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The Golden Age

Chapter One: Meeting

My name is Antenor, son of Eteocles, a red fox of the house of Alopex. My story begins when I was 18, and travelled to the city to begin my training as a hoplite. My home was in the hills above the city, about an hours' walk from Likopolis, and I remember that I walked slowly down the narrow road that wound between the small farms of olive groves and vineyards. The cicadas whirred in the hazy golden heat, and as I neared the sea they blended almost imperceptibly into the low murmur of the waves. I had carried loads to the city before, but my father's armour, shield and spear seemed heavier than they were, as if their history gave them a weight beyond mere wood and bronze and steel. Finally I reached the crest of the last hill and the city, my city, lay before me, its white marble and red tiles blazing in the sun against the azure sea.

My family is a noble one, I can trace my ancestors back to the founders of the city who had come from far of Thebes, but I had to work on my father's farm so I was used to toil. Even so I was weary and the heat and dust of the day made me thirsty. I had been gulping water the whole way and despite my thirst was desperate to piss, but I had to hold it, as I had to visit the tree as tradition dictated.

Likopolis is a small city spread across two hills. On one, a rocky outcrop overlooking the harbour, stands the acropolis. The other is the site of the original settlement marked by a gnarled olive tree over three centuries old. This tree is sacred to the city and all the descendants of the original settlers are required, upon entering the city, to go to it and piss on it as a mark of respect. I had done this many times before and as weary as I was my tired feet traced their way to it almost by themselves.

When I reached the tree there were not many people about but a few people had marked the tree a short while earlier. I leant closer to sniff at the scents on the tree and could tell that Demetrius and Myron had already arrived. They were my two closest friends and were to start training that same day. I moved round the tree, sniffing the base, when I came to a large damp patch. I breathed in deeply and the scent hit me. It was a rich smell of piss more intoxicating than any I had encountered, and almost without thinking I leant further in, my sensitive nose actually brushing the damp wood as I gulped in another lungful of the aroma.

I had walked to the city naked except for my travelling cloak and sun hat and I realised I had begun to become aroused. Glancing around to make sure no one was watching I dipped my right paw into the warm puddle of urine at the tree's base, brought it to my nose and took an experimental lick. "By Zeus" I exclaimed, it tasted as good as it smelled. I knew then that I had to find out whose piss this was. Little did I know that I was to find out in moments.

Standing I drew my cloak aside and took a long piss on the tree, a sense of relief flooding through my body as the stream of light golden liquid splashed the trunk and soaked into the dry earth. Just at that moment my uncle, a teacher at the gymnasium, walked up. Lifting his tunic to take out his cock to pee he turned to me. "How are you feeling? Ready to start your training?" He asked.

"I think so" I replied, shaking the last drops off, "I have prepared for this, and father has taught me a lot. I just hope I can serve my city with honour."

"I'm sure you will" he said "The blood of some of our city's greatest warriors flows in your veins." He put his arm over my shoulder as he continued "If I can give you one piece of advice from all my years of training young men it's this: choose your friends wisely. Good friends, or better yet a good lover, can spur you on to noble deeds, but bad ones can easily lead you astray, so be careful."

"Actually uncle, talking of meeting people, could you tell me who this is" I asked, leading him round to the pee I found so arresting.

He took a sniff and laughed softly "Oh, that's Aristarchus." He looked at me and gave me a wink "If you become friends with him I think you may well achieve something great indeed. Come on, let's get to the gymnasium and I'll point him out to you."

The gymnasium was not far from the tree, in the shallow valley between the two hills and beside the main marketplace. As we walked in two men slightly older than me, a lion and a bear, were wrestling, stripped to the fur as everyone had to be in the precincts of the gymnasium. Further over a group of men were chatting, waiting to take their turn practising the long jump. My uncle stripped off his clothes at the entrance and then led me across the courtyard into a second open space, where a group of boys my age stood waiting.

"Antenor, do you see that wolf there, the tall white furred one? That's Aristarchus. Well, I have to go and teach the pankratists. Happy hunting." With this he gave me possibly the lewdest wink I have ever seen and left to go back into the main courtyard.

Demetrius and Myron were there and I went to speak to them. We talked for some time, catching up as I had not seen either of them for several weeks. Finally the flow of conversation lessened and I suggested we go and meet the other boys. Myron and Demetrius went to speak to a trio of jackals. As nonchalantly as I could I made my way over to Aristarchus, who was talking to a sleek black rat. I had no idea what I would say but as I was thinking about this the rat left and Aristarchus turned, almost bumping into me.

He was beautiful. His pelt was soft and the purest white I have ever seen. Even under his fur you could see the curve of his hard muscles, and yet despite his evident physical prowess his amber eyes were kind and didn't contain a single trace of arrogance. Unthinkingly I stretched out my right paw for a handshake. The one I had dipped in piss just a short while ago.

"Hi, my name is Antenor" I blurted out.

"I'm Aristarchus," he said, taking my paw "nice to meet you..." He trailed off, lifting his paw to his nose. His soft black nose sniffed and my heart dropped out of my chest. He looked at me and I frantically tried to think of some excuse, but where I thought I would see anger or disgust I saw laughter, and a smile played across his muzzle, showing his brilliant white teeth. Looking down I saw the bright red tip of his large cock begin to poke out of his sheath, and instantly my own started to harden. Seeing my glance he looked down as well and then straight into my eyes before taking another sniff of his paw. "I hope we can be good friends" he finished.