This historical novel is set in Ancient Greece. Hercules enlists in the Navy. He may be one of the biggest musclemen in the bunker, but poor Lippos has him beat when it comes to cock size. Lucky for both men, Lippos manages to take Hercules, and Hercules, being a Titan, can take just about anything. In a culture where the tiny penises are prized, Lippos and Hercules are regarded as freaks. Shipwrecked and lost, they find love in each other’s arms.
This excerpt is a double-penetration scene. Thraxos is a boatswain with a curvy body and a highly prized teeny weeny. He admits to the fellows that he likes the big ones in his ass. They are more than happy to oblige.
Introduction to Thraxos:
Hercules’ body was more than double the size of the next most muscular man, Thraxos the boatswain. Thraxos had been blessed with a tiny penis. Women yearned for him, not a brute like Hercules. When Thraxos flexed his legs; his penis disappeared between his thighs. “I’ll bet you wish you had a small one like mine.”Hercules laughed to himself. If Thraxos only knew how good it feels to have a substantial chunk of meat swinging between your meaty thighs!
Chapter Five
At dawn the sailors returned their ship to the sea. They were behind schedule and needed to row for many long hours to reach Andros. They had hoped to reach Kios the day before, but the rocky waters made it impossible to reach the island. Today they needed to reach Andros so they took the straits and headed northeast. A storm blew in, but the ship was built to withstand a gale, so it only caused a little seasickness. Hercules held tight to Lippos as he vomited.The storm retreated and the afternoon light glowed golden off the waters of the Aegean. Night fell, but after a worrisome hour, the lighthouse at Gavrio appeared on the horizon. Within an hour, the fleet of 150 ships beached along the sandy shores.
As the amorous couple searched for a private cove to make camp, they ran into Thraxos, the muscular boatswain. He extended his arm and Hercules encircled it with his mighty paw.
“Khaire, Hercules!”
“Kairos dei,” said Hercules. It was a joke. Although they had seen each other two days prior, Hercules had offered “long time, no see” as his greeting. The two buffed men chuckled.
“Is this the same weak, skinny Lippos who was conscripted to Kratos the ugly?”
“The very same!” Lippos smiled as he took the forearm of Thraxos in his hand.
“But you’re so strong! I’ve never seen someone leave basic training as changed as you are! And we were interrupted so you never finished!”
Lippos shrugged. He had a secret elixir and felt it best to leave it private.
Unlike Hercules, whose chest, arms and legs sprouted a soft layer of blond hairs, Thraxos was completely smooth. His entire body was hairless as marble. With his tiny penis, he was the true ideal of male beauty. As Hercules looked the man up and down, Lippos felt himself stiffen.
Thraxos said, “Man, I long for something like what you two have with each other. I’ve always been alone.”
Hercules, who never minced words, said “Surely, with that striking face and that incredible body of yours you have been with many men.” He put one hand on the man’s sizable rump.
“Many visitors, no long term guests.” Again the two shared a laugh. Lippos joined in.
Thraxos leaned in as though he could be overheard by the sea itself. “I have a confession. I don’t mind my tiny penis, but I don’t like the small ones up here.” He put a hand over his rump. “In fact, I can only enjoy it when it’s so big it hurts.”
Lippos had spread out the blankets and left the two men to flirt. He wasn’t jealous. He knew Hercules was his and his alone. But he could be shared with the right man. Thraxos seemed like a good prospect. He would never be able to take Lippos, but he might enjoy Hercules’s massive pole.
Hercules called to Lippos.
“What is it, Hercules?”
“Thraxos here says he is able to take any size, even you. Do you believe him?”
Lippos shook his head.
Thraxos became more interested. “I only ever saw it out of the corner of my eye. I doubted what I had seen. Is it true?”
Lippos nodded. This whole time, he thought Hercules would end up with Thraxos, but this was different.
“May I see it?”
Lippos shrugged and raised his toga just a few inches to reveal the tip banging against his shin.
Thraxos gasped. “That’s incredible! Let me see the whole thing.”
Lippos was not used to being treated like a prize pony. Most men were disgusted by his monstrous appendage. He raised the toga to his waist, revealing the full length and thickness of his soft penis.
Hercules said, “See, I told you.”
Then Thraxos revealed the bizarre plans he and Hercules had devised. “So, Lippos first, then, once I am accustomed, you will enter me too.”
Thraxos put his head on the blanket and thrust his rump skyward. It was so smooth and hairless, Lippos was compelled to rub the glossy cheeks. Lippos put shortening on his cock as it grew and hardened. He lay on his back while Thraxos pushed his way back onto him, until the head popped past his sphincter. As the muscular boatswain continued to push back, his smooth legs shined in the moonlight. As Lippos filled him, Thraxos moaned softly. He was close enough to Lippos that the boy could caress his smooth chest and pinch his meaty nipples. Thraxos’s tiny cock, not much bigger than a pinky, dribbled fluid from the pressure against his prostate gland.
“We’re halfway there,” Lippos said, as the massive cockhead popped past the colorectal junction. Thraxos shivered with delight. Lippos pushed his way to the end of the sigmoid colon, here he bumped into a wall. Just as with Hercules, any pressure against that wall, which was really the edge of the descending colon, caused Thraxos to howl with ecstasy.
“Oh shit I never felt a man there before. Oh Zeus and all his children! Oh gods!”
Lippos smiled. He felt powerful reducing this bodybuilder to a pile of moaning flesh.
Thraxos used his legs to raise and lower himself a few dozen times, causing both men to grow intoxicated by sex. Lippos liked muscular men, the way they endured pain and turned it into pleasure.
“Hercules, it’s your turn. Come join us.”
Lippos thought they would split the man in two. Hercules didn’t fit. He pushed hard multiple times, but the fat cockhead couldn’t get inside the hole that was so completely stuffed with Lippos’s magnificent cock. Thraxos reached behind himself and grabbed hold of the thick log of flesh belonging to Hercules.
“One, two, three! Push!” As Hercules pushed, Thraxos pulled, until suddenly there was a loud pop as the cockhead found its way inside the man. The pressure against the base of Lippos’s cock felt better than sex. As Hercules wriggled his fat cock deeper, it caused Lippos to spasm.
“Oh Gods! That feels so good.” Lippos wasn’t sure if he had said that aloud, or Thraxos had. Hercules was still applying great force to push past the colorectal valve. When he did, it made a loud slapping noise.
Thraxos leaned forward and kissed the blanket. As Hercules forced the last few inches inside him, Thraxos shot out a load of semen from his tiny prick. He hadn’t even touched himself. Hercules began to thrust, which did two things. First, it brought forth another hands-free orgasm from the muscled boatswain. Second, it made Lippos want to cum. He had thought that being inside Hercules was the closest he could feel, but tonight he felt even closer as together they destroyed this man’s hole. Hercules was kneeling atop Lippos who was stretched out on the blanket. Lippos reached up and licked the furry balls of his lover.
“Oh man! Do it!” While Lippos slurped on Hercules’s balls, he continued to caress the smooth chest of Thraxos. Every time he pinched a nipple, the man shot a load of semen. It was like milking a cow, only the milk didn’t come from the teat.
Lippos couldn’t thrust much from his position on the ground. Hercules sensed his frustration and lay back, pushing Lippos aside so he could twist and get to his knees. Of course with his penis buried deep inside Thraxos, it wriggled and twisted to accommodate the new position. More semen shot from the tiny penis.
Now Lippos was the one thrusting past Hercules. He pulled out and pushed back in, using the head of his cock to stimulate the shaft of his lover. Hercules bucked like a mule. Thraxos said nothing. His eyes fluttered as they rolled back.
“I’ll never feel full enough again,” he wailed. “You’re so thick and so long, both of you! “
Hercules lifted his head and kissed his lover. Lippos, unprepared for the loving gesture, took a moment to reciprocate. Soon, their tongues were as intertwined as their two cocks were inside Thraxos the muscle man. It created a sort of circuit - the two tongues and two cocks connecting the men in shared bliss.
Climax would come for both simultaneously. Lippos licked sweat from Hercules’s brow, which gave him a head rush. Hercules could feel Lippos grow impossibly thick inside the hole they shared. That thickness, Hercules knew, was a signal that Lippos would soon be filling Thraxos with warm white cum. Just thinking about it put Hercules over the top.
“I’m gonna cum!” Hercules grabbed Thraxos by the waist to pull him close.
Lippos said, “Me too. I’m there.”
Thraxos, who could scarcely form a sentence since this had started, said, “Fill me up.”
The floodgates opened for both men. An impossibly large volume of semen splattered Thraxos’s guts. As more and more of the hot sticky cum spewed from the two cocks, Thraxos reached orgasm for the fifth time. It was his biggest load yet.
Still stuffed with cock, Thraxos farted loudly. With the fart came a torrent of cum that soiled the blanket.
Thraxos stood slowly. First Hercules, then Lippos fell from inside him. Another blanket-staining river of semen gushed out of his loose, flappy hole. It was so loose now, it had lips like a vagina. When he pushed the last bit of cum out, his bright red rectum turned inside out, revealing a lump that looked like a bright red sea creature. As quickly as it had emerged, it popped back inside past the grey lips that lined his gaping sphincter. Hercules slapped the man’s ass; it contracted even further.
Exhausted from a long day and intense sex, the three sailors fell asleep, the boatswain and the servant nestled in the arms of Hercules, whose pectoral muscles made a perfect pillow for their weary heads.
