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My grandfather had told me the story many times: the mean murder of Androgenos, the son of the Cretan king Minos, because he had won all the games on the mountain of Olympos with his superior strength. It had been Athens' king Aegeos himself who had stabbed the successful prince to death in sheer jealousy, and it hadn't come as a big surprise, that the mighty Minos had send a hundred ships of war to take out a bitter revenge on Athens. To escape his own demise and to keep the peace King Aegeos had to promise the yearly delivery of seven young boys and seven beautiful virgins to Knossos on the island of Crete, those poor children were then trained to dance naked for the sacred bulls before they were sacrificed to the godly monster of the Minotauros in his dark labyrinth in the mountain . . .
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Minea, the Bull Dancer
by Pierre d'Amour
BookRix Edition 2017
Copyright by Amé
Pierre d'Amour:
MINEA, THE BULL DANCER
Discovering the pleasures of a
most modern ancient society!
Cover illustration from
an unknown Greek artist
1 - A chosen One
A chosen One
»Come on, Tito, don't be such a coward!«, my friend Markos said to me, »you know, that I love you!« He was a year older than me and had grown bored of playing with his own sisters in the dark wine cellar of his father, he was now out to explore the wider world - and because I was his best friend he loved to play with me! We were both standing on the old temple wall next to each other and had our dickels in our hands in the attempt to piss further than the other. We had such ridiculous competitions very often and I was mostly the looser, therefor he won himself the right to touch me, which he always did with great interest. He usually said, that my penis was very pretty when it was standing and he made sure that it stood erect for him - I didn't really mind his intimate touch: he was gentle and he never hurt me, and after I've had got used to be fondled by him I began to appreciate his tenderness: and it gave me pleasure to please him too!
Living in a generally gay society provided no stigma to such erotic games between the boys, but playing with girls but was deeply detested instead - we were all bred to be future warriors, and living without any women for years on the barren battle fields in far away countries made it probably impossible to avoid male lovers! And because I was a single child and had no sisters to explore I had to collect my first sexual experiences with my male friends - and because I was the prettiest boy at school I had plenty of admirers. Most of the older ones wanted my ass and I wasn't ready for such anal adventures yet, I was still pretty shy in that department - but to have Markos at my side and let him spill my seed on the hot temple rocks made me feel comfortable! Masturbation in my own bed was a messy and mostly a quite unsatisfying endeavour, I was just lacking the necessary sexual fantasies to get a real erection and to keep it long enough to reach a satisfying orgasm - and even when I was thinking about naked girls it wouldn't work better!
We wore only a light white toga in the sweltering summer heat, which was held together with shoulder clasps and short enough to allow easy access to our little dickels - and there was no way to hide an erection under the flimsy garment! Today my friend seemed to be in a rather aroused state, that was clearly visible, he was definitely lacking the usual pressure and this time he let me win the competition, the sly rascal: he was needing a helping hand! Like in the Roman Empire circumcision wasn't practiced in Greece and a long foreskin was a sign of beauty, it was said - In that regard I wasn't the most beautiful boy, I was born with a rather short foreskin and my pink plum was always peeping cheekily from the fleshy folds! Markos' dickel instead was well adorned with a voluptuous hood and it was exciting to see it shrinking back to reveal the juicy fruit inside. And to say here, that I didn't like to touch my friend would make me a liar - he had pleased me so many times already that I felt obliged to return the favour to him in style!
In such a searing midday heat nobody was up here in the holy Akropolis and we had the whole sacred town for ourselves - we were playing our games behind the temple of the love-goddess Aphrodite in the shade of the roof. Markos' dickel was already hard and hot in my hand, and I had an easy task this time - Markos was groaning from pleasure, he arched his back and he spat his seed even further than he had pissed before! »Thank you, Tito: I really needed that!«, he said with a chuckle, »just thinking about your cute little bum makes me horny!« He was only teasing me like usual, but I liked his hands on my buttocks and didn't mind to let his tickle my ass - my curiosity was growing to find out about the pleasure or the pain of such an indecent adventure! But I was rather disturbed when my friend was kissing me: the intimate mingling of our wet tongues always made me horny and my dickel was stabbing him into the belly in his embrace - mutual masturbation was only a game, but kissing was a foreplay to anal sex, of that I was sure!
After that we went down to the river to spy at the young girls who were playing in the water, of course they weren't naked, but their wet dresses clung to their nubile bodies like a second skin and left not much to the imagination! I loved to watch the sprouting breasts and the hard nipples poking through the thin linen, I loved to see the wet cloth stick to the little buttocks and the mysterious camel toe between their legs - Samantha was my favourite of the noble daughters, she was the most graceful of the whole bunch, but she had made it clear to me, that she wasn't interested into premature boys like me: she had never ever even looked at me once! Markos had explained to me, that those noble bitches were all lesbians and only played with themselves - I couldn't imagine the weird games they would play together completely devoid of a penis, but I was certain, that the girls were liking to touch each other like we boys did! It was getting late and the sun was cooling down, all the noisy vixens were disappearing and suddenly we were alone - it was time to return home: we both were hungry and thirsty from the long hot day!
After dinner my father took me aside to talk to me, there was a sad light in his usually bright and sparkling eyes and I knew, that the news were bad - and when he told me, that I had been chosen I knew exactly, why he was sad! My grandfather had told me the story many times: the mean murder of Androgenos, the son of the Cretan king Minos, because he had won all the games on the mountain of Olympos with his superior strength. It had been Athens' king Aegeos himself who had stabbed the successful prince to death in sheer jealousy, and it hadn't come as a big surprise, that the mighty Minos had send a hundred ships of war to take out a bitter revenge on Athens. To escape his own demise and to keep the peace King Aegeos had to promise the yearly delivery of seven young boys and seven beautiful virgins to Knossos on the island of Crete, those poor children were then trained to dance naked for the sacred bulls before they were sacrificed to the godly monster of the Minotauros in his dark labyrinth in the mountains.
Nobody had ever returned from that deadly maze, and nobody had ever lived to describe the ugly monster, but it was said, that it was a huge man with the horned head of a big bull! Such horrible fairy tales were often told to scare the little children, I had grown up with them and I had learned to laugh about them, but this time I didn't feel like laughing: this time I was scared! And of course: Mother was crying and Granny was sobbing, they both were begging Father to talk to the King and to ask him for mercy, but we all knew, that this was a futile plea: the results of the draw were final! The ship for Crete was to leave the next morning from the harbour, there was not much time to brood or to suffer, and that was maybe better that way - all the sad people around me made me sick and I was suddenly longing to get away. I was rather looking forward to travel the seven seas on a big vessel, to discover new countries and to explore other cultures: curiosity lay in my blood, but I knew, that I was just trying to hide my fears, that I was scared!
