Date: Thu, 7 Oct 2010 13:10:49 -0400
From: Blonde Mountaineer <blondeallover@hotmail.com>
Subject: Floin's Adventures of the Flesh Ch. 1

Floin's Adventures of the Flesh Ch. 01
by blondeallover@hotmail.com

This is the first chapter of a novella set in an historical back drop where
societal standards about nudity and sex were very different from our own.
All the usual disclaimers apply.


I know it is forbidden of me as a sanctified scribe of the church, but
through my secret allegiances to the gods and spirits of the old order, I
compose this chronicle of how the remarkable Floin came to be naked and
bent over, to be skewered by the lingum of another man for the first time
in the presence of many of the high Druid priests and priestesses of
Britain in the annual Samhain harvest festival of the Celtic New Year. This
was only a great transitional moment in a life blessed to revel in many
adventures of the pleasures of the flesh. If the old ways of the Celtic
tribes ever come to revive, it is for this posterity that these tales must
survive.

If it is the Christian era that survives into remote ages, then I plead my
case to the good people of how different a view of who we were as people
and the blessings mixed with sufferings to live in the world. People were
not, as is now considered, corrupt and sinful from inception and in need of
some faith in one who could provide reformation. All the same, we were not
naļive and knew that people are capable of great wickedness. Investigations
and punishments were sorted out by the village elders and Druids for
injustices done to others, on a case-by-case basis. Otherwise our flesh was
considered a great gift of the gods, who like them, we could use our reason
to devise ways to shield from the extremes of winter cold and summer heat,
find remedies among the herbs of the garden and plants of the forest to
assuage our sicknesses. There was not the need to cover up for any sanctity
of decency and so in may ways, we were more practical then. Why add to the
expense of the fruit of the loom, the frequent scarcity of large game, and
the burden of laundering, unnecessarily? In the warmth of huts in the
evening, families would routinely disrobe and enjoy their dinners in the
nude. Sleeping nude in all seasons of the year under the warmth of unshaped
animal skins was mandatory. In the warmest weeks of the summer, sometimes
into the beginning of the harvests, everyone worked in the communal fields
naked. Late in the day, people relaxed by bathing in the nearby ponds and
lakes together before supping. Small children liked this time of the year
the best because it was then that their elders were the most playful,
especially the men. The Druids were always covered in their white robes in
common presence, but as Floin would learn, most of the rituals among
themselves were in the nude or very scantily clad.

This was the time that gifted and lusty Floin lived. It was in my
grandfather's youth, when the Romans returned to our Britannic isle and,
this time, meant to secure it. The Celtic tribes throughout the isle were
beginning to coalesce and would be in need of a great many soldiers. Floin
was one of those alert and skilled boys that any village may have in their
midst once every 5 generations or so. He had all the characteristics that
suggested a special blessing by spirits and gods. He was a quick learner
for many of the crafts including the forge. In his 12th year he was sent to
Winchester to be instructed in Greek mathematics and mastered its
essentials ahead of all in the class. But most of all, he developed
physically, precociously into the flower of manhood long before most boys
do: tall, muscular, broad-shouldered and a broad chest, large hands and
feet, and a full thick red beard.

His parents were very pleased, because it was known that the oldest witch
among the Druid priestesses would come to the village and investigate. If
Floin passed her test that was applied to unusually advanced youths of 17,
he would join the ranks of students in Druidic education to enter the
priesthood. This was usually only an honor that was passed to those in
heredity of Druid families of many generations. Her arrival at the village
was greeted with a great feast, but she ate very little and spoke few words
to the commoners. The next morning, Floin was awoken at dawn by her
attendants and told not to don any apparel despite the chill of the
morning. As he arose, the women complimented him for his horn, still
nocturnally stiff from his slumber, and informed him that it would be
regarded as a good omen by the witch. But it withered to normal pendulous
lingum before she caught sight of him. Oddly, he was blindfolded and guided
down the village path to another unknown hut. This must have been some old
ritual that had lost its purpose, for he instantly identified the hut of
his arrival when his sight was restored. What startled him most was the
presence of the old woman nude, as well. He had never seen a woman so old
like that. She was completely shriveled and skeletal, her long wrinkled
titties with permanent large pointed nipples had probably been robust and
of great interest among males many decades earlier. There was a great
thatch of salt and pepper hair where her otherwise disappeared yoni should
be.

"Come here, lad. I have investigated your records and am satisfied that you
are in your 17th year. There is much that I like what I see, but I need to
inspect you closely like your betrothed maiden will one day. " Floin did as
ordered and approached the old woman seated near the blazing hearth. He
posed himself at her commands so that she could peer into his mouth and
check the condition of his teeth. He pulled back his long red hair for her
to inquire of his ears and even their canals. He knelt down and raised his
arms, so she could sniff his pits and account for the growth of hair in
those parts. Both standing still and bent over, she spread his firm
buttocks to check the disposition of his anus and inserted her bony finger
to assure that the grip of his ring would be grasping and tight. Last of
all, she had him stand close while remained seated so that his lingum and
stones hung close to her face. She was very pleased that with her fingers
she could instantly stimulate his manhood to thicken and stretch to an
impressive bulging straight heated man horn. The fingers of her other hand
confirmed that the coarse but silky thicket of hairs about his man parts
were unusually dense and long for one so young. The stretched back foreskin
uncovered for her a very healthy pink gaping male opening with more than a
hint of stimulated male wetness about the head.

"Excellent, my lad! Now I want you to stroke yourself in my presence to a
climax where I can observe closely as you squirt out your increment of wet
seed." She handed him a little ceramic cup. "Make sure you catch the seed
in this. The most important part of the examination is that I can test it
for your virility fresh from its discharge from your excited loins." She
watched intently as the naked youth fervently gripped his turgid roll of
man flesh and stroked rapidly in different places along its length. He
revealed all the best signs of good pleasure in manipulating himself
despite being in the presence of a degraded old woman. She listened
carefully for all his soft grunts and moans . She found the flushed
open-mouthed facial expression of other-worldly swoon as revealing of the
great intensity he pleasured himself in complete abandon. An acute
sensuality was imperative for any successful candidate. It was to his
credit that he would find pleasure in occasionally setting the cup in his
other hand and use its fingers to fondle his low hanging stones.

She prompted him closer as he raised the cup near to the end of the
exercised bone for the last time. She moved her head in for a better look
in as he groaned his ecstasy of ethereal release. She watched very intently
as the young horn throbbed again and again to shoot little portions of rich
smelling off-white seed into the cup. The throbs continued apace even as he
released smaller droplets or nothing at all with each hot spasm. In the
end, he had discharged a great emission and an outstanding specimen of
frothy fresh congealed liquid fruit of young male passion for her
scrutiny. But she had to work fast. She had her secret ingredients of
potions and powders to mix into the effluence on hand and she did so to
precise measurements. The mixture was set on a small scaffolded container
inches above a single candle flame. Within minutes it would be known if the
subject was of sufficient virility to pass the test.

"Now, my young friend I want you to see something else that you have caused
that works in your favor for passing this examination." She spread her legs
open and he could see the old thatch of witch hair was matted and sopping
wet astride and about two swollen ancient yoni lips. "I have been cold many
years and have not known the warm touch of a man for ages immemorial. It is
rare that a candidate such as yourself, in doing the things necessary to
release his seed in my presence, has this profound effect on me. It shows
that you have the innate magic of great sexual prowess and other affairs of
the flesh. You could be a great healer and Druid priest if you apply
yourself to the instruction of it."

If the emulsion heating above the flame turned no other color, or a color
other than a green of fresh spring shoots, then the candidate would not be
of sufficient virility to be acceptable. But in his case, the mixture
turned to a luminescent light green. Quite literally, Floin had passed the
exam with "flying colors."

By this time the attendants had returned to the hut and helped the old
woman into her robe, before they all left the village. "Now listen
carefully my young friend. The studies and attentions required to be a
respectable Druid priest are long, rigorous and demanding. You best be
diligent. Upon inquiring of the villagers here among your faults, they
concede that on some occasions you can be arrogantly disobedient, that you
know better than your elders. I sternly recommend that you cast these flaws
in your character aside. " She ogled the naked youth one last time. "You
are a very beautiful man, with or without garments. Do not think this earns
you any special privileges in your upcoming studies. Your passions of the
flesh can one day be of great credit to you, but failure could bring pains
you are not accustomed to, tortuous ones. . Instruction starts just before
the beginning of the harvest. Be sure you are present at our academy no
later than then. Take heed of what I say".

to be continued. . .