There had been a great display of food and wine all evening, and the servants were constantly moving about, filling our cups again and offering us rich treats.
Present were Hilaron's family—his father; his stepbrother; his uncle, Matthias; and his two sons—and also five local men not much older than Hilaron, whom David had invited. They were cousins and were all fine-looking young men and sat and lay on three couches set along one side of the hall. David, Hilaron's father, reclined on a couch on his own, with Lucus's couch pushed up close to him. At the end of the group, was Hilaron's couch, where he sat more than lay. His nervousness was obvious, which seemed satisfying to David, because he himself was very merry. But if he had looked, then David would have seen that Lucus was pale, and he may have wondered why. But of course he was not a man who considered others' emotions much.
I had been given a couch below Lucus, at the end of the family group and opposite the younger of the cousins. Also at that end were Hilaron's elderly uncle, Matthias, and two of his middle-aged sons. With me they made up the lower section of the seating and completed the rectangular arrangement.
It had been obvious from the moment he arrived that Matthias was only there for duty sake and had no liking for David. He and his sons made their speeches of congratulation and looked warily at David and Hilaron and refused more than a few cups of wine, making it clear that they would have to leave early and could not stay the night.
By contrast, when the five young male guests, all cousins, of each other—not Hilaron, had arrived together, they had been in high spirits. They had heartily greeted Hilaron, embracing him roughly and then greeting everyone else present, and heaping them all with praise and the god's wishes for their health and good fortune. Then when they came to greet me, they had eyed me with surprise, yet approvingly, and made comment on my size and asked me where I came from.
They had obviously had wine before they arrived, and they laughed at my replies, which I made as if I was already filled with wine. David was also full of energy and excitement and laughed loudly with them. But it was obvious that everyone but he and the young men would have preferred to be somewhere else on that night, and Hilaron was pale and withdrawn, though he tried hard to act generously and as the guest of honor.
Once the final sweets had been served, Matthias and his sons made their farewells and left. And at this point the gathering became more raucous, and I saw one of the guests move his hand to his manhood and stroke it, and Lucus was leaning over and feeding David one of the small sweet balls of honey and nuts that remained on the table before him.
All evening one of the cousins, Yarron, the eldest, had been eyeing me off, and now he was reclining on his couch, looking at me with hooded, sex-filled eyes and making it clear he was hard by running his hand down over his robe to show the length and shape of his weapon as it lay up his belly. It was indeed a good size, and a small patch of dampness appeared to be forming on the white linen covering the rounded head of it.
I looked at David and said, sounding as if I had been drinking, "I have found your son Hilaron a most agreeable companion." And getting up I walked unsteadily up to Hilaron's couch, where I sat down by his stretched-out thighs. Hilaron was reclining back, turned to face me, and looked at me with some embarrassment and nervousness but also with lust in his eyes. I placed my hand on his bare calf and ran it up over his knee and up his thigh beneath his robe, stopping briefly to grope his swelling manhood and his big, young nuts, before running it on. I moved my hand up his flat belly and onto his chest, and his robe was now pushed up to reveal his growing manhood and his balls, as my fingers reached his right nipple and pinched it firmly and rolled it between my fingers. He whimpered quietly, and I leant in, parting his legs and lying between them as I kissed him on the lips.
Our tongues met inside his sweet mouth, and he lifted his legs up as we kissed, laying one over the back of the couch while the other he wrapped about my hips, his back arching as he rubbed his growing organ against my thigh and hip. Meanwhile, his hands tugged at my loincloth, pulling it off me so that my great weapon, already stiff, was free to swell and lengthen till it was soon hard and throbbing and moving against the soft silkiness of his thigh as his rubbed his own manhood up my belly.
I broke the kiss and looked about, seeing that David was sitting forward with his lips parted and his eyes hooded and had pulled Lucus between his legs, where he was on his knees and already swallowing David's weapon. And I knew that David was looking on his adult son, Hilaron, as just a highly desirable young man about to be taken by another. The cousins also looked on eagerly, Yarron now having his own weapon out from under his robe for all to see and running both hands up and down the slick shaft. And the other four young men were also working their own dicks, or each others', some exposed and some still hidden by their fine linen robes.
Moans came from several mouths, and Yarron cried out, "Show us if he can take that weapon of yours, Konan. I am eager to see if such a huge, thick pole truly can be driven into the tight hole he has between those firm young ass cheeks of his."
Cries of, "Yes. Yes," came from his brothers and cousins, and David's eyes were now swimming in lust as Lucus sucked. His experienced mouth moving up and down over David's length while his hands guided Lucus's head, his fingers curled tightly in his stepson's hair.
I had lifted Hilaron's ass up and now had both hands to his butt, with my thumbs pressed in at either side of his entrance, parting it. A lovely sight—to which I added two fingers, and he cried out as I entered his channel with them. I only withdrew my fingers to replace them with the head of my weapon. Working those fingers into his hole had opened him, as he had tightened up already after our afternoon's joinings.
"I will show you what can be achieved with patience," I said, my fingers now well in and Hilaron moaning as I rubbed them over his spot and he leaked juice from the slit in the bulbous head of his manhood.
"I want to try him too," Yarron cried, as I once more guided the head of my throbbing weapon to the entrance of one of the nicest asses I had plowed for some time. Hilaron whimpered and cried out as I worked myself into him, while he wriggled his butt and widened his legs to ease my entry.
