Verus's performance put an end to the over-polished course of the feast. Postumus Fronto had just made room on his bed for his German, the impatient little one even younger than him. His hand delicately caresses his pectorals, then moves down to his stomach. Eyes locked, mouths eager for warm tongues parted and became one. Fronto's fingers rolled his balls, grasped the already fully erect shaft. The German joined in the fun. His thin lips slid over the skin, tasting the young Roman's flesh. Holding onto his hips, he uncovered the uncovered member, revealing a beautiful, warm red head, extending a magnificent straight shaft. Bringing his greedy mouth closer, he licked the fleshy shaft. Postumus gave himself over to moans of pleasure. With his face between the Roman's thighs, the slave devoured the oval balls.
The places are swapped, but Fronto, inspired by both Procullus and Verus, prefers the other side and his mouth savors the German's little ass. He sticks his tongue in the crack, blowing into the still-firm ring. His hand moves up between the buttocks. A little oil and the index finger easily enters the hole, which contracts a little. But very quickly, the corolla becomes more supple, relaxes, and the finger can delve deeper into the wet cave. The German rolls onto his back, his voluptuous buttocks wide open, and holds himself with both hands to the edge of the bed.
Euphorion's chosen troop is clearly particularly eager for these pleasures. Postumus, while masturbating, continues to work the impatient man's ass. Carefully and gently, he inserts two, then three fingers. The German gives in, moaning with pleasure. His legs flutter, sometimes hitting the Roman's face. The latter grabs the slave's calves and places them on his shoulders. His hands move down his thighs, holding his hips firmly. The alabaster shaft is gradually inserted. The movement accelerates. The Roman's full balls slap against the German's taut buttocks with each thrust. On his knees, head back, muscles tense, Fronto files the slave with all the vigor of novelty.
Loukianos had beckoned the black man Talos. Suddenly, before his eyes, the enormous ebony cock, topped with its long, silky foreskin, protrudes. A skillful hand slides between the Greek's thighs, weighing and massaging the hard balls of long-lasting excitement. The colossus straddles Loukianos's chest, who can only pay homage to the imperious, black, and triumphant cock that butts against his lips. The magister pushes the black foreskin back over the fleshy head, the soft skin folding into pleated rolls just below the flare of the head. His lips swallow the broad capital, his tongue tastes its creamy sweetness. He clings to the spur, feels the thick, sinuous veins on its surface. The enormous, completely hairless balls sway and slap against his chin as Talos finally pounds his throat in long, deliberately slowed thrusts. After a while, the black man repositions himself. Raising himself on his elbows, he grips Loukianos's hips with his thighs, bringing their sexes together. The two cocks, white and black, stand erect, stiff, ready to exult. Their balls mingle, gently squeezed between their fleshy thighs. With one hand, the Greek tries to squeeze the two cocks, attempting a voluptuous masturbation. But Talos pushes the hand away and, after several attempts at contortions, brings the two head together between his wide-open lips. The experienced magister could never have imagined the pleasure he feels then. He lets out little piercing cries. Cum spurts from both cocks. Discharge after discharge, the black man eagerly exhausts the two virile fountains. Soon, a sticky drool foams from his lips, enclosing the two head.
The other guests had also preferred the refinements of the bathhouse slaves to the inexperienced Germans, and each had paired up to finish the evening. The emperor, eyes closed, arms at his sides, buggers Philippos with a regular and hypnotic movement of the loins and, despite Caesar's ecstatic face, Calvisius smiles at this sort of gymnastic exercise. Marcellus at his side is still too novice; he lets himself be guided by his two mentors, Gordius and David. The brute strength of the slaves and the refinement of the Stoic's mind form a curious and perhaps promising mixture, but it is still only a heap of quivering muscles. The couple formed by Drussus and Hierokles is a much more disconcerting spectacle, the sensual refinements of Loukianos and the inexorable strength of Verus mixed together, the rapid caress of a finger around an ear and the repeated pounding of the buttocks. But all this is now only a means that Gaius has already seen the two men dispense with for a single embrace that leads them to the same ecstasy. The lovers are no longer on the river of pleasure, they have touched the other bank.
On stage, the two Greek slaves, Leagros and Protogenes, have gathered in a corner with the Aloades. Having understood that their services would be needed more for this evening, they nevertheless intended not to remain apart from the pleasure. Satyros and his disproportionate member alone seem a sufficient feast for the four Germans just started by the guests, only Verus's completely drained German has fallen asleep, the emperor's foot still buried between his buttocks.
There seems to be competition among the Aloades to see who would benefit from Leagros's still adolescent charms. In the end, it is the young Greek who chooses and, standing on tiptoe, firmly embraces Otos (or is it Ephialtes?). He continues the assault by forcing him to shovel deep into his mouth. The German's hands begin to caress Leagros's fine muscles while his thick branch rubs against the outstretched stem. The other Aloade, with the frenzy of disappointment, seizes Protogenes, holds him tightly against him, and kisses him with equal energy. Completely crushed against the wall, the Greek lets him go. Regaining his support on the ground, Leagros finds himself facing the German's chest. He nibbles and sucks his nipples vigorously. Otos emits a low groan, closes his eyes, inflates his pectorals, and savors his pleasure. Protogenes couldn't remain inactive for long. He placed his large palms on Ephialtes's buttocks and took the initiative. His moist lips ran everywhere over the velvety skin. The Aloade felt himself drawn into the heights of violent desire, annihilating any disappointment on his part. From time to time, his gaze turned again to his brother, who had opened his eyes again, and they exchanged a broad smile and a conspiratorial wink.
Protogenes throws himself onto his knees in front of Ephialtes. He swirls his tongue around the navel, while his hands grasp the balls, stretching them downward. Ephialtes groans in turn. Leagros also kneels, and the two Greeks begin sucking the twin spears. In an instant, the two Germans are as hard as a rock. The Greeks are both very gifted, and the tender sucks or thrusts from the back of their throats provoke shocks of pleasure that make the two muscular frames shudder.
For a moment, the two slaves push the Aloades away, letting their twin erect cocks swing in the air in front of their faces, their tips glistening with saliva. They exchange a competitive look and resume their noisy fellatio. From there, the spears take on the proportions of clubs. It becomes increasingly difficult for the Germans to resist. Ephialtes turns to Otos. The latter has no trouble reading the orgasm about to break on his brother's face. He wraps an arm around his neck and kisses him with a passion that is more than brotherly. Leagros and Protogenes look up. A simple pressure of Otos's knee on the young Greek's shoulder points Leagros towards Ephialtes. The Greek leans over the powerful prick and begins to deliver quick little licks to the base of the head. He finally captures it in his mouth and begins sucking again. Protogenes joins the party, licking with the tip of his tongue what he can reach of the base of the cock in this difficult position. But Leagros swallows the member deep down his throat. Protogenes has only a few things left: the balls. He takes one in his mouth, then the other. He licks and sucks them so well that they double in size. Subjected to such torture, Ephialtes screams and everything stops. The four men collapse on the ground, lying against each other, thighs spread and legs tangled together.
Obviously, Otos's hand soon slips between his neighbor's thighs; it's Protogenes. He grasps the heavy balls and gently caresses them. He grips the spear with his free hand. His fingers begin to run expertly around his head. It was poking out of the foreskin like a cheeky fellow. With a thrust, Protogenes frees his legs from the group and places his stomach within reach of the German's face. Ephialtes loosens his fist and leans a little closer to swallow the head of the stake. He slowly runs his lips along the length of the virile member, while he grasps his own barely softened cock to gently jerk it off. With his eyes closed, little by little, he swallows the Greek's cock deeper. The tip of the shaft soon hits the walls of his throat. So big as it is, he manages to shove the entire member inside. With his mouth and throat thus ravaged, Ephialtes hears Leagros moan. He looks up. Protogenes and the young Greek are in each other's arms. Despite their half-closed eyes, they are gazing at each other intensely. The two Greeks' lips meet.
Ephialtes, able to take advantage of Leagros, does not hold back. Turning onto his stomach, he spreads the Greek's slender buttocks to display the pretty little corolla nestled in the hollow of the crack. Leagros tightens and loosens the ring as if to invite the Aloades to force entry. Ephialtes is on his knees, his head between his legs, greedily licking the tender flesh. Otos comes to his side and joins his tongue with that of his twin. The two brothers share this feast for a long time. Protogenes does not stay away and, with a spear in each hand, he makes the Aloades regain their full rigidity.
Leagros wriggles more and more, wanting something more substantial than this tongue game. And for that, the two Greeks settle comfortably, on their backs, legs bent, buttocks widely spread. Arms crossed, each polishes the other's very stiff pole, while underneath their thick, swaying balls seem to contain a good dose of good juice. Ephialtes pushes Leagros's legs back as far as possible. He advances underneath and presses his head against the hole. Leagros moans with satisfaction, immediately followed by Protogenes, whom Otos had mounted, and who begins to work the hole with the tip of his big, sticky cock. With all the slowness his desire allows him, Ephialtes digs his hole between Leagros's buttocks. He savors every spark of the fire of pleasure within him until the hairs on his stomach become entangled with the fine down of the Greek's parting. And the great ride begins.
At times the German stares without moving, his pubis pressed against the heavy bag of balls he crushes. His eyes rest on the Greek's fine, contracted abdominals, then his gaze crosses his Adam's apple to finally settle on the delicate youthful face, red with pleasure, whose forehead is covered with a thin layer of sweat. And the more Ephialtes pounds him, the more Leagros asks for more. Unconsciously, like all the other groups in the room, the four slaves slide into a kind of devastating euphoria. Their jolts and syncopes coordinate in a perfect rhythm. Sweat completely covers their bodies. The Aloades stuff the Greeks as one man and passing from one to the other their pleasure seems double, while Leagros and Protogenes, in addition to jerking off, roll around languidly again. Obviously, at this pace, the pleasure quickly became uncontrollable. In a sublime orgasm, cum spurted everywhere at once. But neither the hand movements nor the hip movements stopped. The sticky cocks barely flexed and regained their full rigidity. The four men set off to attack a second orgasm.
Amidst these panting bodies, Procullus props himself up on one elbow and glances from one group to another, a smile on his lips, perfectly aware that he himself had shed this intoxication of pleasure. His eyes finally settle on Gaius and his smile widens even more. Calvisius stands up and joins the Cisalpine.
On his knees, he places his lips on the torso, licks it gently. He brings his tongue to the tip of the breasts, which he begins to nibble lightly. The lips descend towards the stomach and linger around the navel. Then the head moves towards the penis, a penis whose stiffness confirms Sextus's endurance, which the atmosphere of the room has congested into a prodigious erection. The tongue slides over the purple, turgid head. As if his arm were as heavy as stone, Procullus lifts his hand and places it on Gaius's head with a low grunt of pleasure. The Roman swallows the entire cock, choking on it, sucks it for a moment and sits up again. He lies down on the cisalpine, his powerful, hard penis caressing Sextus's. Gaius kisses Procullus full on the lips. The young man responds to the passionate kiss and in turn begins to run his tongue and hands over Calvisius's superb anatomy. The skin is incredibly soft to the touch, the taste delicately salty. Sextus extracts himself from beneath Gaius's body. His senses are fully awakened by the sight of the powerful back, the muscles, the arched buttocks, the swollen thighs. His hands brush against all these regions where vision is lost. Then he tastes them with the tip of his tongue. He lingers at the buttocks, searches it, smells it.
Gaius's hand also slipped between Procullus's buttocks, sliding a finger into the cum-covered hole. The index finger slid effortlessly. Procullus spread his thighs, offering himself again. After a whole night of submission, Calvisius lay on his back, this time giving the initiative to Procullus. Sextus smiled seductively and crouched astride Gaius's hips. The Roman caressed the Cisalpine's thighs. Sextus took hold of the immense, protruding fleshy column and slowly masturbated it to excite his full, impatient erection. Gaius, more than ready, stifled a low groan of frustration. Sextus responded with a nervous chuckle, lifted his pelvis, and guided the cock between his smooth thighs. He spits on both palms and smears the head of the soft pole with saliva, a preparation that is quite unnecessary since the cisalpine has been opened and wet with cum, and then begins to lower his body onto Calvisius's, gently pushing the thick head against the puckered hole. Gaius feels his club, throbbing, sliding between the lips of Sextus's anal mouth. With a long, groan of abandon, Sextus lets his full weight collapse onto the prone body, impaling himself on the cock. Statianus gasps and his hips lift a little in an involuntary reaction, when he feels his entire pole, thick and sharp, disappear quickly into the hot tunnel, tightening to the size of the shaft, in a single, impatient, reckless thrust. Hips collide, the two bodies interlocked, locked by the powerfully swollen key, squeezed deep into Sextus's convulsing ass.
Panting, arched on his legs, Procullus begins wild movements on this stake, mixing torture and ecstasy himself by stuffing his ass. Without any further inhibition, Procullus activates his passivity. Giving free rein to the most intimate part of his nature, he forgets all searching and is consumed by his own sensuality, his face radiant, contorted in an expression of pure and brazen desire, his eyes shining brightly reflecting the glare of the torches, his body crushed by fierce pleasure, his head reeling, his buttocks tightly clenched to keep Gaius's cock firmly buried in his hungry ass, as they frantically stuff each other. The pleasure in the hollow of his back begins to overwhelm his entire body. His vision blurs. He closes his eyes, savoring this new pleasure. His member is painfully stiff. Calvisius shares the same power, smashing that hot, youthful ass, working it to heighten their shared pleasure, incredible sensations spreading from the ring throughout his body each time Gaius's virile weapon, superbly sharp, slides out and then into its well-oiled sheath. Sextus's ass seems to melt into a furnace of liquid fire as the Roman pounds it more and more violently, with each time a more ample thrust. Statianus himself is surprised by his intense pleasure. His cock, restrained since the beginning of the evening, twitches and throbs with a mysterious life of its own in that insatiable ass. His hands slide over the firmed buttocks around his pestle, while Sextus's fingers, palms placed on his chest, pinch his own nipples. Hands move down to his cock and caress his erect cock and balls swollen with cum, solitary pleasure overlapping with shared pleasure, while, like a hysteric, he moves back and forth on Gaius's impaled belly.
Calvisius bends his legs, bringing his heels against his thighs. Sextus leans back against this support. This backward movement pushes his cock even deeper into his juicy ass. With a cry of raw passion, as if bouncing on his knees, Sextus leans forward, clasping Gaius's body against his chest. Shaken by the orgasm, he clings to Calvisius's shoulders and, his mouth wide open in a piercing cry of triumph, he erupts in a torrent of bubbling cum, covering Calvisius's stomach and chest with discharges. The hot, wet jets splash up to his chin. Procullus's cry is answered by Gaius's hoarse gasps. The Roman feels that familiar, buzzing sensation growing at the base of his cock and begins to unload, his body, uncontrolled, shaking from head to toe, sending spurt after spurt of hot, thick cream into the molten entrails, hammered by a cock that has increased in volume even further.
Statianus's shudders are matched by Procullus's, the two bodies exciting each other. Sextus's fingers pinch Gaius's nipples, triggering new jets of cum, followed by those of the Cisalpine. With each discharge, he twists the tips of the pectorals a little more, contracted by the movement of the hands clenched on Sextus's buttocks. Procullus's throat lets out another scream as his body tenses, shaken by a new ecstasy. Exulting, he straightens up on the rigid, thick pole which, despite the double ejaculation, has remained hard under the frantic rubbing of Procullus's ass muscles. Meanwhile, Calvisius in turn pinches the Cisalpine's hard, bruised nipples between thumb and forefinger, pulling each one away from the muscular but hairless chest and twisting them brutally. Procullus masturbates himself, so brutally that Gaius is almost frightened, fearing to discover a flayed phallus under his fingers.
Beneath the overlapping excitement, Sextus weeps with joy and writhes in pain, at the height of his splendor. His second orgasm tears through his insides more mercilessly than the first. New jets of glistening cum spurt from his cock, leaving him drained and parched, but finally satisfied. Nearly sobbing from the sheer intensity, Sextus collapses onto Gaius's body. Procullus's ass finally loosens, releasing his grip around Tullius's cock. His cock softens and finally slips from its fleshy prison. Sextus catches his breath, nestled against Gaius's muscular chest. His tremors subsided, he raises his head and places his mouth on Gaius's. He parts the Roman's lips, his tongue slipping between his teeth. Warm and agile, it caresses the palate, slides around Calvisius's, searches down to the entrance of the throat, then returns to the teeth, swelling the inside of the cheeks, the lips. Gaius in turn penetrates Sextus's mouth, making their kiss tighter, more sensual. The two heads riveted by their insatiable lips and tongues, Procullus caresses Statianus's skin, unearthing every shred of pleasure. Barely touching them, the tips of his fingers trace spiral-shaped circles on the pectorals, circles that close in delicate pinches of the nipples. Then the hand descends to the hairy belly, marks the depression of the navel, skims over the sated sex and insinuates itself between the buttocks.
Shortly after, the Cisalpine's mouth follows the same path. Spontaneously, Gaius brings his thighs back to his chest. A mouth swallows his balls, hands caress the downy thighs. The warm tongue penetrates between the open buttocks, advances and reaches the ring, which it licks with small strokes before forcing its way through. Gaius arches in pleasure to better give himself. The flesh parts to welcome the visitor, she insinuates herself ever deeper, and the lips brush the skin. Procullus shows Gaius all his art at length. With the tip of his tongue, he caresses the edge of the ring, which expands. Then the tongue sinks in, caressing the tender flesh of the interior of the deep cavern, his lips sucking the edge. The tongue moves in and out, while the ring widens further. Soon he is so open that he feels Procullus licking the inside of his entrails. After endless grunts, Calvisius, completely overcome by pleasure, emits a low murmur, which Sextus understands perfectly. He offers himself.
Procullus kneels behind Gaius and rubs his hard cock against the Roman's virgin ass. Both of them are wildly hard again. Gaius presses his arms against his chest, his stretched buttocks leaving a widened valley at the bottom of which quivers a splendid corolla, virgin but gaping, glistening with saliva. With his hands on his spread thighs, Sextus presents his cock and forces his way in. The little ass is tight, delicious to be stuffed. Sextus feels the warm flesh slide along his member, he feels Gaius close around him. The man doesn't cry out, even when he's fully inserted. They stay like this, tightly welded, for a long time, while Procullus jerks Calvisius's big cock. Then he begins to work him, gently at first, then harder and harder. Procullus straightens up, pushing his hands on Gaius's thighs, his torso upright, to take him even deeper. Calvisius releases his legs, which are enclosing Sextus's hips. The latter then accompanies his furious thrusts with heavy slaps on Statianus's body. Orgasm erupts, Sextus collapses on Gaius. Overwhelmed with ecstasy, Calvisius grips Sextus's body. The Cisalpine is nothing more than a cock spitting out all the excitement accumulated during the night. Gaius's entire body is wracked with violent spasms, and his enormous dick continues to rise against Procullus's stomach, shooting spurts of thick cum that crash between their chests and onto their faces. Impaled on each other, the two panting men fall asleep well beyond orgasm.
