The great cock stayed bone-hard as he shoved it in and out over the screaming prostate.

Adrian
could feel his juices pushing toward freedom
,
and he pulled the boy to him as he met him thrust for thrust.
Finally, in a last thrashing, pushing, rending shove, the Prince cried out and spilled his young seed into Adrian, who shot a bolt of semen across his and the chest of the wonderful boy.
They floated slowly down to earth as Xenephon licked the milk of love from
Adrian
’
s chest. It was a moment to cherish forever
.
Afterward, the two young men nestled in each other
’
s arms and dozed
un
til early morn when the Prince took him again.
The two climbed toward the summit together, and their climax was the pinnacle of
Adrian
’
s experience.

As the hours and days went by, their fondness for one another grew to a tender and often blazing love.
For weeks
,
they did not leave the Prince
’
s apartments.

Food was brought in to them, but often went untouched
as they tasted the feast of love.
The boy was an
excellent instructor and found an apt and eager pupil in the ravenous
Adrian
.
Twice during the weeks of their
“
honeymoon
,”
Xenephon brought some of his friends over and treated
Adrian
to an orgy of new delights even the carvings on the wall were unable to portray.
Usually the young men who visited them came in pairs, but didn
’
t hesitate to switch partners.
Fun and Greek games!
Sometimes they would form a daisy chain and enjoy a mass blow job.
There was something incredibly exciting about doing it in a group with equal interests.
Adrian
liked them all and found that each tasted different and had different and often kinky methods to their madness.

Above all, as in the games, Xenephon was the best.

The year of their passion flew by. But all good things must end, and finally, in a lavish parting ceremony,
Adrian
bid farewell to Xenephon, who sailed away to his princess.

Adrian
was desolate.
No one could console him.

Menelaus patted him on the back and offered him a replacement for the adorable Xenephon, but at the moment
,
Adrian
felt there was no being on earth who could take the place of his beloved.

Helen hung around him and kissed him a little more than gently on the cheek.
She whispered something about
“
a roll
in
the
hay
,”
but
Adrian
was too preoccupied with his own grief to notice.

He wandered the halls with his head drooping and his very soul in torment.
He came at last to their room.

He thought of all the wonders that had been performed there
,
and as he gazed at the bas
relief on the wall, he sighed a deep sigh.

Suddenly he heard a scurrying of feet.
He turned toward the window.
There was no breeze, yet the heavy curtains were moving in a most mysterious way.

Beneath them, he could see sandaled feet sticking out.

“
Who
’
s there?
”
demanded
Adrian
.

“
Shh.
Not so loud.
Ya want to get me killed?
”
ca
m
e a muffled voice from the draperies.
Then a handsome blond head peeked out.
“
I
’
m
Paris
.
”

“
Not
the
Paris
?
”
Adrian
exclaimed in a whisper.

The
P
rince winked at
Adrian
.
“
Is there more than one?
”

Adrian
shrugged, but even in the curtained shadows, he could see that
Paris
, the chosen of the gods, was as beautiful as his legend.

The famous troublemaker whispered again,
“
Hey, man, you
’
re kinda cute, ya know.
”

“
Yeah, I know, but you
’
re gorgeous
!
”

“
Maybe we should get together as soon as I get out of this mess,
”
Paris
offered.

“
W
hat mess?
”

“
Troy
and
Sparta
have been arch enemies for centuries.
My ship got smashed on those damned rocks
,
and I
’
m the only survivor.
I made my way up the river
,
and here I am.
If they catch me, it
’
s curtains for ol
’
Paris
.
”

Adrian
thought for a moment.
Then an idea struck him.

“
What we need is a hostage.
I
’
m going with you, beautiful.
Let
’
s see
...
who
’
d make a good hostage?
”

Just then
,
Adrian
spied Queen Helen coming around the corner.
She headed in their direction.

“
Adrian
, honey
,
”
she called out.
“
I
’
ve been looking for you.
How about a roll in the hay?
”

Adrian
pretended he didn
’
t hear the remark.
“
How about the Queen?
”
suggested
Adrian
.

“
Now there
’
s a history making idea
,
”
agreed the Prince of Troy with a look toward the approaching Queen.

“
W
ho
’
s he?
”
demanded the Queen, glaring at the handsome prince.

“
Helen,
I
’
d
l
ike you to meet
Paris
.
Paris
,
Helen.
”

“
Hi there,
”
said
Paris
.

“
Paris
?
A
Trojan?
”
yelped the Queen.
“
I
’
ll get the guards. Menelaus will have his head!
”

“
Helen, cool it
,
”
admonished
Adrian
.

“
Oh very well, he
’
s safe for now.
But how about you and me have a little romp in yon hay?
”
she asked pointing toward the nearby bed.

“
But your majesty, not in front of our guest
,
”
gasped the shocked Adrian Metropolis.

“
Matters not,
”
returned the Queen.
“
Ya got a cute little bod and I want it
.
”

“
What about Menelaus?
”
inquired
Adrian
.

“
You mean his fuckin
’
Royal Impotence? He couldn
’
t get it up for me if his crown depended on it
,
”
the Queen scowled a queenly scowl.
“
I
’
ve tried everything
.
I mean
everything
!
I
’
ve twirled and stoked and sucked it.
I even sat on it and did a three-hundred sixty degrees
.
”

“
Maybe
...
”
Adrian
tried to suggest.

Helen went on unimpeded; growing angrier with every word.
“
Oh, he
’
s horny enough for that heel, Achilles.
I peeked through the door at those two one night. I couldn
’
t believe it,
”
she said to the fascinated pair.

“
Can you imagine, Menelaus was fucking Achilles in the armpit!
”

Adrian
winked at
Paris
.
“
Oh, the old armpit caper.
”

The Queen turned her baby blues on
Adrian
and batted her eyelashes.
“
Come on
Adrian
, just a quickie?
”
she pleaded.

Adrian
put a hand to his forehead.
“
I
’
ve got a headache.
How about
Paris
here?
”

Helen of
Sparta
– s
oon to be Helen of Troy
–
.she was the original jet-setter
–
spat a mighty spit.
“
A Trojan? They
’
re poison!
Besides
...
they
’
re all fags!
”

“
They are?
”
beamed
Adrian
at
Paris
.

The Prince of Troy winked at
Adrian
then said impatiently
,
“
Say folks, while we
’
re standing here playing with ourselves, the net
’
s closin
’
in on ol
’
Paris
.
”

“
Helen,
”
said
Adrian
excitedly.
“
Time
’
s a wastin
’
l
ook
...
”
then resignedly he made the sacrifice.
“
Look, I
’
ll give you a roll in the hay that
’
ll knock yer socks off
i
f you
’
ll help me rescue
Paris
here.
”

Helen gave him a suspicious look.
“
Now wait a minute.
I thought this Trojan pansy and I were the only queens in this room.
Are you sure you won
’
t pull a Menelaus on me.
”