The God of Sex Is a Virgin?

Prologue - A God Gets Summoned, A Virginity Gets Lost

Candlelight flickered across Adrian, highlighting everything in his bedroom with a soft orange glow. It was his eighteenth birthday, and while he wasn't going to wait until marriage like his parents wanted him to, his virginity had lasted until tonight. He hoped that was about to change. For once, he was grateful for his parents' adamant belief in God -- it made it easier to hope that this could really happen. His thoughts gravitated to the Greek god of sex that his class had touched on this year in History: Fýlo. He had done a bit of research on how to summon gods, and what he had come up with is that he thankfully didn't need any ingredients for the spell to work, just a concentrated mind. His thoughts were already intensely focused on Fýlo, and fuck, he was so gay. His dick was already half hard from what he was imagining might happen; his thoughts finally directed themselves to the actual words used to summon. He added some embellishments to the original, chanting in his head, I call upon the gods above, the ones of benevolence and love and sexiness, come down to me from above, come to this place and come to me from time and space to make me come.

The reaction was almost immediate -- the candles placed around his room quivered, and Adrian worried for a second that they would fall, break, and set his house ablaze. The candles, of course, did no such thing. Instead, they started letting off smoke. Shivers crawled up the boy's lean frame as the smoke cleared, revealing the most attractive man he had ever seen. Fuck, he really was gay. From what he knew about gods of pleasure, they presented themselves in the most desirable way for the viewer. As they say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

"Adrian, isn't it?" The small boy nodded, the raspy voice of the god wrapping itself around his brain. He was so, so turned on, and so, so, so gay. There had been doubts before, but not anymore. The man -- if you could call him that -- standing before Adrian left him speechless in the best way.

"And how old did you turn today, birthday boy?" The smiling figure asked devilishly. Adrian could barely get the words out, he was so stunned, but he managed to choke out, "Eighteen. I'm eighteen."

That seemed to be enough for Fýlo, who made his advance on Adrian. Purring, the god wrapped his body around Adrian's. "Let's give this lucky boy a present, shall we?" He murmured, his breath tickling Adrian's ear. The boy gasped, his mind blank as a result of his arousal. A slow hand made its way down Adrian's stomach and under his shirt, pulling it up and over his head effortlessly. Adrian's virgin lips made a desperate lunge for the god, attaching to his neck and licking the flawless skin. Fýlo chuckled, cupping Adrian's face with his hands. "Desperate, aren't you?" He asked, and Adrian nodded speechlessly. Fýlo chuckled, connecting his lips with Adrian's, who gasped at the heat radiating off of the god. The boy became more needy by the minute, grabbing Fýlo's hair roughly, as though to stabilize himself. The larger figure matured his kisses so that now they were rough, sloppy, and erotic. Adrian moaned when Fýlo's tongue fought its way into the boy's mouth, exploring Adrian as if to get a sense of what he wanted from this.

"Baby boy, you are in for a treat tonight," Fýlo mused, Adrian taking in a sharp breath. He choked out a "F-fuck, Fýlo," only making the god laugh. "I want your cock in me so bad," Adrian breathed out, clutching at Fýlo's back. The large figure was sure there would be red marks left where Adrian's nails resided, but he didn't mind. "You want it, pretty boy?" The god asked. The eighteen-year-old beneath him nodded, whining as Fýlo palmed his dick through his jeans. "You're already so hard," the god chuckled under his breath, nipping at Adrian's earlobe and kissing down his neck. Fýlo could tell that the lean boy's collarbones would be sensitive, so he attacked them with kisses, peppering in a few hickeys along the way. Adrian gasped, a needy "Fuck me, oh, fuck," rising from his throat. Fýlo's long, slender fingers had found their way to Adrian's nipples, the god flicking his fingernails over the delicate nubs of skin. Adrian's head flew back, moaning as he exposed his now hickey-laced throat. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he took shaky breaths, trying to control himself. Fýlo looked up, his eyes grazing over the boy in front of him. He was so beautiful... Taking in a breath, Fýlo's mouth continued down Adrian's torso, kissing the lanky boy's hips, which the god knew he was insecure about. Adrian's hands took hold of Fýlo's hair, pushing him down to his crotch. The god gazed up, a devilish look in his eyes.

"Oh, baby, you are not in charge here. Did you think that you were?" Fýlo asked Adrian, whose eyes widened in panic. "N-no, uh, sorr--"

    He was cut off by Fýlo's lips, the god's first moan of the night escaping from his throat. "Baby, you'll find out how much control of you I have soon enough," he mumbled into Adrian's soft lips. The thin boy moaned in the back of his mouth, and Fỳlo responded by biting his tongue. The younger of the two yelped but didn't pull away — the pain was now pleasuring. The god walked the pair back towards Adrian's bed, set him down on it, and Adrian inhaled sharply as Fỳlo took off his shirt, revealing a rock hard six pack. "Oh," was all Adrian could say before Fỳlo was on top of him, their skin brushing together. "Pretty boy, how bad do you want it?" Fỳlo asked teasingly. Adrian moaned in a whiny, longing manner, so that Fỳlo could barely make out the "Oh, so fucking bad," that got caught up in his throat with it. The god connected their lips once again with a surprisingly gentle force, one hand holding him up and the other traveling down Adrian's body. Fỳlo's fingers swept across Adrian's nipples once again, then moved downwards, snapping the elastic of his pants. The graceful figure below him shuddered. "Fuck, Fỳlo, I need you so bad," he whimpered. "What do you want me to do?" Fỳlo whispered in Adrian's ear, making the boy groan. "I want your dick in my ass, fuck, Fỳlo," Adrian gasped. Fỳlo chuckled, "That can be arranged."

Gently, but not slowly, Fýlo pulled Adrian's pants and boxers down his legs, caressing the soft skin of the boy's thighs. Adrian shuddered, almost panting with anticipation as he wrapped his legs around the god's gorgeous hips. "Let's not keep you waiting anymore, baby." Fýlo muttered, and Adrian nodded breathlessly. His dick was incredibly hard, shadowing his stomach as he relaxed on the sheets under Fýlo. With a smirk, the god reached between Adrian's legs to find his hole. "Wait, wait," Adrian gasped, "Lube." Fýlo raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Already done, sweetheart. I'm a god." He said, before pushing a finger in. Adrian groaned, unused to the feeling. "You want more?" Fýlo goaded, moving his finger and letting Adrian adjust. The boy nodded, his level of desperation through the roof. Fýlo, of course, was well aware of the boy's desperation, so it was a teasing act as he added a second finger, carefully scissoring and revelling in Adrian's already-wrecked appearance. The stretch in Adrian's ass was a bit more uncomfortable now, since he had two fingers to contend with.

"Do you want another, or are you ready?" Fýlo asked gently, already about to push a third finger in. He knew it was Adrian's first time, and he wasn't cruel. "Y-yeah, one more," Adrian groaned, and the god didn't hesitate. The boy hissed, getting used to the weight inside him. The hiss soon turned into an outright moan once Fýlo crooked his fingers against his prostate. "Oh my fucking god, do that again," Adrian said shakily. Fýlo did the opposite and pulled his fingers out, figuring the boy was stretched enough. Adrian groaned a little at the empty feeling. "No no, baby. If I keep fingering you like that, you'll finish before we've even started," the god said enticingly, noting Adrian's cock, which was leaking with small beads of precum.

"Please, Fýlo, I want it," Adrian panted, aching for the feeling of the god's dick inside of him. Fýlo, of course, wasn't about to deny him that pleasure. The god pulled off his own pants, which he wasn't wearing anything under. Adrian gaped at Fýlo's length, which he assumed was massive. The god lined himself up and eased his tip in, leaning down and pressing a chaste kiss to Adrian's jawline. "Tell me if it hurts, baby boy." He whispered, and Adrian let out a small whimper. Fỳlo waited for Adrian to adjust before driving in more. The boy under him groaned as the god pushed in. "Fuck, baby, you're so tight," remarked Fỳlo. He gave Adrian some time to adjust, then asking, "Can I move?" Adrian nodded breathlessly, a look of pleasured bliss on his face. The god leaned in, gently kissing Adrian. Their lips still connected, Fỳlo thrust gently into Adrian, just grazing the boy's prostate.

"Fuck, oh my god, again," Adrian gasped. Fỳlo quickly complied, fixating a mild rhythm. He knew that Adrian could take it, so it wasn't long before the god was balls-deep in the boy, hitting his prostate every other thrust. Adrian was very vocal about it too, strings of the most vile curses spewing from his mouth as Fỳlo pleasured him. "Baby boy, you're filthy," Fỳlo stated, leaving a hickey just under Adrian's jawline. "F-fuck, I'm close," the eighteen-year-old said with a moan as Fỳlo hit his prostate again. The god kissed Adrian, moaning into his mouth as he came inside the boy underneath him. He shook as he rode out his high, and once he came off it he continued only so Adrian could release himself as well. Only two hits more and Adrian was coming, his back arching beautifully as he spilled onto his stomach, moaning in a different, throaty way. Fỳlo kissed him gently as he pulled out, Adrian sighing contentedly. The god snapped his fingers and the mess was cleaned up, so he settled in next to Adrian, waiting to leave until he fell asleep.