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COMMENTARY
  ~000 Introduction
I - THE YOUNG SCHOOLBOY
  ~001 Arrival at Caelian Hill
  ~002 Life at the Paedagogium
  ~003 Monsters and Heroes
  ~004 The Private Baths
  ~005 The Soaps of Cyprias
  ~006 The Treachery of Gryllus
  ~007 Assurances and Endurances
  ~008 The Demise of Trenus
  ~009 The Surprise Inspection
II - THE COURT PAGE
  ~010 Little Donkey
  ~011 Whispering Hope
  ~012 Epigrams for Antinous
  ~013 Books from Maltinus
  ~014 Little Signals
  ~015 Promotion
  ~016 Juvenalis IX
  ~017 A Frothy Idea
  ~018 Evening on the Riverbank
  ~019 Across the Leagues
  ~020 Unprecedented Access
  ~021 Winged Mercury
  ~022 Dinner Guest
  ~023 Causes of Nausea
  ~024 New Pupil
  ~025 Wax, Soap, and Wool
  ~026 Four Daughters
  ~027 Vitalis Atones
  ~028 Futures and Histories...
  ~029 The Triumph of Desire
  ~030 An Image of Antinous
  ~031 The Ride From Rome
  ~032 The Villa at Tibur
  ~033 The Ride To Rome
  ~034 Praeconina
  ~035 Foolish Carisius
  ~036 The Christian Texts
  ~037 Married Pleasures
  ~038 In Tibur, Alone
  ~039 The End of Corinthus
  ~040 Turning Tables
  ~041 A History & Fantasy...
  ~042 A Sad Collection
  ~043 Rafts in a Raging Sea
  ~044 Rome, Home and History
  ~045 A Caravan of Monologue
  ~046 On Favorinus
  ~047 The Flesh of a Metaphor
  ~048 Disquieting Thoughts
  ~049 Purple Reign
  ~050 The Heart of Numidia
  ~051 Stables of the Palatine
  ~052 Hadrian's Deprivation
  ~053 Transcripts and Categories
  ~054 In the Wake of a Paradox
III - THE IMPERIAL FAVOURITE
  ~055 Father of the Country
  ~056 The First Night with Hadrian
  ~057 A Place in the World
  ~058 Hard Resolution
  ~059 Announcements...
  ~060 Keeping Company
  ~061 The Stallions' Ride
  ~062 The Tour Begins
  ~063 On the Isthmus
  ~064 On Grief
  ~065 The Eleusian Mysteries
  ~066 A Playful Wager
  ~067 The Delights of Athens
  ~068 On Receiving
  ~069 Epistle Coming Soon
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IV - THE SEARCHING SOUL
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Phallic Amulets

Wax, Soap, and Wool

Lysicles

So much has happened in the past while that it is difficult to know where to begin, and even then, to find an ample stretch of time to write it!

My visit with Maltinus was delightful. I found him lunching reliably upon the Caelian and we spent a good chunk of the afternoon catching up. I told him eagerly of my arrangement with Decentius and he was very happy to hear of my new avocation, by which he gleefully claimed that I was following in his footsteps. I asked him if I could borrow a wax tablet on which to train my new pupil and he readily agreed, as well as offering me some advice about how to go about helping him to memorize the shapes of the Latin alphabet. And he also impressed upon me how ardently he wished for both myself and Anaxamenos to join he and his family at their home for dinner. I told him to name a day, and he did so. I promised that both myself and Anaxamenos would be there.

Tablet in hand, I took my leave and ambled down toward the markets, for there was another destination I had targeted. As I descended into the bustle, I experienced a rush of nostalgia for my days upon the Caelian – especially because I carried with me the very instruments of a schoolboy! I entered the shop of the soap-maker, Cyprias, and looked around, letting my nose do as much of the exploring as my eyes. Such a luxuriant place it is, Lysicles!

Moments after my arrival, Cyprias emerged from the back of the workshop and beheld me with a broad smile. “Antinous!” he bellowed, and I allowed him to embrace me happily. “Have you come to replenish your stores?” I nodded and replied, “That is indeed my purpose here.” Cyprias turned his head to look at me from out of the corner of his eyes: “No other?” he asked slyly. I laughed at that, and played along: “What other purpose could there be?” He took the tablet from me, set it down upon a nearby table, and then took both of my hands into his. “Pleasure,” replied. His face was earnest and warm, and I could not help but feel a fondness for him. “Indeed, Cyprias,” I said, “that is a very worthwhile purpose.”

He ensured the shop door was locked and then guided me toward the back. I stood in the exact same place as last time, and allowed him to remove my tunic and my loincloth. He gazed upon me as I stood calmly naked before him, allowing him to have his fill of me. “You are taller, Antinous, than last I saw you. And you have broadened. By the gods, look at these shoulders!” And he reached out a hand to encircle one and squeeze it. And then his hand drifted down my chest, down my belly, and into the small forest of hair that had gathered there over the past several months. He took me in his hand and kneaded me, bringing his face to mine. His breath smelled of mint leaves, and I found myself thinking that this man must have access to a very broad array of flavours and fragrances.

It did not take me long to harden at his touch, and, just as before, he soon kneeled down in front of me and took me into his mouth. His hands crept around my hips to grip my buttocks and pull me into him. And then, after a small time, his fingers began to burrow ever deeper into my hole, probing and pushing, desiring to widen and prepare me for what I knew he wanted. And I was easily prepared, for his mouth was warm and luxuriant, and in good time it drew forth from me a gush of modest pleasure.

“I thank you, Sir,” I said as he stood up to face me. And then I turned toward a table piled high with fragrant chunks of soap, put my palm upon it, and bent forward into a great cloud of wafting sweetness. Cyprias gazed appreciatively at my backside for a long time. I knew that he was hardening himself; I could hear his soft breath behind me. He stepped over to a nearby shelf and took from it a jug. He poured out upon his palm a small pool of yellow oil, spread it upon his manhood, and then rubbed the rest into my backside. The sensation of his slippery fingers inside me was lovely.

And then I felt his oiled hands grip my waist, and he pressed slowly into me, allowing me the time I needed to adjust to his presence. I was very grateful for his consideration, and not long after was able to thrust backward into him as a signal that I was ready. His rhythm was patient and deliberate. He sent his hands up my sides and around my ribs; under my pits and over upon my shoulders; down my arms and up again; across my chest and down my belly. All the while he breathed deep and loudly, whispered my name, groaned out the parts of my flesh he was visiting, and leaned forward to kiss the bones of my spine at the base of my neck.

He took his time to climax, but I certainly did not mind. He was a gentle and appreciative fellow; always concerned for my comfort. When at last he gritted and groaned, pulling me tight against his pelvis, I felt his pulsing deep within me and smiled at the thought of the pleasures I had given him. He extracted himself slowly and exhaled. I turned around to face him and saw that he was sweating. He was obviously exhausted. And yet, he was happy. Blissful, in fact.

“O Antinous,” he said, and then said no more. There was long and languid silence, finally broken when he sighed heavily and thanked me. “You are very welcome, Cyprias,” I said, and then together we dressed. He kissed me my goodbye and sent me on my way, ensuring I did not forget my tablet or the two large squares of soap that he had expertly cut and wrapped for me.

As I look over the above passages, it has suddenly struck me as odd that I expend such a considerable effort to detail so exactly what occurs between myself and the people with whom I share my flesh. Why is that? I must believe, Lysicles, that it is a way for me to allow you to share in my flesh vicariously, through the story of others who have possessed it. I hope you are not offended by this, and that you cherish each image of my body as though it were a living bit of matter before you, such that you receive from your private pictures the pleasures as I sought to give them. It is a strange sex we are having, isn’t it? Yet what choice have we?

It was a few days later that I gave my first lesson with Decentius. He was very keen and very intense in his study, and, while I was certainly very patient with him, he made it downright easy for me by the magnitude of his ardency. By the end of our time together, he had committed to memory just over half of the letters of the alphabet, and was eager to learn more. We set a new time for what will be a few days hence.

One final bit of news: Lucius Commodus has used his influence as the Emperor’s former favourite to maneuver his own favourite, Carisius, into a more prestigious position within the Imperial Household. Carisius is now the Keeper of the Purple Robes. To effect this promotion, Commodus was forced to place Carisius above a more senior boy – one who is very well regarded and was widely believed to be the role’s next incumbent. You can imagine how such an announcement has rippled through the Gelotiana. Carisius seems to be losing friends faster than he is making them, despite the constant presence of Servilius, who remains to him blindly loyal as ever. I have a very strong sense of the desperation that lives in Carisius’ heart: he is grasping at hope; reaching far beyond where he ought in order to prove (to whom? Himself, no doubt) that he is destined very shortly to oust me from my increasingly assured trajectory as Hadrian’s favourite. Whereas once I feared and loathed him, I discover more and more that my thoughts of him are coloured by pity.

And such is my report, my friend. Four days hence, Anaxamenos and I are expected at the house of Maltinus in order to dine with he and his family. The two of us are very aware that there is much more in store for us than merely a meal: Maltinus has daughters he wishes to see married! Together we have laughed about it, yet there is nonetheless a seriousness in the eyes of Anaxamenos that suggests it is a distinct possibility. We shall see!

In the meantime, Lysicles, I send to you my coursing love, and urge you to re-read the above lines, replacing the name of Cyprias with your own. And let us pray that one day soon, we shall no longer want for our touch of one another the flesh of a far too imperfect avatar. A.

 
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