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             and menacingly stripped off his loincloth with which he
             wiped the sweat from his bearded face, his hairy armpits,
             his pelted belly, his furry balls, his olive-sheathed cock,
             and finally his asshole. He tossed the dripping loincloth
             at the attendants he called the buttboys of Herakles. His
             manhood swung free at an enormity that dragged the
             ground of his Earth Mother.
                “In your honor, boy-lover, lover-boy, we shall wrestle
             in the depraved gymnos, naked style of the Greeks, and
             when I win, perhaps I will make you one of the boys.”
                Herakles ignored the barbarian tongue as sharp as a
             woman’s coming from the Son of a Goddess. He peeled the
             fabled skin of the Nemean Lion off his broad shoulders,
             tossed the fur to the Egyptians, and flexed both huge bi-
             ceps. He removed his princely gold head-circlet, sandals,
             and, finally, slowly, perfectly, his loincloth, handing them
             to the wide-eyed Nile Dwellers who were not unappre-
             ciative of two Sons of Gods stripped naked in challenge.
             One of the young attendants took hold of Herakles’ loin-
             cloth and pressed the wet strip to his lips, noticing that
             Herakles too dragged his enormity in the hot burning
             desert sand.
                When both men faced frontal, naked, in the afternoon
             light, they crouched into the Greek wrestling stance and
             began to slowly circle each other. Rahotep shook his head
             in excited awe as the two semi-Gods jockeyed for position.
             What a tale this would make in Memphis! Why even jaded
             Babylon would hang breathless on every detail! Rahotep
             realized he would be able to eat his suppers free for years
             by recounting this tale of such a skirmish on the border.
                Suddenly, thunderously, with bellowing roars that
             hurt the Egyptians’ ears, the two enraged beings charged
             each other head on. They collided with such force that the
             very Earth trembled as they became a snarling, grappling
             mass of hairy sweaty flesh. After a long, long struggle,

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