Date: Thu, 26 Apr 2001 03:26:11
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "A Brewster Beltane Celebration" (t/t, t/b, m/f)
Caution/Welcome. This is a story involving four brothers, one preteen, one
thirteen-year-old and two fifteen-year-old twins who, with old friends and
new, participate in their first Beltane, a celebration of the height of
spring and the flowering of life, a celebration of the miracles of
fertility, sensuality, and love, a time of faerie mischief and delight, and
a time for an all out all night orgy. This story is posted at free gay
adult story sites for adult entertainment only. Permission is not given to
copy electronically nor in any other form for the purpose of redistribution
or posting at sites other than those described here. This is the
twenty-fourth story in the Brewster Boys special events and myths series.
The ceremony described in the following story is not meant to portray any
one path, belief, tradition or coven, but has been written in respect for
all. If the practices described in the following story deviate from your
own pagan philosophy, remember, there are many branches to the path we
follow. If pagan beliefs or stories themselves offend you, you may wish to
skip this adventure. Many thanks to my craft friend Rob for the idea and
help with the Beltane festival details. This Beltane don't be foolish,
carry plenty of condoms with you for that all night blast. Orgy
invitations, May Day and craft blessings, praise, and story ideas for 2002
can be sent to the author, J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com
A BREWSTER BELTANE CELEBRATION
"Really," Billy said, running a long-nailed finger down the middle of
Brent's naked chest and causing the fifteen-year-old boy to tremble with
arousal, "you'd look fuckin' awesome with nip rings and a few chains."
"I don't know," Brent responded, finding it difficult to speak normally
as Billy ran his fingertip in circles around his nipple. He'd never
noticed before how long Billy's fingernails were. Of course this was the
first time Billy had painted them flourescent purple, the same color as the
tips of his Mohawk haircut.
It was Saturday morning and the two boys were in Billy's bedroom, laying
on Billy's bed stark naked. They'd had a sleep over, though it was better
described as a fuck over. Billy'd had Brent's clothes off five minutes
after he'd closed the door behind them, and his own off seconds afterward.
They hadn't bothered to dress since, not even when they'd slipped
downstairs to the kitchen at three in the morning for some milk and
whatever they could find to eat. Billy thought sneaking downstairs naked
was totally wicked. Actually, the rush Brent felt sitting there at the
kitchen table and wondering what he'd do if Billy's parents showed up did
feel great, almost as great as the build up before a guy's ejaculation,
which the boys had experienced four times so far that sleep over, and were
looking forward to again once they'd satisfied their other hunger.
Brent looked about the bedroom. It was almost as big as the one he
shared with his three brothers, and Billy was an only child. Brent had
trouble imagining what that would be like. He didn't know what he'd do if
he didn't have his three brothers to talk things over with and to do things
with. On the other hand, having one room all to yourself would be nice.
At his house you were rarely alone, and now with three babies, you might as
well say never alone.
One wall Billy had painted totally black, the opposite white, one a
forest green, and the other a bright red. The black wall was plastered
with pictures of Bauhaus, Marilyn Manson, and several concert posters for
Kiss, and the white wall had half a dozen awesome black and white pictures
of young guys in seductive poses. They were wearing shorts or jeans or
they were naked but with their private parts hidden by a hand or some other
object or shaded so they could not be seen. On the red wall he had
pictures of some famous figure skaters, which ones Brent did not know,
having only recently had a reason to be interested in figure skating. On
the green was drawn a pentagon within which was a five-pointed star and
over which were a number of photos of family and friends, including, Brent
noticed, a large picture right in the middle of him shirtless and wearing
his khaki zip-offs with the band of his Calvin Klein jockey briefs showing.
He had his fingers hooked in his jeans and was looking right at the camera,
his long blond hair hanging down his back on the right and down over his
chest on the left, and with a seductive smile on his thin lips like he was
thinking "come get me". He had no memory of Billy ever taking it. The bed
cover and pillow cases were a dark purple, and the sheets a pale violet.
On his bookcase were several skating trophies and personal things, gifts
from friends and family and souvenirs, and on his night stand a scented
candle floating in a bowl. It was an awesome room.
Leaning over Brent, Billy looked down into his deep blue eyes and smiled.
Brent smiled back as his lover bent lower and their young, smooth lips met.
Brent opened his mouth, and Billy's tongue slipped between his lips and
into his mouth. Their tongues made love, sliding over and under each
other, caressing, their saliva mixing, their sweet breaths filling each
other's lungs. With their lips locked in a hot kiss, Billy rolled over on
top of his beloved and their naked bodies pressed against each other,
Brent's nipples pressing against Billy's smooth, flat chest and Billy's nip
rings pressing into Brent's soft flesh.
As their lips parted and met again, their smooth, slender legs wrapped
about each other, the slim but powerful legs of a skater and of a
basketball player. Brent's eager cock began to swell between their flat
stomachs, the teenager being quick to arousal, and he felt Billy's prick
swelling beside it, much to his delight. The fifteen-year-old blond youth
reached around and caressed his lover's backside, running his fingertips
over the smooth, firm melons and slipping his middle finger along the
crack, causing his lover's cock to swell all the faster.
Billy forced Brent's legs apart and knelt between them. Brent
immediately raised his legs in the air and Billy slipped into position.
The tip of his hard, hot cock pressed against his beloved's love hole, and
Brent readily pushed outward, forcing his anus open. The two teenage boys
grunted and inhaled deeply as they strained to unite, the one pushing out
and the other pushing forward. They were young and they were hot and
slowly Billy's rock-hard knob stretched open Brent's eager young asshole
and slipped inside. Brent's sphincter closed about Billy's shaft below his
knob and the two boys paused to catch their breath.
Then, ever so slowly Billy pressed forward and Brent shuddered with the
delight of feeling his best friend ease his hard, hot cock up his ass.
That moment of penetration was awesome, not just because of the physical
sensation of having something easing up one's chute instead out, but
because it was an act of submission, and an act of love. For a boy to
shove that most private part up your ass was proof of his love for you, and
to allow him to do it was proof of your love for him.
Billy inhaled deeply as his beloved opened up to him and accepted him and
he closed his eyes with delight as he felt his member sink deep into the
warm, moist depths of his teenage beloved's body. He paused again,
delighting in the physical pleasure of having his stiff cock surrounded by
hot, moist, pulsating flesh, and even more, delighting in the pleasure of
engaging in that most intimate, most erotic, most powerful experience two
boys can engage in together. What made it still all the more special was
that he was doing it with the boy he'd secretly desired for the past year.
He leaned forward and kissed Brent on the cheek, and then on the lips,
soft, tender kisses of love and thanks. As they kissed, he began to work
his cock in and out of Brent's tight ass.
Slowly, in and out, he worked his young body, flexing and relaxing his
muscles, driving his cock deep up the hot, most hole of his beloved and
then slowly withdrawing it. Brent worked his sphincter in time with
Billy's thrusts and withdrawals, delighting in the stimulation of his
sphincter and the massaging of his prostate. Billy gyrated his hips
slowly, working his cock in and out Brent's ass with a tenderness and
desire that can only come from a lover. Their bodies, flushed with
arousal, began to perspire as the two boys began to breathe more deeply as
Billy began to fuck more vigorously.
The fifteen-year-old lover worked his hips faster and faster, and in
response, Brent began to gyrate his hips. Pure physical desire pulsated
through their loins, causing their union to throb as one. Lust, driven by
teenage hormones, pulsed through their veins. Billy's hot, aching cock
throbbed deep up Brent's rectum, and his young, sweaty balls swung as he
thrust in and out of his beloved. Brent grasped this lover's hips as Billy
rode him and he grunted and groaned with the unique pleasure of being
fucked with passion and with love. Faster and faster Billy thrust in and
out of his body, and Brent dug his finger's into his lover's butt as he
felt himself rapidly approaching his climax.
The horny, blond, teenage boy clenched his eyes and held himself back as
long as he could, but he was young and he was hot and his best friend was
massaging his prostate with his hot, hard cock and his hot breath was
blowing in his face. It was so fucking erotic he could feel Billy's love
pulsating through the air and penetrating him just as his cock was
penetrating his rectum. He shuddered and his tight balls constricted. His
hot, thick cum spurted out of his cock and between the two of them, lacing
his chest and his stomach. Billy came seconds later, filling his butthole
with his boy seed. His cock made a wet slucking noise as Billy continued
to work it in and out of his tightly grasping hole now filled with his
teenage lover's seed.
Spent, Billy finally collapsed on him, and the two lay there cemented
together by their sticky cum, Billy's deep inside Brent and Brent's sprayed
over his body. Feeling the slimy, warm semen of his beloved on his stomach
and his chest, Billy shuddered with the eroticism of having his beloved's
sperm smeared over his body. He finally rolled off Brent, and wrapping an
arm about him, drew his beloved close to him. Brent snuggled in, his eyes
closed as he inhaled deeply, the still air of the bedroom scented with teen
sweat and fresh teen cum, their sweat, and their cum. They lay there in
each other's arms, enjoying the warm flush that follows sex as their
breaths and heartbeats returned to normal and their tension dissipated.
The morning sun shone in through Billy's bedroom and across the two naked,
teenage boys snuggled in each other's arms, their hair damp with sweat and
their bodies streaked with cum.
"You know," Billy said softly, "you should come to the Beltane festival
with me next Monday."
"Okay," replied Brent dreamily. It felt so great just laying there with
his head on Billy's naked chest and feeling the warmth of the sun on his
naked body. "Where is it?"
"Blackfalds Reserve."
"Oh. I thought it was here in town."
"A Beltane festival?"
"Yeah. What is Beltane anyway?"
"The celebration of spring. May Day. Cetsamhain, Walpurgisnacht. It is
a craft festival."
"Oh yeah? You should invite Benny. He's the one that's into crafts.
You should see some of the stuff he's made."
"Not that sort of craft festival," Billy said with a smile.
"Oh?"
"Actually, your brothers should come. It's totally rad."
Sitting up, Brent looked down at Billy, and although they'd just had sex,
the fifteen-year- old felt a pang of desire between his legs. He reached
out and fondled Billy's nipple rings. He looked so hot with them in.
"So, you want to go?"
"Sure," Brent replied. He'd go anywhere Billy suggested, as long as he
was with him. "I'll have to ask."
"Cool."
Brent did, as soon as he got home. His mother was hesitant at first,
having never heard of a Beltane festival, and especially since it was a
school night, but Brent seldom asked for anything, and when Billy's mother
phoned and said Billy had told her about it and how delighted she'd be if
Brent and his brothers would join them, she finally gave in.
"So what are we supposed to wear to a Beltane Festival?" Brett asked as
the boys got ready to go out that April thirtieth evening.
"Billy said it didn't matter," Brent replied, recalling the twinkle in
Billy's eyes when he'd asked him that question.
"Just what is this festival all about anyway?" asked Bobby.
"Billy never said exactly," Brent replied. "He just said it would be the
best holiday we've ever celebrated, even better than President's Day."
The four boys glanced at each other and their eyes slowly widened and
their lips curled as they each thought the same thing. They headed
downstairs, eager to begin.
"You boys have fun. And listen to Mister and Mrs. Hollis," Brenda said
as the Hollis's pulled up outside.
"Just don't be coming back with a Mohawk hair cut," Barry joked,
referring to Billy's current do.
"I think Brent would look cool with his head totally shaved," Bobby said,
a glint in his eyes as the boys headed out the door.
Brenda and Barry looked at each other, and then at the closed door.
Bobby had a great sense of humor. Surely he was joking. They hoped he was
joking.
Half an hour later the Hollis's borrowed minivan turned off onto the
secondary road to the Blackfalds State Park, and just before the park
boundary, they turned off onto an unmarked dirt road that took them into
the Blackfalds Forest Reserve. Pulling up behind several other cars that
had pulled off the road, they hiked a mile and a half along a narrow,
poorly defined path, evidently an animal trail of some sort. Nobody had
said much during the trip nor the hike. As the boys walked along, they
wondered just where they were going, and what sort of holiday festival
could possibly be held out in the middle of nowhere. They also thought of
a hike through another dense forest, a dense rain forest in Washington, and
the fun they'd had there, and their hopes, along with something else, rose.
Nobody could blame them for springing erections. They had, after all,
abstained from jerking for the entire day in expectation of great things
that night.
They finally arrived at the edge of a clearing where several others had
already gathered. The first thing the boys noticed was that several of
those that had already arrived were starkers! The boys glanced at each
other and leered. This was going to be all right! As Mister and Mrs.
Hollis starting to remove their clothes, the boys' eyes widened. As one
they turned to look at Billy.
"Some crafts believe the Beltane ceremony should be performed skyclad,"
Billy said. As the four boys looked at him blankly, he realized that
wouldn't mean anything to them. "Skyclad means naked," he explained.
"Being naked represents the open and unobstructed naturalness of the work
you will see being done here this night. Circle can't always be done
skyclad since it is too cold sometimes. That is why Beltane is a special
time for us. It is usually warm enough to go naked, for those who want to.
Some craft members prefer to keep some or all of their clothes on, and
that's cool. We don't force anyone to do something they are uncomfortable
doing. That isn't the pagan way. Since you've been invited as observers,
you don't have to go skyclad yourselves if you don't want to."
The four brothers looked at each other, and turned as one to look at
Billy again. "Don't want to? Are you fuckin' kidding?" Bobby whispered,
immediately beginning to unbutton his shirt. His brothers quickly began
unbuttoning and unzipping, and with a wide smile, Billy pulled off his
burgundy Roots sweater, being careful not to mess up his Mohawk. He knew
the brothers would chose to go naked.
"Beltane is the half way mark of the pagan year, which begins on Samhain,
October 31," Billy explained as the boys stripped down. "On both nights,
the veil between the worlds is considered the thinnest, which makes them
magical nights. This is the night that the Young God comes into his own and
becoming mature, seeks to rut."
"Rut? All right!" responded Benny, and the five boys leered at each
other. This holiday was sounding better and better by the minute!
"Beltane is the festival where the Old God, the Young God's father, is
also toasted in respect for his contribution to this festival, his son."
"Oh, sort of like God and Jesus," commented Brent.
"Well, in a general way," Billy observed with a smile at the idea. "You
see, at Samhain, the Old God dies, sacrificing himself in the form of the
harvest and leaving a pregnant land with a promise of return. The Goddess
in her motherhood gives birth to the reborn God at Yule, and come Imbolc on
February the second, she is made anew. By Beltane, the Young God is now in
his adulthood and takes the Maiden Goddess as his bride, their love being
shown by the reaping of the fertile fields through the summer and the
taking of the now maturing herds until fall, by which time the Goddess is
growing old and tired again and is preparing to sleep, and the God, now old
and the hunted instead of the hunter, once again sacrifices himself with
the promise of return."
"If the Young God fucks the Goddess, who gave him birth, doesn't that
make him a motherfucker?" asked Brent with a gleam in his eyes as he
unzipped his pants and pushed them down.
"Oh maaaaaan, I missed that part," Bobby said as he began to push down
his underwear. "Can you tell us that again?"
Actually the Brewster brothers had been only partially listening with
Billy's parents stripping down nearby. As Mister Hollis stepped out of his
boxers and turned his back to them, revealing a very hairy butt, they tried
not to stare as each found some reason to look his direction. Mrs. Hollis
was pushing down her panties, and making no effort to hide her womanhood
from the wide-eyed boys, who were trying to act casual as they stole
glimpses of her naked body also. She had nice boobs, but, the boys decided
when they had a chance to talk about the evening later, not as great as
their mom's.
Several others had arrived while they were undressing and had also begun
to strip nearby. With the thick bushes and big trees it was difficult to
tell how many were present, but they figured there had to be more than two
dozen people there of both sexes from Bobby's age to a couple that looked
as old as their grandparents. They could not believe it, and they did not
know where to look next. Fortunately for them, before they strained their
necks trying to see everything at once, a number of adults began moving
into the clearing on whose edge everyone had gathered.
"That is the High Priest and the High Priestess," Billy whispered,
pointing out two older individuals who looked to be in their late fifties.
"Since this is a ceremony about fertility, the Priestess will take the
leading role tonight. The Goddess has three natures in the cycle of
things, as do all women: Maiden, Mother, and Crone, whom we usually refer
to as Old Mother since it sounds more respectful."
The boys watched the High Priest and Priestess as they began to set
things up. Both had snow white hair and the fulness of body that comes
with age. The man's chest had definite breasts and was sparsely covered
with white hair, and the muscles of his legs and arms had gone soft. The
woman's breasts hung down like sacks rather than bulging out like balloons
like their mother's, and her thighs and forearms were fleshy. They were
not fat, both having firm, flat stomachs and compact butts, and from the
way they moved both were still in good shape, evidence of having good diets
and active lives. The man looked rather distinguished with his close-cut
white hair and trim white moustache, and the woman was attractive in a
mature way with her long, loose hair draped over her breasts. The man's
blue eyes still sparkled with an enthusiasm for life, and the woman's dark
brown eyes were sensuous. Both wore large rings with a turquoise stone and
silver necklaces from which hung what Billy called a pentagram, a five-
pointed star inside a circle. While they began to stack the loose wood
they and the others had gathered from the forest floor in the center of the
clearing, four others moved out toward the edge of the meadow in opposite
directions.
"They are taking the God positions," Billy explained. "Those are the
gates, the positions where people and things will be able to enter or leave
the sacred ground. The High Priestess will begin the circle there in the
East, which is represented by the first of the four elements, Air. To the
South is Fire, to the West is Water, and to the North is Earth."
The Brewster boys strained forward as they tried to get a better look at
each of the naked adults, two men and two women in their forties. While
the High Priest and Priestess lit rose incense in decanters spaced out
around the clearing and scattered primroses over the grass, an attractive
woman in her early twenties with small, pert breasts walked about the
clearing waving smoke from a small sage bundle over the others. "She's
cleansing the area and the members of the coven as they ground and center,"
Billy explained, and when the Brewster brothers again gave him a blank
look, he elaborated. "Centering yourself means to take a moment of
self-awareness, to know your place in relation to the rest of the universe,
and grounding means just that, to ground any distracting, bothering, or
stressful energies. That is why they are along the edges of the clearing,
away from where the Circle will be formed. Grounding is usually done to
the earth, but some ground to a black rock they can carry and clean later,
and others ground to the water, letting it flow the bad energy away, or to
the air." He paused and straightened up. "The High Priestess is going to
form the Circle now."
The remaining seven members had moved so they were standing in front of
the altar, a large flat rock near the center of the meadow and beside a
small spring. Sitting on it were a God and a Goddess statue, several small
candles and one large, white pillar candle in the center, a wand, a simple
dish with bread, a smaller dish of salt, a goblet of fruit wine, a
sharp-looking ornate knife (which Billy called an athame), a short and even
more ornate sword, a thick book with a leather cover which reminded the
boys of the wizard spell book they had, and a censor in the form of a
miniature caldron and filled with sand in the bottom and then charcoal and
finally incense.
The High Priestess began to walk around the sacred clearing clockwise,
which Billy said was known as sun-wise, or deosil, and would be done three
times. As the circle was cast, each gatekeeper was acknowledged by the
High Priest and Priestess and their gate established. Billy explained that
they were responsible for being aware of the energy at their post and that
the High Priest and Priestess were also using this part of the ceremony as
a chance to purify the circle once more.
Again, the Brewster brothers were only partially listening as they
started at each of the thirteen naked people in the meadow. Mister Hollis
was about the same age as their dad, just over forty, and Billy's mom was
probably about that age too. Both were short, Billy's mom five- foot five
and his dad only an inch taller, and they leaned toward the heavy side in
contrast to their son who was also short but very slender. Neither seemed
overly concerned about being naked in front of their son, or his four
friends, or the rest of those along the edge of the meadow watching. Of
those around the perimeter of the clearing, the Brewster brothers were, of
course, more interested in the young guys watching the ceremony with them,
and they did their best to check them out without being obvious and still
pay attention to what the adults were doing.
"Holy shit," whispered Brent.
"What?" asked his three brothers and Billy.
"Over there," he said, pointing to a clump of bushes. "Isn't that Sherry
Anders?"
Sure enough, standing there partially concealed by the shrubs but clearly
naked was their fifteen-year-old classmate and Crestview Heights High
cheerleader, one of the girls who had succumbed to their subliminal message
on Boxing day and whom they had on video eagerly masturbating herself.
"Her mom and dad are members of the coven," Billy whispered, nodding to a
couple standing before the altar.
"Fuck!"
"What?"
"Isn't that Mister Kurtz?"
"Yeah," Billy responded with a grin.
"Who is Mister Kurtz?" asked Benny.
"Our biology teacher."
"Which one is he?"
"That tall guy, with the dark brown beard."
"Wow, he's hairy."
"And got a huge sausage," observed Bobby, leaning forward and wondering
if he'd get a chance to get to know him that night as he stared at the
tall, forty-five year old teacher.
Having completed the circle for the third time, the Priestess stepped up
to the altar and raised her hands. "Friends," she called out, "light the
brands you hold. For here we celebrate the sacred night of Beltane and the
flowering forth of the woods and meadows."
"We here do call and bid welcome Our Goddess, she once called the Lady of
May, and our God, He who is called the Horned Lord, and invite them to be
with us on this night of Beltane," intoned the High Priest.
"The fire of spring has been burning," chanted the thirteen in the
meadow.
"The wheel of the year has been turning. The fire and wheel have brought
us here to Beltane, beginning of summer. It is now time to light the fire
of summer and to burn away all that remains of winter."
The High Priest ignited the dry oak wood as the sun disappeared below the
trees to the west, and then lowered a brand into the fire and ignited it.
Handing it to the High Priestess, he stepped back as she used it to light
the candles on the altar, ending with the large, white pillar candle, the
goddess candle, in the middle. The High Priest, meanwhile, had lit other
brands and passed them around. The flickering torches pushed back the
darkness and sent long shadows across the meadow. Taking the large,
double-edged knife, which Billy had called an athame, the High Priestess
sprinkled salt around the clearing and over the twelve members of the
coven. What she was saying the boys did not hear. She then called upon
those in the circle, and those watching from outside the circle, to kneel
and think of the cycle of life, the cycle of planting and fertility, of
growth and maturing, and of harvesting and dying to be born anew.
They all knelt and fell silent. The Brewster brothers tried to
concentrate on what she'd said, but the images of dozens of naked people
kept interrupting their thoughts. They tried very hard to think of
harvesting and the seasons, but images of naked men and boys and cocks of
all shapes and sizes kept popping into their young heads and causing desire
to began brewing in their loins. They did not know it at the time, but
their growing lust was very much a part of the Beltane festival, and they
were not the only ones feeling that way.
"The presence of the God and Goddess extend everywhere, throughout the
many strange, magical, and beautiful worlds, to all places of wilderness,
enchantment, and freedom," said the High Priestess.
"Blessed Be!" chorused the rest of the coven as they got to their feet.
The night had grown dark quickly and the brands in the center of the
clearing sent flickering wavers of light across the clearing. The woods in
which the rest were standing seemed to grow even darker, and with the
mention of enchantment, the Brewster boys became suddenly aware of the
slight movement in the grass and the fluttering of leaves in the still
night. They pressed closer together as the half-moon began to rise above
the trees. They watched in silence as the High Priestess blessed the
sacred spring beside the altar, Maia, the Goddess of Increase and most
beautiful sister of the seven sisters known as the Pleiades, Belinos, the
Sun and Vegetation God, and the spirits of the spring, meadow and forest.
The boys were sure they could feel the presence of faerie folk around them,
and having had experiences with such magical beings in the past, they were
pretty certain of their feelings. Memories of Shaun and Morchella passed
through their minds. That special Saint Patrick's day had been a year ago,
and now they thought about them, if they remembered right, the little
leprechaun still owned them a wish.
"And now," announced the High Priestess, "it is time for the selection of
the May King and May Queen." Taking a circlet of spring flowers from the
altar, she slowly walked the perimeter of the meadow, and after making a
complete circle, approached Billy's mother and placed the circlet on her
head. About her neck she hung a fine necklace from which hung a pale
moonstone which nestled between the short, stout woman's full breasts. The
High Priest next made his circle, stopping as most had suspected, at Mister
Hollis, and the High Priest placed a circlet of leaves on his head, along
with the first year set of antlers shed by a hind. The Brewster boys were
untrained and too young to understand the symbolism, but they nonetheless
felt a tremor of desire pass through their loins as they looked at Billy's
father.
They'd been so focused on him, and especially on his short but very fat
sausage, the boys had not paid attention to what else was happening until
the coven began to chant. The High Priestess picked up a mask of leaves
and flowers, and again making a circle sun-wise, she walked over to the
youngest of the coven, a handsome but effeminate-looking young boy of
eighteen with a smooth hairless body, fleshy breasts, deep blue eyes, and
long, thick curls of auburn hair, and placed the mask over his head. She
was handed a girdle of leaves which she wrapped around his waist and which
hid his gorgeous, cut cock and low-hung balls. Billy explained that he
represented Jack in the Green, or the old Roman God Parilia, a fertility
god, whose sex nobody knew, or cared. The three were lead to the altar.
"Brothers and Sisters, the May King, and the May Queen," she announced,
presenting the two, "may their reign bring fertility, love and peace to all
gathered here tonight."
"Blessed Be," chorused those in the circle, and the boys noticed Billy
had whispered the response also along with several others of the teenagers
watching.
The May King and May Queen embraced and kissed, and then began to fondle
each other. The four boys stood there bugeyed as they watched them perform
a slow and sensuous dance, their bodies moving slowly and gracefully in the
candle and torch light, meeting and then parting, only to meet again. Arms
intertwined and they caressed each other as they pressed their bodies
together and gyrated their hips. The Brewster boys glanced nervously at
Billy, but his eyes were focused on his parents in the middle of the meadow
and he did not notice their glance. They quickly looked back at the scene
in the middle of the clearing. Their young cocks throbbed with excitement
as they watched the erotic dance, made all the more erotic by the fact that
it was being performed by the parents of one of their best friends.
When the two finally parted, they were both flushed with arousal, and so
were many of those who had been watching. The High Priestess then turned
to the High Priest and they kissed, and embraced each other passionately.
"They've succeeded in calling down the moon," Billy whispered, his voice
reflecting his awe.
"They what?" Brent whispered back.
"Look at their faces. They are acting in total accord with the divine,
and the divine is acting through them. They are filled with the power of
the God and the Goddess."
Brent looked back at the High Priest and Priestess who were locked in a
deep kiss. He had her breasts in his hands, and she had his butt in hers,
and the two were kneading and squeezing each other's flesh. Even standing
as far away as they were, the boys could feel the lust and the power
coursing through the veins of the two adults.
"Now comes the performance of the Great Rite," whispered Billy, his eyes
gleaming with excitement.
The Brewster boys had heard what they witnessed next called many things,
but this was the first time they'd ever heard it called that. They stared
with rapt attention, and with disbelief, as the two adults in the middle of
the clearing reached down and began to fondle each other's genitals, and
the boys' breathing drew deeper and faster along with everyone else's as
the couple began to make love. The High Priest and Priestess kissed, long,
gentle kisses of love, and they caressed each other, the man fondling the
woman's tits and the woman caressing his chest and running her fingertips
over his nipples. They reached down and fondled each other's genitals, the
woman taking the man's balls in her hand and rolling them and the man
running his fingers along the crevice of her pussy.
The Brewster boys strained forward for a better look as the High Priest's
cock began to rise until it was standing up tall and proud, almost six
inches long. He was cut and his knob was round and bulb-like. The High
Priestess threw her head back and was panting loudly as the man's fingers
rubbed the lips of her cunt more vigorously. The four boys and their guide
were breathing heavily themselves. Grasping his cock by the base, the High
Priest rubbed the head up and down between the woman's cunt lips, coating
the head with her juices. The boys could not believe it!
As one they reached down and grasped their own stiff cocks as the High
Priest wedged the tip of his in the High Priestess's eager cunt. Their
eyes widened as ever so slowly his cock began to slip into her body. The
priest and priestess were both hot, and his hardness and her natural
lubrication were all that they needed. He penetrated her gently and
slowly, belying their need and urgency. The Brewster boys held their
breath as they watched.
The High Priest continued to press forward until his cock was buried up
the Priestess's cunt and their white curly hairs were tangled together. He
then grasped her by the waist to steady himself and she grasped his hips
for balance as he slowly began to pump his cock in and out of her body.
They began slowly but their desires soon began to flare like the flames of
the Beltane fire as a slight night breeze swept across the meadow. Or was
it a breeze that stirred the flames of the fire and the flames of desire in
those watching? It was a magical night with the pale half-moon shining
down on those gathered in the clearing and those about the border watching.
With an increased lust and a religious fervor, the two began fucking more
rapidly until the High Priest was pounding the Priestess furiously there in
the presence of their friends, relatives, and strangers.
It was not the first time the Brewster brothers had witnessed straight
sex. What seemed like ages ago they had caught their babysitter and her
boyfriend making out on their living room sofa, and it had been more than
three years since they and Benny's best buddy Justin had first spied on
Justin's brother Mark and his girlfriend, and had watched with wide-eyed
interest as he fucked her, first up the cunt, and later up the ass when she
was having one of her periods. Of course last Mother's day they'd had many
opportunities to view their mother and dad fucking, something they'd been
trying to observe for years ever since they'd discovered where babies
really came from. It was, however, the first time they'd seen a couple of
that age doing it, or the act being performed with a religious fervor, or
in front of a crowd of people in a torch-lit clearing. Three firsts in one
evening for the precocious boys was a record!
They slowly massaged their erect cocks as they watched the couple
fucking.
It was as if they had become hypnotized by the two and as they focused on
the madly coupling individuals, they could feel the couple's lust as though
it was flowing through the air and enveloping them. As the man's sparsely
haired chest rose and fell, so did their chests, and as he sighed with the
pleasure rippling through his loins they sighed with the pleasure rippling
through theirs. It was as if somehow their minds had joined and his
thoughts were their thoughts, his desire their desire. Tendrils of unseen
energy uncoiled through the air from the High Priest to each of the males
participating or viewing the ceremony, just as tendrils of energy flowed
from the High Priestess to each of the women.
As they began to fuck more and more furiously, to rut like wild animals
as Billy aptly described it later, the still air in the clearing and
surrounding woods seemed to pulsate with their love and their lust. When
at last they came, the man and woman clutched each other and grunted and
cried out openly with their ecstasy. As the man shot his seed up into the
woman's womb and her cunt quivered and pulsed with a mind-wrenching climax,
every man, woman and child watching was panting as if each had also just
engaged in the Great Rite. The very air around them seemed to have become
impregnated and they inhaled it deeply and with desire. Time hung still as
the spent couple stood there, their chests heaving and their hearts
pounding through the stillness of the dense forest. At long last they
separated.
"From ashes of winter, Summer springs up: Green and bright and shining
and warm. >From the Earth to us, from us to the Earth, the wheel is always
turning!" called out the High Priestess, her voice husky with lust
"Blessed Be," chorused those in the circle just as huskily.
"On this night, all are forgiven all that they may do," the Priestess
announced.
"Blessed Be," responded those in the clearing, and a number of those
watching also, the Brewster boys noticed.
"The power has been raised," whispered Billy as the High Priestess made
her way to the north gate. Glancing down, he saw that was not all that had
been raised, and he smiled
"In your Name, Gracious Ones, so I dissolve away a part of this circle,"
she and the man standing at the north gate said as she snuffed out the
candle. She moved clockwise, stopping at each gate where the same thing
was said. Tapping out the last candle and facing west, she held out her
wand in salute and said, "This circle is ended. Blessed Be!"
"Blessed Be," responded the coven.
Facing out, their backs to each other and their arms held out at two of
the gates so that all four were covered, the High Priest and Priestess said
together "Merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again."
A tall pole made of birch was brought out and stuck in the ground as
those watching moved out of the shadows of the forest and into the
clearing, entering at one of the four gates without being told. Taking a
red ribbon, which Billy told his guests represented strength and
consummation, which Benny explained meant completing a marriage by fucking,
while the May Queen took a green ribbon, which Billy said represented
growth and fertility, the May King and Queen danced around the pole,
interweaving the ribbons as Jack in the Green danced around them.
"When they are done, we will form two circles as far from the pole as
possible," Billy explained, "the boy circle facing clockwise and the girls
counterclockwise, and the two groups will duck under and pass over each
other to weave a pattern, which will indicate the abundance of the harvest
year. This is a magical time. The May pole is the connector of the three
worlds, Faerie, Earth, and Summerland."
"Summerland?"
"That is where the dead go until they chose to return to be reborn
again," Billy explained before continuing his lesson on the significance of
the dance. "The May pole is a conduit of energy which makes the gateways
between the worlds more easily penetrable. It is also a phallic symbol.
Energy from the dance is sent down into the womb of the earth and she
becomes pregnant."
"Cool," whispered Bobby. "I've never made nobody pregnant before."
The dance having concluded, Jack in the Green gathered all those eighteen
and under and gave each of them one of the many colored ribbons. They then
began to dance around the pole, the boys clockwise and the girls
counterclockwise. The Brewster brothers found prancing around in the nude
and over and under each other with the adults watching arousing, and of
course they used every opportunity they could to grab ass and to nudge each
other and smirk with wide-eyed lust. Of course as the ribbons wound around
the pole the circle got tighter, giving them more and more opportunity to
rub up against the other boys and cop some great feels, and to have their
asses and genitals groped themselves, to which none of them objected.
Following the dance around the May pole, everyone joined in. Some had
stripped down to their birthday suits and others were wearing cloaks, capes
and masks for decoration. Many of them had circlets, necklaces or chain
collars, an assortment of rings, and bracelets and anklets, many of them
with charms. They danced around the pole and around the fire, first as
individuals or pairs, and then they formed a line that wove around the
clearing and surrounding forest. One by one or as couples they leaped over
the blazing logs of the Beltane fire as the rest watched and clapped.
Worried he might burn his essential equipment, Bobby made a running leap
from the edge of the clearing and jumped into the air like a young buck,
his little cocklet and balls dangling between his legs high above the
flames. Benny had the same concern, but chose instead to reach down and
cup his belongings with his right hand as he leaped over the fire. Brent
and Brett chose to hold hands and leap over the fire together, and the
sight of the two slim, blond, fifteen-year- olds leaping over the fire,
their slender young cocks and dangling nuts hanging low below their fine
blond bushes, and their long, blond curls streaming out behind them, caused
a number of smiles on the faces of both sexes. The joy in their eyes and
the sight of their fresh, clean bodies as they leaped over the flames
reflected the purity and naturalness that Beltane was all about.
Flower-shaped sugar cookies, barley cakes topped with honey, gingerbread
men with nuts for genitals and gingerbread women with cherries, caldrons of
ale and mead for the adults and non-alcoholic punch for the youngsters and
adults who did not want to drink alcohol, were set out on a long banquet
table festooned with spring flowers. Many of the young men, and some of
the older, were clearly strutting their stuff as they pranced about the
clearing and made their way from group to group. That was not a scene the
Brewster boys were unfamiliar with considering the preening of the jocks
and preppies they knew, and was one they recognized immediately.
"Beltane is a festival especially for the young, and in the olden days
was for the young lords and maidens and the soon to be wed. It was the
time when vying for affections by strength and other prowess to find a mate
was expected and encouraged," Billy's father explained to the Brewsters,
noticing their interest as they paused to chow down on some barley cakes.
"Whole villages would partake in some form of Beltane ritual, the old
reveling in the soft love of the years, often just spending time with
friends and guarding the fire since they were not feeling the pressure to
prove themselves, their days of being challenged being long gone. The
young, on the other hand, would not only use it as a time of celebration,
but of competition, and we encourage healthy competition among the youth
this night as long as it is not vengeful or harmful. In the past married
couples often used it as a time to engage in the Great Rite to conceive new
children. There will be more than a few couples this night who will take
advantage of the power of fertility from the Goddess flowing amongst the
fields. But you didn't come here to listen to me give a lecture," he said
with a smile. "Go enjoy yourselves."
People were gathering in groups in the clearing or wandering off into the
woods. Several had already begun to engage in the initial stages of
foreplay, some as couples, some as threesomes, and some as foursomes.
Following Billy's lead, the four Brewsters headed into the woods where they
found more groups necking. They followed Billy through the woods to a
field nearby where most of the teens and younger members of the audience
had gathered. They arrived just in time to witness an altercation between
two boys.
The older one, who was around sixteen, had a mullethead cut, his brown
hair short on the top and long and thick in the back, a style common with
skate boarders since it allowed a tight fit for their helmets. He had a
squarish face, and you could tell from the roughness of his chin that he'd
been shaving for a while. From his appearance, the tattoo of a marijuana
leaf on his right biceps was probably more of a statement than merely
decorative. The other boy, who was around fourteen, looked Italian, with
dark eyes, spiked black hair, and an olive complexion.
"So what do you say we split this group and find someplace private?" the
older boy asked, pushing between the younger boy and the girl he was
talking to, a naked and well-built fifteen- year-old vixen with blue eyes,
flaxen hair and curvaceous thighs.
"Hey, we were talking," objected the younger, giving the older boy a
shove.
"Come with me and we'll do something a lot more interesting than
talking," the older boy responded, snuggling up to the girl and giving her
a suggestive look.
"Get lost," the younger boy ordered, a hint of anger in his voice as he
gave the older one a shove.
"Beat it pipsqueak," the older responded, giving him a sharper shove.
"Hey, hey, that's no way to act on Beltane eve," interrupted someone as
he emerged from the woods. Jack in the Green stepped into their midst,
still wearing his mask and his girdle of leaves. "Now, if you want to win
the charms of the fair lady here," he said, giving her a sweeping bow, "and
if she is willing to be the prize, you need to prove which of the two of
you is most worthy of her affections."
"That sounds fine with me," she said with a coquettish smile.
"You got a knife?" asked the older boy, reaching down and pulling one out
from his boot. His dark black, mid-calf leather boots and a studded
harness and wide leather belt were all that he was wearing.
"Yeah, I got a knife," the younger boy said. He was wearing a black cape
with a red lining and a studded belt from which hung his finely tooled
knife case. As he took it out, the Brewster boys eyed the sharp-looking
weapon and stepped back. Billy whispered that they did not have to be
afraid.
The older boy looked around. "Let's see you hit that dead tree," he
said, nodding toward a solitary stump in the field.
"You first."
The boy threw his knife, neatly hitting the tree smack in the middle.
The younger boy was clearly surprised. Concentrating, he gave it his best
effort and managed to hit the dead stump, but just barely. "Two out of
three," he immediately challenged.
"Sure," the older boy replied confidently. He had every right to be
confident, and had chosen knife throwing because he knew he was one of the
best. His next throw was identical to his first. The younger boy threw
too hard and the knife skimmed over the top. He glanced over at the object
of his affections self-consciously, and with disappointment. "Big deal,"
he sneered. "You chose something you're good at."
"He has a point," observed Jack in the Green, though whether in support
of the younger boy or to keep things percolating was debatable.
"Okay, you pick something," the older boy said cockily as he glanced over
at the young girl. She smiled at him, taking pleasure in the attention she
was getting, especially as most of the young people in the field had
stopped what they were doing to watch.
"Race you to that tree and back."
"You're on."
At a signal from Jack in the Green, the two boys took off. They were
both fast, but the younger boy was no fool. Although he did not have as
long legs as the older boy, he was particularly fast on his feet and easily
outdistanced him. "Two out of three?" he asked, barely out of breath.
The older boy shook his head. He knew the boy would best him, so why put
himself through the humiliation. He was not sure what to do next.
"Well, well, a tie," said Jack in the Green with obvious glee. "I guess
I get to choose the next competition." He looked at the two boys
carefully. "Either of you have any wrestling lessons?" The two boys shook
their heads in the negative. "Then that is it. The one who can pin the
other down on his back for a count of ten is the winner, and reaps his
prize," he said, glancing at the girl, who knew that no matter what the
outcome, she was the one who was going to be the winner. She was no
virgin, and knew that either boy would be able to give her a good screw.
Although the one boy was two years younger and almost two inches shorter
than the other, they were both of the same build, and close to the same
weight and strength. It would be a fair fight. The younger boy dropped
his cape and took his stance. They circled each other, each making false
lunges, and finally they grappled and each tried to toss the other on the
ground. They were well matched, and it took several attempts before the
younger boy succeeded, and he immediately scrambled on top of the fallen
boy, but his victory cry was premature as the older boy tossed him off and
rolled over on top of him. The audience that had gathered to watch cheered
the two boys on, split largely on an age basis as to whom each was cheering
for. The older boy managed to hold the younger one down to a count of
seven before the boy managed to squirm out from under him, but the boy
immediately tackled him again, and this time he held him down for the full
count. Although he'd won, the older boy continued to pin the younger boy
to the ground as he reached down between them.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" the younger boy suddenly shouted.
"Hey! Get your hand the fuck away from there."
"The fight isn't over," the older boy said. "You're mine now."
"Hey, stop! Hey!" the younger boy protested, trying to buck the older
boy off.
As the older boy shifted his position to continue pinning the younger one
down, the others saw why the younger boy was protesting. The older boy had
roughly run his index finger along the crack of the younger boy's ass until
he had found his hole. Now as the others watched, he inserted the tip of
his finger and wiggled it. Having proven he was the better of the two, he
felt a sudden desire to not just dominate the younger boy, but to humiliate
him, especially now that he was the center of attention. His raging
teenage hormones, his natural jealousy, and the atmosphere of competition
that had been built up gave him a rush, and, to his surprise and his
delight, a powerful erection. That was obvious proof of his masculinity,
as was what he was about to do next. Using the squirming of the
fourteen-year-old boy to his advantage, he wiggled down so his raging
erection was in position, and he rammed it forward.
"Fuck! What the hell!" called out the boy as he felt the older boy's
hard, hot pecker head pressing against his pucker.
Lust and pride drove the older boy forward, his only thought being the
need to humiliate the boy, the one who had dared to challenge him, in front
of the one whose affections he sought. The thought of her watching him use
the boy who had come on to her hardened his resolve, and his cock. The
unexpectedness of the assault and the instinctive attempt to avoid pain
resulted in the boy opening his anus, and to his surprise and confusion he
felt the older boy begin to enter him. Immobilized by shock and disbelief,
he just lay there as the aggressor pushed forward, forcing his stiff cock
up his rectum. Dismay flooded over him then, followed by anger and pain as
the older boy pushed himself up to his hilt.
The older boy drew back, easing his cock back out, and then pushed
forward again. The younger boy's cheeks flushed with humiliation. He was
being fucked. He was being used as a woman, in front of his friends, in
front of strangers, in front of the girl he'd hoped to celebrate this night
with. He squirmed and wiggled with all his strength, trying to get out
from under the older boy.
"All right Brad, make him squirm!" shouted one of the older boy's
buddies.
"Shit, the little prick is enjoying it!" remarked another.
The younger boy immediately stopped squirming, causing others to tell him
he didn't have to hide that he was enjoying getting fucked, and others
observing that this was Beltane after all. The boy opened his mouth to
explain, but closed it again, knowing no matter what he said, they would
not believe him.
The others watched, some in surprise, some caught up in the unexpected
demonstration of dominance, and still others, including the girl whom the
two boys had been competing over, becoming aroused with the sheer eroticism
of seeing two males rutting. The older boy began to work his hips to and
fro rhythmically, having found the pattern, and he sighed loudly with the
physical pleasure of his first real piece of ass. Of even greater delight
than the physical stimulation was the mental pleasure of knowing he was the
alpha male. He glanced up at the girl with whom he'd hoped to rut that
night, and the look of arousal in her eyes caused him to suddenly explode.
He shivered and gasped and he cried out and clutched the boy beneath him as
he unexpectedly shot his load, coming faster than he'd ever come before,
and which over the weeks to follow would cause him to reflect and to worry
about his sexuality despite his immediate rationalization that he'd been so
hot because of the look on the girl's face, not because he enjoyed sex with
another male. As for the younger boy, he lay there in confusion, surprised
and delighted that it was over so soon, ashamed that he'd been fucked in
front of his friends and strangers, and yet accepting that what had just
happened was a natural outcome of the Beltane experience.
Withdrawing his still leaking cock, the older boy slowly got to his feet.
He stood there with his sticky, erect cock stuck up in the air, the last
pendant of teen cum hanging from the ruddy besmeared tip, the conqueror.
The girl for whom this display of dominance had been for stepped forward,
and wrapping her arms about her hero, guided him away from the others and
into the bushes for a private reward, her fire in desperate need for
quenching. Despite having just cum, the boy was charged and ready, hyped
up by the ceremony he'd witnessed, and by the perverse act he'd just
engaged in.
Someone slipped their arms about Brett from behind and began to caress
his chest as they pushed their naked body against his until their curly
hairs were tickling his tail bone. As he turned, to his dismay he found
one of the sixteen-year-old girls embracing him. He had never at any point
decided he was no longer curious about girls, but he had over the past
while realized that thinking about boys was becoming more and more of a
turn on for him than thinking about girls. Before he had time to express
his regrets and disentangle himself, a dark-haired boy a year older than he
was joined them and began to caress the girl from behind, and a third boy
began to caress Brett's butt. Taking the lead, the girl dropped to the
ground and lay on her back, drawing the rest down with her. The
dark-haired boy took the opportunity to push himself between Brett and the
girl, and Brett did not object when the boy got on his hands and knees
above the young woman.
The boy wasted no time getting into position and pressing the head of his
stiff cock against her pussy, and the eager girl readily opened her hot,
wet cunt to him. As he began to ease his dick into her, he leaned forward
and took Brett's cock in his mouth. His attention having been on the two
teenagers uniting, Brett was taken by surprise. Even more of a surprise
was when the second boy dropped to his knees and began rimming him. While
the boy eagerly ran his tongue along Brett's crack, a girl of about
fourteen dropped to her knees and began to lick the rimming boy's balls.
They were joined by another young girl who lay down beside them on her
side and began to kiss the girl getting fucked. Seeing his opening, a boy
immediately dropped behind her and began to caress her asshole while the
girl being fucked reached over and began to stroke her cunt. One by one
the others watching joined the group, boy on girl, boy on boy, and girl on
girl. The meadow became a teaming mass of teenage bodies joined together
to form one writhing tangle of bodies with one goal in mind, to orgasm.
Hormone-driven, they bobbed and thrust and licked, blood pounding through
their loins. Hot tongues lapped at tightening young balls and swollen,
dripping cunts. Throbbing, stiff cocks pounded in and out of pulsating
young twats and hot tight assholes of both sexes. The cluster of teens and
preteens squirmed and twisted in ecstasy as one individual and then another
cried out with pleasure. Their panting grew louder and louder as their
thrusts and hunger increased until a dozen young studs shot forth their
seed, scenting the air with their virility. Disentangling, some sat or lay
there in a post-climatic stupor while others whose appetite had only been
whetted wandered off with a partner to further satisfy the lust coursing in
their veins.
The four brothers and their craft guide wandered through the bushes and
around the field aimlessly, drawn by one hot coupling after the next.
Finding Sherry Anders in a tight embrace with another fifteen-year-old
girl, the boys stopped to watch, having never seen nor even considered a
lesbian relationship before. Although they were much more interested in
boys, they could not help but be turned on at the sight of the two
well-built teenage girls kissing and caressing each other's breasts.
Laying in reverse directions, they licked each other, beginning by slowly
licking each other's breasts and sucking on each other's nipples, and then
slowly working downward, running their tongues over each other's stomachs
until their faces were buried in each other's crotches.
Moving on, the boys found an unusual sight, even for them. Anthony
Kurtz, their forty- five-year-old biology teacher, was standing beneath a
tree at the edge of the field, his cock buried up the cunt of a nubile
young fourteen-year-old girl and the thick cock of a hirsute man hanging
from the tree in his mouth. The teacher was thrusting his hips back and
forth vigorously and the girl had her head thrown back in ecstasy as she
stood there on her tiptoes and held onto him for dear life. The man he was
sucking had his legs about the teacher's shoulders and was hanging from one
of the lower branches of the tree. As the hairy, bearded teacher drew his
hips back he bent forward, going down on the man, and as he thrust his hips
forward, he drew his lips back up the man's cock.
As the boys watched the threesome, they began to get aroused again.
Looking into each other's eyes, Brent and Billy slipped their arms about
each other and kissed, at first gently, and then more passionately. As
they embraced tightly and their young, naked bodies pressed against each
other, their boyhoods immediately began to swell. Noticing the two
students in a gay embrace out of the corner of his eye, their teacher felt
a surge of lust in his loins and he thrust his hips forward with such force
he lifted the young girl off her feet. The air was sharp with sexual
energy that night, and those who were attuned knew the rustling leaves
throughout the woods was the product of woodland sprites drawn to this
center of power from the other worlds for a night of merrymaking.
A dark-eyed, dark-haired boy of fourteen with black lipstick, his eyes
heavily lined with black, and a vertical line extending from mid forehead
to mid cheek through each eye emerged out of the woods. He was wearing a
black cloak, a spiked dog collar, eyebrow and lips rings, and ankh-shaped
earrings. He watched for a moment, and then turned to Benny and Bobby.
Without saying anything, the three wandered off into the forest to find a
more private spot to satisfy their lust. Finding a spot where the grass
had been flattened, obviously by a rutting before them, the dark goth boy
allowed his cloak to slip from his shoulders and fall to the ground. The
boys noticed that on his right biceps he had tattooed a black line with an
X near the top and a bar below the X. On his left arm was a dagger, with
four drops of blood dripping from the tip.
He had a slender, smooth body with a flat stomach and a thick patch of
pubic hair. His balls hung low, and the sack had three brass-colored
rings, one above the other. His foreskin was pulled back, revealing a
single dydoe through the ridge of his glans. He and Benny lay down in a
sixty-nine position and began to lick each other's balls. Bobby snuggled
up behind the dark- haired boy and ran his tongue along the boy's crack.
Pressing the tip of his tongue against the boy's tight pucker and wiggling
it, he was delighted when the boy forced his butthole open.
With a hot, good-looking eleven-year-old rimming him and obviously his
older brother sucking on his nuts, the young goth boy in the middle was
soon erect. So were Bobby and Benny. The thirteen-year-old glanced down
and watched the boy's black lips slowly engulf his erect cock and slide
down to the base, and he inhaled deeply as the boy sucked on his aching
teenage bone. The boy's cock was uncut and only slightly longer than his
own, and Benny just as eagerly slipped his lips about it and began to go
down, savoring the taste of the boy's raw cock and delighting in the
eroticism of sucking off a teenager close to his own age. Feeling the
metallic dydoe, he ran his tongue around it, unable to resist it much as
when one has broken off a piece of a tooth it is impossible to keep one's
tongue away from the area.
Bobby's little stiff pecker was jerking with desire, and having loosed up
the boy's back portal with his tongue and lubed it with his spittle, he
snuggled up behind him, eager to poke the older boy. The dark-haired teen
was just as eager to be butt fucked by the eleven-year-old, and as Bobby's
stiff three-and-a-half inch pecker pressed against his opening the boy
pushed out, anxious to accept him. Wrapping his arms about the boy, Bobby
pressed forward, sinking his little prick up the hot, most hole, and he
slowly began to work his hips to and fro, easing his itchy cock in and out
of the tightly grasping hole with an expertise far beyond his years.
A mouse skittered through the underbrush on its nocturnal mission, and
bright faerie eyes peered out from the scrub as the air thick with boy lust
from the three rutting boys penetrated the forest. This was a night for
mating and buggering, for horny young boys and watching Dryads.
Meanwhile, having found himself alone, Brett had headed through the
bushes in search of someone to satisfy his need, and had found a slight
young boy of eleven with flaming red hair, bright green eyes, and a tiny
erection in search of the same thing. They smiled brightly at each other
and moved off the path, the look in each other's eyes being all they
needed. The two naked boys began to caress each other as their lips met in
a warm, moist kiss despite the fact they were total strangers. The young
boy's breath was sweet from the honied barley cakes he'd just eaten, and
his lips were soft and satiny. Brett ran his hands over the boy's smooth,
compact butt as they kissed, and the boy reached up and caressed the
fifteen-year-old's back. Their cocks began to swell and they pressed their
loins together, the eleven-year-old pixie and the blond-haired fifteen-
year-old eager to satisfy each other. The air pulsed with sexual energy as
the two naked boys ground their loins against each other.
While Brett and the boy were beginning their romp in the bushes, his twin
brother and Billy were finishing theirs. Their teacher and his two
companions had cum and were laying back and watching the two teenagers as
they trembled and clutched each other in that ultimate moment of pleasure.
They exchanged hot, creamy loads, filling each other's mouth with the tart
juice from their young balls. Then, with the taste of each other's cock on
their lips, the two swung around and kissed. Pale moonbeams illuminated
their naked bodies as the spring moon gazed down at the Beltane
festivities.
Having satisfied their need, at least for the time being, Billy and Brent
made their way back to where the circle had been formed to satisfy their
hunger and thirst.
Taking a couple honey-topped barley cakes and a glass of fruit punch,
they sat down near the spring where they could watch what was going on in
the clearing. They were still there when they were joined by Benny and
Bobby, who had the same need, and finally by Brett. After fortifying
themselves with several glasses of punch and several more barley cakes,
they wandered around again, and although it was three in the morning, none
of them felt the least bit tired.
Wandering aimlessly, drawn by the noises of lust in the night, they found
themselves back in the nearby field where they spotted a familiar
threesome.
The May Queen was laying flat on her back with her legs spread and knees
raised. Kneeling between them was the May King, his cock thrusting in and
out of her cunt. Straddling her head and facing the May King was Jack in
the Green still wearing his mask but his girdle now laying on the grass
beside them. The young man was fondling the May Queen's ample breasts
while she sucked on his low-hanging balls and the May King sucked on his
hot teenage cock. Considering all they had seen and done that night, it
was not an unusual scene, except for the fact that two of the three
participants were the parents of their best friend. Seeing one's best
friend's parents furiously fucking while sucking at the genitals of a
well-build young man was wicked, at least to the minds of the Brewster
brothers.
One by one they carefully glanced over at Billy, wondering how he felt
about his mom and dad fucking there in the field where anyone could see
them, how he felt about them engaged in a threesome, and how he felt about
watching them along with his best buddies. There was no question how the
boys felt from their slowly swelling dicks and wide eyes. If Billy was
embarrassed, he certainly didn't show it. In fact from the look in his
eyes he seemed to be getting turned on by watching his parents behaving
like a pair of wanton perverts in the field in front of his friends. That
the Brewster boys could understand.
"The woods and fields are throbbing with sexual energy tonight," he
observed with a grin as he looked at his four guests.
The sounds of moaning on the far side of the field reached their ears,
and the curious fivesome headed over to see what the cause was. There in
the moonlight they found two seventeen-year-old girls squirming and
twisting like two snakes as they sucked each other's breasts while plunging
a thick, black, well-lubed dildo between each other's legs. Their bright
eyes were flashing with lust, and they openly and unabashedly cried out
with the pleasure throbbing between their legs.
While Billy and the Brewster brothers were watching, a boy in his late
teens burst out of the bushes, followed by four of the younger boys close
to Bobby's and Benny's ages, guests and children of the coven members.
They had evidently been engaged in the chase for some time, and their naked
bodies were flushed with arousal and their hair damp with perspiration.
The four young boys surrounded the older one and they danced around him,
grabbing his ass and his genitals as he spun around and tried to stop them.
Three couples who had just finished a group bang in the bushes and were
cutting across the field on their way to the banquet table paused to watch,
and to cheer on the younger boys. At least three of them seemed to know
the older boy, and several were evidently brothers and sisters of the
younger boys.
Ganging up on the older boy, the four younger ones managed to wrestle him
to the ground and they began to kiss and caress him. He had clearly been
enjoying the chase up until then, just as all boys enjoy playing the hunter
and the hunted, but now as the four younger boys pinned him down and began
to fiddle with his privates in front of the older teen couples it was just
as clear that he was feeling humiliated and embarrassed. He bucked and
twisted, but he could not break free from the boys. Rolling him over on
his side, one of the boys snuggled up behind him and poked him with his
tiny, erect penis, causing the boy to struggle all the harder to break
away, but to no avail.
"Hey, get away from back there," the seventeen-year-old boy ordered.
"No way. I'm going to fuck your ass," the eleven-year-old responded with
a giggle.
"Forget it! Get your dick away from there!"
"Un-unh. Remember, do whatever you want, just don't hurt anyone. That's
the rules tonight."
"Right, Do as thou will shall be the whole of the law, save that it harm
none," quoted another, one of the children of one of the coven members.
Managing to get his little dick up the older boy's asshole, the youngster
began fucking him furiously, banging his body against the boy's butt as if
he was going to explode if he didn't get off in the next few seconds. The
boy's dick was short and slender, but the speed with which he thrust it in
and out of the older boy's body caused the older boy to grunt and grimace
with the assault.
"And Stevie's not trying to harm you. In fact, I think from your moans
that he is making you feel real good!" observed a second boy with a giggle.
"Sure sounds like," observed one of the older girls watching, an impish
gleam in her eyes, and the older boy flushed a bright red.
"Didn't I see you screwing a young boy around the same age earlier this
night?" asked one of the older boys.
"Did you forget what you do comes back to you three times?" asked another
of the boys watching.
"Except this time looks like it's going to come back four times,"
chuckled one of the girls, and the others laughed.
Billy and the Brewster brothers watched for a while longer and then
headed over to the other side of the field.
"So what you think of our Beltane festival?" Billy asked as the five
jumped up onto a large fallen log and sat down with their legs dangling
over the side.
"Fucking wicked," replied Bobby immediately.
"Oh yeah," agreed Benny. "Running around naked and fucking anyone and
everyone, that's my kind of festival."
"I'm surprised you can have sex with someone even if they don't want to,"
observed Brett.
"Well, that's only between guys, and there are different interpretations
and degrees allowed of that. The games are not supposed to be damaging or
hurtful," explained Billy. "They are part of the expected cycle of things,
establishing dominance, just like nature. It is the dominant male who ruts
the most often, and ruts with the most females. So this night men are
allowed to compete with each other. In fact they are expected to compete,
because that is how it is in nature, and above all, we worship the natural
way of things. Some purists in the craft say that because of that even
forcing someone to have sex against their will is acceptable. In our clan
the general rule is if you are going to join in the competitions, you had
better expect some rough stuff. That is nature. When two wolves fight to
see who is the alpha male, one can't say, oh wait, biting is allowed but
not scratching. Besides, if a person was really having a problem with
having sex with a particular person, the other person would realize and
would stop. "
"Do as thou will shall be the whole of the law, save that it harm none,"
repeated Brent.
"And on this night, all are forgiven all that they may do," observed
Brett.
"Right. Like what we just watched. Even in nature, a dom male may be
dominant but he usually likes to have other males that are healthy and
sharp in his group. So it is that young boys travel in packs as we just
saw, and prove their dominance in packs."
"But this is supposed to be a night of fertility and stuff, isn't it?"
asked Brett.
"Yeah," responded Billy.
"Well, that means, you know, guys doing girls and stuff."
"So why the sex between two guys, or two girls?" Billy finished.
"Well, yeah."
"Well, in most modern Wiccan traditions there is a strong emphasis on
sexual polarity, on the belief that magical energy is strongest when there
is a male and female working partnership, a High Priest and Priestess like
we have. Some crafts even believe it can only occur when there is a male
and a female. Our coven believes there are many pathways to power, just as
Buddha said that the paths to enlightenment are many. Heterosexuality can
be one, with the male/female union causing the birth of new life, which is
what tonight is all about. We also believe that homosexuality is another
pathway to power, the energy between two people of the same sex not being
able to create life, but being able to bring art and ideas into being,
which can be just as ecstatic. We call it the power of resonance, like
powers calling to each other and vibrating to create a harmony, just like
how voices in a boy's choir can produce such beautiful music." This was a
topic that Billy was evidently well versed in, and that he'd thought about.
"Every quality that we possess, everything that we are, is the vibration
of our soul, whether it is sexuality, artistic talent, or athletic prowess.
It is our belief that a homosexual represents something other that can at
times be masculine or feminine, but also has qualities that are beyond the
normal limits of both. The Gods, remember, are not bound by physical
limitations being nonhuman. They can appear as female or male, just as
they can appear as a deer, or a stone, or a thunderstorm. So for us the
Point of Sex in the Iron Pentacle represents both the attraction of forces
that exist in a polarity, and the forces that reflect resonance. When we
have sex on a night like tonight we are in an energetically open state and
blend energetically with our partner or partners regardless of what sex
they are."
"You sound just like your dad," observed Brent with a grin.
"Giving lectures must run in your family," teased Brett.
"Well, it is something we feel strong about," Billy observed, and the
Brewster boys could tell his was proud of the comparison with his dad.
Wanting to be like their own dad, they could understand that.
One of the men from the coven crossed the field and motioned for Billy to
join him, interrupting their conversation. Billy excused himself, and told
his guests to go ahead and enjoy themselves. Brent felt a wave of jealousy
as Billy and the man disappeared into the forest, but he knew that on this
night of all nights he could not be possessive even if Billy was his very
first boyfriend. Besides, Billy and the man could just as well be engaging
in some craft thing as having sex, possibly something that was secret and
forbidden for nonmembers of the coven to know.
Having had enough seriousness, Brett suggested that he and Brent use
their identical appearance to play a few tricks, and once they got started,
Brent forgot about Billy and the man he'd gone off with. Slipping from boy
to boy and in and out of the shadows of the forest, they seemed to pop up
and disappear like two woodland sprites. It was great fun, and from the
reaction of those engaged in their game, they seemed to enjoy it also.
Meanwhile Bobby and Benny had returned to the clearing where the circle
had been formed and had started a new game of their own. It began with
Benny accidently dribbling honey down his chest and Bobby quickly helping
out by licking it off. Then with a twinkle in his eyes he "accidently"
dribbled honey in his belly button, and of course his older brother
dutifully helped him out. A couple other boys noticed their game and
quickly joined in, and the four boys made sure the honey got into the
damndest places for licking up, much to their merriment and that of the
adults watching.
The pale moon slowly began its descent in the western sky. Brent and
Brett were still playing their game of now you see me now you don't with
the son of one of the coven members, when they bumped into Jack in the
Green. Approaching him on either side, they each kissed him on a cheek
while they reached down and under the flap of green leaves girdling his
waist. The sex of the old Roman God Parilia might be unknown, but there
was no question what the sex of Jack in the Green was. The young man's
cock responded instantly to the touch of the two attractive,
effeminate-looking blond-haired boys. They each caressed a smooth ass
cheek as one fondled his cock and the other played with his balls, and then
the twins switched without saying a word, a skill the two boys had
perfected over the years. The young man immediately reached down and began
to play with the sensitive twin organs of the two identical
fifteen-year-olds.
It was while they were so engaged that Bobby and Benny showed up, and the
two brothers quickly joined in on the fun, running their hands over the
young fertility god's smooth, hairless chest and over his flat stomach.
Bobby took one nipple in his mouth and gently sucked on it, causing it to
grow firm, and Benny licked the youth's other breast. It was at that point
that Billy came across them in his search for Brent, and he immediately
joined in on the fun, snuggling up to the masked young man from behind and
nibbling on the nape of his neck while he ran a finger along the crevice of
his smooth ass.
With the waxing moon hanging low above the western horizon, the six fell
to the forest floor. The five young boys swarmed about the young fertility
god, running their hands over his smooth, muscular body, caressing his firm
chest, his strong thighs, and his solid buttocks. Benny took one foot and
Bobby the other and the two youngest boys caressed the young god's toes and
kneaded the fleshy pad of his soles. They knelt down and each took a toe
in his mouth and sucked on it as they looked up at him with their wide,
innocent, hazel eyes.
The young man's own hazel eyes looked back at them with a dreamy lust,
and with broad smiles, the two horny boys began to lick between the young
man's toes.
Brent and Brett had nuzzled up under his arms and were licking the
sensitive skin of his underarms while their long blond hair brushed his
smooth chest. As they worked their way along them and began licking his
finely-haired pits, the young god trembled with ecstasy. At the same time
Billy had zoned in on his belly button and was expertly tonguing it,
causing the young man to squirm. Glancing up at his masked face, Billy
froze as their eyes met and the young boy's jaw dropped. Recovering a few
moments later, he was about to say something when the young man reached up
and placed his finger over his lips and smiled. Billy hesitated, and then
with a wide smile crossing his lips, he eagerly dropped down and sought out
the masked youth's cock.
The five boys rubbed their naked bodies up against the smooth-skinned god
as they caressed and kissed and licked, and it was not long before all six
were erect. They rubbed their throbbing erections against his soft skin,
caressing his firm body with the hot, spongy knobs of their cocks. Their
dicks were soon dripping with pre-cum, and as they swarmed over the young
god their teenage cocks left behind thin trails of their clear juice.
Bobby straddled him, and sitting on his broad chest, thrust his little
three-and-a-half inch penis in the young man's face. The young god
immediately parted his lips and slipped them over the boy's slender,
velvet-smooth dick. As he began to suck the preteen boy, he reached down
and grasped Brent's hot, throbbing cock in one hand and Benny's slightly
smaller cock in the other as the two boys lay there lapping at his own
towering, eight-inch sausage. The skin of his uncut cock had been pulled
back, revealing a large, purplish mushroom cap. Billy had taken his lower
ball in his mouth and was sucking on it while Brent stroked his
fifteen-year-old lover's throbbing cock. At the same time Billy reached
over and began to stroke the cock of his beloved's twin brother as Brett
wiggled his tongue in the young squirming god's belly button.
The young masked youth was firmly muscled and the five boys took great
delight in caressing and licking his body until it was glistening with
spittle and pre-cum in the moonlight. Their breaths grew deeper and deeper
and their motions became more urgent as each of them felt the pressure
developing in their loins. Soon they were squirming uncontrollably as
desire overpowered their minds and they wished that delightful pressure
would continue to build forever, at the same time eagerly anticipating that
awesome peak of orgasm. Faster and faster their blood pulsated through
their stiff cocks, and they rubbed the exposed, itching knobs against the
muscled youth more and more desperately.
Bobby finally trembled as his little pecker throbbed and jerked with his
dry orgasm and he unabashedly threw back his head and cried out in ecstasy.
Benny and Brent inhaled sharply as their stiff cocks throbbed in the
fertility god's hands and they sprayed his naked body with their hot, thick
boy seed. Billy and Brett gasped for air as they felt their nuts contract
and their seed gush up their cocks, and Billy's hand tightened about
Brett's cock as Brent's hand tightened about Billy's and the two
fifteen-year-olds erupted. Their young seed shot up into the air and laced
the young god's thighs. Spattered by the thick, hot loads of the four
young teens, the flushed, aroused youth fountained, his thick cock
throbbing out his cum. It shot into the air and fell back in streamers
across his stomach and thighs. Shot after shot erupted from his massive
cock and he groaned with the pleasure. After the initial shots it
continued to flow out of his throbbing organ and down over the mushroom
cap, down the rigid shaft, and over his tight balls, his hot cum spewing
forth as lava spews from the depths of the earth.
The four teenage boys eagerly began to lap up the delicious cream, his,
their own, and each other's, and Bobby quickly joined them. As they lapped
up the streamers of cum lacing his chest, stomach and thighs, the young
fertility god raised his head and took each of their cocks in his mouth in
turn and sucked the remaining cream from them. Finally satiated, they ran
their fingers through the damp auburn hair of their young, virile god and
through the tight curly hairs above his now limp cock. They lay back and
closed their eyes and deeply inhaled the forest air scented with crushed
grass and sweet flower blossoms and fresh cum. Awash with post-climatic
pleasure, they did not notice the young fertility god pick up his girdle of
leaves and slip away into the night.
A short time afterwards, Billy reached over and touched Brent on the
shoulder, and the two young lovers also got up and slipped away. Handing
Brent a bough of Hawthorne branches and mountain ash leaves, a symbol of
his love, Billy embraced his beloved and kissed him gently. Then taking
Brent by the hand, Billy led him further into the bushes to a prearranged
spot where there stood a dark-haired, dark-eyed boy of fourteen, his eyes
lined in black and bisected with a black line and his lips painted with
black lipstick. He was wearing a dark cloak, and rings in his eyebrows and
lip.
"I'd like you to meet a friend of mine," Billy said to Brent as he
approached the boy.
"Oh yeah," said the fourteen-year-old, looking at Brent from under hooded
eyes as he reached over and ran his fingers through Brent's long, blond
hair. "Perfect." Brent did not know what to say as the young goth boy
bent over and opened the leather case at his feet.
Still later, the two teenage lovers now totally exhausted and fully spent
lay in the secluded spot in the forest where they'd just made passionate
love and Brent wove tiny white for-get-me- nots in Billy's hairs and Billy
fondled Brent's loose, damp balls. They were thus engaged when Billy
pointed out the Pleiades star cluster rising very low in the east-northeast
sky for just a few minutes before the sun began to rise.
Reaching over and flicking a droplet of dew off the grass and onto his
index finger, Billy transferred it to his lover's lips. He dabbed a second
and third drop on Brent's tender pucker, and flicked a fourth and fifth
droplet on his balls, explaining that bathing in the dew would bring them
beauty, health and happiness. Brent dabbed the cool, clear liquid on
Billy's nipples, and flicking a droplet up off the grass, he ran it over
his lover's lips before kissing them. Throughout the woods and in the open
meadow and field others were bathing in the early morning dew.
As the eastern sky began to lighten, the two boys slowly made their way
back to the small enclosure where they'd watched the ceremony as the sun
had set and they each took a long drink of the delightful, ice-cold water
from the sacred spring. Others soon joined them, arriving alone, in pairs,
or in small groups. As the sun was about to peek out from the top of the
forest, all had returned from the fields and the woods, and those in the
Coven had resumed their responsibilities in the center of the clearing.
Brett and his brothers noticed that all of them looked exhausted, and
contented.
The priestess went to the now decorated pole, pointed her wand at it and
said, "All of you, friends, look upon the pole. See in your mind's eyes the
pure life force rising through the earth, blossoming overhead, and
cascading down through us. Look, look and see life!" The High Priestess
remained still for a count of twenty-five heartbeats, letting all see, then
she brought out a mirror, wreathed in its own garland. She directed each
person, in turn, to look within it, telling each that perhaps they would
see a glimpse, a scene, maybe a vision of his or her love, an ancestor, or
his or her future, depending on what the spirits decided to reveal. It
being a most sacred and private experience, as each of the brothers stepped
away, none of the others inquired what he'd seen.
Following the scrying, all those who wished to participate, were given a
small bundle of rowan branches which they carried around the now dying
Beltane fire three times and then set aside for taking home later to bless
and protect their home. Those who were members of the coven remembered the
burning times, and took matters of protection seriously.
Billy then stepped forward and sang the first verse to the pagan version
of Lord of the Dance. His young alto voice rang across the meadow and
through the woods and all stopped to listen, human and Dryad alike. "She
danced on the water and the wind was her horn, The Lady laughed and a
universe was born, She lit the sun and the sun gave birth, And the Lord of
the Dance appeared on Earth!" he sang out, and all could feel the magic in
the air.
"Blessed Be," chorused those gathered.
"With cooling fire behind, the last of the winter wood burnt or
finishing, Winter is gone and summer is here, Winter is dead and summer is
alive. Winter is ashes in summer's green earth," announced the High
Priestess. Taking the ashes from the still warm pit, she called forth the
congregation to receive her blessing. Each stepped forward and bowed, and
she reached down and left a smudge on their forehead.
The High Priest and Priestess began to bury the ashes of the burnt
sacrifices that had been added to the fire, items of power, staves that had
served their life, and parchment with written wishes. The leftover food
and the remainder of the ale and mead were left out as an offering to the
faerie folk. Finally, the High Priestess took the remaining ashes of the
Beltane and scattered them in the clearing and nearby forest.
Everyone joined hands and an elder called out, "Merry meet, merry part,
and merry meet again!"
"Blessed Be!" the rest replied heartily.
The feasting and dancing resumed for all those who desired and for as
long as any cared until sunset that day. Others, including the Hollis's
and the Brewsters, began to pack up for home.
"It was a great festival," observed Jack in the Green as he approached
them.
"It certainly was," agreed Mister Hollis.
As the eighteen-year-old youth removed his mask, he glanced over at the
five boys. "And did you have fun this night past?"
"We sure did," responded Billy. As he glanced at his guests, he noticed
the perplexed look on their faces.
"His eyes are blue," whispered Brent as the young man left them and
Billy's parents resumed dressing.
"Yeah."
"But the guy we messed around with had hazel eyes."
"And he was uncut. That guy is cut," observed Bobby, having typically
zeroed in on the attribute that most interested him.
"And his hair isn't as red as the guy in the bush."
"Yeah," agreed Billy.
"Then who was that in the bushes?"
"Told you that it was a magical night," Billy said with a grin.
The four brothers looked at him, and with widening eyes, glanced at each
other and then at the eighteen-year-old youth talking to another departing
group. As they walked back through the forest and began the drive back
home, they were each thinking the same thing. Could it really have been
the real Jack in the Green that they'd had sex with? After all the things
they'd been through, the boys had no difficulty accepting that it had been.
"So, did you boys really have fun?" Mrs. Hollis asked, interrupting their
thoughts.
"Oh fu-, fu-, fu-, fugoodness sakes yes," responded Bobby, and his three
brothers all nodded their heads.
"Honestly, what did you think of the celebration, and the ceremony?"
"Awesome," observed Brett.
"Fantastic," agreed Benny and Bobby.
"Totally rad," replied Brent, looking into Billy's eyes.
"Enough to join a coven yourselves?"
"Sure," the boys responded without a moment's hesitation.
"We've been getting requests for more members to join, and requests from
some of our present members for their children to join," Mister Hollis
explained. "So, after a lot of thought, we've decided to form a teen
coven, if there is enough interest."
"A teen coven? That would be awesome," Brent responded.
"The young, those in their late teens and early twenties, raise raw power
faster and better than older members of a coven, and can raise a lot more
of it," observed Mrs. Hollis. "A coven of teens would be very powerful,
and would ensure continuation of our ways," she added, looking in the
rearview mirror at her son adoringly. "Of course it would be linked with
the adult coven so the Elders can provide council and the training that
will be needed."
"You'll have to go through your coming-of-age ritual," Mister Hollis
advised.
"After which you will be regarded as adults by the community," his wife
explained. "As adults you will be responsible for your actions, and also
will be able to focus enough to raise power, and so, become members of a
coven."
"Regular meditation will also be necessary," her husband continued. "It
is especially important for any witch looking to raise power. By knowing
yourselves first, you can then know others."
"I'm real good at meditation stuff," observed Bobby brightly.
"I'm afraid that thirteen is the youngest traditional age that people are
permitted to join the covens," Mister Hollis said, glancing at Bobby. "Of
course you can come and observe, and take part in anything except the
circle."
"Cool," Bobby responded. Thirteen wasn't that far away, and as long as
he could come and take part in the sex stuff, he didn't mind.
"So, like are you witches?" Benny asked with a hint of doubt in his
voice.
"Yes," Mrs. Hollis responded.
"So you like worship Satan and stuff?"
"Oh no," she responded quickly. "Satanism and witchcraft are two very
different things. Satanists worship the devil, and evil. We worship
nature, and the spirits of nature."
"When we talk about the horned Lord, we mean the god of vegetation and
the harvest, the god of fertility, not the devil," added Billy.
"Oh," responded Benny with relief. "That's cool."
"If you decide to join us, you'll need your parents' permission of
course," Mister Hollis advised.
"No problem," the boys chorused.
Billy smiled. He had figured Brent would be eager to join, but seeing
the unquestioning acceptance by Brent and his brothers was even more than
he'd hoped for. He himself did not fully understand things, but he truly
felt that what he was doing was true for him and what he should be doing.
It was not harming others nor himself, so as far as he was concerned it had
to be good.
"We'll talk more about this later then," Mrs. Hollis said as the minivan
pulled up in front of the Crestview Heights schools.
"Thanks for inviting us," said Brent as they stepped out.
"Oh yeah, thanks for taking us," agreed Brett. "We had a great time."
"It was awesome," said Benny.
"Fu, fu, fusure," stammered Bobby.
They all waved as the Hollis's pulled away.
"Did you guys mean that?" asked Billy as they walked toward the school.
"Of course."
"Cool."
"I'll
never forget this May Day," said Brett.
"Nor will I," said Brent, brushing back his long, blond hair above his
left ear and grinning at his brothers.
"Cool! Is that a pierced earring, or a snap on?" asked Brett as the
three brothers drew close.
"Pierced," Brent said with a modest smile.
"Awesome!"
"Wicked!"
"Fuck yeah," agreed Bobby.
"Billy gave it to me as a present," Brent explained, thinking back to
Billy's goth friend, and how gentle he had been giving him his first
piercing.
"A Beltane present," Billy said, and the boys noticed that he had the
matching earring in his right ear.
The warning bell rang and the boys scattered. As Brent hurried down the
hallway to his first class, he unbuttoned the middle button of his shirt
and slipped his hand inside. As he flipped the silver ring and quivered
with the erotic pleasure ebbing out from his left nipple, he smiled. That
present he'd leave for his brothers to discover when they messed around
that night.