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WHO MOURNS THE PASSING OF A PIGEON?
by Martine
"I wonder if anyone's sad when a pigeon dies?"
"What?"
"You know, one of those little grey guys, the rock doves.. I just
wondered if anyone misses them when they're gone."
"Iolaus, what on earth are you talking about? You're drifting again
aren't you? Last week you wanted to know where baby Centaurs come from
and now it's birds?"
"Yeah, well, I have an inquisitive mind. No, listen Herc, I'm serious.
You know we pretty much take the birds and things for granted and I'm
kinda curious."
"You certainly have an insatiable curiousity my friend. Let's see,
okay...a pigeon right?"
"Yup...little guys, bout so big with big eyes. They coo a lot."
Hercules looked at Iolaus a very strange expression creeping over his
face, a mixture of wry humour and sympathy. "They..er.. `coo' a lot?"
"Yuh, you know; like this - Coo Coo Coo. I'm surprised you haven't
heard it!"
Iolaus' impression of a bird was uncanny, he was natural mimic and the
demigod started to laugh.
"Hey! What's so funny? It was a serious question Hercules." He
had
to admit he had sounded a little daft cooing to the son of Zeus here, on
the open road to Thrace, other travellers within earshot of the unlikely
pair.
Hercules wiped a stray tear from the corner of his eye. "Sorry Iolaus,
I know it was a serious enquiry, it's just that you sounded like
Salmoneus!"
"Oh I DID, did I? Well thanks Herc, is that all you can do - poke fun
at me? This is just the kind of thing I mean. You know, one day I'm
not going to be here to have these conversations with you and then you
may just regret teasing me." The hunter wasn't really upset, he just
liked to make his friend feel guilty.
"No truly, I am sorry but please don't bring up that subject again
- I
don't want to think about the future, particularly without you at my
side. Why do you think I got Hades to release you the last time? It
certainly wasn't because I hate your enquiring mind my friend."
As he walked, Iolaus leaned closer in to the demigod and whispered
quietly "Nah, I guess it's because no one else fucks quite like me
huh?
Where else are you going to find someone with such a gorgeous arse to
plunder?" Hercules shivered as the smaller man ran a very quick finger
down the demigod's groin as if to punctuate the last statement.
Hercules attempted to retain his composure as a young couple who had
been well within earshot, walked past the two men throwing a knowing
smile and a courteous greeting in their direction as they went.
After checking they had moved on, the demigod turned to Iolaus "Not
in
public my love, please!! "
Iolaus chuckled "I thought you liked it when I talk dirty, besides
which
no one can hear what we're saying." He went to repeat his earlier
action but his hand was grabbed swiftly as it moved towards Hercules'
trousers.
"Words are one thing Iolaus..that is another entirely. Now please will
you restrain yourself, at least until we get to an inn!"
The blonde warrior feigned disappointment. "You wound me Herc. I start
off with a simple question and you end up telling me we can't have sex
until we get to Thrace!!" Iolaus had raised his voice an octave, just
enough for anyone around them to catch the last few words.
Hercules spun his head around quickly just to see if anyone had reacted
to the small outburst. "Ssshhh! Gods Iolaus, sometimes I swear I
could...could..."
"Spit it out buddy...could what? Be careful what you say 'cos I just
might take you up on it later." The hunter grinned, hungrily eyeing
the
demigod's crotch for any sign of life. `Ah well' he thought `plenty of
time for a reaction and this is fun!'
"Aaaggghh!! I just can't win with you can I?"
"Nope. Give it up Herc, no point in even trying. You should know by
now that my rapier sharp wit will get one over on you every time! Your
talents lie elsewhere...big guy." He made sure that the demigod was
staring at him before he deliberately poked his delicate tongue out to
lick his lips lasciviously.
That got a reaction. Hercules growled way back in his throat as his
eyes locked onto the hunter's gleaming white teeth, the shiny pink
tongue wet with saliva, dancing to its own rhythm over the full lips,
leaving a moist coating that just begged to be kissed. Just when he
thought his control would give out Iolaus spoke.
"Anyway, you haven't answered my original question. Do you reckon
anyone cares about the pigeons of this world?"
"Oh Iolaus..how do you do that?"
"Do WHAT?"
"How do you make your mind jump so completely and easily from one
subject to another?"
"That? Oh that's nothing. Call it an old hunter's trick Herc. Like
now for instance..see I'm talking to you about something, something very
serious, you know...birds an' stuff and then there's another part of my
mind that's formulating the next question and thinking about supper too,
oh yeah and I was kinda thinking about that gorgeous little brunette
back in Corinth that had the most amazing pair of, er...you know...and
then there's the dirty little (well not SO little actually!) part of me
that's picturing us, somewhere over there" he pointed off into the
distance "making love in the open, both our sweat-covered bodies
entwined passionately...me with my mouth on your cock and you writhing
in the throes of an enormous orgasm as I suck you dry. After you've
fucked me of course! See..quite easy really!"
Iolaus threw both hands up and shrugged seemingly unaware of the effect
of what he'd just said on his lover.
Hercules mouth dropped open, amazingly, for once, he'd managed to
follow what Iolaus had been saying until he heard the bit about them
making love, then it was a case of `Herc to groin, come in groin...are
you receiving me?' He groaned again and stopped in his tracks, one hand
covering his mouth.
The hunter stood beside his friend, looking up into the handsome face
"Hey buddy, are you okay? You don't sound so good. Maybe you're coming
down with something?"
Another groan.
Iolaus waved a hand back and forth in front of the demigod's eyes,
concern written on his face. "Herc.. can you hear me? You wanna sit
down or something, you look a little flushed." The hunter grabbed the
unresponsive Hercules by the arm and manoeuvred him over to sit on a
tree stump by the side of the road and knelt down in front of his
friend. Hercules' hand still covered his mouth and his breathing was
shallow and ragged.
Iolaus snapped his fingers a couple of times, hoping for a reaction.
Nothing. He took the waterskin out of his pack and offered it to the
demigod. "Here, you look as though you could do with this!" he
laughed, knowing precisely what was wrong with Hercules.
Feeble hands reached out to take the proferred water without looking at
it. The hunter guided the demigod's fingers to grasp the neck of the
waterskin and helped him raise it to his trembling lips. Hercules was
staring blankly past his lover, fixed on some unknown point in the
distance as he sipped the warm liquid. His gaze was so intent on the
horizon that Iolaus couldn't resist the temptation to peer behind him at
the supposed object of the demigod's fascination.
When he did it was Iolaus' turn to have a shock and the golden warrior
did a double-take, blinking rapidly to make sure he wasn't
hallucinating. Not far off the road and barely visible to the casual
eye was the young couple that passed them a while back. They had
obviously doubled-back into the woods after greeting their fellow
travellers. The girl, a pretty blonde with slightly chubby features,
was standing against a tree with her back pressed into it, skirt riding
up around her waist as her lover fucked her, hands braced above her
shoulders.
Iolaus coughed `so that was why his words had hit home' he thought `he's
picturing doing that to me!'
"Oh Herculeees...! Herc..wake up buddy." The hunter forced Hercules
to
turn away from the spectacle and meet his gaze. "How about paying some
attention to your partner here? What those two are doing isn't THAT
interesting is it?"
"Huh?" The demigod finally found his voice again, just.
"Oh boy, and I thought you were the strong man on this team! I simply
said that what the guy and the girl are up to over there isn't really
that exciting, I mean..I've seen more interesting positions in the
Olympic games you organise! Unless of course you were putting us in
that picture instead of them."
Hercules' mind was still stuck in a loop - `you writhing in the throes
of an enormous orgasm as I suck you dry...' * couple fucking * `you
writhing in the throes of an enormous orgasm as I suck you dry...' *
couple fucking `you writhing in the throes of an enormous orgasm as I
suck you dry' over and over again.
"Huh?" he repeated, the pressure in his groin almost unbearable
now.
"For Zeus' sake Herc, snap out of it! Either that or I'll have to do
you here on the roadside!"
"WHAT?"
`That worked' Iolaus thought.
"Well it looks to me my friend, as though you are in need of some
serious attention." He pointed to the budding erection that was
becoming very evident in the other man's trousers and laughed.
Hercules looked down at himself and came round. "Oh sorry Iolaus, I
don't know what came over me!"
The hunter laughed even louder "Well it certainly wasn't ME. Not YET
anyway! I'm reserving that for later!"
The demigod found he no longer cared if they were being watched and
leaned forward to kiss the smaller man's lips only to find Iolaus pull
back this time.
Iolaus put up his hands defensively in front of him "Wa...wait a minute
here. Just a few moments ago you were telling me to stop all public
displays of affection and now you're asking me to KISS you...in PUBLIC?"
"Okay..I know you're right, it's just that, well - nature calls. I
can't help myself. Over the last months you've turned me into a
sex-craved lunatic. Do you have any idea how difficult it is for me to
keep my hands off you? I'll bet you don't."
Iolaus DID.
"You constantly tease me and tempt me into making love to you and then
you do this kind of thing."
Iolaus looked hurt "What? What kind of thing? I didn't think I'd done
anything.
As I recall I was talking about pigeons, you laughed at my bird
impersonation, then you insulted me (well you said I was like Sal,
anyway!) and we got to talking about my death and THEN, then...you start
with this `peeping Tomisus' gig, watching those kids together - and to
top it all off - THIS! A public display of affection!!
Sometimes Hercules, I wonder if you've inherited too many of your
father's traits."
Once again the demigod was speechless. Iolaus had managed, in a few
seconds, to completely twist things round, firmly planting the blame on
Hercules' broad shoulders. Gods he adored this man. Iolaus was one in
a million no, he corrected, one in millions! That's why he loved him so
much. And that was also precisely why he was going to love him now, he
was going to pick the hunter up and deposit him deep in the woods. Then
he would strip him and have his wicked way!
The demigod rose carefully to his feet bringing the hunter, his hunter,
with him. Ignoring the blonde's protest he swept him up in his firm
arms. A man on the other side of the road narrowed his eyes as he
witnessed the event and Iolaus beamed brightly at the man and pointed to
his ankle before grimacing in feigned pain. The man seemed relieved by
the mime and, smiling in sympathy, moved swiftly on his way.
After he'd gone Iolaus punched Hercules in the shoulder.
"Hey! What was that for? Don't tell me this isn't what you wanted all
along!"
"Maybe."
"Oh I see...maybe huh. Do you mean `maybe' as in ` writhing in the
throes of an enormous orgasm as I suck you dry'? THAT kind of `maybe'"
"Drat Herc, you always seem to know me better than I know myself."
Hercules looked down into the face of his beloved mortal and smiled.
"Lovers are like that Iolaus, they know EVERYTHING about each other.
Now I'm going to practice." He grinned ferally and disappeared with
his
prize into the undergrowth.
They'd gone a quite a way into the trees when the demigod found a small
clearing, the ground covered in moss and lichens. He laid the relaxed
warrior on the forest floor and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"Hmmn...this is nice. We have to do this more often Herc! I love the
outdoor life!"
"I can't believe I've just carried you all the way here without one
word of complaint from you my friend."
"Seemed a bit pointless, seeing as I was tired of walking anyway."
"How come I've just got the feeling I've been `had'?"
"Nope. You haven't been had yet but you soon will be!"
Hercules beamed brightly as he began to peel away the hunter's clothing,
heart rejoicing at every inch of flesh he uncovered. Instinctively the
warrior lifted his hips to help the demigod remove his trousers freeing
his rapidly filling cock.
The earth was damp under the trees and smelled heavily of decaying
leaves. Detritis littered the ground.
"Ouch, what was that!" Iolaus sat up quickly and removed a twig
that had found it's way in the crack between his buttocks "Do you get
the feeling that this is going to be uncomfortable?" He uttered with
a groan.
"That's more like it."
"Like what?"
"Like the normal Iolaus...complaining. I missed it."
"Gee thanks buddy. Well if your arse had got impaled on a branch I
think you might have done some very loud complaining of your own!"
"With that tiny twig, nah. I can take much larger things than that
in
my arse without moaning!"
Iolaus burst out laughing. "I beg to differ Herc. The last time we
made love you moaned loudly enough for the whole village to hear as I
recall!"
The son of Zeus blushed, a becoming shade of red. "Wasn't my fault
-
you're the one who said `give it all you've got'. I was simply
obliging."
The hunter remembered just how obliging he'd been that night and
grinned. "Actually, I'd quite like a repeat performance, I don't think
I've come so hard in ages!"
Hercules was eyeing the incredible erection that stood out from Iolaus'
groin. "Well thank you Iolaus, I'll take that as a compliment. I can
see that thinking about it has done you a power of good!"
Iolaus moaned. "Small bloody wonder Hercules. You've been leading up
to this all day and now you stand around, eyeing me up and doing nothing
about it! Can we get on with this, some of us are dying down here."
Swiftly disrobing, Hercules knelt beside his lover and began stroking
the upright shaft. Iolaus uncrossed his strong legs and spread them
giving the demigod easier access.
"That's right...more...like that..please...oh Herc!!"
Hercules briefly raised his head from between Iolaus' legs and looked at
the hunter, piercingly.
"Iolaus, do you love me?" He sounded serious.
"Yeah, you know I do!" `Now please get on with it!' he thought.
"Why don't you tell me more often?"
The blonde beneath him laughed. "Hercules, guys don't just go round
saying that all the time to one another, it's more a girl kind of
thing."
"Oh.."
Hercules bent his head down, disappointed. He absent-mindedly played
with Iolaus' shaft inadvertently sending shivers down the other man's
spine. But even in his pleasure the hunter knew he had upset his lover.
"Hey buddy, I didn't mean it to sound like that. You must know how
deeply I love you? I'd die for you, you know!"
"I know, it's just...oh I don't know Iolaus, I sort of thought that
we'd be more open about this by now."
"Hercules, you don't get more open than the woods!"
Both men laughed and broke the seriousness of the moment. In his heart
the demigod knew Iolaus was his life and vice versa, he didn't really
need to hear the words. It was clear in the other man's face, he heard
it in his voice and read it in his actions. They were bound together,
forever.
Turning his attention back to his favourite pastime, the chestnut-haired
half-god gently pushed Iolaus back to lie full length on a bed of
leaves. He covered the compact body with his own, feeling the warmth of
the man beneath him, relishing the feel of muscle on muscle then, with a
tenderness that belied his strength, he kissed Iolaus, forcing his
tongue between the strong teeth, tangling momentarily with it's own
occupant. Mouth on mouth; possessor and possessed.
He briefly drew away from the passionate embrace, smiling. "Iolaus,
if
you want me to make love to you you're going to have to do something
about that." He pointed and flicked playfully at Iolaus' erection.
"It's poking into me!".
"There's only one thing you can do Herc." The hunter said, staring
down
at himself.
"Yes, I know Iolaus and it will be my pleasure! Actually I've seen
something and I have an idea. Are you game?"
Normally Iolaus was `game' for most things so he didn't hesitate to
agree this time. "Sure, if it speeds up the process. This stop-start
thing is really getting to me."
"Okay, do you mind getting up a minute." With a groan a naked,
and now
cold, Iolaus raised himself to his feet, awaiting his next instruction.
Hercules merely pointed to a tree about fifty paces away which stood in
a pool of sunlight, the trunk rose about half way up before splitting in
the middle to form a bower.
The hunter knew exactly what Hercules had in mind and he almost raced to
the tree, then, pressing his back into the bark he leaned back between
the split, arms looped around each of the twin trunks, legs spread,
erect penis at a right-angle to the forest floor. The warmth of the sun
gradually heated his body and he basked in it's glory until each nerve
was alive and waiting to be pleasured.
Hercules walked over to the tree more slowly, the golden warrior looked
divine, like a sculpture, tawny flesh contrasting with the pitted bark
of the Olive, his manhood glistening in the afternoon sunlight,
quivering for attention. Gods he was divine.
Now to satiate his lust.
The blonde closed his eyes as Hercules approached and he felt the
exquisite sensation of hands travelling the length of his body. The
demigod knelt before the statue that was his lover and placed a hand on
each thigh then, with a moan of satifaction, took Iolaus completely into
his mouth and suckled him, soaking up moisture and sweat. Licking the
underside of his cock as well as teasing lightly at the tense sac
behind.
Iolaus raised his buttocks from the wood to thrust into the warm
sanctuary. He seriously doubted if the gods themselves fucked like this
man. Certainly no woman had ever been able to give his this much
pleasure. Niobe, for instance, was too royal and, although their
lovemaking was joyous, he would never have asked her to suck him, even
though he had her. That seemed different somehow.
Temporarily distracted, the hunter felt the tension begin in his balls
and thrust faster as Hercules steadied him with one hand, unwilling to
lose contact in the struggle.
"Oh, oh...by the gods Herc I think I'm going to.....ah...aahhh."
It was
over, a continuous stream of purest white forcing its way into his
lover's eager orifice, overflowing onto the strong jawline and dripping
from chin to chest. The demigod lapped up the last drops and stood,
forcing his way between the outstretched legs to claim Iolaus' mouth as
he remained pressed against the tree.
The hunter would never get used to the way his own semen tasted on
Hercules tongue, taking some of it back inside him helped to seal the
pact between them. All he needed now was to be branded with the
demigod's cock and the contract would be complete.
After a few moments they separated, Hercules staring down at the sticky,
slightly flaccid, but beautiful, penis pressed against his abdomen. "It
worked then." He said languidly to his love.
"Ohhhhh yesss...it worked wonderfully well. Herc, I don't want you
to
say another word, just fuck me okay?" he pleaded. The demigod's own
cock started to rise in response and pushed between Iolaus' legs to
scrape his testicles.
"Discerning little thing of yours Herc, isn't it?" The cock jumped
again. Hercules rolled a couple of fingers in his mouth, moistening
them in preparation.
"Actually...make that big thing!" Iolaus reached down to take
the
engorged member but felt his hand brushed aside as Hercules' own reached
around to cup his backside. The demigod pushed past the clenched
muscles to force a wet finger into his arse, stretching and preparing.
It took some moments before Iolaus relaxed enough to allow free access
to the other digits without pain. They were ready.
Arms still wound around the tree limbs for support, the athletic warrior
raised both legs simultaneously to clasp around his lover's waist in a
death grip as Hercules took his dry cock and pressed it against the tiny
entrance. Iolaus took the initiative and impaled himself up to the
hilt...no longer able to wait for something like lubricant. Pleasurable
but also very painful!
"Sorry Iolaus...this may...ahhh!"
"Aaggh... Did you mean..ahh..hurt?..aagh."
No more time for words, just panting and moaning and the echo of
lovemaking reverberating around the forest.
As Hercules thrust into Iolaus, the smaller man's arms were wrenched
painfully back and forth. Trapped around the bower, it was the only
thing keeping him steady. The demigod supported the whole of Iolaus'
body weight on his fine hips as they were locked together, Hercules'
cock inserted completely into the golden man's slick arse.
Manoeuvring wasn't as easy as they had both thought and it was turning
into a pushing and pulling match. If it hadn't been for both their
considerable strength they would have collapsed to the ground in a heap
before now.
Iolaus pushed forward from the tree, biceps straining. Hercules thrust
him back. Both gasped and groaned as the demigod despoiled his glorious
trophy. The blonde gritted his teeth against the slight tearing of his
arms; matched only by the tearing of his arse, determined as ever not to
be the one to give in. Muscular legs gripped lover's hips - clamping
down, urgently seeking climax.
After a particularly brutal thrust, Iolaus' arms finally gave way and he
released his hold on the Olive tree. To avoid falling backward he
quickly grasped the demigod's neck. Still pushing forward he continued
to ride the other's cock, unable to stop. His own shaft pressed tightly
against the muscular abdomen, sliding in the sweat that trickled down
Hercules' body.
Unfortunately, the momentum was enough to overbalance the demigod and,
arms flailing, he fell, taking his obdurate mate with him. The lovers
crashed to the ground scattering woodland birds into the undergrowth.
And still they didn't pause, if anything their rhythm increased.
Grunting louder the two lay side by side on a carpet of crushed lichens.
Now free, Hercules hand grasped Iolaus' penis and began milking it as he
kissed the exposed white flesh on the warrior's neck. Each burned with
passion and desire, neither capitulated.
Voicing their primeval desires, the two contented heroes clutched at
each other one last time before peaking together, milky fluid erupting
from Iolaus' nub of flesh to coat them both as Hercules spurted his own
essence into the blonde's hot anus.
Exhausted, but happy, they disentangled limbs and genitalia and lay back
on the ground, arms akimbo. Iolaus was very, very sore. His arse felt
tight and full - filled with his lover's gift. Damp blonde hair clung
to his broad forehead like fine tracery.
Leaves stuck to their sweaty bodies and the demigod reached across to
brush away moss and humus from Iolaus' back as they snuggled together
protectively.
"Hmmn...thanks Herc, that was one of the most intense orgasms I think
I've ever had!"
"The feeling's mutual, my love."
After a few moments of nothing but the sounds of the forest, Hercules
heard a bird cooing in the distance, which reminded him just what
brought them to this situation in the first place!
"So tell me Iolaus what is your own opinion of the pigeon thing?"
"Mine?"
"Yes, you were the one who started all this. I genuinely want to know
what you think."
"Thanks Herc. Well actually....."
"Yes!"
"Actually I think no one gives a fuck!"
FINIS
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