Pan had spent most of the day in a pleasant romp through the Arkadian wilderness, a place near void of humans but rife with deer. Among them, he'd found a few who were eager for his attentions. But by the time afternoon arrived, he was yearning for companionship of a higher nature. To that end, he strolled closer to the edge of the forest. Since he loathed clothing, he was unashamedly stark naked. His bare feet were calused ages ago, so the forest detritus was no bother to him. He moved silently through the forest with footfalls that not even a mouse could hear. Anticipation danced within him, a seeming contradiction to the patience of a real god.
Late in the afternoon, while following the scent of woodsmoke, he spyed an encampment just outside the forest's edge. There a bearded man, his hair white with age, wearing a simple chiton and sandals, his hair white with age, sat near the fire. Soon, a second man appeared, carrying firewood that he piled near the fire.
"Are you sure that you wish to stay here alone tonight, Eroistes? I don't want you to be eaten by wolves or boars." said Thelos with concern.
"I will be fine. Aetheia, the Pythian, assured me that this is a lucky day for me, so nothing bad will befall me. But, yes, please, I wish to be alone." replied the older man.
"I will return tomorrow. May the gods grant you a pleasant evening." his friend replied before he strode off towards his home in Lycosura.
Occasionally fingering his ears while he waited, Pan bade his time, watching until the liminal twilight touched the camp before he moved forward silently to stand across the fire from Erostes. It amused him that it took the man a few minutes to look up and notice him, despite the fact that his musk must have already tantalized even a human nose.
Eroistes frowned at first, then his eyes widened and his jaw slacked. "A satyr!" burst from his mouth. Then he smiled, and his eyes lingered on the satyr's huge flaccid endowment, and he noted it bore resemblance to both human and caprine: it was exceptionally thick even though flaccid, and the head beneath an ample foreskin seemed pointed rather than cupped like a human one. "Welcome, friend."
Pan smiled back at the man, began to walk widdershins around the fire towards him. "What a bold man is Eroistes to sleep at the edge of Arkadia." The fire played shadow and light on the goat god's body, detailing the movements of his muscles — their bunching and smoothing — reflecting in his eyes, emphasizing the striations in his massive horns.
The man's smile relaxed. His visitor already knew his name without the man having given it. "Satyr, will you tell me your name?" he asked, and made to rise.
The impressive figure was now so close that the man had to look up at him. "Remain seated, oh man." He squated, his huge cock clearly beginning to tumesce, and looked the man in the eyes. He saw the moment that his musk took affect and the man's pupils dilated. "I am the dearest son of Hermes. Your people call me 'Pan'."
Eroistes froze. He was before a god. "I... I have no offering. Only a bit of olive oil."
"But you do, Eroistes. And I assure you that we will put that olive oil to good use." He leaned in, and kissed the man full on the lips, quickly parting them and his teeth with his tongue, and pushing it deeply into his mouth which he then probed hungrily. The kiss was long and so obscenely sensual that it gave Eroistes a hard-on while the god's hands found and played with the man's ears.
When the god eventually broke off the kiss, the man sputtered "But you like younger men. I know the story of Daphnis."
"That is not fully true. I like all men, though I have a preference for handsome ones, like you, who are old enough to know what to do with another man." After a brief skeptical laugh escaped the man's lips, Pan admonished him "Do not contradict a god." He let his eyes rove over the man's features — his white hair and beard, lingering on his eyes, and fingering his human shell-like ears. "You are a fine man." Pan stood up, his cock and balls dangling slightly above the man's head. "Now, please me."
Eroistes hesitated, and the god reached down to stroke his brow, caress his snow-white hair. Then he cupped the back of his head, and drew it forward until the man's nose was touching his huge ballsack. "Do you not find me desirable? Do what you would do were I another man like you."
Pan's musk had already triggered arousal in Eroistes. With his cock tenting his chiton, he opened his mouth, and his tongue touched the god's flesh. A strong, salty, masculine, nigh animalistic taste flooded his mouth, and all hesitancy and reserve vanished. He pressed his lips to that hairy wrinkled sack, and began to lick and suck while his hands sought to stroke and pet his thighs, the muscles sturdy and hard to his touch. His tongue teased the opening of the foreskin, and it and his lips gently skinned it back. His mouth was filled with an even stronger taste of Pan's masculinity.
Existence seemed reduced to just Eroistes and his god as he abandoned himself to noisily orally worshiping him. He took more and more cock into his mouth. Finally, he was rewarded with Pan's cock stiffening until the head and the shaft popped down his throat. Eroistes worked his throat muscles, massaging the cock. Then he began to bob his head, letting the glans repeatedly pop in and out of his throat. Emboldened, he temporarily abandoned the cock, and his tongue traced every dactylos of Pan's scrotum, then his groin, and backward to his taint and the tight pucker under his scut. The god moved, spreading his legs and buttocks to afford Eroistes access, and softly bleated a moan when the man's tongue lapped at his tailhole. Eventually, Eroistes returned his attentions to the god's cock, again eagerly deep throating that enormous cock. Pan's sussuring moans and hands in his hair encouraged him. Soon, the god's cock pulsed, and a surge of warm raw cum shot down into the man's belly while his human nose was buried in Pan's musky bush.
Pan seperated from the man. "Remove your chiton." the god said, and the man eagerly ripped it from his own body. He lifted Eroistes to his feet, kissed and fondled him, but soon laid both of them on their sides on the ground, 69ing. The god's mouth was warm and wet, his tongue eager. His oral administrations were intense and excruciatingly arousing, and, despite his efforts not to, the man regretfully found his own cock soon pulsing as he emptied his balls' contents into Pan's mouth. He almost immediately reaped a similar reward from the god as the huge cock pulsed in his throat.
Neither's hard-on softened at all. So too both sets of balls continued to ache for relief. God and man remained in place, each striving to orally please the other. Each shot subsequent loads into the mouth and throat of the other. It was as if Pan had blessed them with no recovery time to prolong their pleasure.
The moon was above the treetops by the time the two broke from their revelry, their bellies warm with each other's many loads. The man was pleasantly surprised to find that he was neither tired nor anywhere near sated. "There are a few pluses to sex with a god of lust." Pan offered as he grinned. "Now, Eroistes, I would mount you the way a ram mounts an ewe." He untangled himself from the man, and stood, again to took down at the man.
The camp fire, neglected, had reduced to lumps of grey ash covering red coal centers. Neither Pan nor Eroistes spared time or attention to notice this.
Eroistes moved quickly, getting up onto his knees and hands. This was not his first time for this, though he'd never before done it with a god. He tried to bleat like an eager ewe, at which Pan laughed loudly. Then the god knelt between the man's legs, knees forcing Eroistes' legs a bit more widely apart. Powerful hands gripped and appreciatively kneeded his buttocks. Finally, he pulled them widely apart, the cool night air caressing the man's asshole, making it pucker more tightly.
Pan sat back on his haunches, bent forward to bring his face to the man's rump. His lips kissed the pucker before his tongue snaked out to tease and caress it. The tip began to squirm ever more eagerly at the center, slowly forcing its way inside. Eroistes' had a random moment of concern for his own cleanliness, but he lost that worry as he moaned like a beast in heat when the god's tongue breached his hole and worked its way deeply inside. Never before had he experienced a sacrifice to be so blissful or sensual. Time passed unheeded while the full moon inched higher in the sky.
Eroistes was gasping, his body quivering, when the god ceased rimming him. He caught the scent of the olive oil that he'd brought, then felt warm hard flesh press to his hole. Pressure built slowly, and that flesh began to force open his hole. Pan's glans popped into the man's asshole, and the god began to slowly fuck him, gently rocking his hips, each thrust going a bit deeper. His cock was hard, hot, unrelenting. The man could feel his pucker and rectum being stretched open. How own rock hard cock jutted down towards the ground which it lazily painted with his own pre.
The man could feel when the pointy tip of Pan's cock poked into his gut shortly before the god's furry crotch and thighs pressed to his rump. The thought, "A god is inside me!" flashed briefly through his mind before his consciousness willingly drowned in the unbridled sensuality of his situation.
With steady powerful strokes, the god fucked Eroistes. The speed of the thrusting slowly increased. Soon, Pan's crotch was noisely slapping the man's rump, his huge balls hitting his taint. The man moaned in pleasure, his sham ewe-ness having vanished completely. Suddenly, his hard, untouched, cock throbbed, and he shot his seed onto the ground. His rectum, convulsing around Pan's cock, brought the god off. The man felt warm godly seed hit and splatter in his gut.
After a pause that barely lasted long enough to be recognized, Pan returned to fucking the man. It took little time for the god to draw forth a second similar result: both spilt seed, one pooled in Eroistes gut, the other splattered on the ground. Then Pan fucked him to orgasm again. And again. On the fifth session, Eroistes found his rectum convulsing and rippling around the god's cock, and his toes involuntarily but repeatedly curling on each thrust, which hightened his orgasms to a mind-obliterating ecstatic level.
The moon had passed its zenith and begun to sink behind the tree tops by the time Pan pulled his cock from the man's hole. Underneath Eroistes lay a huge pool of his own cum. His gut was distended with godly cum, though some leaked copiously from his gaping hole, ran down his taint, to drip from his balls into the pool below him.
"Rest now, Eroistes. You have pleased me immensely — far more than any youth could have. Be not a stranger to Arkadia, for I like to play with my lovers frequently. Also, until the next moon, any male whom you touch will find his stamina trippled." Pan said with a smile. Though his boons might be of narrower scope than those of some gods, he was very generous with them.
The man eased himself carefully to the ground beside the pool of cum. "Pan... thank you. You are as glorious god. I've never before known such joy." He made a mental note to gift a black goat to Aletheia.
Pan squatted beside him, bent, gave him a long sensuous kiss. Then he stood, and walked casually into the forest, the shadows and trees swallowing, the last sight being of his scut.
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