The warriors were weary to the bone as they made their way up the long hill to the village. Sweat glistened on their muscular torsos and dust and grime streaked their handsome faces. At last the battle was won and their homeland was once more safe.

The women of the village started ululating when they saw their men slowly making their way home. ‘The gods be praised!’ they cried out as they set about building a fire to heat water for the men to bathe with. Anxious eyes scanned the approaching band; mercifully no one was missing.

When the men reached the village the women fell at their feet and burst in to tears, happy to have their men back again. Jugs of weak wine and water were brought out and the men drank deeply to refresh themselves. Then they lay down their swords and took off their loin cloths and stood there, naked as the day they were born, and what a sight to behold they were.

To the last man they were fit and strong, the best fighting men for miles around. One or two of the widows gazed longingly at all that prime male flesh on display. Large cocks and small jutted out of black pubic hair that nestled at the base of flat stomachs and between powerful sun bronzed thighs. The women brought out the hot water and the men washed away the
grime that coated their bodies and eased the aches and pains out of their muscles. The men laughed and joked as they recounted tales of their epic battle. They were completely at ease with each other as they washed each other's backs and were totally unconcerned with having spectators as they eased back their foreskins and cleaned their cock heads.

Later that evening the men were reclined on cushions in the home of the village elder while the women fussed about them. The best wine was brought out and they were offered olives and cheeses while the smell of roasting lamb filled the air. Everyone was happy and the men soaked up all the attention. But even happier than the women were the young men in the
village; now that they had seen out nineteen winters they were due to join the ranks of the warriors.

After the meal was over the women withdrew from the room and the young men were sent for. The custom of their people demanded that the first seed that the warriors spend after returning home from battle be not in their wives, but in the hot firm asses of the young men who were due
to join their ranks.

The young men had spent quite some time preparing themselves for the occasion. They too had bathed and oiled their bodies. Most had put a dab of scented oil behind their ears. They had spent the past half hour speculating which one of the warriors they would catch the eye of. While the men were at war the young men had been practicing to be penetrated by easing their fingers up their buttholes. Now they were ready and they stood in a small circle in the middle of the
room and loosened their tunics and let them fall.

There was a loud wolf whistle as their eager young cocks started to rise and the warriors drank in their beauty. The warriors got up on their feet and walked around the circle of young men, inspecting them closely, now and then tweaking a nipple or cupping a pair