The Family Way
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charisstomaTitle: The Family Way.
Author: charisstoma
Content: Anteros is the child of Poseidon and Nerites, both male gods of the ocean. He grew up as a playmate of Eros, need I say more. Here he’s visiting his Papa, ostensively to ask for information from his parent on an uncomfortable subject.
Word count: 1002
The young man walking along the shore picked up the shells, weighing them in his hand as he looked inside each, trying to find some trace of the former inhabitant. He didn’t notice the arrival of the other young man perhaps because the wind blown from off the sea had pushed his hair into his eyes.
“Finding what or who you’re looking for?”
A smile graced the face of the snail gatherer, “I have now, Papa. How is Dad?”
“Oh, he does as well as can be expected. We had an argument the other day, which is why,” taking some of the shells from his son’s hand, “you are finding so many of my shells up on the beach. He forgets the power he has over the waters when he‘s angry.”
“It’s Helios again, isn’t it. Did he offer to let you drive his chariot again. You know how that makes Dad angry when he thinks someone will take you from him.”
“Your father worries needlessly. Didn’t I get turned into a snail for his sake instead of becoming Helios’ ‘charioteer’ for riding.”
The younger man grimaced while fluttering his wings, “Papa. Eros is saying that Aphrodite is my mother and Ares, my father. I wouldn’t go hunting with him after that,” he sighed, “and now I’m not getting laid.”
Nerites snorted, “Your ‘brother’ into that kind of kink, is he? You’d think with his mother being who she is that he could pick a better role play model or at least a better plot.” Shaking his head, “Just for your information, your father, Poseidon, and I still love each other very much and no I’m not telling you the story of how you came about. Somethings are private and you’ll have to figure out how to create your own baby with Eros without any information from me. Speaking of which, the argument between your father and I, was about just that. He’s feeling frisky. If I’m not careful he’ll be pushing in and out of my shell all night.”
Anteros gave a whine, “Paaaapaa.” while covering his ears which drew laughter from his other father.
“How did you expect to ask me how to create a baby if you can’t stand to hear any sex talk from me?” Nerites’ eyes twinkled thinking, ‘the young are so young. The blush is most becoming, Eros should really be here to see it.’
“You know the trying is the best part until you have the baby in your arms that is, then the trying gets scrunched around that little one’s schedule. It’s worth it but babies can be such prescient little things. You’re just getting to the good part of lovemaking and they wake up and want feeding or changing or burping or, this is the worst, are bored and want to be entertained. That last takes the longest to satisfy before you can get back to doing what you were doing and by then the mood is gone. It’s a good thing we love you or ‘you’d’ be in a snail shell someplace eating kelp for dinner.”
Plopping himself down on a rock, “And babies don’t like to share. The time your father tried to nurse on my other nipple while you were feeding,” a roll of the eyes before Nerites broke into snickers. “Your father forgets all that.”
Anteros, god of requited love and punisher of those who scorn love and the advances of others, stared at his Papa. “You’re just trying to frighten me, aren’t you? This is why you and Dad were arguing; because you didn’t want to make another little person like me?”
Outraged, “No. That’s not why.. I just.. Shit. I curse you to be the one who has to nurse your baby and get up with him and change him and have your sex life put on hold until the baby sleeps through the night.”
With a heavy sigh Nerites looked out to sea, “I have to go get ready. Your father said he’d found a particularly good wine from a ship wreak.” Pointing an accusing finger, “You will have to help me chose a good name for little whatsit when he’s born. Pray it’s not twins or your father will be upset that he can’t belly up to the bar and you‘re babysitting.”
“Love you Papa,” was answered with a giggle and a kiss.
“ I love you too,” was returned before Nerites crawled off back into the ocean.
Anteros waited a half an hour before a particularly large wave came in. “It’s all set Dad. Have a good time and name him something good, no twins.”
Poseidon looked at his son, “But he’ll produce more milk with two, they’ll fall asleep, entertain each other and then he’s all mine to nuzzle, suck, and fuck. I learned with you. This time I’m doing it right. Thanks for the help son. Give my best to Eros.” Then he too followed a wave back into deeper water leaving behind a bottle with a rolled up scroll inside.
***
“What’s that you have there?” asked his lover as he came into their home carrying a green sea glass bottle.
“Something my Dad left on the beach for me,” he dropped it onto the table beside Eros before he went to take a bath to wash off the salt.
‘The nice thing about being a god is never having the water go cold on you unless you want it to,’ was Anteros’ thought as he lay back closing his eyes in the basin large enough for two. A smile crossed his face as he felt his lover ease in behind him to slip one hand to the head of his cock to play, the other lifting him up and setting him in just the right place for a slow pleasure filled slide down. They had a lovely long romantic time of it and Eros was most happily diligent following all the directions that were written on the scroll. Poseidon wanted grandchildren.
Author: charisstoma
Content: Anteros is the child of Poseidon and Nerites, both male gods of the ocean. He grew up as a playmate of Eros, need I say more. Here he’s visiting his Papa, ostensively to ask for information from his parent on an uncomfortable subject.
Word count: 1002
The young man walking along the shore picked up the shells, weighing them in his hand as he looked inside each, trying to find some trace of the former inhabitant. He didn’t notice the arrival of the other young man perhaps because the wind blown from off the sea had pushed his hair into his eyes.
“Finding what or who you’re looking for?”
A smile graced the face of the snail gatherer, “I have now, Papa. How is Dad?”
“Oh, he does as well as can be expected. We had an argument the other day, which is why,” taking some of the shells from his son’s hand, “you are finding so many of my shells up on the beach. He forgets the power he has over the waters when he‘s angry.”
“It’s Helios again, isn’t it. Did he offer to let you drive his chariot again. You know how that makes Dad angry when he thinks someone will take you from him.”
“Your father worries needlessly. Didn’t I get turned into a snail for his sake instead of becoming Helios’ ‘charioteer’ for riding.”
The younger man grimaced while fluttering his wings, “Papa. Eros is saying that Aphrodite is my mother and Ares, my father. I wouldn’t go hunting with him after that,” he sighed, “and now I’m not getting laid.”
Nerites snorted, “Your ‘brother’ into that kind of kink, is he? You’d think with his mother being who she is that he could pick a better role play model or at least a better plot.” Shaking his head, “Just for your information, your father, Poseidon, and I still love each other very much and no I’m not telling you the story of how you came about. Somethings are private and you’ll have to figure out how to create your own baby with Eros without any information from me. Speaking of which, the argument between your father and I, was about just that. He’s feeling frisky. If I’m not careful he’ll be pushing in and out of my shell all night.”
Anteros gave a whine, “Paaaapaa.” while covering his ears which drew laughter from his other father.
“How did you expect to ask me how to create a baby if you can’t stand to hear any sex talk from me?” Nerites’ eyes twinkled thinking, ‘the young are so young. The blush is most becoming, Eros should really be here to see it.’
“You know the trying is the best part until you have the baby in your arms that is, then the trying gets scrunched around that little one’s schedule. It’s worth it but babies can be such prescient little things. You’re just getting to the good part of lovemaking and they wake up and want feeding or changing or burping or, this is the worst, are bored and want to be entertained. That last takes the longest to satisfy before you can get back to doing what you were doing and by then the mood is gone. It’s a good thing we love you or ‘you’d’ be in a snail shell someplace eating kelp for dinner.”
Plopping himself down on a rock, “And babies don’t like to share. The time your father tried to nurse on my other nipple while you were feeding,” a roll of the eyes before Nerites broke into snickers. “Your father forgets all that.”
Anteros, god of requited love and punisher of those who scorn love and the advances of others, stared at his Papa. “You’re just trying to frighten me, aren’t you? This is why you and Dad were arguing; because you didn’t want to make another little person like me?”
Outraged, “No. That’s not why.. I just.. Shit. I curse you to be the one who has to nurse your baby and get up with him and change him and have your sex life put on hold until the baby sleeps through the night.”
With a heavy sigh Nerites looked out to sea, “I have to go get ready. Your father said he’d found a particularly good wine from a ship wreak.” Pointing an accusing finger, “You will have to help me chose a good name for little whatsit when he’s born. Pray it’s not twins or your father will be upset that he can’t belly up to the bar and you‘re babysitting.”
“Love you Papa,” was answered with a giggle and a kiss.
“ I love you too,” was returned before Nerites crawled off back into the ocean.
Anteros waited a half an hour before a particularly large wave came in. “It’s all set Dad. Have a good time and name him something good, no twins.”
Poseidon looked at his son, “But he’ll produce more milk with two, they’ll fall asleep, entertain each other and then he’s all mine to nuzzle, suck, and fuck. I learned with you. This time I’m doing it right. Thanks for the help son. Give my best to Eros.” Then he too followed a wave back into deeper water leaving behind a bottle with a rolled up scroll inside.
***
“What’s that you have there?” asked his lover as he came into their home carrying a green sea glass bottle.
“Something my Dad left on the beach for me,” he dropped it onto the table beside Eros before he went to take a bath to wash off the salt.
‘The nice thing about being a god is never having the water go cold on you unless you want it to,’ was Anteros’ thought as he lay back closing his eyes in the basin large enough for two. A smile crossed his face as he felt his lover ease in behind him to slip one hand to the head of his cock to play, the other lifting him up and setting him in just the right place for a slow pleasure filled slide down. They had a lovely long romantic time of it and Eros was most happily diligent following all the directions that were written on the scroll. Poseidon wanted grandchildren.
