My Hadrian

By Joe Camp (Of Blessed Memory)

Published on Sep 4, 1999

Gay

My Hadrian Part 13 By Joe Camp idc90@hotmail.com

WARNING: This story contains vivid descriptions of sexual acts between boys and with men and boys. The following story is a work of fiction. It is a fantasy. Caesar Hadrian and Antinous are well documented historical figures, as is their relationship as lovers. Scholars disagree on certain facts concerning Hadrian and Antinous. Few disagree as to their relationship. This story is Fiction, but the author has tried to keep it to what would be reasonable for beliefs held at that time. Please read the preface for more information on the subject. The preface also includes a glossary of special words used in the story.

This story contains sex between a boy and a man. While these acts were acceptable by social standards 1860 years ago, today, they are not. The author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and children.

If you are underage, or reading about homosexual acts between boys or by a man and a boy offends you; find something else, and delete this file. Most historians agree the relationship started before Antinous was 13, probably sometime around age 11 or 12, and continued to his death, in his late teens or early twenties. It is known that Antinous drowned in the Nile. It is debated if it was a sacrifice or an accident.

The author wishes to thank and acknowledge the help of Ronald Staley, in his efforts to keep the general tone of the story, historically accurate.

The author retains the copyright of this story. Placing this story on a web site without the authors permission is a violation of that copyright.


My Hadrian Part 13

As soon as the boy would return to his chambers, Stephen would wake me and I would go slip into my erastes bed. Once in a while my Hadrian would be too tired for anymore sex, but usually not. Just before dawn, Stephen would wake me and I would slip back to my chambers before any of the others woke up. That way, no one could get jealous.

I hadn't been in Rome long before I got to go to the Colosseum. It was enormous. It was begun by Emperor Vespasian and finished by Emperor Titus. It is beautiful. The walls rise 159 feet high, and it has four stories. There are so many entrances that I'm not sure how many there really is. There has to be somewhere around 75 gates that the spectators enter the building from. There are seats for 50,000 people, and I have never seen any not filled. It is really the Flavian Amphitheater, but everyone just calls it the Colosseum.

There is a system of ramps and staircases under the floor, allowing everyone to move quickly around the building to any of the seats. Of course, the better seats for the upper classes are made of marble, while the seats for the poorer lower classes are of wood.

All around the main floor is a catwalk for the skilled archers. It isn't unheard of for an animal to go crazy and try to climb out of the arena. Well, for that matter, a slave either.

The first time I went, it was to see a naval battle. The arena had been filled with water, and two ships battled it out all around the arena. The battle lasted for hours, until at last the victorious Captain was able to maneuver the other ship to where he could ram it broadside. The victorious ship laid boards between the two ships, and the soldiers stormed across the ramps onto the hapless ship. Swords clang and shields clashed together as the soldiers fought on the decks in hand to hand combat. There was so much action, that no one could watch it all.

As we watched the battle, Paulus was sitting next to me. He told me about the other games that were held at the Colosseum. His favorite are the gladiator fights. He doesn't take too much interest in the naval battles because he says they are fake. I enjoyed it.

I replied they aren't really fake because they are supposed to be reenactments of actual battles that had been fought by the navy and the sailors are real sailors and the soldiers are real soldiers. Of course the oarsmen are slaves.

Weeks before the next games, Paulus was telling me about all the gladiators that would appear. His favorite was Marcus, but as I had never heard of him, I was going to cheer for Gaius. Even as far away as Byzantium we had heard of the exploits of Gaius Marcellus!

Paulus was so taken with Marcus that I had to endure listening about how he was trained at a better school than Gaius had been, and about each of his victories in minute detail. Even after we had made a wager I had to listen to still more about Marcus.

Finally the day of the games arrived. Paulus sat beside me and explained everything. The entertainment started early in the morning and lasted all day long. The arena floor had been setup with trees and bushes, and looked just like a hunt in the forest, except the spectators could see down on everything.

The morning started with the animal shows. The first match was between a lion and an bear. Paulus explained that the animal's cages were under the floor of the arena. The animals aren't fed for three days before a game, so they will be hungry and fight hard. When the time came, the animal's cage door would slide open and the animal has access to a slender hallway too narrow for it to turn around in. The animal walks down the hallway until it comes to a cage that will raise to an upper level. An attendant will raise the animal, and then open the door where the animal then runs up a ramp and into the arena.

The lion was released first, and there must have been some scent to draw it to the center of the arena. Then, the bear was released. The first few minutes were filled with the animals roaring and screaming at each other, as they hunted the other in the dense brush.

At last they found each other in the small area that had been left cleared. The lion sprang onto the bears back, and everyone expected the fight to soon be over. Paulus was yelling advice to the cat as to how to quickly kill the bear. I found myself screaming advice to the bear about how to get the cat off it's back.

The bear was able to knock the lion from it's back, and it's blood was streaming down it's fur where the cat had sank it claws deep into the bear.

The lion made a bad mistake when it tried a frontal attack on the bear. The bear sank it's claws into the lion, knocking it to the side, but ripping the lion's skin with four deep long cuts from it's shoulder to it's rump.

The last attack, the lion was able to sink it's jaws into the throat of the bear, but as the bear was dying, it clawed out the jugular vein of the cat. We called that wager a draw.

The next event was between a gladiator and a tiger. The gladiator looked strong, and with his spear and sword seemed to be more than a match for any animal. I made the mistake of placing my wager on the gladiator. I lost two of my coins to Paulus. I really thought they would train a slave to be a better gladiator than that.

Of course, they saved the main event for last. Gaius and Marcus. Paulus was confident Marcus would win, and he asked to raise our wager. I didn't really want too, but I did just because Paulus was so enthused.

Paulus was explaining Marcus' strategy as the gladiators entered the arena. They each had three weapons. A spear, a sword, and a trident and net. Of course they both had their shields.

I was pretty sure who was going to win as soon as they threw their spears. They tossed at about the same time, the spears passing each other in the air. Gaius easily sidestepped Marcus' throw, but his was buried deep in Marcus' thigh. Marcus strained to pull it out, but it was obvious it had cut a vein as we could see the blood pumping out from as far away as we were.

I thought Marcus still put up a good fight, but it wasn't long before Gaius had netted him and had his trident at Marcus' heart. Gaius looked at the Emperor for the sign if he was to let him live or die. The crowd had gone wild, and everyone was standing. I had my thumb down indicating my desire that Marcus be allowed to live, but I noticed Paulus had his up signaling to go for the kill. Finally, after looking around the crowd of spectators, Emperor Hadrian pointed his thumb up.

I thought Paulus might be a little sad that his gladiator had lost, but he was just as enthused as everyone else, as we rehashed the games blow by blow. We were all still talking about the day, as we parted to go to our bedchambers that night.

The night of my 15th birthday was one to remember. We had supper, and then each of the boys fucked me. It was something else, as my erastes started things off by slipping his fat cock inside my ass. He worked for 15 or 20 minutes before the gods touched him, and his cum was splashed into me as he grunted.

Then came Sejanus with his dick the size of a man's. Rufus then Aelius. Then Paulus followed by Caius and his cock that is already almost as big as Hadrian's. The boys all excused themselves and wished me a happy birthday, when our erastes yawned.

Stephen cleansed me enough to keep me from dripping cum as my erastes and I made our way to the bath. We didn't spend long, as we were in a hurry to get to bed. My Hadrian's fine butt was waiting for my cock, and the gods were aching for the feel of his ass around my dick.

We rushed down the hallway, giggling like little children. My Hadrian flopped on the bed and quickly raised his legs. The brown puckered ring that was exposed to my sight made my cock go from half mast to full hard in just seconds. No matter how much or how often I fuck my Hadrian, I just can't get enough.

I quickly grabbed the pot of olive oil, and slicked my Hadrian's hole. I scooted up the bed to where he could oil my dick, and he leaned over an planted a big sloppy kiss on the head of my cock, before slicking me up. I moved behind him, and he was urging me to hurry, as I peeled back my foreskin, and the head of my cock found his opening.

I pushed in, and the head of my cock slipped inside my love. I had to sigh as I asked the gods to allow me to last long enough to please my Hadrian. My erastes was humping his butt upward, trying to force my cock all the way inside.

I had to moan from the hot silky softness, as I entered him. My Hadrian is so soft on the inside while being so hard on the outside. A groan escaped from me as I pushed past the big home of the gods. My erastes grunted as a stream of pre-cum gushed from his dick. I was in him as far as I could go with my 6 inch cock. I had to rest as I gripped his big thighs to my chest.

He was smiling at me with a happy and contented look, as he stroked my cheek with his hand, before placing his hands on my butt cheeks and pulling me tight against him. He squeezed his ass muscles tight, before humping his butt against me.

I slowly withdrew my dick, before shoving all the way back in. Slowly I pulled almost all the way out, and slowly I pushed into him. I could fell the hard ridge of my dick-head scraping across the home of the gods, with each thrust and withdrawal. My erastes was breathing harder and faster with each movement of my cock.

I was moaning and my breaths were coming in short gulps, as I strove to keep from receiving the touch of the gods. Slowly I pushed and pulled my cock inside my Hadrian. He grunted once, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I shoved my cock into my lover as hard as I could, as I screamed with each shot of my cum. I had to grab onto his thighs and hold on tight as we bucked against each other. Over and over I had to buck against his ass as I tried to shove each shot of my cum as deep into him as I could.

My Hadrian was straining against me, receiving each drop of my life force deep inside him, as he pumped his own onto his chest. I tried to lean over, so I could lick up his life force before it got cold. I could do no more than collapse onto my lover. My soft cock slipped from his ass, as he hugged me tight against his chest.

Continued

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Thanks for reading, Joe Camp 1999

Next: Chapter 15


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