Date: Thu, 15 Sep 2016 22:31:34 -0400
From: bldhrymn@yahoo.com
Subject: Sacred Rituals

Sacred Rituals

By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex.  If this offends or
bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a
discussion of safe sex. If you have, comments send them to
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Some say the divine rituals have been unchanged since the beginning of
time. As a priest I have learned the secret history. In ancient times
infants were sacrificed to please the gods. A plague killed many and the
High Priest realized there were no infants to spare. People doubted the
efficacy of the sacrifices since they obviously did not spare us from the
plague.

He knew that sperm made babies and that it seemed to regenerate itself
after every use.  The King was enraged at the divine failure, so the priest
allowed the king to breed him. He assumed that taking the King's cock in
his ass would atone for the god's short comings. The plague abated and
vanished. The gods approved. Infant sacrifice ended and was replaced by
ritual penetration and breeding. The High Priest became the great prophet.

Of course only men could participate. Women were in such short supply that
they could not be spared for ritual use. Men were stronger and more hardy.

Traditionally being fucked by a man was an insult and a humiliation. The
High Priest discovered that it was pleasurable and stimulating. It didn't
seem it was pleasurable to all men, but some enjoyed it. He also found that
his relationship with the King improved. The King was a lusty man.  This
was generally admired, but not by the fathers of beautiful girls.  The King
found that it was easier to enjoy himself with the High Priest than the
harem. Everyone was happy.

Eventually high ranking courtiers joined in the rituals. Clearly the High
Priest couldn't accommodate all of them. The High Priest began searching
for other men to serve as seed recipients.  All of this occurred
generations before I was born. I am Ahab, the ox driver and I am low
born. I am a strong man and discovered that I enjoyed man sex.

Whispers suggested that tolerance of man sex was more important than high
birth for a priest. The life of a priest-recipient was pampered and
pleasant if you could tolerate the rituals. I was well equipped sexually. I
addition to taking seed, some thought taking the cock and seed of a priest
could help weak or sickly men. It was believed that it promoted fertility.

A priest saw me working with my oxen in the hot sun.  We were in a bog near
the Tigris River and I had stripped naked to keep my clothes out of the
mud. When I got the cart and oxen out of the mud, the Priest came to me. We
talked and I told him I was unmarried and had no living family. He told me
that I might find easier work in the temple if I was an open man. Open men
were those who could open their bodies to pleasure. This was a secret
phrase known only to the priests relating to the rituals.  Everyone knew
what the phrase meant, but pretended they didn't know. As long as the
rituals encouraged the gods' favor, no one interfered. He gave me the name
of the gate keeper.

I went to the Great Temple and saw the Grand Gate Keeper, a man named
Almer. I wore only a loin cloth. I told him I had been sent by another
priest. He smiled and had attendants take me to an inner chamber where they
stripped me naked. That was not a problem, since I was nearly naked
throughout the hot season. Almer came in the room; I am a big, strong
man. Almer liked that. He looked me over and asked an attendant if I looked
like Gilgamesh or Enkidu. They are ancient legendary heroes.

"Clearly he is like Enkidu," the man replied. I wasn't sure if that was
good. Enkidu was a wild man. I am big and hairy, but not wild.

"I am not wild," I said.

"A little wild can be good," Almer said. I felt better. His attendant took
me to a bath. I often swam in the river, but had never been in a bath. It
was an alabaster pool in the floor. The water was warm and the attendants
joined me. They scrubbed me with soft sponges and cloths. They were extra
attentive to my private parts and ass.

When I was clean, Almer joined me in a second pool of crystal clear
water. "Have you heard of the secret rituals?" he asked. I nodded. "They
are not as simple as they seem. You may have heard that you receive the
seed of men as an offering to the gods. This pleases the gods. We also
believe the gods feel your pleasure. It is not just the seed, it is the
seed and the pleasure that we offer to the gods."

"Have you had some experiences receiving seed?" he asked.

"Yes, it has been pleasurable," I replied. "This was seed from ox drivers
such as myself, not from high and mighty men."

Almer laughed. "Some parts of men work the same way for all men. The King
feels the same as the ox driver."

"I would be afraid to take the King. I might do something wrong," I said.

Almer laughed again. "If you ever serve the King, you will be ready," he
said. "Only a few men get to serve the king. You will be called Oxman when
you are here.  Names are unimportant to priests, but this name will stay
with you while you are here. If you decide to leave us, you will be Ahab
again.  He then took me to another room and I met three men. They were
called Fisher, Potter and Weaver. They were naked like me, and were
eating. A servant was scurrying around.

Almer put his arms around the servant. "This man will be your trainer and
teacher," he said and he left the room.

"Be seated and eat," the man said. "Call me Teacher and I will guide you to
your new life as a receiver."

"I thought you just bend over and take what comes your way!" Fisher man
said. He was a big man, muscular with his skin darkened by the sun. Curly
black hair covered his chest, but it was hard to see against his dark
skin. He had a deep booming voice.

"That is the easy part of the job. You must enjoy the penetration for the
gods. The sacrifice fails if you don't enjoy it. Some of the sperm offerors
are unskilled and crude. Some have small organs, others are oversized.  All
of them must please you." The teacher explained.

"How often do we do this?" I asked.

"As often as you are asked," the teacher replied. "Major ceremonies are on
the full moon, the King's birthday and his coronation day. When the army
goes to war or on a dangerous mission, we take sacrifices. That can be a
long day accommodating the Generals, officers and sometimes the men."  He
left the room.

"How long have you been training here?" I asked.

"Only a few days," Potter answered. "They want us to fuck each other so we
will be open."

"They want or holes to be open, but firm," Weaver said. "I am fine with the
openness, cocks hurt less. I don't know if I will remain firm."

"You like to have a man prong in you, don't you?" Fisherman asked. Weaver
said yes. "Do you like it when he seeds you?"

"I like that. I like that a lot," Potter said. I've never taken more than
one in day. That might be a problem."

"The boys and I can take care of that," Fisher said roaring with
laughter. "I don't know about the boys, but I bet we could do you three of
four times a day."

"That would be too much," Potter replied.

"When it comes to sex, too much is fine with me. They call it offerings,
but I can't see that it is any different than fucking. You know that don't
you Oxman?" Weaver asked.

"Yes, I have heard stories about it. It is supposed to be secret. If it is
I don't know of anyone who doesn't know about the rituals," I said. "I was
a giver of seed for years. I encountered a man who was bigger than me. He
talked me into taking his seed," I said. "I loved it."

"I was in the same situation. I didn't expect to like it, but after three
of four men fucked me, I liked it," Fisher said. "It took me a while to
admit it to myself, but I figured that if I liked it as much as I did, why
fish when I could catch cocks in my ass?" We talked a little longer, but
Potter soon had an erection. Potter was a bit scrawny and thin, but since
he worked with a potter's wheel and heavy clay, he was muscular.

I decided to make a friend and sit on it. I leaned over, sucked him and
then straddled his cock, lowering myself on his organ. His cock was long,
but curved downwards. It felt good. I bounced on him, his mushroom rubbed
something in my ass the right way. I didn't need to pretend I enjoyed it.

Fisher and Weaver thought this position was exciting. They were used to the
doggy style rear entry position. Fisher became fully erect. I rose from
Potter's pole and sat on Fisher's organ. It was larger and shaped like the
trunk of a great cedar. Potter had left his man seed tribute in my ass, so
Fisher's organ entered easily.

When I was younger, a well experienced older man had taught me many cock
tricks. He had no interest in women, and he concentrated on finding ways to
give men pleasure. I knew how to bounce, squeeze my ass and rotate my hips
to give more pleasure. I found out later that Fisher would usually shove
his cock into an ass and then pound frantically until he popped.

He discovered that my approach was slower, but built up urges into an
intense climax. While he was often set in his ways, he understood the
advantages of my approach. He could relax and let me get him excited. He
did nothing, but when I felt his man seed spurting in my ass, I knew it was
good for him. Once he spurted, I went to Weaver and did the same for him.

We all became friends quickly. I am not a calculating man, but I knew that
offering yourself for sex was always welcome. Two days later I had visited
each man's ass and left my seed deep in them. The teacher watched and
approved. While a tight ass was desirable, if it was too tight a man would
wear down and fail to please. While Fisher was big man he had a very tight
hole. I was able to stretch him and make his ass more accommodating.

I like man sex and let my friends know it. I enjoy a man's cock juices, as
well as the thicker seed cream. Potter was embarrassed that his organ
drooled juices well before the seed flood. I enjoyed these juices and
licked them from the cock slit. I discovered the edge of his mushroom was
tender. It was easy to lick his cock to an orgasm. Potter's juices were
good, but Fisher's sex drool was thicker and sweeter. After a week we were
all comfortable with each other and our cock juices.

Almer returned in the after a week and was happy. "It is time to start the
ritual training now. I have a captain from the army, an archer, a scribe
and the King's uncle to assist me. The teacher will instruct you on the
right prayers and incantations.

The prayers were all written on clay tablets. None of us could read, but
the teacher had memorized them. He knew them by heart. There was not much
to remember. You first said, "Make your offering of your body to the Gods."
And then "I have received your gift and it pleases the gods." In between
the words there was anything from a minute to half an hour of intense
fornication.

The King's Uncle selected me for his offering. It was soon clear that he
had made these offerings many times before. He had no desire to rush it and
he wanted the pleasure to last. He was an old man, but his cock was that of
a youth. It was large but not huge, except for the oversized mushroom.

He carried a small flask of oil, which he spread on my ass. He made a
sudden thrust and the mushroom was in me. He then slowly pushed the rest of
his organ into my oiled ass. He pulled out once, added oil to the tip of
his cock, and then pushed it in again. I began to rotate my ass and squeeze
his man organ.

"You know how to harvest man seed. That is good. the King will like that,"
he said. He leaned over my back and whispered in my ear, "I will soon fill
you was my seed."

"Fill me to overflowing," I replied. That was not on the tablets, but the
King's Uncle seemed pleased and increased the pace of his thrusts. He began
to moan as he filled my ass. His balls must have been full, since I felt
many spurts of sperm in my ass.

We sat and talked for about an hour, then we served one of the other men. I
was with the archer, a muscular youth. He had an exceptionally large organ,
and he came to be at the request of the King's Uncle. The Uncle wanted to
see how I handled the oversized tool.

The Archer had been with the Fisher.  Fisher's hole was tight and the
Archer had enjoyed it. I had been lubricated by oil and the man seed of the
King's Uncle. The Archer began by frantically pounding my ass, but he soon
slowed to better appreciate my tight hole. I tried to grab his organ with
my hole muscles. He seemed to enjoy that and he soon emptied his balls deep
in my ass.

After they left we relaxed, attendants told us to lie back and open our
legs. They held a small bowl at our ass and asked us to expel the man seed
from our ass. It would be offered to the gods. I did what I could. One
attendant then licked the remaining seed from our holes. He had a long
tongue and could force it deep into me.

That night Fisher was uneasy. The Archer's penetration had been painful,
although he hadn't shown it. I comforted him and sucked his cock and he
fell asleep. I slept with his soft organ in my mouth. When I woke, the
Teacher had given Weaver a soothing ointment for Fisher's over used
ass. Weaver coated his cock and then gently eased it into Fisher's
behind. It seemed to work and he felt better.

Normally, we would fuck each other several times a day just to keep our
holes open and flexible. Fisher took the day off, and only did the
fucking. When he pushed his tool into me, he seemed gentler and calmer. I
realized I could enjoy his organ more fully this way. He also realized
there was a spot that gave me intense pleasure just inside my muscle ass
ring. He slowed his thrusts to massage this spot with his mushroom.

We had several quiet days until Almer returned for another part of our
training. Everyone knew that priests were blessed by the gods to serve
them. That blessing included our cocks and our sex juices. Many assumed
that an injection of our juices would help insure fertility. I don't know
if the juices bring divine favor, or if they think the juices will make
them more potent.

The Teacher explained that a large offering of gold, land or gems was
required before a priest would seed you. Often it would be father or rich
relative of the persons who needed help. It was important that these men be
gently treated, since if word got out it was a crude rape, men wouldn't
submit to it. This was complicated by the belief that large cocks were more
beneficial than smaller organs.

The teacher made sure we understood there was a great amount of wealth
involved. Almost half of the temple's income came for these rites. He also
said that some men came back for additional blessings.

Our training was helpful. We had taken turns both receiving and giving, so
we had an understanding of the problem.  While Fisher and I were ideal for
the task, being both big and well endowed, we all participated. The special
ointment Weaver used for Fisher's ass was the key to insuring the pleasure
of the men we seeded.

 Almer brought four men to be seeded with him. Two were men I didn't know,
but the King's Uncle and the Archer returned. No one said it, but I think
this was the personal preference of the men. The Uncle wanted me to breed
him, and the Archer wanted Fisher.

While I am not a libertine of a man of the world, I was sure that the
King's Uncle was well acquainted with these rituals. He was soft, so I
dropped to my knees to suck him hard. I smelled something sweet. It was the
ointment. The King's Uncle was already lubricated. I sucked him until I
tasted cock juices. I was hard by that time and he bent over to open his
hole.

He was open and all but swallowed my cock with his ass. Once I was in his
tightened his ass, it was as if he was trying to grab my cock. The
lubrication made this impossible, but enjoyable. Eventually I seeded
him. He may have enjoyed that as much as I did. I noticed the Archer
greatly enjoyed his time with Fisher.

We had several days of mutual exploration before Almer returned. Fisher was
not naturally partial to receiving man seed. Potter, Weaver and I spent
those days fucking him until his ass relaxed and opened easily. Becoming a
priest meant that you lived well, but it also meant your family would live
well too. Fisher had a large family. My family was small, and I had no
close family.

Three days later, Almer returned with four new men. Most notable was
Captain of the King's guard who was huge and sported an organ that a horse
would admire. He was to use Fisher to receive his seed. Weaver took care of
a cavalryman and Potter serviced a baker, a rich baker. I took care of one
of the King's nephews. He was young and unsure of himself.

The nephew was not an impressive person; he was small and thin. Almer told
me he was the son of one of an Uncle's favorite wives. The Uncle thought
that some man seed in his ass might help. I was afraid I might hurt
him. Almer leaned over and whispered, "I have seen him watching naked men
wrestling. He was obviously excited, but too timid to do anything about
it. Take him to a small chamber. Spend a few days with him. He might grow
up."

I said I would do what I could. Almer left and I went to the room with the
nephew. As was usual, I stripped naked. He did the same.  The man's name
was Nimrod, a big name for a timid man. He was physically mature with a
thick bush and full sized cock, but he seemed young and afraid.

"Are you going to fuck me?" he asked as he stared at my cock. "It's huge!"

"I can take or give offerings," I said.

"I've never given an offering. Does it hurt?" he asked.

"It has never been a problem for me. For you it should be pleasurable," I
explained. "I can help to make it more pleasurable for you if you want." He
nodded.

"You need to be erect, I will help you with that," I said as I dropped to
my knees and took his cock into my mouth. He smelled of flowers. He must
have taken a bath in scented water. He may have looked young, but his cock
reacted the way most men's organs do. His cock was more impressive than
most. Nimrod was drooling man juices and he was moaning. I bent over and
opened my ass.