Minea, the Bull Dancer
by Pierre d'Amour
BookRix Edition 2017
Copyright by Amé
Pierre d'Amour:
MINEA, THE BULL DANCER
Discovering the pleasures of a
most modern ancient society!
Cover illustration from
an unknown Greek artist
A chosen One
»Come on, Tito, don't be such a coward!«, my friend Markos said to me, »you know, that I love you!« He was a year older than me and had grown bored of playing with his own sisters in the dark wine cellar of his father, he was now out to explore the wider world - and because I was his best friend he loved to play with me! We were both standing on the old temple wall next to each other and had our dickels in our hands in the attempt to piss further than the other. We had such ridiculous competitions very often and I was mostly the looser, therefor he won himself the right to touch me, which he always did with great interest. He usually said, that my penis was very pretty when it was standing and he made sure that it stood erect for him - I didn't really mind his intimate touch: he was gentle and he never hurt me, and after I've had got used to be fondled by him I began to appreciate his tenderness: and it gave me pleasure to please him too!
Living in a generally gay society provided no stigma to such erotic games between the boys, but playing with girls but was deeply detested instead - we were all bred to be future warriors, and living without any women for years on the barren battle fields in far away countries made it probably impossible to avoid male lovers! And because I was a single child and had no sisters to explore I had to collect my first sexual experiences with my male friends - and because I was the prettiest boy at school I had plenty of admirers. Most of the older ones wanted my ass and I wasn't ready for such anal adventures yet, I was still pretty shy in that department - but to have Markos at my side and let him spill my seed on the hot temple rocks made me feel comfortable! Masturbation in my own bed was a messy and mostly a quite unsatisfying endeavour, I was just lacking the necessary sexual fantasies to get a real erection and to keep it long enough to reach a satisfying orgasm - and even when I was thinking about naked girls it wouldn't work better!
We wore only a light white toga in the sweltering summer heat, which was held together with shoulder clasps and short enough to allow easy access to our little dickels - and there was no way to hide an erection under the flimsy garment! Today my friend seemed to be in a rather aroused state, that was clearly visible, he was definitely lacking the usual pressure and this time he let me win the competition, the sly rascal: he was needing a helping hand! Like in the Roman Empire circumcision wasn't practiced in Greece and a long foreskin was a sign of beauty, it was said - In that regard I wasn't the most beautiful boy, I was born with a rather short foreskin and my pink plum was always peeping cheekily from the fleshy folds! Markos' dickel instead was well adorned with a voluptuous hood and it was exciting to see it shrinking back to reveal the juicy fruit inside. And to say here, that I didn't like to touch my friend would make me a liar - he had pleased me so many times already that I felt obliged to return the favour to him in style!
In such a searing midday heat nobody was up here in the holy Akropolis and we had the whole sacred town for ourselves - we were playing our games behind the temple of the love-goddess Aphrodite in the shade of the roof. Markos' dickel was already hard and hot in my hand, and I had an easy task this time - Markos was groaning from pleasure, he arched his back and he spat his seed even further than he had pissed before! »Thank you, Tito: I really needed that!«, he said with a chuckle, »just thinking about your cute little bum makes me horny!« He was only teasing me like usual, but I liked his hands on my buttocks and didn't mind to let his tickle my ass - my curiosity was growing to find out about the pleasure or the pain of such an indecent adventure! But I was rather disturbed when my friend was kissing me: the intimate mingling of our wet tongues always made me horny and my dickel was stabbing him into the belly in his embrace - mutual masturbation was only a game, but kissing was a foreplay to anal sex, of that I was sure!