0 comments/ 9702 views/ 0 favorites Alexander By: Hecateworshiper This is the story of Alexander the Great. He was the king of Macedonia who conquered first the Greek world, then the remainder of the known world. He was the man with the power and will to pursue his dreams. Son of the unruly, ambitious Macedonian king Phillip II and of the beautiful, conniving Queen of Macedonia herself, the mighty Olympias. * Alexander is a man whose accomplishments amazed the world. He was the most famous person in all of Greece. There seemed to be no limit to what he could do. He was smart and capable. He was also passionate. People loved him. He was charismatic and energetic. Also, mindful of the people around him and deeply careful in everything that he did. The world has always had a fascination for people who were outside the norm. Great men who could do amazing things, whether for good or for ill. Alexander was such a man. He had no limits. He could do no wrong. The army that served him also loved him. He rode into the fields of battle like a common soldier. He never asked of any person anything he would not ask of himself. He was that kind of man. History has always had some way of altering things to suit itself. Alexander the Great was a mystery in the minds of many. He was an adventurer, a conqueror and a loner. He was a great man. Who was he, really? He was a man who wanted to bring people together. He loved the arts and sciences. He loved knowledge. He hated tyranny. Alexander had to live under the tyrannical rule of his father, the harsh ruler known as Phillip II. He also had to live with his mother, the deadly and seductive Queen of Macedon, Olympias. Alexander's parents hated each other. That did not exactly give the young man a good disposition toward the men and women of this world. He knew that the men that a man trusted the most could betray him. He also knew that women were impossible to understand and outright dangerous. They were not physically strong, but they were cunning and conniving. Full of lies, treachery and deceit. Those were the tools of the women living in the male-dominated world of the days of Alexander the Great. The tools of men, for all time have been intelligence and ambition and the will to succeed. Men braved dangers and did not fear hard work. Hardship was part of a man's life. Alexander was different from his peers. This had nothing to do with the fact that he was the son of the King and Queen of Macedonia. He was different because of a factor in his genetics. He was smart, adaptable and resourceful. He was charming and witty. He was also passionately drawn to both men and women. Alexander was what twenty first century people would label a bisexual. When Alexander was young, living in the land of Macedonia, his gaze fell upon a youth named Hephaiston. Alexander fell in love with Hephaiston right then and there. Hephaiston would become Alexander's lifelong friend and ally. HEPHAISTON Alexander goes to the stables and glimpses at a rather great sight. The sight of the one he loves. It is not the sight of Cephalus, the fiery black stallion which Alexander tamed as a youth. It is Hephaiston, the one person in the world who means everything to Alexander. The one whom he cherishes above all others. This is the one he trusts and cares for like no other. Alexander looks at Hephaiston and embraces him. Hephaiston returns his embrace. The two young men fall upon the hay and roll about playfully. They have known each other forever. They kiss each other and hurriedly undress. Gently, they embrace. Alexander is known to the world as a rough conqueror. He is conquered by Hephaiston's gentleness, his charm and wit. He loves the other youth's loveliness. Hephaiston is a slender young man with pale bronze skin, dark hair and dark eyes. Alexander is a green-eyed, blond-haired youth with a lot of vigor. They playfully wrestle on the hay. Laughing, Hephaiston climbs on top of Alexander. Alexander looks into the eyes of the one he loves. Hephaiston smiles. Alexander pulls him into a tight embrace. Their hard, masculine bodies press against each other. Alexander can feel Hephaiston's desire just as much as Hephaiston can feel his. They kiss once more. It is a passionate kiss. The kiss of lovers. The kiss of best friends. The kiss of best friends turned lovers. The greatest kiss in the world. They touch each other's bodies. Hephaiston kisses Alexander's face and neck, he kisses a path down to Alexander's chest and down to his belly. Alexander moans under Hephaiston's touch. Hephaiston takes this as an encouragement and ventures further down. Alexander stiffens. His manhood is in the hands of Hephaiston. Hephaiston takes his time to please his king and lover, licking and sucking on extremities and corners. His tongue ventures up and down the length and girth of what makes Alexander a man. Alexander's hands grip the hay. He feels ready to burst. Hephaiston perseveres. Alexander screams out loud in pleasure. Hephaiston stops. A great shaking takes Alexander's body. Hephaiston holds him in his arms. Alexander is at peace in his lover's arms. The moment has passed. Alexander sleeps in Hephaiston's arms. Peacefully. A new day comes. It brings with it all manner of dangers. Alexander the Great is ready to face them all. It has been a few months since he started his military campaign to take over the world. He has taken over Babylon. He comes to the barbaric lands of the East. Alexander conquers the wild tribes of the mountain regions. To cement his alliance with one of the most powerful tribes, he takes one of their women as his bride. Alexander loves Hephaiston. He may be attracted to other men and sometimes to women but it is for Hephaiston that his heart beats. Alexander is a man torn between his duties and his desires. He is about to enter the Chambers of his Bride on the wedding night. Outside the chambers, he sees his beloved Hephaiston. Hephaiston looks at Alexander. He looks not at the Conqueror of the World or the Great King of the Macedonia. He looks at the boy he fell in love with not long ago. The best friend he ever had. The one person he trusts. Alexander is the only person Hephaiston loves. He knows that Alexander is the King and has duties to perform. Still, Hephaiston is a young man in love and he will do anything for his love. He goes to Alexander and gives him a crimson ring as a symbol of their love. The intellectual part of the handsome youth known as Hephaiston knows that Alexander must perform certain duties as a King. The emotional part of Hephaiston only knows that the one he loves is about to bed someone else... ROXANA She has lived in the northern mountains her whole life. Her people are nomadic barbarians. Her father is the Chieftain of one of the most numerous tribes. She is of noble blood among her people. She is a tall, curvy young woman with bronze skin, black hair and dark eyes. Many would have considered her lovely. She is at that. She was the princess of the people. The beautiful, feisty girl coveted by many of the men in the land. She was not to be touched since she was of royal blood. Roxana knew her worth. She was to marry a prince or a king and no one else. She has lived her whole life waiting for this. She is not satisfied with the life of a tribal princess. She has always been...wild. She climbed trees as a child. She rode horses. She was taught the use of weapons and learned the martial arts from the most knowledgeable men in the land. She also knew the secrets of medicinal herbs and lethal poisons from the Revered Shaman and the Holy Women of the tribe. The Shaman is a man of great wisdom who taught her many things. Both the Shaman and the Holy Women are the keepers of knowledge in the tribe. Roxana was always told that she was too curious and too strong. She knows that she is different. She cannot help it. She always dreamed of adventure. She always dreamed of traveling. She does not aspire to be anyone's wife or mother. Roxana still entertained dreams of escape and adventure, until the day that her people were attacked. They came in larger numbers than any invading force the northern tribes had ever seen. Hundreds of thousands of men armed and equipped for battle. They had weapons never seen before and horses trained for battle. They were the most dangerous adversaries the people had ever known. Roxana's father called upon the men from various tribes to unite against the invaders. Roxana was excited and terrified. She wanted to join the battle. Her father forbade her from doing so. She was pissed. She was as well-trained as any man. Yet they would not let her fight in war time because she was a girl. She often envied the men. They had such freedom. They could go wherever they wanted. They could do anything. She did not like the limitations imposed upon her because of gender. She wanted to fight and kill and die side by side with her father and her brothers. She had to watch from afar. The war was not going well. Many men died. Many of them were people that she knew. One of them was her brother Julius. The other was Caius, a boy she once loved. Roxana mourned them both. Day after day the men went out to fight. Not many of them came back. Finally, when things turned desperate, something happened. The well-equipped army of the king of a distant land came and destroyed the enemies of her people. This army was far bigger than the invading force that had plagued her people. They were saved. The northern mountain tribes greeted their saviors. Men dressed in metal and riding horses. They spoke a strange tongue. They called themselves Greeks and Macedonians. They followed the leadership of a young man who called himself Alexander the Great. The northern tribes were grateful to Alexander for saving them. They invited him to their towns. Alexander the Great received a hero's welcome. It was at that time that Roxana first laid eyes on him. A tall young man with blond hair and green eyes. When she first saw him, her heart beat faster than usual and for some reason, she felt nervous. Roxana could not understand. Who was this King of the Greeks who made her, Roxana the Princess of the Wild Northern Tribes nervous? She was surprised by his countenance. He was young and handsome. His people appeared to love him. He treated people with kindness. Roxana was puzzled by that. Kings and queens usually ruled with an iron grip. When her father decreed that she would marry him, she was surprised. She had no say in the matter. Still, she could sense something about Alexander. He was not like other men... She was all dressed up and ready for her wedding night when she saw him. He looked handsome and her heart beat fast at the sight of him. He was not alone. There was someone with him. An equally handsome youth who looked at him in a strange way. The way of love. Roxana's heart skipped a beat as she watched her husband-to be, the handsome and masculine Alexander the Great embrace another man... not as a friend or brother but as a lover. Roxana's heart seethed. How could this be? He was her husband-to be. He looked so fine and masculine. How could he be... like that? She went back into her chambers. Alexander gazed longingly at Hephaiston and bade him farewell. He walked into the chambers of the princess... Alexander looked at Roxana. She had seen him with Hephaiston. She asked him about it. He told her that he loved Hephaiston. Roxana was angry. She wanted him to love her! She felt like attacking him! He seized control of her before she could do anything, predicting her moves before she even thought of them. Roxana struggled in his arms. She once wanted him... she once wanted to be loved by the handsome and macho hero who saved her people. Not anymore! She wanted to... he was looking right at her. She fell still. He said nothing. She wanted to fight. She wanted to run. He touched her. His touch was gentle and at the same time... arousing. Roxana felt her body respond to his touch... felt herself wanting to let go. She hesitated... when he kissed her, all of her doubts vanished. Alexander kissed Roxana. He felt her soft feminine lips against his own. He had never kissed a girl before. It was... different. He had kissed and made love to Hephaiston more times than he could count but this was different. This was new. Roxana was surprised by Alexander's passion. She pressed her body against his. Alexander tentatively kissed her face, her neck and her breasts. His hands caressed her smooth, sexy yet strong body. Roxana purred. She kissed him and traced a path down from his lips to his chest to his belly. He grunted. She made her way down to his groin. She sees the evidence of his arousal. Kisses it. He grabs her by the neck and pulls her close. He is on top of her and she is beneath him. He takes her. She screams as she is entered. He gasps. They look into each other's eyes. Soon, an endless merry go around of thrusting and moaning and screaming takes place. Alexander makes love to Roxana with savage passion. She screams at the top of her lungs. He explodes. Spent, he lies in her arms. His face is full of surprise and shock, as well as pleasure. She knows at once that she was his first, as far as female lovers are concerned. She is surprised by that. Alexander the Great, the would-be conqueror of the world has had two lovers in his life. A male lover named Hephaiston, who is his lifelong best friend. The female lover is Roxana, the wild and beautiful barbarian princess. After the marriage is consummated, Alexander leaves the chambers. His wife lies on the bed, thinking. She had never felt such passion in her life. Ever. She had many lovers before she married. Discreet liaisons, of course. Alexander is a king in bed. Wow. Her heart is won. She wants him. She knows that he marries her because of duty and not love. She has forsaken duty the moment after he made love to her. She is his. She wants him to be hers. Roxana will share her husband with no one, man or woman. And she is not above doing anything to get what she wants. This is but a chapter in the life of Alexander the Great. He will conquer the world. Changing the fate of humanity forever with his vision. He was a lot of things. A warrior. A lover. A wanderer. A seeker of knowledge and truth. One of the greatest men ever to walk the earth. Little is known about his life and loves but one man and one woman did mean a lot to the openly bisexual heroic leader of the Greeks. Hephaiston and Roxana meant more to him than all the riches of the world. He is a visionary and the worlds tremble when thinking of what such a resourceful man could accomplish with that. Alexander The heels were four inches. The glossy black shoes reflected the Christmas lights hung year-round in the dorm room. Outside, the sun was disappearing over the horizon. She sat on her raised bed so that her feet hung some distance from the ground. The girl merely had to point at the shoes and he was on his knees before her, taking and sliding them slowly onto her feet. Outside the room in the shared space drunken voices blended with the fast beat of techno music that frantically attempted to make the students enjoy their nights and forget their fears. It succeeded for all except the boy who had just risen from his knees and stepped forward into the embrace of his lover and partner. She did not share in his drama. In fact she was hardly aware of it. Her mind was occupied with guessing how the next several hours would play out for her; wondering if she'd be able to follow through on what they'd discussed. "Is the bag packed?" she asked him. "Yes, Allison," he responded. "Okay. Are you ready to go drink some more? We leave here in about an hour." "Sure if that's what you want to do." He stared past her at the wall where his vision rested out of focus. "Hey," she said stroking his arm, "don't forget that this was your idea, not mine. I wouldn't do this if it wasn't what you wanted. And if it makes you feel better I'm not sure I'll even follow through." She tilted his head so he was looking into her eyes and gently ran her thumb up and down his cheek. "I know. I know. It's just...now that the moment is here, I'm not so sure. You know?" He closed his eyes. "I'll tell you what. Tonight, I'm going to try to do exactly what we talked about so long as you don't say anything. But if you tell me to stop, and I don't mean by saying 'stop' but I mean if you say the safe word, then I'll stop. You can trust me." "I trust you," he told her. He pressed his face against her breasts and she wrapped both arms around his head, squeezing tight. "Just think," she said, smirking now, "this will be the most action you get out of me all night. In fact, I think it would be best if we just didn't touch each other after this. I don't want to lose sight of my goal." Allison gave him one more big squeeze and unwrapped her arms and gently pushed him back to the end of her reach. "Now get dressed, Kyle, I'm tired of looking at that thing." She stood up facing him, her nose lined up with the top of his head. Kyle turned from her to begin dressing in the outfit she'd picked out, starting with a pink thong, followed by pantyhose. He took an extra second to look at his red-painted toenails before sliding on his socks. Next came a pair of brown pants with a black belt and then a gray button-up shirt left untucked. When he was dressed she walked out the door and into the shared-space room without a word. This room was a little larger than the dorm room. At the front was a door leading to the hall and within, a couch and a television with a table between. A bottle of cheap vodka sat on the table with several shot glasses beside it. Allison had just begun to pour her second shot when her inebriated friend turned from the group and noticed her presence. "Alli!" the friend shouted before running over and giving Allison an overly enthusiastic hug, causing her to spill some of the vodka. "What were youuuu two doing in there?" "Just fucking on my bed," Allison responded. "Haha haha haha ha! You're funny Alli! So," she teetered and put her arm on Allison for balance, "you're sleeping at Kyle's tonight, right?" "Well it isn't Kyle's house, Kyle goes to college a hundred miles away. But yes I will be sleeping there. Kyle," she said, turning to her quiet partner, "we are sleeping at Mike's, correct?" Then in a lower voice: "Amanda needs me out of the room so Greg can sleep over." Kyle moved in closer so only Allison could hear. Amanda watched. "You know we aren't sleeping here tonight either way. It'll be Mike's or, you know..." "No, I don't know. Where else might we be sleeping?" Allison asked, feigning ignorance. "Greg's and Alexander's apartment." Kyle nearly whispered it. "Yes, we will be sleeping at Mike's house tonight," Allison said to her friend, "so you go wild." "Oh shut up, Alli!" The friend rejoined the group gathered by the door. Allison and Kyle remained separate from the group, talking and drinking and laughing as they reminisced about their first time going to a party together. Kyle had nearly gotten in a fight when a flying beer can made contact with his temple, and he thought it was only just that he throw it back. "I was ready to kill you that night," she said. "I remember. It was cute." Thirty minutes later it was time to catch the party bus. Allison filled a water bottle half way with vodka then grabbed her bag and threw it over her shoulder. It was more tote than purse - in case she needed to change her clothes, was her excuse. The group from the suite met up with several more people on the walk to the bus stop. "Did you guys hear?" one of the new guys asked, knowing full well they hadn't heard. "Hear what, Daren??" Allison asked. She pulled her short skirt down to cover her butt cheeks, a habit of hers on party nights. "Lacrosse team won tonight! This party's gonna be pumpin!" Allison looked at Kyle excited. On the outside he was immune to the news; internally his apprehension grew. The guys at the party would be rowdy. The group of drunk college students clashed with the larger group at the bus stop - girls shouting to each other, complimenting appearances, guys pushing and shoving and even wrestling hoping the girls would look over, and couples standing off to the side fueled by the excitement. Kyle and Allison were one of these couples, but unlike the others, their hands were not intertwined nor arms linked. She had kept her word about not touching him and he respected her decision to be left untouched. She was his partner, not his girlfriend, and so he had no authority over her. The bus came and the students filed on. In the crowd Kyle and Allison got separated by a large group of guys. She ended up in a seat next to a handsome man he'd never seen before and he ended up standing near the front among strangers. The bus ride consisted of lots of yelling and pushing and singing and a retch (fortunately the experience driver had garbage bags on hand). At the stop, Kyle got off the bus and waited for Allison to lead him to the destination. Their group from the suite had fragmented into twos and threes. She came down the steps beaming, phone held in front of her. "What happened?" Kyle asked. "Got'is number!" She handed him the phone and he saw her contact list where the name 'Jake' was highlighted. "His name's Jake. He's reallyyyyy cute." "Oh," Kyle said. "Come on!" she grabbed his hand and started dragging him in the direction of the party. "Only a couple more minutes!" Kyle could tell which house was the party – which house was Greg's and Alexander's – before they reached it. There was a crowd of people gathered on the front porch, all holding a beer or a red solo cup. As they got closer they could hear: "Everybody inside. Come on now, we can't have the cops showing up just yet." The speaker was a tall with blond hair. He ushered everyone in and nobody gave him a hard time about it. From a distance Kyle could see that he commanded respect. "That's Alexander," Allison said looking forward. She was smiling. Kyle's apprehension was made bearable only by his anticipation for what was coming. He was horrified and horny, fearful and elated. They had reached the base of the porch. Kyle looked up to see Alexander, standing with two of his friends, looking down at them. Allison whispered in Kyle's ear, "When his friends aren't around, you call him Mr. Richards." Kyle nodded. "Alexander, I'm here!" Allison said "Hey slut! I was wondering if you were gonna make it," Alexander said. Kyle, transfixed by a small bush now, shifted his weight from his right leg to his left. "You stop it. I told you I was coming." "That's right, I do remember you saying something about cumming." He nudged his friend with his elbow. Behind him the house was filled with the dull roar of voices underscored by the steady pulse of electronic music. Another group of people had just turned down the street on their way to the house. "I told ya," Allison said. Kyle looked at his partner as she spoke. The attentiveness she gave the stranger made him uneasy. She spoke to him with comfort and familiarity. Allison stood there, the bottom of her butt just visible beneath her skirt, oblivious of Kyle's existence. Alexander's friends went inside to mingle with the crowd. "Looks like you dressed to party," Alexander said. "Do a spin, I wanna see your whole outfit." She looked up at him, hesitating briefly enough that only Kyle noticed. Then, without pulling down her skirt she turned around slowly, pausing while her backside was to Alexander. She wanted to make sure he was looking down and more importantly she wanted Kyle to know. Kyle followed Alexander's line of sight two the two round butt cheeks trying to escape the tight black skirt. Then Alexander looked at him and Kyle looked away quickly. "Who's this you brought?" Alexander asked. "You knew I was bringing my boyfriend. This is Kyle." Then, so only Kyle could hear, "Be polite. Say hello." Kyle inhaled deeply to slow his heart. "H-Hello Mr. Richards," he said. "Pleasure to meet you, Kyle." Alexander held out his hand and Kyle walked up the stairs – Allison following – to shake. After getting his hand nearly crushed Alexander gestured for him to lead the way. Kyle entered the party with Allison and Alexander trailing. Half the people were dancing and half the people were attempting to socialize over the music. The dancers were in a large dark room that had been cleared of furniture and the socializers were in a smaller bright one adjacent, the one they'd entered in to. Alexander went to speak with a girl in the smaller room and after depositing her bag behind a couch Allison led Kyle by the hand into the larger one. Kyle was a timid dancer. Allison, on the other hand, was able to let go of her thoughts and let the rhythm control her movements. Kyle would dance to appease her but he never enjoyed it. Tonight was no different. He moved mechanically and self consciously. He knew that he looked awkward. Allison always encouraged him, saying that he was a great dancer. But really, he wasn't, and watching him attempt to connect with the music was amusing to her. He made his hands into fists and held them stiffly in front of him, bouncing around, off-beat. When it came to grinding he was a little better. All he had to do was move his hips with hers. At least he didn't look awkward doing it. As they were dancing they both drank vodka from her water bottle until reality was distorted and nothing mattered but the moment, when they were able to perceive it. "I thaw you-wern' gonna dance wimme! Said you weren' gonna touch-me." The music was louder now and Kyle had to yell in her ear to be heard. "Blue balls!" Alison yelled back, laughing. The vodka was gone but they continued dancing, pausing from time to time to regain a sense of their surroundings. The party had reached a peak. Everyone present was in the dance-room either with a partner or dancing in a group. Kyle and Allison were grinding when Alexander approached from the front, silhouetted against the light of the small room. Allison saw him coming and turned to Kyle. "Go sit in the living room," she said. "I'm going to dance with him. Isn't he hot? Go slowly, though, and make sure you bow to Alexander on your way out." Kyle let go of his girlfriend. In the heat of dancing he'd forgotten about the plan. His arousal and his past experience had lied to him, telling him that when they got back they would be having sloppy drunk sex. He'd forgotten about the plan. But to remember it again excited him even more. Before stepping out from behind Allison he tucked up his erection, then he walked toward the smaller room, stopping in front of Alexander and bowing his head. "Remain like that," Alexander said. He held out his hand below Kyle's face. "Kiss it." Kyle looked to his left and right. Nobody was watching. He kissed the hand before him. Half a room away Allison was enjoying the spectacle. She covered her mouth with both hands in attempt to hide her surprise but only succeeded in making it more obvious. Alexander looked at her and smirked while her boyfriend's lips made contact with his skin. He was bold and she wanted him. Alexander sent Kyle on his way. From a couch in the small room he watched as this stranger approached his girlfriend and put his arms around her waist and looked straight down into her eyes. He watched them start dancing slowly and progress over the course of several songs until their dancing could almost be called foreplay. Slowly people began to leave, heading back to their dorms and apartments. Allison's friend who was all over Greg waved to Kyle as she left. Now only one resident remained in the house. He was dancing passionately with Allison as. When the party was less than half its maximum and dwindling faster than ever, Allison and Alexander approached Kyle. Everyone was sobering up a bit now. Kyle had been on the couch nearly an hour. "Wait 'till I text you," Allison said "Lock the door when everyone leaves," Alexander told him. Kyle just looked at him. "What do you say?" Allison asked. "Sure, Mr. Richards" Kyle said. "Thanks," Alexander said. Then Allison stepped in front of him and put both hands back for him to grab. She led him to the stairs and began ascending. When she was up a couple steps she moved his hands to her partially covered butt cheeks - even more exposed after dancing. He squeezed them tightly and pushed her up the steps, all of this occurring for Kyle to see. A moment after they disappeared from sight a door slammed. Kyle was shocked. She hadn't even consulted him first. There was no warning. It was probably better that way, though. No time to second guess the situation. But now that he was downstairs and the girl he loved was upstairs with a stranger - in a bedroom! - he was having second thoughts. Not enough to call it regret, but pretty close. As he watched the party continue to shrink he checked his phone. A minute went by and it felt like ten. Ten minutes were an hour. After twenty minutes the music stopped and everyone was gone. Still no text. Thirty minutes after she disappeared he became worried. Not worried that his she might be making love to a stranger but worried that Alexander might be a dangerous person. How could he be so stupid! He let Allison go off alone with someone he didn't even know! Thirty-one minutes had passed; there was no way Allison would make him wait this long. She was in trouble. Kyle stood up slowly. He was torn. On one hand he wanted to sprint up the stairs and save her from a malicious captor. On the other, Allison may simply have forgotten to text him and if he just stormed up there freaking out it would be humiliating. But he had to make sure she was safe, he decided. He walked to the stairs and went up the first step when his leg vibrated. He pulled out his phone. 'One Message: Allis♥n' He opened it and read, 'I luv it. Sp glsd u hd thws idqa. Put on whts in thw bag an com up. Change rigjt there.' He felt relief spread through his body when he found out she was safe. Then fear. It was all really happening exactly as they'd planned. He reached behind the couch and found the bag they'd brought. Heart racing, he dumped the contents onto the cushion next to him. Using his phone to see what he was doing he slowly applied the red lipstick. He'd practiced putting it on thick and neat and the practice showed. Next he put red nail polish on his fingers. This, too, he had practiced. Then he stripped leaving on only the pantyhose and thong. He put on a tight yellow dress that ended halfway down his thighs before stepping carefully into a pair of 6-inch heels. He was ready to go up. He climbed the steps slowly, teetering as he walked. The heels were something he'd practiced, although he hadn't come close to perfecting them. Eventually he made it to the top of the stairs. There was a short hallway with three doors: two bedrooms and a bathroom. Two of the doors were parted, the rooms dark. The other was closed. Kyle approached the closed door and stood still, hand resting on the knob. He knocked. "Come in!" Allison called from within. Kyle went in, taking small shuffling steps. The first thing he saw was his naked girlfriend. Allison was lying belly-up on the bed, looking up so that her head hung off and she was looking at Kyle upside-down. She couldn't stop her face from breaking into a grin when she saw Kyle enter all dressed up. Alexander was on top of her, thrusting slowly but forcefully, grunting softly every time he submerged his penis in her. "Kyle," Allison said in a voice softened by elation. "I love you." Kyle didn't respond but stared wide-eyed at the spectacle before him. Alexander continued thrusting without acknowledging Kyle's presence. "Kyle there's been a change of plans." Alexander looked up now. "You're an even bigger slut than she is," he said. He stopped what he was doing and stood up. "Get on your knees." Kyle pointed to himself looking uncertain. "Yes, I'm talking to you. Your girlfriend already did her part. On your knees." Kyle obeyed. "Close your eyes and open your mouth." Kyle obeyed. A moment later he felt Alexander's warm penis enter his mouth and he recognized the taste of Allison's natural lubrication. Alexander held the back of his head and thrust in and out of Kyle's mouth, picking up speed as he went. Allison was watching from the bed. When it seemed like he was about to finish he stopped and went back to her. He rolled her over so she was on all fours and entered from behind. Then he went back to Kyle who hadn't moved from his spot on the floor. He hadn't even opened his eyes. The alternating continued for a long time. Whenever Alexander felt himself finishing he would switch holes and the small break would be enough to bring him away from the edge. "Come down here, Allison," he said after a while. "Get on your knees next to the faggot." Allison climbed off the bed and got on her knees next to Kyle. "Why are your eyes closed? Open them, weirdo." Kyle obeyed. He looked at Allison and held her gaze and their eye contact didn't break, not even when Alexander put his penis between them and pushed their faces toward it. They held each other's eyes as they licked and sucked his shaft. Their lips made contact as each of their mouths encompassed half the penis's circumference. Then after some time the penis was gone and it was just the two of them kissing, making out, hands on one another's faces and tongues battling. Kyle had just realized that Alexander was masturbating beside them, watching, when he felt the first spurt of semen hit his cheek. As Alexander unleashed his load the tongues battled harder and hands slid up and down each other's faces and bodies faster, more forcefully. Finally it was over. Kyle's and Allison's faces were both dripping with semen. "Time to go," Alexander said. "You have thirty seconds to get out of my house. If you even try to wipe that off your face before leaving I will beat the shit out of you." Afraid of enraging Alexander (no one is grumpier than a guy who just ejaculated) Kyle and Allison stood up and quickly made their way out of the room and down the stairs and out the door, not even pausing to gather Kyle's clothes. They were Alexander's now, to wear or sell or burn. They walked together on the sidewalk, holding hands and not speaking, semen left untouched, drying on their faces. Sunrise was still some time off and there was no reason to ruin the powerful reminder of their fantasy come true. Alexander and Aileen Alexander pushed Aileen against the wall, his hands firm on her waist and her arms wrapped around his neck. They embraced like it was the first time they had seen each other in years. Their lips explored each other's as their tongues did a dance in their mouths. His hands ran up her back under her shirt, his fingers taking in her silky smooth skin, hot with desire. Her fingers ran through his hair, holding his head to hers as they continued to kiss in ecstasy. He moved one hand down to her firm thigh then grasped her ass and pulled her closer to him. He did the same with the other and picked her up against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist and let out a gasp as he moved his mouth to her neck. A loud thud caused them to pause and listen as their hearts thumped a loud beat inside their chests. Another thump and laughter rose up in the hallway outside. Aileen's eyes widened and she pushed Alex away and regained her footing. Her heart continued to beat, not in ecstasy but in fear. Alex, too, was beginning to get nervous. He looked around at his surrounds and took it in. They were in a bedroom with a large king sized bed and a desk. On the far wall sat a table with a computer and a mirror and make up station. Beside them was a door to a large master bathroom and another to a walk in closet. Alex grabbed her hand opened the closet and pulled her in, closing the door as the door to the bedroom burst open. A man stumbled in with a girl on his arm, drunkenly laughing and shouting. Aileen's eyes were wide and her breathing with a hint of whimpers. Alex put his hand over her mouth and shushed her best he could. He turned and peaked out the crack in the door to see the guy lead the girl to the bed and push her down. She giggled and began stripping out of her clothes, tossing them beside the bed. The drunken man also did this then crawled up on the bed above the girl, her legs spread wide apart. They began to kiss as he ran his hand across her chest. The girl moaned loudly and quickly grabbed the man's growing erection, massaging it as he played with her nipples. He pushed her down on the bed and began to grope her breasts with his mouth, his tongue sloppily lapping around her nipples. Alex felt his pants begin to tighten again as his own erection began to return. Seeing another couple ravage each other was turning him on quickly. Aileen hadn't noticed and was still trying to calm down when she felt his shaft starting to press against her leg through his jeans. She turned her head and peaked out the other side of the door to see the man between the girl's legs as his tongue was deep inside her. She let out a loud moan and grabbed his head pushing it into her so his tongue would go further inside her. Aileen felt herself getting aroused, her nipples started to harden and she felt herself getting moist. Her leg started to slightly rub against Alex's now fully erect cock through his pants. Alex pulled his attention away from the drunken couple and looked at Aileen. She was fully enthralled by the couple that she hadn't noticed her own hand was on her chest, slowly rubbing her arm across her breasts. Alex pulled her attention away from the couple, now fully having rough, drunken sex, and kissed her deeply. His hand replaced her arm on her breasts as he rubbed her nipples through her shirt. She let out a quiet moan into his mouth and moved her hand to his throbbing manhood. She began to run her hand up and down the length as he began to kiss her neck once more. She pushed him back against the wall, knocking a few clothes off their hangers, barely making enough noise to cover the loud thumping and moaning of the couple outside. She dropped to her knees and rubbed him more through his pants. The teasing was beginning to overcome him when she put her teeth on the rim of his pants and pulled so they came unbuttoned and then unzipped them. She ripped the pants down; his boxers were tight as his large erection pointed as her face. She pulled his boxers down and his cock with them. After enough force, it broke free from the hold and sprung back up towards her face. She stared for a second; taking in the sight then slowly ran her hands up his legs and to his cock. She grabbed it with one hand and ran the other down to the base then to his balls. She positioned her head underneath him and put her tongue right at the base and slowly ran it up to the bottom of the head and flicked her tongue at the end. He shivered in intense pleasure and leaned his head back against the wall. She opened her mouth and took the head in between her lips and let her tongue dance around the very tip of his head then slowly slid it further into her mouth. Her tongue did things to Alex that he had never knew were possible. She started to take him in to her mouth faster and his hips started to rock with the motion. After a few minutes of this, she pulled him out of her mouth and moved down, flicking her tongue across the very bottom of his sack. She ran her tongue up from the bottom back to the base of his cock and then ran her tongue back up and took him back in her mouth. He pulled out of her mouth and pulled her up to him, embracing her, thanking her for what she had just given him. He slipped out of his pants fully and pushed her against the wall. He pulled off her shirt and tossed it behind him. He took one glance out the door and saw the man had the girl on her knees, ramming her from behind. Alex quickly moved his mouth down her neck to her firm breasts. His tongue found the nipple of her right breast and began to circle it and flick it. He took it in his mouth and lightly suckled it before moving to the other. She let out more gasps of pleasure as he worked on her chest. He began to move back up to her neck and he ran his hand down and under his skirt. He found her bare ass and squeezed it, bringing her close to him. His exposed cock slid between her legs, pushing the skirt against her hot pussy. He moved his hand up and found the rim of her lace thong and pulled it down and let it fall to her feet. His hand pulled her leg up to his side and the other unsnapped the skirt and tossed it aside. He then ran his hand down her stomach and over her smooth mound and over her soft lips. He teased the outside of her wet opening, spreading her juices all over her lips and onto her clit. Her hands tightened their grip on his shoulders as his finger rubbed her throbbing nub. He ran back down and let his finger slip inside her. Her walls were slick and warm, inviting his finger in deeper. He ran it deeper inside then pulled it out and put it back in again. She let out a sigh and put her face into his shoulder as he pushed another finger inside. He worked his fingers around her hot opening until she couldn't take it anymore. She pushed his hand away and grabbed his cock guiding him to her slit. She looked deep into his eyes; the only light in the closet came from the cracks in the door. They stared at each other, their gazes deep with passions. She whispered and it came out barely audible, "...take me." He needed no more instruction and let her guide his pulsating cock into her tight, warm pussy. She bit her lip as he slid it inside of her. Her walls hugged him as he pushed it all the way inside. He pulled her other leg up and she wrapped them around his waist again. He used the wall as leverage and began to thrust into her. Her arms were wrapped around his back; her finger nails digging into his skin with extreme pleasure. Her breathing came out as quiet moans of bliss as his cock slid in and out. He turned her and sat her on the shelf beside them, knocking off shoes to the floor. He didn't care about the noise; nothing mattered anymore except him and her as he plundered her faster. She pulled her legs up and rested them on his shoulders and he pumped her harder. He thrust faster into her; the heat from their passion filled the tiny closet as the noises outside began to get louder. Moans from outside covered the moans from Aileen as Alex continued to fill her with his cock. Her body began to shake with ecstasy as her orgasm approached. Her fingers gripped the edge of the shelf and her back arched as waves of pleasure seared through her. Alex felt her walls tighten around him as he continued to thrust. Not long after her body began to go limp as Alex pulled out and let his seed spray onto the floor below them. He collapsed on top of her, both out of breath and in the slowly fading moments of bliss as their shared orgasms ran their course. After a moment of silence, they heard the drunken couple begin to get dressed, their own sexual encounter ending. Alex picked up her clothes and handed them to her. Before he could pick up his shirt she embraced him again, the kiss more passionate and less lustful. He could feel her feelings in her kiss, her deep love for him. When it broke, he kissed her forehead and grabbed his own clothes. They both got dressed and waited for the drunken couple to leave. They quietly opened the door and came out, shutting it behind them. Aileen's golden hair was a mess and her makeup was smeared. They went into the bathroom and fixed themselves up and walked back into the bedroom. She leaned against the same wall they were on before and he leaned in kissing her again. They didn't speak; she broke the kiss and walked to the door. She put her hand on the knob and looked back, her eyes filled with sadness. He smiled but his eyes also told the truth. She walked out and closed the door behind her. He waited a few minutes then did the same. As he opened the door he could hear the music and laughter from downstairs. He stretched and slowly descended down the stairs. He saw his friends at a table drinking and playing cards. He walked up and they all cheered, not knowing he had been there the whole time. Alex grabbed a beer and turned to see his best friend talking to a group of guys that went to college with him and around his arm was a beautiful blonde. She smiled and laughed, but her eyes were full of sadness. Alexander and Hephaestion Hephaestion pushed open the flap of the tent opening and Alexander turned and looked at Hephaestion with hunger in his eyes upon his lover's entrance. Their eyes met and Hephaestion smiled walking over to Alexander and grasping his forearms and leaning in to him placed a soft kiss upon his soft, full lips. Alexander closed his eyes and then Hephaestion began to pull away but he grasped him firmly and pulled him closer in to him, deepening the kiss. He bit and sucked at his lower lip as Hephaestion opened his mouth and began to massage Alexander's tongue with his own. Alexander moaned with lust for his lover and reached down to rub and squeeze his growing manhood through the soft, red fabric keeping him from his touch. Hephaestion pulled away from Alexander and rapidly pulled his tunic over his head and throwing it into a corner grasped Alexander's purple-edged golden robe, opened it and found Alexander naked beneath. They grinned at each other, knowing they had been waiting for this moment since the last moon. Hephaestion pushed the robe from Alexander's shoulders and let his eyes roam over his gleaming skin, taut over hardened muscle which had been honed in battle. He ran a finger over a long since healed scar that crossed his nipple and then sank to his knees, cupping his lover's heavy sacks in one of his hands and gently rubbing the long, thick length of his manhood with the other as Alexander threw his head back and gasped. Hephaestion began to massage his balls whilst he ran his tongue over the very tip of his cock, taking away the bead of pre-cum that had formed at his slit, and then slowly took his entire length into his mouth and then swallowing to take him deep into his throat. Alexander gasped with pleasure, running his hands through Hephaestion's thick, black hair as he continued to swirl his tongue around the hot, heavy length in his mouth, repeatedly sucking it deep into his throat, before his cock suddenly grew thicker and longer and began to spray ropes of cum into his mouth. Hephaestion kept on sucking until Alexander had stopped cumming and his breathing began to ease. Alexander gradually opened his eyes and looked down at his best friend in wonder -- Hephaestion never ceased to amaze him with his perfect mouth and sultry lips which were swollen from giving Alexander pleasure. Alexander grasped Hephaestion under his arms and pulled him up tight against his body which was now beaded with sweat, kneading his taut buttocks and kissing his collarbone, his neck, and working his way to his cheek and then his glorious mouth. They grasped each other urgently, running their hands over one another, bodies pressed tightly together, feeling the evidence of their deep desire for one another. Hephaestion turned to face one of the carpeted sides of the opulent tent, and grasped the thick, wooden pole holding it up, as Alexander reached for a small bronze basin of oil and dipped his fingers into it before running them over the crevice of Hephaestion's taut and rounded buttocks and then gently around and slowly into the rose of his puckered anus. Hephaestion released a small moan of pleasure at this, pushing his bottom into Alexander's hand. Alexander could wait no longer. He grasped his long, thick, pulsing cock with his other hand and brought it to Hephaestion's entrance, rubbing it against him, teasing him. "Alexander..." moaned Hephaestion, and Alexander began to push his way in, forcing the head through the initial tight ring of muscle and then all the way to the hilt. Hephaestion began to rub his own cock and Alexander brought his own hand to cover it, squeezing and rubbing it in unison with him. They both gasped with pleasure once he had entered fully, and after a few moments when Hephaestion had relaxed a little, Alexander began to move. He slowly withdrew his cock from Hephaestion's hot, tight passage and then slammed back in drawing a shudder from his body. He thrust repeatedly and forcefully into him, unable to hold anything back, his large, heavy balls slapping hard against Hephaestion's bottom, until Hephaestion began to shudder against him. Alexander couldn't hold back his orgasm any longer and slammed his cock into Hephaestion as hard and as deep as he could, jerking his cum deep within his bowels, whilst they both felt Hephaestion's cock further swell and moment later squirt ropes of creamy cum from its tip. Breathing heavily, Hephaestion held onto the wooden pole, while Alexander leaned fully against him, whispering into his ear "Welcome back Hephaestion. I've missed you." Hephaestion turned his head towards the love of his life and, smiling, said, "I love you Alexander." Alexander, hugging him close, smiled a broad, warm grin back at him saying, "I know Hephaestion, I love you too." * This is the first Literotica story I have written and I'd love some feedback from you guys!