Ganymede Rising

I awoke to an empty room. I felt warm and comfortable and well-rested, and I opened my eyes to the pale afternoon light in the windows. Lying naked on the red silken sheets, I rubbed my face and stared up at the billowing linen on the ceiling. I smiled.

Zeus had left me to rest after we made love again. I had watched him go, his gorgeous body and powerful ass tantalizing me as he went. Now, all I could think of was how much I still wanted to feel him moving inside me. I could almost physically feel his divine cock filling my ass and pumping inside me over and over. I closed my eyes to picture his face, fierce with lust, inches from my own. I moaned thinking of the hungry way he kissed me so completely, and I touched my cheek remembering how his beard scratched my skin in that deliciously manly way.

My own cock was growing as I writhed slowly beneath my imaginary lover and I began to stroke it slowly.

"Lusty little thing, aren't you?"

I froze and my eyes snapped open. There in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame, stood a young man. He appeared to be around my age, if a little older, with short wavy hair the color of the setting sun and eyes like dark honey. He was completely naked but for a flowing piece of white cloth about his waist and I could see his body was lanky yet well-muscled. He looked like he could run many miles.

I grabbed the sheets after a few stunned moments and flung them over my exposed body.

"Who are you?" I asked tentatively.

The visitor only smiled. It was a mischievous grin but not menacing. He stepped through the door and walked lazily over to the bowl of ambrosia by my bed. I watched him walk; there was something strange about how he did it though I wasn't sure what.

Reaching in, he pulled out an apple and took a bite before turning back to look at me while he chewed.

"Who are you?" I repeated, unnerved by his stare.

"So, you're the cupbearer my father chose. I must say he does know how to pick them." He winked.

"Cupbearer?"

"Yeah, cupbearer." The man's eyes seemed to search me curiously. A smile played on his lips as the apple crunched in his mouth.

Wow, his lips are so full and beautiful

, I thought. I had a sudden urge to kiss him.

I looked up from his lips and caught his eye. Realization seemed to dawn on his face and his lips curled further as he laughed heartily.

"You want to kiss me, don't you?" He asked impishly. He put the apple back in the ambrosia bowl where it swiftly dissolved back into the smoky liquid. "Well, go on then," he said when he turned back to me.

My face burned with embarrassment, both at his reading of my mind and at his forward suggestion. Yet it could not be denied, I wanted to kiss him even more now.

I sat up, the sheets still covering my lower half. Hesitating, I made to lift myself up to my knees, bringing my face level with his kneeling on the bed. Now that it was close, I could see his face was smooth and boyish, yet mature with a defined chin and a definite allure. At that moment he grabbed me by the neck and pulled me into a kiss.

I was surprised by his swiftness but was immediately awash in sensations of both warmth inside me and a chilly breeze on my skin. He tasted of spiced apples and smelled of autumn wind. I sank into his kiss and wrapped my arms around his body, his muscles tensed as he moved onto the bed, pushing me back and down as we continued kissing. He forced his knee between my legs, and I let them fall apart.

Our lips parted suddenly as he straightened his torso, looking down at me. I held still as he reached down and pulled off the cloth at his waist, revealing a perfectly straight and slender penis. It was long and smooth and stood fully erect from a bush of hair, auburn like the hair on his head.

"Turn over," he commanded. I didn't move.

As if I were light as a feather, he grabbed my legs and lifted me in the air, flipped me over, and let me fall on my stomach. Almost before I hit the mattress, he was at my back, his cock pressed against my ass and his body sensuously pressed against mine. I could feel him grind his hips forward as I heard him whisper in my ear, "Do you know who I am yet?"

"Mmmmmm..." I moaned, responding to the feeling of his long manhood against my eager asshole. I arched my back, simultaneously meeting the pressure of his hips and forcing my neck to his lips; he gave a little kiss and a devious bite.

"Hermes..." I sighed, my eyes closed in this new ecstasy. I have no idea how I knew it, but the moment I spoke his name I felt it ring true.

He nibbled my ear. I gasped through my teeth and he said, "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

I laughed my own mischievous laugh, thinking then of my only two other fucks and wondering how he could beat the King of the Gods at this game. The sound of my laughter seemed to ignite his lust, for he suddenly grabbed me by the neck and forced my head up, arching my back more.

At the same time I felt him slide inside my ass, his long, slender cock triggering a million sensations in my anus as his bush met my cheeks. I felt that same feeling again of being warmed from inside while my skin prickled with goosebumps from some unknown chilly breeze.

With his hand at my throat, he began pumping in and out, the head of his cock was so deep inside me, pressing on that certain spot within me that set my body ablaze.

"Yes! Yes! Unh! Yes! Fuck me!" The words spilled from my mouth as Hermes quickened his pace, the smacking of his hips against my ass cheeks clapped clear throughout the vaulted room. He kept getting faster and faster, fucking me harder and harder, much more than humanly possible. Orange lights began bursting behind my eyelids as my moans became screams of constant pleasure. Faster and faster he went, and that magic spot in my belly smoldered and ached for release.

"I'm going to burn!" I yelled as the feeling grew and reached a climax, "I'm gonna cum! I'm... unh unh unh... gonna... I'm gonna..." and then it happened. My soul exploded as my cock went rock solid and began shooting white, hot seed into the sheets below me. I hadn't even touched it.

My ass closed tight on Hermes's cock as my body spasmed beneath him and the added pressure sent him over the edge. He let out a stiff grunt and slammed himself into me one final time, unleashing a flood of seed deep inside me that I welcomed with a final long moan. My body drank in the ecstasy, feeling it spread to my fingers and toes.

His hand relaxed at my throat, letting my face fall into the pillows. I laid there shaking slightly as he pulled his long, luxurious cock from my ass and flipped to lay on his back beside me. Our faces lay inches from each other. He looked into my eyes as I stared back at him in a transfixed daze - and he laughed.

"You should see your face," he said. I blinked at him, and suddenly I found it all so very funny. I let out a shy chuckle at first, but it wasn't long before we were both howling with laughter.

"So, what are you doing here?" I asked, wiping the tears from my eyes.

"Came to check out the fresh meat." Hermes said, reaching over and slapping my ass. The sound of the smack cracked throughout the room. "My father brings back mortals every now and then but he hasn't in a while. Hera's a jealous woman and she threw the last one off the peak." He made a breathy whistling sound and mimed a miniature figure falling with his finger.

"Wait really?" I jerked my head up in surprise. I hadn't even considered the other gods of Olympus, most especially the powerful matron goddess who stood at my new lover's side in all depictions and stories.

I'm such a fool!

I thought to myself.

"Yeah, she caught the girl in Zeus's bed. If you can believe it, she pulled her right off his dick and threw her to her death right there." Hermes watched me as he spoke, the mischievous sparkle in his eye unsettled me a bit.

I paused for a moment to look in his face and mustered a scoff, "Psh, you're having a go at me."

Hermes grinned. "I can show you her body if you want."

"No!" I said quickly. "No, I don't want to see that."

"It's just as well, that was decades ago. She's probably just bones by now."

"Decades?"

"Oh yeah... seems like just yesterday though," he said wistfully. He sighed and folded his arms behind his head, stretching out his lithe, magnificent body on the bed next to me. "You know, time is really not something we Olympians feel. It ebbs and flows around us, but we're like boulders in the stream. Immovable, ever present, unchanging..." He sounded almost exhausted by it.

"So, what'll happen to me??" I asked, growing nervous at the idea of being thrown from Mount Olympus. "Won't Hera find me and do the same?"

I eyed the three giant open windows. There were no railings, only sky. Though curiously, I noted, the sky looked different in each window. One was lightly cloudy, another shone with bright sunlight, and the third was overcast and windy. The misty cloudiness was seeping through that window, buffeted gently by the torrents on the other side of the frame.

Hermes's response brought me back. "No, I don't think she will this time. For one, he brought you here and not his own bed. I presume this is meant to be your room. And for another, you've already begun taking ambrosia. I can see it clear as day, Zeus intends for you to stay here." With those last words, he turned and gave me a congenial wink. "Come on! I'll show you around."

The messenger god swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood in a single smooth motion. He reached down to the floor and grabbed the white silk he'd abandoned in the act of fucking me. With a flick of his wrist, the cloth fluttered to life and settled itself around his waist. Leaving his smooth torso and runner's legs exposed to the pale light of the room. He certainly cut an enticing and erotic figure.

Reaching back into the bowl of ambrosia, Hermes retrieved the bitten apple he'd taken earlier and turned to see me still lying on the bed, drinking in his handsome frame.

"Well, let's not just sit here gawking at each other!" He waved his free hand at me. "Let's go! You've got plenty to learn about here on Olympus!"

A few minutes later, I had my blue silk draped from my shoulder and Hermes was leading me out the door of my room (

Such a strange thought. My own room on Olympus?)

and down the hallway to a set of wide-open doors. As we went, we passed a few other doors and I asked what was behind them.

"Oh, just more rooms," was Hermes's response. "That one there has the hearth, but that's never really used by us because the ambrosia," he indicated the apple he was munching on, "is enough for the gods. More than enough, really."

Just before we reached the front doors, he pointed down a hallway to the left. "That's my room down that way. You and I share this villa. That's why I knew you were here."

We stepped over the threshold out onto the front patio and the view stole my breath away. The patio was bounded by a stone railing, beyond which was only sky. Here, above the clouds, the great blue dome stretched endlessly to all horizons. Clouds drifted lazily about like the surface of a lethargic celestial ocean, with Olympus's peak standing as an island above them. I looked to the left and right and saw other villas, varying in the color of stone and in style and size, but all facing outward with patios of their own. I turned to look over mine and Hermes's villa to catch a glimpse of the peak. There stood a massive stone temple, grander than all the other buildings and so large I wondered if the mountain could really be holding it up by itself.

Hermes chuckled softly at my expression as he took the last bite of his apple and threw the core over the railing, a considerable distance, and it disappeared below the clouds.

"That big one up there is Zeus and Hera's. The ones just below belong to Poseidon and Hades, though they both just use them for parties since they have their own realms to rule." He spread his arms wide indicating the rest of the villas. "And the rest of us take or make what we can."

I took a closer look at the white marble that made up mine and Hermes's home. The vaulted structure was surrounded by soaring columns and all around there were tall windows that let the air pass through the rooms with unimpeded ease. Linens like those that hung in my room danced in the mountaintop breeze.

"Wow!" I said breathlessly. The wind up on this highest of peaks swallowed my voice.

"WOW!" I called out louder to no one in particular. I could sense Hermes watching me and I turned to see his amused expression.

"It's alright," he said with a shrug. "You should see what else this world has to offer. Way up here above the clouds is fine and all, but there are some things you just can't see being so removed."

I stared at Hermes as he absent-mindedly clicked his heels together. A pair of wings fluttered at each of his heels and I suddenly understood why he didn't seem to actually walk.

Hermes turned his back on the expansive view. "Come on, we've gotta get you acquainted with your duties as cupbearer."

With one last look at the flowing cloudscape, I hurried after him. My feet didn't flutter so this took quite some effort.

He led me up a pathway to a bright, golden villa, built at the very end of an outcrop of the mountain. Its rounded roofs stood high and towering; the structure was much taller than it was wide. I wondered how it stayed standing for a moment, but then remembered where I was.

"This is Apollo's," Hermes said as we went up the winding staircase to the main doors. The architecture was much more grandiose, with intricate carvings and designs all over, most shone golden like the rising sun. There was something inviting and exciting about the atmosphere of the villa. I felt abuzz with anticipation and virility.

I wonder if Apollo's as handsome as the legends say

, I thought as Hermes pushed open the doors.

"Oh brother!" Hermes's tone was both playful and mocking, somehow. The way a younger brother goads an older one.

No one answered the call. The air inside felt lighter than that outside. It seemed to lift the spirits and excite the mind with its charged stillness. I looked up and immediately regretted it as what looked like a window in the ceiling shone down with the intense heat of the sun. Blinded, I chided myself. Obviously there would be something like this in the sun god's villa. As my eyes readjusted to the room around me, I saw it was filled with deep emerald leaves. Trees, vines, bushes lined the room and gave the space a regal yet natural feel.

I chuckled to myself.

Nothing worships the sun like plants.

Hermes led me across the great atrium through a doorway at the other end. Beyond was a walkway that crossed an open field to another towering edifice, and it was inside here that I began to understand why the still air felt alive. The soft plucking of strings could now be heard emanating from the upstairs of this building, and the sound seemed to electrify the air. I looked up along the walls and saw a spiraling staircase twisting up and up. The long tube of this vaulted ceiling amplified the distant music coming from the rooms above. Hermes began to ascend, not on the stairs, but with the aid of his magical winged feet. They fluttered like hummingbirds as they raised him to the higher levels. I watched him go, catching a glimpse of the ass beneath the cloth about his waist.

"Well come on!" He called down to me indicating the stairs. Mortals, it seemed, would not be permitted any easy ways out - even on Mount Olympus.

After what felt like an hour of climbing, I came to a landing where Hermes stood waiting in an archway. Though the steps had been strenuous, I felt no fatigue. It must be an effect of the ambrosia I'd begun consuming.

The music was loud now, and the air around me reverberated sweetly. I felt giddy listening to it, light-headed, light-hearted and filled with an urge to dance. What was this?

Hermes had that amused look on his face again, "Just look at you." He chuckled and tousled my hair before putting an arm around my shoulder and leading me inside. His familiarity with me was a bit unnerving, but the music was so enticing that I simply let him guide my footsteps closer, ever-so-curious to discover its source.

As we rounded the golden corners of the room, I saw the font of the music. Trees and shrubs lined the walls of this chamber like those downstairs and just visible through some of the leaves sat a magnificent man. He had broad shoulders and beautifully muscled arms. He faced the other way, and so I could see his back muscles working beneath his radiant skin as he played the harp in his lap, just visible over his shoulders. His hair was so blond it was almost white, and it sat in a mass of curls atop his head with an effect that was both unkempt and wildly enticing. I'd only seen the back of him and I already wanted to drink in every story he might tell, every song he might sing. A toga draped from his shoulder, belted around his waist by a leather strap with gold plating to match the gold arm rings that encircled each glorious bicep.

"Hello there, good brother!" Hermes said a little too loudly.

"You're not gonna scare me this time little brother." Apollo's baritone voice was cool with a touch of annoyance. I supposed the trickster god that I'd befriended was not always well-received by his siblings.

The music stopped abruptly and Apollo turned to face us. "The mortal you've brought with you was stomping all the way up the stairs." He turned to look at me. "Graceless."

I met his gaze and felt blinded just like I had downstairs looking up at the sun window. But this time I could not look away. Apollo's piercing blue eyes were both captivating and repellant, both inviting and defiant. His smooth face was cut with a strong jaw, a pleasantly shaped Grecian nose, and expressive eyebrows. He raised the left one as he eyed me up and down.

"I've brought you father's new cupbearer. Ganymede!" Hermes was speaking with an unctuous tone that even I could tell was being laid on thick.

"Cupbearer?" Apollo queried, turning his gaze upon his brother. Hermes made a gesture with his hand that I didn't quite catch, as I was still dazzled by the sun god's handsome visage. He blinked and his expression changed a bit, almost imperceptibly.

With effort, I tore my gaze from Apollo to look at Hermes who smiled and indicated his mouth and then to me.

Catching on, I turned to Apollo and repeated, "Y- yes. I'm the new cupbearer for the gods."

"Do you know what that means?" Apollo asked.

"Well, no not really," I admitted sheepishly, realizing now that I was standing before two Olympians, gods that I'd actually prayed to at one time or another, with no idea what I was doing there or any fathom for how I was supposed to converse and interact with them.

"I see. Well, I'm not so low on ambrosia just now, so you can just come back to fill my bowl later," Apollo said dismissively. He lowered the harp off of his lap and set it down on the floor before standing up and striding to the bed I hadn't noticed was off to the side. It was covered in white sheets and pillows, and a bowl, just like the one in my room, sat on a golden table to the side.

"And besides," he continued as he reached into the bowl, "it doesn't look like you've brought any ambrosia with you to refill anything." As he said the last part, he pulled from the bowl a small, buttery-looking washcloth.

I felt my cheeks burn hot with embarrassment, here I was, trying to present myself as cupbearer to this prince of Olympus and didn't even think to bring what I needed to do that job. I looked at Hermes for help, but the mischievous grin returned, feigning innocence.