I would like to thank everyone for all of the wonderful feedback the I received for part 1, I hope you enjoy this as well. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years of age or older.
Chapter 1
First I should explain the title Pederastic Eromenos this refers to a young male lover. Pederasty is generally erotic practices between an adult and adolescent male, where as eromenos is the young lover. Though this has been documented through out the ages, the most famous of such relationships took place between Roman Emperor Hadrian and his young Greek lover Antinous. This afar ended tragically when Antinous drowned in the river Nilus (Nilus is Greek for the River Nile), but rest assured this story does not.
Too much time had past since Jean and I had last been with one another. After our weekend together, our schedules had kept us apart for the better part of two weeks, an eternity to a horny teenager. I received a call on Wednesday evening, a full ten days since we had parted, it was Jean and he had a wonderful idea. Jean asked if I could possibly skip class the next day and join him in New York where he worked. I could not resist, and quickly devised a way to miss my classes the next day.
Jean told me that he would arrange it to appear as if I was a student interviewing for an intern position with the company. He gave me the address and told me to meet him there at 10am the next morning. I quickly went back to my room and grabbed my assignments that were due the next day and ran across campus to drop them off in my professor's mail boxes. I left a note with each saying that I had to rush home for the weekend that a relative was sick. I stupid story, but what else could I think of quickly, especially since I was not thinking with my brain at that moment.
The next day I awoke early, showered and dressed and headed to get the bus. I took an early one to make sure that I arrived on time. I had to deal with the millions moving about on a crowded work day in the city. I found the office building that Jean was working out of and took the elevator to the 22nd floor. I signed in at the reception desk and was given a visitors pass. Soon Jean arrived to greet me, and for a moment there I almost forgot where I was. Thankfully I could myself as I almost moved in to kiss Jean. Instead we shook hands and he showed me around the place. There were three different board rooms on the floor and it was filled with the offices of the company's executives and it also housed the company's in house legal staff.
Soon we were down on the 12th floor where Jean worked out of, it was sparsely manned as I was told the human resource department had recently moved. It was now used as a training site for the company's IT department and a place where they stuck visitors on long and short term assignments. Jean introduced me to several of his co-workers and then proceeded to actually interview me for the position. It must have worked as soon no one paid the least bit of attention to us.
Jean ended the interview and told me to walk out of his office ahead of him and head for the main doors on the floor near the elevators. A minute or two later he joined me, and directed me to follow him to the other side of the floor. This area was all but abandoned and we quickly went into a small conference room, with Jean shutting and locking the door behind us.
Once inside he took a moment, just looking at me, then he moved towards me and took me into his arms. We kissed passionately for several minutes, as his hands roamed my body. He then had me moved back against the large desk in the middle of the room. Prompting me to climb up, he quickly started to loosen my pants. In no time at all, as if driven by a hunger that I had not seen in him before, my pants were on the floor leaving only my shoes and socks on from the waist below.
Jean took me into his mouth and sucked me down his throat. Our love making had now turned to that of wanton lovers, no more of the extreme gentleness of a first timer. I was able to last a bit longer than the first time he did this to me, but the pleasure was too much and I finally exploded into Jean's mouth. He took everything and left no traces behind.
As I laid there regaining my senses, Jean reached into his pocket and took out a very small tube, then rubbed the contents all around my opening. Jean worked a finger into me, then a second. He was gently pulling my ass opening from side to side, trying to get it ready so his entry would not hurt. What he did not know was that I did not need anything, my excitement was enough. Jean unbuckled his belt, then lowered his pants to just below his ass. He placed his cock at my entrance and without warning entered me.
My joy had returned to me, I felt so good to be joined with Jean again, filled by his love. Jean wasted no time, he was pumping into me like a mad man. He reached out and grabbed into my thighs, clutching them very tightly keep me in position for his love assault. I really loved the fact that I had such an effect on this wonderful man. Soon I heard Jean let out a grunt, reserved due to our current surroundings, as he emptied into me. Jean relaxed his grip upon my legs, and steadied himself, getting his legs back under him. Unfortunately he next pulled out of me, leaving me empty inside once again.
We cleaned up as best we could, Jean had no problem, but I had some of Jean leaking out of me. Jean gave me his wipe, and I used it to line my underwear. Jean gave me a kiss then opened the door to peek out. We were alone, so he motioned me to leave first, and we headed towards the men's room. Once inside a stall I was able sit on the toilet and clean myself. Jean kissed me once more before we walked out of the men's room, but then we had to part again.
Before I left he asked me about that weekend, and I told him that I was free if he was. Jean led me back to the elevators and told me he would call me later that night. I headed out of the office building after our short time together, headed back towards the bus stop, I realized that I had forgotten to return the visitor's pass. On the ride back to school I reflected on our morning together, I was very happy that he had worked me into his busy schedule. As a private joke, I also wondered if this was how a mistress felt, waiting for my man to call ready to me him at a moments notice.
I do not know why I started to consider my role in this relationship, but at the time new things were popping into my mind, sometimes at the most unsuspected moments. When I returned to my dorm, all alone again, I spent the rest of the day in deep thought trying to come to a certain conclusion in my head. The question I needed to answer was, "was I gay", or was it just that I was in love with Jean. Coming from my background were everyone was straight, straight laced more like it, in fact I never witnessed my parents in any sort of sexual activity. This was something that was never even considered in my family's household.
After an early dinner that I hardly touched, my mind occupied by my current situation, I decided to visit the library. Lucky for me, I only had to spend about an hour lounging around before most of the other students filtered out. Once I was reasonable alone, I found a book on human sexuality. Back then there was no internet available, so one still had to sneak around in order to try and find answers. Picking up several large books to cover up my true selection, I headed for a section at the back on the second floor which had desks which were like mini-cubicles for privacy.
I started reading about the history of homosexuality and how it was accepted in many ancient cultures as a norm, and that it was not until recent times in western society that it had turned into a taboo. I read how it was widely accepted by the ancient Greeks, in early Asian cultures and in fact many Indian tribes in Latin America. Next I started reading about culture and law changes over the past few centuries and how prejudices had developed especially in the West and Middle East.
I had gotten caught up in the book for a while when I realized that it was after 8 o'clock and that Jean normally called around 9. I put most of the books back, but hid the sexuality book on top of a shelf so that I could access it later. I went back to my dorm, and soon enough Jean called and asked if I was still available that weekend, always the gentleman. Yes of course was my answer, then Jean surprised me and said that he would pick me up the next night so that I did not have to take the train. He told me to be ready around 8, I said quite moronically "it's a date". Why did I say something so stupid? Jean just laughed and we said our goodbyes.
It was still early for me and my mind was restless so I headed back to the library, thankfully it is open until midnight during the week to allow the students to study, despite the fact that few use the place at night. I went back to my desk and took out the book once again. This time I turned to a section on actual sexual activity. This is where I first learned about what is a top, a bottom and yet how others prefer to be versatile. It said that a bottom is the receptive partner, taking on a submissive role. Funny, I did not see myself as being submissive, yet when I thought about it in the correct context I understood. Personally for me it was just that is how Jean and I shared our private pleasures.
