Date: Sat, 7 Aug 2004 08:17:08 +0100 (BST)
From: andy carmichael <andycarmichael1966@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Rasmi

We were in the garden of the temple, near the large rectangular pond
which was calm and silent, with purple lotus growing in one corner and
only an occasional fish to be seen. We were there, five of us, to
consecrate the new lingam, placed east of the temple building in a small
grove of trees. The lingam was almost as tall as a man, hewn from dark
rock and carved to accentuate the features of the phallus, unlike the
more common form that only suggests these features with delicate lines.
Arun, the head of our group, was clearly pleased. The stone had been
placed in the grove by workmen the previous day, but already had an aura
of power about it.

Arun removed his sarong first and his cock was already distended, though
not fully erect. He stroked it slowly to make it stiffen, then pressed
himself against the lingam and began to rub up and down against it. I
watched the straining muscles of his back, his buttocks squeezing as he
pushed against the stone, heard his breath deepening with each push. He
let out a long, loud moan as he came, his sperm squirting onto the lingam
in streams of pearl. He pulled away to squeeze the last of the semen from
his erection and spread it on the lingam. We came forward and helped to
smear his cum over the stone, and I drank in the warm musky smell and the
sensation of my hands massaging the sticky fluid.

We each followed in turn, doing the same. Each one of us was now clearly
erect as we removed our sarongs, and when my turn came, second from last,
the lingam was warm with the touch of bodies and slimy with the liquid we
had offered up. As I thrust against the rock and brought myself to
orgasm, I could feel a deeper inner heat from the lingam and a gripping
sensation as my cock exploded and my cum shot out over the stone.
Afterwards, we put garlands on the lingam, offered silent prayers, then
went to the small bathing room in the temple to clean ourselves before
returning to our rooms.

The offering of sperm to the lingam took place on the days of the new
moon and full moon each month, but in these ceremonies we masturbated
each other into silver cups, then Arun would rub the sticky mass over the
head of the lingam and progressively down its shaft. Usually there were
twenty-one of us from the temple, but sometimes with visitors from other
parts of the province we had up to fifty temple dwellers. At these times,
the head and shaft of the lingam stone was wet and glistening in the
reddish light of early evening.

In the seventh lunar month we had a novice come to us. His name was Rasmi
and he shared my room. It is important that novices enter the temple just
before they experience their first orgasm, though it's common that many
appear shortly afterwards. Rasmi was still to let loose his sperm, but
Arun had examined his body closely and said the time was close, so the
five of us who had consecrated the lingam took Rasmi to the stone each
night and had him stand naked with his back pressed against it. His cock
was slender and smooth, but a small patch of pubic hair was already set
around it. His scrotum was small but his testicles well formed and silken
to touch. Arun masturbated Rasmi until he was stiff, then each of us
masturbated ourselves, catching the sperm as we ejaculated and rubbing it
over Rasmi's erection, his balls, the lower part of his abdomen, inside
his thighs and underneath. By the time the five of us had done this,
Rasmi's cock was fully hard and standing up, and would throb with
excitement, but it took nine days before his body finally gave up the
first milky fluid, which we quickly caught and smothered onto the lingam.
Rasmi was now a temple dweller and we had a small celebration before
announcing him to the others the next morning.

That night he had slept soundly from the time his head touched the
pillow, and I lay for a long time looking at his smooth naked body in the
darkness. The second night, I invited him into my bed. He was shy at
first, though not nervous, and as I held him to me I could feel his cock
already stiff. My erection grew to press against his as we kissed
silently and explored our bodies. I lay him on his back and moved my
mouth down over his chest, the small dark nipples and his slim, firm
stomach. As I reached the warm hard flesh, I grasped the shaft to pull
back the foreskin and plunged his cock into my mouth. He moaned and his
cock twitched against the inside of my mouth. I was afraid he would come
too quickly, so rested gently for a while so he would get used to the
sensation, then slowly sucked up and down on the shaft, releasing then
swallowing the head before letting his cock loose and licking and
massaging his balls, and returning to his cock. I continued like this for
some time and was pleased to see him enjoying it and prolonging his
excitement.

I laid back myself and pulled him towards me, indicating that he should
do the same to me. He tentatively moved down my body and I felt his teeth
squeeze my right nipple before his tongue traced a warm wet trail down
the centre of my stomach. He grabbed my cock and took a deep breath, then
shoved it boldly into his mouth and sucked vigorously. I was going to ask
him to slow down, but it felt too good. His head bobbed up and down as he
pushed my cock further into his mouth, sucked the head then dropped to
lick and press into my balls. I held him to me again and felt the heat
exuding from his body and the light sheen of perspiration that covered
his skin. Our cocks rubbed and pushed against each other and I could feel
his shaft throbbing. I grabbed hold of it and masturbated him forcefully
as his body leapt and twisted, then the spurts of cum shot out, over his
stomach, my hand and onto the bed. He groaned and let out a deep sigh of
relief, smiling at me and grasping my cock. I scooped up his cum and
rubbed it over my erection, then had him masturbate me. He took to it
with energy and purpose, squeezing and pumping hard and strong, running
the full length of my shaft. His sperm lubricated the process perfectly
and in a short time I felt my rear hole squeeze, my balls lift up and
suddenly my whole being surrendering to the orgasm, my cum shooting into
Rasmi's face as he was caught unawares. When I was spent, he wiped the
cum from his face and swallowed it, savouring the taste. From that time
we became inseparable, and though some of the temple dwellers have left
to a new garden in the west, Rasmi and I have remained here, content.