Hedonism in Ancient Rome Part one

I was fine. There was nothing wrong at all. And why should there be? After all, I was the best person in the whole world. Hey, I didn’t say I was the most modest. Anyway, I thought I’d let the rest of you in on a little secret… But shhhh. You know magic right? No, not the easter bunny, or the tooth fairy, or Santa, like real magic, when you and your best friend feel the same thing at exactly the same time, or when you didn’t study for finals and your whole classroom burns down for no reason at all, that kind of magic? Well it’s real. I’m serious. Real magic is real. I learned how to use it properly from a very young age. And ever since I’ve been having lots of fun with it.
It all started when I discovered time travel…

So I was sitting in class, day dreaming about my teacher. He was in his mid twenties, muscular, cute, and had an ass which gave rise to sticky sheets every night. I was thinking about seeing him after class asking him for extra tuition or something like that, just so I could spend more time with him. I wasn’t sure if he swung, but I was hoping like hell. He could spend Sundays at my place or something; and help me with my Classical Studies work. After an hour or two we could have a drink to loosen us up, and he could have another and a few more and we could end up on my bed kissing furiously, him fumbling around the waistband of my Ralph Lauren boxers, ranting about how this normally doesn’t happen with students, and I’d be telling him to shut up and forcing his head slowly down onto my swollen cock. He would lick around the top of it and then drag the whole nine inches down his throat, choking it down, and I would mutter that no first timer could possibly be this good. He’d be drunkenly pulling his shoes and pants off, in a race to get to his hard eight inches, under his white briefs. I’d whip my dick out of his mouth and lie him down on my bed. I’d lie on top of him and pull off my shirt with one hand, massaging his cock with the other. He’d be grunting and begging me to release him from his cotton prison, and I’d kiss him violently on the mouth and tell him to wait. I’d force one nipple into his mouth and then the other, telling him to suck them until they were hard and red. 

Then, finally I’d pull off his underwear, exposing his rigid shaft, dripping with globs of pre-cum. I’d lick them off and he’d moan at the thrill of finally being touched after so much waiting. Then I’d take him all at once in my moth, and he’d hold the back of my head and force him down on his thick knob while jet after jet of pre-cum spat out and down my eagerly awaiting throat. He’d push harder and harder, almost bruising me with the force of his shaved balls slapping against my skin. I’d begin to feel his big balls pull up and his thrusts become even more desperate as he neared breaking point, when I’d stop, and lift myself off. He’d look at me puzzled and I’d flip him over on the bed. The realization of what was about to happen would come to late as a glob of spit landed on his asshole, followed by the purple head of my erect cock. I’d thrust it into his boy pussy hard as I could and make him scream with pain, secretly thanking god that my parents were out for the weekend. And I’d push harder, and as he’d begin to like it more and more he’d push back against me, and fuck me against the wall, throwing me up and down like a bull in a rodeo. I’d feel my own balls drawing up and I’d take one last thrust when – 
“Stop daydreaming and get on with it!” His shouts would bring me crashing back into reality. 

Thankfully I didn’t have to be there much longer. Only half an hour more and I’d be on my way to being treated like a god on earth. I mumbled some kind of apology and slumped back on my desk. Now where was I? Oh that’s right…