Historical Sex Story Above Athens 2

Odysseus straddled across his waist, let his dick touch the stranger's chest, who watched it grow back to its regular size. The pink end fascinated him, as it twitched as it rose and from the small slit on the tip emerged a pearl dew-drop that glistened in the sun.

He felt his own hardness grow erect like a soldier at attention and slipped in the crease of Odysseus' butt. Who in turn folded his knees against the goatherd's torso, raised himself up and sat on top of the tip of the stranger's proud penis. But it buckled, unsure of what to do. Odysseus put his hands back, clutched his buttcheeks, spread out the opening his ass-hole. "You have to stick your 'thing' up inside me. Use your hand to help guide it in."

This accomplished, he beginning to get the idea, penetrated with his slick cock, Odyesseus' anal opening. Odyesseus lowered himself down slowly, slipping down on that greasy pole, till his butt felt the tickle of harsh wiry pubic hair, and started to rock on the Ionian's column.

He threw his head back, his hair waving like a stallion's mane, as he rode the man's cock up and down in the time honored fashion. Lysander, was starting to feel left out, so he climbed over the goatherd and bent, pushing his butt close to stranger's face, and offered his throbbing dick to the goatherd's mouth.

"Suck it! You'll like it! And while Odysseus's rimming my ass, you can fuck him at the same time. Learned this from Pythagoras, who created a famous theorem on this position." said Lysander, the student who always paid attention to his lessons.

Pythagoras would've been proud to see, his postulate put into practice, the base of the triangle, humping for all he was worth, while the hypoteneuse, sit-fucking the base; and protruding a tongue, burying it into the anus of the acute angled triangle Lysander was making with his youthful body.

Their bodies tasted fire, air and the milk-like liquid that Archimedes had said were the basic elements of life. Odysseus's cock, the only one not buried in an orifice nevertherless, spurted at the same time as the others and after disengaging the sheperd had a cum-bath on his body, which they used to clean him further. And cleansed he stood up and a radiance shone from him. He was haloed in a golden aura, light emanated all around. They looked again. No sheperd he, obviously. He'd undergone a Metamorphosis. The boys were frightened, and were dumbstruck with awe, at the beauty and virility of this ...Greek God.

"I am Phaeton, and you shall visit Olympus, as a reward for your kindness to me, when you thought I was but a mere peasant."

The light grew brighter, the boys felt faint, their eyes were blurry, the air became viscous, all seemed to spin. They rubbed their eyes.

"Welcome. Welcome to the domain of Phoebus, my father. Father of the sun."

They looked around. Surrounding them were lustrous pillars, incandescent, luminous with gold and flame-red rubies. Walls of dazzling ivory, doors carved with reliefs of silver, marble floors, and seated on an emerald encrusted throne, robed in crimson, sat Phoebus, the sun-god. His voice a deep brass bell, copper overtones but with the sweetness of a lyre sounding regal but affectionate, with a timbre of compassion.

"What is it, my sweet boy?"

"Say, Dad, can I borrow the golden chariot? I want to take my friends for a drive."

"Sure, kid. Take the keys."

Phaeton unlocked and opened a door and indicated to Odysseus and Lysander to follow. They stepped up to the platform of the chariot. Golden-wheeled with spokes of silver, harnessed to a team of white horses. The Gates opened, and Phaeton, reins in hand, urged on the chargers into the skies, high up, high into the heavens. The four winged-horses galloped, took off, flew up, beyond the day into the rich starry sky. The three youths held each other tight, and experienced the ride of a lifetime. The earth far below, they swooped and they dived, climbed to the heavens again. They soared in the celestial majesty of night, looking down, the Meditterenean far beneath, the zillion of Greece's islands, and even saw the dark Italian coast, a nasty place full of barbarians.

"You wanna take the reins, Odyesseus?"

Odyesseus leapt at the opportunity. Phaeton took Lysander, and knelt on the chariot's floor and gobbled down on Lysander's prized possession.

"This is way cool!" said Odyesseus, urging on the horses, past the Dardenelles, the Black Sea in the distance. He turned in a meandering arc, that led over Mycenae, while his pal was getting royally blown.

"Time for Lysander to take control of my chargers," said Phaeton, as Odyesseus slipped into his easy grasp. The chariot lurched from the inexpert handling, as Lysander was inclined to watch what the other two were up to, green with a little jealousy and air-sickness.

Phaeton eventually dropped them off, not far from home and kissed each goodbye. Tired, they made their way to the house, crawled into bed, covered only with a thin white linen sheet.

"It's been a Beautiful Day. Good night Lysander."

"Goodnight, Odysseuth."

They cuddled, and one thing lead to another. And after they fell fast asleep, cradled in each other's arms, and slept til dawn.They watched for the sun to rise, but alas they never saw Phaeton again. But continued to enjoy happy summer days above Athens.

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written by davistrell