≈ Ch. 8: ALL THE WAY ≈
~ Too much, too soon ~
The next morning Jason slept in. When he woke up he felt a different man than the one who woke up in that very same bed no more than 24 hours earlier. Too much had happened in such a short span of time: first, the unbelievable sex he had with Aric, that opened new horizons of pleasure in his mind; and then the equally unbelievable encounter he had with Laudon in the Temple.
Physically, he felt that his energies were fully restored; but his mind still reeled for what he’d recently discovered: Boba-Maiii was not a god but a man, who died long ago; Laudon was an A.I. system who governed Eclipse and supported its inhabitants, without resorting to anything esoteric or otherworldly; and last but not least, neither Boba-Maiii nor Laudon could care less about what Eclipsian men did with their own male seed.
Jason turned his head and saw his roommate Stellan, with his handsome clean face and his innocent expression, getting dressed.
“Good morning!” – Stellan exclaimed, smiling – “Are you OK? Tonight you were restless and you kept repeating ‘Laudon, Laudon’…”
Jason smiled: “I’m OK. More than OK, thank you buddy! And I’m starving! See you in a few at the dining hall!”
Stellan went away and Jason sat on the side of the bed, pensive: after what he did with Aric, how innocent and clumsy it seemed now what he’d done with Stellan! Aric had such a great experience and confidence in matters of sex that Jason felt (with good reason) a rookie, even less than a rookie. After all, Jason just gave a sloppy blowjob to Stellan, nothing special…
«Wait…» – Jason suddenly thought, thinking back to when Stellan begged him to shove a finger into his ass. Jason couldn’t believe the sheer pleasure painted on Stellan’s face while having his most sacred orifice violated that way! But later on, with Aric, Jason discovered what it meant being touched there: the sensations radiating from his insides, so masterfully titillated by Aric, made him scream for pleasure!
And Jason couldn’t forget, also, the knowing, almost mischievous grin Aric wore when he said: “You’d be surprised at how many men willingly opened for me their backdoor…”. Apparently, several men enjoyed surrendering their most intimate depths to Aric’s demanding manhood! Again, how naïve Jason felt, convinced as he was that all Aric did with his dick was masturbating: he did much more than that! And with many different men! Jason felt a sense of relief, knowing that, apparently, part of the Eclipsians had chosen the path of manly love, rather than passively obey the meaningless rule forbidding them to waste their seed.
Jason quickly scanned in his mind the scarce population of Eclipse, trying to guess who could be so daring to open his man-hole for another man, but soon he realized that it was irrelevant. The point was that anal sex wasn’t the painful and humiliating thing he’d always thought: it was just another way for two lovers to share their intimacy and pursue their pleasure, as Jason himself knew, having tasted first-hand a hint of that pleasure.
While getting dressed, Jason kept thinking at the last 24 hours of his life, Aric, Laudon, Boba-Maiii, the Temple, the shattering orgasm, the fingers shoved in Stellan’s and his own ass; and all these things, like pieces of a puzzle, slowly created a beautiful image in his mind, an image of freedom, self-determination and unapologetic search for pleasure, without stupid moral or social restraints.
With a special spring in his step, Jason moved to the dining room to have breakfast. He stood tall in front of the Altar, where so many times he’d humbly begged Boba-Maiii to get some food, glanced around to be sure not to be overheard and sternly ordered: “Laudon, give me some food!”. No invocations, no pleas, no kneeling in front of a god that never existed: just a quick order to a machine whose purpose was to satisfy his needs.
He felt his heartbeat race, though: twenty-one years of faith in Boba-Maiii couldn’t be wiped away easily; but he relaxed when a blue light surrounded the Altar and a bowl of the well-known tasteless pudding appeared at his feet. If ever Jason needed a confirmation, that bowl of unappealing brownish cream proved beyond doubt that Boba-Maiii didn’t exist, and an A.I. named Laudon was actually in charge of everything.
Jason quickly knelt down to pick up the bowl and suddenly froze: he was kneeling down! Not as a gesture of submission or reverence to Boba-Maiii, but just because he wanted to grab the bowl at his feet. «This is what Eve and Adam saw the adults doing!» – Jason realized, to his astonishment – «They saw the adults kneeling, possibly thanking a long-dead Boba-Maiii for creating Eclipse and that efficient system for providing food, and the kids believed they were praying!»
With his mind still focused on what happened in those very halls three centuries earlier, Jason took the bowl, stood up and sat at the nearest table. He ate the tasteless food like he’d done countless times, but this time it had a sweet taste: the taste of freedom. Freedom from moral laws he’d always felt too tight and mortifying, freedom from a religious cult he never totally believed in. A freedom he couldn’t share with anyone, though, because the reaction of the Eclipsians to such ground-breaking news was unpredictable, to say the least. Archon himself, when talking about Adam and Eve, angrily dismissed the foolish idea that Boba-Maiii could be a figment of Eve’s naïve imagination.
There were so many things to take in, and Jason felt a bit overwhelmed. He needed support and comfort, and Archon was the last person he could talk to. But he knew where to find the comfort he badly needed…
~ The First Husband ~
Deimos turned to see who was coming in and smiled wide: “Jason! I’m so glad you came, I missed you! It’s been two days since we spent some time together! Well, except for the brief moment when we met at the Antechamber, but you were the Successor, in that moment, not my Jason…”
Jason felt his heart skip a beat, in the sweetest way, hearing Deimos referring to him as ‘my Jason’. “I missed you too” – he said, hugging Deimos tight and placing his head on the man’s wide chest. Deimos wore a fatherly, tender smile and threw his arms around Jason’s shoulders, holding him tight against his chest and feeling the guy shivering: “Hey, hey… What’s up, buddy?”
“Nothing… I’m just enjoying a deep interpersonal bond…” – was the guy’s puzzling reply, and Deimos held him even tighter: “I love deep interpersonal bonds… Especially now: Pearl got pregnant, and this means that for the next ten or eleven months there won’t be any insemination…”
Jason recoiled, smiling, and then looked at Deimos with a thoughtful expression: “Deimos… would you say that we… had sex? I mean, I’m your Helper, it’s normal that I… uhm… touch you, no?”
“And you did a wonderful job as a Helper” – Deimos confirmed – “But that was in the beginning. Then we went further, I’d say. I mean, we know how each other’s seed tastes! So, yes, Jason: we undeniably had sex. Does it make you feel… bad?”
Jason shook his head, still locking eyes with Deimos, and asked back: “What about you?”
“It’s… weird. Don’t take me wrong, I loved every moment with you, every touch, every kiss! But a part of me… a stupid part of me feels scared. Scared of doing something wrong, scared of acting like… an invo. But I’m fighting that part of me, I think what happened between us is too beautiful to be ruined by stupid fears…”
Jason began nervously shifting from foot to foot: “I too think that what’s happening between us is wonderful… Just wonderful… And that’s why I want to ask you… uhm.. Deimos, will you be my First Husband?”
Deimos opened his eyes wide and couldn’t restrain a playful chuckle: “Are you… proposing to me? Come on! We can’t get married! Even if us both being men weren’t already an impediment, it would still be far too early… I mean, are you serious? We basically never talked to each other for years, and while we recently became quite… intimate, it’s not enough to get married…”
“I’m not talking of getting married!” – Jason laughed, but he soon became serious again – “You’re Pearl’s first husband, but you’re not actually married to her, nor to Claire or the many other women who chose you as their first husband. You once told me that they chose you because… well… they wanted to offer you…”
“…their virginity!” – Deimos exclaimed under his breath, now fully understanding what the guy meant – “But… Jason… are you sure? You see, it’s normal that a woman offers her virginity to a man, but you… you’re a man… and for a man it’s harder… I mean…”
“I know what you mean, and I’m sure, Deimos. But I see you’re shocked. I should never have asked you…”
“I’m not shocked…” – Deimos exclaimed with passion – “Well, I am, a bit. But deep inside I’m… honored! And surprised! It’s by far the sweetest proposal I’ve ever got! And the most daring, also. I didn’t think you were so… confident and free-spirited. After all, you are the Successor of the Guardian, and Boba-Maiii would never…”
“Let’s not talk about Boba-Maiii, please. He has nothing to do with… my offer. As you said, I’m the Successor, I know what I’m talking about. Will you… take what I’m offering you?”
“I… will” – Deimos replied, clearly struggling for his own moral restraints; but soon added, smiling: “Of course I will. You’ve been so brave to ask me, and I can’t be any less. Forgive my stupid hesitation. I’d be a fool if I wouldn’t take such a sweet offer.”
There was such a tenderness in Deimos’ voice that Jason threw himself into his strong arms again. Deimos held him tight, but soon recoiled: “But… do you mean now?”
The sudden twitch under Deimos’ embroidered loincloth told Jason that, after all, it wasn’t a bad moment for the handsome Dark man to do the deed. It took Jason only a moment to throw away his tunic and reply with a suggestive glance: “Can you think of a better moment?”
Deimos’ eyes eagerly scanned the guy’s toned body, shining with excitement. He reached out to Jason’s chest and sensually played with his thick body hair; feeling Jason’s heart thump into his chest and the warmth of his skin under his fingers made his last scruples crumble. With a nod of his head, Deimos breathed: “OK, let’s do it. But we’re going to do it properly…”
With a swift move that made Jason gasp, Deimos took the guy bodily into his strong arms, without apparent effort, and headed to the door to the Nuptial Alcove. Jason murmured: “Are you sure it’s a good idea? The Alcove is where… uhm… you and your wives…”
“I trusted you as the Successor, now trust me as the First Husband. As your First Husband. This is exactly how things are meant to be done…”
They entered the Alcove and Deimos gently laid Jason on the ample nuptial bed; he quickly unlaced his loincloth, that fell to the floor, revealing Deimos’ beautiful black member, at half mast. He climbed on the bed and knelt astride Jason’s chest offering his manhood to him: “I still need your precious services as my Helper… though this time you’ll get me ready for yourself. Only, be sure not to push me too far, or I won’t be able to perform my… husbandly duties!”
“You silly…” – Jason chuckled, grabbing the long dark meat with reverence. He pulled back the foreskin, revealing the dark pink glans, and stuck out his tongue, to give it quick teasing licks. The cautious licking turned into a passionate lapping, along the entire stiffening rod, down to the wiry pubes, the wrinkled skin of the ball sac, and then back up to the head.
Jason engulfed the now rock-hard cock with his mouth and truly made love to it, with passion. His tongue titillated, licked and rolled around the wide mushroom head, insisting on the flared ridge, the piss slit and the sensitive string under the glans. Pursing his lips tightly around the rigid shaft, he pressed the helmet between his tongue and his palate and rocked his head back and forth, thrilled by Deimos’ irrepressible moans of pleasure.
“Ooohh…” – Deimos moaned softly, his head tilted back in ecstasy – “I wish I had chosen you as my Helper years ago…”
Jason recoiled for a moment, smiling, took a couple deep breaths and murmured: “Years ago I couldn’t do this…” – and pushed his head forward, in one slow but unstoppable thrust, letting the bloated glans force open his inexperienced throat muscles.
“Holy fuck!” – Deimos gasped, swept away by the waves of sheer pleasure radiating from his cock, tightly massaged by Jason’s throat. He looked down, and couldn’t ignore the tears that were filling the guy’s eyes: “Jason… stop… I can’t trade my pleasure with your pain…”
As a silent reply, Jason grabbed Deimos’ marble buttocks with both hands to get more leverage and pushed his head forward even more, taking every single throbbing inch of his man’s virility. And then did it again and again, making the fat helmet crash into his gullet over and over, until Deimos yelled with urgency: “Wait wait wait…!!! Ggghh…!!!”
Remembering what Aric did to him to subdue his untimely climax, Jason pulled hard Deimos’ balls and held in a steely grip the base of his cock, and watched with wide lustful eyes at Deimos, stiffened in the supreme effort of holding his seed, until he slowly relaxed and exhaled loudly: “I told you to go easy this time…!”
“Sorry…” – Jason replied, with a mix of shyness and mischievous excitement – “I got carried away… I can’t get enough of your wondrous cock…”
~ A precious gift ~
Any man, hearing someone referring to his manhood as ‘wondrous’, would feel proud and self-confident, and so felt Deimos, who smiled wide and raised Jason’s legs, revealing his virgin back door: “Ready to find out what more ‘wonders’ my cock can do?”
Jason’s voice suddenly died in his throat. The moment had come. He was about to let a man violate the ultimate bastion of his virility. «No, not ‘violate’…» – he inwardly corrected himself – «I’m about to give a wonderful man my most precious gift…»
“Please…” – he breathed, his eyes shining with excitement – “But… it will hurt, won’t it?”
“This is not something I’ve done frequently” – Deimos confessed, taking a jar of perfumed oil from the bedstand – “but sometimes my wives, in the first trimester of their pregnancy, asked me to make love to them… in an alternate way, not to harm the baby. Don’t worry, I… uhm… had my share of virgin asses, I’ll be gentle… Now relax and open yourself to me…”
A single finger, slick with oil, pressed on Jason’s quivering hole, and gently intruded in the tight passage. Jason, won by Deimos’ comforting smile and his warm voice, accepted the worming finger inside him, without fighting it. There was such great intimacy in that act, and his body reacted, opening up and asking for more.
And he got it, because soon the fingers became two, bringing with them more slick oil and more shivers of pleasure. Jason moaned softly and tilted his hips, to meet the slow thrusts of those caring fingers. “Make love to me…” – Jason whispered after a while – “Take my virginity. I’m ready…”
“No, you’re not” – Deimos replied, pouring more oil on his hand and resuming the gentle massage, now with three fingers. Jason felt stretched like never before, and yet there was no pain, no discomfort: just the warming feeling of those thick fingers moving inside him, back and forth, gently brushing his prostate, but without assaulting it like Aric did.
During the long massage, Deimos’ cock hadn’t lost a fraction of its stiffness, and still stood at full mast, eager to sink into the warm depths of Jason’s body. The man recoiled and poured more oil on his member; he draped Jason’s legs on his shoulders and pointed his manhood to the slick, loosened hole: “Is your offer still valid? Do you still want me to be your First Husband? This is a one-way road…”
“I wouldn’t turn back for anything in the world…”
The fat helmet pressed on the wrinkled hole, stood there for a moment and then plopped inside the elastic anal ring. Jason inhaled sharply, but not for the pain, because there was almost none: he was gasping at the surprise of feeling, for the first time, a manly member take possession of his most sacred place, a place that no more than twenty-four hours earlier he was sure he’d never offered to anyone.
Deimos was not moving, he was keeping his hips still, waiting for Jason to adjust to his substantial girth, and Jason, driven by his own desire, tilted his hips to take an inch more of the black rod. The man gladly complied, thrusting his hips forward, slowly; Jason gave no sign of discomfort, he seemed actually in ecstasy, and Deimos’ long cock crawled its way deep inside him, until a sudden tightness blocked it and Jason let out a choked groan.
“I don’t need to go any further” – Deimos said, replying to Jason’s silent question – “With most Pale women I can’t even go this deep…”
“Go all the way…” – Jason begged with a coarse voice – “I want all of you… This is my gift for you, take it… Take it…!”
The pressure on his inner door increased, making Jason tense for the dull pain, until all of a sudden the fiery rod crashed into his farthest depths. “Nnngghh!!!” – Jason groaned, holding tight to Deimos, who whispered into his ear: “It’s done. I took your most intimate gift; now let me return the joy you gave me…”
He recoiled and pulled out of Jason’s ass, but soon he pressed again his rigid manhood on the slick hole and thrust his hips. This time he didn’t stop and went on pushing until he sank his entire tool into the fiery canal. Jason looked up at Deimos with wide shining eyes and murmured: “Yes…”, and then repeated “Yes!” a bit louder, when another long thrust filled him again to the brim; and then another thrust, more powerful, wrung a loud “YES!!” from him.
The massive cock became unstoppable. In and out, in and out, with long confident pushes. Jason kept his hands on Deimos’ wide chest, enjoying the feeling of the bulging muscles rippling under his fingers. He couldn’t see Deimos’ ass, of course, but he could easily envision it rocking back and forth, with the glutes flexing to push inside the big cock to the very last inch.
And damn, could he feel that cock inside him! It reached sensitive places inside him that Jason didn’t know even existed. He gazed up at Deimos’ face, and in his adoring eyes he looked like a god of love, the manliest man ever existed, the brightest icon of virility.
Every time the wide mushroom head brushed on his prostate, Jason felt a shiver of pleasure coursing through his spine down to his crotch, making his own cock throb and drool long streaks of pre-cum.
“It can’t be so beautiful…” – Jason moaned in disbelief, and Deimos purred: “Oh, it can… And I bet I can make it even more beautiful…”
It was the first time Deimos made love to a man, and sure enough he’d never let another man make love to him, so he didn’t really know what Jason was feeling, while being tenderly drilled by a manly member; but Deimos noticed Jason’s gasps and moans every time the wide glans hit a certain spot inside him, so he changed angle to better press his hidden button, over and over, with short thrust of his stiff rod.
“Oh my god… Oh god…” – Jason began moaning loud, almost hyperventilating, feeling his pleasure spot rhythmically crushed by Deimos’ relentless cock. He felt a rising tide of pleasure growing into his groin, that grew stronger at every hit of that special point inside him. “Deimos… ohh Deimos…! Don’t stop! I’m feeling… OOOHHH… You make me feel…”
Deimos would’ve gladly given free rein to his own lust, fucking deeper the tender ass, but he’d just taken from Jason the most precious gift a man can give to another man; so he restrained himself and put all his experience, passion and efforts in making Jason delirious with pleasure, going on hitting his sensitive prostate with quick short blows.
Jason held on to Deimos with all his strength, moaning louder and louder, and quickly succumbed under the tender onslaught: “AAAARRGGHH!!!” – he screamed, almost in shock, feeling his own untouched cock throb hard and spurt a river of thick manly juice, that pooled on his abs and turned his chest hair into a sticky mess.
Once Jason’s floodgates had opened, Deimos ramped up the pace of his thrusts, slamming his cock all the way inside the welcoming hole; Jason’s anal rings rhythmically tightened around his shaft, fueled by the massive orgasm, and the additional pressure blew Deimos’ mind, sending him through the roof.
His distinctive loud growl of pleasure, the very same manly growl that Jason once heard when Deimos impregnated Pearl, echoed in the Nuptial Alcove, while powerful shots of virile seed inundated Jason’s fiery depths.
“I’m breeding you…” – Deimos whispered into Jason’s ear, in the throes of his pleasure, and Jason moaned loud, feeling another surge of pleasure exploding from his cock.
When the frantic contractions of the climax trailed off, Deimos crashed down on Jason, who held him tight with his arms and legs, unwilling to let him go; and they stood there, on the crumpled bed, for many long moments, until Deimos’ shrinking manhood slipped out of Jason’s loosened hole.
A sudden shadow obscured Deimos’ handsome face and Jason asked anxiously: “Is there something wrong?”
“No… I just thought that this is usually the moment when the co-husbands crash into the Alcove and feast on the wife… Come, let’s move, I don’t want to stay here.”
“But… You’re still my First Husband, right?”
“I told you” – Deimos replied with a loving smile – “There’s no turning back. You gave me something you can’t possibly take back, a gift I’ll cherish for the rest of my life. But we must be careful, the co-husbands can’t understand, and I don’t want them to shout to the entire Eclipse that we’re invo.”
“We’re not invo! That word means nothing. There’s nothing wrong with a man sharing his bed and his seed with another man!”
Deimos flashed a weak smile: “Good luck on explaining that to the co-husband, or Eclipse. You may feel at peace with what we feel, you keep saying we’re not doing anything wrong, and I do my best to trust you and not to overthink what we do, but… it’s hard for me. In forty-three years I’ve never even imagined that one day I would’ve shared my bed with another man, and that I would’ve enjoyed it so much. And even if, as you say, there’s nothing wrong with what we do, this doesn’t lessen the shame of being marked by everyone as invo. This is a tight-knit community, and not exactly broad-minded: there are rules to follow, lest to face the consequences… rightful or wrongful they may be. Please, let’s move back to my room…”
~ Secrets and half-truths ~
Jason wore an understanding smile and got off the bed, pulling Deimos by his hand: “Come, let’s take a bath together.”
They moved to Deimos’ room and slipped into the sunken bathtub, which was in fact a natural pool fed by a warm underground spring that kept it fresh and clear. Deimos lay on his back and pulled Jason over him, holding him in a protective embrace: though he didn’t know first-hand, he could easily guess that for a man it’s a hard step to take, giving his virginity to another man.
Jason placed his head on Deimos’ chest and let out a short moan of relaxation. The warm water, Deimos’ strong arms around him, his entire muscular body pressed against his own… Jason felt in heaven.
“May I ask you something?” – Deimos said, breaking the silence – “That hug you gave me, earlier… it was intense. I felt you shivering into my arms…”
Jason stood silent for a moment, unwilling to fully reveal to Deimos his inner turmoil and the shocking truth about Eclipse and Boba-Maiii. “As the Successor of the Guardian, I discovered… something that it was tough for me to take in. You’ve been wonderful as always, giving me your silent support, but I can’t unload my burden on you…”
“Err… hello?” – Deimos joked, but only to lighten the tension – “You’re talking to the man who killed a Gryx with just one knife, in case you forgot. I’d say I’m sturdy enough to bear whatever burden you want to share with me! But… if it’s something you can’t reveal due to your role, you don’t need to tell me anything.”
“Say… What do you know about the history of Eclipse? Before you were born, I mean. Before the Guardian himself was born…”
“Not much” – Deimos confessed – “but I guess life has always been the same, here. Eat, sleep, gather food and Holy Stones, impregnate the Wives, obey Boba-Maiii's law…”
“Life has not always been the same” – Jason gravely revealed, still keeping his head on Deimos’ comforting pecs – “About three centuries ago, something terrible happened here, I don’t know exactly what, but all the Eclipsians died. Darks, Pales, everyone. Only two kids miraculously survived: an eight-year-old Dark girl named Eve and a four-year-old Pale boy named Adam. Somehow they managed to stay alive, but there were no adults to take care of them, or teach them.”
“It’s… terrible!” – Deimos exclaimed – “Two kids so young, all alone… I can’t think of how scared they must have felt!”
“But there’s a happy ending, because they survived, grew up and populated Eclipse again. We’re all sons of Adam and Eve, if you think about it. But the point is: they were very young, they knew almost nothing about Eclipse: the entire knowledge of the Eclipsians died with them, centuries ago. Everything we know today, everything we believe in, is just what Adam and Eve taught to their children and grandchildren. It’s not the whole picture, but only what an eight-year-old little girl knew about life, about Eclipse, about… Boba-Maiii.”
“But… But…” – Deimos objected – “Adam and Eve couldn’t possibly have made it all up! I mean, Boba-Maiii’s law is too detailed, it gives strict and precise directions! How could they know that men must not waste their seed? Or that a wife must take five loads from her husbands? How could two kids even know what husband and wife do in bed?”
“They didn’t remain kids for long, they grew up and… nature took its course. As an adult, Adam took the place of the late Guardian and… did his best to guess what Boba-Maiii wanted by them all. For many decades their priority was to have children and populate Eclipse again, and it was an easy decision to state that men should’ve never wasted their seed and had to share it with a woman. And he also realized that there was a high risk of inbreeding, and “suggested” that women had to take five loads, not just one, possibly involving Dark males, as Darks have always been the pillars of Eclipse… just like you.”
“I’m not a pillar…” – Deimos replied, grinning with modesty, and Jason shot him an impish glance: “Ask my ass…”
“Ha ha ha!!!” – Deimos’ earthy laughter boomed in the room… and despite the playful vibes, Jason clearly felt Deimos’ ‘pillar’ poking into his groin, eager to get some more of Jason’s sweet ass…
Deimos’ tone was thoughtful, but relieved: “So… Boba-Maiii won’t get angry at me if I share my seed with you, with a man…”
Jason was about to reply that he meant something much greater than that, that Boba-Maiii wasn’t who everyone believed, but he bit his tongue, as Deimos apparently couldn’t grasp the deep implications of Adam and Eve’s story. Or maybe he instinctively refused to grasp them. So, he just replied: “Trust me: Boba-Maiii can’t care less who a man shares his seed with, or if a man wastes his seed…”
“You should tell this to the co-husbands…” – Deimos commented, with a serious tone – “Hard times are coming for the Darks, with Pearl unable to take our loads and no other women around. I know that you Pales live in abstinence your entire life, and you may well think that nine or ten months of it isn’t much to fuss around. But for us Darks, ten months are hell to get through. I’m lucky I have you, but the co-husbands will feel like caged Gryxes…”
Jason wore a weak smile and shook his head: “I can’t tell them. Not even you, with your kindness and your non-judgmental attitude, are ready to fully accept what I told you. A caged Gryx could never understand…”
Deimos nodded with a tense expression: “And they’re not even caged…”
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