The Gay Icon Classics of the World by Robert Joseph Greene Page B

they arrived, Falleron presented Ibsen to the waiting mayor. “Feast your eyes on this,” said Falleron and, without notice, tore away Ibsen’s loincloth to reveal a large flaccid penis whose proportions were large even in its relaxed state. Ibsen, embarrassed and confused, quickly grabbed his cloth to cover himself. “He shall more than do, Falleron. Good job,” said the mayor as he started to escort them into the tent. Ibsen recalled their childhood foray into such a tent years ago and refused to go. Falleron, angry beat Ibsen furiously until he cried. “You shall do as I say or our friendship shall be no more! “ Falleron yelled. Ibsen wiped his face and, as always, obeyed
    As the mayor was announced to the noble, Ibsen took center stage. “My fair Roman nobles and statesmen, I bring you a man of such exquisite endowment that you’ll think I have dressed a stallion as a human.’ The crowd, once boisterous, looked at the simple mayor in wonderment. Just then, Falleron pushed a sobbing Ibsen to the Mayor. “Feastyour eyes and mouths on this!” the mayor said. Taking his cue, Falleron pulled the loincloth once again from the sobbing Ibsen and revealed his treasure. The crowd gasped and immediately became aroused upon being touched, but only in action, not emotion, and the crowd fell into sexual excitement in which Ibsen inactively was a part of even to the point of ejaculation. Ibsen did not like it and didn’t want any of this to happen.
    Falleron, too, fell into the crowd but with a distinct mission of finding someone who would be more than useful to him. From that orgy, he had found a rich old merchant named Laudius who wanted to take him back to Rome as his lover. Under the guise of study, Falleron was released into the possession of the merchant and left for Rome immediately.
    Ibsen knew nothing of this deal as he saw Falleron on a cart leaving the village. “Falleron!, Falleron!” cried Ibsen chasing after the cart. “Where are you going?” Falleron looked back and replied “Away, forever!” Ibsen ran to catch up to the cart and finally managed to hang on, only to be tossed by Falleron. “Obey me, Ibsen. Don’t try and find me. Make a life for yourself for once!”
    If Falleron thought his life would be happy and complete in Rome with his new lover Laudius, he was sadly mistaken. Laudius was married to an ugly shrew of a womanwho gave Laudius reason for his frequent travels. The villa was much smaller than Falleron had anticipated but his biggest problem was Laudius’ wife who ruled their home with an iron fist. Falleron was banished to the slave quarters, which had lower standards than Falleron had at home.
    Falleron made the best with what he had and focused on his studies. He quickly made a name for himself at the gymnasium and study halls. His wit and talents were talk about by many scholars, writers, and philosophers. He was often invited to parties and gatherings and, of course, he included Laudius in these functions. He knew not to bite the hand that fed him. The one key advantage Falleron had was that Laudius’ wife conscious of her limited beauty and even more limited demeanor, never ventured from the villa, giving Laudius the luxury of taking Falleron. Falleron and Laudius were the toast of Rome. Falleron even ventured to match wits at gala functions with such poets as Martial and Ovid, to the amusement of others.
    Life became idyllic and dreamlike for Falleron and, dare it be said, love and admiration grew between Laudius and Falleron. Some years later, Laudius’ wife died of what we know now as lead poisoning, but was then an unknown causes. Rumours spread that Falleron had killed her; Falleron joked that some concoction was created to make unfavoring wives favorable by death.
    Falleron quickly moved into the main villa and was able to throw his own lavish parties. Yes, all went well for at least a decade.