<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Desmond</span></span></div><br/><hr/><br/>There was only so much Desmond could take, but the moment he heard both Mr.D and Chiron's voices through the window, he lost all control.  Groaning hard into his hand he came all over his hand and looked around, hoping no one had seen him.  It was embarrassing enough, without either of his crush's hearing him and finding him out here with his own cum smeared all over his hand.  Peeling his tight shirt over his head he wiped off his hand and and cock, and balled the fabric into a ball.<br/><br/>He chuckled lightly to himself, hearing the councilors conversation only made the idea of seducing them both cement itself into his head.  While his breath came out in deep breaths, he shakily pulled out one last cigarette of the night and lit up.  He really did need some perspective.  Out side of camp was really lonely, he kept to himself, his family too far away, and he purposely didn't make too many friends.  If he got attacked, as sometimes happened, he didn't want to be responsible for anyone's death.  So his main source of company came in the form of lovers and random conquest's.  At camp he had his siblings, when they managed to come to camp.  But even than, he still mainly hung out with those he was trying to fuck.  Now, he was finding that his attention was split between family and men he really shouldn't go after.  Hell one was even married, not that he hadn't had his fair share of married men before.  Maybe what he really needed was to fuck more men his own age.  but still...there was nothing like a good chase, and the camp councilors where admittedly a really good hunt.<br/><br/>Deciding that he was done smoking, he put out his cigarette and flicked it away.  While he stood, he heard the last of the guy's conversation and a grin lit up his face.  He liked them both in different ways.  Chiron, because of his kindness, he was smart, and he was a good teacher.  Desmond definitely had a thing for his horse side to, he really didn't have any idea on how he would manage to fuck or be fucked by him, but he was sure it would be a fun time learning.  And Mr. D, now that was a man he wanted to coax into a good time.  He could imagine him being rough, and not worried about hurting him, something that Desmond really did crave.  Most men would use him yes, but he could imagine Mr. D pounding his ass, without apologizing for being rough.  The fact that he hated him on principle alone, for being a son of Zeus, was just icing on top of the cake.  Chuckling he ran a hand over his face and started to walk away from the big house.  It had been a long day, and sleep could prove to be a good thing.