The Eclogues

Third Eclogue : Palaemon

– Damoetas, tell me, whose flock is this? Is it Meliboeus’s?

– No, indeed, it’s Corydon’s: Corydon entrusted it to me the other day.

– O, endlessly unlucky flock! While he makes love

to Alexis, and is afraid she might prefer me to him,

this hired guardian milks his ewes twice an hour,

and the sheep are robbed of vigour, the lambs of milk.

– Nevertheless take care, reproaching men with your words.

We know what you were doing, with the goats looking startled,

and (though the Nymphs smiled unquestioningly) in what grove.

– I think it was when they saw me slashing at Micon’s orchard

and his young vines with my wicked knife.

– And would you be death of chagrin if you had not exhausted the young Daphnis from your assaults?

– It is your turn to say such things, you who boast of having subjected the handsome Damon, whom the Nymphs protected.

– It's not gossip and I had Damon.

– You, subdue him when you give yourself to all those who pass at the crossroads.

– Do you want us to try what each can do in turn, together?

– You will not possess me that way. The first comer is better than you. But here is Palaemon. He will silence you.

– Well, if you're ready, no delay will come from me and I do not fear anyone.

Thus quarrel as usual Menalcas the cowherd and Damoetas the shepherd, two young cocks too proud of their attributes. Palaemon, who had just joined them, had not yet tasted talents, neither of them. He doesn't need to be asked twice to be both the instrument and the judge of their rivalry. Belt and tunic are found quickly on the thick turf. Menalcas and Damoetas do the same. Faced with the massive bodies of the two competitors, the blonde Palaemon seems very frail, but the prospect of the severe assaults immediately makes it hard. Menalcas and Damoetas also erected their cudgels and shook them in front of Palaemon.

- By whom do you want to start? Damoetas asks him.

- Hey, I thought it was your talent that I had to judge, not mine. My flute is waiting for you.

And with a smirk, he strokes his crotch.

"Start, Menalcas, you will follow then, Damoetas, and you will alternate so that I can judge it better.

The cowherd kneels in front of Palaemon, who is firmly planted on these legs apart. Despite his young age, the member of Palaemon is not a toy. A beautiful branch stands straight above short blond curls. Exciting the foreskin has already retracted under a all-round head. Menalcas, wishing to take victory at once, swallows the sting and starts a furious blowjob, shaking his head back and forth. Palaemon is almost overthrown. His thighs are trembling soon under the first waves of pleasure. He pushes Menalcas's head away. "A little brutal, but effective, Damoetas, you." The shepherd kneels in turn, he puts his hands on the thin buttocks of Palaemon and lays a long kiss on the head still covered with the saliva of Menalcas. His lips go then slowly down the shaft to finally suck together the two balls under their discreet fleece of blonde hair. Damoetas raises his head, his tongue this time up the shaft and his mouth swallows the head. The tongue continues to stroke the head while the lips slide to half-shaft, then back. Damoetas feels on his tongue the salty taste of a first seed pearl. One of his fingers slid from the buttocks into the crack and tried to force the ring. "Not so fast, Menalcas is yours again." The cowherd jostles the shepherd who has no time to get up and reinvests the place. His tongue licks long the nuts that tighten under the base of the dick, then goes back in one stroke the shaft and again the cowherd swallows the tackle, but this time all the tackle. The lips close almost on the balls, the tongue is pressed against the cock and the bottom of the throat of Menalcas rubs the head. The effect is devastating, Palaemon can not hold back a grunt. In one jump he retreats, while a spurt of cum splashes the face of the cowherd.

Drying himself with the back of the hand, Menalcas stands up: "I won!" "I admit you took me by surprise, but the competition is not over. Let's change of instrument." He turns over. Arching his back, Palaemon exhibits a splendid pair of buttocks, moving apart naturally from both sides of a deep crack. "Damoetas, but still without fingers!" The shepherd crouched and, to show that he understood the joke, put his hands on the hips of the blond. Anyway, no need to spread the buttocks: at the bottom of the valley, the butthole is offered to the view, just shaded by a few fine blonde hairs. The tongue crosses the entire crack and the tip hits at the entrance. The butthole blossoms. On this side either, Palaemon is not a novice. The tongue goes up the crack to the base of the lumbar. He drops a stream of saliva that flows between the buttocks on the balls. Damoetas slams his face against the buttocks and his tongue drills the soft flesh. Holding his breath, he turns the tip of his tongue on the edges of the ring that blooms ever wider. Palaemon is again shaking. Damoetas moves back to admire this ass offered. Menalcas takes advantage: "To me!" Damoetas moves aside and leaves to the cowherd a field already well worked. First Menalcas takes his interest in the fine buttocks, licks, kisses, bites. Under this treatment, the flesh is firmer and the crack opens even wider. The pitch flattened, the tongue finds the ring wide open and sinks deeper then withdraws, returns to it. The cowherd literally plungers Palaemon, whose cock always stretched against his belly. Damoetas can not resist. He kneels and swallows again the sex of Palaemon. This time no refinements, his lips go up and down along the shaft with a growing beat, while one hand kneads the balls. On his side, Menalcas spreads, even more, the buttocks. His mouth stuck around the hole, his tongue, deeply entrenched in the bowels, caress in all ways the tender fleshes.

Subject to this double treatment, Palaemon can not resist. A few dull grunts, his whole body stretches, the ring tightens around Menalcas' tongue and short bursts of cum fill Damascus' mouth. The two men stand up, supporting a panting Palaemon. But it does not take him long to regain his senses. Damoetas and Menalcas claim with a look the result of the contest. "It’s not for me to settle so great a contest between you, you both deserve the prize."

Cowherd and shepherd shake hip to hip, exposing their swollen stings of desire. "And it's your turn to play the flute!" Palaemon kneels and to the surprise of both men swallows effortlessly the two heads between his lips and begin to suck greedily. The tongue plays between the two thick buds, the lips gradually descend along the massive stalks, then back up aspiring more than the top of the heads.

"And backward, are you also talented?" asks Menalcas. By mutual agreement shepherd and drover grab Palaemon by the waist, lifts him from the ground, and places them upside down between their two torsos, their face barely dominating the two dicks. Gently they make it go down. His mouth wide open he gobbles the heads and under his own weight, he swallows the two cocks over their entire length. At the edge of suffocation, the mouth disproportionately spread, Palaemon finally swallows the two boners and still manages to massage with the bottom of his throat the deep-seated heads. Menalcas and Damoetas can not repress a grunt of pleasure. "What an experienced musician! It's up to us to blow in his instrument. Assuring their grip better on the young man's waist, they raise their buttocks up to their faces. The spread thighs largely open the crack on the butthole already wet, they take turns to explore the hole, drowning it with saliva, plunging his tongue. For its part, Palaemon is not left behind and head upside down, continues to suck hard both cocks, sometimes swallowing one, sometimes the other, or both at once. His saliva drips down the stalks to the big balls, then flows on massive thighs.

"And now let's put together our flutes and his bellows." The light body of Palaemon swivels back into the air and returns, right side up this time, between the two massive torsos, the wide-open ass overflowing with saliva just above the two dicks joined, also covered with saliva. And again Palaemon slips slowly between the bodies of the cowherd and the shepherd. His hole swallows the two heads effortlessly and descends along the shafts. Barely caught in his descent, Palaemon impales himself until he hits the base of the cocks, with the tips of his toes he barely touches the ground. The two men bend their knees a little and Palaemon can take support to plunger his ass. Stiffening their muscles, Menalcas and Damoetas again raise from the ground the young man, who impales even deeper on the double sting. Firmly holding Palaemon under his arms, the two men enter and leave their dick of the butt, which is disproportionately enlarged. Their cocks rubbing against each other in the heat of the bowels is an incredible enjoyment and soon a torrent of cum pours into the belly of Palaemon. Shepherd and cowherd continue to smash the ass of the young man. Without even touching, his dick his turn drops his dose of cum. The cums blend, dribble on the balls, and dribble on the ground. Damoetas and Menalcas, at last, put down Palaemon on the ground, while from his ass still dripping the whitish liquor.

"Close off the ditches now, boys: the meadows have drunk enough."