by Mardi Ballou
Suddenly, Ares’ breath grew faster and more shallow, his movements more frenetic. In moments, he exploded in a release that sent his ejaculate flying from him. Dionysus, who remained fully erect, looked almost as surprised as Aphrodite felt at this rapid completion.
Poor Ares appeared humiliated to have climaxed so quickly. He started to apologize, but Dionysus put a hand over his mouth. Next thing Aphrodite knew, Dionysus got down on his knees before Ares and began to lick his semen off his softening penis. In moments, it was no longer softening.
Ares couldn’t remember ever having been excited and aroused in the way he felt now with Dionysus. Strange. Up until he surrendered to Dionysus’ touch, Ares hadn’t even much liked the other man. Now Ares’ emotions were a swirling mix he couldn’t begin to fathom.
None of that mattered right now, not for him. For now, he would give himself over to the sensations roiling through him and threatening to blow the top of his head off. Later, much later, he’d sort it all out.
With Dionysus, Ares experienced pleasures of an intensity he’d never before suspected the existence of. When Dionysus kissed him, when he touched his hip, his cock, his nipples— Ares felt almost overwhelmed with the intensity and pleasure of such contact. But then when Dionysus stroked his erection and invited Ares to do the same on his, Ares felt positive he’d entered another realm of existence.
But of all the hellish bodily betrayals, he’d climaxed far too soon. He felt like an inexperienced youth, not the seasoned man he was, when his orgasm ripped from him. He wanted to apologize to Dionysus for his poor self-control— The pleasure had so overwhelmed him—
Aphrodite stood a short distance away from them, watching them approvingly as she caressed her own body. Knowing she watched and delighted in what she saw served only to increase his sensory feast. And so he’d spurted his climax.
And then Dionysus got down on his knees and began to lick Ares’ seed from his manhood. Ares’ heart constricted with amazement and, to his further amazement, he once again grew hard and large. Now Dionysus tongued him, nibbled on his organ and squeezed his balls. This time, Ares would not come so quickly, despite the extreme pleasure once again drawing him up and out of himself.
Dionysus put his big, strong hands on Ares’ knees and backed away from sucking his cock. Disappointed for a moment, Ares should have known better. Dionysus was now explaining to him it would be possible for them each to suck the other’s cock at once. It was just a matter of each assuming the correct position vis-à-vis the other.
Assuming positions. This he understood. Everything about making love with a man was so new and different for him, though, Ares seemed to have lost the power to think clearly. Of course he knew it was possible and in fact simple for a man and a woman to pleasure each other with their mouths. Why hadn’t he given a thought to doing the same with Dionysus—a thought which now enflamed him almost beyond belief?
Dionysus asked if their lying together on the couch and assuming the requisite position would meet with Ares’ approval. Too aroused to speak, Ares nodded his head. In moments, they were in the correct position.
Ares experienced the simultaneous pleasures of opening his mouth to take in Dionysus while he returned the favor. He would have moaned with the pleasure of Dionysus’ mouth on him if he could make a sound. Dionysus was so large, he almost filled Ares’ mouth. Now Ares experienced the doubt of a novice. What if in an excess of energy he bit Dionysus or somehow contrived to hurt the other man? What should he do to pleasure the other man in any way that could begin to approach what Dionysus had been doing for him? Perhaps he should just back away and confess he didn’t know what to do.
But despite his insecurity, some instinct took over and guided Ares. He started timidly, with just a lick and a tiny nibble. From the other man’s reactions, Ares began to understand that just about everything he did brought him great enjoyment.
With this worry behind him, Ares could give himself over most fully to the ecstasy of Dionysus’ mouth on him. Ares had never before realized how different parts of his penis reacted in different ways and amounts to stimulation. Under the guidance of this master teacher, he was learning how different the head and the underside felt.
Now that he’d had some moments to become accustomed to the feel of Dionysus in his mouth, Ares began to realize different sorts of movements were possible. Furthermore, the other man responded when Ares moved his head all the way back and then forward. He liked it when Ares played with his balls.
Far too soon, Ares felt his body again begin to prepare for climax. He couldn’t believe he was going to climax a second time before Dionysus came even once. He would have to train himself not to come so fast, no matter how exciting the stimulation.
But then he felt tension begin to build in Dionysus, and he understood the other man was also on the verge of orgasm. Relief shot through Ares. Dionysus would come before him. Moments before the event, Ares realized Dionysus would be ejaculating in his mouth—as he’d be doing in his.
Though he knew many men who’d performed similar acts, he’d never found out the etiquette involved. Should he prepare to swallow or did one rid himself of the seed? What was he to expect?
Too late for questions, he realized as Dionysus called out his release and proceeded to fill Ares’ mouth.
To his amazement, feeling Dionysus surrender his intimacy so completely led Ares to yet another level of arousal. As Dionysus surged in his mouth, Ares felt both powerful and submissive—realizing he’d aroused Dionysus to this point. Ares shivered at the new understanding.
At the same time, he understood Dionysus was in the corresponding position vis-à-vis himself. Dionysus had both power over him and was completely submissive to him. This peak understanding was nothing less than sublime, so sublime Ares could not remain long in its exalted grip.
With a groan that rocked him as it echoed along the other man’s cock, Ares felt himself begin to come. Legs shaking, he relinquished a bit of his soul to Dionysus as he filled his mouth with his seed.
Then, emptied but filled, he collapsed against the other man’s hard torso for an embrace he wished would never end.
Ares’ full-bodied capitulation took Dionysus by surprise. Experienced as he was with having both men and women as his lovers, Dionysus had easily surmised Ares found him quite attractive. Ares’ initial resistance, unlike the man’s noted military prowess, proved to be a thin, flimsy veil over a cauldron of beautifully seething emotions and needs.
Dionysus himself rarely had difficulty losing himself in the act of lovemaking—no more so than he did in the many other varieties of sensory experience he filled his life with, thank the gods. He knew other divines became jaded from their indulgences, but he remained nearly as fresh and enthusiastic as he’d been in the long-ago days of his inexperience.
Ares’ handsome face reflected the totality of his introduction to divine male carnality. His body, his cheeks, were flushed with healthy redness. His eyes glowed with a new fire, one he would take with him to fight future battles and delight future lovers. Despite his recent satisfaction, Dionysus’ cock twitched at the prospect of the future lovers Ares would know. Not that Dionysus was the possessive kind or looked for more from sex than the momentary delights he’d come to expect…
Dionysus turned his face to his other guest, the magnificent Aphrodite, witness to his and Ares’ mutual fellatio. He’d been conscious of the goddess’s eyes on them and her hands on her body, mirroring what she saw the two men do. Watching her caress herself had mightily aroused him.
Then, Dionysus had lost himself in his intimate contact with Ares. Though he’d never admit it to her, for moments he’d almost forgotten Aphrodite was with them—a lapse she wouldn’t appreciate and one he intended to rectify with all due haste.
Fortunately, Aphrodite herself was in the throes of her burgeoning climax and seemed, for the moment, oblivious to the men’s self-involvement.
Dionysus watched with growing interest and a
quick resurgence of desire as Aphrodite, still clad in her glowing, diaphanous robe, stroked both her lovely breasts and her clitoris. Dewy with the patina of her desire, she touched herself with passionate delicacy and strength. Her full lips were parted slightly, and he could hear her soft moans, which punctuated her rhythmic touches.
Ares stirred, and Dionysus kissed his lips.
“What of the goddess?” Ares asked.
“She’s been occupied as fully as we have. Look over there.” Ares turned in the direction Dionysus indicated. Before the two men, Aphrodite, eyes closed now, continued her provocative dance.
“Her beauty dazzles me,” Ares murmured.
“Few remain unmoved when the goddess is among them. Actually, none.”
“Shall we join her in her dance?” Ares asked.
Dionysus grinned. “An excellent idea, dear Ares. But I fear it’s too late in this dance for others to cut in. Aphrodite is at the edge of the precipice, and she would little appreciate an interruption to the flow of events at this moment.”
Ares frowned. “I don’t understand—”
Evidently this man had come to him with little experience. Between Dionysus and Aphrodite, their excellent student would learn much before he resumed his journey. “We will indeed celebrate with her, but first let us witness her woman’s joy firsthand. Then, when she experiences ecstasy in your arms, you will know exactly what she’s about.”
Ares bit off his response as Aphrodite grew more agitated and vocal in her movements. She moved her beautiful hips, stroking herself with increasing ardor until she let out a shriek and poured out words of divine release. Watching her, Dionysus felt his organ spring back to life as if eager to accept the unvoiced invitation of Aphrodite’s dance. A quick glance at his companion showed Ares was equally stirred. Dionysus doubted any being who still breathed could have resisted wanting to touch the goddess and be swept up in her passion.
As Aphrodite began to resume her usual demeanor, Ares exhaled. “I never before realized just how magnificent the goddess becomes.”
“Ah, yes,” Dionysus agreed, “she truly is the goddess of love.”
Nodding to his burgeoning erection, Ares said, “She’s inspired me again.” Noting Dionysus’, he chuckled, then tentatively reached to touch the other man.
“Our stiff cocks are part of the universal tribute to her majesty. Much as I welcome your hand where you have it, it is time to share the bounty with our lady.” He led Ares across the short distance to where Aphrodite had sunk to the ground, sitting surrounded by the outspread skirt of her fine robe. Its multiple colors glowed in the warm sunlight of the afternoon sun.
“Follow my lead,” Dionysus whispered to Ares.
“No. Now it’s my turn to lead. I know the ways that please the goddess. You follow me.”
Dionysus should have known better than to expect Ares to follow for very long. A lover always rather than a fighter, he complied.
“My lady, we are here to worship at your altar.” Ares bowed to Aphrodite, and watched closely as Dionysus did the same.
Aphrodite smiled up at them before grasping their hands. “My two handsome divines. Your embrace honored and inspired me.” Her words warmed him even more than the sunlight as she drew them both to the ground with her.
“At your service always, my lady.” Ares inclined his head.
She nodded serenely. “I admire your ready spear, my Ares, god of war. And Dionysus, dear divine host, your spear appears as primed for passionate encounters as does dear Ares’.”
“All for you, our goddess.” Dionysus opened his legs so Aphrodite could get a full, unencumbered view of his manly endowments. He especially enjoyed how the sunlight and shadows showed his full erection and large balls to their best advantage. Of course, from past encounters, he knew the goddess to be a fervent admirer of his lovemaking skills.
She licked her lips as she sat back and moved to display her own wares. Her skirt rode high up to reveal exquisitely shaped legs above trim ankles and dainty feet. Much as he’d like to spend the afternoon lost in admiration of those legs and feet, he could not take his eyes from the smooth pink perfection of her womanhood. Her nether lips gleamed damply in the sunlight, and Dionysus longed to dip his tongue into her fragrant nectar.
In fact, he saw no reason why he should deny himself or the goddess. Lying down on the ground, he spread Aphrodite’s legs to accommodate him. His cock, already huge and stiff, pressed deliciously against the sun-warmed grass and the soft soil of the earth. Aphrodite’s ripeness drew him like a bee to a fully opened rose.
He kissed the soft sweetness of her inner leg, brushing the sensitive skin and smiling to himself when he felt her react. As he let his tongue travel to the spot he knew she most craved, he tasted her honey and inhaled the musk of desire satisfied and new desire taking form.
The goddess entwined her fingers in his long, dark hair and let him know with her touch, her words and the little movements of her hips that she wanted him in this exact place. She wanted the worship and admiration he offered her with his tongue, his teeth, his lips and his breath.
When his tongue first touched the goddess’s plump, pink folds, he inhaled her loveliness and bliss raced through him. He darted his tongue to her most sensitive nub and delighted at her quiver of pleasure. She pressed herself forward so his tongue more intensely touched her there, but Dionysus knew the sensation might become too strong if he lingered over long, so he moved his tongue to other delectable spots. When she mewled, perhaps in slight complaint, he massaged her leg with his hand and gently nibbled the sweet lips.
Though he could have tarried all day and night where he was, and he expected the goddess would cheerfully agree, Dionysus wanted Ares to take part in the worship of the goddess they both adored.
He would raise his head from its delightful abode shortly, after he allowed himself a few more tastes of ecstasy. The goddess, aware and sensitive as she was to the huge effect little moves could produce, tilted her hips the tiniest amount as she continued to expose herself to his services.
From the background, he heard Ares’ rapid breathing as he and the goddess continued to play. Remembering he’d given himself the role of teacher, he realized Ares deserved an opportunity to provide Aphrodite with these tender ministrations. Reluctantly, he drew back from the divine one, who sighed her momentary disappointment.
Without words, Dionysus, now hugely erect, gestured for Ares to take his place between the goddess’s legs. Ares, equally erect, assumed the position Dionysus had recently vacated. Aphrodite, a little smile playing on her lips, watched the men. When Ares took up his delicious task, Aphrodite sighed contentedly. After a moment of exploration, judging from the goddess’s moan, Ares found the spot they both longed for.
Evidently Ares didn’t require instruction at this moment. Dionysus, who couldn’t help noticing Ares’ high, muscular ass rotate intriguingly while he engaged in his current activity, decided he’d play a bit. Ares’ ass was probably virgin territory, which aroused Dionysus’ appetite. Though both he and Ares were devoted to satisfying the goddess on this go-round, that didn’t mean he would have to restrain himself from all play.
First he studied the contours of Ares’ most admirable ass. Obviously the man’s war-mongering resulted in an exemplary fitness of body. Dionysus fingered the fine ass before him, probing and prodding as if to see how solid the muscles were. His fingers proved the muscles very solid. Ares, who Dionysus already realized was blessed with great sensitivity, reacted quickly and satisfyingly to Dionysus’ caresses.
Anticipating how his new lover would react when he opened up all the joys of rear entrance sex, Dionysus felt his own prick throb. Though the joys of experience were many, nothing could quite compare to the ecstasy of first times.
With one finger, Dionysus began to explore the crease between Ares’ cheeks. Ares, whose mouth was completely occupied with pleasuring the goddess, quivered at Dionysus’ most subtle touch. Dionysus laughed to himself
, knowing how many sensations Ares was about to experience.
Dionysus increased the pressure and number of fingers exploring Ares’ crease. Then he began to finger the hole, and Ares pressed his hips strongly back. Hmm. Dionysus wondered if perhaps this were not virgin territory after all. Ares seemed to know what to expect—or, at least, what he desired.
Curious to see how far he could go, Dionysus sucked the tip of his index finger. With a pang, he remembered how Ares’ sucking of his finger had started their lovemaking session.
Now Dionysus inserted his wet finger into Ares’ tight hole, penetrating just inside. Ares pushed back against him, indicating he wanted the finger and much more. Dionysus’ cock pulsed. It would be so easy to insert himself into Ares’ tight, narrow passage— But this erection was for the goddess. He could just play with it at the edge—
Not this time. He probed deeper into Ares’ hole with his finger, then with two. Yes, he would have Ares this way, another time. There would have to be another time. For now, he turned his attention to the goddess and Ares. He would separate them and take his place deep inside Aphrodite.
Chapter Five
Dionysus, surely the most divine and thoughtful of hosts, stood above Aphrodite during the height of Ares’ passionate ministrations. “I invite you both to partake with me of even more delights,” he announced. Much as she regretted having to put a halt to Ares’ efforts, Dionysus’ sincere invitation tempted her mightily. The man had always proven himself a genius when it came to new refinements in the realm of lovemaking, and she wanted to experience them in full.
Ares, his mouth wet with her juices, looked up from his special place between her legs. “With my lady’s permission—”