Date: Tue, 30 Oct 2007 11:16:42 -0000
From: Trefor Heywood <cleftref@btinternet.com>
Subject: THE WRITINGS OF PHALLIOS PART TWO

Disclaimer: The characters in this story are not real and are entirely
fictional.  Nobody was harmed in the writing or conception of this story.
This is a story of pure fiction made for the pleasures of English
literature and sexual enjoyment.  This story contains sexual encounters
with boys below the age of consent in our society but not in theirs and it
is not intended to encourage any illegal activity.  It challenges many of
the usual social and religious conventions but hopefully makes you think.
If you are not allowed to read this type of material, or if you will be
offended by it, please leave now.  Otherwise please take this in the sense
it was written and enjoy.

The author welcomes any comments or correspondence at cleftref@btinternet.com .

My thanks to all those who wrote to me about Part One.



THE WRITINGS OF PHALLIOS PART TWO



I, Phallios, High Priest of the Temple of Priapus on the island of
Erotikos, continue my story.

I did not think that it would be several months before I was able to
continue my record, but the leisure of a High Priest can sometimes be rare
and so it has proved.

I could, perhaps have snatched a few minutes here and there but my thoughts
would have been difficult to recall again, and I thought it best to wait
until I had the leisure for more concentrated thought.

I have, so far, explained some things about our history and ritual and how
the delicate subject of reproduction is addressed.

I have made references to my own personal history in those little
digressions to which I can be subject but did manage to correct myself by
deciding to hold back those details for a more convenient time and I
suspect that now is as good a time as any other and that if I do not write
this down now, that further delay may be incurred.

I cannot help being conscious that this is for posterity and that centuries
may elapse before my words are read and I shall have long been in the arms
of Priapus in all his fullness with my ancestors and also with many of
those who shall one day be my descendents also.

But while Priapus grants us life we must do our best to serve Him and also
make record of the time here that he gives us whilst that flame of memory
is not yet extinguished.

As our philosopher Skritos once taught, that whereas the Cock of an
individual man is mortal and transient that Cock itself is eternal.  But
while that transient Cock is in existence it is so connected with the
eternal that is itself a God.  It is more than the man himself to whom it
is connected and of which he claims ownership, it is his connection with
the divine that we know as Priapus, our God.

This connection I learned early and was considered to be so adept at it
that I was set upon the path to Priesthood and in time to the supreme
office that I now hold.

Firstly I must apologise for a confused statement regarding my Father.
When one is tired and writing under the dim light of torches a phrase might
pass that could have been better written and when this was discovered when
being copied for our archives it did not seem right to deface the parchment
by the correction of either copy but rather that I should confess my simple
error as I do now.

I had written "My son, whom I also named Atrios after my father, is not in
our Priestly orders."  This would indicate that my father was also named
Atrios which he was not.  His name was Analios.  I should rather have
written "My son, who I also named Atrios as my father had named me."  I beg
the indulgence of my readers with regard to this error.

My father, Analios, has been in the arms of Priapus for five years, his urn
was placed in the sacred ground of the Olive Tree and the image of Priapus,
our God, was erected upon it.  It is not my destiny to lie there as High
Priests are interred in special tombs behind the temple in stone
sarcophagi.

But let us not dwell upon the end of life but upon its beginning.

I have described the process and rites involved in reproduction and
birthing.  It was thus that I was brought by my father from Natos to
Erotikos some fifty four years ago, although, of course I have no
remembrance of it.

My father was a teacher who educated boys in our history and such science
as we have as well as philosophy.  Religious matters were, as they still
are, the preserve of the Priests.  He had just attained his eighteenth year
when he fathered me by the methods and rites described in the former
writing.

He lived in a small stone house overlooking the sea, not on his own, but
with three other youths to whom he was bound, two of whom had sons of their
own.  It was, if you will, a kind of family structure but with the obvious
fact that it was an all male unit in our all male society.

I feel that I should explain the word "bound."  We have no marriage, indeed
we are taught that as men we are lovers of all and belong to all, but
within the broader context of our society we understand that there are
special friendships that lead some to desire to live together and spend
more time with.  Those who desire this are united in a special ceremony to
each other when their hands and Cocks are bound together with thread to
symbolise this binding.  There are no vows beyond declaring their special
friendship love and no jealousy when they worship with others to whom they
are not bound, as indeed they must as part of their religious duty.  Nobody
can be bound until their sixteenth year and they have performed their duty
on Natos.  It is their duty that qualifies them, not the outcome of it as
that is in the hands of Priapus.

>From that point on binding may be undertaken with any citizen of any age
and numbers that may be bound are not fixed.  The usual numbers will vary
from three to six with four being the most popular arrangement.  The
binding may be unbound but this is in practice rare.

Just as their reproduction is different, so it is for the Priests in their
domestic arrangements.  They live separately in community and are
considered bound in a similar manner when they take their final vows.  Any
sons also live there, although no doubt due to the different methods
employed to preserve their purity, these are rarer.  Yet a High Priest
lives apart and may have no such special friends to live with.  He may
select Priests upon a rota basis for companionship but can play no
favourites.

My early memories are very vague and I cannot go earlier than my third
year.  I have a memory of running around with my young companions near my
home, tripping and falling, and hitting my head against a rock then a long
blackness and emerging back into the light with my father and a medicine
doctor leaning over me.  The first thing that I saw, or maybe it was in a
vision, was of an erect Phallus that was somehow enfolding me.

I did not call it that of course, I did not have the vocabulary but I knew
what it was.  In our society nothing is hidden, childhood is not considered
anything that is exempt from life, that requires special protection from
our eyes, and hence we grow up accepting everything for what it is.  Of
course we have a natural curiosity and many questions which our answered
within our family units or by our teachers.

The vision was more than the Cocks around me – those of my father and of
those to whom he was bound.  I had no idea of what the vision meant but I
told my father about it and he smiled whilst tenderly caressing my forehead
with a wet cloth.  He looked relieved that I had not come to greater harm
but he also wondered why one so young should have had such a vision.

I was put to bed and he came and sat by me and held my little hand.  I felt
surrounded by his love and as he kissed my face and my forehead and I
revelled in it.

"My beloved Atrios, my son, you should be more careful", the words
reverberate across the years to me now.  I remember how I asked him what I
had seen when I came out of the blackness but I do not recall my own words,
simple as they no doubt were.

"You saw our God, my son."

Our God.  I had no concept of what it meant.  I only knew simple things,
the presence of my father and his bound-men and my playfellows.  I knew I
was given food and drink as I needed.  I knew that they cleaned me after
urination and defecation and bathed me and hugged me and kissed me.  I knew
the feeling of the sun upon me and the simple pleasures of play.  I was
learning words, finding ways of speaking through association of words.  I
could not speak words of more than two syllable and said (when I did at
all) "Prapus" instead of Priapus.  "God" and "Cock" were easier words to
say.

My companions were very close to me in age – Pratos who was a year older
and Kyrenos who was a matter of weeks younger.  Pratos thought of himself
as the leader of our little group and indeed we looked up to him even
though he was hardly taller and the image of our God between his legs was
smaller than mine.  Of course in boys it is only a matter of degree and of
little consequence (until the stirring of our Gods begin) beyond the
fascination of looking and comparing and in due course touching and
feeling.  Some of it was no doubt in imitation of what we saw my father and
his bound lovers do among themselves – they never sought to hide anything
from us nor to stifle our natural curiosity but nor did they involve us in
it.

I loved the delicious feeling I got when Pratos and Kyrenos touched My Cock
and they loved it when I touched theirs; but more often we played our
boyish games and wrestled and went for walks playing at re-enacting the
adventurous stories of our ancient heroes or fighting battles with
neighbouring boys.

Then in his fifth year, Pratos had his first stirring and his little God
Cock rose and became stiff and hard – it happened when I was touching it
and even now I remember the look of pride and achievement on his sweet
face.  He went and showed it to my father and the others, (one of whom was
his own father – Laktis), sporting it like a trophy and great was their
rejoicing.  They all knelt before him and reverently kissed it gently on
the very tip with their lips as a sign or humility, joy and gratitude to
Priapus.  Kyrenos and I were also then invited to do the same which we did.
I remember feeling so jealous at the time as well as happy for him.
Kyrenos and I had to watch as he then knelt before their Cock Gods and
kissed them, the first time he had ever been allowed to do so.

For it is not until the stirring that such contact is permitted between men
and boys.  Before that they have Penis in common but not Phallus and it is
Phallus that gives that new and special bond and connection between males.
But it was not yet time for connections other than touching and kissing and
therefore his company was still with we younger ones who could only look on
his little hard Cock with awe and respect.  Of course he loved to show it
off at every opportunity to us and to the neighbouring boys who also had
taken their turn to kneel and kiss it.

But it was I who was privileged to touch it most. He seemed to know that I
had the greatest fascination and interest and he loved the way my fingers
caressed the shaft and especially the hooded head that he asked me to move
up and down as he lay on his back with his eyes closed.  My little fingers
loved to play with the supple skin at the top as they gradually exposed the
little purple Godhead inside and the little slit, his Eye of Priapus, with
its slightly reddened edge.  It was automatic that I should sail "Hail
Cock, Hail Prapus" as I did so.

He also like me to stroke and fondle his little boy nuts and I would spend
hours using my hands on his genitals.  My Father and the others would often
watch and encourage me to gradually build up speed and demonstrate upon
each other's huge (as they then appeared to me) Cocks and Balls.

And then one day his Cock seemed to get harder and it throbbed and spasmed
in my increasingly expert hands.  Pratos let out a large moan and then his
whole body shook and then went limp.  I would have carried on but he told
me to stop as it was now sore.

He had experienced his first drycum, that divine moment of boy orgasm, the
reward of Priapus. All who experience it never look back and only desire it
more, that special sexual awakening that separates the baby from the man,
albeit a man in embryo.

Although to me it seemed an age, it was only some six months before Priapus
showered the blessings of stirring upon me.

I was playing with Pratos's Cock as usual when I felt a tingling in my
loins and I looked down to see my boy Cock rising and I was feeling the
joys of erection and hardness for the first time.  No matter how many
thousands of erections I have had since and all the Phallic joys that I
have experienced, that first moment of stirring remains with me.  Although
I had an overhang of foreskin, it began to peel back as my erection
strengthened and finished by nestling around my Eye of Priapus.  I remember
screaming with joy, Pratos sitting up and opening his eyes to be greeted by
my boy Phallus, erect, proud and joyful.

But what surprised him even more was the expression of bliss upon my
face. He told me that it was as nothing he had ever seen and my father and
the others confirmed it as they came rushing from where ever they had been
at the noise.

I stood up and displayed my proud little erection to them.  I also shouted
in my little high pitched boy voice praising "Prapus" for his gift.

My father was the first to kneel and kiss it.  I remember the touch of his
lips even now and the look of pride and joy upon his face.  Almost
reluctantly he moved aside for Laktis to kiss it, followed by Kyrenos's
father, Sarkis and then by Sodos, the only one in the household who had yet
to produce a son, but who had recently returned from his second visit to
Natos.

Of course Pratos and Kyrenos then did the same, Pratos still hard despite
his interrupted pleasuring.

And then, oh joy of joys!, I knelt before my father and kissed his erect
Phallus, that fount from whence I had come.  The bond created by that kiss
was strong and lasting, but that must keep for a later writing.

I continued with the other Phallic kisses and then stood.  Of the whole
household only poor Kyrenos had a soft Cock and I felt sorry for him but
knew it would not be long before he too would feel the stirring.

We all went outside the house and shouted the joyous news and the
neighbouring boys, my rivals in our war games and games of legend came out
and worshipped my hard cock with their kisses.  It felt so good as their
boyish lips planted themselves upon my Godhead.  Of course some of them
sported erections of their own, having been through the stirring.  The
adult neighbours simply watched as they were not of our household and they
would have to await their due time in a more formal ritual.  Shouts of
"Hail Priapus" rent the air and many of them were indeed also erect at the
sight of my hard boy Cock and their Eyes of Priapus were glistening with
his divine tears.

After the joyful greetings we went back in the house.  My father poured out
some wine into earthenware cups and handed it round and we all drank.  It
was strong and went straight to my head but it made me merry rather than
drunk and I lay down and asked Kyrenos if he would do to me what I had been
doing to Pratos.  He smiled and nodded and the thrill of his little hand as
he touched my Phallus made it twitch and I gasped.

I felt his fingers fondle the shaft and then gradually move upwards to the
Godhead – I could call it that now it had been filled by Priapus into its
erect glory.  His fingers circled the ridge and then up to where my
foreskin was drawn slightly back and lightly brushed against the Eye.  I
gasped at this first touch there and closed my eyes to pray to our God.
The vision that I had on the day that I had fallen returned and this time I
felt even more connected to it.  I was older and now with the stirring how
could I not feel the connection with more intensity?

Kyrenos's little fingers encircled my Godhead and began to pull the
foreskin up and down.  At the same time I could feel the fingers of another
hand lightly stroking my little ball sac.  I felt transported to a special
place only my Cock and Balls anchoring me to the earth and I was chanting
"Prapus" over and over again.  Before my inward eyes the huge Phallus and
Balls filled me with love and the Eye was seeping.  I longed to kiss it, to
take the seeping on my little boy tongue and taste the goodness of my God.

I felt a fire building up in my Cock, hot yet not burning, a simple feeling
of tremendous pleasure that was getting better and better.  Time had no
meaning, only the joy of the moment, as if there was nothing but Priapus
and myself, that we were communing and he was teaching me without words the
essence of his being and mine.  Of course I am using adult words to
describe a boyhood experience; I did not have had the words in my simple
vocabulary at that time but I knew that what I was experiencing was
something wonderful, and spiritual.

And then the supreme moment came.  As I saw Priapus beginning to fountain
forth his holy blessing I was doing that with him but whereas his Phallic
juices were flowing thick and copious, so much so that I felt bathed in
them, my first Cumming was dry.  Yet my Cock was throbbing and pulsating
and the divine moment of my first orgasm hit me with such force that I
screamed and moaned at its intensity and then my whole body shook as the
climactic moment of sheer ecstasy was replaced by one of soreness and
fulfilment.

As I opened my eyes the hands and fingers that had done their mighty work
were removed.  Both Kyrenos and Pratos were there and it was clear that the
fingers of the latter had been rewarding my Balls for the ministrations
that I had done upon him.

And the rest of the household had been watching.  But on their faces, (and
it was the face of my father that I focused on most) there was not only a
look of joy but of wonderment.  It had not been so at Pratos's drycum - the
joy yes, but not the wonderment.  I was aware that I was trembling yet felt
so happy and at peace.

What had they seen whilst my eyes were closed and I was communing with
Priapus?  I did not ask and they did not say anything to me at that time.
I felt my little cock subsiding back to its usual state and I was aware
that I badly wanted to piss so I stood up and went outside to piss in the
channel that carried it over the cliff and down to the sea.  It always felt
good to piss, but this felt even better than before.  Since then I have
often felt the need to piss shortly after Cumming but this is common with
many men and boys.

The hour has grown late and the reliving of memory has made me desire
sleep.  I thought that when I started these writings that it should be a
short and quick enterprise and that my record would be swiftly completed.
However the designs and intentions of men are not always those of Priapus
and I must dance to his Muse.  So, as I finish my silver goblet of wine I
shall lay down my quill and prepare for sleep.  My body servant, the young
Priest, shall share my bed this night for warmth, for the nights are cool,
but the memories have also inspired me and my Cock is raging so it may well
be that Priapus delays our sleep as we worship him.

Once again I pray for his blessings upon us all, he and I and all who shall
read this.  Hail Priapus!