The prefect's purse VI : Herod Agrippa : Part 2

With Vilmes’ face pressed gently into my privates, his fingertips lifting each bollock to plant a kiss, then laying his lips on my cock tenderly, I scanned the Warm Room’s antechamber. The floors were of a fine geometric mosaic, the walls had simple but expensive paintings interspersed with clever plaster work. Only the dark alcoves around the chamber and the doors to the bathing rooms or services areas provided a means of evading detection or escape.

I could tell as I watched the young athletes amble from the various connecting rooms that they weren't always exactly aroused by the attentions of their older patrons, but they looked great, and we all knew it. I especially liked the way their strategically tightened modesty towels were draped to show off their hidden packages. I also noticed that these youths had wondering eyes. But of course, just like their counterparts throughout Rome’s empire, they were far too busy admiring one another's toned bodies, smooth, slender asses or carefully defined, semi-limp tools to notice anyone or anything but themselves. Least of all that they gave me a right old hard-on.

Vilmes stared up at me, plainly thrilled with the response made by my cock. He was so into it, he hadn't even noticed the dim peering wonderment around us as the clientele paraded between the rest rooms and the bathing rooms. Before I could stop him Vilmes was bent over in front of me and retracting my foreskin so that he could lick the exposed knob. Then pulling the skin back over the glisting head he swallowed my cock almost completely. I nearly gasped, I was so surprised and confused and apprehensive. My stifled breath also concealed the utter delight his throat had given.
‘best not,’ I said, trying to lever Vilmes from my cock. His face showed a child’s petulant disappointment, so I quickly added, ‘Not here.’

Vilmes angled round to look at the huddled little groups of by-passers trying to discern what was going on. He sniffed at them, but patted my leg in agreement. ‘Turn round and I’ll scrap off your back,’ he said rather louder than necessary. It seemed to satisfy the nosy groups. It also gave me a chance to relax out of my erection. 

‘You had much to do for the Prefect recently?’ I asked, trying not to sound too professional as an interrogator.
Vilmes held his tongue, as though concentrating on getting my back cleared of oil. ‘A bit. Why do ask?’ he eventually replied.
‘There seems to be a lot going on at the moment. I just wondered why.’
Vilmes deflected my defence with an attack, ‘You’re part of this Alcibiades’ murder.’
‘I was there, yes,’ I said trying not to sound deceitful. ‘I have a personal interest.’
‘He was of interest to a lot of people.’
‘Meaning?’
‘He was a good man,’ Vilmes turned me round, ‘generous too.’ He searched my eyes in the alcove’s half light and asked, ‘Have you any ideas who was behind it?’
An interesting choice of words for what could have been a random killing, or a lover’s rage. ‘I’m learning more all the time, mate.’ I said, then added, ‘fancy a dip now?’

Steam veiled the warm room’s entrance, and the floor tiles even there began to sear the souls of our feet. I stopped a slave to ask for slip-on sandals. The boy looked down at our feet, puzzled perhaps that we had only thought of this now, but he was certainly sizing us up with a master’s skill.

‘Your slave, Rudio, sent in a new pair for each of you.’ The boy smiled the carefully weighed smile of a professional sex worker. ‘I believe these are for you Centurion,’ he said to me retrieving the sandals from a little screened off office by the entrance door. ‘And these,’ his smile turned into a grin as he caressed the sandals with his lips, ‘are for you, master Vilmes.’

Vilmes snatched the sandals, but gave the boy’s ass a smart tap as he walked on. ‘Sweet.’
‘A friend?’ I asked sarcastically.
‘Jealous already?’ Vilmes countered.
‘Could be,’ I told him. ‘Why?’
‘You make me blush, Centurion.’
‘I doubt that, my man!’ I laughed. But whether it was the heat or an unimaginable modesty, Vilmes was definitely blushing.

The water in the pool too was hot, its warm embrace rose up to envelop us. Vilmes gazed at our reflection in the water a while, before he felt my hands against his back driving him down toward the haze covered pool. We slipped into the water together and immediately sucked in a deep breath. The pool’s oily lights were mirrored on the water’s surface, so I could just about sense them along with the dark trunks of a forest of human bodies as I went underwater with my eyes tight shut. I felt Vilmes bob down right in front of me. As I rose to the surface, I felt him grab my thighs and try to pull me back down. Gasping, I went under once more, and we wrestled each other briefly beneath the water. 

When we couldn't breathe, I used my knees to slip away from him, but only a short distance, no more than an arm’s reach. Vilmes caught my arms and drew himself after me within seconds. He grabbed me by the waist and tried to pull himself down to my groin level. I stopped him, pushing him away, I looked at the selection of patrons, pimps, punters, prostitutes and the odd person here for nothing more than a bathe. When Vilmes cam back to the surface, I threw a mock punch on his chest. He stared at me, then he too looked around, before he could get back into a position to molest me again I bear-hugged him into submission. 

The firm sure prodding of cock made me look down at his dick. It looked inviting. A short, impressively thick pole rubbing against my belly demanded much more of my attention than before. I hadn’t thought it possible, but I wanted to take Vilmes right there in the middle of a public baths. 

Vilmes chuckled to himself, then he pulled away from me and waded back toward the pool’s steps. I tried to hold out, but the heat of the water was too great so I followed him. Vilmes grabbed me at the waist, he picked me up, and hoisted me up from the water onto the steps beside him. I kicked back a little, almost as an instinct, then I relaxed and even enjoyed feeling another man hold me in his powerful arms and draw me up to his the chest. 

I grabbed his buttocks and squeezed them. His ass was firm, taut muscle covering a sturdy mass of bone. There was a slight reaction to my hold, but only momentary. Vilmes’ face had flickered with something like fear or distaste, but looking at me me it softened and he hugged me in a wrestle hold until we reached our modesty towels and sandals at the edge of the pool.
‘You trying to trying to get us nicked on a public morals charge?’ Vilmes chided me and giggled into himself. He roared out loud when my jaw dropped at his sheer audacity. ‘So why are you so interested in the Prefect. You can’t place him in the Alcibiades’ affair!’
‘Can’t I?’ I asked, hoping he wouldn’t read through the lie. Whether or not he did see that I was only fishing for information, he threw an arm around my shoulder in camaraderie as we walked and he talked.
‘The Prefect loved Alcibiades, like almost everybody who met him.’ Vilmes fell silent, as though reflecting on what he’d said. ‘He’s not above the odd political assassination, old Valerianus Gratus,’ he went on, ‘but it would take a bigger reason than some petty local to prompt it.’
‘Like Herod Agrippa, you mean?’

Vilmes went quiet again, but this time to try and assess me. His look said he doubted I could know anything, and the look was right, but my steady, impassive stare made him laugh.
‘Not here,’ he whispered to me, giving that same shifty glance that the Prefect’s slaves had when I’d questioned them. ‘Here!’ Vilmes hailed a carrier boy trolling by with a vase full of cooled wine. ‘Two,’ he said, not bothering to ask if I wanted a drink. He knocked back his draft, then put out his empty cup for a refill. Despite the sour looks of the slave, who was no doubt under strict instruction to offer only one free drink per customer, Vilmes got his second cup. I sipped some of the wine then diluted it further under the trickling water of a nearby font. Vilmes knocked back his second cup in one slug, but he too took a few cups of water at the font. ‘Now I need a slash,’ he confided.

We ambled away from the heat of the warm room and headed toward the cool room, but detoured along a narrow corridor to a plain but clean closet.

Vilmes emptied his bladder, and I took advantage of having a good slash as well, mainly to size up this rather too convenient little convenience. ‘In here,’ Vilmes muttered as he watched me shake off the drips of piss. He sauntered over to a curtain, pulled it back, and walked into a store. ‘This place is only used rarely. Well, at least by the regular clientele.’ He grinned at me.

After slinking passed another doorway, this time through a heavy wooden door, we came into a compact, rather plain, but no less functional set of bathing rooms.
‘For the staff,’ Vilmes sighed, then casting his modesty towel and sandals aside, he cried out aloud as he ran for the pool, ‘mostly!’
‘You’re moonstruck, baby. Totally barking,’ I yelped as I too stripped, then dove into the chilling water after him.

He grabbed me at the back of the knees, twisted me around his body, and threw himself on top of me. There wriggling over me, under me, and around me, we kissed.
I pressed his head hard against mine in a deep throated, tongue to tongue kiss before I pushed him back under the water. I turned around and swam toward the side of the pool. When his gasping splashes finally caught up with me, I grabbed his nutsack and compressed it. 

His dick swelled so violently it seemed ready to bust. He grappled with my head and shoulders, forcing me to let go of his balls as he pushed me under the water, his pulsating cock striking my forehead and his legs opening to accommodate my head. 

I opened my mouth allowing water to enter along with Vilmes' cock. I kept him in my mouth only a short while, before I had to come back up to breathe. My face nestled in Vilmes’ belly and bumped against his chest as I came up. 

Struggling to regain a good hold on the back of my head, he forced me up on his lips. And sliding his tongue once more into my open mouth, he melted into me. Already out of breath when he squeezed me to him, my heart felt as though it would explode. 

Without much persuasion I relaxed my butt as he ran his fingers up and down my asscrack. Lingering at my hole, Vilmes fondled it but didn't try to enter. He tipped me back into the water, driving me over to the poolside steps. And placing his hands under my hips to keep me afloat, he angled in toward me to consume my nipples. The warmth of wet breath on my chest and the way he folded into my body made me shiver against the cold water lapping around us. 

Vilmes made a fantastic arching splash as he peeled away from me without warning and dove to the bottom of the pool. I kicked against the side of the pool and swam toward him beneath the surface, my arms outstretched, ready to take possession of him. He spotted me and tried to swim away, but I was faster than him. I grabbed him, and tugged him back to me. He came half-way then struggled free, his silky smooth body slipping through my fingers. Yet, as he struggled, I managed to embrace his firm butt. Again he tried to push away, but even using his feet against my legs, he couldn't. I choose to bob Vilmes up and down in the water, then finding a good foothold I hoisted him up to slam him back into the water. 

He looked at me with a fiend-like determination, then starting to grind his body onto me, his solid dick traced through my spreading legs, and rubbed against my ass. Vilmes kissed my chest and nibbled at my neck. I could tell from the turgid pulse of of dick that he was more than aroused, he was horned up to spew. 

I sunk down beneath the water, licked his bollocks and sucked in his straining cock, then I spat water over his belly as I came up to claim a kiss. With his hands tracing across my body I turned my back to him, opened my asscrack, and trembled as I felt his tongue lick down my spine to stab at my asshole. I pulled Vilmes’ head in, grinding my hole on his expert tongue. I could feel him yank off his cock, while he buried his face in my crack, his quick, firm gyrations moistening my asshole, leaving me grasping at emptiness as though longing for air. 

Vilmes’ grabbed my right leg with one arm, his hard dick poking me, and he rubbed himself frantically against me like a sex starved dog. ‘Let me in, baby,’ Vilmes mumbled, his mouth fully occupied with my asshole, his tongue slipping inside my puckering lips. 

I was bewildered, amazed at Vilmes’ expertise, and perhaps even more shocked by my willing reactions. But excited as I was at the same time, I did as I was told.
He moved away from me slighlty, and to one side, to work on my twitching cock with one hand, yet his lips remained still firmly glued to my ass. He seemed to like this better, for he groaned in a low rumbling chesty voice as he stroked the whole length of my swollen cock and slowly kissed my asshole.

I pushed his head deeper into my ass and I too groaned, but out loud, the sound echoing this crazy sexual pleasure along the rafters of the seemingly deserted pool.
‘My turn,’ I said, curling around and slamming Vilmes against the pool’s edge. As I went I squeezed his dick, massaging it under the water. He closed his eyes, sinking down a little to keep himself from coming too soon. I swam behind him, forcing my blood-surging cock between his legs. Not to force penetration nor to toy with his hole, but to drive him back toward the poolside once more.
Eagerly he climbed up halfway on the ledge, his upper body lying partially on the cool mosaic base, his butt projecting out into the water. 

I lowered deeper into the pool so that I could embrace his muscular legs, placing delicate, nibbling kisses along his hamstrings and the back of his thighs. I made wider circles with my tongue as I worked my way up toward his butt, laying greedy bites on each sphere of his ass. Prying the cheeks of his ass apart, I pressed on them hard, working my tongue along the inside of the buttocks and then down to the deep cherry-red cunt nestling secure at the centre.

To be continued...