takes
the rigid cock in his hand, stroking it and pulling the outer skin over
the rigid core.
Hadrian groans but has not the strength nor the desire pull away.
Softly he caresses the youth's body, marvelling at its immaculate beauty,
its fresh young smell, perfumed - is it? - slightly with cinnamon,
worshipping his perfection.
Then Antinous turns over, presenting his own parted buttocks and the
puckered hole between for penetration. "No, Antinous," says Hadrian, "I
will hurt you."
But Antinous has been made ready by his afternoon's experiences, the
entry prepared and well-lubricated.
"Do it, my Lord," he says softly. "I want you inside me."
And Hadrian pushes the tip of his cock against the opening and finds
that it slips in with little or no forcing. Nor does Antinous cry out but
just pushes himself back on the intrusive cockso that soon he is in as
far as he can go, the sphincter muscles clamped around it holding it
firmly into that refuge of delight.
The Emperor withdraws a little and then pushes in, soon working up a
rhythm which Antinous compensates for to give both of them most
enjoyment. His speed increases until at last with one final thrust he
discharges his seed into the body of his beloved. And Antinous, feeling
the pulsing orgasm, finishes himself off with his hand in three swift
strokes. He is satisfied feeling that he has at last given his Emperor
something back for his devoted care.
Extract from 'the Secret Lives of the Caesars (Julius Caesar to
Domitian)' by Gaius Suetonius Tranquillus.
"The celebrations in Alexandria were followed by a journey up the River
Nile, that great waterway which provides for Egypt