The Adonis of Weho

THE ADONIS OF WEHO

‘A Divine Comedy’

G.A.HAUSER

Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2012

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Cover photography by Dennis Dean

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Edited by Stacey Rhodes

ISBN Trade paperback: 978-1477-5454-4-7

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To my lovely readers;

The story you are about to read is a ‘spoof’ comedy about
Greek gods and is in no way intended to be a true account of the
legends of the gods, goddesses, and titans. So spare me your
letters about accuracy.

Thank you.

Chapter 1

“Mortals confuse me.” Adonis lay back on the mountain, staring at the bright sun.

“They’re meant to. They’re weak.”

“They take issue with such trivial things.” Adonis rolled to his side, propping his head up on his hand. “The fuss they make about sex and love has me befuddled.”

“Don’t try to understand them. You’ll only grow more frustrated.”

“But my father, King Cinyrus, is married to his sister, Myrrha. In some human minds this is an act to be banned from the world. But it’s a fact…Zeus has married his sister Hera as well.” He splayed out his hand. “What will these ‘pious’ humans do? Rewrite our history? Pretend Zeus and Hera and my father and mother, are not sister and brother?”

“No. They will just ban the books from being sold.”

Adonis flipped a pebble, sending it flying. “Not to mention how many humans Zeus has slept with. I call him Dad now. After all, he was there to decide my fate, spreading out my year like I was a male prostitute to be shared by each needy goddess. Unlike King Cinyrus who treated me like shit after I was born. That fucker wanted to kill both Mom and me. Mom gave me to the Aphrodite for safe keeping, who then gave me to the goddess of death, Persephone.” Adonis whistled and shook his head.

“Talk about insane.” Adonis sighed loudly. “Of course the women got jealous and fought over me. I can’t help what they do.”

“No. No one can change much of anything up here.”

“So now, even though I am not the real son of Zeus, Hera has it in her mind to torture each one of his offspring on account of his wanderings.”

“She lives to torture half-breeds. She hates us all.”

“I suppose since we are half-gods, we are immune to the human rules. At least I hope so. So many rules.” Adonis shook his head sadly. “They have become an oppressed race.”

“Humans have always had a certain flow and ebb to their lives. I remember the good times back in the sixties. They need another sexual revolution.”

“Yes. They need to smoke more dope. Mellow out.” He yawned. “At least it was never boring back then. I used to love watching the orgies.”

“Have they been banned as well?”

“I would assume so. Or at least books about it have been.”

Adonis took another look down the side of the mountain to see the humans in their cars, their trucks, trains, planes, on bicycles, motorcycles, and boats of every kind.

“They are a peculiar lot.”

“Indeed.”

“They enjoy violence to the extreme and shy from pleasure.”

“Not all.”

“The ones in power. They’re the violent ones. How many wars have they started? They love killing young men.”

“Seems a pity.”

Adonis lost his thoughts as images of dead soldiers marched through his mind. “Remember when rulers used to ride the charge? Alexander the Great, rushing head first into the fray. Now? These fat oafs pick up a phone and force young men to do their battle. Chicken-shits.”

“I agree. Put them into a boxing ring, or dueling it out with pistols. Would save lives and quickly solve problems.”

Before Adonis opened his mouth to speak, he realized he had been abandoned. “Where have you gone, pretty boy?”

“Adonis!”

At hearing Hera’s voice Adonis cringed, wishing he too had been warned of her arrival. He peered over his shoulder to see her intimidating presence.

She craned her finger for him to approach.

Sheepishly he got to his feet and stared at his sandals as he did. “What, Mom?”

“It is time you got married.”

“Married? No.”

“Yes!” she thundered.

“But, I don’t want to get married.”

“You are a mature man and you need to find a wife.”

Adonis gave Hera a good once-over, her flowing robes and jet black hair. “And if I disobey?”

Hera threw her arms skyward and Adonis shielded his face from the rain of hail and lightning bolts, crushing wind and icy rain. “All right!” He held up his hands. “No need to be so dramatic.”

“You have two weeks.”

“Two weeks? Are you insane?”

“Stop talking back to me!”

“Am I to marry a mortal or a god?” Adonis brushed the hail pellets from his long, wavy, brown hair in annoyance.

“Don’t make me decide. Just make it soon. Your status on Mount Olympus depends on it.”

“Why?” Adonis knew he was pushing his luck. Hera had a tendency to torture her husband’s illegitimate offspring with trials and acts of heroics.

“Two weeks!” Her eyes blazed and she vanished as quickly as she came.

Adonis tried to get over the shock of her demand and her intolerable presence. He heard laughing and spun around.

“Better you than me!”

“Why did you leave me to fend her off alone?” Adonis sat down in a huff. “Find someone to marry in two weeks?”

His companion pointed to the mortals. “They’re easy. Just go woo one. Give them one of three things and they will be happy.”

“What three things?”

“Money, material goods…or a big cock.”

“Oh, shut up!”

~

Reese Anderson sat at his computer tapping keys. In a second bedroom of his condo in West Hollywood he wrote erotic novels for a living and tried to keep sane. Two things that didn’t necessarily co-exist.

His back and neck beginning to ache after eight hours of creating crazy sexual scenes—scenes which he knew would ruffle feathers—Reese straightened up in his chair and read what he had just wrote.

“I’m out of my mind.” Reese yawned and rubbed his eyes.
LA
in June, hot!
He had a fan blowing in the room, but it still felt slightly stuffy. Needing a break, Reese stood up and headed to the back of his condo, looking outside. He slid open a sliding door that was attached to his balcony and felt the warm air immediately hit his skin. Shirtless and in a pair of gym shorts, Reese leaned on the outside dusty wall of his balcony to watch the men come and go. Men. Reese had a one track mind when it came to sex. He loved men.

Out since he was a teen, Reese was lucky enough to have parents and siblings that never judged him. He came out in junior high. It didn’t hurt he was popular and bigger than most of the other kids. He did take some abuse when he first let his circle of friends know, but it was good-natured ribbing. His best buddies were the athletes in the school and didn’t mind Reese offering to suck their cocks on occasion.

Which he did.

After his teammates realized he gave good head, the good natured teasing became flirtatious invitations. The young jocks figured out having sex with him was easier, less complicated than dating a girl just to get your rocks off. So Reese continued to be popular with his male friends. He loved every minute of it. Reese rested his forearms on the wall and his chin on his arms, looking at the pretty boys who were lounging at the complex’s pool. There was no shortage of erotic fiction stories to tell. If anything, there were too many trying to get out of Reese’s head at the same time.

He didn’t have writer’s block. He had writer’s diarrhea. But while…writing was easy. Finding someone outside his fantasy life that didn’t bore him, irritate him, or drive him batty was tough.

A true loyal companion eluded Reese. He thought it was going to be Brian Rose, but Brian and he managed to last only four months. A record for them both, but not much to brag about. At thirty, Reese suspected he should be ready to settle down.
Am I?

He gazed at the young men in bikinis below his unit, tan, taut, and fabulous. How could one man ever be enough?

Standing straight, Reese brushed off the dust from his arms after leaning on the ledge, and returned into his unit, closing the glass door. He poured a beer into an iced mug and stared at a few of the book covers from some of his bestselling novels, which he had framed and hung on the kitchen wall. Nude torsos and fabulous cover models. It’s what he loved best.