The Eclogues

Fifth Eclogue : The Mincio

When the heatwave crushes the countryside, the cattle seek the freshness of the shadows at the edge of the water. Sliding in its fast swells, the Mincio enjoys the spectacle that adorns its shores. For where there is a herd, there is a shepherd. The river abandons without regrets the shepherdesses to his brothers, he prefers the herdsmen, bronzed chest, muscular thighs, and short tunic. Here is one, very young, who advances in the middle of his sheep. By this heat, not even a tunic, just a loincloth, so narrow that the fabric enters him in the crack of the buttocks. On the other side, the well-filled pocket lets guess a piece of choice if it is at rest. Rather small but with a wide hairless chest, a face all round, and legs with powerful thighs. Let him enter his liquid domain and the god captures him. Already the flow is agitated and troubled by a fine foam. But the flock watered, the shepherd has gone away and the Mincio calms its ardors and its waters.

Further away no tree brings shadow and the banks under the heat of the sun are deserted. Solitary, a man, leaning on his cowherd's pike, seems to examine the course of the river. Tall with a virile face, very brown, a little beard, he is dressed in a coat, tight at the waist, wide open on a chest whose black rug fails to hide the strong musculature. The Mincio throw a glance of envy, a spray of water wet the feet of the cowherd. Has the man seen in the waves the divine figure? He returns to the agitated wave a broad smile and, undoing his belt, rejects behind the shoulder the pan of the coat. The unveiled package is imposing and the water is bubbling. Side stack, side face, the man turns around and shows a curvy ass. Leaning forward he spreads his hairy buttocks to hide nothing of his privacy. As he returns from the front, the heavy dick is raised in the palm of his hand, spray splash to the knees. The cowherd jerk off bluntly and several spurts of cum are lost in the foam that disturbs the waters. The Mincio has a hard time preventing its floods from overflowing, on pain of renewing the perils of the other day.

He had discovered a shepherd sleeping naked in the shade of a willow not far from his shore. A burst of splash was enough to wake him up. Straightening on one elbow, he showed a colossus physique. A jet of water had sprinkled him but the man had just smiled, stroking between the thighs and had him lengthened. The Mincio could not resist, he had spread all around the body solidly built. As soon as the divine form appeared beside him, the shepherd closed his eyes and spread his legs a little more. Leaning down, the god discovered a piece of the proportions of the rest. Between his fingers, the tool stiffened and reached a prodigious size. His hands clasped around, the shaft still allowed to pass the head that alone was enough to fill his mouth. His tongue had polished all the outlines and, excited by pressing grunts, he had managed to swallow part of the colossal tail and began to suck, flooding with the saliva rolling belly of the shepherd. His fervor was such that the affair was not long. one last shout, the strong grip of the colossus blocked his head between her thighs, pushing the boner down to the back of his throat and Mincio felt in his mouth the almost sweet taste of cum. The god had not had time to linger, because its waves raged with a fury of a thaw in spring, ready to carry everything in their passage.

The river has managed to calm down, the cowherd has tightened his belt and continues his way up the bank. If he had had the idea of bathing, the Mincio would have dragged him to the bottom of his bed, where he can give in to pleasure without disturbing his waves. But the god must again make a huge effort to control his emotion. The young shepherd in a tight loincloth is again at the edge of the water, without his flock. The Mincio would not have hoped for what will happen yet. The two men know each other and exchange a salute. The cowherd speaks first:

– Mopsus, since we’ve met and we’re both skilled,
you at breathing through thin pipes, I at singing verses,
why not sit here amongst this mix of elms and hazels?
Mopsus the young shepherd gets closer until his thigh brush against the folds of the cowherd's coat.

– You’re the elder, Menalcas: it’s right for me to obey you,
whether we walk beneath the shade, stirred by the breeze,
or enter the cave instead. See, how the wild vine,
with its wandering shoots, has spread about the cave.
Menalcas replied, stroking with his strong hand the chest to the loincloth that could give way as he was swollen.

– Only Amyntas can compete with you among our hills.

– Why, is he also trying his utmost to defeat Priapus ?
The young shepherd has pressed against Menalcas and by the opening of the coat flatters the fleece of his chest.

– Go for the cave, we'll be cooler. " the cowherd decides.

Struggling to keep calm, the Mincio has the opportunity to bring them to him. To enter the cave they have to pass a rock overhanging its waters and when the two men climb, a powerful wave comes to spray them. They glide over the wet stone and, dragged away by a whirlpool, end up on the bottom of the river on a thick carpet of moss. Above them, the fast waves bathe this lair with changing light.

Stunned, the two shepherds see emerge from this liquid ceiling a man of mature age but solidly built. Long black hair with blue and green shine sweeps her shoulders. All his body is dripping with big drops. But the eyes of the two men quickly stare at the powerful erection that adorns the belly of Mincio. The astonishment lasts only a moment. They get back on their feet, loincloth and coat fall. Released Mopsus's cock slams stiff against her belly. Except for the sleeping beauty of the other day, the god has never tasted such a piece. He falls on his knees and his tongue takes possession, from balls to the head. Firmly gripping the hips of the shepherd, he put to his lips the thick branch and began to suck vigorously. Menalcas does not be left on his own. Leaning forward Mincio exhibits all the roundness of his ass. The cowherd slips a still hesitant hand, the wet skin is supple and smooth. Getting bolder he leans over and puts on his lips. Mouth full, Mincio responds by spreading her thighs. A wide-furrow opens between the buttocks, without hair, and in the center, a ring already throbbing. Menalcas kneels behind the god, nibbles the generous flesh, drinking the trickling streams of water, then his face disappears between the stuffed hillocks. His tongue goes down the furrow from the lower back to the corolla and sinks into the wet pit, which wide open effortlessly welcomes assaults deeper and deeper. Menalcas's hands have slipped from the hips on the belly and meet a very hard dick. Without leaving the enormous cudgel that he devours, Mincio camber a little more the hips, the tongue of the cowherd descends lower in the crack and clashes with beautiful balls covered with dark hairs disgusting fine pearls of water. His hands bring back in extension the divine tail, which he can suck in his turn, the nose stuffed with the most intimate of the buttocks.

For his part, Mopsus can't do anymore. Fingers clenched in the long hair of the god, he grows deep grunts. His cock is so swollen that Mincio can not even swallow half, but he still sucks with the same fierce ardor. Mopsus manages to articulate: "If you continue, I will explode!" The god stops immediately, pushes back and, spreading his ass wide with his hands, impaled himself in a single stroke on the column of congested flesh. In a long roar of pleasure, he swallows it whole. The offering suits him perfectly. Menalcas on his knees remains miffed. He had prepared the altar, he hoped to celebrate the sacrifice too. But in front of him stands the tail of the god, dripping with water, a tribute of choice also. With a bit of saliva and two fingers to prepare the hole, Menalcas turns over and stood firm on his legs apart he slowly slides the divine dart in his ass. At first, a flash of pain, when the head forces the passage, but the god knows how to use his attribute and it is very softly that it disappears in the tender flesh. Menalcas is not a novice on this side either.

After the surprise of Mincio riding his stake, Mopsus has regained control of his enjoyment and he screws methodically the divine ass. Following the impulse Mincio stuff Menalcas on the same rhythm. Its central place is really worthy of a god. Mopsus's huge club slipped into a sheath at his size, rarely had he found such a welcoming hole. His dick sinks in all its length and his tense belly hits the contracted buttocks of Mincio. The pleasure is amazing. Standing on his legs, he smashes the innards of the river with redoubled blows, Mincio roars unchained, the water dripping with all his body, scattering droplets at each of his movements. The three men are soaked. Menalcas has no more regrets, the divine scepter just fills his ass and rubs against her flesh. Mincio's hands closed on his cock and wanked him energetically.

Mopsus and Menalcas barely stand on the legs, the rattle of one responds a cry of the other. A huge spurt of cum gushes out of the cowherd's tail and crashes away on the moss while intense bursts flood Mincio's ass. The two men collapse on the ground. A waterfall discharge from Mincio's springs and by continuous jet covers with forth the two lying bodies, before joining them on the moss. Tempting to catch their breath, they embrace each other closely and exchange two or three long kisses.

Twice a distant call is heard in the rustling silence of the waves above them.
– It must be Amyntas, murmured Mopsus, I was expecting it just now.
– The one who boasts of competing with Priapus? Mincio reacts immediately.
– And it's not that boasting! says Menalcas.

With a jump, the Mincio has found again his liquid element, and it is a new shock that awaits him. Amyntas is none other than his colossus two days ago. He is standing on the overhanging rock, calling Mopsus. A thin tunic barely covers his muscular forms and, above all, too short, hides practically nothing of his prodigious equipment. A jet of water and the rival of Priapus is precipitated in turn on the carpet of moss. The river checks that calm always reigns on the surface of its waters and disappears in the depths of its domain. Not at all surprised, Amyntas has already left his tunic and reconnected with his two friends. Mincio throws himself into the fray.