Date: Thu, 19 Jan 2006 11:14:32 -0000
From: Trefor Heywood <cleftref@btinternet.com>
Subject: The Novice Part 7

This is the seventh part of The Novice story.  The copyright statement at
the end still applies.

Comments or questions are welcome at email address cleftref@btinternet.com .



THE NOVICE - Part Seven



Paul became aware of the panting, the groans and the heavy breathing both
from in front and behind him.  He was also joining in the chorus himself,
but with his mouth engaged around the Abbot's cock his noises were more of
a quiet moaning, interspaced with a louder moan whenever one of Aidan's
thrusts gave his prostate special pleasure.

He knew that both were approaching their climax through the medium of his
body.

He wanted them to reach their climax, not because he was not totally and
blissfully enjoying it but because of time, there was so much more to come
in the rite and therefore they should not hold up the rest of the ceremony
too long.  He was already unaware, due to his reverie of remembrance how
long he had been spitroasted for and could not judge whether it had been
for five minutes or an hour.  Whereas normally time was not the important
factor, when over fifty brethren were waiting their part then time appeared
to acquire more importance than normal.

They appeared to understand his wish.  The Abbot shouted "Hallelujah" and
climaxed, ejaculating squirts of warm and thick semen into Paul's mouth and
the convulsions of his body were transmitted to Paul through the
convulsions of his streaming cock.  Paul greedily swallowed the white
nectar and savoured the taste upon his tongue as he did so.  His tastebuds
detected the saltiness, the sweetness and the creaminess of it as it
lubricated his mouth, his tongue and his throat.

Before the last drops had erupted from the spent and satisfied organ the
cry of "Hallelujah" was likewise emitted like a cry of triumph from Aidan
as his body convulsed in orgasm and Paul could detect the convulsions of
that orgasm as Aidan's cock released its treasure into his guts and Aidan
collapsed upon him, kissing his neck.

He then felt Aidan withdrawing and his ass ring closing together as the
head of Aidan's cock emerged from the temple where it had worshipped.  He
opened his mouth for the Abbot to remove his cock also and visually checked
that he had not missed any of the gift from the Abbot's balls.  A small
bubble of white seeped through the slit and Paul flicked his tongue gently
to receive it.

"Amen," he said softly but the assembled brethren loudly echoed this.

The Abbot invited Paul to raise himself from his position of leaning across
the altar.  Paul stood upright and as he did so he was aware of Aidan
appearing at the other side of the altar, his sated cock still displaying
full erection, glistening in the light due to its coating of lubrication
oil.

"This completes the first stage of the Rite of Holy Welcome brother Paul,"
Abbot Ignatius stated.  "You have received of the Holy seed of your
brethren in your mouth and your anus that you may commune with the divine
nectar of life.  My cock and the cock of Brother Aidan have borne witness
to this and through our cocks our bodies and our spirits have communed with
you and our Heavenly Father.  Your body will now further become the altar
of sacrifice to receive the Holy seed of your brethren here assembled, they
will offer the fruit of their cocks and their balls to God through yourself
that we may all be aware of our oneness with each other and that we may be
encouraged in the love of our brethren. You are invited to lay yourself
upon this altar of sacrifice and prepare yourself mentally, physically and
spiritually for that role.  Whilst you do so we will sing another hymn."

The organ struck up the opening notes and Paul recognised the tune well, it
had often been used in church services he had attended but again, he knew
the words would not be the familiar ones.

Oh worship the Lord in the beauty of horniness!  Be naked before him, his
Glory proclaim!  With gold of our cocks and the incense of lustiness Be
hard before him, the Lord is his name!

Be not as the ones whose joy cannot be fully free Who let inhibitions all
get in their way, Who know not the joys of their cocks being used for Thee,
Know not the blessings for those who are Gay!

Affirming the truths that we know of a certainty That God made us gay in
his purpose and plan, So honour that gift in its use by affinity In cock
and cum love of our fellow man!

Our bodies are temples for brethren to worship in Receiving the tribute
from cocks that is due Is holy and right, it is loving and not a sin When
done for his glory with heart that is true!

Our semen is shared with each other in brotherhood, Service and giving that
all may be blessed, So cum ye, so cum ye, and give to the sexual good, The
needs of your brethren to fulfil their quest

For meaning and truth.  For their fullness of personhood, Of being God's
sons who are proud to be gay, And happy to worship with heart mind and cock
so good Knowing that man sex doth praise and doth pray

To him who created all things for our benefit For us to enjoy and to and
give thanks to him for Enjoying our cocks in thanksgiving to him for it In
loving our brethren we thus love God more!


Oh worship the Lord in the beauty of horniness!  Be naked before him, his
Glory proclaim!  With gold of our cocks and the incense of lustiness Be
hard before him, the Lord is his name!

During the singing Paul turned and hailed himself upon the altar.  He
raised his legs up so he was sitting upon it and positioned himself so that
he could lay down full length upon it.  As he lay down he felt the softness
of a pillow of some kind that had been placed there to support his head and
lift it up enough for him to be able to see along the length of his body.
He could see his own stiff cock rising at an angle from his body, its head
pointing towards him, and he placed his hands by his side and relaxed,
gathering his thoughts upon what was to come.

He saw the Abbot using a censer to cense around the altar, or rather
altars, the one the solid platform upon which he lay and the other the
altar of his own body.  The scented smell of the smoke filled his nostrils
and was almost intoxicating, it reminded him so much of Sunday morning High
Masses that he had attended but this was the first time he had encountered
such a use of incense as this.  He also noticed the cameras tracking around
the altar following the Abbot being held by naked cameramen and wondered
what they must be seeing in their viewfinders.  No doubt at some later
stage he would be able to view the results of their work, but for the
moment he was the central actor in the sacred drama that was taking place.
He had no doubt that it would be unlike any gay pornography he had ever
seen before.  Indeed it did not seem pornographic to Paul because it was
over and beyond sexual titillation, more than guys just enjoying themselves
and getting their rocks off whether as participants or viewers, more than
just a celebration of male flesh with male flesh.  It was the union of the
physical with the spiritual, the two uniquely combined and made one, love
lust praise and thanksgiving intertwined, not strangers at war with each
other as it was in much of the outside world.

After his recent oral and anal exertions Paul now expected the next segment
of the rite to be a lie back and enjoy it passive experience.

The first group of brethren were approaching the altar and began gathering
around upon each side apart from the sides where his and feet head were.
Obviously the focus of alignment was to be the trunk of his own body, from
his chest to his cock and balls.

What appeared to be a forest of hard erect cocks confronted his vision,
different shapes and sizes, some already glistening with precum, some lower
and some higher depending on how tall their owner was.

He decided to count the cocks gather round his body, for some reason his
focus was upon them rather than looking upwards to faces.

He counted ten, five upon each side.

Hand reached across his body to touch and fondle the cocks and the ballsacs
upon their opposite sides and bodies leaned forward, Paul glimpsing heads
coming together for deep tonguing and kissing.

It was an erotically charged vision and Paul felt his own cock hardening
even more in response.

There was moaning and heavy breathing as hands began to masturbate the
cocks they held.  He had never seen such a vision, a sea, an ocean even of
erect male members around his naked body, a totality of naked masculinity
unashamed in its profusion, without barriers or pretence or evasion.  There
was only total honesty and revelation, love and lust and worship
intertwined, intensely physical and spiritual all at the same moment.  All
the available words he could think of rolled through his mind - penis,
dick, cock, phallus, willy etc, became almost a litany to be recited.  The
sight engaged his total attention.

He also became aware of the increasing sounds of friction, skin against
skin and moans and gasps emitting from mouths and throats, signifying the
pleasure that the possessors of their swollen organs were receiving, it was
clearly not a Trappist order of silence.

And then the first cock shot forth its white load in a gushing torrent, a
white foaming Niagara of ball juice, dropping onto his stomach, forming a
lake in his navel.  Paul was aware of the wet sensation upon his skin and
the pressure as it landed.

Hallelujah rang out from all around to greet this manifestation.  Heads and
tongues came down to consume it but also fingers came down to harvest some
of it and a hand carried its cargo towards Paul's face, an offering for him
to accept should he desire.

And he was eager to do so - he opened his mouth and the white liquid nectar
was dripped onto his eager and receptive tongue.  It tasted heavenly and he
licked the remaining drops from the fingers.  The spent cock retreated and
another fresh one took its place.

Clearly this was the pattern to be observed then - he too was to share in
the white creamy bounty of orgasm as it was manifested.

Time seemed to have no meaning and Paul did not even count its passage by
the number of ejaculations that spurted forth and landed upon the altar of
his body.  As each sample of white nectar was offered to his mouth he
accepted it meekly and gratefully and savoured the varied tastes and
consistencies.  He was communing through the life force that was being
surrendered in sacrifice upon the altar of his body and taking into himself
the sacred energy it represented.

Never before had he seen so much semen at one time.  Never before had he
tasted so much semen at one time, three or four loads were the maximum he
had experienced before in his sexual experiences.

But he had experienced an altar before and his mind reached back to that
time in Alun's uncle's church when it had last occurred.

Paul and Alun had made regular visits to his Uncle Dafydd whenever his aunt
was away.  Although he no longer needed the vibrating dildos to relax him,
he still enjoyed using them for variety and the stimulation that they gave.
Alun had joked about his cock being redundant as far as Paul's ass was
concerned which only inspired Paul to beg Alun to fuck him all the more and
all the harder.  He also eagerly yielded his ass to Fr Dafydd and sucked
Alun's cock whilst he was being spit roasted.  In fact they all took turns
as to who did what.

But it was always in the Presbytery, although they worked their way through
the different rooms.  Paul had loved the shower room because of the way the
shower hose could be used to spray his balls and his ass and produce an
incredibly intense sensation.

In the shower, Fr Dafydd had also introduced the boys to what he called
"watersports".  Paul had never thought of this before, but he found it
quite pleasant to be pissed on over his chest as he knelt, or over his cock
and balls, or feel the warm liquid hitting the crack of his ass, and he
secretly enjoyed the feeling of power when he did it in return.  It was
like an added extra that he could only link with the shower and was almost
like a game distinguishing between the pee coming out of the slit of his
cock and the water that ran over the shaft and cascaded from the end,
intermixing their torrents forwards and downwards.

On one occasion Fr Dafydd had asked the boys if they objected to Mr Jones
joining in their activities.  Alun had of course discovered Fr Dafydd and
Mr Jones having sex in the Presbytery, which had led to their current
activities in the first place, he thought Mr Jones quite attractive for an
older man and was intrigued by the idea.

Paul was not so certain.  He had never had more than a threesome, and that
was only when Fr Dafydd was included as the third, the rest of the time it
was one on one with Alun and he felt nervous of yet another sexual partner
being added.  Like Alun, he did not find Mr Jones unattractive, but he
could not claim to know him as Mr Jones had always left the church with the
others after Holy Communion with the other worshippers.  Paul concluded
that Fr Dafydd had confided to Mr Jones who had no doubt been curious as to
the visits that Paul and Alun made, especially as it had cut down on his
own opportunities for sexual activity with Fr Dafydd.

What convinced him to go ahead was Fr Dafydd's suggestion that, instead of
the Presbytery, they made it an act of worship in the church itself.

Paul could hardly believe his ears.  In his mind the religious and the
sexual had always been separated, they were separate worlds that had their
own existence and whereas he had no problem with his faith and his
sexuality, he had never thought of the two being used together at the same
time and in the same place.

Fr Dafydd explained that it was a logical progression.  If they believed
that their homosexuality was a gift then why not worship and thank God for
it by using it in his house as well as his sight?  Their sexual activity
was always in the sight of God, from whom no secrets are hidden anyway so
why not make such a formal acknowledgement of what they believed was a
sacred act by doing it in a sacred building?  Why not offer their sexuality
upon his altar, dance naked before him as King David had done and show
their love for God by their love for their fellow man by celebrating the
beauty of male-to-male sex in brotherhood and community?


The details of his memory were a little blurred, he could not remember all
the words or every action but he did remember how wonderful it had been.
The candles had been lit and the altar had been censed, as it would have
been for a Mass.  The church door had of course been locked after their
entrance, which as far as they were aware, had been unobserved by any
curious eyes.  Dr Dafydd had not donned vestments for the censing and the
four of them remained in their ordinary clothing whilst this was
done. Hanging the thurible up on its usual hook, he invited them to stand,
one at each corner of the altar and invited them to kiss the cloth that was
laid upon it.

They all made the sign of the Cross as Fr Dafydd said "In the name of the
Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit."

"Brethren, we are gathered at the holy altar of God to offer thanks and
praise and sacrifice with our hearts, our souls and our bodies in
celebration of his gift of homosexuality.  To praise unashamedly naked
before him, sharing with each other our mouths, our cocks, our balls and
asses, and producing from each other that holy life-giving essence of
semen. Let us be naked before the Lord."

They had begun removing their clothes, following Fr Dafydd's lead until
they stood only in their undergarments, their clothes being dropped to the
floor and being allowed to lie where they fell.

Paul and Alun were wearing their favourite tight white tanga briefs that
moulded around their bodies perfectly and revealed the outline of the
packages within unmistakeably.  They als0 outlined their buttocks and the
cleft between.  Father Dafydd was wearing looser and fuller cut white
briefs and Mr Jones was wearing striped red and white boxers that gave
little away regarding what hung underneath, there being a button across the
fly to prevent escape.

He could remember also the way Fr Dafydd had invited him to remove Alun's
tangas and also that Alun had done the same to him and that Fr David and Mr
Jones had done the same with each other.  He also remembered that they had
danced naked seven times around the altar whilst Fr Dafydd recited one of
the psalms but he could not remember which and that he and Mr Jones had
stood against the altar whilst he and Alun had knelt down and sucked their
cocks, swapping over as instructed.  Then he and Alun had also stood
against the altar whilst Fr Dafydd and Mr Jones did the same to them.  Then
Fr Dafydd had placed a chalice on the altar and they had mutually
masturbated until they had all ejaculated into it.  Wine had been added and
they had knelt to receive it as Holy Cummunion as Fr Dafydd had termed it.
Paul could remember the resonating energy he had felt from the experience
and the cummunion.  They had then said a prayer of thanksgiving and Fr
Dafydd had administered a blessing after which they simply dressed and left
the church in silence.

The acts of worship only occurred once after this as a parishioner had
asked an innocent question about why they had been inside and locked the
door.  Fr Dafydd parried the question by explaining that they had been
checking the church for signs of woodworm and it was safer to lock the door
due to some necessary treatment.  Although the parishioner was satisfied
with the explanation, it was felt that discretion was the better part of
valour and so they ceased using the church.  Shortly after that Fr Dafydd
was moved to another parish where it was not possible to have the necessary
privacy as it was in a busy town and illness of his aunt also prevented her
from going away upon her previous visits.

Paul and Alun had then found themselves with only each other.  But within a
couple of years they were being separated by distance and circumstance due
to Paul's family moving away from the area.  Their parting had been painful
and tearful, Paul had felt that his world was collapsing and Alun appeared
to have been similarly affected.

To begin with they had written to each other frequently, using guarded
codes in their letters, and had also spoken on the telephone, again in
guarded codes.  The letters from Alun began to diminish in frequency and
then stopped.  A distraught Paul had attempted to find out why and then he
discovered from another friend that Alun had enlisted in the Army.  He
later heard that Alun had married and was living somewhere in Scotland.

Alun would appear in his memories from time to time but as Paul encountered
other men, Alun became less relevant to Paul's everyday life.  He would not
and could not ever forget him, but he could no longer dwell upon hopes of a
future that included him.  Perhaps, in a way, Alun had been one of the
signposts in the path that had brought him to the Abbey but that signpost
was now down on the horizon upon a pathway that could not be retraced.

And so the stream of cocks and cum continued and Paul continued to receive
the pearly offerings, exalted and transfigured by the male vibrational
energy of it all, time had no meaning and yet his body made no signals
demanding nicotine.  He felt himself in some blissful state, as if the
hands and the tongues of angels were caressing his body and felt fully
attuned to his situation.  He only became aware that this part of the rite
was at an end when the sea of cocks ebbed away and the last drops of cum
touched his lips and tongue.  Suddenly he was there alone on the altar and
he knew that the climax of the rite was now approaching.


To be continued....


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