By Hans Gunner

Disclaimer: The auther does not own the characters from Hercules: the Legendary Journeys. Those characters belong to MCA/Universal and were used without permission. No copyright infringement intended and no money was made.

#1: prop - silk banner
#2: position- standing: being entered from behind
#3: location- a well
#4: clothing - Iolaus' cod piece
#5: person - Iphicles

Tomorrow marks the beginning of the Spring Festival in honor of Persephone's return to her mother's arms. Many people have been making plans for it and I , for one, am excited. I am encouraged by my family and others in town to go off to bard school in Athens in a month because they know I am a prolific writer and that I enjoy telling my stories. I admit I am a little uncertain if that is what I want to do in my life. It has also been reported by a hunting party that Hercules and Iolaus are in the area. They have been invited to the festivities. I hope they come.

Demeter once again has her daughter! It is such a beautiful day! The red silk banner proclaiming the festival is up and people are merry. And, as I hoped for, Hercules is in town with his friend Iolaus. To look at them is to see strength and might. Despite my many words, I cannot quite put it how Hercules looks. He is by far the strongest man in all of Greece, and (should I exclaim it?) the most handsome? There is something about the two heroes that I cannot take my eyes off of. I long for a friendship like the one Hercules' has. I will write more later. Am off to enjoy the festival.

Unfortunately, Hercules and Iolaus have obtained quite an audience and are being touted as this year's honorary kings of the festival. It is impossible for me to get close enough to talk to them. If I am to be a bard it is important for me to hear of the travels of Hercules. Iolaus is quite a man too. He picks up in humor and joviality where Hercules leaves off. Perhaps if I wait long enough I can get them alone for a few moments to talk.

What news! What fantastic glorious excitement! It is late and I fear the glow from my lamp will wake up the household. I am writing in a fury to record all the things my eyes have beheld earlier today. Let me continue.

All day I followed Hercules and Iolaus. I stayed in the shadows and in the back of their crowd. That is until it got late, very late and Hercules requested to retire for the rest of the evening and Iolaus, of course, went with him to the inn. I was about to knock on their inn door when I heard this:

"I thought we would never be alone. I ached to be alone with you all day," Iolaus said from within the room. "What do you say we take a walk by ourselves in the moonlight? The villagers are in their houses, the town is ours."

Hercules replied, "Sounds nice. There is a small field I saw on the eastern side of town. Let's go there."

I heard footfalls coming towards the door and I quickly bolted down the hall. I peered around the corner and saw Hercules and Iolaus going down the steps to the back door. I was careful not to be noticed. I learned from writing the stories of a local warrior that many men have a sixth sense when it comes to being followed. I figured Hercules and especially the hunter Iolaus had that sense, so I stayed well behind them, but never out of my sight.

They did indeed take the eastern path up to the small abandoned field. The moon was nearly full overhead and I could make out their bodies and their voices perfectly on the still night air.

"It's cool for the first day of spring," Hercules said walking the gently sloping hill of the field towards the old well. What really surprised me next was how the conversation turned.

"It could be the first day of winter. I am hot,...for you."

[YES. That is what Iolaus said!]

Upon reaching the well, Hercules leaned back on it. He and Iolaus proceeded to do things I have never even imagined, but yet found very compelling - unable to tear my eyes away.

Iolaus started taking Hercules' shirt off. When he was finished I had a chance to see the mounds of sculpted flesh. Wanting to appreciate what was going on even more, I dared myself to get even closer. My eyes had fully adjusted themselves to the moonlit night and I saw Iolaus run his hand over Hercules' chest. I imagined what he must be feeling - enjoying the soft hairs of his chest. I myself have only begun to develop hair there. Iolaus leaned over Hercules and flicked his tongue over his nipples. The cool air making them stand out in the night. He stroked them with his lips and sucked on them. A sound I can only describe as ecstasy escaped Hercules mouth.

Iolaus knelt down before the half god and started to unbuckle his leather pants. Oh how I wish I could get closer, to be there with Iolaus servicing the great Hercules in such a fashion. I imagined the musky scent Iolaus was breathing - intoxicating him to do even more.

Hercules' pants slid to the ground and it was only a second later that his loincloth joined the pile at the foot of the well. The great Hercules stood before me wearing nothing but his gauntlets and a wickedly delightful smile. Hercules nakedness was really something to behold. He had a build that deserved to be sculpted for all time. His tapered V-shaped torso disappeared into his narrow hips. A trail of brown hairs traveled from his navel to his cock; a trail Iolaus seemed to have traveled frequently. His cock was rising upward with every sighed breath. It looked very fat. His pink cocktip flared like a helmet. His shaft was long and thick and he had a set of balls on him to put a bull to shame.

Iolaus impaled himself on Hercules' erect cock. He ran a hand through his soft pubic hairs and up over his rippling stomach. His other hand pulled and tugged at his ball-sac all the while slurping sounds filled the air accompanied by Hercules' moaning and panting. Cries also escaped from Iolaus's mouth, muffled by Herc's thick meat. His cheeks hollowed and puffed as if he were sucking a great straw.

Mesmerized by the goings on, I hadn't noticed that my own hand had found purchase under my loincloth. I didn't know that the sight of two men could have such a reaction on me. I tried to match Iolaus skill and tempo, but it was fruitless.

Just then something happen. Hercules took Iolaus' hands off of his hips and pushed him down. Iolaus lost his balance a bit from the incline, but stood back up.

"Oh the Gods, you have a wicked mouth on you Iolaus. I almost shot down your throat. But not this time." Hercules quickly got off the well, momentarily standing before the blond then knelt in front of him - eye level with his cod piece, something I had spied earlier myself. He deftly manipulated his belt and pulled the piece off. Next, he buried his head into Iolaus' crotch grinding himself into the other grabbing Iolaus' ass for added pressure as well as pleasure. The outline of Iolaus' thickening member stood out prominently under his pants now that the cod piece was off. With speed approaching Hermes, Hercules had his pants and loincloth off and his cock in his mouth. Trying his best to pleasure his friend, the demigod sucked on Iolaus' tool. Not as graceful as what he had received but definitely as hot and exciting. Before long, Iolaus also pushed Hercules away. What is going on here I thought to myself. Don't gods or even half gods for that matter finish the way mortals do?

"Oh no you don't, Herc. I want, no, need to have you in me," the hunter panted. He helped Hercules to his feet, his cock as stiff as ever. Standing before each other in the moonlight was a sight I would never forget. Vividly, I could see the rise and fall of their chests as they gasped for breath. Their fat cocks throbbing up and down from their panicked heartbeats.

Hercules grabbed Iolaus' shoulder and spun him around. "I aim to please." He grabbed his friend by his hips and pulled him closer. I could make out Hercules' cock stuffed like a sausage between Iolaus' ass cheeks. Hercules moved his hands to caress and massage Iolaus' chest while kissing and gently biting the mortal's neck.

Iolaus' quivered, "Do it now, Herc. I'm going to explode. Fuck me in the ass."

Hercules backed his cock away from Iolaus. He grabbed Iolaus by the hips once again and using his thumbs spread the lovely blond's buns apart. Slowly Hercules positioned his cock at the rim of Iolaus' ass. Teasingly, he rubbed the hot cocktip around the hunter's puckered asshole, and then slowly entered him from behind. Inch by excruciating pleasurable inch Hercules' mighty dick was lost to Iolaus' impatient buttocks. It seems that instead of Hercules' entering Iolaus, it was Iolaus' ass devouring Hercules' cock.

Soon his cock was fully inside Iolaus. Hercules began to buck into him, each thrust brought about a cry of pain/fulfillment to Iolaus and a grunt to Hercules. The demigod's balls slapped into the rear of his friend and companion. While Hercules controlled the action from behind, Iolaus was busy with the front. With his right hand he pumped his own hard cock while running his hand up and down his lover's leg. "Harder Hercules. I can feel every fucking thrust. Harder!," he cried beads of sweat running down his face. "Oh the gods, YES!" I could barely make out the appearance of Iolaus' load shot in the dark. Such power and force behind such a load! It must have landed several feet away.

Wanting to bring his long haired friend to climax, Iolaus matched Hercules' thrusts with some of his own - pushing his ass even deeper onto the fat cock that spread his globular ass cheeks. He caught the rhythm quickly thrusting forward as Hercules pulled back, till only his fat head was wedged in him, then clamping his ass hard to pull him back into his silky chute. "Oh yeah man, fuck my ass. Deeper Herc, DEEPER," Iolaus grunted.

Anxious to oblige his friend, Hercules commenced to pounding the asshole in front of him with everything he had to give. He must have been doing all right because the next thing I saw, he got real stiff. All of the fantastic muscles in his body became hard at once. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he became tense. His balls spasmodically leaped up and down pumping its load into his best friend.

Iolaus' asshole clamped down on Hercules prick like a vise as he enjoyed the payment of Hercules' warm seed deep inside of him. Hercules' kept his climatic shout to a low roar as his body trembled as miniature quakes shook him. His long brown hair now streaked with sweat clung to his face and neck. A rivulet of sweat ran down the cleft of his back when Hercules, spent, finally pulled out of Iolaus. A dollop of come lubricated the exit.

"Oh Herc," Iolaus panted sitting down between the legs of the demigod. "That was the best in a very long time." He looked up at his lover and saw his rapidly deflating cock hanging right above his face. He gingerly reached up and caressed it, coaxing out one last drop of Hercules' dew.

Sitting back on the rim of the well, Hercules allowed Iolaus to dress him, kissing him while pulling his clothes on. Both could vaguely taste the other while their tongues played - I am sure. The hunter pulled his own pants on as each still tried to catch their breath. Fog formed with each exhale in the ever chilling night. With teeth chattering Hercules said they had better go back to the inn before they caught their death of cold. Iolaus said he would keep him warm under the covers. Both smiled and pecked each other on the lips one final time before descending the hill back to town.

I stayed tucked down under myself, for fear of getting caught. The wet spot on my pants a sure sign of what I watched and how much I enjoyed it. The two companions briskly walked down the hill. As I soon as they were safely far enough away, I stood up and made my own way to town and my home. And that brings me to my rushed writings now. The sky is slowly becoming violet in the east, it is early morning and I am still too excited to sleep. Perhaps if I just close my eyes...

I woke up close to midday. I rushed through the house and to the inn, but it was too late. All I found in the room Hercules and Iolaus spent in was the maid - they had already left. I asked when they left, and she replied a few hours after sun up. She also mumbled something about how messy the bed was.

They were gone.

It has been a while since my last writings. I guess nothing has excited me to write so much or as well since I saw Hercules and Iolaus. I leave for bard school tomorrow. My parents and family think I am just nervous about going away for a while by myself, that it is only natural. We'll see. My days and nights are filled with the lovely visages of Hercules and Iolaus wrapped in a lover's embrace.

I decided to stop on the road to Athens and take a small break. The countryside here is warm and spring is in full force. Many flowers are blooming and animals are out and about, looking for a mate probably. Such things always bring my thoughts to how Iolaus had Hercules' cock in his mouth. Kneeling in front of him, expertly massaging the demigod's cock with his tongue and lips. I must stop writing this stuff. I get hard just thinking about them. When I pleasure myself, I just take out the journal entries I wrote during the Spring Festival and imagine I was there with them, no longer watching as an outsider, but as a participant.

No time to fool around now. I already am a half day journey's late. The map my father gave me said that there is some private land up ahead. If I cross that then I should be a full day ahead. Better get going.

Damn! By the gods, I curse myself for cutting across private land! And of all the lands to cross, I had to trespass on Iphicles, the King of Corinth's land! Now I am writing in a holding cell, about to be brought to the king's court to defend myself. Even though word has it the King of Corinth is just, I doubt I will make the deadline to enter bard school now, or the money to pay the fine. A guard comes now.

By all the god's luck, the King of Corinth is indeed Hercules' mortal half-brother! The similarity is few, but they have one thing definitely in common. Iphicles is handsome, extremely so! A strong trait in Hercules' family for sure. That aside, I am ashamed to say that I hadn't enough money to pay the trespass fine and had to hand over all of my writings and stay in the holding cell for one week. It seems that the King was hunting that day and an *unknown* trespasser scared away all of the stag. Needless to say, the prison guard has given me a scroll and quill to write with. I am the only prisoner here so since I'll be in here for awhile, why not write a story. A story that will match the one with Hercules and Iolaus - instead it will be me and the King of Corinth.

My fate has been decided. I will not be attending bard school but rather I'll be the personal secretary to the King! All of this is happening so quickly, I just cannot believe it. I have my own room adjacent to the throne room and Iphicles' room. It is all so wondrous, let me tell you how it all transpired...

I was in my cell scribbling the final touches on my story where I kneel in front of the King of Corinth saluting his flag (if you catch what I mean) and hiding a massive stiffy when two pages came in the jail, following behind them was Iphicles! His royal garments looked great on his attractive frame. His long dark brown hair as gorgeous on him as it is on Hercules. His eyes speaking volumes, but his mouth remained silent. He was carrying some familiar looking scrolls. Here coming towards me was my main character. I stood up holding my scroll over my lap.

"Leave us alone," said Iphicles towards the pages and the jail's guards. "I want to be alone with this prisoner." Iphicles came towards my cell and took a key from his pocket and unlocked my cell door. The door swung open but he did not come in and I did not exit. "Are you the one who wrote this about my half-brother Hercules?"

Taught to face my actions and not to lie or hide, I told Iphicles the truth. "Yes, I did your Majesty."

"And did you see them do this by the well?"

"Yes sir. I did." I was beginning to feel a bit queasy.

"Then perhaps you can show me what they did with each other?" A smile played across his perfect lips and square cut jaw. "If you are not to busy writing that is," he said looking at the scroll I was holding.

Forgetting my hard-on, I lifted the scroll, "You mean this?" I said lifting the scroll. "No I'm not too busy."

Staring at the ever expanding bulge in my pants, Iphicles, the King of Corinth came into my cell and locked the door. He moved his cloak aside and I could see a very large cock in his pants, seemingly bursting at the seams. A small wet spot appeared at the tip of his fat organ. "Looks like your pen is leaking your majesty." What else was I too say?

"You are a writer. I'm sure you can handle a small problem like a leaky pen," he said moving towards me.

I put my hands on his belt and said, "That's not a small problem." He then placed his hands on my shoulder and forced me down on my knees. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed my face onto the hot, thick bulge in his pants. It all came back to me what Iolaus did to Hercules, but now I get to do it to his half brother!

It was a beautiful experience, even if it was my first time, I have Iolaus to thank. After we cleaned up and the King put his clothes back on he asked me what I was going to do. I told him that I was on my way to become a bard in Athens. He asked if that is what I wanted, and I honestly replied I did not know.

"You certainly have a way with words. Would you like to be my *personal* secretary." He stressed the word personal, putting an added emphasis on it that I more than fully understood.

"I would like that very much," I said smiling and wiping the remaining goo off my face and shoulder.

"Of course I would pay you,...daily if you wanted."

"Whatever pleases your Highness," I smiled.

"Good. You will be given privileges other servants do not get. And I would have to have more scrolls like the one you wrote during your Spring Festival. Can you do that?" We got out of the cell and walked to the jailhouse door.

"Yes sir. I am *up* to do the job." This time it was his turn to smile.

"Sounds like we will get along fine. What is your name by the way?"

"Pornicus, sir."

"Well Pornicus, I think this arrangement will be good for both of us. I have to go and get the castle ready." Iphicles and I were walking up the steps leading from the cellar. His ass before me right in front of my face. Gods it looked great, I couldn't wait to get my hands and lips on it.

"Get ready for what," I inquired?

"For the arrival of my half-brother and his friend, of course." And with that he turned around and kissed me on the lips. Smilingly, he said, "You'd also better get ready, Pornicus. I get the feeling we'll be up late."

Like I said, I cannot believe it, but I will be the best personal secretary I can be. Gotta go, I hear the trumpeters announcing the presence of someone. I'm sure I'll be back to write more later. Much more!!

THE END

*Post Script*: No one may archive this piece of fiction under any circumstances without my prior knowledge. Please email me at <GunnerHans@aol.com> for comments, inquires as well as permission to archive. Enjoy you slashers <g>! And as always, I don't own these magnificent characters, nor do I get any money for writing about them. AND, if the thought of guys having sex together turns you off, then you are obviously very simple and closed minded. (Besides, the Greek have been having homosexual sex since recorded time, and I don't see frowns on those guy's faces printed on those vases;-)