This story was written as part of a KSAres "sex acts raffle" where you selected numbers that had been assigned to sex acts which you then had to include in your story.  I got a few boring ones and when asked for more did not fare much better.  So I figured I'd better do a "Young" story.  I don't believe there was ever a "Young Iphicles" but can picture him as the brooding type -- until he is about to fall asleep.(A list of the acts is included at the end of the story.  Also please note that this story is NC-17 and contains slash.)

THINKING OF YOU

"Why do you do that?"

I hear a voice coming out of the darkness.  Nothing spoils a good jerk-off faster than to know someone is listening -- especially if it is a little brother -- my little brother.   I was thinking of something - something pleasant -- running my saliva-slicked index finger along the length of my cock, feeling it grow harder and hoping it would grow longer.   I thought I was being quiet.  I forgot he had the ears of the gods.

"You know what I am doing.  Even if you don't do it yourself, I'm sure your friends have told you all about it. "

"But you've got a girlfriend."

I wanted to tell him to shut up.  I wanted to tell him he had a whore for a best friend who peddled his ass to strangers for a few denars.   I certainly didn't want to tell him that my relationship with Elayna had not gotten further than my holding her hand and one brief, all-too-quick kiss.   It would be a long, long time before I could look to Elayna to satisfy my nightly urges.

I was sure mother had told him all about it.  Our mother was thorough.  She told me all about girls when I was too young to even care.   She told me about how someday hair would grow on my body and that my penis would grow larger.   Boy was she right.   She whispered some things about not being ashamed if my penis seemed smaller or larger than my friends' were.  She told me odd strange things about women bleeding and having babies and exactly where, and from what, acts she thought those babies came.   If she had told me those things, I can imagine what she told my brother.  He is special.  He is Hercules.

"It feels good.  It makes me sleep better.  You ought to try it, rather than just laying there listening all night."   Somehow I figured my brother would be the type to not try it at all until he woke up some morning after a very strange dream and found his seed running down his leg, or until one of his friends got him drunk and showed him first hand.   I put nothing past Jason and Iolaus.  Absolutely nothing.

*  *  *  *  *
I sit listening to my brother breathing rapidly and deeply.  I clasp my hands behind my head, just to be safe, and look out at the wind blowing the trees and the stars so far away.  I feel myself getting hard just thinking about it, and swear to myself.  Why do I think about my brother?  Why do I think about my friends?  Iolaus?  Even Jason?  I think of the stories Iolaus has told me, not the ones about the girls, but the ones where he, for a few denars, got down on his knees and sucked off men in the village.   I want him to do that to me so very, very badly, but I am afraid to ask -- wondered if I needed to pay him, too.

I have been trying to abstain from what my brother is now doing.  Still lying here in the bed, just thinking my cock has grown bigger then Iphicles's or Jason's or even Iolaus's.  It is amazing how someone so small could have a cock so large.  He's totally unashamed to showing it to me, too. Some night he just stands at the window and jerks off -- as if it were a bait to lure me like a fish.   I won't do it.  Not now, not yet.  I just lie in my bed and watch the stars.

I hear Iphicles getting louder. This is tough.  My balls will ache tomorrow, I am sure.

"Hope she is good tonight, bro."  I say with a little laugh. 

*  *  * *

"Hope she was good.'  Gods, if he had any idea who I was thinking about he'd think I was totally perverse, totally insane, totally . . . 

I was walking home from town, from a date with Elayna thinking about how to still be a virgin at my age was so embarrassing.  A am wondering if I should try one of the local whores just to make sure that I could really do it, before I tried with her, if I ever got a chance.   Maybe she will want to wait until we are married.  Married.  I can't see myself married.  I'm only seventeen.  How many years should I wait?   I'm confused, not looking where I am going.  Thinking more with my penis and my full balls than with my head.  I trip and fall; right on the path. 

"Here, let me help you."  There was a tall, large man, who appeared out of the darkness, extending his gauntleted arm out to me.   He had flashy black eyes and a large smile, his teeth shown white even in the moonlight.  "You need to be more careful . . . in choosing your path."

I don't really look at him, hate to say it but I am afraid.  I am afraid he will take the few denars I have in my pocket.   I've heard stories about men on the road.  None of them are good.  But then none of them are about men this handsome.  I continue walking, as if he was never there.

"Don't I even rate a thank-you?   I'm not asking much."

"Thanks."  I mutter under my breath.   I don't want to run, appear frightened, but I want to get away.  I walk quickly.  He is by my side, matching his stride with mine -- then he is in front of me, blocking my path.  He is too quick, I cannot swerve to avoid him, and I run directly into him.  I do not fall, because his large, muscular arms are around me, holding me tightly to him.  My knees are weak.  I had not expected this.  I'd like to believe that my cock was still semi-hard from the thoughts I had had of Elayna, but I know I am wrong about the cause.

"You're Alcmeme's son, Iphicles, right?"  He asks.  His face is only a few inches from mine, much closer than normal conversation, and he still holds me tightly to him.   I nod head, worried that he knows me and my family.  I can't remember ever seeing him before, except in my wildest dreams.

"Who wants to know?  I try to affect bravado."

"You don't know do you?"  His look was incredulous.  "Has your mother sheltered you that much?"

Ignoring him was better than showing my ignorance.  I try to pull away.

"To whom do you pray?"  His eyes are cold, yet they sparkle.  I cannot comprehend the rational behind the question.  "You do pray?"

I shake my head.

"Not at all?  Not sometime?"  He still hasn't released me.  I feel as if I am breathing his breath, his scent is strong, masculine, invigorating.  

"How old are you boy?"  He's changed the subject again.

"Seventeen."

"Old enough.  You a virgin?"

"None of your fucking business."

"I take that as a yes, think it's about time you get rid of that millstone."

"How?"
  
"Exactly how stupid are you, anyway?"  As soon as he said that his mouth was on mine, kissing me strongly and probing my mouth with his tongue.  I'd never kissed or been kissed like that by anyone, male or female.  Something inside my trousers leads me to believe I really liked being kissed by males, at least by him.

"There are lots of things you need to know.  I'll teach you.  Given time.  But quite frankly, I can't stand virgins.  So let's get that out of the way, and then we'll go on to the finer points."

I must have looked really stupid standing there, my mouth open, I don't know what happened to my clothes.  I swear to you.  One second I was fully clothed and the next I was naked.  He was naked, too.   The ground was soft, like a bed, and his hands. . . . His hands were everywhere, places where I never touched, even on nights like this -- except to wash sometimes.  Private places.  Places that burned and itched and throbbed.  I wanted his hands there. 

"Put your finger in your mouth."  He growled into my ear. 

"What?"

"You heard me.  Get it good and wet.  Suck on it."

I had no idea what he was talking about.  He takes my hand and sucks on my fingers, rolling his tongue around each one, running them along his teeth, probing his tongue onto my palm.  I had never thought of that as a way to get my hand lubricated at night, those nights when I had sex alone with my self.

"Now do it to yourself."

He watched patiently as I sucked on my own fingers.  I sense my cock is growing large and is about to explode.  He reaches for it and clamps a silver ring around it.

"What's that?"

"Virgins come too fast.  You want to enjoy it don't you."

I nod my head, frightened as I can be. 

"Now get on your knees and suck my cock.  I want it as wet as you got your fingers.  I want it wet like a girl.  I'm going to take you with spit because it's more fun for me.  Understand?"

I don't.  I know with girls the first time there is blood, sometimes lots of blood.  My mother told me that.  Can you believe that?  She also told me that girls don't enjoy it much the first time.  She never told me about men doing this.  I wonder if she told Hercules?  I reach for his cock suck on it hard.  I am like a baby drooling over it, thinking about what he is going to do and how it is going to feel. 

He extracts his cock from my mouth and pushes me to my knees then down to the ground with my ass in the air.  I cannot believe his cock in entering me there.  It should hurt, but it is so exciting I don't feel the pain.  My cock is larger and harder than it has ever been before, but I cannot cum.  His silver ring is preventing that.  I may not cum, but I the skin might break.

He cums in a gush inside me and pulls out very, very slowly.  Every centimeter is excruciating in knowing that in a few seconds it will be gone.  Just as I feel the head of his cock about the clear me, he slams it in again.  If I had any doubts that I was fucking a god, they would be gone now, he is hard again.  Finally after what seems like hours, my hands embedded with gravely soil and my knees green from the grass, he pulls out and removes the cock ring.

"See how long you can last if you set your mind to it."

"I don't think my mind had anything to do with it."

"Your mind has everything to do with it Iphicles."  He swats me on the now panted ass and sends me on my way.

*  *  * *

I think about the next time I will see him.  I am going to go to his temple.  The dark one with black marble walls and rubies embedded in the walls.   The one with warrior's shields and swords placed on the altar and the huge throne with the black leather and carved silver.  He will be there, leaning back on his throne, his legs extended in front of him. 

I will be clean, washed and oiled, with the scents from my mother's garden that she would die if she knew the purpose for which they were being used.  I will straddle his leather-clad legs and carefully unhook his codpiece.  His huge cock will be mine, and dampen it with my mouth.  Still facing him I will lift my body slightly and ease it down on his cock.  While he is still setting there, surveying all that is his, including me.   I will dance for him, with him inside me. 

As long as I am his servant, I will never think about Elayna at night.  I will think of him. 

My cock is about to burst.  I wear no ring tonight.  I know Hercules can hear me, across the room, as I cry out, trying not to call his name.   Why do I do this?  You'd better ask your friend Iolaus.  I know Ares has done him, too.  Maybe he can teach you a thing or two Hercules, so you won't hurt so much in the morning.

McJude
July 2003

Sex acts drawn for this story:
1. Kissing on the lips
2. Sucking on fingers
3. Sex sitting down
I asked for two more and got
1. Using a cockring
2. Abstaining from sex


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