NOW I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP
by Amorette
A Hercslash challenge response

As places to sleep go, the empty stalls in this barn aren't bad. It's raining outside, a slow drizzle that is sure to last most of the night, and its warm and dry inside. I don't mind sharing with a couple of milk cows and an old plow horse. I just wish I was sharing with Hercules, too. Some of our best times have been in barns, snuggling up in the hay.

Unfortunately, he's off with Iphicles doing some dull negotiating sort of stuff. And me, I'm stuck acting as shepherd for four virgins, of all ridiculous things, four underage girls bound for the temple of Artemis at Delos.

Don't get me wrong. I like women. I just like grown women, not giggling children who aren't even old enough to understand why they are called virgins. These four, two sets of sisters, the oldest not yet fourteen, the youngest only eleven, are not the sort of traveling companions I would chose for myself.

Still, they're not bad girls, just young and silly. Artemis is welcome to them.

Their parents wanted to make sure they arrived safely and the escort they had arranged took sick and I was passing through. Both mothers gave me the evil eye but I assured them, their daughters were safe in my hands, as long as they were young and untouched. I know, some men like them that way but I prefer my partners to be old enough to know what I want to do and why I want to do it.

Mind you, Hercules was pretty innocent the first time I showed him what I had in mind. He was only thirteen and I was two years older and we were in the hayloft in his mother's barn. . .

Not a good thought. I glare at my crotch, telling the boys to shut up and go to sleep. I'm on one side of the rough wall that divides up the last two stalls and there are four sleeping children on the other side.

I shove my shoulders into the straw, determined to find the most comfortable position and go to sleep.

My cock, as usual, as other ideas. Even though I tell him to stop getting hard and stop making me think about Herc laying naked in a pile of straw, all golden skin and long legs, soft hair over that strong chest and that cock of his, big and stiff and mine . .

Damn. I stand up so I can peer over the wall into the adjacent stall. The four girls are sound asleep, curled up together like a litter of kittens. The rain is drumming on the roof, a soft, soothing sound, and there isn't any thunder with this storm.

Sighing, I give in to the inevitable. Hercules thinks I'm insatiable. I'm not but the boys can be. I unlace my codpiece and slip my hand around my half hard cock, which promptly perks up to full attention.

As a precaution, I unlace one gauntlet and slide it between my teeth. There are already bite marks in place. How they got there is a pleasant memory and the boys react to it cheerfully.

Let's see. What are we in the mood for tonight? I cup my balls thoughtfully, my index finger stroking back behind them. My other hand is sliding loosely up and down my cock slowly while we decide what mental exercises seem most stimulating.

Hercules, definitely. We haven't fucked for over a week so he is going to be there. Check. One naked half god, lying on a sandy beach, aroused and waiting. Waiting for. . .aha! Ares.

All right, yeah, that Ares. The God of War. He isn't my favorite person and I'm pretty sure he doesn't like me either but have you ever seen him? Woof. Black leather and black hair, dark eyes made to drown in and those lips! What in Tartarus was Zeus thinking when he gave Ares those full, pouting, made-to-suck cock lips? No matter how fierce Ares looks, how much a full bore, I hate your guts and I'd like to rip them out sneer he gives me, all I ever see are those lips.

Oh, yeah. The boys like that image. I shift my weight so I can press up behind my balls the way I like while my hand starts to get more serious with my cock.

Ares. Naked, too. I like the black leather but for what I have in mind, naked is better. I skip the realistic parts, where they punch each other and snarl, and go right for the good parts.

Hercules on his back, legs wide. Ares kneeling over him, feeding him his cock while Herc gets his lips around Ares length.

Oh, yeah. I slow my hand down a little. We're getting there a little too fast. This is a good image and I'm going to enjoy it.

Let's see. The length of Ares' hair varies. I suppose he doesn't cut it, just decides on any given day how long his hair would be and how his beard would look. Must be handy being a god. So, how long should his hair be? Long enough to fall forward over his face but not enough that it conceals the view. Since Hercules was lying on his back, and his hair was always basically the same length unless he had just gotten it trimmed or let it go a little longer between trimmings, that wasn't an issue. And Hercules is always clean-shaven in my imagination. Otherwise, it gets complicated.

All right. I settle back in the straw, stroking my cock rhythmically, enjoying the way it feels in my hand. Yeah, yeah, I know. So I like playing with myself. I like the soft, velvety skin of my dick, warm and silky in my hand. I like knowing exactly how hard and how fast I want it. Nobody knows a man's cock like the man it belongs to. Now, where was I? Right. Herc on his back, Ares over him.

I can see Ares, eyes closed, his head bobbing slowly over Hercules' cock, cheeks hollowing, as he sucks. He holds his weight on one hand, wrapping the other around the flesh between his full lips, moving it slowly up and down in counterpoint to his mouth.

Hercules has his eyes open and is watching himself suck Ares. His hands are cupped around Ares' ass, squeezing the muscle, his thumbs rubbing lower, over Ares' balls. Ares is holding still so Hercules can't take all of his brother's cock in his mouth. He takes advantage of that, using his tongue.

Hercules has a great tongue. It's strong, like the rest of him, and he can curl it up or make it long and pointed. He can swirl it around one way and then the other and back again.

I gasp against the leather in my mouth, slowing my hand. I play a game with myself, hard and fast for a few seconds until I am just on the edge of orgasm, then I stop, hand at the bottom of the stroke, muscles locked against the pleasure. I repeat it, over and over, until I'm thrusting into my hand and whimpering. My other hand is pressing back under my balls, massaging that spot back there that makes it all feel even better.

Backing off, I switch hands, moving slowly again, resettling myself.

Ares is getting serious, taking Hercules ball deep, making Herc moan around the cock in his mouth. Herc's getting into it, too. Ares spreads his legs wider, lowering himself so Hercules can take more of him.

Herc's eyes are closed now but his expression is dreamy, caught up in the pleasure of that sweet cock. And Ares. . .he has his hands under Herc's thighs, bringing his legs up and open, and he whimpering in pleasure as he sucks and is sucked.

Now it's getting good. I rise up on my knees so I can reach back further with one hand and thrust into the other one. Oh, yeah. Herc and Ares. I tighten my grip, sweeping up and down and up and down and up and down, tugging as I go down, catching the wet, exposed head with my thumb on the upstroke.

I can hear myself moaning but I am keeping it quiet enough that I'm sure the girls can't hear me. Biting down on the guantlet, I decide to go for the big finish.

Iphicles. Naked as a grape. Hard as iron. Dropping on his knees behind. . .who? Ares? Hercules?

Before I can decide, my hand pulls too hard and too fast and I feel that moment, deep inside, when orgasm becomes inevitable. Oh,well. I save Iphicles for another night. A last stroke and I'm coming, spurting on to the straw, swaying with the pulse.

Sighing, I sink back into the straw, spitting out the guantlet. I give my softening cock a last, affectionate squeeze. No sound from my charges. I catch my breath, slipping my guantlet back on before carefully tucking the boys away. A night with Mother Thumb and her four daughters isn't quite up to a night screwing Hercules silly but it will do for now.

I've fucked Herc and Iph and Ares. I know Ares has fucked me and Herc and Iph. I wonder if Hercules and Iphicles have ever gotten it on together? You know, the four of us together would be so hot that Cupid himself would be impressed.

I pat my codpiece. I'll save that fantasy for tomorrow night. Then the night after, I should be back with Hercules and the boys and I can have a real workout.

Yeah, so I'm a pervert. I like whacking off to the image of my best friend screwing his half brother. I like whacking off while four innocent children sleep near by. I like the feel of my dick in my hand and leather in my mouth. But, the boys and I think as we sink into sleep, we are happy perverts.

July 2001