<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Desmond</span></span></div><br/>A rough laugh escaped his mouth at the retreating boys words.  A harpy tearing off his package wouldn't be very good.  In fact it would be the worst thing that could happen to him.  If he couldn't fuck than all he'd be was the lacking black sheep of the Zeus family.  Sliding down the wall, he pulled his knees up and rested his arms on them.<br/><br/>For the hundredth time, he wondered why his father had chosen to claim him.  It was probably because at the time he had shown great promise.  He had been learning to fight, and had been getting better and better.  He hadn't really been dating, at the time finding other things more appealing than any woman he had met, so his father had probably thought he would be some kind of single minded warrior when he got older.  But than he had stopped improving in his fighting as he had before, hitting a proverbial wall.  And he had finally admitted to himself that woman just didn't do anything for him...at all.  After that Zeus had become rather non-existant to him, he had felt rather...ignored.  It was an odd feeling, one he hadn't liked; and at first he had thought it was all in his head.  But as the years progressed he knew his feelings weren't irrational.<br/><br/>So who cared if he liked to fuck?  It was, after all, what he was good at, so why stop?  And than the image of two naked camp councilors intruded into his thoughts again and he groaned, leaning forward slightly in pain.  His erection had been hard before, needing his attention, but now it was screaming at him.  But that prick from earlier had ruined the mood, and now he didn't know if he should finish himself off or just ignore it until it went away.  Lowering his head, he scrunched his eyes shut and offered a small prayer up to Mr.D.  Reaching down he undid his hastily done up pants and pulled them low enough to grab hold of his throbbing cock.  Squeezing lightly he moaned, and than quickly shut his mouth.  He didn't want any other demi-gods wondering in on him after all.