The Eclogues

Sixth Eclogue : Priapus

Priapus was asleep in a cave,
his veins swollen as ever with yesterday’s wine:
nearby lay the garlands fallen just now from his head,
and his weighty bowl hung by its well-worn handle.

Menalcas and Damaetas surprised the sleeping god and, taking him for a drunken shepherd, chained him with his own garlands. Amyntas joins them and encourages them, Amyntas who had boasted of being able to compete with Priapus and did not recognize him.

The sleeping man was small, but generous in the flesh. The contours of her face disappear beneath an abundant brown hair, whose wild curls covered her shoulders. Only the closed eyelids were visible on eyes strangely split at an angle, a turned-up nose that the misty dreams of wine made shudder, and the fleshy lips of a wide-open mouth. But what most attracted the eyes of the three shepherds was the powerful sex that stretched at rest between the thighs apart, two large balls covered with dark hairs and a member yet flexible but already thick. The case is enticing for hot young men. The first raises with the hand the imposing dick and caresses it with the tongue, a second touch with his lips the voluminous head and swallow it. The last slips between the thighs to undertake the huge balls.

Evidently, so much cares awakens the god who opens his eyes to these three mouths moored to his sex. Immediately his dick takes volume, and with amazing speed stands up straight, soon straight and stiff, huge, in front of the bewildered shepherds. The cudgel comes out of a short but lush bush of brown hair and rises like the trunk of a palm tree to a head fully uncovered of his foreskin, swollen at the base like ripe fruit and pointing skyward a triangular smake-head. Two thick veins climb along the column, like lianas throbbing with life. Faced with the stupefaction on the faces: "Too big!" asks Priapus smiling. The cock is drawn taut a little more, comes beating against the belly and a transparent pearl deaf to the top of the head to flow slowly along the shaft and get lost in the bush of hair. Menalcas breaks the fascination: "For one maybe, but not for three!"

Immediately the mouths go back to the assault. Tongues and lips rise and fall along the huge branch, the head sometimes swallowed by one, sometimes sucked by the other. The balls tightened at the base of the sting are two beautiful fruits that can only be tasted one at a time. Soon everything dripping with saliva. Priapus had no trouble getting rid of his ties and both hands clench even closer the three heads around his sex. One after the other, they try to swallow the monster, but even at the risk of gagging no one can reach half of the mast, and out of breath he gives way to his neighbor. The tongue then slides along the column, the lips swallow one of the two big fruits, sucks the nut full of life and then the mouth goes to the assault. From a glowing head that still seems to grow, a delicate foam oozes quickly, tasted with a lick. Surrender to pleasure, Priapus feels the seed accumulate. The blue veins are more prominent on the tail, pulsating. The balls have tightened at the base of the tail. And as the mouths are left in a movement in unison along his dart, he discharges. The jet of cum rises high and falls. The bursts follow each other, covering the three zealots with foam. The shepherds strive to drink the abundant streams of male liquor, which run not only on the prodigious sex but also on their faces.
By dint of tongues, all finished still to be cleaned. The dart is still as straight, as stiff, as big. Praised the three shepherds depart "Who are you?" The stranger is content to look at his scepter. "Priapus" exclaims Amyntas, who has finally acknowledged the god. "And you, you are Amyntas, The Mincio told me that you prided yourself on being as well provided as I. This is an opportunity to verify your statements." The three shepherds already had a dick very stiff of excitement. Of the three, that of Amyntas is undoubtedly the most masterful but related to that of the god, it reaches barely more than half of the shaft. Amyntas firmly grabs his cock and starts furious masturbation. The device grows bigger under his fingers. Closing his eyes, he slides his other hand between his thighs and a finger stokes his enjoyment by penetrating his ring. Panting, his arm stiff, he finally stops. His dick is now fully inflated, his fingers can't get around it anymore. But pasted to Priapus'one, all its height it reaches the base of the glans.

"I must confess myself defeated and recognize my bragging, I hope your revenge will not be as cruel as that of Apollo on Marsyas."
The eyes of the god sparkle: "No, I will even reward you, you will be the only one of the three of you to taste my juice also from the inside." And the god slams his cock against his belly.
Amyntas looks with horror at the enormous club, it seems to him that it is still growing. Menalcas and Damaetas intervened: "Without offense, o God, a little preparation is necessary." "Certainly, I'm not so bad, open the field to me." Amyntas lies down on the floor, lifts his legs, and spreads his thighs wide. Between the buttocks apart the little rose is still a closed button. His two friends first flood the groove with saliva, then their tongues come in turn to point to the corolla, which flourishes. Saliva nets flow inside the well. The fingers then take over. First, a finger alternately sinks into the ring, mass the tender flesh inside. The corolla deviates further and two thumbs turn in the orifice. "And while you prepare him, I will tell you a few love stories."

He began with Ganymede, the handsome teenager, kidnapped by the eagle of Jupiter, who at night shared the bed of the greatest of the gods and the day served the nectar on Olympus, welcomed even by the cantankerous Juno as if the beauty was forgive everything.
He sang Neptune's beloved Néritès, who slid with him in the foam of the waves, but Phoebus jealous changed into a shell. He joins the other loves of Apollo, not happier, Cyparissus desperate to have accidentally killed his spear javelin his favorite deer, and his wish to cry always become the cypress, Hyacinthe wounded to death with his own hand Phoebus during a record-throwing competition, fatal mass diverted by the breath of his rival Zéphyr, Leucotas escaping the assiduities of the god by throwing himself into the sea. Only the young Branchos, a lover of a night, knew old age and the white hairs.

The singing of Priapus turned to the tales of the tumultuous orgies of Bacchus and his procession of Satyrs and Fauns. But the young god in his loves was no happier than his eldest, like Ampelos making a fatal fall by wanting to pick the vine that hung from the high branches of an abalone. As for Polymnos, who had shown him the way to the underworld, from which he brought back the shadow of his mother, who had died on his return, Bacchus could not honor his promise to unite with him only by cutting in one of the branches of the fig tree pushed on his grave a solid member which he used solitary.

From the gods, Priapus passed to the mortals. He told Laius who first dared to imitate the gods and love the beautiful Chrysippos, shared love as long as it was secret. Pelops his father surprising them cursed Laius and the handsome young man of shame committed suicide. He sang the mighty Hercules who succumbed to the charms of youth. The beautiful Hylas made him forget his unhappy marriages, until the fatal day when the teenager drawing water from a spring was dragged by the nymphs into their liquid domain where he drowned. Under the walls of Troy itself, the assaults were not only warriors. Under his tent Achilles, Pelee's fiery son forgot his anger in Patroclus's arms. And when Antiloque came to join them, the nights were never long enough to exhaust their triple rides.

Menalcas and Damaetas worked well. The Amyntas ring has become a wide chasm, in which the two shepherds can enter three fingers.
"And now the punishment!" concludes Priapus. "I am waiting for you." Amyntas stands up and looks again at the phallus of the god, he has a little lost in size, while remaining stiff and hard. The shepherd spans Priapus's body and slowly sits on the pal. To his surprise, the glans effortlessly crosses his ring and slowly he swallows the entire length of the tail. Impaled to the belly, Amyntas goes from fear to pleasure. His own sex masterfully erected, he began to sweep his bowels on the member of the god, first slowly, his ring running the entire length of the mast, then he accelerates his pace and reduces the race, banging with fury Priapus belly while he feels the glans pounding his bowels. Enjoyment gains all the fibers, his whole body quivers with ecstasy. His tail is stiffer than ever, taking convulsive bursts. He feels the tide of cum rising from his balls, but the flow does not spring. Making sure that his companion of pleasure will not escape him, Priapus put his hands on the shoulders of Amyntas and grips it firmly. The shepherd, fully fitted, feels his ring distend more and more, and the pile that drives up take the thickness. The movement resumed, but it is now Priapus that stuffs it unceremoniously. The intense enjoyment is streaked with flashes of pain. Before the stupefied eyes of Menalcas and Damaetas, the phallus of Priapus has regained all its monstrous size. Amyntas yells, but relentlessly the god holds his grip on his shoulders and furiously smashes his tight ass. A black veil passes before the eyes of Amyntas who is ready to faint.

But then a hot bubbling cum filled his bowels, swelling his belly. Orgasm is irrepressible. His sex, congested to pain, stiffens in a final spasm and in turn discharges streams of cum. Menalcas and Damaetas rushed forward, but their two mouths wide open are not enough to receive such a fountain, their faces are covered with a foamy frost. The stream eventually dries up but the tail remains stiff and straight. Priapus pulls out his glistening cock from the buttocks of Amyntas, the shepherd collapses on the ground.

"Enjoy! Congested as he is, his club is not ready to soften, and it must be recognized that it is some good piece." Without even worrying about the sudden disappearance of the god, the two shepherds rushed and it is Damaetas the first one who jumps with a bound on the tail still oiled cum, while Menalcas plunges his fingers into his wide-open butt to collect the divine spunk.