Southside Cave, The Kingdom Of Medina, 540 B.C...
Darkness surrounded them the moment they entered the cave, Lycidas had been good and drunk with the effects of the mead taking hold of him and collapsed onto the ground not in the least bothered about spending the night sleeping on the floor of a cave out in the middle of nowhere. He had been far too gone to question anything as Tyrus set to work making a fire for them and hunkering down beside him for the night. They were much too far to make it back with it being pitch black outside and the distance from the main city was a guess at best with their minds and bodies so far out of balance. Tyrus smiled as Lycidas closed his eyes and before long he too felt the onset of sleep that his body had long been denied.
The past six months with no word of his best friend and his father's fairing while they were at war did a lot to awaken a sense of need in Tyrus as he was once more unable to come to terms with the strange twists and turns his life had taken since he'd been a boy getting into all sorts of mischief with his young friend and living long enough to hold glory in battles that he thought impossible to win let alone witness.
Tyrus found himself unable to keep his eyes open for very long and lost consciousness for what seemed like hours before he felt the sudden onset of a cool breeze against his exposed flesh. He briefly recalled that when he arrived he had taken off his dripping wet attire and stashed it where it could dry so that he'd have something to wear come morning. He had graciously done the same for the sleeping Lycidas who had not been bothered in the least about being naked out in the elements.
He began to settle back into his sleep when he felt the warmth from another body press closer to his own and the sound of snoring like that of a mighty bear coming from his side. He continued to remain semiconscious of the world around him as he did his best on instinct to get closer to the warmth that had given him comfort in the wake of the cold air. Tyrus fell back into slumber once again only to feel the soft pecking of well-placed kisses against his exposed flesh and the tightened grip of someone's rather strong arms around his waistline.
The sleeping soldier thought nothing of it at first, something lingering from a good dream perhaps, but the sensation of something hard, warm, and slick being pressed up against the folds of his exposed pale buttocks had given him cause for worry. More of the soft pecking along the flesh of his neck began to give him goosebumps and he could feel his cock becoming aroused at the continued attention his body was receiving from this mysterious source of pleasure.
A groan escaped his lips as he found himself being pressed against the hard warm object that slid rather eagerly between the folds of his buttocks leaking something wet and equally warm in the process. Before he could make sense of it, he found himself being split open via a swift hand and moaned in his sleep at the sensation of whatever it was working its way into and out of his arse as if to prepare him for something.
Tyrus was well and truly enveloped in this strange dream and the pleasures it promised his body should he allow it to continue. His cock rapidly grew hard as whimpers of need passed from his tightly pressed lips. Unable to help himself, he found his free hand a suitable partner in terms of stroking his aching cock as it dripped from need and his desire increased.
The son of Mirus had been significantly aroused and moaning at the sensation of his touch and the mysterious touch that moved along his naked belly. The series of heated kisses seemed to increase and desperation for whoever had been delivering them got to a point where they couldn't hold back any longer.
A sharp and unfamiliar pain filled Tyrus as he found his eyes burst open to assess the darkness of the cave and the source of his extreme sense of pain in the form of his arse being split open like never before as a result of one hard and intrusive thrust inside him. He felt the pulsing of what he recognized to be an enormous cock sinking into his very being and gasped at the sensation of it.
A low growl filled his ears as his mind recognized where it had come from. Lycidas was inside the darkened cave right alongside him. They were both naked from having their clothes stripped off in a bid to get them dry and keep them from sickness. It was shocking to say the least to conclude that an equally naked Lycidas was still very much asleep and possibly believing that he'd been home in bed with his pregnant wife while he shoved his massive cock up the arse of his formerly sleeping best friend.
Tyrus could do little in the way of fighting it as Lycidas had a monstrous grip on his waist and pinned him to the floor of the cave as if he couldn't get his cock deep enough inside him. Trembling both from fear and the result of indescribable pleasure from having his body pounded in such a brutal fashion, Tyrus froze moaning like a whore in heat as his best friend had his fill of him ramming his cock further and further up his arse and igniting something within the struggling friend as his own smaller cock began to spurt seed all over the floor of the cave as if it had a mind of its own.
There was no sense of time in that place, shrouded in utter darkness and unsure of what the next moment would bring aside from the constant heavy pounding he endured via Lycidas ravaging him as if he'd been a maiden, Tyrus could barely keep himself awake as his tired eyes continued to have him shift between bouts of forced pleasure and exhaustion from the events of the previous night.
Lycidas seemed to have no end to his stamina as he continued his rapid thrusts into his friend while pinning him to the floor of the cave. There was no clear indication that he'd been awake nor the fact that he would even remember what he was doing as he growled into the ear of his friend reacting from the relative tightness of Tyrus' arse with each thrust forward. The younger man found himself quite helpless against the tide of lust his friend had been under and merely attempted to hold on for the ride.
It was an altogether strange feeling to conclude that this must have been what every woman Lycidas had taken to bed felt being tossed about and dominated in the wake of his need to satisfy his sexual urges. Tyrus even did a bit of reflecting on his behavior with women and how he'd been just as callous and if not indifferent to how he treated them in the past as well.
Tyrus had not known how long his being ravaged continued but he felt the pulsing of Lycidas' cock before a burst of warmth filled him followed by several others indicating that he had finally reached the point of release but he continued to grip the hips of his friend letting out the small bursts of his seed and ensuring at least instinctively that they remained inside his friend as he intended them to. Once it was well and truly over, Lycidas let him go and rolled over onto his side still snoring like a mighty bear which continued to echo throughout the cave.
Slick with sweat, dirty from the soiled ground, and with the remainder of his friend's release dripping down his thighs and out of his well-used arse, Tyrus passed out only to awaken the next morning before Lycidas who must have had far more to drink than he had the previous night.
Finally taking note of the first lights of dawn, Tyrus set about cleaning them both up and getting dressed. He had not known what to make of what occurred between himself and Lycidas, but he wasn't in the least prepared to acknowledge it even to himself.
Shortly thereafter, Lycidas awoke to the scent of the rain that had begun to fall the previous night and the urge to urinate after a long night of drinking. He scrambled to his feet, not in the least worried about where his attire had gone, and moved to the mouth of the cave where he happened upon a nearby tree and began relieving himself.
Tyrus appeared to have taken a walk to both clear his mind and get his bearings when it came to their surroundings. He happened upon his best friend urinating against a tree and ended up getting an eye full of the very cock that had been shoved up his still very sore arse the previous night.
"Tyrus is that you?" asked Lycidas thinking nothing of being exposed out in the elements. "We must have had quite a few last night at the feast to end up back here in this old cave."
"Something like that.' replied a rather nervous Tyrus.
He had not known how to feel about his best friend as his emotions were currently ranging from pure rage at having been taken like a whore in the night and the desire to have it done a second time after getting a look at his cock in the light of day. Thinking carefully, he decided to play it by ear and see if Lycidas even remembered what occurred between them.
"If it's all the same to you old friend I believe we should be heading back while the storm is light as I've been away from home far too long and last night was a bit much even with all the others drinking their fill," said Lycidas having no recollection of what he'd done to Tyrus at all.
The younger man sighed and decided that if his friend didn't recall it then it wasn't to be mentioned and would save him, the humiliation of having to discuss it. Still, his body recalled every agonized yet tantalizing moment of it. Never in his life had he felt himself release without much effort as when Lycidas had his cock shoved up his arse and it seemed to do him a world of good as of late as far as the tension he'd been feeling while trying to keep everyone safe and fretting about his best friend and father out to war.
"Agreed," said Tyrus trying with all his might to will himself to stop looking at his best friend's cock.
They had become vastly different over the years since they played as boys and that was evident in how impressive Lycidas was when it came to his enticing physique. Tyrus had not seen what all the fuss was about for the women when it came to him until he found himself oddly attracted to his best friend following the events that led to their incidental physical encounter.
Lycidas thought nothing of it as he finished up and went into the cave to retrieve his attire. If his clothing had still been wet it wouldn't matter due to the onset of rain and he was very eager to get home to his wife and something along the lines of breakfast. All activity from the previous night seemed to have worked up quite an appetite for him.
He thought it did a world of good for him to blow off some steam after a long-fought war and spend some time with his best friend, they had gotten to be quite distant as their respective career paths took them in different directions.
"Alright Tyrus...you lead the way," said Lycidas with a smile as he placed a hand on his friend's shoulder and they ventured back toward the path to the main city, the path back toward their respective homes.