Sucking and Fucking Like Gods

In the late 1990s I decided to visit Greece. It was time that I set foot in the country where same-sex relations seemed to have been the norm in the Antiquity. It was not only common in the military but also in gymnasiums where men and boys exercised and worked together naked. The gyms were regarded as breeding places for homoerotic impulses.

I remember my guide, a cute guy in his early twenties. I got friendly with him and, by the comments Demitri made privately, he guessed that I was gay. Based on what wrote some historians (who were probably gay according to Demitri), homosexuality was so common in B.C. Greece that a guy would have heterosexual sex only to produce a baby.

During a visit of an exhibit on Greek gods and goddesses, Demitri mentioned that in ancient times, men sometimes made a pledge by putting their hands on their testicles as if they were saying: “If I am lying, you can cut off my balls.” The practice of making a pledge on the Bible is said to have its roots in this anecdote, joked Demitri.

As is often the case, we had a day off to visit on our own. All other members in the group were American couples; I was the only single guy, the only Canadian. Demitri asked if I wanted him to “entertain me”. He said that with a blink in his eyes and a hand on his bulging crotch. We spent the whole free-day in his apartment barely two kilometers from the Acropolis. As soon as I walked in, I was struck by the number of statues in the living room. Zeus, Apollo, Ganymede, Hermes, Eros, name them, they were all naked with huge hard-ons.

Demitri kissed me, rubbed his crotch against mine, felt my hard-on, and immediately knelt down to honor my manhood. Fuck, he could suck like Priapus, God of the Cock! Before I even had a chance to reciprocate, Demitri explained that Zeus had selected the young mortal Ganymede to serve as his cupbearer on Mount Olympus. This relationship is said to have provided the foundation for the custom of pederasty, the practice of Greek men at the time maintaining erotic relationships with adolescent boys. Over the years, Ganymede became a codeword for sodomy.

I’m not sure if he put the emphasis on the word “cupbearer”, but I had in mind to fill a cup of sperm for Zeus, a load half-Greek half-Canadian.  Demitri read my mind and went to get a cup where the stem was an erected cock. We had the duty to fill it; Zeus needed his nectar. After French-kissing – did I tell you I’m French-Canadian? –, we positioned ourselves for a hot 69. Imagining myself in 69 B.C., I kissed, licked, sucked and chewed Demitri’s rod, withdrawing as soon as I sensed the pulsing load. He tickled my pee hole with the tip of his tongue, squeezed my balls, making me moan with pleasure, or should I say roar with frenzy? His mouth was so warm that it almost set my dick in fire mode.

Demitri had the experience-knowledge-edging talent of Apollo, who was not only a sun god but a wise libertine. He is said that have had the first man-to-man relationship in history with the Thracian signer Thamyris. And for those who think same-sex nuptials are a 21st century invention, Apollo was also in a relationship with Hymen, the god of marriage.

Back to the cup of nectar. Demitri and I were ready to explode at the same time. We positioned ourselves to stroke our throbbing cock and fill the cup with thick creamy jizz. Demitri then offered to give me a massage, a technique he said that would re-energize me quickly. In doing so, my guide explained that the descendants of Greeks in the Roman empire were amazed to read what their ancestors had written centuries earlier about men drooling in public aver the thighs of boys. He gave the example of Achilles remembering the “kisses thick and fast” he had enjoyed with his beloved Patroclus.

The massage and the trip down history lane was getting me hard again. I could feel Demitri’s firm dick on my face as he massaged my back. I tried to reach for the bulging prize but my guide had another historical anecdote to share. “We hear of laws punishing men who mixed with boys, he commented. Some Athenians have been said to pay slaves called paidagogoi (pedagogues) to protect their sons from unwanted attention.”

By Plato’s time, there were some people who had the audacity to say that homosexual sex was shameful in any circumstances. However, Plato once wrote that same-sex lovers were far more blessed than ordinary mortals. He gave them a head-start in the great race to get back to heaven, “their mutual love refeathering their moulted wings”.

At this point of my free day, I couldn’t care less if Greek love was essentially sublime or sodomitical. I wanted to fuck my personal Greek God named Demitri. His ass was peachy and hairy, a double turn-on. I started by burying my face in his divine offering, sniffing his virility, licking, biting and slapping his butt cheeks before tongue-twisting my way inside the satanic haven to reach a succulent rose bud. This made Demitri scream with pleasure, pleading me to plough or pound his rear-end hard and deep. “Shove it in, shove it out, let me be your best souvenir of a trip to Greece!”

We did it bareback, like Zeus and the young mortal Ganymede, like Apollo and Thamyris or Hymen.