Amazing Afternoons

Five years into the Trojan Hostilities, c. 1200 BC
“Dammit! I don’t custody what the commandant thinks! It’s a unwise idea, and damned unnatural!
Laodamas sat looking at his ally and tent-mate, before you for him to calm down. He knew it would take place eventually. Elatus only needed to get his rage out. Unsatiated lust was an understandable motive for frustration.
Wishing to take part in the devil’s advocate, Damas interrupted Elatus’ invective with a comment sure to flash another outburst. “Well, you be aware of his reasons. He really believes that if the men of the crowd are lovers, they will struggle harder to guard one another. In scheme he’s right, I would struggle harder to guard my wife than any other woman.” Damas smiled to himself, the gaze of shock on Elatus’ countenance was reward enough for his devilment.
“Damas, you cannot wish that! You know as well as I that care whores and camp followers missing from the men is ill-treat. Men being together, um, sexually, is un untreated. Are you maxim you have painstaking taking a lover from the men of this camp?” Elatus’ eyes conical at what he careful a most serious offense on his friend’s part.
Laodamas was taken aback at the issue. He had never consciously measured taking a lover here, but five living without a female was a lengthy time. At the period he had dismissed it as misplaced libido. But now he began to awe.
“Not until of late my friend.” Damas asked gently.
“Gods! My superlative friend, a change! But he was more than a barely aroused by Elatus’ anger as well. The planning frightened him, but not enough to bring to a standstill what happened next.
Laodamas stood and faced Elatus, their eyes amount. “Is that what you deem of me? Me, the role who has common your life’s struggles and joys? One point out and I’m nothing more than a freak?” The two men were now nose to nose, both livid, radiating rage.
“I have faith in that is what I said. Elatus tried to shove his friend away, rejecting his intimate drop. But his hard work soon ceased as Damas deepened the kiss. Soon both his arms were wrapped around the other male, one at his waist and one around Elatus’ open neck.
Finding the lips he was pushed against suddenly pliant, Damas molded his lips to his partner’s. Damas’ worn his mouth to bother Elatus. He nipped and licked his line of attack around Elatus’ backtalk until both were almost panting.
Elatus was hunch lust beyond anything he had ever felt before. The arms that had remained glued to his sides found their line of attack around Damas back until he was vital himself against his partner. He could feel Damas’ erection, still confined within his breeches, pressed against him own hurting cock.
Through the lust crammed haze clouding his mind, Damas became alarmed. He hadn’t thought this would get nearer so far. If he had hoped to profit anything at all from kissing his ally, it was a special consideration that men being together was not a appalling thing. He had never dreamed to find himself hard-pressed flush against the other guy, grinding his hips against Elatus’ erection.
Somehow, he found the weight to break their hug, putting a bit of space between their overheated bodies. “Did that deem so unnatural to you?” Damas asked a bit of his natural wit resurfacing.
Elatus took a shivering breath, trying to regain his brains, which seemed to have scattered at the first upset of Damas’ lips. His accent husky with excitement, Elatus met Damas eyes, “No, it didn’t.”
His own say-so trembling slightly, Damas quipped, “Well, high-quality then, I’ve proved my top.” He crooked to leave on shaky legs. Damas, don’t place.”
“The part about being a freak or the part about perverts?” Damas retorted, his eyes flashing with anger. I famine you Damas, defer, please. When he motto the look of burning lust in Elatus’ eyes, Damas doubts melted along with a minor piece of his heart.”
The men met in the center of the pergola in a crushing hug. Their lips searched the others out, then met in their go along with, passionate kiss of the night. It was only the following of many to get nearer. Their hips ground against one another, in quest of the pleasure they could perceive awaited them.
Damas was the first to take five the embrace, in quest of to rid his lover of his offending clothes. When his clumsy fingers could not deal with the laces of Elatus’ shirt, he preoccupied patience and ripped it from him. His own shirt found a related fate when he tore it violently over his have control over. Both fumbled with their breeches, finally managing to strip off themselves completely. Hands traveled from broad, muscled shoulders, to hard nipples, to narrow hips. Damas generously proportioned hands found his road to Elatus’ rounded ass, attention-grabbing the twin globes, he hard-pressed his lover to his deceased. Hard cocks rubbed against one another, slipping and sliding in a lush dance.
Both men were panting with lust, almost undone by spanking and surprising feelings. Elatus took safekeeping and led Damas to his bedroll, laying him down unevenly and falling on top of him. Their lips met once again, both sets in quest of succor from the other. Damas penniless the kiss, needing more.
“Love me. He took his instance in reaching his lover’s formation; when he did, Damas was almost out of his awareness with unsated necessary.
When Elatus’ rudeness met Damas’ heated flesh in an amateur kiss, Damas’ hips jerked send on of their own volition. Finding himself entrenched in his best-friends mouth was too much for him. And release was had in undersized order. After only a few strokes, Damas’ scrotum drew up tightly, signaling the impending explosion.
“Gods, I’m almost there!”
Elatus growled around the invading incline, triggering Damas’ relief. The other male wound his fingers in Elatus hair, burying his look in his groin. He spent himself deep in his lover’s rudeness, sending his seed cascading down his throat. A few last thrusts and he collapsed beneath Elatus, exhausted. . .”
Damas rolled onto his side, coming up for his extra lover to place himself beside him. His face was flushed not only with passion but with blooming embarrassment. “You must weigh up me the greenest of experimental boys. I didn’t last a little.” Damas stared at the area between them, avoiding Elatus’ eyes.” Elatus reached for Damas’ chin, raising his countenance to look speedily in his eyes. “I weigh up you can kind amends by persistent the favor.” His eyes traveled downhill to rest on his still challenging cock.

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