The Earth revolves on its axis, and around the Sun, and the Sun around the Galaxy along with the other stars, but the Galaxy itself is moving through the Universe. If the Universe does indeed have a finite point to it, one day perhaps it will reach a point where the normal rules of physics, and even space-time, won't apply. This is a story of such a future event, well, well, well far in our own future, or past, or, well...you decide when.
--o-8-o--
Clavius Servius was walking in the forest not far from the camp his company had set up that evening near the river Liger; they would strike the camp in the morning, for this was still unconquered land held by the Gallic tribe known as the Turones who were still resisting the Roman armies under their commander, Julius Caesar. Their resistance was feeble and their army was mostly in the process of covering the land and establishing their dominion over the Turones villages. Clavius Servius was hoping by this scavenging around this grove of trees that he might find one of the Druidic oak trees and, thereby, discover one of their hidden treasures. A plebian soldier of his lowly rank would get little of the bounty from the sacking of the towns, not that these barbarian Gauls would have anything much of treasure to scavenge. But their Druid priests had silver and gold items they would attempt to secrete by buring it beneath the oak trees to let their gods protect it until they could return.
As he hoped, he found an elderly oak tree well away from the others, and it had about it a rather well-trampled region that told the studied eye of Clavius Servius that this was a sacred oak. Now to check that this oak tree held beneath it signs of recent digging, the Druids could hide their treasures well by replacing the sod with special care....
"Salve, Roman soldier!" said a small, piping voice and Clavius Servius jerked in surprise. A small boy was standing not far from the oak tree; he hadn't been there before! Certainly not one who spoke Latin so well! He had very fair blond hair, shining blue eyes, pale fair skin, beautiful beyond any boy Clavius Servius had ever seen. Clavius Servius was darker skinned, with dark brown hair and brown eyes, and kept his chin carefully well-shaved for fear a beard could be pulled in battle and bring tears to his eyes at a dangerous moment, painful though shaving was.
"Salve," Clavius Servius said back, the greeting one familiar plebian gave another, this boy may be a citizen, and it was but a single word. He didn't appear to be a Gaul, they dressed differently than this boy who wore a tunic that covered his body except for his head and neck, arms including his shoulders and his legs from just above his knees. He was barefoot, which in a forest is a foolish thing to do, but this boy only smiled at him genially. "Are you a forest spirit?" he ventured to ask. "Or lost in this forest?"
"Neither one," the boy replied. He walked towards Clavius Servius as he continued, "I'm a visitor from the distant future. But that doesn't matter, all that matters is the reason why I came here."
Clavius Servius felt frozen in place and then he felt a sudden surge sweep over him. He had felt it before of course, but never in this way, this suddenly. Lust. Raw, pure, sudden lust, he had to embrace this lad, make love to this boy, no matter what. "What? What?" was all he could say as he knelt down to put his arms around the boy and kissed the lad.
"It's okay, you wanting me," the boy said. "Just enjoy it, because I will."
"All right," Clavius Servius replied and he pulled the tunic over the boy's head in one easy move. The boy was totally naked beneath the tunic, not even a loin wrap beneath. Claudius Servius wore such a loin wrap under his own tunic similarly shaped, in addition to his battle armor, and all he decided to do in this dangerous land was take off his own loin wrap and slip between the lad's legs.
He found the small tuckerhole with his dong without a problem and was surprised to find the way supple, smooth and easy. "You're an open doorway, aren't you, lad?" he gasped as he pushed into the boy's bowels.
"It's a talent we have, we can control our muscles to do as we wish," the boy sighed. "I wanted you to enter me, so you could. If I had chosen to refuse you, you would never have been able to do this. Now, give me your rough, Roman ravaging I have heard so much about."
Clavius Servius found this boy's impudence to be infuriating and he growled and began to fuck the boy roughly, ramming the soft buttocks as cruelly as if the boy were an enemy he had bested in battle and wished to humiliate in this fashion. He slammed into the boy with every thrust, pounding the buttocks with his hips so loud that the sound of their flesh impacting made an audible "thp!" sound at each clash of their bodies, his leather straps at his groin were flapping back and forth with the sound of moving leather going "ssh-ssh-ssh-ssh-ssh-ssh-ssh!"
"Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah!" the boy gasped as he was pounded with the hard dong of the Roman soldier.
"Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh!" Clavius Servius grunted as he labored in his ravishment, sweat breaking out on his body as his armor was designed for protection, not comfort. His body sweat was rank and heavy in the air as he screwed the young boy who only cried out in joyous pleasure at the rank soldier's ravishment.
"Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!" Clavius Servius gasped as his climax surged within him. "HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH!"
"HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-AH!" the boy cried out.
"UH-UH-UHHHHHHHH, UH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Clavius Servius creamed heavily into the boy as his orgasm overwhelmed him.
"AH-AH-AHHHHHHH, HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the boy writhed and squirmed and spasmed in his embrace.
"HUHHHHHHH, HUHHHHHH, UH-HUH-UH-UH-UHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Clavius Servius ended and sank down on the boy's body in his exhaustion.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" the boy quieted and was still under him.
Clavius Servius eyes were closed and he did not see what happened, but he felt his body suddenly fall a short distances onto the soft grass and he opened his eyes and saw he was alone under the oak tree.
"Jupiter and Mars protect me, it was a tree spirit!" he gasped and then he saw that the grass near him was subtly divided nearby. A quick inspection gave him the dimensions of a square, and his sword let him lift it up and he found the silver and gold and other metals hidden within.
Grinning, he gathered it all up. "I must have pleased you, tree-spirit!" he exclaimed jovially as he loaded up the sack which was also within the hiding place with the metal, it must have been used to carry it all to the place. "I appreciate the gift and will put it to very good use indeed!" He left, but came back and sacrificed a lamb to the tree-spirit and its blood was sprayed on the ground to feed its roots, to propitiate the spirit.
--o-8-o--
Billy Joe Foster was sitting on the edge of the river, fishing. He wasn't wasting time, the fish he caught was going to be part of his family's supper. This river had plenty of good, plump trout and if he left off the float on his line, he could catch some catfish maybe. He was a good fisherman for only being eight years old, but in this year of 1820 Tennessee, that wasn't such a major accomplishment, most boys learned how to fish and hunt from a young age. If you didn't fish or hunt, your family had no meat for the dinner table. School was done for the summertime, too hot to sit all day indoors, you were best to do what he was doing, find a shady place on the river and just sit back and let the fish do the work.
He was a sturdy lad, with sandy-brown hair, green eyes, suntanned skin, and wore a pair of well-washed coveralls which had been cut off at the calves and left frayed which was the custom. He had a straw hat that he had cast to one side as the shade of the willow tree he lay under was more than ample cover from the hot sun. It was a comfortable place, the grass was lush and thick under him, and he drowsed, half-asleep, waiting for the fish, lured to the cooler water here, to bite his worm.
"Hey there, lad!" came a male voice and Billy Joe jerked awake and looked up. This stretch of river saw few visitors and those who came were rarely friendly, those who were, were people he knew.
This man was a stranger and he was stark naked! Jet black hair on his head, a startlingly beautiful pair of gray eyes, the face wide with a cocksure grin, his face was as square as if he had grown up with a box on his head, but handsome just the same, his body was well-muscled, his skin was flawless and a delicate shade of light brown, the color of tanned deerskin, and his dong, which was semi-erect, was an impressive sausage that hung down several inches, its exact length when fully engorged would be massive.
"Sir, if you plan to go skinny-dipping, you need to go along the bank a way so you won't scare away my fish," Billy Joe said, looking away to be courteous.
"I'm not skinny-dipping, young fellow, I came to see you," the man said. Billy Joe said nothing and the man's hand came down to lift his face, when he realized the man had walked up to him. Billy Joe gasped and the inhalation of breath brought to him an extraordinary desire he had never felt before. He felt...desire for this man, a wish to hold him and be held and his breath felt clogged in his lungs and he heaved, gasping, trying to force his breaths in and out. The man noticed this, smiled wider, and knelt down next to him and his arms, strong and firm, took him in them.
Billy Joe breathed as the man's lips sought his and he kissed with a sudden, overwhelming need that burned within him. When the man pushed him back upon the grass to lie flat and when he began to unfasten his overalls, Billy Joe did nothing to stop him.
His overalls were pulled off and due to the warm day, Billy Joe was naked, for he wore nothing beneath them, underwear was for school, church and winter times. His young whanger was stiff as a poker and begging for attention. The man smirked at seeing it and dipped his head down to wrap his mouth around it and Billy Joe moaned as the lips bobbed back and forth to wring his delight from his pecker. "Uhhhhhh-uhhhhhhh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he moaned.
"Nice cock," the man admired. "Want to try that on mine?"
Billy Joe had never considered such a blasphemous thing and, yet, when the man threw one muscled leg over his rib cage and settled down on his body with his prong aimed at Billy Joe's face, he opened his mouth and let the man slide his large prod into his young mouth without a qualm. His desire was blazing inside of him and he had thrown his religious upbringing to the winds, his only reasoning was passion and his only ambition was to have glorious sex with this man, now, right away, forget all sense and sensibility and just revel in the beauty of two bodies becoming one.
He worked that dong for all he was worth with the man gasping and grunting above him, and then, with the cock shining silver from the drool Billy Joe had laved upon it with his effort, he lifted off, panting and said, "Now I can fuck you but good, my boy, and you'll love what I can do with you."
Billy Joe raised his legs so the man could work his knees up to contact his buttocks, and the man levered his ten-incher up to Billy's virginal bunghole. "Give 'er all you got, mister!" he urged the man and somehow knew he would not regret this undertaking.
He was right, his young anus welcomed this arrogant intruder as if it were a long-lost friend and opened for the prod's entrance like the gates of a home city open to welcome back the victorious army of its soldiers, with cheers and adulation. The man groaned as he plunged into the soft anus and he buried over six of the ten inches of his pecker in the virginal bowels.
"Ahhhh, you're a willing young stud, aren't you?" he sighed as he shifted his stance to get better bearings. "I can feel your bowels singing around my shaft as it quivers."
"Feels so good, so good!" Billy Joe groaned.
"Want it to feel even better?"
"Yes, yes, oh, yes, please, do it, do it, fuck me, man, fuck me!" Billy Joe begged.
The man's hips began to move and Billy Joe gasped and groaned and his own hips swayed and helped and bucked and his young anus sucked at the man's prong to try to pull it deeper inside his tender anus. "Ah-hah, ah-hah, ah-hah, ah-hah, ah-hah, ah-hah, ah-hah!" the man grunted as he pumped with vigor and skill. Billy Joe moaned, his body thrilling to desires never known or thought of. He felt like he was floating above his body and looking down, watching the man's athletic body lying over his own, pumping up and down while his own self beneath cried out in passionate acceptance.
"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!" Billy Joe gasped. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" he crowed in his glory.
"Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh!" the man thrusting into him panted huskily. "Do it, kid, come, I want to feel you thrashing as I cram your ass. Do it, do it!"
"HAH-HAH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Billy Joe cried out and he thrashed and gasped and moaned and groaned as his passion wrung him dry.
"Oh man, oh man, oh man, ohman, ohman, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUHHHHHHHHHHH, HUH-HUNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKK!" He arced his back as he squirted lustily into the youngster's soft ass and his cream flowed vigorously and copiously into him.
Billy Joe groaned and sighed as he felt the hot spunk and he felt the man collapse on him, gasping in his exhaustion as he finished his climax. He hugged the man to himself fiercely...and then his arms were holding nothing and he felt foolish as he groped at nothingness. He sat upright, wondering if he'd had a dream of some kind.
He was naked, all right and his ass, which he felt, had some sticky goo in it, he lifted it out and saw the white foamy stuff. Yep, he'd been ridden all right...but how and by who?
"I've been wizarded for certain," he decided. Have to talk to the pastor about this come Sunday.
His fishing rod was lying on the grass and he saw it start to slide. A fish! He scrambled to catch the rod and reel it in. A nice, big trout. A good catch for sure. Damned good day.
--o-8-o--
Nothing is worse than a bunk on a ship in the North Atlantic, thought Adrian as he lay on it trying to sleep. He and his company were heading for the war, they would be fighting the Germans and that was all he knew, 'cause the Army doesn't tell its men anything they don't need to know until they have to. But they would get there and they'd get to fight and that was all that mattered. But till they got there, they were in the ship, sleeping in the second lowest of bunks stacked four high, foot to head in rows, living in each armpits, smelling their farts and listening to their snores. This damned ship rocked a little too much for comfort, too. Hell of a start to an adventure, made him wonder why he'd volunteered for this after Pearl Harbor, but he had, along with about a hundred thousand other men. Going to kick Adolph Hitler's ass!
He was lying under a blanket wearing only a pair of boxers, a young Army man, his light brown hair cut so short its color no longer mattered, his eyes a crystal blue, his face long but smooth and handsome in a slightly horse-faced way, his body well-muscled and firm, thanks, in part, to the basic training he had undergone. His age was just less than twenty years old, his view of the world was that of a young hungry boy holding an apple, ready to be devoured.
He was about to drift off to sleep in the very dark bunkroom lit only by a couple of peanut lights here and there when he felt his cover slide off of him and thought himself the victim of a trick when he felt his boxers' flap transgressed and his cock seized by a small hand.
Gasping, he looked up and saw who had gripped him. A young child. Too little light to see colors, it was like seeing a black-and-white movie, all grays and those were mostly washed out in darkness. "What-what-what, who-who are you?" he guttered out.
The boy grinned at him, and the eyes sparkled somehow, perhaps with their own light. "Hi, there. I came to play with your dick."
"You came here to...to what?" gasped Adrian as the boy crawled into the bunk with him. He couldn't sit upright on top of Adrian, and couldn't lie beside him, no room for that, and barely room for the two of them in any direction.
With the boy that close, Adrian felt an astonishing surge of desire rush into his body, as if he had just gotten the biggest dose of Spanish fly in the world. Giving into it as only a young man out for adventure can give in, he seized the boy and kissed him, hard and the boy gasped and moaned in his mouth.
"Where in the hell did you come from?" Adrian gasped as the boy squirmed on top of him, trying in the confined space to get his dong up the soft young ass.
"I'm from the far future," the boy said as he finally managed to worm the cock out of the boxers and between his legs. "Really far, like the 500th Century for you."
"Wow," Adrian gasped as his cockhead touched the soft sphincter. "Why are you here?"
"Because we can come here, for a while. Earth is going through a sort of space-time wrinkle, so we can travel about. People are visiting all through time." The boy slid his legs to either side of Adrian's body, he was in position now.
"Why do I feel this way?" Adrian inquired.
"Future hormones, Mankind can exude them at will. Drives people of the past wild," the boy said. "Just relax and enjoy it, it won't hurt you."
"Okay," Adrian sighed as the boy pushed his body down and drove Adrian's eight inches of hot nineteen-year-old dong up his young bum.
They made love by both moving, Adrian sliding his body up and down and the boy also moving, neither could move much but their combination of moves was enough to give the dong a fair range of motion.
They didn't dare make much noise but sighs and breaths of their pleasure.
"Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh!" Adrian gasped as he relished this unique experience. THIS was having an adventure in the best way possible. Hell if anyone was going to believe it, but it was happening!
"Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!" the boy guttered as his joy was wrung from him in desperate pants of his breath.
"Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh!"
"Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!"
"HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH!" Adrian whispered as softly as he could.
"UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH!" the boy whimpered.
"HUH-UHHHHHHH, GUH-GGGGGGGGNNNNNNHHHHHHHHH!" Adrian groaned out and the noise resounded and rebounded in the room, even above the snores. He jizzed into the soft bowels.
At the same time, the boy whined out, "AHHH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" and he climaxed just as Adrian was finishing in his ejaculation and as he did, the force of the boy's passion expelled Adrian's prick from his bowels and also the jizz he had spurted, causing it to pour onto Adrian's lap, soiling him all over and drenching the area with the unmistakable smell of hot jizz.
Adrian panted as he finished climaxing, and suddenly, he was all alone in his bunk and just then, the man above him got down from his bunk and peered inside, and saw Adrian's exposed prong, wet with come and more on his boxers.
"Shit, man, did you jack off in your bunk?" he exclaimed loudly.
Laughter and catcalls resounded through the bunkroom as others took up the call. "Adrian beat his meat in his bunk!" "Adrian jacked off!" "Way to go, Adrian!" "Couldn't wait on it, Adrian?"
Adrian knew that he was never going to live down this moment. Nor would anyone believe the truth.
--o-8-o--
For the Earth of that distant future, it spun inside that unique region for roughly one of its revolutions around its Sun, and then it departed, and the visitations from that space-time were at an end. The history the people had visited was immense, covering innumerable empires, countless civilizations, technologies that were both powerful, frightening, and bizarre, and yet all through those eras, Mankind had remained Man, and as for the ways in which they had influenced history, well, given their methods of visit, how would those of us who lived the history ever know?
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