My friend Kayle Jameth has been kind enough to share her hot book Alexios's Fate with me so I can shire it with you. The excerpt below is hot. I need a cool shower now. But then again, what could possibly be hotter than a once straight man figuring out he prefers the company of men?
-D. H. Starr
Alexios' Fate takes place in Iron Age Greece at the
beginning of the 5th century BC. That may sound ancient and evoke
thoughts of mud huts and stone tools, but it was actually the Classic Age of
Greece. All the achievements that Greece is famous for occurred at this point
in history. (For you Gerard Butler buffs, my story predates the 300 by nearly
20 years.)
The world that Prince Alexios lives in is exactly what any
man of his age expected. They are closer to their world than the modern man is
and the magic is still present. The gods and their lesser brethren still walk
the earth.
Onto this stage, walk my characters:
Prince Alexios is a young man who has just come of age. He
is expected to take up the duties of a man; chief among these is to take a
mentor. His father further expects him to make an advantageous marriage
alliance when aristocrats didn't typically marry until they were in their 30s.
Needless to say, Alexios is not pleased by this.
King Lykos is from one of the neighboring city-states. He
and a few other kings have been invited to Alexios' coming-of-age celebration
as a possible father-in-law/mentor. His is a mature warrior and statesman, a
true man's man for his era.
Galen is Alexios' slave and has been with him for better
than half of his lifetime. While Alexios has always treated him well, he has
still had a rather trying past few years.
Alexios' Fate is the first story in the Apollo's Men series.
Blurb:
The
mature King Lykos has a sexy confidence that turns Alexios' head. Seduced by
Lykos, Prince Alexios discovers a world of men he's never known before.
Meanwhile his slave Galen has gotten tired of waiting in the
wings. He sets out to woo Alexios and win his heart.
Even Apollo can't leave Alexios alone. The young prince
finds himself pursued by a god and in danger of a perilous love.
How will Alexios follow his heart when he unwittingly wins
the favor of a god? Can Alexios escape the fate of Apollo's past lovers and
have the man he wants?
Excerpt:
After seeing to the fiery steed, he paused to give his own
colt some of the fragrant grass and scratch his ears. The shift in his colt's ears
alerted Alexios to the presence of someone else in the stable. With a final pat
on the withers, he turned toward the intruder, pleased to find Lykos.
Lykos descended on him with fire in his eyes. A shiver raced
through his body as Alexios realized he wanted whatever the older man had in
mind. Once more his cock stirred to life as Lykos swept toward him like a wave
before the storm.
"Ah, there you are. I wondered if I would still find
you here. It took me longer to get away from the others than I would have
liked."
"You followed me?"
"I asked your brother where you had gone."
He crashed down upon Alexios and bore him back against the
side of the stall. The king slipped both hands under Alexios' tunic, grabbed
his ass, and tugged their groins together. Alexios thrust against Lykos almost
before he could get his hands on the hips surging against him like the tide.
"I knew you wanted me. I watched you get hard on the
deck of my ship."
"Maybe that was just the excitement of being on a
warship, naked in front of the whole crew."
Lykos threw back his head and laughed, startling several of
the drowsy horses. "We shall see about that!"
Blunt fingers massaged and parted the hillocks of Alexios'
ass before one probed his hidden valley. Like the advance scout of a conquering
king, the digit explored him with a thoroughness that caught him unaware and
left him breathless. When Lykos' finger passed over his opening, the tip
pressed lightly. His blood thundered in his ears so loud he almost didn't hear
the groan that ripped from his throat.
"Like that, do you?" Wine scented breath played
along his neck. "I'll show you other things you will like even more,"
the dark voice promised more of the world of men Alexios had just discovered.
Alexios allowed himself to be turned until he faced the
wall. Cool air washed over his lower body as Lykos eased his tunic up to his
waist. Something hot and hard slid between his nether cheeks, rubbing up and
down his crack. When the head pushed against his hole, he leaned back. He
wanted more, but had no idea how to go about getting what his body craved.
A deep chuckle vibrated against his back. "Easy. There
will be plenty of time for that. But for now we'll take it slow."
The older man thrust up his cleft a few more times. Lykos
shifted and his cock slipped under Alexios' ass to rub on the sensitive skin
behind his sac. He pulled Alexios' hips back against his groin until the head
of his cock mashed against Alexios' balls. With a groan, Alexios placed his
crossed forearms on the wall and rested his head on them, pushing his hips back
into Lykos' solid body.
Alexios smiled at the sudden hitch in the older man's
breathing. Maybe the control didn't rest solely in Lykos' hands.
"You want me, Prince? I'll give you all you can
handle."
"I think you want me too."
"I'll show you what I want you for!"
Hard hands drifted over his hips and thighs, stroking the
skin and making his body tingle. He pushed back against the strong body holding
him, shoving the head of Lykos' cock into his balls again. Twin moans entwined
in the dark air.
"Squeeze your legs together tightly." The sexy
rumble commanded instant obedience and a thrill shot down Alexios' spine.
Girls had never had half this effect on him when he fucked
them. Why were men so much more arousing? Did he enjoy the take-charge attitude
of the man holding him? Did he prefer hard bodies and firm hands over feminine
softness? The answer to his questions rose ever-proud before him. Precum leaked
down his length and pooled in the dark hairs at the shaft's base.
One hand grasped his hip and held him steady as Lykos drove
his engorged cock between Alexios' thighs. The other hand wrapped around
Alexios' damp cock, gliding up his shaft to squeeze the head with a gentleness
unexpected in hands used to the sword. The firm grip slid back down to the
base, the moist friction heaven on Alexios' skin.
His panting breaths matched the gasps of the older man as he
thrust with growing fervor into the king's hand. Lykos let him set the pace. He
stood while Alexios' hips snapped forward into his hand then drew back against
him, rubbing the man's hard cock over the sensitive skin and into his balls.
"Come for me, erômenos."
With an inarticulate cry, Alexios pulsed out string after
string of pearly cum. Dazed by his release, he wondered how much cum a man
could spend in one day before he ran dry. When the last spasm left him weak, he
slumped back against Lykos.
Muscled arms encircled his waist and kept him upright as the
older man plunged between his legs with increasing urgency. His balls swung
back and forth under the onslaught. Lykos surged forward and buried the entire
length of his cock within the sheath of Alexios' sweat slicked skin. Hot cum
bathed his balls as the man holding him twitched his hips forward in a series
of shallow thrusts.
Lykos' weight on his back bore them both down against the
wall, pinning Alexios beneath the king's larger, heavier frame. Content to be
held in place while their harsh breathing slowed, Alexios marveled at the speed
at which he had yielded to the man.
"You called me 'erômenos.'
I'm not your beloved. You aren't my mentor yet."
Lykos nuzzled the back of his neck and nibbled on his ear.
"Is there any doubt? Theocritus enjoys bringing a youth to heel.
Andronikos doesn't have the taste for taking an erômenos. Philon is too old and his daughters already wed."
After their breathing slowed, the king stirred. Lykos
stepped away from him, allowing his tunic to drop back down into place.
Alexios' cum covered cock and balls grew clammy. He reeked of sex. He hoped his
father and the other kings would think he had indulged with one of the slave
girls. His standing with his father, not to mention his father's plans to
acquire an advantageous alliance, would suffer if any of the other kings
discovered what he had just done. He resolved to garner an alliance with the
man who had just shown him a world he wanted to become part of.
"I believe you are competing in three days. When I see
you there, naked before everyone, I'll remember that you wore my seed."
Alexios endeavored to settle his tunic to hide the evidence
of what they had just done. The cum on his cock and balls made the cloth cling
suggestively to him. He searched in vain for something to wipe the thick fluid
off. After noticing the amusement on Lykos' face, he settled for washing with
some of the water from the large collecting tank. He might not be wearing the
man's seed any more, but the smell clung to him and his clothing.
"Now, my young prince, return to your father's house. I
will remain here a little longer."
Lykos aimed a playful swat at Alexios' ass as he left the
stable.
A knight and a former princess, Kayla Jameth now spends her
time writing m/m romance. A true Renaissance woman, she has done everything
from cross stitch like a proper lady to welding with the best of them. An
eclectic life has left her with a unique understanding of the world inhabited
by men and an appreciation for the difficulties faced by men in m/m
relationships. It is her devout wish that her experiences translate into a
richer telling of such tales. A minor in classical history left her with a
special love of ancient history, especially during the classical period.
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