The Eclogues

Second Eclogue : Alexis

Corydon the shepherd burned for lovely Alexis,
his master’s delight: and knew not whether to hope.
So he went continually among the dense beech-trees,
canopied with shadows. Alone, with vain passion, there,
he flung these artless words to the woods and hills.

In the evening he goes back to his room and on his bed, this unfulfilled desire disturbs his sleep. Finally ready to fall asleep, the regular rhythm of a breath awakens his attention. He opens his eyes, his skin is covered with a fine sweat. In the shadows, stand out lighter the much-desired silhouette, thin but well-set, barely twenty years old, a little smaller than himself, with soft blonde hair and two blue eyes sparkling in the light of the moon.

"Alexis!" Corydon murmurs. The young man hesitates: "Not quite ... Do you remember the big ash tree under which you rested this afternoon, your mind all occupied of your beautiful shepherd. This tree is the home of a nymph of the woods. She was touched by your sighs, and here I am, not the real Alexis, but her double for the night. "

Corydon gets up and, with a pounding heart, strokes a real arm. He gets bolder and sticks his mouth on the parted lips, his tongue mixes with his twin. He feels under the fabric of the tunic the warm body all in soft curves, on which glide his greedy hands. Corydon, burning with excitement, lets himself be misled. He grips in his arms the Alexis of his dreams. He does not notice the embarrassed air of the apparition since, pushing his blanket to get up, he has shown himself naked. The shepherd begins to undress his lover, who holds him back shyly. "I think you should not." "But see how you put me!" Corydon moves away, he sports a demanding erection, which redoubled the disorder of Alexis. But when Corydon had managed to strip him of his tunic, he froze in his turn stupefied. The belly is plain from the navel to the thighs.

"My nymph is still very young and does not know how men are made." All the excitement of Corydon falls. He gives himself anyway to the warm body that presses against him and falls asleep in the arms of his dream. When he wakes up, he is alone.

At nap time, the next day, Corydon finds the big ash tree. He slips between the roots some offerings for the nymph and lies under the shade of the foliage. In a silent invocation to his protectress, he details at length all the anatomy of his lover, both at rest as ready to work. He still thanks to the dryad and returns to his flocks.

The next night starts much better. As soon as he closed his eyes, Corydon felt the presence of the visitor. This time the double of Alexis has no hesitation to leave his clothes and will directly snuggle against the naked body that awaits. After a long kiss, the shepherd slides his head on the juvenile chest and then the flat stomach and finally licking the beautiful member who now adorns the crotch. Slowly the dart swells between the lips. Alexis puts himself in a position to return the favor to his lover. Having spent all day in the excitement of this moment, Corydon already sports a stick very stiff. Alexis fattens the beautiful instrument and, good student, sucks with ardor. Between his lips, he feels the pulse beat in the thick flesh. The result of such an effort is not long and the first Corydon spreads his hot semen in the mouth of Alexis, who surprised misses strangling swallowing. The ecstasy of Corydon would have increased tenfold if he had felt at the same time in his throat the same bitter taste, but he can pump it with all his strength, and even with the reinforcement of a hand, nothing comes. Yet Alexis keeps panting and pushing grunts of a near enjoyment. Excited, Corydon finally shouted at him, "Go ahead, spunk!" and he is surprised to hear : "I can not! – How can you not? – You have described my body from the outside, but not what should come out of it." These words have on Corydon the effect of an icy bath. The nymph is playing with him. The splendid body, wriggling of desire, lying against him does not inspire him anymore. He turns around and falls asleep, feeling Alexis's desperately stiff member against his back. He wakes up alone.

From now on, the shepherd is determined to leave nothing to chance. He offers the nymph new offerings and enjoins him to follow his thoughts. But while he is detailing the seminal wealth of his lover, someone shouts his name. It is Menalcas who passes, pushing his oxen. Corydon sends him his greeting, and for a few moments the massive profile of the young, dark-skinned cowherd rivals in his thoughts with the pale Alexis. Corydon cannot wait the evening. At night, Alexis appears, already naked.

Corydon immediately plunges at the feet of his lover, he tightens the waist, hands separating the two thin buttocks. "Get out of here, little runt, and give way to a real male." Corydon immediately understands the new nastiness of the nymph: the image of Menalcas had just appeared. Alexis thinks he must defend his position: "No way, I'm the man of his thoughts - And how do you think I'm here!" They would come to blows. Menalcas dominates Alexis with more than one head, but the racy musculature of the young man can stand against the more generous forms of the cowherd. Finding this time the joke to his advantage, Corydon steps in.

"Wait, I think it's my choice, show how you're equipped." The two men stand facing each other, firmly planted on the legs apart. Some movements of the hand on their tool are enough to train them. Decidedly mischievous or really ignorant, the nymph had provided the two apparitions with the same attributes, of a good size. "Equality!" says Corydon. The two shepherds do not seem to want to be content with it and flashes of fury are still shining in their eyes.

"Let's see what we can do with it." Corydon grabs each of the twin poles and starts to jerk them off. The two heads, exactly the same, are crowned with the same whitish foam, while Corydon vigorously wanks them. Tiring a little, the herdsman straightens his head. The two men did not leave their eyes, all the muscles tense, their mouths ajar. Menalcas's hardened nipples point out of the bush of black hairs that cover her torso. Let's get this over with... "The first one who's cumming!" "Me!" reply in the same breath the two rivals. And at once two powerful jets spring from the congested tails, followed by many others who flood Corydon's arms, chest, and face with thick spunk.

"Again, equality!" exclaims the shepherd, now boiling with excitement. "You could not be separate, you both just have to take care of me:" But after such a fight, it's a lot to ask. Alexis and Menalcas collapse more than they lie on the bench and they soon fall asleep in the arms of one another, reconciled by exhaustion, leaving Corydon totally disappointed, for the third time.

After such a disappointment, it is decided the next night to finally enjoy the body of his lover. Under the ash, he asks the nymph to forget Menalcas, but as he had appreciated the solid forms of the cowherd, he makes some alterations to his image of Alexis, inflating his muscles, widening his chest, deepening the abdominal bars. To complete it all, it covers the beardless skin of a beautiful dark tan. And above all, he gratifies his partner with a long resistance to work.

In the wetness of a threatening storm, the man of his dreams was at the rendezvous. Alexis greets Corydon with a question: "Are we alone? – No one else. – Look!" And he drops the mantle with which he is wrapped. In the twilight of the night full of clouds stands a robust muscular figure. "Terrible!" and the two men roll tight on the ground. They rub, caress, kiss their whole body until their tails are painful of stiffness. "Make me cum," said Corydon, "I can not wait any longer!" Alexis grabs in the same hand both cocks and, tight against each other, rubs them with fury. Corydon still tries to restrain his enjoyment, plunges his head against the shepherd's chest, stands up, bites his shoulder. "I come !" growls Corydon. "Both !" Alexis answers panting. Corydon spunk in short bursts, those of Alexis are more generous. The two suffocating bodies are covered with this foamy cream. If Alexis still sports a dazzling hard-on, by no means tired, Corydon is for the moment at half-mast, but his desire by no means appeased. The fruit of his dreams, Alexis reads in the thoughts of his lover. He slips a hand between the thighs of Corydon and discovers at the bottom of the crack the butthole. A wet finger forces the ring. Corydon gasps, the way is right. A second and a third. He is completely open, ready to receive the massive and juicy dick of his partner. Alexis has no trouble penetrating him. He takes him first from the front, his thighs raised to his shoulders. Then he advances on his knees, Corydon rocking to the side to fuck him sideways, finally, the dart always deep between the buttocks, he spills on his back, so that Corydon, impaled, rides for a frantic gallop, which ends in a new wave of cum.

But Alexis is still as hard, the body dripping with sweat but not exhausted, and the shag continues without even a break. After going through all the possible positions (the nymph has this time shown a lot of imagination), a second tidal wave of boiling cum pours into the bowels of Corydon. He is totally worm-out but nothing seems to stop the fury of Alexis. Three more times, after an impetuous screw, he is spunking, always with so much abundance. The belly of Corydon can not contain such waves and the cum trickles from her ass. The two bodies are soon covered with it, from the hair to the toes.

During this crazy shag, the storm approached and the roaring resounded for a long time. A first flash breaks the darkness. Interrupting his ride, Alexis seems troubled. Corydon takes the opportunity to escape his embrace. Panting, the ass so open that Alexis would have painlessly entered the fist, Corydon gets back a stiff woody. He is ready to return the favor, even if he will not be able to remain that long.

Outside the storm is unleashed, a dazzling light illuminates the whole cabin and the frightened face of Alexis. The tremendous roar of thunder follows immediately. As if echoing, Alexis screams. "It's just a storm!" says Corydon, "if you're scared, come against me and give me your ass!" But the shepherd's body begins to fade. Corydon wants to tighten the waist of his lover, his arms close in the emptiness. Alexis is nothing but a shadow, which disappears soon.

The lightning has just fallen on the big ash tree. Corydon is still alone, dripping with cum and sweat, cock stiff and burning. But he still has his both hands and his dreams.