Eros's Day of Sex

Eros was bored. He was sprawled across his bed gazing up at the artwork on the ceiling; mostly depictions of men fucking and sucking other men. They were enough for his morning jerk off but, an hour later, he was bored again and the images were not enough to excite his cock a second time. 

He rolled his neck and tried to think of something, or someone to do. His hand subconsciously stretched over the side of the bed and thumbed a feathered tail of one of his almighty arrows. Apollo might be the master archer on the battlefield but Eros’s Arrows of Love were the stuff of legend; he even had his own day of celebration on February 14th. Apollo didn’t have that.

He thought about calling for Apollo. The God of the Sun was arrogant but had an amazing, slightly curved cock that hit Eros at just the right spot every time. Something stayed his hand though. Apollo was pretty, and Eros wasn’t in the mood for pretty right now. He wanted handsome, chiseled and broody. He had just the God in mind. But first, a starter to his sexual banquet.

He pulled an arrow out of the quiver and, running his hand through his thick, dark brown hair to create a sexy messy look, he tossed it into the air. The arrow began to glow a golden light as it shimmered and finally disappeared on its downward decent. The minor God Eros had called was just the one to start a day of sex. 

Within seconds the floor of his bedroom rumbled and a mound of dirt began to form. The dirt formed a shape and, with a soft green glow, that shape became a man. The man was a son of Gaia, the Goddess of the Earth; he was a Mountain God and as such was built like one. He was seven feet of solid muscle, veins lining his arms and legs and cock. Eros smirked; one of the best thing about earthen gods - they didn’t like clothes.

The man stood naked before Eros, awaiting instruction. Eros took the time to gaze over his form. His muscles was accompanied by hair. Lots of hair. It covered his arms and legs in a mud brown hue. Circled two dark pointing nipples and blanketed a toned torso to frame his large, erect cock. 

Children of Gaia didn’t believe in grooming, much to Eros’s amusement. Still, the God was handsome, was chiseled but was not broody. He’d make a good enough starter though. Eros had called this one for a particular reason. He liked to suck cock. Pure and simple. 

Eros spread his legs a little wider and the God took the invitation. He crouched onto the bed and brought his tongue to Eros’s rapidly growing member. Eros groaned as his licked up and down the length of his shaft, teasing him with the lightest of touches to the head. The God’s hands roamed Eros’s body, twisting his nipples and gently pulling at his balls. Eros squirmed under the pleasure. This one was good at what he does.

Eros was big at eight inches and girthy but the God managed to take him all in one long, hard suck. Eros cried out and the God moaned in response, the vibration sending waves of tingling lust through his cock and to his balls. The God continue to suck him completely in, his hands now focusing on playing with Eros’s quivering balls and supple hole. With each lift of his head the God swirled his tongue around the tip of Eros’s cock, teasing the slit and lapping up the precome that was flowing freely.

Eros bit his lip. He was the God of Gay Sex but even so he was struggling to keep his ejaculation at bay. He was not ready to come. He needed to take control. Eros grabbed hold of the God’s head with both hands; the God stopped his upward motion but continued to swirl his tongue around the shaft. Eros thrust, pushing his cock to the back of the God’s throat. He’d been sucking Eros’ dick for centuries and was well used to opening up for him. Eros fucked the God’s face, leisurely at first, but soon the aching need to come built again. He couldn’t ignore it a second time.

The point of no return came when the God, who’d been playing around the rim of Eros’s hole, used the spit that had dribbled down Eros’s balls to his crack to push in. Eros swore as the finger, which almost immediately turned into two, massaged his insides and curved upwards to hit him in his sweet spot.

That was it. Eros bellowed a primal roar of lust, his silver eyes glowing with power as he fucked into the God’s mouth once, twice, and came… and came and came. Each jet of hot seed entered the God’s mouth and slid down his throat. He swallowed eagerly. 

Eros was just starting to come down from the height of his orgasm when the God took one long suck to milk the last drops of seed, stood and bowed before the earth swallowed him again. Eros sat up, his now soft cock laying happily on his thigh, and laughed softly to himself. The spot on his bed where the God’s cock had laid was now drenched, covered in come. Eros’ bent down, sniffed and then licked at the salty liquid. He stretched out, his head lying next to the damp patch.

The God had done his job and was an excellent start to the day. Eros wished he could remember his damn name though! His eyes grew heavy and he allowed himself the luxury of a nap before he moved onto the main course. It was a good hour to go before the main God he had in mind visited his baths anyway. Eros fell asleep with a smile on his face, nuzzling into the come stained sheets.