My First Bacchanal

My First Bacchanal by Andrew Grey  2    Author’s Note

Originally figures of ancient mythology, satyrs were half-man, half-goat creatures who were companions and followers of the Greek god of wine and the inspirer of ritual madness and ecstasy, Bacchus. Satyrs lived for sex with all women in general and particularly with fairies. Eventually the fairies disappeared, and satyrs turned their carnal appetites exclusively toward humans. Over the centuries, satyrs bred with humans, resulting in creatures whose appearance varies from the classic satyr to those with only a tail and small horns. As a remnant of their magical past, many satyrs are long-lived and possess a special gift or talent that develops as they grow and mature, such as weaving erotic and sensual dreams as well as nightmares. Over time, it was determined that dream weaving posed many risks and that the dreams of others should be left alone. In order to give satyrs another outlet for their hedonistic tendencies, the monthly satyr gathering, the Bacchanal, was created. This gathering is held beneath the full moon, and most satyrs are drawn to it, driven by an internal need. The Bacchanal is a night of stories, wine, music, and massive amounts of sex, lasting from sundown to sunrise. In keeping with the satyr tradition of storytelling, here are some of the stories of the Bacchanal.

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felt it all at once, the ache, the longing, the drive, I had to have it, I needed it or I’d explode. I’d felt this same way each month at the full moon ever since I’d reached adulthood. You see, I am a satyr and each month on the full moon, satyrs gather for the Bacchanal. A night of wine, women and song. Well in my case, a night of wine, men, and more men, at least I hoped. This was to be my very first Bacchanal and I was going out of my mind with excitement, anticipation, and downright ballbusting horniness. I’d heard about this particular gathering from of all people, my parents. They’d been attending for the last few months and they suggested that I join them this month. Like most satyrs, my parents are really cool with everything sexual, I mean it sort of comes with the territory. The traditional Bacchanal is a monthly gathering of satyrs, usually in a very secluded spot, and they tend to me quite uninhibited and wild. The original purpose of the Bacchanal was procreation, since satyrs can only conceive beneath the full moon, and as we assimilated into a largely human world, an outlet for our naturally hedonistic tendencies. In other words, we were a bunch of horny little buggers and during the Bacchanal we could fuck like rabbits until we collapse. My dad told me that this Bacchanal was different from any other he’d ever attended because most of the satyrs attending were either mature couples or gay. He laughed slyly when he told me this. My father was so cool. The Bacchanal was being held in the woods around a small glittering lake. It was a clear summer night and the last rays of the sun danced off the water. Twenty or so satyrs gathered around a large fire that had been lit on the sandy beach, waiting for the festivities to commence at sundown. Many men had their horns visible, though most have the ability to cloak

My First Bacchanal by Andrew Grey  4    them when in the company of humans, part of our ability to assimilate into the human world. There were tables set up near the edge of the clearing with every kind of food imaginable. Casks of wine and barrels of beer stood nearby as well. As soon as the sun set, the leader of the Bacchanal, along with his mate, stepped into the clearing. The leader was tall and handsome with dark hair, a defined handsome face, and a strong athletic body. His mate was the most handsome man I had ever seen. He was a little shorter, with blond ringlet curls, an angelic face, and rich sun-kissed skin. They both had small goat-like horns, just above the hair line. As a couple, they took my breath away. I was watching the leader, the Baccharist, and his mate, completely lost in thought, when I saw everyone gather around the fire. The Baccharist raised his hand and spoke, “Welcome to our Bacchanal!” The air crackled with excitement and anticipation and I felt my cock grow rigid in my pants. “I want to welcome Jeremy to our gathering.” He indicated where I was sitting and everyone turned and smiled. “As is our custom, we’ll start with some stories so we can share our experiences and our history.” The group became quiet as people shared their experiences or stories they heard growing up. Some of the satyrs shared stories of battles they’d fought in, some shared stories of their village in the old country. I just listened, soaking up their stories like a sponge. The leader’s mate, I found out his name was Cembran, shared a story about fighting in the civil war. It was so cool. When the stories were over I heard music. There were no musicians present and as I listened, the music seemed to come from the air around me. The satyrs started to dance around the fire, a wild, athletic, gyrating, seductive dance. I joined the dancers around the fire and soon I was whirling and gyrating too, the cracking flames seeming to dance along with us. As the beat of the music flowed through me and I bounded and whirled around the fire, I noticed two satyrs about my age who kept

My First Bacchanal by Andrew Grey  5    looking at me as they danced. They were both really cute and I felt warm as they continued watching me. I kept dancing and the more I danced, the hornier I became. Taking a break from the wildly gyrating, primal dance, I walked to the edge of the clearing and got a glass of beer directly from the tap in the large wooden barrel. “Hi.” I turned toward the source of the voice and found myself looking into two pairs of incredible eyes. “Hi.” My cock throbbed in my jeans at the sight of these two hot, sexy male satyrs. They both smiled, the taller of the two speaking first. He had a wonderful European accent. “I’m Dovino and this is Phillip.” “I’m Jeremy.” I shook hands with both of them, their touch sending a thrill through my body. Dovino was an average height with sandy hair, a sweet face, full lips, dark eyes, and muscles earned from hard work. “Is this your first Bacchanal?” I nodded my head, “Yeah. I don’t know what to expect.” Phillip nodded his head slowly. He was shorter than Dovino by a few inches and he was smoldering with sensuality - black curly hair, honey colored skin, piercing eyes. “Well, we usually start by telling stories, then there’s the dancing which could go on all night.” “Oh…” I noticed that unlike most of the men present, these two didn’t have horns showing. Dovino leaned in. “There’s also the shelters.” I looked at them, confused. “The shelters?”

My First Bacchanal by Andrew Grey  6    “For sex.” Dovino indicated one of the three sided shelters in the woods just beyond the clearing. “In the village where I come from, we just go into the woods, but Travis, he’s the Baccharist, thinks the shelters provide more privacy and comfort.” Phillip nudged Dovino, “You’re complaining? We always make good use of the shelters.” Dovino nudged back and I felt my hopes deflating. Everyone at the Bacchanal seemed to be paired up already. I took a drink of my beer. It was wonderful, probably the best beer I’d ever had. “This is good.” I smiled and took another drink thinking to myself, if I can’t get laid, maybe I’ll get drunk. As I emptied my glass, I saw curious looks pass between Dovino and Phillip; they flashed back and forth and eventually they seemed to reach an agreement. Phillip leaned close to me. “Dovino and I were wondering if you’d like to join us?” Did I hear him right? I looked alternately at both of their smiling faces. Dovino slipped his arm around my waist, “Yeah, would you join us for the night?” I nodded slowly and Dovino took my glass, setting it on the table. I felt Phillip slip his arm around my waist as well and they both led me toward one of the shelters. “How long have you been together?” I was looking forward to some fun with these two incredible guys, but I really wasn’t interested in being a home wrecker or anything. Dovino nibbled on my ear as we walked, “About a year or so.” An involuntary shudder rippled though my body. “Have you ever done this before, I mean, added a third person?” I was really curious. Phillip nudged my hip, “No, we’ve talked about it, but we haven’t met anyone we wanted to include … until now.” We reached the shelter, Dovino and Phillip ducked inside and I followed. It was pretty basic -

My First Bacchanal by Andrew Grey  7    three walls, a roof and a padded mattress on the floor with a lot of fluffy blankets and pillows. It seemed incredibly comfortable. “Lay down, Jeremy.” Phillip’s voice was now low and husky. I did as Phillip instructed and they lay down next to me, one on either side. Dovino kissed me hungrily, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as he feasted on my lips. I felt Phillip’s hands opening the buttons of my shirt, pulling the fabric aside and a pair of lips attached themselves to my nipple, sucking gently. I moaned softly into Dovino’s mouth, my hands reaching to his waist, pulling his shirt up his body. He stopped kissing me long enough for me to pull his shirt over his head, and then his lips were back, pulling on mine. Phillip added his lips to ours and we explored each other’s mouths in a three way kiss as our lips and tongues jockeyed with each other. Phillip drew back long enough to pull off his shirt and then his lips joined ours again. Phillip captured my mouth, running his tongue along my teeth while Dovino’s sweet firm lips nibbled and pulled on my ear, his tongue teasing my earlobe. I was hearing all sorts of moans and whimpers and I realized they were coming from me. I ran my left hand down Dovino’s back and into the waist of his pants while I slipped my right hand into the back of Phillip’s. I was feeling both of their hard firm butts at the same time, it was decadently delicious. “Ooohhhhh,” I felt a hot hand on the front of my jeans and I sucked in my breath as the first button popped open, then the second. With a tug, the remaining buttons popped and my cock sprang free of its denim prison. The hand wrapped around my leaking throbbing cock, stroking gently as fingers brushed against my balls. The lips on my ears moved away and Dovino grabbed the cuffs of my jeans, tugging firmly. I lifted my butt and the pants slipped past my hips and slid off my legs. Phillip was nibbling on my neck as I raised myself up, taking hold of the waist of Dovino’s pants. Opening the catch, I slid down the zipper and Dovino’s pants fell around ankles. His cock was a hard, beautiful, uncut masterpiece and it was shaved completely

My First Bacchanal by Andrew Grey  8    smooth. Dovino stepped out of his pants as I leaned forward, nuzzling his shaft with my lips. Opening my mouth, I took the pink mushroom cock head into my mouth, sucking gently, swirling my tongue along the shaft. Dovino moaned softly as I slid my lips down the shaft, thrusting gently into my mouth as I heard Phillip’s pants fall to the floor. Taking Dovino down my throat, my nose pressed against the smooth skin at the base of his cock, I felt hands on my cheeks, pulling them apart. Lips and fingers stroked along my crack until they reached my private opening. I moaned around Dovino’s big cock as Philips’s tongue swirled around my butt before pressing inside. My ass opened up and Phillip thrust his tongue deep into me, using it like a hot wet cock. I was whimpering steadily now as Dovino fucked my mouth with his cock while Phillip fucked my ass with his tongue. The tongue in my butt disappeared and I was disappointed until I felt the head of Phillip’s cock. He leaned over my back, whispering in my ear, “Okay?” I nodded as I sucked on Dovino’s now steadily leaking cock. My tongue tingled and my butt stretched as Phillip pressed into me. Since condoms aren’t needed since satyrs are immune to human diseases, I felt the unsheathed head of Phillip’s cock push past my sphincter and then the shaft slide into me, inch by glorious inch. Adding downward pressure to Dovino’s cock, he settled on the floor in front of me, resting on his back. Philip thrust deeply into me as I lifted Dovino’s legs, exposing his tight, puckered hole. Dovino stroked his long, big cock while I leaned forward, tonguing his sweet ass. His pucker pulsed as I ran my tongue around his quivering, hot hole. Phillip picked up his pace as I thrust my tongue into Dovino. Each time Phillip filled me with his cock, I thrust my tongue into Dovino. Dovino was hissing through his teeth as I tongue fucked him, I was whimpering as Phillip fucked me, all the while Phillip kept moaning loudly as he rammed his cock into my ass.

My First Bacchanal by Andrew Grey  9    Dovino’s breathing was becoming shallower as I licked my way from his ass to his balls and up his shaft before taking him down my throat. Dovino bucked furiously deep into my throat before gushing his release into me and letting his cock slip from my mouth. Dovino then turned around, slid beneath my body, and took my cock in his hot, wet mouth, sucking me down to the root. Phillip was now pounding into me with complete abandon, fucking me hard and I could feel my balls contract as Dovino sucked me deep down his throat. Phillip rammed his cock into me and moaned loudly as he shot like a rocket into my rectum. Dovino in a masterpiece of timing sucked me furiously and I poured my release down his throat. I collapsed on top of Dovino as Phillip slid from my body. After rolling off Dovino, two set of lips found mine and we kissed hard and long, pulling on each other’s lips and thrusting our tongues, while their hands soothed my weak, spent body. As my breathing evened out and I became aware of my surroundings, I again heard the beat of the Bacchanal music. “Jeremy,” I looked into Dovino’s lovely face, “let’s dance some more.” We slipped on our pants. As I grabbed my shirt, Phillip tapped my arm indicating I was to leave it. Phillip then took my hand and led me back to the fire. The blaze was still roaring and the flames continued their dance as the primal rhythm took hold of our bodies. This time, I let Phillip lead me around the fire as the music took hold of me and carried me away on wings of post orgasmic joy. After we’d whirled around the fire a few times, Dovino joined us, taking my free hand just as Phillip released his grip. Dovino spun me around the fire in a tornado of near euphoric energy. I could feel my blood boiling and my cock stirring back to life. As we danced, I saw Dovino nod and smile at Phillip. I knew some message was being conveyed, but the music had made me too high to care. Dovino and I danced until Phillip grabbed Dovino’s hand and he released

My First Bacchanal by Andrew Grey  10    mine. I stepped back, my breathing ragged and my cock throbbing in my pants. I watched the two of them dance together for a minute before heading to the food tables. I was ravenous and started to eat. All my favorite foods were there on the table and I ate with a gluttonous fervor, before moving to the beer keg, filling a glass and downing it in four large gulps. My stomach satisfied, the music called me back to the fire and Phillip grabbed my hand again, pulling me toward a dark section of the lake. Phillip pulled off his pants before quickly removing mine as well. He then took me by the hand and pulled me into the water. My body tingled as the cool water enshrouded my hot steaming skin. “Are we going swimming?” I moaned as I threw my arms around Phillip’s neck, wrapping my legs around his waist. Phillip’s hands supported my butt as he lowered both of us into the water, dunking our heads under the surface before raising us up again. “No, this is just to cool us off and to get you ready.” I rested my head on Phillip’s broad shoulders, “Ready for what?” Phillip whispered in my ear, “You’ll see. Dovino has a surprise for you.” Without waiting for me to answer, Phillip carried me out of the water and back to our shelter. Dovino had hung a small lantern in the shelter and it cast a warm glow. Phillip set my wet body on the blankets. Phillip straddled my body, his cock near my mouth. I smiled when I saw that his cock was shaved smooth just like Dovino’s. “Oooooo.” Phillip moved forward and I opened my mouth. His cock slid effortlessly down my throat. It wasn’t as big as Dovino’s, but it tasted sweet and salty at the same time and I took everything he fed me. Phillip rocked his hips gently as he languidly fucked my mouth.

My First Bacchanal by Andrew Grey  11    I heard Dovino enter the shelter and I felt his hand stroke my cock. Then I heard a soft buzzing sound and I jumped slightly as I felt something cold at the base of my shaft. Phillip whispered, “Relax, that’s Dovino, he’s going to shave your cock and butt.” I shivered involuntarily and my cock throbbed as Dovino tightened his grip on my shaft, the clippers traveling around my balls and inner thighs. Dovino then lifted my legs and slowly clipped the hair in my crack and around my hole. The cool clippers sent little shivers though my skin wherever they touched. Phillip noticed my reaction, “If you think the clippers feel good, just wait until he shaves you.” I moaned around Phillip’s cock as the clippers traveled over my twitching hole. Dovino lowered my legs and Phillip pulled his cock out of my mouth. “I want to fuck you, Phillip.” “Then get me ready.” Phillip shifted so his butt was over my face and I thrust my tongue into his hot, wet hole. I felt Dovino spread cool shaving cream on my crotch, sending tingles of delight through my body. Dovino rubbed my stomach to cool my excitement before he started shaving. I thrust my tongue deep into Phillip’s butt as Dovino used long steady strokes to remove the hair from my lower stomach and cock. I was moaning and whimpering as Phillip ground his ass into my face and Dovino slowly and agonizingly shaved my balls, the razor’s kiss making my skin throb wherever it touched. Who would have thought shaving could be so incredibly, erotically, mind blowing? After shaving my inner thighs, I felt a warm cloth move over my skin, soothing and removing the last of the shaving cream. Phillip lifted himself up, resting on his back on the padding, and whispered in my ear, “Roll over.” Rolling onto my stomach, I squatted with my ass in the air and my face in Phillip’s hole. As I licked a finger, Dovino spread shaving cream on my ass and into my crack. I pressed a finger into Phillip as Dovino started to shave again. Slowly, teasingly, the razor scraped the hair from my butt as Dovino slowly worked his way across the cheeks and

My First Bacchanal by Andrew Grey  12    down into my crack. I was moaning loudly and Phillip was whimpering as I fucked him with two slicked fingers. “Dovino, are you almost done? I want him to fuck me.” Dovino said nothing and I felt the razor move across my pulsing hole. Next I felt the warm cloth caress my skin as the cream was wiped away. Then Dovino surprised me and I felt his slicked hands stroke along my cock. I whimpered as he got me good and slick. Quickly, I shifted my body, positioned the head of my cock at Phillip’s hole and pushed forward. I was too far gone for delicacy and I rammed my cock deep into his body. I heard Phillip’s breath catch as I buried my cock to the hilt. After a momentary pause, I started thrusting into him with long powerful strokes until I felt a hand on my butt. Slicked fingers pushed into me and I sank deeper into Phillip and held still. A second later, Dovino pressed into my body. My ass stretched as his big cock pushed deep into my body and Dovino and Phillip made a Jeremy sandwich. I started thrusting into Phillip and Dovino held his body still so that whenever I withdrew from Phillip, I’d impale my ass onto Dovino’s long thick cock. When I’d thrust into Phillip, Dovino’s cock would withdraw. My head was throbbing and spots danced before my eyes as I fucked and got fucked at the same time. This was a first for me, but I hoped it wouldn’t be the last. Our moans, whimpers, and groans filled the small shelter and spilled into the woods beyond. Dovino reached up and turned off the light and we were bathed in a blanket of complete darkness. We could see nothing; we could only feel each other’s bodies and hear each other’s passion. My hands stroked Phillip’s chest and legs while Dovino’s fingers pulled and rolled my nipple. Phillip whimpered softly, “I’m gonna …” Dovino took charge, “Not until I say, then we all come together.”

My First Bacchanal by Andrew Grey  13    The thought of a three-way climax set my blood boiling and I could feel my balls churn. “Dovino, soon, please.” “Not yet … not yet … Now! “ Dovino thrust deeply into me and I pounded into Phillip. I could feel Dovino filling my ass and I geysered into Phillip, his ass contracting around my cock as he came with a groan. My head was spinning and I did my best not to collapse on top of Phillip even as Dovino rested against my back. I felt Dovino withdraw and pull away from my body. I was then able to withdraw from Phillip. Kneeling together, I wrapped one arm around each man’s neck, hugging them close to my body and kissing each in turn. By now, the music had changed; it was softer, more flowing and its long notes washed over us. Dovino got to his feet. “Follow me.” Phillip and I got up and followed Dovino to the shore of the lake. Without stopping he walked into the cool water and I watched as Phillip followed. Dovino took Phillip in his arms and the two men embraced lovingly. For the first time that evening, I felt like an intruder. I stood at the edge of the lake and watched as the two beautiful men kissed each other passionately. I turned slowly and walked along the shore to find my pants. As I was putting them on, I felt two pairs of hands on my body, then a pair of lips were on mine and another pair of lips were sucking on my hard, sensitive nipples. Phillip whispered between kisses, “Where were you going?” “I didn’t want to intrude.” I felt as though something had changed, and it had. I got a glimpse of what I wanted. Not just the sex, but the passion and love that they’d shown each other in the water. “You’re not intruding, we want you.” I looked from Phillip to Dovino who nodded. I wasn’t sure what they meant, but just then Dovino laid down on the dark, cool sand, lifting his legs, “Come here, Jeremy.” Dovino tapped my leg and I knelt between his legs and entered him with a

My First Bacchanal by Andrew Grey  14    long, steady, thrust. Dovino’s tight butt held my cock in a vice grip as I pulled back and then thrust forward. Phillip lowered his cock onto Dovino’s mouth and I watched with rapt attention as Phillip’s cock disappeared down Dovino’s silken throat. I started to move inside Dovino, his intensely hot body gripping me tightly. My mind wandered to a place of absolute euphoria and I felt my cloak slip away from me. This was something that I rarely allowed to happen. I knew that my horns were visible near my hair line and I could feel my small tail tickle my butt as I thrust into Dovino. Phillip pulled his cock out of Dovino’s mouth and stood up in front of me. I took his cock into my mouth. Phillip’s fingers rubbed my head around the base of my horns and I whimpered softly around his cock as I pounded into Dovino. Dovino was whimpering and moaning loudly; I was slurping Phillips’ hot cock while he groaned each time I took him to the root. Phillip withdrew from my mouth and spread his body over Dovino and thrust his cock down his throat, fucking his mouth with complete abandon. Then I could see that Phillip had let his cloak go as well and his horns shone in the reflected firelight when he threw his head back, coming with a roar down Dovino’s throat. Phillip then lifted his body and sat on the sand near Dovino’s head, kissing him deeply and licking the come that had spilled out of Dovino’s mouth. I felt by balls start to throb and I came hard for the third time that night, filling Dovino butt as he started to buck and grind against me, coming in streams on his stomach. Slowly, I withdrew from Dovino’s body, resting on the cool sand next to him. I was so exhausted, I could barely move. Phillip kissed me softly, then kissed Dovino, then kissed me again before helping me to my feet. “Come with me.” Phillip took me by the hand, and led both me and Dovino back to the shelter, stopping only to pick up our pants along the way. Once in the shelter, Dovino and I settled onto the soft cushy pillows that covered the floor. Phillip opened the wooden box in the back of the

My First Bacchanal by Andrew Grey  15    shelter, taking out a thin blanket, before settling next to me and covering all of us with the blanket. I fell asleep with my chest pressed to Phillip and Dovino’s chest pressed to me. In the morning, I woke in the same position that I’d fallen asleep which was very unusual for me - I usually toss and turn all night. Dovino and Phillip were both still asleep and I didn’t want to wake them, so I relaxed and nuzzled Phillip’s neck gently. “Mmmmm,” Phillip moaned softly and contentedly, “morning, Jeremy.” “Morning, Phillip.” He turned his head to give me a kiss and as we started to shift, I felt Dovino grind his now hard cock into my butt. “Morning, Dovino.” I heard a slight chuckle as he ground his cock into me again before rolling away, slipping on his pants, and quietly leaving the shelter. He returned a few minutes later, dropped his pants and climbed back into bed. I laid between these two incredibly loving, caring men and felt sad and lonely. Today I’d go home with my parents and they’d go back to their lives. Slowly, I got out of the bed, pulled on my pants, exited the shelter, and walked down to the edge of the lake. The fire had burned itself out. The food, wine, and beer were gone. They disappeared at daybreak when the spell that created the Bacchanal was broken. The sun shone brightly on the surface of the lake and I could hear birds chirping happily in the trees. The rest of the revelers were waking and gathering their things together, smiling at one another and talking brightly and cheerfully. I saw my parents step into the clearing, holding each other’s hands, looking as happy and contented as I’d ever seen them. As I watched, I saw the Baccharist, Travis, and his mate emerge from their shelter and enter the clearing. He looked around and spied me sitting near the edge of the lake.

My First Bacchanal by Andrew Grey  16    He said something to Cembran who smiled and nodded and then he walked in my direction. I turned back to the lake and looked out over the rippling water, jumping slightly when I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Jeremy,” his voice was calm, smooth, and soothing, “I spoke to your parents last night, they told me that you have a way with animals.” I nodded slowly, “I seem to, but we live in the city, so it’s kind of hard.” Travis sat next to me on the sand. “I know. I can also tell you have other gifts, some you aren’t aware of yet.” His expression was friendly but kind of serious, like he knew best. I turned and looked into his eyes, “How?” I was so confused and didn’t know where he was heading. “Knowing the gifts of others is one of my gifts. Jeremy, I asked your parents if it would be okay if you came to work on the farm. We have herds of goats and sheep and we need some additional help. Would you be interested?” I couldn’t believe my ears. “Sure, I’d love that.” Dovino and Phillip came out of the shelter and walked toward us. Travis turned to them, stood up and smiled. “Morning, guys. Jeremy here,” his hand clasped my shoulder, “will be joining us on the farm. Is it okay if he stays with you? We can add a room onto your quarters if we need to.” I turned around just in time to see the sly smile and the twinkle in Travis’s eyes before he walked back to Cembran. Dovino and Phillip were grinning like cats. wondering that the joke was.

“What?” I asked,

Phillip leaned forward and helped me to my feet. “Come on.” He led me back to the shelter where we grabbed our clothes, got dressed, and

My First Bacchanal by Andrew Grey  17    put everything away. Phillip and Dovino then led me through the woods to a small rustic house. “This is where Dovino and I live.” Phillip opened the door and we stepped inside, entering the living area. It was furnished with three comfortable chairs, a small dining table, and in one corner was a small kitchen. As I looked around Dovino took my hand and led me to a door on the far wall. He opened the door and led me into a nice sized bedroom with a king size bed. Dovino pushed me back onto the bed and started removing my pants. By the time my pants were off, Phillip was already naked and climbing on the bed. Dovino followed a few seconds later. “Jeremy,” I turned to look at Phillip. “Dovino and I are thrilled that you’re going to be working on the farm. As Travis said, another room could be added to the house, but Dovino and I want you to share our bed and our lives.” I was shocked and a little confused. Yes, I liked them both very much. More than I’d ever liked anyone after such a short period of time. “How do you know me well enough?” Dovino snickered softly, “Did you see the look on Travis’s face when he said we could add a room?” I nodded. “He knew that an additional room wouldn’t be needed. Travis was telling us we were meant for each other, all three of us.” “But how?” Dovino smiled, “Travis knows, he always knows what will make other satyrs happy. It’s just one of his many gifts.” Dovino slipped his arms around my chest, pulling me gently back onto the bed. His lips pressed to mine and I felt Phillip’s mouth encircle my cock, drawing it deeply down his throat. I moaned into Dovino’s mouth as Phillip took me to the root before lifting my legs and licking his way from my cock to myopening.

My First Bacchanal by Andrew Grey  18    “Yeah, Phillip, oh man.” His tongue thrust deep into me, opening me up for him. Fingers penetrated my butt, first one, then two, and finally three, spreading me wide. Phillip rested on the mattress on his back, “Ride me Jeremy.” I moaned softly as I straddled Phillip and sank onto his cock in one swift, smooth movement. Dovino knelt next to Phillip’s mouth and slid his cock down his throat. Phillip slid his mouth around Dovino while he bucked energetically beneath me, bouncing my entire body on the bed. “Dovino, I want you too.” His eyes snapped to mine and I leaned forward. Dovino slipped behind me and I felt his cock on top of Phillip’s. Then he pushed forward, along side Phillip and into my willing, hot body. The two men moved together fucking me in unison, both cocks at the same time, the three of us moaning and whimpering with each and every movement. Their two cocks filled me to the brim. I knew this couldn’t last and it didn’t as I felt both Phillip and Dovino erupt together, filling my ass with their collective release. Slowly, Dovino withdrew and then Phillip. I collapsed on my back on the bed. Both of these beautiful men who would now be sharing my life put their lips to my cock, one on each side, and they ran their lips up and down my shaft before taking turns swallowing my cock, first Phillip, then Dovino, then Phillip again. My release barreled up my shaft and I cried out, shooting ribbons onto my chest. Collapsing back on the bed, Dovino and Phillip licked my chest and stomach clean before bringing our lips together in a shared kiss. Dovino whispered softly, “We’ll take that as a yes.” All I could do was nod in agreement. We continued kissing and stroking each other’s skin. Eventually, Phillip was the first to stir. “Guys, I think we need to get busy. We have chores to do and the sooner we finish the sooner we can go swimming.”

My First Bacchanal by Andrew Grey  19    We got dressed, kissing through the process. Once we were all dressed, Dovino and Phillip walked down to the barns while I went to find my parents. I needed to go home to pack so I could start my new life here on the farm, with not one, but two new lovers and friends. Grinning to myself, I walked down the path to the lake. Damn, how lucky can a satyr boy get?

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Andrew Grey grew up in Western Michigan with a father who loved to tell stories and a mother who loved to read them. Since then, he has lived throughout the country and traveled throughout the world. He has a Master's Degree from the University of Wisconsin - Milwaukee and works in information systems for a large corporation. He considers himself blessed with an accepting family, fantastic friends, and the world's most supportive and loving partner. Andrew currently lives in beautiful, historic Carlisle, Pennsylvania.

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My First Bacchanal by Andrew Grey  22    ©Copyright Andrew Grey, 2008 Published by Dreamspinner Press 4760 Preston Road Suite 244-149 Frisco, TX 75034 http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/ This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the authors’ imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental. Cover Art by Dan Skinner/Cerberus Inc. [email protected] Cover Design by Mara McKennen This book is licensed to the original purchaser only. Duplication or distribution via any means is illegal and a violation of International Copyright Law, subject to criminal prosecution and upon conviction, fines and/or imprisonment. This eBook cannot be legally loaned or given to others. No part of this eBook can be shared or reproduced without the express permission of the publisher. To request permission and all other inquiries, contact Dreamspinner Press at: 4760 Preston Road, Suite 244-149, Frisco, TX 75034 http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/ Released in the United States of America September, 2008