In the year 708 ab urbe condita (45 B.C.), a father and son, freeborn citizens and plebeians of the Republic of Rome, were walking along the Appian Way between Rome and, keeping to the left edge of the paved stone path as the middle of this well-worn roadway upon which carts, carriages and chariots were a frequent hazard. This had them traveling along the same direction as the wheeled traffic, and they had to keep a constant look-out for horses that became startled or drivers who might be vicious with their whips.
Both of them wore a brown one-piece garment that covered them from their shoulders and neck down to their middle hips, beneath this they had a well-stained loin wrap, and on their feet they wore leather sandals that they tied to their feet and ankles to keep them attached. Their lot was not a happy one, a freeborn citizen was less well off than a slave unless they were fortunate enough to have inherited some property or connection to a landed owner by family or marriage, and they had neither. All they had were their wits and themselves. Their possession were carried by the father in a small bag he wore slung around his chest and it held some small amount of bread and a spare loin wrap for each of them, water they had to beg from farmers or drink from the wells that were stationed along the Way for the benefit of travelers and horses.
The father was named Lucius Spurius and the boy was named Gaius Spurius. A fire that had ravaged a house had left the man as an unknown orphan and with no way to know his lineage, he had been given the simple last name of "Spurius" or "foundling." His son had inherited that name as his clan remained a mystery and would remain so until he had the fortune to be adopted by some man or other who favored him enough to do so.
Tired from walking and worn from the heat, the father gestured to the boy to come to rest under a fortunate nearby tree and they did so, the father pulling out a large piece of bread and breaking it into two servings, keeping the larger for himself and giving the smaller piece (about one-third of it) to his son. The boy was only some seven years of age, so this was not as unfair as it may have seemed, and neither would get a full belly from the meal. As they ate, the two conversed in soft voices too low to understand and the boy listened and obeyed to his father's wishes. Done with his bread, the boy then went to stand closer to the road and began to watch the traffic that was traveling his way.
Gaius, now that he was standing in one place, could be seen better and he struck a rather winsome pose. His hair was jet black as if night had kissed his head and never left his locks since. His eyes were a beautiful hazel tone of brown mixed with green that seemed to change in their densities from moment to moment like a kaleidoscope. His face was clean and healthy with no pockmarks of disease or wasting away from poor diet, his cheeks were full, his eyes were glittering, his skin on his face and arms and legs were thin but spoke of the vitality of youth that would send any boy-loving man alive with ardor. After all, in Rome, a man could love a boy and while others might laugh at him, it did not cause them to execrate him if he were a man of station and power, such a man could dally as he liked as long as he had a wife and bore an heir and plucked his dalliances among others than the noble boys of the clans.
So when a palanquin of a nobleman came close, Gaius became animated and the man inside the covered litter which was open to show him the route, saw the boy and his eyes glistened with interest and he bad his littermen (seven strong men, a missing man for the usual eight) bring his palanquin to a stop and they brought his litter off the roadway and set it down gingerly next to the boy who raced up to greet the occupant of the litter and made a proper obeisance to the nobleman inside. "How may I serve you, Citizen of Rome?" he asked.
"Rise, boy, and let me ask in turn, how may I serve you, I saw you waving and seek to find out your need. Do you ask coins of me, I have a few if that is all you seek," the nobleman offered.
The father came up quickly and made his own obeisance. "My son and I need to make our way to Brindisi and would ask if I might hire on to work with you for that distance, as we see your lack of eight men to carry you hence. My son could ride with you and...entertain you for the ride as well." Gaius felt the nobleman's eyes burning through his tunic, and he smiled both bashfully, yet coyishly.
"You are not as healthy as my litter-bearers but you ascertain my need, and I can pay you a small fee in exchange for your service in addition to feeding and boarding you safely at night for the travel," the man said. "I am called Fabius Flaminius Minoris, and I am bound only so far as Tarracina. However, there I am familiar with several of the ship's captains and if you are so inclined, I can get you passage on a ship bound for Brindisi and you can sail as a deckhand for that distance."
"You are so very kind. Gaius, be so kind as to join our patron in his litter," Lucius told his son and Gaius hastily obeyed. Fabius lowered all of his litter hangings, and the litter-bearers grinned at each other, for their master's proclivities were well known, and Lucius merely grinned along with them, for he knew full well that he had been so hired and favored by the nobleman strictly because Fabius had a taste for his son's flavor of meat. The boy had to help earn his keep, after all.
Now as private as his coverings and his position in life could afford him, Fabius shuffled off his toga of office and now wore only a white tunic in the same design as Gaius', and he smiled over at Gaius who smiled back as broadly.
Up close, Gaius could see the nobleman much clearer, no fat lazy senator, this one! He had a well-muscled body and his face was clean and very handsome, his hair was a dark brown, his eyes were black as Gaius' hair, and they drove into Gaius' breast as they looked at him, his cheeks were straight and flat, and one of them bore a white sword scar along the edge where a strike had sliced him there from some foe's knife. His bearing was that of a soldier who had battled long on behalf of the Empire, and who carried many honors in his wake, for his bearing was that of a commander and he would lead a group even if he did not own the badges of office. It was incongruous that he would be riding in a palanquin, he should be astride a beautifully shining stallion at the head of a battalion of men marching in formation, not idling on soft cushions like he was.
"It is going to be a hot day, boy, you should get comfortable for we will travel much of the day. Have you eaten your midday meal yet?" Fabius asked the boy.
"I have, but it was not enough to fill my stomach," Gaius said honestly. "Still, I can wait until the evening meal if I must."
"No need for that," Fabius reached into a small box he had and drew out some well-made sweet cakes and gave two of them to Gaius, keeping one for himself, which he nibbled. "Are you thirsty, also?"
"I drank water only two hours ago," Gaius answered, after swallowing his mouthful of the cake, it was delicious to him, he got sweet foods so rarely.
"I have wine, you should have some, to help you with the sweetcakes," Fabius said.
Giaus didn't argue, and when he finished the one cake, he took the wineskin and drank a hefty gulp from it. The wine was strong and he felt a little dizzy, but that was good, Fabius would want him a little drunk.
Fabius grinned and took a long drink from it as well as Gaius tackled the second sweetcake. Done, he again accepted the wineskin and when he lowered it again, he felt like the wine was going to his head. He leaned against the nobleman's strong body. "The wine was strong, I feel disoriented. My world is spinning too fast."
"You have walked too far this day," commiserated Fabius. "I chose the palanquin for I needed to be able to sleep away the miles myself. Won't you join me in my afternoon nap?"
"I should like that," Gaius admitted.
With no further word, Fabius moved to pull his tunic off over his head. Gaius hesitated only a moment, and then did the same thing. He thought that might be all of it, but Fabius continued to move to undo his loin wrap and Gaius, realizing the man's true intentions, quickly imitated him again, knowing that Fabius had amorous intentions.
He looked at Fabius' large, muscled body. This was a man who had not spent his life lounging lazily guzzling wine and gazing at half-clad beauties dancing for him at feasts at the Capitol, he had spent his former years guarding the frontier perhaps in Transalpine Gaul with Julius Caesar, or in the East on the sun-parched lands of the Middle East, keeping the quarrelsome Judeans under control under Pompey. His upper arms were massive bulges even in relaxation, his chest was huge to hold the muscled pectorals for a warrior had to have heavy upper body strength to carry the shield and wield the short sword in combat. His waist was taut and firm and his legs showed that he could march all day without complaining and his body smelled faintly even now of the scent of leather, and metal, and blood and battle. The scent was intoxicatingly erotic to Gaius and he craved to hold and fondle the body of this man beyond his duty to his father and this generous patron who had fed him and given him wine.
Fabius moved toward him and his movements were a majestic swelling and flexing of his muscles on his large, sun-bronzed body. The movements were not to climb atop him as he had expected or to flip him over onto his stomach preparatory to mounting him anally, but rather Fabius was sliding downward and getting up on all fours in the lower part of the palanquin, near the front of the carriers, who noticed the added weight with unmentioned dismay, their rider was moving around but they did not dare to complain.
Fabius' movements was to get to Gaius' groin and he caught hold of the inch and a half tall weiner with his lips and he held it as he lapped the shaft and the small balls with his tongue. Gaius was shocked and then delighted as he moaned and gasped and writhed, sighing in his pleasure.
Fabius moved his mouth with dexterity and skill, showing that he had delighted many young boys in this manner in his past, and he did not stop until Gaius was crying out loudly, out of control in his ecstasy and the carriers, hearing the young boy's pleasure, snickered as they knew full well what was happening within the confines of the burden they carried.
The man nearest Lucius said, "Your son is a valuable commodity, isn't he? How much do you charge for a tryst with him?"
Lucius just smiled. "Ask me again after he is done with your master. We must find out what his plans might be first."
Inside the palanquin, Gaius was in the exquisite agony of approaching climax of a form he had rarely experience before and only then it had been boys of his own age, never had he had this form of sexual delight from another man, the men of Rome believed that a boy was to be mounted and ridden in the ass, not suckled on his rod, though they delighted in having a boy do so to them. A boy who was a sexual toy was to be the equivalent of a nubile woman, and nothing more!
So this was a novel experience, the loving of a very experienced man's lips and tongue and action and he was reveling in it, as his orgasm swelled up within him. "Oh, oh, oh, Fabius, it is so good, so good, I am feeling so good I may disgrace myself, oh, oh, noble sir, if you do not wish to feel my disgrace, you must stop now, please, now, oh, I lose my control, OH-OH-OH-OH, AH-AH-AH-AH-AHHHHHHHHHHH, HAH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Gaius was shaken hard by his young climax, his senses assaulted him and mauled him like a fearsome guard dog intent on his death, and he clutched at Fabius' head in his climactic madness, hanging on as if he would drown without this hold, as the noble head kept up the brisk movements on his young prick, and he did squirt a bit of his young liquid into the man's mouth, whether it was seminal fluid or his waiting urine or both, it flowed onto Fabius' tongue and the man did not flinch, but consumed it as his right and he continued to suckle on Gaius until the boy's last spasms were completely ended and he was lying on the cushions of the palanquin, drained and panting, helpless as a newborn kitten.
Grinning at his triumph over the boy's self-contained decorum, Fabius straightened out his body and he was again face-to-face with the exhausted boy. "How do you feel now, Gaius?" he asked solicitously.
"I am amazed at your dexterity in pleasing a boy such as I," Gaius breathed. "I am grateful for your attentions but would like to know where you learned such a talent that you could be so amazing in lovemaking like this?"
Fabius just grinned. "I spent many years in Transalpine Gaul and came to know many of their customs both tradition and less so. A man who liked boys would dally in such things if he had the status and money, and I had plenty of practice in the art plus the example of fellow devotees of the craft." He rolled over to lie on his back, and his cock showed as an erect pillar of eight inches height, an uncut dong of Roman majesty. The sight of that hard dong made Gaius feel braver.
"I have some skill of my own in that craft, if you will permit me to show you," he said.
Fabius' smile, a genuine one, grew wider. "I would like that very much, I will need you to lubricate it so that I will not injure you when I make love to your body. Please adorn it lavishly with your mouth's nectar so that it will be as painless for you as you can make it."
These words did not instill fear in Gaius, he had expected such a desire from the palanquin's occupant, and at least it was not some obese and liver-lipped equite or senator. He actually desired to have this studly man as his lover. He scuttled down to reach the tumescent tower and gladly glided down upon it and let his lips lave it with his saliva as he felt the warm column of nobility fill his mouth and engorge his gullet. He did not have to pause his downward plummet until he had taken down some six of the eight inches of male virility.
"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh-hahhhhhhhh!" breathed Fabius as the soft boy lips sank upon his prong. "Ohhhh, Gaius, your young talents belie your tender age, you are a genius in your arts. If I have amazed you, you have astounded me, and that upon your first move. I beg you, my dearest and most lovely of boys, please release my manhood now and begin your movements, lest I am transported to the heights of Eros and burst into your mouth rather than your nether regions."
Gaius drew up on the cock, now wetted with his spit, and he drew the cockskin with him as he reached the apex of the shaft, and held only the glans shielded from his lips by the foreskin in his mouth as he looked at Fabius' lust-glazed face.
"Oooooooooooh!" Fabius sighed. "Wonderful, lad, wonderful, I am your slave so long as you can do that and faster, but I pray that you cease before you drive to my completion. Just get me well-lubricated and steel-hard, and I shall then assume command."
Gaius didn't make any response, but his oral motions sped up. Fabius groaned and squirmed as the young lips drove him in his passion but before he did more than that, the boy released him and said to the panting man, "You are ready for me. But pray, be gentle, for I am still very tight, nearly virginal."
Fabius just smiled at this news, for what man doesn't want to hear that the boy he is about to ram has a tight young butt to offer. "I shall offer you the most careful of insertions, beyond that, I fear my passions may become uncontrollable."
"I shall be most forgiving of you in that event."
Fabius put the lad on his back and let the boy wrap his small, thin legs about Fabius' waist and the boy expertly hitched himself up to match his young anus to Fabius' cock.
Fabius noticed this and said, "If you can do this and still be tight, I am astonished at your anal muscle control. But I shall find out how tight you are."
"I'm very tight," Gaius assured him.
Fabius pushed his glans at the young ass and Gaius winced. Fabius was impressed. "You are indeed tight, I must apply force, I shall try to be gentle about it."
He pushed harder and Gaius cried out and the glans entered his anus. Gaius squelched his voice and panted hard and said, "This pain is nothing, I pray, push in further, I shall be able to accommodate you momentarily."
Fabius pushed in and while Gaius winced and squirmed, he did not cry out again, and soon enough Fabius was imbedded in Gaius' body to a depth of the six inches that the boy had been able to take with his mouth. "I shall not push in the further, dear boy, for fear I shall injure you. I shall hold still a while so that you may let your bowels see that I am your friend, not an enemy and only wish to give you pleasure."
"I believe that entire, and my body is being stubborn, I shall talk with it and try to make it see the truth." Gaius panted and he closed his eyes as if to talk internally. His bowels did soon give a sort sort of subvocal gurgle and Fabius felt the squeezing constriction like a snake on his erection subside to a less confining sort of snuggle.
"I am ready now for you," sighed Gaius.
"I can tell." said Fabius and he began to move, slowly and carefully, for fear of injuring this rather virginal anus. He marveled at the dichotomy of how the boy could be so talented in some ways and so inexperienced in others. But he appreciated having the soft untraveled anus for his sexual sport.
Gaius' bowels did not protest. Gaius clung to him and the only sounds that came from the boy were those of pleasure and delight, so Fabius began to move quicker. As he did so, his prediction that Eros would overcome his body and conquered his conscience came true. Fabius quite forgot his reserve and the beast of lust drove his will aside and he began to pummel the soft boy body beneath him with all the energy that lay within his muscled form, and the palanquin rocked so roughly that the carriers found it hard to maintain their footing.
They had experienced something of this before and knew what to do, they brought their master's litter into the gentle shade of a comfortable overhanging tree and set it down there and rested themselves while the palanquin squeaked and bucked with the ardor of Fabius' athletic fucking of the small Gaius. Lucius for his part shared in the food of the litter-bearers, who were jovial with the man whose son was the recipient of that spirited fucking, and he shared in their joking with all good humor, for the louder this rich man enjoyed his son, the more likely that he would pay well for the chance to keep the lad about him a while, and that was Lucius' ambition in all this. Lucius was not a cruel man, he shared his good fortune well with his son and did not permit any patron to misuse his child, but his son's cries of happiness carried through the lustful groans of the man and he knew his son was in good hands, as it were.
"AH-HUH, AH-HUH, AH-HUH, AH-HUH, AH-HUH!" cried out Fabius as his passion built up to a crescendo. "I reach my joy, I reach it!"
"AHHH, AHHH, AHHH, AHHH, I join you, my lord, I join you!" sobbed out Gaius whose face had turned a ruddy red shade in his rapture.
"UHHH-UHHH-UHHH-UHHH-UHHH-UHHH!" Fabius built up to the final countdown of climax.
"AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH!" Gaius agreed.
"UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH!"
"AH-AH-AH-AH!"
"UHHHHHHHHH, UH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Fabius' lust exploded into the boy's soft rectum, with a blast akin to the breast-milk of Hera as she expressed her breast and created the Milky Way and the jet of milky fluid was similar if it could have been observed.
"AHH-AHH-AHH-AHH-AHH-AHHHHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Gaius's second orgasm was a softer, gentler kind, one more of ultimate relaxation and satisfaction, overlaid with joy of a kind that was in its sweeter way more complete than the rougher one of ecstasy.
Fabius convulsed and twitched and shook and rammed his rod into the boy as he was shaken to his core by the orgasmic assault, then as it left him, he fell down onto the boy, pushing him deep into the soft cushions, his own weight heavy but not oppressive and in that soft warmth, Gaius felt that he was being reborn, a new person, safe within the womb, and when Fabius arose from his young form, it was like being birthed.
"Ahhhhh, that was an excellent interlude of joy," Fabius told the lad. "I am most satisfied with you as a boy lover."
"And you were the most excellent of a boy-loving man," Gaius told him in turn.
Fabius realized that they were not moving. He pushed his head out of the curtains and called, "Why have we stopped?"
But the bearers were already moving into place and the palanquin was lifted as he spoke. "We but paused for a short while," the head litter-bearer said. "We are proceeding again."
Fabius laid back on the soft cushions. "You and your father must abide a time with me in my villa at Tarracina. I would dally with you more than this once if you are willing."
"You must speak with my father, but I am certain he will agree," Gaius replied, his heart swelling. Perhaps this young nobleman would keep them on as retainers.
His hopes were more than fulfilled for, after over a year of being Fabius' guests, young Gaius was adopted into the lineage of the Clan of Flaminius, and as the son of Fabius. And if their relationship was anything other than that of father and son, that was nobody's business but their own.
THE END
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