Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2006 11:10:18 -0000
From: Trefor Heywood <cleftref@btinternet.com>
Subject: The Novice Chapter Eight

This is the eighth 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 Eight

Disclaimer: The events described in this chapter are a description of
Paul's experience and the workings of his mind and are not to be
interpreted or taken as anything other than this.



Paul lay there on the altar, tingling with ecstasy at that had so far
occurred and also with anticipation about what was to follow.  His ears
detected the silence that followed all the groans and exclamations of the
many ejaculations and the shouts of praise; it was like the stillness
following a raging storm, the stillness such as Jonah experienced when he
heard the still small voice of God.

But it was of short duration, a moment for reflection and peaceful
meditation for those who had drained themselves already in the orgasms of
the ritual, to allow them to reconcentrate their energies now upon attuning
themselves to Paul himself as he approached the zenith of the experience
and his own climactic sharing of what they had already experienced.

The organ began to play softly and at first it was merely a succession of
tuneful and undulating notes, but nothing that was recognisable as a tune
in its own right - it was there as a kind of mood setter, a background and
Paul found it helped to enhance his already blissful state.  His whole body
felt completely aware and sensitive, her felt strangely as if was a phallus
in itself and not just his own erect cock.

Before he had come to the Abbey Paul thought he had experienced everything
that there was to experience in male sexuality, apart from things that had
never appealed to him personally.  But then he had never been in such a
multipersonal and spiritual situation such as this before.  He felt a total
and complete sense of brotherhood and indeed he had taken into himself, by
one orifice or another, all the brotherly essence that was available.  He
had to wish to analyse it, only to enjoy and immerse himself in the
experience.

Then the organ music changed to what were obviously the introductory bars
of a hymn and Paul's ears tuned more into the sound even those his eyes
remained unfocussed upon anything in particular.  He recognised the tune as
Love Divine All Loves Excelling.  The organ played a whole verse before the
brethren begin to sing at the start of the second rendition.

Love Divine all loves excelling Joy of Heaven to Earth come down Fix in us
thy humble dwelling All thy sexual mercies crown Jesu thou our greatest
lover Pour on us celestial light As we man with man discover How to love
and not to fight.

May our cocks express Thy Glory And our balls creative signs As we live the
wondrous story Of Thy glorious Gay designs Celebrating our cummunion Cock
with ass and ass with cock Making truth through sexual union Male the
Shepherd, male the flock.

Sacramental sexual sharing Makes us one and one with Thee Fully loving,
fully caring Thus doth make thy Gay sons free Changed from glory into glory
Till in heaven we see Thy face Till we cast our cocks before Thee In
orgasmic joyful praise!

Now we pray here for our brother In his hour of trial and need Clothe him
with your Spirit, smother Out all selfishness and greed May he share with
us his being We partaking of his seed He of ours, to find the freeing Thus
created by the deed!

Smile upon him, his vocation All his earthly sojourn days In this holy
sweet location Guide and guard and teach Thy ways Thus by body mind and
spirit Serve and praise Thee for Thy love So that he may in time inherit
Divine fullness from above!

Paul thought the words inspirational and the singing had been beautiful in
four part harmony just like a male voice choir back home in Wales, all that
testosterone transformed into heavenly sounds.

He became aware of figures approaching at each side and also at the foot of
the altar where his feet lay.  He focused his eyes to the left and made out
the form of Brother Cuthbert and to his right he discerned the form of the
Abbot himself.  Both their cocks were flaccid and pendulous now, which
carried with it their own beauty.  At the foot of the altar he saw the
smilingly beautiful and angelic face of Brother Thomas and he also noticed
that his own cock was glistening, completely coated in his own precum to a
far greater degree than he has ever seen before.  The foreskin had peeled
back of its own accord and the engorged mushroom head appeared to be
pulsating with its own rhythm and even more precum was commencing to ooze
out of the slit and he could see Thomas licking his lips at the sight.
Something from Oscar Wilde about "rose red lips made for the madness of
kisses" came to his mind but he knew that those rose red lips would shortly
be doing more than kissing.

But it began with a kiss as Thomas leaned forward over the foot of the
altar, positioning his body so his head came down in the precise spot over
Paul's cock and the golden tresses shimmered in the candlelight. Paul felt
a shiver run through his whole being as Thomas's lips made contact with the
glistening head, a shiver of sheer delight, an electric discharge that
spread and dissipated through his whole being.  Thomas opened parted his
precum coated lips and his tongue eagerly shot forward to catch the oozing
nectar and, as he withdrew it, the gossamer-thread was pulled upwards like
a string, a bridge between tongue and cock and Paul could not prevent a
gasp escaping from his lips.

"Lean back Brother Paul and close your eyes, see with your mind and soul
and not your eyes," Abbot Ignatius quietly whispered in his ear.  Paul
meekly obeyed.  This left him with his other senses and they became even
sharper.  His ears could hear the soft music playing on the organ and a
quiet chanting beginning to rise from the throats of the brethren, it
sounded like Latin but he could not be sure.

He became more aware of the mixtures of tastes that lingered on his tongue,
the honey sweetness mixed with saltiness and the velvet caresses and
vibrations of the energised semen in his mouth.  His throat felt like silk
and his stomach felt satisfied and sated as if after a good meal but he had
after all feasted as at a banquet.  For some reason he felt like Paul
Atreides having drunk the Water of Life and that he was now mutating it
into a powerful, life-giving force that would change his consciousness
forever.

His nostrils could differentiate between scents; the lingering smell of
incense with undertones and arpeggios of male musk.  He was aware that he
had been perspiring and he could smell the pheromones he was producing and
the pheromones that were being produced by all the brothers, a male-mating
trigger of brotherhood lust and love.

He could also feel Thomas's tongue lightly running over every surface of
his cock, licking up the gossamer precum nectar that had been erupting from
it like lava from a volcano.  To describe the feeling as delightful ecstasy
would be an understatement.  Clearly this process was not to be hurried and
Paul actually found that haste was the last thing on his mind.

But he was not prepared for the next sensation which was totally unexpected
and he gasped as he felt two tongues making simultaneous contact with his
nipples which he knew were already hard and erect and he gasped aloud and
again when mouths followed tongues and began to suck them into a vacuum.
He knew this would be the Abbot and Cuthbert because it was logical, given
where they had been standing before he closed his eyes and he found the
expert rhythm was not only delightful in itself but also intensified the
ministrations he was receiving at his cock where Thomas was engaged in the
task before him.

He felt Thomas take the head in his mouth for the first time.  The warm and
moist lips thrilled him as they passed over the surface of the head and
brushed against the sensitive corona and then closed on the shaft.
Thomas's tongue then proceeding to trace it way around the head and Paul
felt himself approaching a state of ecstasies as his whole body shook and
quivered at all the stimulation he was receiving.

Yet the intensity was not fully complete as he realised when he felt an
expert hand staring to caress and massage his ball sac with light and
gentle strokes and shortly afterwards a lubricated finger was massaging
around his asshole which was still dilated from his fucking by Aidan and he
felt it sliding inside and engaging his prostrate.  It was almost more
stimulation than anyone could bear simultaneously as it set his body, his
heart, his mind and his spirit ablaze.  It was a symphony of sensation
being performed upon him yet in perfect tempo and harmony, could Heaven be
any better than this?  He thought to himself and yet it was not a verbal
thought, it was more like a vision that linked Heaven and Earth and he felt
as one transfigured with the power and the love of God.

And that very transfiguration sparked a vision in his mind.  Whilst he
remained totally bodily aware and responsive his mind took him away from
the Abbey and images flashed through his mind, slowly at first, but then in
increasingly rapid succession until they became almost a blur.  It was like
he was floating naked in a time warp, travelling without moving and time
had no meaning.  Yet he did not feel alone, an incredibly loving presence
was with him that felt angelic, human and divine all at the same moment.
He felt completely at peace with the presence, there were no doubts,
worries or fears whatsoever, only peace love and acceptance with a feeling
of oneness permeating his whole being.

And then he was conscious of a slowing down, he was approaching some kind
of destination and he was curious as to what or where it was.  It was then
as if he slept a dreamless yet refreshing sleep and as he awoke was on a
bed, surrounded by initially shadowy figures that gradually became
distinct.  His eyes seemed to focus upon one in particular, the most
beautiful face he had ever seen, besides which Thomas's would have paled
into insignificance and he felt transfixed by a pair of eyes that was
looking at him intensely, looking into his very soul and a bearded mouth
that was smiling more sweetly than he had ever seen before.  He did not
have to ask whom it was, he knew immediately he was looking at the Saviour
of the World.

He realised that he was the young man he had read about in the apocryphal
secret gospel of Mark and that he was here in the Saviour's presence to
learn the secrets of the kingdom.  Yet all communication was through the
eyes, he was not conscious of hearing words in any language known or
unknown.

The eyes took him into another setting - he and Jesus were standing by a
river besides which was a pool.  They were both naked apart from white
cloths that covered their loins, tucked in around their waists.

"Do you believe in me?"  The eyes of Jesus asked.

"Yes Lord, I believe in you," Paul's eyes answered in wordless reply.

"Do you love me?"

"Yes Lord, I love you."

"Then I will teach you the inner secrets of the Kingdom of Love."

"I am ready and willing to learn them."

"When you strip without being ashamed, and you take your clothes and put
them under your feet like little children and trample them, then you will
see the Son of the of the Living one and you will not be afraid."

Paul's hands went to the tuck on his sindon and pulled it free so that the
garment dropped to the ground and revealed him fully naked to the gaze of
the Lord.  He stood on the discarded garment and his eyes filled with
wonder as Jesus did the same.  Paul was transfixed by the sight of the
rapidly swelling penis of the Lord and the low hanging balls that looked as
if they could inseminate the universe with their potent creative power.  It
was the most beautiful cock he had ever seen, the ideal phallus that
represented the phalluses of all men, that united the phalluses of all men
into one, his own swelling phallus longing to be united with it and to know
its mysteries.  He felt no sense of shame whatsoever but rather of joy and
love and absolution.  Jesus moved to stand before him and he well
automatically to his knees in wonder so that the Lord's cock was before his
face.

"I am the Logos who made the world, I am before Abraham was, I am the Bread
of Life, I am come to heal and cleanse the world and to make men whole.  I
will give you my baptism in all its fullness and teach you the love of God
through the love of man."

I am Thine Lord, do with me as thou wilt."

"First you shall drink of the fountain of living water that your physical
and spiritual thirst shall be satisfied."

Jesus's cock poured forth a fountain of piss that landed on Paul's hair and
trickled down his face.  It was a shock and yet not a shock, warm yet
cooling, yellow yet clear, pungent yet perfumed and as Paul opened his
mouth to drink his tongue found it bitter yet sweet.  He swallowed and
wanted more, it was like an intoxicating wine yet did not intoxicate and
his soul exalted.  He felt the droplets that missed his mouth running
across his nipples and down his chest, dousing his cock and his balls and
some drops also rejoined at his perineum and moistened his asshole.  It
strangely felt cleansing, the Lord was marking him for his own and all the
feelings of sin guilt and doubt that he had ever had for his sexuality were
washed away.

Paul managed to swallow several mouthfuls before the stream lessened and
then ceased.  Without being bid, his tongue shot forth to lick up the last
few drops from the Holy slit.

The experience and the ingestion of the Lord's water made him want to piss
also.

Jesus's arms gently lifted him to his feet.

"As thou receivest, so shalt thou give."

"Lord, I am not worthy to do this to Thee..."

"Let it be so for the present, The Son of Man is made flesh and in the
flesh must receive from man all the bad and also the good.  That which thou
doest is good for I must drink of the vine as I am the vine."

Jesus knelt before Paul and without any conscious will on his part, his
cock began to pour forth its light yellow stream over Jesus's hair, face
and beard and he watched Jesus opening his mouth to receive, to taste, to
drink, and he felt exceedingly humble at the sight, to be such an
instrument for the Lord.  It felt almost like an orgasm as his bladder
emptied, yet was more a spiritual than a physical one.  As the stream
stopped, Jesus's tongue licked up the droplets from the slit of Paul's cock
and rose to face him once again.

"What we have done is the baptism of men and that was needful because it
completes a circle.  Water appears in several forms within the universe,
visible and hidden to our eyes.  You cannot see it in the air, yet it is
there, just as God is there.  Yet when you see a cloud, you are seeing
water yet do not think of it fully until they produce their rain to refresh
the parched earth.  It becomes a liquid to the eyes as rivers, lakes and
seas and men drink of it in various forms.  Their bodies are largely water
and yet it is again hidden until they produce the rain from their bodies as
we have done.  We have refreshed our parched bodies, some is still visible
and some is again invisible, that which we have taken into ourselves from
each other.  Thus the hidden things of God are made visible and then
invisible as part of that circle.  Yet to know what is there and to be
aware of it means that the hidden is never really so when we see it with
our hearts and minds.  Thus God is revealed through knowledge and not
always by sight yet he infuses our beings just as the water infuses our
bodies and as we know more of our bodies we can know more of God.

"He that finds the light within, will discover God, he who knows himself
knows God.  He who shares that light shares God who works through the body
and manifests himself through it. Thus God is manifest in our erections and
in our water."

The truths that Jesus shared made sense to Paul, he realised he had much to
learn and to see in a new light, that there were new vehicles of learning
he had never contemplated before that Jesus was teaching truths of
spiritual things through the flesh, something that many, including those
who claimed to be his followers, had not been able to accept and had denied
and opposed.  Oh yes, they wanted the pain and the gore and the blood but
they did not want to experience the flesh as a pleasurable learning
experience, they only wanted a one-dimensional Jesus moulded to their own
image.  They did not want Jesus as a three dimensional sexual being because
that made him fully incarnate and carnal implications were not something
they could get their mind around.

"Now let us go to the pool."

Jesus gently took Paul by the hand and led him to the pool which appeared
to be somehow fed by the river as there was a small entrance stream and
another which exited it, thereby ensuring a steady if slow turnover of its
contents.  It appeared to be about four feet deep with a flat but rocky
bottom and at one end there was a gentle slope leading downwards.

As his feet touched the water it felt quite cold but as he went in deeper
it began to feel warmer.  As they reached the level where their genitals
were about to enter Jesus stopped them both and dropping his hand from
Paul's, turned towards him.

"I have shared with you the baptism of men and will now wash your genitals.
To preserve a false sense of prudery they have often been called "feet"
which in a way is not so far from the mark.  They are a part of your
journey and your pilgrimage."

Jesus cupped some water from the pool and poured it over Paul's cock and
balls.  He then gently pulled back Paul's foreskin and did it again, this
time ensuring the water ran over his glans and that it washed off the last
droplets of piss.  He then cupped Paul's ball sac in his left hand whilst
he poured a third libation from his right.

"How beautiful are the cocks of those who preach the gospel of peace and
bring glad tiding of good things!"

Paul knew the phrase, but with feet mentioned.  Yet he now understood the
directness of the description.  His cock could preach the gospel and bring
glad tidings to those who were seeking, he could bring God's love to those
who were despised and rejected because they loved men.  He could help to
make God manifest through his sexuality and his body.  The knowledge
overwhelmed him, humbled him and excited him.  It was both a commission and
an ordination, authorising him to use his cock in the service of God and
his fellow men.

"And so shall you do unto me."

This time Paul did not protest his unworthiness because he knew he was
acceptable to the Lord and that in doing so he would learn new truths.

He cupped his hands into the water and began to pour it over Jesus's erect
cock and his balls.  As he did so a change appeared in Jesus's cock - the
head had previous been cut, albeit with loose and supple shaft skin and now
it was covered by a foreskin also.  In wonder and awe he peeled it back to
pour another handful of water over the glans and then cupped the creative
power of the universe in his hands to perform the third libation.

"Thy Word is a lamp to my cock Lord."

Again the change from feet...

"You shall do this with your brethren.  Cleansing your body thus cleanses
your soul for the gospel and your cock for its witness.  By doing this you
honour and cleanse the cocks of your brethren in loving service.  You
wonder why you see my foreskin - like the water it is always there and may
be revealed to the sight of men as I will.  In the Resurrection all men
will have their foreskins because the covenant made with Abraham will be
fulfilled and mankind made whole and complete in me.  In me there is no cut
or uncut, such phrases will have no meaning any more because we will all be
one in our wholeness.  For now whether the cocks of your brethren have
foreskins or not you will see those who do not spiritually as having them
just as they will see you spiritually as circumcised which you are in me.
See my cock in the cocks of your brethren and God in them all."

Paul mused on this thoughtfully.  There were two lesson being taught here -
physical cleanliness but also how to view things.  In the Kingdom all cocks
were equal and he should act in a way that made future truth present truth.
This was a challenge as he had always had a preference for uncut, not that
this had ever stopped him from enjoying cut cocks, but that he should be
less discriminatory and accept each with joy.  By extension that went for
the whole person to whom the cock was attached also.  To give himself
wholly just as Jesus did, to share the love of God to his fellow men.

"Now turn around that I may wash your other foot..."

Oh so his cock and balls only counted as one foot then.  Yet is was a
logical progress that he could not fault, if indeed he wanted to find fault
with anything that Jesus was saying to him.

"Bend forward a little and hold your gates of love apart."

Paul thrilled at his description as he obeyed the Lord. He bend forward a
little and put his hand behind him to spread the cheeks of his ass apart.
As he did so his right hand brushed against Jesus' erect cock.  He heard
the splash of Jesus' hands entering the water, then felt the cool wetness
as it was poured into the ravine he had created then expert fingers rubbing
up and down the wettened area, lightly and gently and the tips of Jesus'
fingers stroking the entrance which puckered involuntarily at the touch.

"Your body is a temple of the Lord, a temple not made with hands, a temple
of flesh which houses your spirit and is also a tabernacle of my Father.
Here is an entrance and not just an exit as the world thinks it should be.
Here is an entrance to the mysteries of the Kingdom where divine rapture
may be experienced and the creative energy of the universe unleashed.  Know
there is more here than the world thinks, or knows of, or understands.  But
those who seek will find and to those who knock the door will be opened."

So, mused Paul, his asshole was a temple entrance and it led to potential
explosive energies beyond the mere act of penetration.  Would the Lord
enter that temple himself he wondered?

"Whenever that temple is entered I shall be there so I need not go there
now but rather shall I feed you the milk of loving kindness that you may
taste of it and see."

Paul found himself kneeling down in the pool so that his face was at the
same level as the Lord's erect cock.  He needed no command to open his
mouth as the divine member sought entrance.  Bliss filled his whole being
as the head entered and his tongue began to worship the mushroom delight of
it.  As he did so he could sense the explosion beginning - clearly the
feeding was not to be delayed, not because it could not be so delayed but
because of his need to receive.  Before he knew it Jesus emitted a loud
sigh and the throbbing member of the Lord gave forth of its seed.  Paul's
mouth was filled with the sweetness of honey and the saltiness of the sea
and his throat welcomed it, swallowing it down eagerly as it had never done
before.

"Blessed is he who receiveth that he in turn may give."

The stream seemed never ending.  But Paul was not surprised, as the same
limitations of ordinary men could not apply.  It started at the Lord's
will, not by Paul's own efforts and would finish at the Lord's will.  Just
like a tap turned on and off behind which the supply always waited to come
forth.

Paul began to feel satiated as never before and in response the flow from
the Lord's cock ceased and he drank down the last few drops of the
divine-divine nectar.  His whole being felt energised as never before, not
just his body, but down to the depths of his soul.  He felt transfigured by
the divine gift and the creative love behind it.

Thank you Lord, he gasped out wordlessly as he ran his tongue round his
mouth and swallowed again.

"Now rise up my Brother."

Paul obeyed.

"Now I will begin thus with you.  However, I shall not finish it except
through my presence.  I am always with you through your brethren and I am
there in the midst.  As you love them you are loving me and as they love
you, I am loving you."

Jesus placed his hands on Paul's shoulders and bent forward to kiss Paul on
the lips.  Apparently so chaste yet conveying passion beyond comprehension,
a fleeting moment and yet an eternity.

Paul did not feel them leaving the water yet after the kiss he was lying on
the bank of the pool and his cock was receiving the lips and tongue of the
Lord.  Yet was it the Lord?  He was no longer quite sure and with the
increasing sensations on his cock felt he was conscious that the vision was
fading.

And not just on his cock. The stimulation upon his nipples and his asshole
also returned in their intensity.  During the vision he had been aware of
them somewhere in the background, perhaps even stimulating or creating the
vision in some way.

But he knew where he was now, not on the banks of a pool, nor just in the
naked company of the Lord but on the altar in the chapel in the naked
company of his brethren.

It was Thomas's mouth upon his cock, yet the Lord was still there and Paul
began to pant loudly as he felt his long-awaited orgasm approaching.


To be continued....


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