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gay, historical, interracial, teen
DISCLAIMER: The following is entirely a work of fiction. All of the parts in this drama are portrayed by mature actors who are masters of makeup and disguise.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you are unfamiliar with the subject of this account, Google will fill you in. Especially recommended is the Cavafy poem. (I know. You knew Cavafy. Cavafy was a friend of yours. And I am no Cavafy.)
Caesarion by Jingjok
My iron scepter pressed into the quilt over the yielding sand. A first hint of coming dawn barely illuminated my wrists, gripped by the dark hands of he whose invasion had awakened my firm soldier. I shook my head, and the hard, sharp spear of my slave plunged into my vitals with yet more vigor.
Were any other to as much as touch my regal person without leave, his last hours would expire upon a spike in the palace square at Alexandria. Not so Tenafi, my slave, my brother, to whom I belonged as much as he belonged to me. Son of a Prince of Nubia, hostage to his father's peace, mine since our birth a day apart. And I his.
I spread my legs wider, and my olive limbs were tangled with the ebony branches of the strong young sapling as he thrust more deeply into my clutching tunnel. My lips brushed the wicked scar on his forearm, memory of when he saved my life from the lion who sprang, depite our spears in his throat, into our chariot. Once angry and pink, the ragged wound now
My hips slowly circled, coaxing his staff ever further into my center. "O Prince, my slave," I cried. "Issue the flood of your tribute upon my thirsty heart."
Tenafi drove his invading shaft harder, slapping his flesh against my eager bottom, spreading my opening, which rebelliously tightened. "My lord," he addressed me, panting with his exertion. "I bring forth my gift to you."
I clenched my hungry channel, and felt the first spray of his hot fluid annoint my spirit. The lamp of my being burned with the flaming oil of his offering. Tenafi thrust and spurted, again and again, entreating softly, "Take my love, my lord. Take my love."
I held back my own release, knowing my passion would soon be needed. Tenafi rested limply upon my back, his still hard dagger slowly moving inside me. I could feel his belly heaving with the deep gulps of air that cooled his fire.
As my great lord, the sun, climbed from his rest to watch over us, Tenafi pulled himself from my temple, and lay beside me. He worked his legs around my own, and dragged my body on top of his warm, smooth chest. His legs wrapped around me, urging me forward.
"Oh, lord," Tenafi cried. "My soul is parched, drained of all my tribute. Replenish me, my lord. Fill me with your love."
My sword was at his entry, still oiled and slick from our entanglement under the vanished moon. I drove my shaft into his center with one long, smooth thrust. Tenafi's mouth opened round with a sigh. His eyes were wide with lust, brown pools luring my spirit into his being.
I pressed Tenafi's dark legs toward his shoulders, and watched my regal scepter reappear, and then drive home between his dusky globes. I knew the excitement lingering from his earlier invasion of my own body would not let me enjoy his tight, slick channel for long. I dug my rod into his button of joy, and licked my lips to see a white pearl appear at the end of his black wand. I smiled, anticipating that another burst of his juices would soon coat his dark belly, joining the pale, crusted remnants of our earlier bliss.
I drove my weapon deep into my prey. Our eyes were locked together, pleading for the issue of our loving wash. My rod grew to imperial size, and the young prince moaned with joy. Tenafi's staff erupted, spewing hot white cream onto my belly, and onto his own. His spasming tunnel milked my regal offering into the vessel of his temple of love. Our faces contorted in ecstasy as we laved each other with our loving fluids.
I fell weakly atop Tenafi's warm body, held tightly by his strong young arms. We lay panting, together, watching the sun slowly climb above the desert rim.
A shadow fell upon us. Sunali, my old chief attendant, stood silently, awaiting my attention. When, at last, I met his gaze, he spoke. "They are coming, O Pharaoh."
I looked over my shoulder, away from the rising sun. A cloud of dust marred the blue of the western horizon. I untangled myself from my lover, and helped my slave to his feet.
We dressed in clean, white skirts, not wiping a drop of our emissions from our bodies. I would carry my lover's seed to meet my destiny.
"Bring me my armor," I commanded my servants.
"And mine," added the dark prince.
"No, my brother," I said. "Not yours. You must be light, and swift."
Tenafi's eyes glistened with the water of his love for me. "I wish to be with you for all of your life, my lord."
As servants assisted me into my golden, formal armor, Sunali appeared with my favorite horse. Not the mount I would ride to meet my pursuers. That noble stallion was the father of this younger, swifter beast.
"Take him," I said to Tenafi. "Ride to your father's land. Serve him well. Grow to lead your people as they learn to deal with the power of Rome. My father was murdered. My mother has taken her leave of this earth. I will soon join them. But I know I will live on as long as your heart beats."
I pressed my armored body against Tenafi's brown, naked chest. Our arms embraced each other for the last time. Then I stepped away from my faithful lover.
"Go now," I said simply.
"May the gods preserve your spirit, my lord," Tenafi prayed.
He sprang upon the back of the strong young stallion, and wheeled and galloped away toward the south. I watched him become small. He stopped, and looked back, only once.
Just a boy, with a sparse band of retainers, I knew I was the greatest threat the new Roman emperor faced.
"Bring my war horse," I ordered. "I must ride now to meet my fate."
End