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SAID THE WARRIOR TO THE DEMIGOD

by Martine



"I said NO"

"But why Iolaus? - we both know how deeply we feel for one another - don't we?"

"Well I sure as Tartarus do but..it's just, well Hercules I'm worried - worried we'll both be disappointed."

Iolaus left the sentence hanging in the air. The demigod had spent the best part of an hour trying to persuade Iolaus into his bed. He ached for the mortal, wanted to join with him and have him surrender his body into Hercules' waiting arms, to kiss him and plunge himself deep into that golden form. He wouldn't hesitate but the hunter was squirming with embarrassment.

"Oh...I see... I'd never considered that. Sure..maybe you're right - you might be disappointed with me."

"N..no...no...don't take it the wrong way Herc. I mean...I don't mean you. It's just well I've not really had a chance to let this all sink in yet. I'm er...how can I put it. I'm kind of a virgin - you know...`that' way"

The handsome demigod stared down at his friend's beautiful face, the brows knitted in Iolaus' familiar look of worry. Gods the hunter looked magnificent when he was worried. It was the way his normally smooth face wrinkled around the blue eyes, and the way he bit the inside of his cheek in concentration. The full, sensual lips just begging to be
tasted. Hercules found it almost impossible to resist the urge to kiss the hunter there and then. He was conjuring up any number of fantasies about making his friend moan and gasp under him.

The hero sighed "Iolaus...there's nothing to worry about. It might hurt a little at first but believe me when that threshold has been reached and you feel me push past the point of no return - you won't want any other sensation. It's a wonderful way to show how much we care about
each other."

Iolaus lifted his sleepy head slightly off the grass to stare at his chestnut-haired friend sitting next to him under the spreading bower of the oak. He saw the love in his eyes and the raw passion beneath, barely held in check with the willpower of a god. In truth the hunter
would have liked nothing better than to give himself up into the arms of his would-be lover but he wanted to string this out a while...just a little while....he felt the twinge of a familiar stirring in his groin and prayed his body wouldn't betray him.

"Herc I just don't know if I can yet. For one thing it's quite a leap for me - after all my sexual prowess with women is celebrated in song - all bawdy of course! He giggled musically, each tiny sound sending shivers of delight rippling through Hercules' loins - The demigod felt himself growing hard at the thought and crossed his legs trying to conceal the evidence of his arousal. Ever eagle-eyed, Iolaus had noticed the bulge with increasing amusement.

"Hhmmn...interesting view!" Iolaus couldn't help it - he just had to tease Hercules about his hard-on. Even though he felt his own cock twitch in response. Hold on Iolaus....he thought...don't be weak and give in just yet....gently does it.

"Just think about it Herc - what would people say if they found out?" He paused, noticing the moony grin that had suddenly appeared on the demigod's face.

"Herc?"

"Oh..er..sorry...Iolaus - I guess I was just thinking about...er.. What did you say?"

"You are incorrigible - I think we shouldn't start something that could potentially ruin your reputation either."

"Iolaus - why should I care what people think ? This is my - our - private life. It's got nothing to do with anyone else. Besides which this is Greece - everyone is at it!

"Hercules I do not want to think of us as being "at it"! We're not a couple of humping rabbits you know!" (`Not yet we're not...' he thought slyly). The warrior paused, looking at the troubled Hercules, who was licking his lips, a vulpine grin spreading across his tanned face.

"You had better stop Iolaus..you are conjuring up some really hot images here!!."

"Well you just have a dirty mind Hercules."

The demigod turned away from the man lying by his side to stare off into the distance, trying to keep some reign over his spiralling passion. He stared at the horizon, the clear blue sky and the mountains beyond, the lush green vegetation and the small forge nestling nearby in the curve of the hillside. Iolaus' forge, where they had spent so much time together, toiling.

He was thinking back to earlier that day. Hercules had stopped by to bring Iolaus some bread and home-made wine, a gift from Alcmene. The large wooden door to the back of the building was wide open and he could hear a cheerful Iolaus singing at the top of his lungs, the sound of
steel on steel ringing out over the countryside. As Hercules got closer the hunter was visible in the gloom, sunshine angling to hit the golden curls, made darker with fresh sweat, as he pounded the living metal beneath his hands. As he sang, he beat the mallet rhythmically along
the line of the glowing sword, his muscles straining in effort, the glow of the embers casting an orange haze over the sculpted chest.

Although he knew he should call out a greeting, Hercules caught a glimpse of the curve of the smaller man's firm buttocks and strong thighs and he realised that Iolaus was clad in nothing but a simple chamois loincloth, the heat of the day making any other clothing unbearable. So far the demigod remained unnoticed and he decided to take his time about letting his friend know he was there.

Hercules' mouth went dry as the hunter turned to reach behind him with one hand for the water bucket and the skimpy loincloth rode up his bronzed legs to reveal the tip of his glorious shaft, the delicate foreskin beckoning him from under the animal skin. The demigod's blood
was pounding in his ears and the tightness in his groin was unbearable - oh to taste the perfection that was Iolaus! How he envied the simple garment that wound around the slim hips, hugging that ambrosial arse.

He continued to watch, mesmerised by his friend's beauty. The demigod stifled a groan as Iolaus placed the bucket beside him and picked up a brimming ladle. Then, throwing his head back, he doused himself with the cooling water, rivulets of liquid streaming down his sun-kissed hair, caressing his face as it curved its way down the geography of his body, mapping and sketching that luscious terrain. The warrior's tongue slid between strong white teeth to capture a solitary bead of moisture as he shook his curls, rapidly blinking away the mellifluous haze.

Hercules couldn't stand this any longer, his heart ready to burst. It was then that he made the decision to reveal the depth of his love for Iolaus. Knowing how much they cared about each other but scared in case of rejection. Even as boys they had never been shy about undressing in
front of one another and Hercules secretly relished every image of that masculine body before him, unable to show Iolaus how he truly felt. But this was too much....never had he desired anyone as much as he desired his best friend and mortal companion. It wasn't just Iolaus' undeniable physical grace and beauty that made him so desperate to possess the man, it was his strength and courage, humour and resolve and most of all his
passion for life.

Unaware of the voyeuristic attentions, Iolaus returned his concentration to his handiwork as he plunged the tip of the molten weapon into water, a cloud of steam hissing off the cooling metal. Brushing sweat from his eyes, he held the newly forged sword up to the sunlight, the glint of
light on metal bouncing off his glistening face. "Hmmn..not bad Iolaus...not bad at all..." He murmured.

Hercules shifted further out of sight as the bare-footed hunter came out of the forge, sword in hand, hips moving seductively under the cream leather, his whole body covered in a sheen of sweat. Droplets of water still traced a tempting path down his muscular back only to melt magically into the waistband of the loincloth.

With one hand Iolaus pushed a strand of long hair behind an ear as he made his way over to a large tree stump. Placing the sword on the ground he stooped over to position the wood comfortably, as he did so a thrill of delight coursed through Hercules' throbbing testicles as he locked onto the sight of Iolaus' round globes and the blonde, furred sac that nestled between them. He wanted to kiss the tempting fruit, to lay one finger gently against the crevice between the warrior's buttocks and stroke the softness there, feeling the contractions as his digit brushed against the entrance to his lover's body - scant moments before he would place another, more malleable, part of his anatomy inside.

Revelling in the feel of the sunshine on his partially naked body and believing himself to be alone, Iolaus closed his eyes and took a brief moment to rub what little water remained over his chest, and thighs, stopping carefully as his hands reached the groin, slipping under the streaked chamois to pull quickly at his penis. A shivering need suddenly overcame the warrior and he quickened his pace.

Unaware he was being watched by Hercules, Iolaus slid his legs further apart and tickled at his genitals, trapped by his own need. The long, smooth, neck stretched - caressed by the warm breeze as he grit his teeth against the building sensation running through his loins. The
demigod's own hand rubbed his hardened cock faster as he watched Iolaus pleasure himself. Knees bending slightly as he trembled, the warrior was fast approaching orgasm, his glorious erection jabbing at the ineffectual covering. Hercules heard the gasps and moans as the blonde's breathing and heart rate gradually increased, until finally, wonderfully, it was over.

Iolaus' cried out, his legs buckled and he fell on hands and knees, one hand still grasped firmly on his turgid cock as he pumped stream after stream of semen onto the hard-packed earth, wetting the underside of the chamois and bringing the most incredible smile to his lips. Hercules had nearly spurted at the same time, so powerful had the image been but luckily he stopped himself just in time. He couldn't imagine life now without some sort of sexual bond with the warrior, gods this man was
dangerous!!

After the quaking subsided Iolaus brought his hand out from underneath the soiled garment and gently licked the sticky fluid from his fist, nibbling at his own fingers dripping with his juices. Satiated he rose to his feet and absent-mindedly kicked loose soil and debris over the
guilty pool.

Calmer now he sat down to burnish the sword, expertly rubbing the block over the metal, his grinning face locked in concentration and the rhythm of his work unconsciously matching the milking of his shaft scant moments before.

From his hiding place the demigod looked at the compact muscular body shining in the sunshine, the loincloth dipping between the hunter's legs as he sat with his legs braced apart, balancing the weapon on his knees.


Hercules could see the damp patch clearly on the front of the skin and he groaned aloud then sighed deeply. All he would need to do would be to double-back behind the forge and stealthily creep up to take his friend from behind. He grinned inanely - unsure if he could control the passion threatening to overwhelm him - he craved release, oh gods did he crave release! But alas, Hercules cared too much about this man to take advantage of him in that way. Not that the son of Zeus wasn't severely tempted! He was getting harder by the minute......

..................his mind came spinning back to the present...........

"So you're basically saying that you don't want me to make love to you ... that you are worried about my reputation, that you prefer to have sex with women and you feel you may be disappointed in me?"

"Er...!"

"Well come on Iolaus...is that it or isn't it?"

The blonde ran a hand through his hair and crooked one arm behind his head, thinking. "Why do you have to make things so complicated Herc? Couldn't a simple `no' suffice? Now you've got me reviewing everything I've said."

"Well you're the one who said them Iolaus. I just want to know if it's the truth or if there's some other reason you don't want us to be together?" He could tell - his hunter was weakening....

"Yeah well..there's Deianaira and the kids for a start and Ania...what would they think?"

Hercules laughed.. Iolaus really was worried if he was thinking about their late wives.

"Oh my friend, Deianaira knows precisely how I feel about you, she always has. You don't think I could keep something like that from my perceptive wife do you? Besides which, now they walk in the Elysian Fields, she wants for me to be happy here, Ania is the same..Deianaira told me. Actually I suspect they'd both rather we took each other as lovers than other women!"

"Sh...she....knows!!!? I...I mean....they BOTH know!"

"Yes, Iolaus...it was after that day in the forge when she came across us fighting - you were teaching me those Eastern techniques remember? Well I guess she took one look at the raw look of lust on my face when I held you over that barrel and ....well...she just put two and two
together. It was blindingly obvious!'

Iolaus' mouth had dropped wide open. "I...but...I ...er.....I never knew!! I mean...sure I felt something that day...something different in our relationship but I guess I thought it was just me!! Actually Herc..seeing as this is a time for confessions..I didn't tell you this
but if Deianaira hadn't interrupted us I might just have...er.!!' Iolaus coughed, faintly embarrassed by the near admission, swiftly changing the subject he added `Herc she, I mean er..Ania... she does know that we never...you know...did it...?"

"My poor friend....yes, they know that, but that doesn't stop me from wanting you...and I do Iolaus! I want..to slowly strip the clothes from your beautiful body and kiss you until you tense with desire then I want to bring you to completion, stroking you , suckling and teasing you
until you cry out and show me the proof of our impending joining. Then I'll coat myself with your sweet essence and enter you, slowly..oh, so slowly..and our bodies will rock and thrust to orgasmic completion, and we'll lie here exhausted, until we start all over again ... Iolaus ... please...I have to have you now." His voice was throaty
with desire.

Hercules eyes drifted slowly down the length of Iolaus' body as he lay on his back in the soft grass. The sweat had dried and his skin was smooth and creamy. The loincloth hung from his slim waist and rose meaningfully at his groin, the shape of his full genitals draped in the soft material, Iolaus was really weakening...the proof was nestling temptingly close to Hercules' hand! He followed the line down the thick, strong legs to rest on the delicate ankles and small feet. Hercules groaned ....he wanted to take each tiny toe into his mouth and suckle them, gradually tracing his tongue up the golden body, tasting the dried sweat and scent of Iolaus as he drove the hunter wild with desire...then the prize...he would reach under the smooth material and cup the hunter's penis, just as Iolaus had done that afternoon, and he
would stroke it until Iolaus bucked and gushed into his hand. He would grasp the deliciously rounded buttocks and push his fingers into the hot ass even as his mouth rose to cover Iolaus'.............

Iolaus could feel the heat of Hercules' glare and something finally gave way..his resolve began to shatter as he too pictured making love to the demigod, here, in the open with the cool breeze playing over their skin, the scent of masculine sweat combined with the perfume of the wild flowers as they were crushed beneath them.

Maybe it wouldn't be so difficult. He was already considering the options. The blonde wanted Hercules but was frightened their relationship would change if he gave in. What if the demigod didn't want him after he had taken his fill? What if he resented Hercules for doing that to him? Most of all how would they be able to keep away from
each other, once the divine present was opened? Iolaus didn't think he would be able to stop once he started. He desired this man too much...he groaned...unable to stand the pain in his groin.

"Oh boy Herc!!" That's it....with a sigh..he crumbled....

"Wait here...." Iolaus instructed hoarsely. The bemused demigod watched as his friend nimbly shifted to his feet and ran inside the forge. The sight of his delicious body, as he moved gracefully into the building, sent another shiver of delight through Hercules...maybe ...just maybe...

Minutes later the hunter emerged from the gloomy forge and the demigod's stomach knotted, he suddenly felt queasy, unsure if he could pull this off. Iolaus was carrying a couple of pillows, a rough blanket, some ale, mugs and a small bottle...he had even taken time to run a bone
comb through his tousled hair.

Hercules rose to greet him. "Here Herc take this and spread it on the ground. I guess we may as well be comfortable?!" He laughed, the sound was like gentle music to the demigod as he took the blanket and did as
he was told, noticing with amusement that the blanket covered the exact spot where Iolaus had spilled his seed earlier that day. The omens were certainly right. He could tell the hunter was nervous and he was determined to go slowly, not to scare him. After all the first time could be quite frightening.

"I...I've only got Almond oil....do you think that will do?"

"Perfect my friend." The demigod could almost smell the fragrance on the hunter's body and his cock jumped in response. Why was it that everything seemed to take so long when you're in a hurry....the seconds that it took for them to settle were like hours stretching into days.
He was hot and more than ready by the time Iolaus sat on the blankets, cross-legged, his blue-grey eyes locking onto Hercules' trustingly.

"Love me Hercules...I can't bear this any longer...make us one.."

The son of Zeus needed no more words, he gently eased himself out of his vest and divested himself of his leather trousers, he bent his fingers to the waistband of his breechcloth and found smaller hands had got there first. Iolaus was kneeling before him and gradually pulling the clout aside gently eased it over the demigod's firm hips, slowly uncovering his soft skin and straining erection. He moaned in surprise and delight when the cool fingers caressed his aching penis. "I think I've always wanted to touch you Hercules." He murmured. The breechcloth found its way onto a small blackberry bush as the last vestiges of clothing were removed from the hero.

The demigod couldn't breathe as the blonde's head lent forward to taste the flesh beneath his fingers. His tongue drifting leisurely across the velvet terrain, mapping out the undulations and curves, tickling even as Hercules' cock filled and strained. He kissed and caressed the thick dark hair, nuzzling into it, gathering the scent of his lover - wanting to remember everything if this were to be their first and last union. Iolaus teased his pink tongue across the weeping helmet and eased his mouth around the demigod's cock, suckling and blowing into the slit until, unable to bear the tightness Hercules pulled Iolaus' head to him roughly and with a cry erupted like a volcano into his waiting mouth.

"Oh..Iolaus...!"

His own knees nearly gave way as Iolaus swallowed the milky fluid, the sounds of him gulping down that precious liquid were incredibly arousing. The hunter wanted to taste every bit, to drink the last drop of the divine semen, he sucked the very last salty efflorescence from
Hercules' tip, licking his lips and running his hand across the back of his mouth...every last drop....

It was the most incredible sensation the demigod had ever experienced. Iolaus was a natural and Hercules found it hard to believe that he had never experienced sex with a man before....just a quick learner - Iolaus was always a quick learner. He was so caring and considerate a partner, he knew women all over Greece lusted after the small hunter and recalled the myriad of female voices over the years that had cried out with overwhelming joy as the warrior pounded into them, bringing them to the brink of extinction and carrying them over into the realm of
Olympus...Iolaus was a perfect lover. It was difficult for the demigod to listen to his friend making love...not because he was embarrassed, but because he invariably had to crawl off somewhere to bring himself off in order to release the tension in his body...yes...he was jealous.

Now it was his turn and he planned to make Iolaus scream his name.

Still shaking from his incredible orgasm the demigod knelt down to meet the waiting lips of his lover and friend. He could taste himself in the hunter's warm mouth, his tongue capturing the last vestiges of his essence, drawing it back within himself. He ran his hands through the
soft hair and stroked the simple jawline of the human he loved most in the world. Gazing into the sun-dappled eyes the demigod formed the words.."I love you Iolaus."

Then he swept the taut bundle of muscles into his arms and brought Iolaus down to lie on the blanket, pinning him beneath his not inconsiderable weight, his lover's golden hair flowing out behind him on the ground as the warrior looked lovingly up at the handsome half-god, his eyes closing slowly, unable to bear the look of raw passion in Hercules' face...passion and undemanding love.

Iolaus knew in his heart that he was doing the right thing by giving himself in this way. Right now nothing else mattered but their union. The world had stopped and everyone else had got off...everyone but the demigod and the warrior, entwined in each other's arms, for an eternity.

Slowly Iolaus opened his eyes and reached up to run a hand across the hard chest, the tips of his fingers rubbing gently at Hercules' nipples as he moaned and sighed. He began to trace a path down the firm abdomen to grasp at the evidence of the demigod's arousal - suddenly a hand
stopped his progress and brought his arm back up over his head to join his other one, now pinned helplessly above him. Hercules bent and planted soft kisses on the nape of the hunter's neck whilst Iolaus whimpered in delight.

Hercules was aware that he hadn't touched his lover yet, right now he wanted to explore every orifice, crevice and line, every curve and undulation. Gently he released the blonde's arms but Iolaus showed no sign of wanting to move them as the demigod began to lick his way down the hunter's body. His wet tongue leaving a trail of deliciously ticklish sensation before coming to rest at his navel, sinking deeply into that tiny hole he began pushing his tongue deeper into Iolaus as the blonde's hips began to rise off the ground. Slowly, deliberately,
Hercules' right hand found its way up underneath the loincloth to grasp Iolaus' cock, sending shivers down his spine and causing the hunter to cry out. He worked round to the underside and stroked his scrotum, teasing at the warm nest of hair and driving his lover wild with need.
He pulled lovingly at the other's penis wrapping sensitive digits around it and pulling, gently, gently - building his movements up to a crescendo as he milked the turgid shaft until Iolaus stiffened and cried out Hercules' name, pouring his seed over the demigod's fist and staining the front of the loincloth once more, the co-mingling of fresh with dry, old love with new lover.

"This has got to go!" Hercules remarked, laughing, as he stroked the hunter some more, never letting go of the blonde's cock. Remarkably Iolaus was still partially hard. It was a simple matter to release the leather buckle as Iolaus lifted his hips slightly to allow Hercules to
strip him. When he looked down and saw what Hercules was doing to him he cried out again and wiggled his ass. He needed to feel his lover in him. Half desperate, half scared...

"Hercules...the oil..." He moaned urgently as he spread his legs slightly. Hercules reached across the limp body of the blonde to grab the bottle of lubrication only to have Iolaus draw him into a long and passionate kiss. This man was seriously dangerous...if being seductive was a crime Iolaus would be behind bars by now. Extricating himself from the clench he bent back to his task. He uncorked the bottle and spread some of the pungent smelling oil onto the palm of one hand before
replacing the bottle at his back. He warmed the Almond mixture slightly before coating his thick penis with the liquid. Iolaus was watching him constantly, his breath coming in strained gasps....

"Hurry Herc..please....!" The blonde's face was flushed with need.

"Iolaus...move your legs apart more...yes..like that..!" He watched the delicious sight at the strong muscular thighs pulled apart....for him...just for him...

Taking one finger coated with oil he pushed gently into the hunter's tight anus...eliciting a gasp of pain from the warrior whose eyes had closed in anticipation. But as the demigod moved around inside Iolaus began to relax his muscles slightly..another finger followed and he
pushed further up inside the rectum bent on finding the special point of passion. He knew he had found it when the hunter screamed and squirmed beneath him... "Gods Hercules....what is that uhhh?" He managed to breathe out...when the jerking stopped.

"I told you Iolaus...once past the threshold the sensation is incredible..."

"D...don't...don't stop....!"

Hercules laughed and reluctantly pulled out of the disappointed hunter, patting his backside affectionately. "Now this....is much better Iolaus....hold still.." He found one of the cushions and lifted Iolaus' buttocks to place it underneath, raising his arse slightly off the
ground. Then he positioned himself between the blonde's spread-eagled legs and pointed his cock at the tiny entrance. "I'll try not to hurt you my love but you may feel some pain at first. Just tell me if you can't bear it." He secretly hoped that the warrior would stand the
pain, he wasn't sure if he would be able to pull out once he had Iolaus where he wanted him.

With a grunt he forced himself into the upraised body gently easing past the ring of muscles until sweat broke out on the hunter's face. He was gritting his teeth in pain and the demigod could see that the effort cost him. Hercules partially pulled out of the warrior's anus then
tried again, this time forcing two thirds of his huge length into Iolaus. Gradually a smile replaced the grimace and Hercules pushed faster and faster, thrusting into his golden hunter whose knees were drawn up to accommodate Hercules enormous bulk. The demigod couldn't help it...he began grunting slightly at the effort of bringing his lover to completion with him....Grasping Iolaus' penis he pulled on his foreskin rhythmically then began pumping in time with his thrusts. Iolaus was gone....lust taking him beyond normal wakefulness. The sensations were incredible, just as Hercules had promised and he now wondered why he had been so worried. All the years they had missed - he
was a fool.

Iolaus was pulling at the edge of the blanket, hands digging into the hard earth, as he fought the sensations in his body. "Oh Gods Hercules....I think I 'm going to.....oh..yes.....yes...YES!!!" The blonde bucked and strained under the demigod's accomplished hand as he
came, shouting out and spurting his seed over both their chests. Hercules was pounding into him, desperate now for the final release as Iolaus shuddered and rose beneath him. His hand mechanically pulled on Iolaus' cock needing to feel the other's flesh beneath his fingers...he
rode the small body hotly.....suddenly aware of the incredible feeling rising from his balls as he finally cried out and emptied himself into his lover's ass. "Iolaus....ah....AAHH!!". He collapsed forward still
locked in the other's body.

Iolaus reached up to stroke the silky hair of his accomplished lover and kissed the top of his head slightly pulling Hercules' lips towards him for a more passionate lock.

"Thank you...Iolaus..."

The hunter put his head on one side slightly. "Herc...why are you thanking me? I'm the one who should be thanking you...if you hadn't persuaded me I think there would have always been a part of me missing...and for that I will be forever grateful. Besides which you are an amazingly athletic lover!" He was grinning madly as he felt the
other's cock stirring within him once again. "Hey give me a chance to recover here!" The demigod's member moved again and Iolaus yelped then giggled. "What exactly do you half-gods eat for breakfast anyway? OUCH ... Hercules ....what AAHH...." Hercules raised himself over the
blonde's body and moved within him, then began thrusting hotly again - this time it took mere seconds before they exploded simultaneously...if possible even more aroused than before. They had plenty of time to explore....but for now the mortal was exhausted!

It was sometime later when a sleepy Iolaus uncurled his small form from underneath Hercules to reach out for the ale and mugs. The demigod stirred and brought an arm round to encircle the other's, naked waist. He rubbed a hand over his tired face "What are you doing Iolaus?"

"Just getting some ale...I figure we could do with it...Well I can...I need my energy if I'm gonna keep up with you partner! Besides which you may be a God but your semen is incredibly salty!!" The last was said teasingly as he licked the remainder of the dried stuff from the corner of his lips.

"Why you little....!" Hercules said, in mock rage.

"Hey Herc....you NEVER said I was little a while back!" He grinned as the demigod's hands reached for him again.

Iolaus wriggled out of reach and slipped himself around behind tree in an attempt to elude the demigod. Hercules followed, trying to catch the mortal. "When I get you Iolaus...you'll regret it!"

"OOh...I'm sooo scared! Come on buddy....catch me if you can..." The blonde warrior was certainly quicker than the lumbering demigod whose size sometimes proved to be a disadvantage. Under normal circumstances Iolaus could have outrun the son of Zeus...but these weren't normal circumstances and besides which he had something else in mind! Feigning a slip he allowed himself to be captured.

Herc grabbed Iolaus by the arm and pinned his naked back to the tree. The golden hunter was laughing as Hercules found a ticklish spot by his ribs. "Now let's see who's sorry...shall we? I wonder if you're still slick..." He turned the hunter swiftly so his stomach was pressed
against the oak tree, his chest and genitals scraping against the rough bark. Iolaus put his arms around the trunk revelling in this erotic new position. With one foot Hercules pushed Iolaus' legs further apart and ran a finger along the crack of his arse.....silently pleased when he felt the sticky fluid cling to his fingers.....

"Salty am I? Well let's see if I can drown you in my sea....mmph.." He pushed into Iolaus as the hunter bent his knees slightly to make the entrance easier for the demigod as the large man covered the smaller pressing him with every thrust into the cool wood. Iolaus' cock stirred and ground against the oak sending wild sensations thrumming through his groin as his master plunged into him.

"Say ......sorry....Iolaus...ah" Faster and harder he worked at the man beneath his flesh...wrapping his arms about the warrior feeling the bark beneath them. Iolaus' face and knees were pushed into the tree as the leaves shook above them with the lover's tremors.

"Oh gods....Okay Hercules...please...ah....yes...ah. ah...ah...I'm ...ah... sorry...okay......AAAGGH!" Once again they rocketed to completion together their bodies throbbing in perfect time. Hercules' fluid trickled down the back of Iolaus' already filled anus to drip onto the strong, sun-kissed legs of the hunter. The tree splattered with the evidence of their joining. Hercules bent to kiss the exhausted man's buttocks and lick at the swollen entrance, lovingly taking back his cum as his tongue explored. "Oh...you're right Iolaus....I apologise.....it IS salty!!!" He laughed and straightened up as the trembling hunter turned slowly to kiss the perfect lips.

"Next time...when I say NO....just kiss me okay!" said the warrior to the demigod.

FINIS


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