Epheb lover honors his Master

After

Attius, my ephebe, my friend,

You asked me what will be the signs that my life is gently coming to an end.

It will not be the wonder of the sky, which, despite its ignorance of creation, shines every morning in the gold of the sun's rays. White and shiny. It won't be the sight of the dried, yellow autumn leaves piled up around the roots of bare trees, waiting for winter. Will not be the sight of the mighty Parian marble statues solemn in whiteness that time has adorned with moss. Will not be the decay of our body, the flabby muscles, the swollen legs, the thinning of the hair or the vanished desire for sex. Nor will it be the words that our lovers will say to us to console us. These words on their lips will be the hypocritical confirmation that they are ready to immediately forget us. We will feel it in our bodies and in our minds the weariness of existence, hear the scream of love desire, and recognize the fading away impact of our sexual urges. To them, we will oppose the calmness of reasoning, tranquillity of feeling. Your beautiful forms will console me but no longer seduce me. And the desire for your body, it will become desire for your words.

The end will come, when one morning I will wake up, and satiated by a glass of Attic wine slightly spiced, I will make the count of the friends I will meet at the gymnasium or in the Agora and will discover that they are a tiny group. Smaller in number to the friends who are waiting in Hades my arrival.

Don't be sad, Attius. There, reliving the memories, I will wait for your arrival. Foundus again, like when we were young, we will run through the woods and fields smelling of spring flowers. Our beautiful bodies in their youth, packed with powerful muscles, ample pectorals and buttocks hardened by running, they will inebriate us with pleasure. In the grove under the complicit shade of the oaks, in the meadow of blue hyacinths, I will slow down and let myself being overtaken. My gaze will rest on your broad shoulders on the powerful neck and on the round and muscular buttocks.  Then, like a stallion made to submit, I'll ask you to possess meFrom behind you will penetrate me with kindness and respect. male loving male, enjoying me little by little.Feeling your beloved phallus swell in me, I will cry out of pleasure, and you will fertilize me with your vital ambrosia.

I, Pillars, your teacher, will then turn you, letting my blissful gaze run over your face and then over yours wide pectorals and contracted abdominal muscles. Finally, taking your erect phallus adornedwith a crown of black curls, I'll bring him to my lips letting him enter in my mouth, permitting me t Savor the aroma of your masculine manhood.