| Alright. time to start a library in here. I will start posting all of my stories. I am only glancing through them so if there is any objectionable content please let me know and I will change the story. Enjoy. CLOVIS AND SPIRO The Tale of Ganymede (The 13th Labour of Heracles)Swirling clouds surrounded the inaccessible summit crags of Mount Olympusand from his impressive, though not very relaxing throne the Old God peeredshort-sightedly downwards and tried to make out what his subjects were doingin the world below. Why do the clouds always have to form round here, hewondered tetchily. They were damp and made him wheeze so that he had to wearThermogene underwear and get his chest rubbed. He thought about hurling athunderbolt to disperse them but it was too much trouble. He shifteduncomfortably. The marble seat was aggravating his piles and Ganymede hadforgotten - again - to put out the cushions which provided some relief forhis aching bottom. Zeus sighed. It was all very well being immortal but itdidn't stop you getting old!"Ganymede. Ganymede," he called but his voice sounded hoarse and croaky andhis cup-bearer, who was getting very deaf these days, didn't hear.His wife, though, great Hera waddled in as she always did when he called forGanymede. How she could still be jealous after all these aeons, Zeus didn'tknow. The only things stiff about his aged body these days were his limbs."Hail, great Zeus," said Hera, her raddled face painted with some redpigment which made her look feverish rather than attractive. "What canGanymede provide that your faithful wife cannot?""I only wanted some cushions and perhaps a glass of mulled nectar." Zeusrealised that there was a whine in his voice."Oh - servant's duties," said Hera shortly. "And there was I in the middleof writing a letter to mother. I'll see if I can find him and pass on yourorder." She disappeared and Zeus sighed. Again he stared down and this timea gap appeared in the clouds and he saw down onto the sun-drenched slopes,where pale blue-grey rocks were clothed with cypress and olive trees, thesun squeezing amber resin tear drops from the bark, and white marble templesstood in honour of the Gods. His eye was caught by a sudden movement. Therewere two figures there. Now what on earth were they doing?The two boys, Clovis and Spiro, sat side by side in the shade cast by anolive tree out of the burning heat of the midday sun, the bleached rocksreflecting the light and heat. Their tunics were up above their waists andtheir hands were clasped round each other's erect pricks which they wereenergetically pumping. "I'll bet you three obols that I can make you comefirst," said Spiro and immediately increased the rate of his stroke."Done," said Clovis and started thinking of all the unpleasant things hecould, lessons in school, his elder brother, cleaning out the stables - butit was no good, he could not stop the relentless build-up in his loins. "Oh,oh, oh," he cried, arching himself upwards and spraying jets of his vitalfluids onto his stomach and chest, even over Spiro. It was as if thedetermination not to come had only increased his potency.Spiro laughed and allowed himself to finish.Old Zeus muttered to himself. The sight of the two young boys busilyfrotting each other had sparked off a memory of his own youth. Could it bethat something was stirring between his own legs? Ganymede came in bearing apile of cushions to make his lord more comfortable. Zeus looked at him andwondered at the change from the beauteous youth he had taken as hiscup-bearer - and bed-sharer - so long ago. Now his firm golden flesh hadgrown soft and flabby. his eyes lost their lustre, his walk its grace butthere were still some vestiges of the youth that had been the glorious sonof King Tros. "So long ago," whispered great Zeus. "Long, long ago!""Long, long ago," said the blind Master standing in front of his class ofboys, "when the Gods were powerful and interfered in the ways of man, therewas a great hero - everyone knows his name for he was Heracles."Spiro sighed for, as the Master had said, everyone knew the story ofHeracles and his Twelve Labours and it would be tedious to have to listen tothat old tale yet again."Now who can tell me who was Heracles' father?""Great Zeus, Most Powerful of the Gods," chorused the class."And who was his mother?" That was more difficult but Spiro knew."Queen Alcmene, daughter of Electryon and grand-daughter of Perseus," hesaid and received an approving look from the Master and a sly dig in thetesticles from Clovis for being teacher's pet."But because Zeus had strayed from his marriage vows, his wife Hera wasjealous and hated Heracles, even though he was named after her. Now by atrick Hera was persuaded to suckle the young hero and thus he becameimmortal though not before allowing a spurt of the divine milk to escapefrom his mouth and become the stars of the Milky Way in the sky. For thisHera hated him even more and made him mad so that in his fit he killed hissons." Spiro yawned and, to amuse himself, tickled Clovis where he knew hewas most sensitive so that Clovis could not help but make a sound."Who is that?" asked the Master and Clovis was forced to answer. "It was I,Clovis, Master. I, er, stubbed my foot.""So, Clovis of the stubbed foot, what happened in the story then?""Master, when Heracles regained his sanity he was very upset and he went tothe Oracle at Delphi who told him he must bind himself to King Eurystheusand carry out all the tasks that the king would set him.""Well done, Clovis, and perhaps you would ask Spiro who is sitting next toyou not to cause you to cry out again."Spiro marvelled that the blind man should be so aware of what was going onand had the grace to look embarrassed."So, how many tasks did King Eurystheus set Heracles?"The class chorused obediently, "Twelve, Master." and Spiro said under hisbreath, "Everyone knows that.""No, there you are wrong - even you, Spiro. He was set twelve tasks which heaccomplished and one extra at which he failed and it is the thirteenthLabour of Heracles that I will tell you now."The class sat attentively for a new story was always worth listening to."After the twelfth labour which, as you know, was the capture of thethree-headed dog of the Underworld, Cerberus, King Eurystheus becameoverbold. If Heracles had got the better of the God Hades, why should he notnow try with Zeus himself. So he called Heracles to him and said, 'This isyour final task. Go and get for me Ganymede, Cup-Bearer of the Gods and themost beautiful youth that ever lived, for I want to try the pleasures ofsuch a divine creature myself.'""Now Heracles doubted the wisdom of upsetting the greatest of the Gods buthe was bound to undertake any task that Eurystheus should set him soobediently he set out for the slopes of Mount Olympus at the top of which,as everyone knows, live the Gods. Now Hera had heard all this for she kept aconstant watch on the activities of her husband's bastard, and she thoughtthis would indeed be a good opportunity, first to get her own back on hererrant husband, and secondly, when he discovered what was going on, for himto punish Heracles. So she hid Heracles in a cloud of mist so that Zeuswould not see him climbing the mountain, and helped him to scale the almostvertical pinnacles until he reached the portals of Olympus itself.""Then she persuaded Ganymede to go outside so that Heracles could take him.Now when Heracles saw Ganymede he was himself smitten with great wonder forGanymede was beautiful beyond compare. His locks were flaxen yellow and hisskin was as soft as silk and glowed with a golden light. His eyes were deepblue sapphires and his mouth was the Gate of Heaven. He was tall andstraight and his body was as the statues of athletes but living and suffusedwith health. And, as was the custom, he was naked and his manhood was asbeautifully formed as the rest of him. And Heracles thought, I shall not letthat randy old King have this creature for I want him myself.""So he stepped from the cloud of mist and Ganymede saw the hero, Heraclesfor the first time. Now Heracles was strong and handsome and dark asGanymede was fair. And he was dressed in the lion skin of the Nemean lionbut his passionate excitement was obvious for the pelt of the lion wassticking out in the front.""And Heracles drew Ganymede back into the cloud of mist, and he went notunwillingly and they were hidden from sight from both Gods and mortals - butI will tell you what happened.""First Heracles lay the willing Ganymede on his back amongst thesweet-smelling herbs that grew in that place and lay on top of him so thattheir bodies were joined at the breast and the hips and the loins. Then hekissed him and their tongues were joined and they tasted the sweetness ofeach other. Now their senses were inflamed and their pricks jousted inamorous conflict and Ganymede wrapped his legs around Heracles' waist sothat the rosebud of his anus was exposed and immediately probed by hisquesting finger.""And Ganymede cried out, 'More, more,' so that Heracles put another fingerin and then a third and still Ganymede was not satisfied so he positionedhis cock which was the thickness of four or more fingers against the openingand he thrust so that the vacant place was occupied and both experiencedgreat rapture. Then he moved in and out and each time he thrust Ganymede wasfilled with delight as well as more material substance." Both Spiro and Clovis were enthralled by the story which was giving themseveral ideas about future activities which they could try out together."At last," continued the Master, "Heracles reached his climax and pumped hisseed into Ganymede's entrails and the quantity of his seed was withoutmeasure and the length of his orgasm was without time. And once Ganymedefelt the spurt inside him, his own climax ensued and both were satiated andlay quietly together for a while.""Now Hera, wishing to make trouble, told Zeus that King Eurystheus wasmaking the double-backed beast with Ganymede - for that was the originalintention - and Zeus in the quickness of a flash of lightning went down toearth and waited disguised as a kestrel which hovered over the Palace.""At last Heracles returned but he had not brought Ganymede and was alone. Hewent to King Eurystheus who demanded, 'Where is Ganymede?' and Heraclesanswered, 'I could not dishonour my father, Zeus, by bringing his Cup-Bearerto be your catamite.' And King Eurystheus waxed exceedingly angry when akestrel suddenly stooped down from the skies above and struck him on theforehead with his beak so that he fell down dead. Then Zeus himself appearedand said to Heracles, 'Heracles, you are truly my son. Your sins arepardoned.'""Thus because Heracles did not carry out the last labour and in factdeceived and cuckolded his father, it has been conveniently forgotten by thestory-tellers."After the lesson was over and the boys released, Clovis and Spiro returnedto their sheltered place amongst the olive trees where no one observed them- except a distant eye from a mountain top."Let us enact the Tale of Ganymede and Heracles," said Spiro, "and, becauseI won the last bet, I shall be Heracles.""Only if you cancel my debt of three obols," said Clovis."Agreed," said Spiro. "Now I shall wear this piece of hide as my lion skinbut you must be naked."So Clovis took off his chiton and Spiro did not need much attention beforehis member was sticking out in front of him and making the hide stand out ina very stimulating way. And Clovis moved towards him and truly in his youthand freshness he looked as lovely as the fabled Ganymede.Then Spiro said, "I am the hero, Heracles, and I am to take you, Cup-bearerof the great God, for my master, King Eurystheus, but hold, I find you tooattractive so first I will ravish you myself." And the two boys giggled atthe game they were playing.Then they grasped hold of each other and pretended to wrestle for a whilebut all the time making sure they were rubbing their bodies together so thattheir pricks rose and were engorged with blood. Then Spiro lay on top ofClovis and kissed him but they were laughing so much that they splutteredinto each other's mouths and that made them laugh even more."Now you must wrap your legs around my waist, Ganymede," said Spiro "so thatthe rosebud of your arse is exposed." But the idea of Clovis' littleshithole being likened to a rose was so ludicrous that they both collapsedin helpless merriment and they rolled around together until they again feltthe sexual urge of their bodies.Meanwhile on his now more comfortable throne, the aged God was again viewingthat activities of his young subjects. At first he could not understand whythey were calling each other 'Ganymede' and 'Heracles' but graduallyunderstanding dawned and he realised they were enacting something that hadhappened many ages before between his son and his lover. Anger stirred.Now Spiro was trying to put his prick into Clovis' hole but was havingtrouble. "It hurts, Spiro," complained Clovis."Call me, Heracles," grunted Spiro who was trying to force a very tensesphincter muscle and not being very successful."We need something to help it in, Heracles.""I bet Zeus didn't have this trouble," said Spiro. "What can we use?""Try some olive oil," suggested Clovis. "That's slippery."Spiro picked some ripe olives from the tree, crushed them in his hand andrubbed them on his prick. It felt good. Then he gently pushed an oily fingerup Clovis' rectum. "That's better," said Clovis. "In fact that feels good.Try a second finger. Oh yes!""Right, Ganymede," said Spiro. "Here comes your hero, Heracles," and heinserted his oiled cock into the now ready opening. It slid in with only afaint cry of protest from Clovis. The clamped feel of the tight musclearound his cock and the warm and moist nest in which he found himself was initself a delight and he rested for a short while and allowed Clovis to getaccustomed to the alien thing inside his body.Then gently Spiro began to move in and out.There was a flash of lightning closely followed by an ear-splitting crack ofthunder and the olive tree under which they were performing was riven frombranch to root. The smell of burnt wood and the residual stench of ozonehung in the air.Terrified, Spiro's cock shrivelled and dropped out of Clovis.A gaunt old man stood in front of them. He was clothed in an old-fashionedhymation (or toga) and carried a piece of metal shaped like a lightningflash in his hand. In spite of being very old, he had an unmistakable air ofmajesty and authority about him. He also looked very angry. "What are youchildren doing?" he demanded.There was an obviously truthful answer but neither Clovis nor Spiro feltlike making it. "It was just a story," said Spiro. "We were playing a game.""Have you no respect for the Gods?" was the next unanswerable question. "Ithink you need to be taught a lesson." He raised his staff and pointed it atthe two boys. Instantly in the place of Spiro stood a doleful-looking donkeywhile instead of Clovis writhed a large python.Zeus looked at the two for a moment, raised his staff and vanished.The aged Heracles, his muscles turned to flab and leaning on a stick, andGanymede stood in front of Zeus. The unaccustomed exercise of going down toearth had not benefited the great God and he was out of breath so that whenhe demanded of the two what had been going on between them in the days oftheir youth, the question came out in short bursts and did not carry as muchof the authority he would have liked.Heracles looked bewildered. He had been recalled from his place as aconstellation in the night sky and the rapid translation had confused him."Lord," he said, "there is nothing between us.""What about you, Ganymede," demanded Zeus."Oh, Lord, I do not remember. It was all too long ago. Let me give your feeta rub. You know that always calms you.""I must know the truth," said Zeus petulantly, though the foot rub soundedvery attractive. He had grazed the soles of his feet on the rocky outcropsof the mountain."What does it matter now anyway?" asked Ganymede. "Send Heracles back andI'll get the oil ready."Zeus sighed. He was right. It was all too long ago and did not matter now.Just as long as those boys did not continue spreading the tale - and turningthem into animals had certainly stopped that. He gave a sign and bothHeracles and Ganymede left.While Zeus waited for Ganymede's ministrations, he had one last look downthrough the clouds. Under the riven olive tree, the donkey, with its hugedonkey cock was being fellated by the python who, as was possible with allsnakes of that sort, was able to dislocate its own jaws to accommodate largeprey. The two animals were obviously enjoying the activity and the brayingof the donkey echoed even as high as Mount Olympus."Hee- haw, HEE-HAW," said Spiro."Sssssssssuck," hissed Clovis.Zeus laughed. "You two are incorrigible," he said and waved his staff.Spiro was lying on his back amongst the short grasses and tussocks offlowering thrift while Clovis, on all fours, crouched over him, his mouthfirmly fastened on the other boy's cock. For a moment he disengaged hismouth to say, "Spiro, I think your prick is bigger than ever."Spiro said, "Your mouth certainly is, Clovis. Don't stop!" and Clovisresumed his activity. -- Michael Gouda |
