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Ganymede Rising

Ganymede Rising

by Aresganymedes
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The wind was blowing over the hills, strong as a raging stallion, as I looked out over the rocky shoreline. All around me the sheep grazed and bleated contentedly while I warmed my face by the setting sun. The clouds drifted lazily about and shimmered between pink and a rich golden glow. I smiled at how the color reminded me of Ajax's hair.

I laid down amongst the grasses with one arm behind my head and the hand of the other fingering the rough tunic I wore, occasionally brushing past my tender nipple. The gentle touch of my own fingers through the crude woolen fabric caused the hairs on my arm to twitch with anticipated excitement.

Ajax was one of the many Athenian merchants and craftsmen who had begun settling in our city over the past few years. Trade between that great city across the Aegean Sea and our own Mother Troy had grown a lot and people from our region and theirs had begun to mix, mingle, and settle in each other's cities.

My hand slid sensuously down my torso toward my increasingly sensitive groin as I remembered the first time I saw Ajax, down at the docks where we sold the wool sheared from our flock of sheep. I'd been daydreaming rather than making any effort to sell our products when I first spied his golden locks. His head kept rising and sinking below the gunwale of the ship he'd arrived on as he reached down to grab one of the many bundles of merchandise it carried and threw each heavy sack onto the dock with impressive ease. The sun caught his shimmering hair with such an alluring glow that I nearly sold 2 whole sacks of wool for half what they were worth.

I laughed to myself as I recalled that day, the wind sweeping up the hills from the coast was getting chillier by the minute. Ajax had been bare chested, his well-muscled arms straining against the weight of the sacks. I'd excused myself from the stand, leaving my father questioning after me, and snuck between the milling people to get a closer look. I found a spot behind a pile of watermelons with a good view, and by the gods, my breath caught in my throat as I watched.

My dick was hard under the loose fabric of my tunic. I closed my eyes while my hand reached under and gave it a slow stroke with the memory of Ajax's rippling muscles gleaming in the midday sun. His chest was lightly covered from nipple to nipple in golden hair to match the curly locks that fell over his forehead. His eyes were bright as the sky above, and his cheeks at the time were covered with the stubble of a new beard. I gave a small moan as I stroked myself harder remembering the way Ajax had stopped to wipe his brow and noticed me peeping at him from behind the fruit.

I nearly climaxed just picturing the grin he'd flashed me then. Broad, warm, and just a little bit mischievous. He had reached up to brush the hair out of his eyes and the full muscles in his arm and shoulders tensed tantalizingly with the movement. At the time, I only blushed and ducked behind the melons before making a crouched and embarrassed retreat. Now, I beat my full erection harder just imagining that smile inches from my face as the powerful Athenian merchant moved passionately between my...

"Ganymede!"

Damn!

I thought as my father's voice came faintly from behind me over the rushing sound of wind in my ears. Despite being just moments away from painting my tunic white, I tore my hand off my throbbing cock and resettled my clothing to hide it.

"I'm here!" I called, sitting up so he could see me, but I decided against standing up all the way for fear that he might discover the raised pole beneath my tunic. Instead, I wrapped my arms around my knees pretending to be enjoying the sunset and waited for him to join me.

"There you are, son," said my father when he approached. He sat down next to me and laid his walking stick between us. "You know it's nearly time to bring the sheep home."

"I know. The sunset was just so beautiful." That wasn't a lie when I had first sat down, though now the clouds were definitely darker and loomed closer.

Was that thunder?

"I'm sure it was," my father stated plainly. Then he said what he came to say, he never bothered with pretense. "Son, I want to know if you will decide to stay here and help the family with our flock. The winter is coming and I know you are well of age now and fixing to make something of yourself, but I really hope you might choose to grow our flock and help raise our family higher."

It's true I had been considering leaving the security of our city to look for my way in this world. But I lacked coin and experience, and so the idea scared me as much as it excited me. What I needed was a sign, from the gods or otherwise, to point me in the right direction. I felt honor bound to help my family rise above our current station, but the life of a shepherd held no allure for me, and I often thought that I might be able to help my family more if I became something else. I'll admit, though, that I had no idea what that something would be.

"I really don't know yet." I kept my reply as neutral as possible. My father gave a small "hmph" and resolved to stare out at the sea with me. The clouds were definitely growing closer and more ominous, and we decided then to gather the flock and hurry them home before the storm hit. We drove them over the coastal hills and down the leeward side toward our little dwelling on the outskirts of Troy. As we crested the ridge I turned my head north to see the massive walls and firelight glow of the city. Somewhere in there, Ajax was probably just sitting down to dinner in his lavish home. I imagined his home held every luxury mine lacked.

That night, word came to the village that all the grain from this year's harvest had been stored successfully and the king declared that the city would be well-stocked for the coming winter. Tomorrow would begin the official harvest celebrations.

The festival was lavish as usual. Being a man now meant that my family did not expect me home by the time the city gates closed, and I had every intention of taking advantage of that. The streets were full of music and people danced in their colorful tunics and dresses. The beer and wine flowed generously, and we all grew loose and uninhibited. A few times, as I explored the debauchery with some lads from the village, we passed couples having sex in shadowed alleyways. One woman moaned loudly as she rocked back and forth astride her lover, their clothes hanging open.

"Gods! Look at her tits bounce!" One of my companions drunkenly shouted at us, pointing. The woman obviously heard him and without breaking her stride turned to us, a pack of horny young colts, and winked. The others broke out in boisterous laughter, jittery at the woman's boldness and clearly aroused by the carnal scene in the alley.

But as they adjusted their manhoods and continued on, I couldn't help noticing her lover's sky blue eyes. It was Ajax! He now had a full beard covering his chin and it made him look, if possible, even more handsome. His fine clothing hung off his shoulders, sensually revealing his muscular torso as he worked himself deep into the woman riding him. And there was no mistaking his eyes.

He locked his gaze to my own and I froze with heat climbing up my cheeks. As we shared this bizarre moment, his thrusts became stronger and faster. The muscles in his arms tensed as he took a firmer hold of the woman's hips and held her body tightly to his while he impaled her over and over again, never breaking eye contact with me. The woman turned back to him and moaned even louder as the slapping of his hips on her buttocks began to echo off the alley walls. Her heightened vocal pleasure brought me to my senses and I turned quickly to chase after my friends, feeling flushed and more aroused than I'd ever felt before.

By the time the moon began to reach its peak, I'd been good and drunk for hours. My friends and I were enjoying a laugh and a beer in a pub somewhere (I was definitely lost) when Ajax walked through the door, his fine clothing now properly draped about his body.

My breath caught in my throat. He paid for a cup and plunged it into the communal barrel of beer before sitting down at an empty seat. He took a sip, as if to taste how it was, and smiled that disarming smile again. I guessed he liked the brew, because he immediately took an enormous gulp and set his now mostly empty cup down. Then his eyes turned directly toward mine once again and he raised a curious eyebrow.

I could feel the redness return to my cheeks and the sensation continued down my neck and into my head where it began to make the pub around me hazy. I averted my eyes, embarrassed to be caught staring.

Why's he staring at me so much?

I thought frantically, still trying to act casual around my friends.

Is he mad that we were watching him with that woman in the alley?

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I turned to look again and saw Ajax stand and refill his cup. As I watched, another man caught his attention and the two began to chat jovially. In spite of myself, I felt an intoxicated pang of jealousy for this man who could grab even the casual attention of an adonis like Ajax, while I could barely stand to look at him without blushing.

I should go and talk to him,

I thought drunkenly.

He's only a man... And I'm a man! What should be so scary?

I stood up. My friends jumped at my suddenness, but I excused myself and made to walk in Ajax's direction. On the second step, however, the beer rushed to my head. The pub around me tilted like we were at sea and I had to grab a nearby table to keep myself upright, spilling my drink on the floor. A few people turned, and all of my resolve drained from me as it became clear I'd made a scene. I looked up in horror to check if Ajax had seen, but he seemed enthralled by his companion's conversation, so I took the opportunity to stumble out the door.

The cool night air filled my lungs and washed over my body like a splash of seawater. The salty scent of the nearby waves pricked my nostrils in a familiar and comforting way. I took a moment to catch my breath and steady myself, then moved to the alley around the corner from the pub to lean on the wall and cool off. It was a full moon night and the pale silvery light bathed everything around me. Everything except the alley I was now hiding in.

Hiding from what?

I thought defiantly as the night air cleared my head.

From those eyes,

came my heart's response.

From that beautiful fair hair, from his powerful and rugged body dressed in the finery he can afford. From the way he stared at me while making love to someone else... from the way he seemed to enjoy how I stared back...

I looked at my hands, rough and strong from years of herding sheep, shearing wool, and lugging loads of merchandise.

I'm not less attractive than that woman,

I thought as I ran my hands up my arms and over my shoulders.

I think he's handsome... maybe he thinks I am too.

I had to admit, scrawny as I was, I had developed a rather toned physique. My chest was strong and my stomach tight. My legs were muscular and I felt their strain with my fingers as they held up my intoxicated frame. Lost in my reverie, I didn't notice that there was someone watching me exploring my body in the dark alley.

"Ahem."

I jumped to attention and looked around, suddenly burning with embarrassment. It was Ajax. His face was shaded with the moon at his back, but even Selene's pale light couldn't change the rich gold of his beautiful hair and beard. I recognized him at once and froze again.

"What's your name?" He asked. The reverberations of his voice vibrated somewhere deep within me.

"Ganymede," I said meekly.

"I've noticed that you stare at me," he said, stepping into the shadow of my alley hideout.

I said nothing. My throat had gone dry even as my mouth began to water. He was suddenly so close I could smell him. It was a spiced, musky scent; the smell of man, expertly enhanced with cedar and other oils. I stepped back a little as he moved closer.

"Do you like looking at men?" He asked. I could see the fine threads embroidering his tunic. It was draped lazily about his body, barely covering the hair on his chest and the rippling abs below it. I looked up quickly and he smiled at how obviously I drank in his masculine form.

"N- no." My voice quivered with the lie.

He chuckled, a deep tone that made my cock twitch, and he drew himself even closer. I took another step backward but he caught me by the small of the back. His arm around me was strong and sure, and he drew me close to his body.

Pressed against him, I could feel the erection through his tunic. The hardness was large, and it caught between my belly and his in a way that clearly gave him pleasure. It surprised me to discover he was quite a bit taller than me. He let out a low rumble from somewhere in his chest that washed over me like a warm bath. The sound also seemed to steady my drunken nerves because my arms settled into position, one on his thick arm and the other on his chest.

Ajax then lowered his head and tantalizingly brushed his lips against mine. It was a question to which he already knew the answer. I drank in the sensation of his body against mine, inhaled the beer on his breath and responded. Running my fingers across the blond fur on his chest, I gave into his advance and opened my mouth to receive his kiss. He took my lips hungrily, pulling my body even closer to him before half lifting me against the wall of the alley.

I was surprised at this display of strength but felt a fire light within my groin at the feeling of being dominated. I gave myself to him, fully and passionately exploring his arms, chest and shoulders with my hands. He reached down and hooked both hands behind each of my thighs and hoisted me higher, guiding my legs to wrap around him as our cocks met through the fabric of his tunic.

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This cloth is so soft

, I thought briefly before feeling him reach around my buttocks and grab each one in the fullness of his palms. He spread them apart and I gasped into his mouth as the chilly night air met a part of me it had never known before.

And then, just as quickly as it had begun, the kissing stopped. Ajax put my legs back on the ground and separated our bodies with a firm push to my chest. My mouth still hung open and my erection poked out from beneath my tunic. The growing volume of drunken voices told me that the pub was clearing out and people were about to round the corner on our alley. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and I turned my face skyward to look for any building clouds. A storm was threatening to cover the moon.

"That's enough for now," Ajax said in a commanding voice, also noting the impending rain. I held my silence, stunned and still panting. Ajax came close to me once more and grabbed my cock, still throbbing with excitement, before thinking again, shaking his head and covering it with the ends of my tunic just in time before the first people came into view. He shuffled the cloth down to conceal my bare ass and then said, "My name is Ajax, by the way."

"I know," I said before thinking. He raised an eyebrow, and I had to come clean. "I

have

been staring at you. And I found out your name by asking around," I admitted rather sheepishly.

Ajax smiled and with a final hungry kiss, he tore himself from me and walked briskly down the street. A lightning bolt cracked a little louder as the storm neared.

The morning following my return from the city, I awoke with a start. I was excited and nervous and my stomach felt as fluttery as sea foam on a rocky shore. I decided I would take the sheep out early and climb Mount Ida, where I knew there were some grasses growing that were not often visited. The sheep would appreciate it and I loved the view from the altitude.

I pulled on my tunic and snuck out of the hut into the crisp air. The sun was just peaking over the horizon and the sky was cloudless. A beautiful day was dawning.

I let the flock out of the corral and we went bleating and panting up the hills and by the time the sun parted with the horizon we had reached the mountain. I leaned heavily on my walking stick in treacherous parts of the journey and leapt nimbly from rock to rock in others. The sheep never hesitated, being of surefooted Trojan stock. I drove them higher and higher to start at the top most grazing so as to make them eat only on the descent. We reached just below the summit by mid-morning and I stood on an outcrop overlooking the grazing sheep. The wind whipped about my body with great strength up on the mountain; my tunic seemed as though it were trying to tear itself off my body. With the sun at my back, I could look out over the sea without having to shield my eyes.

Oh, Gaia

, I thought,

what a beauty you are!

Far in the distance, I could see once again that clouds were growing on the horizon. But something was different about this approaching storm.

As I watched, it seemed to double in size and moved faster than I thought possible. Then, as it began to cast a shadow over the waters just offshore, a small golden speck dropped down from the clouds and began flying in my direction. As it approached, I could make out great wings and a tail. It came closer still and I was astonished to realize that it was the largest and most beautiful golden eagle I had ever seen. It swooped low and soared around the mountain top, level with me, before coming to land on a rock just above. The beast was so large that it cast a shadow over me and my flock.

Terrible as it was in size, the eagle was breathtaking in its beauty. The feathers looked as though they were made of spun gold, its powerful talons shown like precious stones, and the eyes that were now looking down at me were a fearsome emerald green. I met its gaze with terror and awe and the great bird lowered its head to look at me closely.

But the strangest thing happened as its eyes came level with mine. In a torrent of gilded feathers, its beak shrank and became a nose, the feathers on its head darkened and transformed into jet black hair, and the body, which had so recently been that of an eagle became that of a man. Not once in the whole transformation did the green eyes leave my own, nor did they blink. And by the time it was all over, I was staring into a fierce, bearded face.

The man held my gaze so closely that our noses were almost touching. His eyes studied mine intensely, though not unkindly. He was bending down to face me and I judged him to be taller even than Ajax. The dark curls of his hair fell about his face like the billowing clouds of a thunderstorm; streaks of white shot throughout like lightning bolts in the darkness. His beard was full and unkempt, but it gave him more of a stoic look than a wild one.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked slowly. His voice shot through me like the clear ring of a brass gong; it crashed against me like a tidal wave on sea walls; it cracked over my head like a strike of lightning. I could feel it reverberate through my chest, my soul and, curiously, my loins. I could scarcely find the strength to breathe in the presence of this divine being, let alone answer his question.

So, I nodded. He didn't seem satisfied.

"Do you know why I've come?"

I shook my head, no. He paused for a moment, scrutinizing my face then gave a dismissive, "hmph," and drew himself up to his full height.

"So, you really don't know me," he muttered, almost to himself.

I found my voice then, shaky and hoarse, "But you're Zeus. Surely everyone knows when they're in the presence of the King of the Gods."

Should I bow?

I hesitantly genuflected.

He had to be the tallest man I'd ever seen, and - now that I could view more than just his face - the absolute most handsome. He was naked but for a single golden toga that draped and billowed lazily around him like loose cloth in a mountain stream. Every part of him was muscled, his arms were thick and his chest was full and smooth, unlike Ajax's hairy one. His stomach was rippled and his thighs were like tree trunks. He turned away from me and I could see the muscles in his back flexing in the sunlight.

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