Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2002 20:56:22 -0700
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "A Brewster Ostara Celebration" (t/t, t/b, m/f, f/f, incest)
Caution/Welcome. This is a story involving four brothers, one
twelve-year-old, one fourteen- year-old, and two sixteen-year-old twins,
who, with old friends and new, participate in their first Ostara, a craft
celebration of the first day of spring, a time of new energy, a time of
balance in the universe and in oneself, a time of fertility, a time of
faerie homage and faerie delight, and a time for a night of hot, unabashed
sex. 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 thirty- 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 offend you, you may wish to skip this adventure. Many thanks to
my craft friend Rob for his help and advice. Lyrics are copyright of
Nirvana. This Ostara don't be foolish, carry plenty of condoms with you
for that all night blast unless you're with a longtime partner, or you plan
on impregnating someone. Orgy invitations, Ostara blessings, praise, and
story ideas can be sent to the author, J.O. Dickingson at
authorsix@hotmail.com
A BREWSTER OSTARA CELEBRATION
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino
A mosquito, my libido, yeah.
"It Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana, one of Billy Hollis's
favorite songs by one of his favorite bands, blasted from his Walkman as he
watched Brent trying to beat Brett's score at the arcade. The twin
brothers had developed a deep bond with each other, and friendly
competitions against each other was a part of that bond.
"So did our hockey team suck last night or what?" asked Brent's
fourteen-year-old brother Benny.
"Totally. I never seen them play so bad," responded his best friend,
Justin Fording.
"Especially Ryan and Troy."
"Maybe they were thinking about what they were going to stick up
their butts after the game," suggested Benny with a grin, bringing to mind
the incident where the two fourteen-year- old hockey players had been found
on the Brewster's front lawn getting buggered by the Brewster's snowmen, or
in the eyes of everyone except the Brewsters, buggering themselves using an
icicle and a snowman's carrot nose.
"They skated like they already had something up their butt," observed
Bobby, the youngest of the four Brewsters, and they all laughed, except for
Dallas Sterns, the new judge's son, and his buddy Ron Wall, two of Benny's
classmates who had taken a dislike to Benny and his brothers almost to the
day they'd moved into the community last August. With their smug,
condescending attitudes, the dislike was mutual, the four brothers having a
low tolerance for anyone who thought he was better than anyone else. Being
new to the community and to Crestview Heights Junior High, and being of
similar personalities, the two grade nine students had formed an immediate
friendship with each other on the other hand.
"Maybe they did," observed Benny. "They do enjoy stuffing their
butts."
"There's got to be an explanation for what happened that night in
front of your place," Conrad Blackwell said, glancing over at his best
buddy, Jason Smyth-Jones, for confirmation and support as he came to the
two hockey players' defense. "They say they don't know what came over
them."
"Yeah, they say," snorted Billy.
"Then I suppose something came over them in the can yesterday too,"
observed Benny.
"What do you mean?"
"I went to take a leak and I overheard them in the stalls."
"Overheard them? What do you mean?" asked Ron.
"Mmmmm! That feels so good!" mimicked Benny.
"So they were taking a crap. Big deal."
"Maybe. Maybe they were sticking their fingers up their butts,"
continued Benny.
"No way!"
"Were they in the same stall?"
"No. Adjoining ones."
"They aren't fags," declared Jason Smyth-Jones, looking at Brent and
Brett purposefully. "Not Ryan and Troy." They were hockey players for
Chrissake, jocks. They couldn't possibly be gay.
"You don't have to be a fag to enjoy getting your butt stuffed.
Straights can get turned on getting or giving enemas and shoving dildos up
their butts," observed Benny, who everyone knew was an authority on sex.
"I don't care what you heard, or what was seen in front of your
place, Ryan and Troy are no perverts," Conrad observed, also purposefully
staring at Brent and Brett with the implication that they were.
"Bet you they are," Benny challenged.
"How you gonna prove that?" asked Ron Hall. Being newcomers, he and
Dallas had the least experience with the Brewster brothers and their bets
of those who'd gathered at the arcade. Besides, the one bet they'd had
with the brothers they'd never paid up when they'd lost, so they were more
than willing to take up the challenge.
Jason and his buddy Conrad, on the other hand, had been on the losing
end of too many bets. They had both been trying to tell their parents, and
the shrink their parents had decided they needed to see, that the reason
they'd been found wearing girls' underclothes was because they'd been
paying back lost bets with the Brewsters at the time, and they had even
suggested, in fact demanded, that the Brewsters be asked, but their parents
and their shrink were not buying it. Their parents were too proud and too
embarrassed to consider discussing their sons' perverted behavior, and
especially with those in a lower station in life than they, and their
shrink's response had been that they had to accept that they were the
causes of their actions, not place the blame on others. So neither boy was
too ready to enter into another bet and risk having to do something that
could set back the months of counseling they'd been forced to take. On the
other hand, anytime there was a competition with the Brewsters they could
not resist the opportunity to beat them, and this one did seem like a sure
bet.
"I dunno how," Benny said with a shrug. "But I know they're pervs."
"Suppose you do prove it. What's the bet?" asked Jason, already
suspecting the answer but Benny's uncertainty making the bet all the more
inviting.
"Whoever loses gotta streak from the shop to the cafeteria in the
middle of the noon break at the junior high." That was not what Jason nor
Conrad had expected.
Streak in panties would have been more like it.
Troy looked at the others. "The four of us against the four of you."
"Yeah."
"If you lose, you gotta tell my parents about the bet, and the other
bets we've had," added Jason, seizing the opportunity to clear his name.
"And mine," added Conrad quickly.
"Okay, but if we win, you two have to wear panties to the spring
dance," countered Benny, causing the two boys to wince.
"Then if we win you two have to bring a guy as your date, and get up
on the stage and tell everyone you're gay," Jason responded, looking at
Brent and Brett. Figuring they'd disagree, he and Conrad would have reason
to refuse the panty thing.
"Deal," said Benny, extending his hand.
Troy and Dallas readily took it, and after glancing at each other,
Jason and Conrad shook hands also, though not as enthusiastically. The bet
did give them a chance to prove once and for all that their past
humiliations had been because of bets and not any perverse nature on their
parts, and one of their greatest desires, ranking right up there with
losing their virginity, was to have the twins exposed as the faggots that
they suspected they were.
"Those guys are such morons," Bobby observed as he and his brothers
and Billy headed down the mall. "Even if we lose, we win."
"What do you mean?" asked Billy, having come to find Bobby's way of
thinking as weird as his brothers had claimed it was.
"So if we lose we streak and show everyone just how well a Brewster
is hung," he said with a grin. "Big deal. Every girl in the junior high
will be hot for us, and better yet, so will every guy who loves cock."
That was typical of Bobby's way of thinking. "And you and Brent and Brett
and Cam can spend a whole dance dancing with each other," he added. "And I
know you guys wish you could come out to everyone like you did to Benny and
me," he concluded, looking at this two oldest brothers.
That was true, and they were surprised that what Bobby had said even
made sense for once, though the last part Brent and Brett were not so sure
about. Their community had made great strides toward gay acceptance,
including a gay-inclusive scout movement and a gay pride day, thanks to the
four brothers and their parents largely, but it still had a very large and
very strong anti-gay component, and was in the middle of a very
conservative state.
"So what is your plan for proving Troy and Ryan love stuffing their
butts?" asked Brent.
"Don't have one," Benny said. "Not yet."
That was also typical of Benny. He'd just committed them to a wager
without asking them first or at least being sure it was a safe bet. He'd
just assumed he had their trust. Of course after their last adventure,
what else would anyone expect of a Brewster? Over supper that night,
Brenda announced that she had a fund-raising meeting to attend on Wednesday
night, and Barry reminded her that he was taking an out-of-town client out
for supper and would be arriving home late. The boys immediately thought
of the client they'd helped entertain for their dad at the pet food
convention last August and were about to offer to help him out when their
parents offered a bonus in their allowance if they babysat the triplets
that night. The triplets were now just over a year old and the boys
delighted in spending time with them. Being offered money on top of it was
a real bonus and they readily agreed, though Bobby wanted to know if the
client had a beard or not, which Barry found curious, but then explaining
Bobby was a full time job.
Noon the following Monday found the Brewster brothers along with half
the elementary, junior and senior high students gathering at the local 7-11
to load up on snacks and to just hang without a teacher looking over their
shoulder. Spotting Troy and Ryan, the four brothers and Billy approached
the two fourteen-year-old hockey players.
"Hey, too bad about Friday's game," offered Billy.
"Yeah, well, everyone has an off day," observed Ryan defensively.
"Sure. You guys been doing awesome til now," observed Billy, to the
pleasure of the two hockey players.
"Maybe before the next game you better not have sex with your
girlfriends," Bobby suggested, with the implication that had been the
problem, which also pleased the two jocks. "I hear having sex robs you of
your strength."
"Yeah, good advice, we will," replied Ryan, glancing at his buddy
with a leer.
"And if they do want sex, instead of fucking them and draining
yourself of your energy, maybe you should offer to fist them," Benny
offered.
"Fist them?"
"Yeah."
"What you mean by that?" Normally no self-respecting
fourteen-year-old boy would admit to not knowing something about sex, but
this was Benny, and everyone knew that he knew all there was to know about
sex.
"Shoving your fist up their cunts, or their asses."
"Oh, you mean finger fuck them," observed Troy in a macho tone to
indicate he knew all about that, and that it was something he did regularly
with girls.
"No, not just your finger. Shove your whole fist up their hole."
"Hey, Rochelle's cunt isn't that loose," objected Ryan, referring of
course to his current girlfriend. "She's no whore."
"Well, if you're afraid of stretching her pussy, you could shove your
fist up her ass instead."
"That's gross," observed Troy.
"You don't really think a girl would get off on that?"
"Sure," responded Benny. "There's lots of girls, and guys, who get
off having a fist shoved up their ass. Some guys even shove their arm up
another guy's butt."
"Yeah, right," snorted Troy. "You think we were born yesterday?"
"Bet you," said Benny.
"Bet us what?"
"That there is such a thing as fisting."
"You must really think we're dumb."
"Yeah," replied Benny with a smile. "But we'll bet ya anyway." His
brothers and Billy laughed.
"So how you gonna prove it? You and your brothers gonna drop your
pants and fist each other?" Ryan asked.
"Course not. But we'll show ya pictures of guys doing it. And
videos."
"You got videos?"
"There's adult sites on the web where you can view them."
"How you gonna get access? You gotta pay to get in those sortta
sites."
"Never mind how. You wanna bet or not?"
Troy and Ryan glanced at each other. They were well aware of the
Brewster luck when it came to bets, and the types of consequences, having
been victims themselves, but they were also fourteen, and the possibility
of getting into an adult site was tempting, and the possibility of this
being nothing more than a bluff was pretty certain. Either way, they'd
win. Lose the bet and get to see a hot adult site, win the bet and get one
over on the Brewsters.
"So what's the bet?"
"The losers . . . ah . . . do a play in front of the winners about
getting their asses stuffed," Benny responded, pretending to have just come
up with the idea. "That'll be easy for you guys. You got experience
already," he said with a grin, causing the two boys to flush and their
tempers to rise. The moment stuffing asses had been mentioned they'd been
waiting for some smart remark. Benny was hoping they'd get angry of
course. When guys got angry they made rash decisions. "We'll write the
script."
"Forget it."
"Suppose if I can't prove it, I tell everyone that I heard two guys
talking about drugging your drinks with Spanish Fly to make you super horny
that night you two guys showed up on our lawn and messed with our snowmen.
It made you so horny you had no control over yourselves."
"Did you hear someone say that?" Troy asked hopefully.
"No, but I know you been really hassled bout what happened. I can
get guys off your backs."
"Or off your butts," Bobby said with a giggle.
"Okay. So if you can't prove there is such a thing as fisting you'll
tell guys we were drugged, but instead of the play thing, you and your
brothers will blow every guy on the hockey team after our next home game."
"All right, but then besides doing the play you guys gotta wear butt
plugs to school if you lose."
"When we gonna do all this?"
"Come to our house Wednesday night. We'll show you the proof and you
can do the play, and wear the butt plugs on Thursday."
"The play is just before you five if you win?"
"Right."
"Then if you can't prove it to us, you five will have to wear butt
plugs instead of us, and all five of you will suck the team Friday night,
and you'll tell everyone about us being drugged that night on your lawn."
"Deal."
Heading back to school, Troy and Ryan were sure they'd made the
perfect bet. If there was such a thing as fisting, which they doubted,
they'd get to see an adult site, and they could still say the pics and
videos or whatever were faked and so Benny didn't prove it really could be
done. And if by some wild chance Benny did prove it, the play would be
private and the butt plugs nobody would know about because gym was Monday,
Wednesday and Friday. The Brewsters and Billy Hollis blowing the hockey
team on the other hand would be in front of the whole team, and they said
nothing about being just them present. They could invite the whole fucking
junior high. Now that would fix Benny and his brothers once and for all.
Bobby also figured they were in a win-win situation. If Benny proved
there was such a thing as fisting, which he had no doubt really could be
done if Benny said it could, they'd really have fun with the dumb jocks,
and he already had some ideas for the play they'd write. If Benny didn't
prove it, he'd get to see the entire hockey team with their pants down, and
suck some cock. That was a reward, not a punishment. It was going to be
difficult waiting for Wednesday.
"So what is this fisting site like?" asked Brent as they arrived back
at the school and were about to head off to their classes.
"Don't know. I've never been to one," responded Benny. "Haven't
even looked for one, but there's gotta be some on the net."
If Benny said so, then it had to be as far as his brothers were
concerned, and they headed back to classes unperturbed and didn't even
mention it on their way home after school.
"So I know now how you were feeling on those nights you'd come home
after a date with Brenda and tell me how perfect the world was and how
fortunate you were," read Barry from the letter he was sharing with the
family at supper that evening.
"Did you really do that?" asked Brenda, smiling across the table at
her husband.
"Of course. And I still feel that way," Barry responded truthfully.
"Awwwww," sighed their four oldest sons as they cocked their heads
and looked at their parents, and the triplets giggled.
"I know now the euphoria of meeting that perfect person who you
cannot stop thinking about from the moment you wake until the moment your
head hits the pillow, and who you dream about every night," continued
Barry, reading from the letter. "I never thought I'd know the happiness
that you have experienced, but these past weeks have been the happiest of
my life."
"So, does he say who this person is?" Brenda asked.
"No. No name," Barry replied.
"Well, it sounds like this relationship with whomever she is, is
getting serious."
"Very serious," Barry agreed, choosing to ignore his wife's
assumption as to the sex of his brother's newfound love.
"Well, I knew it would happen sooner or later. James is too
wonderful and sensitive a man for it not to. I knew it would just be a
matter of time for him to find the right person. And what a catch he will
be! Whoever she is, she's a lucky person."
"Can we be excused?" asked Benny.
"May we be excused?"
"Sure. Where you and Dad going?" he responded with a twinkle in his
eyes.
Bobby instinctively raised his hand to his mouth to hide his whisper.
"For a f ."
"Bobby."
"I didn't say nothin'."
"I didn't say anything."
"That's two of us."
"Oh go, all of you," Brenda said, her smile betraying the
exasperation in her voice.
"Thanks, Mom," the boys said in unison.
The boys headed to the computer room. "So you gonna find that
fisting site? Wednesday is just two days away."
"Hey no sweat. There's gotta be hundreds of sites."
"Yeah, it is sex."
"I'll look, but let's check our email first," Benny suggested.
"It's gonna be a great bet," said Bobby, sitting down beside his
brother and looking at the screen. "But we gotta get even with Dallas and
Ron for not doing their side of the bargain with our last bet." He was
referring to the bet they'd made that they could get Dream Street to
perform at their Sadie Hawkins dance and where Dallas and Ron with a number
of other guys had promised to toss their underwear with their names and
phone numbers on them on the stage.
"We will," promised Brent as he and his twin brother looked over
their younger brothers' shoulders. "Hey an Email from Giovanni."
Their Italian-American friend from Orlando where they'd gone to see
the Dream Street band perform reported that his dad and the boys' uncle had
been seeing a lot of each other, and really seemed to be enjoying each
other's company, but they hadn't moved in together yet.
"Tell him what Uncle James said in his letter."
"Yeah, it sure sounds like they are an item."
"Speaking of items, you and Billy have been seeing a lot of each
other," said Brett, looking at his twin brother.
"We got lots to study for before Ostara."
"I'm never gonna be a Wiccan," observed Bobby. "Too fucking much
studying."
"Oh I dunno," observed Benny with a twinkle in his eyes. "Seems to
me becoming a Catholic is taking a lot of studying too."
"I'm not becoming a Catholic," protested Bobby. "I told ya."
"Well, you and Alexi are spending a lot of time together."
"We're practicing our singing."
"Is that why your flies were down when we walked in on you the other
day?"
"Grabbing each other by the nuts so their voices could reach those
high notes I suppose," grinned Brett.
"Bobby doesn't need that help yet," teased Benny.
"Yeah, well, my voice is going to be changing any day now," Bobby
replied. He'd been saying that his voice changing, getting hairs, and
being able to cum was going to happen any day now since he'd turned twelve
five months ago.
"Sure, Bobby," his three brothers said in unison.
"Anyway, it's hard practicing for the Easter pageant," Bobby
responded, his hazel eyes twinkling. He knew his brothers would jump on
the double meaning.
"In your case it's always hard," responded Brent, and they giggled.
"You guys are gonna come hear me sing at Easter, ain't you?" Father
O'Rilley had asked Bobby to continue with the choir, supposedly because of
his voice, and Bobby had readily agreed, supposedly for the joy of singing.
"Fuck yeah. We wouldn't miss it," promised Brett. The four boys
took a sincere interest in each other's hobbies and pastimes and fully
supported each other. Besides, there were some hot-looking guys in the
choir whose robes Bobby's three brothers wouldn't mind getting into.
"And you guys are coming to Ostara," added Brent.
"Definitely!" the three brothers agreed.
"So tell us more about what's gonna happen."
"Well, it will be a lot like Beltane," Brent explained, "but now that
we got a teen coven it will be a joint ceremony with the adult coven. Like
Beltane you guys can watch but you can't take part in the ceremony part."
"But we can join the celebrations later?" Bobby asked.
"Of course."
Wednesday night Billy came over right after school, the boys having
told their parents they were to work on a project together. That was
actually the truth. The boys just didn't clarify that the project was
writing up the porno play for Troy and Ryan to perform, not a school
project. They could not wait for Barry and Brenda to leave and the seconds
seemed to click by in slow motion. Minutes after they'd left, Ryan and
Troy rang the doorbell, the boys being just as anxious to begin and having
been waiting outside for the past half hour for the adult Brewsters to
leave. Benny took them directly to the family room where they kept the
computer and where his brothers and the triplets were waiting. Typing in
"fisting" in the search box for Google, the boys eyes popped out at the
number of sites and the descriptors.
"Fisting Mommas?"
"Look at that one! The official fist fucking website?"
"Shit they even have an official site!"
"Oh maaaaaannn!"
"Free pics? All right! Click on that one."
"Most of these are scams to get you to pay sites," Benny said
knowledgeably, "and most you gotta wade through a hundred popups. But
there's a couple good ones." He clicked on the second page of listings.
"Christ, how many sites are there on fisting?" Troy asked, totally
forgetting their bet in his excitement.
Benny clicked on one of the links and a picture of a woman with a
guy's fist buried up her pussy came on the screen.
"Oh maaaaaan!" Troy said as the boys leaned forward for a better
look.
"You said women got turned on having a guy shove his fist up their
ass too," reminded Ryan, thinking of their bet and what they'd agreed to
do.
Benny scrolled down.
"Oh maaaaaaan!"
"That's gotta be fake," suggested Ryan, though not convincingly.
Benny closed the site and clicked on another, titled Fisting 101.
"This is a basic primer on fisting, including tips on how to do it and some
important safety reminders," began the article and the boys leaned in
closer, each reading the screen silently. One by one their dicks began to
rise. Returning to the search menu, Benny clicked on a gay male site, and
selected the sample video button. The boys watched the twenty-second clip.
"Oh maaaaaaan!" they all groaned. Half an hour later the seven boys were
so randy they were aching to beat off.
"So, time for you guys to do the play."
"Suppose we refuse?" asked Troy, glancing over at Ryan. The two had
discussed that possibility.
"Well, what happened on the lawn with the snowmen could happen
again," said Billy, casually rubbing his nose with his index finger. That
he was holding down the middle two fingers with his thumb to form the devil
sign Ryan and Troy quickly noticed. That Billy and probably Brent
worshiped Satan was common rumor. The boys looked at each other and
swallowed hard. Fear and impending embarrassment caused their stiff dicks
to go limp. The boys looked at each other again. They had spent a most
enjoyable half hour browsing adult sites.
"So what we gotta do?"
"Shut off the computer while we go get the stuff," Benny said with a
wide grin.
With sinking hearts, the two boys looked at each other and awaited
their fate. They did not have to wait long. While Brett slipped out to
the kitchen, his brothers explained to the two hapless boys that they had
written a script in large letters on cue sheets, one for each of them,
complete with actions. When Brett returned they began.
"Oh man, those fisting sites were hot," read Troy from the card Benny
was holding up.
"Com'on, you can read better than that," complained Benny.
"Just fucking get on with this," grumbled the disgruntled teen as he
glared at his classmate.
"Show some emotion, like you mean it," Benny insisted. "Or we'll
just keep doing it until you do it right."
"Oh man, those fisting sites were hot," snarled Troy as he read from
the card.
"You're not angry. You're horny."
"Com'on, Troy. Just do as he says and let's fucking get this over
with," advised Ryan.
"Oh man, those fisting sites were hot."
"And so am I," Ryan read from his cue card that Bobby had been
assigned to hold up.
"Oh yeah, you and me both," groaned Troy as instructed and he
reluctantly reached down and groped himself. Fifteen minutes ago he had
been hot, but at the moment he was simply hot under the collar. He'd do
this perverted childish play of theirs, but some night, somehow, he'd have
them performing a play, starting with dropping to their knees and kissing
his asshole.
"So, you wanna do something?" Ryan asked, reading his card.
"Like what?"
"Stuff our asses," Ryan suggested, his face turning bright red
instead of smiling as the paper said he should. Considering the sites
they'd just seen, the possibility that in this play he and Troy would be
asked to fist each other crossed his mind. There was no way he'd be able
to do that. His heart sank.
"You forgot to smile," reminded Bobby. "You know, the type of smile
that's joking but sortta hoping too."
Ryan repeated his line, eager to just get this all over with.
"What you got in mind?"
"I dunno," Ryan read with a shrug. "Let's go see what we can find."
The two boys got up and walked over to Brent and Brett as their cards
had told them to. The twins handed them their props and told them what was
expected.
"You gotta be kidding!"
"There's no fucking way I'm gonna do that!"
"We had a bet."
"Forget it."
"Guess we'll have to spread a different rumor around school tomorrow
then," Benny observed.
"What the fuck you mean?" snapped Ryan.
"Well, like instead of saying I heard someone say they'd drugged your
drinks, I can say I heard not only do you like stuffing your butts, but you
like to sniff underwear besides. Each other's. That's just a for example.
I can probably come up with something better by tomorrow. And after the
lawn thing, people are going to believe almost anything."
The boys hesitated, and then reluctantly returned to where they'd
been sitting with their props. They knew Benny would spread the rumor, and
they knew how eager some guys were to believe anything when it came to sex,
especially if it was perverted, and especially if it was about another guy,
and they knew Benny was right when he said especially about them after the
snowman thing. Blushing with embarrassment and staring down at the floor,
they removed their jeans and their underwear, acutely aware of the five
pairs of eyes on them, and laying down on the floor with a huge glass bowl
of porridge between them, they inhaled deeply as they steeled themselves
for what they were expected to do next. They glanced at each other,
neither wanting to be the first. Brent, thinking quickly on his feet,
grabbed some paper and did some fast writing.
"You ready?" Troy read from the improvised sheet.
"Yeah," Ryan responded though not convincingly, which was fine with
Brett.
"You first," Troy said with relief as he read his next cue, and again
the tone fit their script well.
Deciding the faster they did it the sooner it would be over, Ryan
picked up the turkey baster and sucked up half a baster of the porridge the
boys had cooked up in the microwave. Gingerly and awkwardly placing the
tip in his anus and squeezing the bulb, he forced the soft, thick mush up
his rectum. It was the weirdest thing he'd ever done, and the weirdest
feeling. He stared blankly straight ahead as he slowly withdrew the
baster. It was disgusting and perverted and totally humiliating doing it
and being watched, but feeling the thick, warm gruel entering his rectum
had been not unpleasant, and in fact was stimulating in a way.
He handed the baster to Troy who reluctantly sucked up some of the
cooked porridge and similarly inserted the tip of the baster up his anus.
That in itself sent and erotic rippled through his sensitive bud, and
feeling the warm cooked meal entering his body was perversely erotic
despite the embarrassment. Handing the baster back to Ryan, he glanced at
the clear bowl of porridge, disappointed they hadn't made any evident dent
in the contents, which they'd been told had to all be squirted up their
rectums.
Knowing that, Ryan sucked up a larger amount his second time, and
watched carefully to be sure Troy sucked up an equal share. Both boys
wanting to get this perversion over, they both sucked up as much as they
could and as quickly as they could. As their rectums began to fill, they
began to feel like they did when they had to take a big crap. They also
began to get aroused, and to their mortification, the warm porridge filling
up their rectums began causing their dicks to begin to swell. Once it
started and once they realized they were both getting boners, there was no
stopping it despite the fact they were being watched by Billy and the four
Brewster brothers. By the time the bowl was empty, their rectums felt like
they were going to burst and they were fully erect.
"Oh man," Troy gasped. "This feels fucking awesome." The gasp and
the sentiment were both real, not acting.
"Oh yeah. It's so fucking wicked getting stuffed," Ryan read from
his cue sheet.
"So you wanna empty your bowels or hold it in a while?"
"Hold it in," Ryan read dejectedly as he strained to keep his anus
clenched tightly shut to prevent the porridge from leaking out.
"Great," Troy responded, doing surprisingly well at sounding pleased
when he was feeling just the opposite.
"You can fucking forget it," Ryan responded as he read the next cue
which told both of them to play with themselves
"That's for fucking sure. The bet was to perform a play about
stuffing our butts and that was all."
"And we've done that," agreed Ryan.
"Okay," agreed Benny. "You can dress and leave now. Don't forget
you gotta wear butt plugs tomorrow."
"What about this stuff up our butts?"
"What about it?"
"We can't walk out of here with our butts full."
Of course the boys had been aware of that and were prepared. With
huge grins, they handed them two cereal bowls.
"Buggers."
"Hey, we're just being helpful," Benny replied with a grin. "But if
you'd rather keep your butts stuffed. . . ."
The boys knew emptying their rectums was the better alternative.
Squatting over the two bowls, they inhaled deeply and forced the first of
the porridge out of their rectums. It was soft and thick, like diarrhea,
and quickly flowed out of their bodies and into the two cereal bowls. It
did not take them long to empty their bowels, the porridge now having a
brown tint to it, and the two could not help grunting and panting as they
emptied their rectums, especially since it did feel good.
"That felt was like totally wicked," Troy read from his cue sheet.
"Fucking right," Ryan said. "Wanna do it again tomorrow?"
"Sure," Troy readily agreed, glad it was over. Although he wanted to
wipe his asshole, the cue said to put on his underwear and pants, and he
was too eager to be done with this to ask for toilet paper.
"Great play, guys," said Brent with a wide grin.
"For sure," agreed Brett as he handed the boys their butt plugs.
"Don't forget you gotta wear them tomorrow," Benny reminded them.
"Whatever," the boys responded, simply glad their ordeal was over.
At least their humiliation was only before Billy and the Brewster twirps,
not in front of their friends like the snowman incident. As they headed
home, they both resolved they'd find a way to get back at the five of them.
So, when they arrived at school the next morning, Troy and Ryan had
two major thoughts on their minds: finding some way to seek revenge on the
Brewsters, and getting through the day without their second secret being
discovered. They knew almost immediately that something was wrong by the
way everyone was glancing at them and snickering and how guys suddenly
stopped whispering when they approached them. At noon they found out why.
"Hey, wassup?" Ryan asked as a group of boys approached him and Troy
at the 7-11 at noon.
"Hear you two got tatoos last weekend," said David Beacher, one of
their teammates.
"Tatoos? Where you hear that?"
"That's the rumor going around."
"Yeah? What sort of tatoos?"
"A heart," David said, "with TK loves RP."
"No way!"
"Then you won't mind proving it."
"Of course not."
"Good. Let's go in the back alley."
"What for?"
"So you can show us."
"We can show you right here."
"Fine. Make a circle guys." A dozen of their friends and classmates
crowded together to form a circle around the two boys. "Okay, drop your
pants."
"What!"
"Why?"
"To prove you don't have the tatoo."
"Just where is this tatoo supposed to be?"
"On your butts."
"Well, there is none."
"So prove it."
"We ain't showing you our butts! And certainly not here!"
"Nobody can see."
"Forget it."
"Then lets go back to the school and you can show us in the can."
Ryan and Troy glanced at each other, their hearts sinking as rapidly
as their anger was rising. There was only one way for this rumor to have
started. "We aren't showing you our butts anywhere."
"So it's true."
"No fucking way. We're just not dropping our pants for a rumor."
"Then we'll pull them down for you."
Someone grabbed their arms from behind. Someone else undid their
belts and pulled down their flies. Desperate now, they kicked out at their
captors until someone pinned their legs from behind. "It's a lie," they
both shouted. "Who the fuck told you this shit about tatoos?" Their
captors didn't reply and their hearts pounded with anxiety as they felt
their pants being drawn down and then hands pulling on their boxers. As
they felt them slipping off their hips, they both wanted to die. The
silence that followed was only a couple seconds, but seemed an hour to the
two red-faced boys standing there with their secret revealed to a
dozen-and-a-half guys from the elementary, junior and senior high schools.
"Fuck," David said softly in surprise as he and the others stared at
the silicon butt plugs stuck up the two teenagers' assholes. There was no
sign of a tattoo on either backside. Their captors released them and the
two boys yanked up their boxers and pants. Knowing trying to explain would
be useless, they pushed through the still shocked and silent crowd and
raced for the school, and then thinking twice about it, headed down the
street instead, figuring getting caught skipping the afternoon was a
preferable choice to spending the next two-and-a-half hours in class with
their classmates.
The discovery was the talk of the three schools that afternoon. By
the end of the school day, there wasn't a single student who hadn't heard
what had happened at noon, including four boys who were dreading meeting up
with the Brewster brothers and bewildered how the boys could be so right so
often.
"So I guess you guys heard the news," Brent said with a huge smile as
he and his brothers approached the four hapless boys in the school parking
lot where they had been discussing their predicament.
"Yeah."
"So, you'll pay up tomorrow at noon."
"No." Dallas Sterns looked at them smugly.
"What do you mean no?"
"So they got caught with plugs up their ass. That don't mean
nothin'."
"Figured you might say that," responded Brett.
"Oh did you now," Ron said sassily with a smug look on his face.
"Be at our place tonight. Seven o'clock."
"And if we don't?"
"Then you'll find out tomorrow what a big mistake that was,"
responded Brett and he and his brothers turned and headed home.
Considering what had just happened to Ryan and Troy, as smug and as
confident as they were, the four boys were not foolish enough to take that
sort of chance. That night, they arrived punctually at seven o'clock, and
five minutes later they were sitting before the television staring in
wide-eyed disbelief. There on the screen were Ryan and Troy viewing some
sites about fisting and from the bulges in their jeans clearly getting
turned on by it. Then, flushed a bright red with arousal, they shut off
the computer and chucked their pants and underwear, which from the tape,
appeared to be a regular thing between them.
They weren't erect but they were close to it, which didn't seem to
bother them either. Laying on their backs with their legs spread, they
took turns stuffing their rectums with porridge, using the thing they'd
seen their mothers use to baste turkey to suck the porridge up and squirt
it up their rectums, commenting all the while how awesome it felt, which
was evident from the boners the two developed. Their comments sounded
strange, as if they'd been memorized, and their movements were awkward, as
if they were performing especially for the camera, which was curious, but
then these were the same two who'd buggered themselves out in the open on
the Brewster's lawn. Who knew why they were taping themselves? As the two
fourteen-year-old hockey players finished by squatting over two cereal
bowls and shitting the porridge back out, the four boys watching could not
believe what they'd just seen.
"That was like totally weird!"
"So, about tomorrow," said Brett.
"How'd you get that tape?"
"We got our ways," Brett responded. "Besides, how we got it don't
matter. So we'll see you guys tomorrow at noon, right?"
"Really see you guys," Benny said with a grin.
"Forget it. It ain't gonna happen," Ron replied defiantly.
"We got a deal."
"So sue us."
"All right," said Benny with a shrug. "It that's how you want it."
The four looked at him. "We'll see you at school tomorrow," he said as he
got to his feet.
"Wimps," snorted Ron, glancing triumphantly at Dallas as he got up
also.
"All right. What's up?" asked Jason, knowing better.
"What do you mean?" asked Benny innocently.
"Ron says we ain't gonna streak and you just say okay like that?
What gives?"
"Ain't the first time we had a deal and you two didn't keep your end
of the bargain," Benny said, looking at Ron and Dallas. "The difference
this time is that we taped our bet. I think everyone will find it
interesting when it accidentally gets played on the school PA tomorrow."
"And the copy on the Senior High PA," added Brett, looking at Jason
and Conrad.
"Everyone's gonna know what kind of welshers you four are," added
Brent.
"There's no way you taped our bet," challenged Dallas.
"Think we're that dumb to fall for your scam twice?" asked Benny.
The four boys looked at each other. Dumb the Brewster brothers
weren't.
"All right," said Dallas. "You got us. Give us the tape and we'll
do your stupid streaking."
"Sure. Once you get the tape and destroy it what proof do we have?
Forget it."
The four looked at each other again. "Fuckers," cursed Ron.
"Tomorrow, at high noon, pilgrims," Benny drawled, mimicking a line
from one of his grandfather Brewster's favorite western videos.
The four boys glared at him and his brothers and Ron's mouth opened
and closed without saying anything several times. Unable to say or do
anything, they stormed out of the house.
"Ho boy," sighed Benny as he collapsed on his bed. "That was close."
"Suppose they'd called our bluff?" Brent asked as he hopped up on
his, which was what the claim of having taped the conversation had been.
"We'd have found a way," said Bobby confidently.
"Like the way we taped Troy and Ryan and edited the tape?"
"That was wicked, wasn't it?" giggled Bobby, and the four laughed as
they highfived.
Friday everyone was still talking about having discovered Troy and
Ryan wearing butt plugs, little knowing that they'd soon be witnessing an
event that would have the three schools talking for the next month. After
the last class of the morning, the two junior high school students and the
two high school boys met in the shop storage room at the west end of the
school and stripped. Handing their clothes over to the Brewster brothers
with the threat that they'd thrash them good if they weren't at the other
end of the school with their clothes as agreed, they waited ten minutes to
give them time to get to the east end of the school.
Glancing at each other and inhaling deeply, they burst out of the
storage room and dashed through the shop where the woodworking club, one of
the junior high's more popular noon clubs, was meeting. Charging out of
the shop, they raced down the hallway past surprised students and even more
surprised teachers. Laughter, cheers, and shrieks of shock from some of
the girls caught the attention of those farther down the hall, who stepped
aside for the four naked sprinters. With their dicks and balls bouncing
between their legs and their faces burning with embarrassment, they headed
down the main hallway. Racing through the packed cafeteria to the whoops
and laughter of the students, they made a mad dash for the exit.
The Brewster brothers, true to their word, were waiting just outside
the door. So were half the high school and most of the elementary school
who had been alerted to what was going to happen, something the Brewster
brothers would later deny having had anything to do with. Grabbing their
clothes on the run, they raced through the crowd, the high school students
giving them a standing ovation and the elementary boys giggling and
snickering while the elementary girls stood with their eyes popping out and
their hands over their mouths. Not one of them made it through the lot
without dropping an article of clothing and suffering the indignity of
having to bend over to pick it up. By the time they disappeared out of
sight their ears were burning with embarrassment.
By that night there wasn't anyone in the town that hadn't heard about
the four boys streaking through the junior high school and across the
parking lot. Gangs of boys cruising for girls and just hanging out
chuckled as they talked about the incident and wondered why the four boys
would possibly do such a thing. Clusters of girls met and giggled about
the sight of the four naked boys, for many of them it being the first time
they'd seen a boy's genitals. For Michelle Hauser, who had been dating
Jason, and Amber Stonewall, who had been dating Conrad, it was not a
laughing matter, and the two were preparing to let their ex-boyfriends know
that the relationship was over. It was not a laughing matter for Jason's
nine-year-old sister Sara, Ron's sixteen-year-old sister Rochelle, and
Dallas's two sisters, either, the girls feeling just as humiliated as their
brothers.
Although they accepted the explanation that agreeing to streak had
been the result of losing a bet, Jason and Conrad's parents were also
convinced that the boys had agreed to the bet to throw suspicion off their
more serious problem, besides to support their claim their fetish for
girl's undergarments was really nothing more than lost wagers. The two
hapless boys knew that their psychiatrist was going to say the same thing
in their next session, convincing him even further that they had a
cross-dressing fetish. As for Ron and Dallas, their parents didn't care
why their sons had streaked through the school. Dallas's father lectured
him for the entire evening on what the law had to say about streaking, and
Ron's father lectured him on what the school board was going to have to say
about the matter. Both sets of parents also reminded their sons of their
social standing in the community, and the role models that they and their
sons were expected to be, and the boys found themselves grounded for the
next month besides being required to write letters of apology to the staff
and students of the Junior High School.
The Brewster brothers were delighted with the way their plans had
turned out for the four streakers and the two hockey players of course.
Barry and Brenda had heard about both incidents, and although their sons
were not implicated, they wisely chose not to mention either incident
considering their sons' reputations for playing pranks.
The following Tuesday night, the four boys waited impatiently for the
Hollis's to arrive and take them to the Ostara celebrations, that being the
only other thing they'd thought about for the past four days. As the boys
crowded into the minivan and headed out, memories of Beltane were as vivid
as if the celebration had been yesterday, and their young dicks began to
swell with those memories. Arriving at the Blackfalds Forest Reserve and
hiking the mile and a half along the narrow path, they once again arrived
at the edge of the clearing surrounded by thick bushes and big trees, this
time the poplars and willows having only recently budded out.
This time on the altar, a large flat rock near the center of the
meadow and beside a small spring, was spread a yellow table cloth covered
with a cream-colored lace on which sat a large yellow candle which Billy
explained represented the young Warrior God and beside it a large
light-green candle which Brent said represented both the Maiden Goddess and
the early sprouts of the growing season. A large amethyst crystal
representing the balancing of male and female energies, and a piece of
fluorite representing the balance of the human and spiritual aspect of the
self were also sitting on the altar along with a small silver bell with a
garland of tiny pink and yellow flowers, four smaller candles, and the
craft tools the boys had seen in their previous Craft ceremony. Around the
edge of the meadow were light pink candles representing the compassion and
love of the spring season and baskets of delicate spring flowers, crocuses,
daffodils, jasmine, Irish moss, snowdrops, and ginger.
There were close to two dozen people already there, many already
naked or wearing just cloaks, it being a comparatively warm spring evening,
and more were arriving. Those who chose not to go skyclad because of the
time of year or for personal reasons were dressed in colours associated
with Ostara, lemon yellow, pale green and pale pink, Robin's egg blue,
violet, and white. The Brewster brothers wasted no time chucking their
clothes as those who were about to take part in the ceremony moved into the
center of the clearing. Two white-haired individuals in their late fifties
wearing open cloaks revealing their nakedness, large rings with a turquoise
stone and silver necklaces from which hung a pentagram, and whom the boys
recognized as being the High Priest and Priestess from their Beltane
experience, checked out the altar. Two women, the same attractive woman in
her early twenties with small, pert breasts that they'd seen last time, and
a full-breasted sixteen-year-old girl with long blond hair, walked about
purifying the circle and the coven members with the smoke from a bundle of
sage.
Four of the coven members moved to what the boys recalled were the
four gates or God positions where people could enter and leave the sacred
ground. One of them was Mrs. Anders, the mother of one of the twin's
classmates, Sherry, who was also a coven member, and the other a muscular,
hirsute man whom they had seen having sex with the twin's high school
biology teacher during Beltane, both individuals being in their early
forties, and both skyclad. The third coven member was a boy they
remembered being called Brad, a boy around seventeen with a mullethead cut,
his brown hair short on the top and long and thick in the back, a tattoo of
a marijuana leaf on his right biceps, dark black, mid-calf leather boots
and a studded harness and wide leather belt. During Beltane they had
watched him better a fourteen-year-old boy in a competition over a girl,
and then screw his ass before going off to screw the girl. The fourth
coven member was a seventeen-year-old girl they'd watched plunging a thick,
black, well-lubed dildo between another seventeen-year-old girl's legs and
having the other girl do the same to her.
Included with those who would be participating in the ceremony was
Mordock, Billy's fifteen-year-old goth friend, standing out with his black
lipstick and makeup, black cloak, spiked dog collar, eyebrow and lip rings,
ankh-shaped earrings, and tattoos of pagan symbols. The boys could not
help but stare at the three brass-colored rings, one above the other,
piercing his low- hung balls, the dydoe through the ridge of his glans, and
since they'd seen him last, the addition of two foreskin rings to which
were connected fine silver chains which were wrapped around his narrow
waist. Brent and Billy, who were wearing identical black cloaks with a
scarlet lining closed at the neck with identical silver clasps shaped like
a dragon, were also participating in the ceremony. The two boys were
standing silently near the spring and Brent's brothers knew from their
earlier ceremony that the two boys were grounding and centering.
Closing his eyes, Brent inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to calm
his nerves. This was his first ceremony that would be witnessed by his
brothers, and the first in which he had a specific role, and the
sixteen-year-old was nervous. He concentrated on himself, and on his place
in relation to the rest of the universe. He concentrated on the black,
polished rock he was holding, one of his personal craft tools, grounding
all distracting and stressful energies. As he concentrated, he imagined
himself being bathed in a divine white light spinning upward clockwise,
raising his energies and his awareness of nature and the powers of the
night. He breathed slowly and concentrated with all his strength, and he
could hear Billy breathing deeply and slowly beside him. At last they were
ready to begin and he and Billy moved in to face the altar with the others
as the High Priestess approached Mrs. Anders standing at the Northern Gate.
"To the Maiden Goddess of the Spring, the Watchtowers of the North
and the elements of Earth, we call upon your wisdom and summon your energy
and love to witness this celebration of divine balance and renewal of
compassion for one another," the Priestess said loudly, lighting the pale
green candle Mrs. Anders held and ringing the bell once. Moving clockwise
to the East, the High Priestess addressed the young, naked teenage girl.
"To the Warrioress of the Spring, the Watchtowers of the East and the
elements of Air, we call upon your wisdom and summon your energy for clear
communications with the spiritual being within ourselves. We ask for
guidance in using compassion and understanding in all our unions with
others." Lighting the pale blue candle she held and ringing the bell once,
the High Priestess turned to the naked hirsute man in the South.
"To the God of the Spring, the Watchtowers of the South and the
elements of Fire, we call upon your wisdom and summon your energy for
accepting the balance of others, and all aspects of our life." Lighting
the fiery red candle he held and ringing the bell, she turned to the
seventeen-year-old boy standing at the West and stated, "to the Warrior of
the Spring, the Watchtowers of the West and the elements of Water, we call
upon your wisdom to bring daily sight into our lives so that we might see
our imperfections. We ask for your strength to adjust our behavior and
increase our enlightenment of spirit." Lighting his deep blue candle and
ringing the bell, she addressed those in the circle, telling them to call
upon their personal Spirit Guide for assistance during the ritual.
"Iolair, I call upon your guidance and love to assist me during this
spiritual celebration, and to help me maintain my focus, energy and
alignment for divine purpose and work," whispered Brent, adding in a lower
whisper, "please, may I not screw up in my special task this night."
Lighting a small violet candle for his guide, he placed it on the altar.
The High Priestess rang the bell twice and called upon those in the circle
to call their deity and solicit his or her assistance. Once again Brent
inhaled and exhaled nervously as he prepared to align himself with his
chosen deity. "I believe in the spiritual existence of myself as a perfect
image of Hermes. In this reflection that is my physical embodiment, I
align myself and my faith in the supreme guidance of my soul with the
ancient powers and wisdom of Hermes." Lighting a second candle, he placed
it on the altar and the High Priestess rang the bell three times.
After doing likewise for each member of the two covens, the adult and
teen, the High Priestess circled the clearing three times before once again
stepping up to the altar and raising her hands. "Friends, light the brands
you hold. For here we celebrate the sacred night of Ostara, the second of
the Spring holidays that ring in the festivals for fertility, fertility of
the earth for an abundant crop and garden, a fertile mind for imagining new
ideas and concepts at work and at home, and fertility of self and body."
Brett, Benny and Bobby glanced at each other and grinned at the mention of
fertility as those watching and those in the circle lit the brands that had
been placed around the clearing.
"Ostara represents the warrior aspect of the God force," the High
Priestess continued. "This is the festival of balance, the day when the
nighttime and the daytime are equal in length. This is also the time when
the God returns to life and balances the feminine energy of the universe
with his masculine force. It is the season of courtship, when the God
calls upon the Maiden Goddess and begins to win her heart. It is the season
of love and learning. Now is the time to review your life and find balance
in its events. Now is the time to renew your tools and your faith. As a
courtship brings in new energy to one's life, so can this Sabbat bring new
energy to your faith. On this hallowed night we have come to honor nature,
the balance of spirit, and the Warrior within. We honor the God and give
thanks to the season of renewal and honor the many blessings yet to come."
"We here do call and bid welcome Our Goddess, and our God, and invite
them to be with us on this night of Ostara," intoned the High Priest.
"Think you now of the Warrior," he instructed, pausing to allow everyone to
do so. One by one those in the circle and those watching without dropped
to their knees. The image the Brewster brothers conjured up in their minds
was of a young, virile, smooth bodied, well-hung God. "We send thanks and
gratitude to You for this spring season. We honor You as the world renews
its flowering beauty once more in this never ending cycle of life." So
saying, he lighted the two large candles on the altar and rang the bell
seven times.
"The time of spring has arrived," chanted the twenty-six people in
the meadow. "The wheel of the year has been turning. The wheel has brought
us here to Ostara, beginning of spring."
"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 members of the two covens as they got to
their feet. The night had grown dark quickly and the brands in the center
of the clearing and around the perimeter sent flickering wavers of light
across the clearing and through the woods which seemed to have grown 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.
The priestess next offered a fragrant bouquet of flowers to the
Warrior God. Lighting one of the smudge sticks, holding it in her left
hand as she lit it with her right, she held up the burning stick to the God
with both hands. The fragrance of the lavender flowers and of the incense
drifted through the meadow and the forest. "We offer this gift as a symbol
of our love and thanks to the Warrior; we honor each aspect of the God,
within ourselves, within the world and within the divine universe."
Lowering the smudge and blowing out the flames, she allowed the stick to
smolder. Then again with both hands, she held the stick up to the God.
"We share the fragrance of this offering with the God and Goddess, as we
pray for a fertile year and blessed union of our physical lives with our
spiritual desires."
Setting the smudge in a holder on the altar, she held up to the
Goddess a large clear glass bowl containing packets of seeds prepared by
each of the coven members. "We give thanks to the Maiden Goddess for the
compassion and patience with ourselves and with those in our lives as we
all move forward to enlightenment." Replacing the seeds on the altar she
raised the bell. "We give great homage the courtship of the Warrior and
Warrioress. We honor the love spirit and the balance of all things within
our daily lives as well as our spiritual journey." She rang the bell nine
times, in groups of three to honor each aspect of the Goddess.
The High Priestess held up a platter of cakes with both hands. "On
this eve of Ostara we come to honor the Warrior God and share in the
fertility and rebirth of the divine universe. We offer these cinnamon
bread sticks and this wine made of grapes," she said as the High Priest
held up a decanter of wine, "as our thank-you for all You have given and
all You are about to provide." Putting the platter down, she rang the
festival bell three times, then walked up to each person in the circle and
allowed them to take a bread stick from the tray with their right hand,
placing two herself on the altar for the God and Goddess.
Holding the bread stick in both hands and raising it up to the
Goddesses, the members of the coven chanted, "With the partaking of this
bread I take into my body the essence of Ostara, the Goddess of renewal. I
align my spirit and soul with the physical well being of my body and mind;
as the Goddess is the teacher and bridge builder between the earthly and
divine worlds." So saying, each person proceeded to eat his or her cake.
The High Priest grasped the neck of the decanter with his right hand,
and with each person in the circle holding his or her chalice with the left
hand, he poured the wine. When everyone had a share of the wine, and two
goblets had been poured and left on the altar, each person raised his or
her goblet to the God and said, "with the partaking of this wine I take
into my body the essence of the God, and I align my soul with the balance
and rebirth of our spiritual family." Each person drank half the wine,
then held the goblet up again. "We ask the Goddess of light to accept this
wine as our offering of honor and thanks giving on this the festival of
Ostara." Each stepped forward and poured the remaining wine from the
goblets into a large cauldron as a symbolic gesture that they were all one
and all part of the divine. The High Priest stepped forward and lighted
the wine, allowing it to evaporate into the ethers through the flames.
The High Priestess then guided everyone through a brief meditation,
allowing each member to privately contact the God and Goddess and engage
them in a private ritual, thanking them for the knowledge and wisdom they
brought each member last year and telling them how they would use that
knowledge and wisdom this year.
Everyone then turned and stood facing the altar, holding their hands
together as if praying, only opening the top slightly at the thumbs as if
making a bowl with their hands. "I thank the Warrior God and the Maiden
Goddesses, Divine Spirits and the Watchtowers of the Four Corners for
watching over this ceremony of Ostara," said the High Priestess.
"By the light and love of All that Is, we honor the blessings we have
received on this day. We thank you for your guidance, your wisdom and your
strength as we embark on this new year. We send many blessings to each and
all as we walk along the path of enlightenment forever."
"Blessed be," chorused the High Priest and Priestess together.
"Blessed be," chorused the members of the covens, and many of those
watching.
"At Ostara, we welcome the return of the Spring Goddess from her long
season of dormant sleep," said the High Priestess. "The sap begins to
flow, the trees are budding, the ground softens, ice melts, and everywhere
the fragrance and color of spring slowly awaken and rejuvenates our own
life force. This is a very powerful time to do magic, not only because of
the balancing of the earth's energies, but because of the way our own
beings echo the earth's changes. We are literally reborn as we emerge from
our winter sleep, ready to partake of all the pleasures of the earth, and
to meet the challenges we will face as the world changes around us daily.
Blessed Be in the Season of Spring!"
"Blessed Be in the Season of Spring!" chorused those in the circle,
and a number of those watching.
"Ostara is an opportune time for those new to the craft to receive
their craft name," continued the High Priest. "We have one among us today
who has been studying our ways since the summer solstice, and it is
fitting, nine months from that time, that he is prepared today to engage in
his official naming ceremony. The naming ceremony is an introduction of
the individual worshipper to the physical and spiritual aspects of the
world, to the elementals and to the Lord and Lady," he said for the benefit
of those watching. "We call now on the High Priest and Priestess of the
Blackfalds Teen Coven to lead us through this hallowed ceremony."
"Maiden Goddess, protector of the young, we ask that you attend this
rite, and welcome this youth to the moonlit earth," called out the High
Priestess of the teen coven, the tall, buxom girl with flowing pale blond
tresses the boys had seen purifying the circle earlier.
"Warrior God, guiding light, we ask that you attend this rite, and
welcome this youth to the sunlit earth," called out the High Priest of the
teen coven, a muscular and well-hung seventeen-year-old boy with dark eyes,
black hair, a neatly trimmed goatee and a handsome face. "Who would
present himself and receive his chosen name?"
"I," said Brent nervously as he stepped forward. "Brent Brewster."
"Why do you do so?"
"To become one with the God and Goddess and to learn the Ancient
Ways."
"How do you enter?"
"In love and trust."
"Have you chosen a Craft name?"
"I have."
"Then present yourself before the Lord and Lady."
Stepping before the teenage High Priest and High Priestess, Brent
dropped to his knees. "Blessed be thy Feet, that bring you on this Path,"
they said together as they touched his naked feet. "Blessed be thy Knees,
that support you before the Divine," they continued, touching his knees.
"Blessed be thy Abdomen, that gives you Inner Strength. Blessed be thy
Breast, that holds your Heart to Them. Blessed be thy Lips, that speak
Their Sacred Names. Blessed be thy Eyes, that see the Beauty of Their
Love. Blessed be thy Mind, that seeks Their Knowledge and Wisdom."
The High Priestess raised the censer of incense and drew a pentacle
in the air before Brent. "I bless you Brent Brewster with the power of
fire and air." Dipping her finger in a bowl of salt water on the altar and
drawing a pentacle on his third eye with the salt water on her finger, she
continued, "I bless you, Brent Brewster, by the power of earth and water."
"I call to the North," said the High Priestess, taking Brent to Mrs.
Anders guarding the north gate. "Powers and creatures of Earth, greet this
youth and give him your blessings. This is the Earth Mother from whose
body you were formed," she said, introducing Brent to the elemental. "Know
her in the ground beneath your feet."
"This is the Lord of the Wildwood and the grain whose life fills the
wilderness and gives you bread," said the High Priest, addressing the male
aspect of the elemental. "Know him in the touch of the tree against your
hand."
"Know me. I am Setanta," said Brent, addressing the elemental.
"May you, Setanta, stand firm on Mother Earth, and may you be filled
with the life of the wilderness and connect with all that is," said Mrs
Anders, sprinkling his head with salt from the container she held.
"I call to the East," said the High Priestess, taking Brent to the
teenage girl in the east God position. "Powers and creatures of Air, greet
this youth and give him your blessings. This is the Goddess of the sky
whose breath gives you life. Know her as you inhale her essence."
"This is the God of the sky that holds your wings aloft," said the
High Priest. "Know him as your dreams take flight."
"Know me. I am Setanta," said Brent.
"May you, Setanta, soar in the limitless sky of thought and
imagination and be guided along your path by my gentle breezes," said the
girl, anointing him with incense from an ornate censer.
"I call to the South," said the Priestess as they approached the
middle-aged man at the next God position. "Powers and creatures of Fire,
greet this youth and give him your blessings. This is the fire that breeds
passion and anger. Know her as the force that transforms you."
"This is the Lord of the Dance. Know him in the fire of the Sun and
in the energy that moves you through life," said the High Priest.
"Know me. I am Setanta," said Brent.
"May you, Setanta, be warmed and strengthened by my energy and may my
light help you prevail in the challenges that await you." The man touched
Brent on the shoulder with the flat of the blade of his sword.
"I call to the West. Powers and creatures of Water, greet this youth
and give him your blessings. This is the Goddess whose water of life flows
through your body.
Listen to her voice in the current of life."
"This is the God of the Water whose essence carries the seed of New
Life. Listen to him in the sound of the rain."
"Know me. I am Setanta," said Brent.
"May you, Setanta, swim the deep seas of emotion and empathy and may
my cleansing waters cleanse you of doubts and confusion." Dipping his
fingers into the chalice, the teenage boy sprinkled Brent with water.
Brent and the teen High Priest and Priestess returned to the altar.
"Lord and Lady, we bring this youth before You asking that You embrace him
in body and spirit. Protect and guide him upon his path, and witness that
we accept him into our community in love and in trust. Lady, protect this
youth, Setanta, with your vigilance. Let him breathe in your fresh air of
the forest. Let him be as strong, free, and independent as you are. Guide
him as he hunts for his own path. Protect him through the darkest of
nights, as he ponders the infinity of the starry sky," invoked the High
Priestess.
"Lord, guide this youth, Setanta, in the ways of kindness and
courage.
Let him be valiant and wise, as you are. Give to him your talents and
appreciation for poetry, art and music. Warm him through the long days of
learning ahead."
"I am that which links all that is in the Cycle of Life. Know me in
the turning of the Wheel," invoked the teenage High Priestess.
"We are blessed by the God and Goddess by their attendance at this
naming ceremony," announced the two teenagers together. "Know that Brent
Brewster is your child Setanta. May you bless this, Your child."
"The Lord and Lady, the watchtowers, and all present have born
witness to the naming of this youth. It is time for the community to
welcome Setanta. Greet him and give him your blessings," announced the
adult High Priest.
"As adults coming into the Craft, we emphasize the rite of initiation
into the mysteries," continued the adult High Priestess. "Yet, as
important as that is, initiation is only one of many rites of passage to be
experienced in a lifetime. Setanta has experienced his first rite of
passage. May the Gods grant that the members of this community will be
there to guard and guide him as he grows to reach other rites of passage.
Greet him and give him your blessings."
Those in the circle began to chant Brent's chosen name, "Se-tan-a,
Se-tan-a." Some began to whisper it, others to sing it, some in different
tones and inflections. Some began to chant with others beginning with the
first syllable when the first chanted the second syllable and a third
commencing on the third syllable. It was a musical sound, and even those
who were not craft raised could feel the energy being raised. When the
power was at its peak, the teenage Priestess and the Priest stood on each
side of Setanta, and taking his hands, held them up and called out his name
three times, sending forth the energy to the Universe, declaring his
presence and blessing him.
"This is the time of beginnings, of the Spring's return; the joyful
time, the seed time, when life bursts forth from the Earth and the bonds of
winter are broken," said the adult High Priestess as the two adult coven
leaders took over again. "The young Prince of the Sun stretches out his
hand, and the young Earth Maiden returns from the Land of the Dead, cloaked
in fresh rain, with the sweet scent of desire on her breath. Where They
step, the wild flowers appear; as They dance, despair turns to hope, sorrow
to joy, want to abundance. Again a Virgin at Candlemas, the Goddess
welcomes the young God into her and conceives a child from this divine
union, a child who will be born nine months hence, at Yule, the Winter
Solstice. Eostre and Aphrodite embrace and caress beneath the rising moon
as Athena and Venus entwine their limbs and kiss. The mighty horned god
Cernunnos and the handsome Persian Mirthras make love in the moonlit
meadow, while Pan mounts Robin of the Woods in the scented forest. The
powers of polarity and of resonance revibrate through the world. May our
hearts open with the spring! Blessed Be!"
"Blessed Be," chorused the coven members.
"This is the time of balance, of male and female, and of the
masculine and feminine within each of us. At this time light and dark are
equal and all the elements within us must be brought into a new harmony.
This is a time of Love, a time when two people attracted to each other
swear their intentions and fealty to each other. In the attraction of two
people, be it of opposite sex or same sex, we see ourselves in our partner,
and we see those qualities in ourselves that we wish to nourish, and it is
as a rebirth. We identify with each other and with the world, and in doing
so generate power, and become the world. May our hearts open with the
spring! Blessed Be!"
"Blessed Be," everyone chorused.
"In Ancient times, spring was the season for a form of sacrificial
mating. The woman identified herself with the Goddess, and the man sank
himself into the Goddess so she may conceive. Through the woman, the man
gave up his masculinity to the Goddess, without destroying it, and emerged
from the experience spiritually revitalized. Today, Ostara has given up
its aspects of sacrificial mating and human-fertility to the Greater Sabbat
of Beltane, at which time we perform the Great Rite, whether actual or
symbolic, but Ostara retains its vegetation-fertility aspect. To
commemorate the origins of Ostara, and to celebrate its
vegetation-fertility power, on this night, the night of beginnings, the
night of balance, the time of first seed, we celebrate before you, and
before the God and the Goddess, a declaration of young love."
"Blessed Be," said those in the circle.
"Let the young lovers step forward."
Brent and Billy stepped forward, carrying boughs of Hawthorne
branches and mountain ash leaves, symbols of their love, and faced each
other before the altar.
"Ostara is a time to celebrate the arrival of Spring, the renewal and
rebirth of Nature herself, and the coming lushness of Summer. It is at this
time when light and darkness are in balance, though the light is growing
stronger by the day, that the forces of masculine and feminine energy, yin
and yang, are also in balance, in the universe, and tonight, in me," said
Brent, undoing the clasp of his cloak and allowing it to drop to the
ground. The balance of his feminine and masculine halves could not be more
evident as he stood there in the moonlight, his young body illuminated by
the brands burning near him. His fine, long, blond hair curling down over
his shoulders, his fine, delicate features of face and long, slender
fingers, and the soft contours of young body would have made one think they
were gazing upon a beautiful teenage maiden. The firmness of his deltoids
and biceps, the firmness of his chest and narrowness of his hips, and his
ample endowment left no doubt about his masculinity.
He was wearing, to the surprise of his brothers, a studded dog collar
and leather harness and about the base of his balls and down the top side
of his cock was a leather strap with metal eyelets through which was
threaded what looked like a black shoe lace which criss-crossed down the
length of his semierect dick. He looked like a young Greek leather god
that the ancient masters would have immortalized in marble.
"Ostara is a time of renewing ourselves, our thoughts, our dreams,
and aspirations, and our relationships. It is at this time, a time of
growth, that the balance of forces support our efforts to revitalize that
which we value most, which for me, is our love," Billy replied, allowing
his cloak to drop about his feet and revealing that he was dressed
identical to Brent.
Having abandoned his Mohawk cut, he had allowed his thick, dark brown
hair to grow back and had for this evening dyed the tips silver to match
the three bell bars in the bridge of his nose and his lip ring. What
everyone noticed, more than his dress, was the look of love in his deep
brown eyes and his flushed face as gazed upon his beloved there in the
middle of the meadow.
"As a token of my love," Billy continued, "I have chosen for you your
first athame." Reaching over to the altar, he picked up a beautifully
tooled, black leather sheath with soft deer skin on the back, and handed it
to Brent. Taking it in his right hand, Brent slowly removed the dagger, a
double-edged eight-inch blade with a five-inch crosspiece and black
leather, cross- wrapped grip, the crosspiece made of Damask steel and
having a wavy black and silver pattern, reflecting its high carbon content
and strength. The bronze butt was inlaid with a fine silver carved
pentagram.
Even those who were not followers of the craft could see its beauty
and Brent stared at it in wonder, his deep blue eyes growing moist as he
thought of the care Billy must have taken to choose such a gift.
Forgetting his lines, he had a sinking feeling at the inadequacy of the
gift he'd chosen. He was vaguely aware of Billy taking the athame and
sheath from him, and then strapping it to his thigh.
"Ostara is a fertility festival celebrating the birth of Spring and
the reawakening of life from the Earth," Brent began, his voice quavering
with emotion. "The energies of Nature subtly shift from the sluggishness
of Winter to the exuberant expansion of Spring. The Goddess blankets the
Earth with fertility, bursting forth from Her sleep, as the God stretches
and grows to maturity. He walks the greening fields and delights in the
abundance of nature," Brent continued. "I wish, this night, to share in
this abundance with you." Picking up a rich purple velvet sack on the
altar, he opened the drawstring, his hands trembling so nervously he almost
dropped the sack.
"As a token of my love, I have chosen for you, this matching belt and
choker of hematite beads." Wrapping the bead belt about Billy's naked
waist, he closed the end fob, a finely carved one-and-a-half inch silver
pentagram. He had been saving for the past three months to buy it, and had
gotten an advance on his next two allowances so he'd have it for this
night. He'd thought at the time it was the ideal gift, but after seeing
the gift Billy had gotten him, he was embarrassed at the simplicity of his
and hoped Billy would not be too disappointed. Keeping his eyes lowered,
he removed Billy's spiked collar and wrapped the bead choker about his
neck. An identical silver pentagram hung as a pendant from the front.
Afraid what he'd see, he slowly looked up to see a tear trickling down
Billy's cheek.
"It's beautiful," Billy whispered, his voice choking, knowing as had
Brent the time and care that had been taken in selecting the gift. The
light from the candles and the brands reflected in the blood-red beads
laying against his naked flesh. Billy was beautiful, the most beautiful
boy there was, and the beaded choker and belt did suit him, as Brent had
thought when he'd initially seen it on the web. The stone for the mind, as
the web ad had put it, was supposed to have a calming effect by balancing
male and female energies, and by helping transform negative energy to the
pure light of love. He reached out and wiping away the single tear, he
gently caressed Billy's cheeks as he stared into his lover's eyes. Neither
heard the High Priest clear his throat until the third time.
"Anam Cara is the Celtic spiritual belief of souls connecting and
bonding, based on the belief that the soul radiates all around the physical
body in what some call an aura," Billy continued, his eyes glistening and
reflecting the flames of the brands as he reached out and gently caressed
Brent's back and ran his fingertips lightly over his smooth chest. "When a
person connects with another and they become completely open and trusting
with each other, their two souls begin to flow together. Should such a
deep bond be formed, it is said you have found your Anam Cara or soul
friend. I have found mine."
"Your Anam Cara always accepts you as you truly are, holding you in
beauty and light," said Brent, leaning forward and kissing Billy lovingly
on the lips. His breath was so sweet and his lips so soft the
sixteen-year-old momentarily forgot his lines. "To appreciate such a
relationship, you must first recognize your own inner light and beauty, and
forming an Anam Cara friendship helps one to awaken his awareness of his
own nature and experience the joys of others," Brent continued as Billy
gazed upon him in admiration. "Through you I have found my own awareness,"
he concluded, and the two boys kissed again.
"With the connecting and bonding of souls, the two are joined in an
ancient and eternal union with humanity that cuts across all barriers of
time, convention, philosophy and definition. It is said when you are
blessed with an Anam Cara, you have arrived at that most sacred place:
home," concluded Billy, cupping Brent's balls as Brent reached out and
cupped his.
"Iolair, bear witness to my love," petitioned the youth now called
Setanta, calling upon his guiding spirit, the golden eagle. "Hermes,
Greetings on this night. Join with me." Brent closed his eyes and began
the invocation to his chosen God.
"Capall-nero, bear witness to my love," petitioned Billy, having
earlier taken the name Puck and calling now on his guiding spirit, the
Black Horse. "Ganesha, Greetings on this night. Join with me." He too
began his invocation to his God, the four-armed, elephant-headed Hindu God
Ganesha, a lover of men, and loved by all men.
The two focussed all their thoughts and all their senses on their
Chosen Gods, imagining their images in their minds, imaging not just how
they looked, but how they felt, sounded, tasted and smelt. Billy
concentrated on the Greek salad he'd eaten earlier that day and on how he
imagined the Mediterranean smelt on a spring night. Billy concentrated on
the curried chicken and rice he'd eaten, and on the smells of the Indian
jungle. The two boys called upon their gods as they slowly inhaled and
exhaled. Hermes, the Greek God of thought, travel, communication,
merchants and thieves. A God of great virtue, but a trickster too, right
from his birth. Ganesha, Hindi God of riches, writing, and wisdom, the
remover of obstacles. A God of great loyalty to his mother and friends, a
God of love, and of lust.
As they concentrated on their Gods, calling them down to this sacred
space to join them, focussing on their beauty and their strength, they
caressed each other tenderly and kissed with light, gentle pecs as if they
were in a trance. They ran their fingertips over each other gently,
tracing naked skin along the leather straps. They unbuckled the straps and
removed each other's leather harnesses and Billy removed Brent's dog
collar. They reached down and unlaced the laces binding each other's
swelling cock and removed the leather cock and ball harness. Naked now,
Billy wearing only his matching belt and choker and Brent only the athame
strapped to his thigh, the two boys embraced. As they gently caressed and
kissed, their young dicks grew, and as their dicks began to rise up, the
look of tender love in their eyes was replaced by the bright flame of
growing lust.
The rest of the coven members moved back and watched the two lovers.
The two sixteen-year-old boys, smooth skinned, fresh faced and lithe in
body, their adolescent muscles rounded and softly contoured with
youthfulness but developing an adolescent firmness and definition,
embraced. They pressed their naked bodies against each other as Billy
wrapped his arms about Brent's waist and drew his beloved to him and Brent
wrapped his arms about Billy's shoulder and held him tightly. Their moist,
soft lips locked in a passionate kiss of love and of lust. Their long,
feathery eyelashes fluttered as they closed their eyes and they savoured
each long kiss. The two young lovers inhaled slowly and deeply. Gradually
their young cocks began to rise as they became engorged with hot,
hormone-laden teenage blood. The now lust-driven boys inhaled each other's
sweet breath and teen essence, the musky scent of adolescent boys in heat.
There in the silence of the night the words of "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by
Nirvana reverberated in their minds.
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino
A mosquito, my libido, yeah!
As they continued to embrace and kiss and fondle each other, they
began to perform a slow and sensuous dance, their lips and bodies meeting
and then parting, only to meet again as they gently stroked each other.
The light from the candles on the altar and from the torches surrounding
the circle played across their nude bodies, accenting their curves and
shading the hollows of their groins and their buttocks. Their arms
intertwined and wove like twisting snakes as they caressed each other.
Each drew the other's body close as they gyrated their hips, grinding their
swollen cocks against each other's flat stomach and curly haired pubes.
Locked in a deep kiss, they cupped each other's tight, smooth butt and
kneaded and squeezed each other's firm orbs. Those in the circle and even
those standing outside the circle could feel the lust and the power
coursing through the veins of the two lovers and flowing out of their
bodies to become part of their pulsating aurora.
Brent's brothers recalled the dance of the High Priestess and High
Priest during the Beltane ceremony and how Billy had observed that they had
"called down the moon" and had explained that they were acting in total
accord with the divine, and the divine was acting through them. The looks
on the faces of the two boys were the same as Brent and his brothers had
witnessed on the faces of the High Priest and Priestess that night, and the
throbbing of the air and the sensation of being in the presence of an
ancient force told the boys they were witnessing powerful magic in the
making.
Totally oblivious to those around them, Billy and Brent silently
chanted the invocation of their chosen Deities, and as their lust increased
so did the power of their incantation. They visualized their images in
their minds and imagined their power and their scent. They imagined being
them. They closed their eyes and visualized their bodies merging with
their chosen Deities. As they concentrated on the arousing pleasure of
each other's gentle caresses and soft kisses, they imagined their energies
and the energies of their Deities uniting, becoming one with theirs. As
each boy imagined his soul merging with the soul of his God, the two boys
became one with their Deities. They became their Gods.
Hermes, companion and beloved of Eros and Hercules, beloved of Perseus
and favourite of Zeus, stood there in the moonlight in all his naked
splendour, a handsome, athletic, beardless youth, perfect in body and in
beauty. Messenger of the gods, skilled in oratory and writing, dedicated
to serving others, and dedicated to his brother Apollo whom he loved and
who loved him spiritually and physically, he was the ideal chosen God for
the sensitive, teenage boy who worshipped him, the boy who excelled in the
written and spoken arts, and who longed to please others. Mighty Ganesha,
the god of literature, scribes and merchants, who loved all men and who was
loved by them in return, the champion of anal love, unyielding protector of
his mother, a god of gentleness, calm and prudence and yet known for his
quick temper and his indulgences, was the ideal god of the young figure
skater who worshipped him, a sensitive clown who marched to a different
drummer than others and whose eccentricity made him an object of fear and
of ridicule. The Hindu God stood there now in the moonlight, big bellied,
his body soft and tender and full breasted like a woman, strong thick
thighs like a man, or a figure skater, his four arms, his trunk, and his
long member swaying rhythmically as he danced with the Greek God.
There in the shimmering light the two boys became the two Gods,
touching each other, caressing each other, stimulating each other. Penises
erect, they stroked each other and kissed as they pressed together and drew
apart. In the smoky haze from the incense and firebrands, the two immortal
gods and the two teenage boys phased in and out, becoming one and then the
other. Energy pulsated about the two naked boys as they danced under the
rising half moon. Fingers, lips, tongues, and eyelashes brushed against
hot, naked flesh, touching and being touched. Their energies coursed
through each other with each touch, with each kiss, like electric shocks.
Reaching their peak of arousal, the two boys moved into position and
united.
As Brent felt Billy enter him eagerly and forcefully, he pushed out and
accepted him as the Goddess accepted the Warrior God in an ancient time.
As he felt Billy begin to pump his hard, throbbing member in and out of his
body, he constricted and relaxed his rectum in time with his motions. He
sensed the energy of Ganesha plunging into him with each thrust of Billy's
penis, and realized it was not Billy's teenage penis but the thick,
masculine cock of his God that was pleasuring him, and it was not he who
was bent over and gasping with pleasure, but the divine Hermes in all his
power and beauty.
Tendrils of unseen energy uncoiled as they flowed through the air from
the two rutting boys. As they began to fuck more and more furiously,
slamming their bodies against each other in a mad passion and unsatiable
desire, the frequency and intensity of the uncoiling tendrils of energy
multiplied, reaching out and enveloping the rest of the coven members in
the sacred circle. The still spring air in the clearing and the
surrounding woods seemed to pulsate with the love and the lust of the two
boys. Brent concentrated on the incredible gift of the gods, feeling the
energy entering him, all of the power of his partner focussed in his
genitals and throbbing though his member as he plunged it in and out of his
ass. Brent absorbed that energy and with each thrust he felt himself
rising higher and higher, his own cock throbbing hotly until he exploded
with orgasm and consciousness, entering the Divine state of Nirvana.
Billy shuddered as he reached his peak and felt his orgasm erupt
between his legs and flow through his loins, and he focussed and channelled
the energy received from his God out through him, up his thick, throbbing
cock and out his burning slit to enter his beloved. His seed, the first
seed of that spring night, spurted deep up the hot, moist channel now
gripping his cock with a vicelike force. Shot after shot of
energy-enriched teenage cum shot out of his cock, and he grasped his
beloved for support as his weak-loined limbs buckled under him.
As Billy shot his seed up Brent's rectum and Brent's asshole quivered
and pulsed in unison with his lover's cock as he too trembled with a
mind-wrenching orgasm, every man and woman and every boy and girl watching
panted and gasped and trembled as if each had also just climaxed. The very
air seemed to have become impregnated with the semen from the two boys and
the watchers inhaled the nutty fragrance deeply and desirously. Time hung
still and the pale moon paused in the heavens as the spent couple stood
there, their chests heaving and their hearts pounding as their loud gasping
reverberated across the meadow and through the stillness of the dense
forest. At long last they separated, eyes still closed and moist lips
parted. Totally exhausted, the two boys supported each other as they
silently thanked their guiding spirits and their deities.
"Freed from the bonds of winter, spring rises up. The trees bud and
the animals and birds of the forest and meadow mate in the never-ending
cycle of life. 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 power having been raised, the High Priestess made her way to the
north gate. "Thanks and Praise be to the Maiden Goddess and the Warrior
God of Spring. In your Name, Gracious Ones, I close this circle that binds
us to spirit, and can never be broken," the High Priestess said as she
turned counterclockwise and snuffed out the candles at each of the gates
one by one. "This circle is ended. Blessed Be in the Season of Spring.
Go Forth and Flower!"
"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."
Stopping at the altar to pick up packets of seed, Brent and Billy
first approached Billy's parents, who embraced the two boys and extended
their wishes and congratulations. The boys then turned and sought out
Brent's brothers. He handed each of them a packet of seeds, explaining to
them that it was a gift to them from him and Billy in the hopes that they
would plant them, and as they grew, they would think of them and this
evening.
"I'll never forget this evening. You guys were fucking awesome,"
Bobby observed, looking up at his brother and his brother's boyfriend with
obvious admiration.
"Oh yeah," agreed Benny. "How'd it feel, screwing your brains out
with everyone watching you?"
"I didn't think about being watched," observed Brent. "Not once we
got started."
"Me neither," added Billy.
"Oh yeah. You guys were really into it! It was freaking wild."
"It was . . . magical," observed Brent, looking into Billy's eyes
longingly.
"It was," Billy agreed as he took Brent's hand and gazed back at him.
"I could feel the balance."
"Me too."
"Well, you guys wanna be alone," observed Brett.
"The woods and fields are throbbing with sexual energy," observed
Billy. "Can you feel it?"
"Oh fuck yeah. And that's not all that's throbbing. We got some
fucking to do," observed Bobby as he looked around.
People were mingling, coven members with other coven members and with
friends who'd been invited, adults and youth with those of their own age
groups and with each other, and members of the opposite sex and members of
the same sex with each other. Touched by the declaration of love between
the two boys, or by the magic of the night, husbands and wives, girlfriends
and boyfriends, and lovers of the same sex were gently and fondly caressing
each other. Some were heading into the woods to make love privately,
others were heading for the tables spread out with food and drink for the
night to fortify themselves first. The boys separated, each seeking to
satisfy his own desires in his own way, each seeking to do what he will
without harm to others.
"So, we meet again," said a dark-haired boy a year older than Brett as
Brett paused at one of the tables for a glass of punch. Although Beltane
had been more than ten months ago, and that night had been an all-night
orgy, Brett recalled being rimmed at some point that evening while the boy
who had just greeted him had sucked him off as he'd fucked a girl at the
same time. The dark-haired girl beside him and the guy beside her, both
who looked to be Brett's age, were not the other two from that night. All
three were as naked as Brett.
"This is my sister, Raven," he said, introducing the girl, "and her
boyfriend Mike. I'm Ute. "
"Ah, hi."
"What your brother and Puck did tonight was so awesome," Raven said.
"They really love each other, like totally."
"Yeah, they do."
"So, you thinking of joining the craft?" asked Ute.
"No, not really," Brett replied. "Me and my brothers are just good
friends of Billy ah, Slash's."
"Mike is thinking of joining the coven," Raven said, looking at her
boyfriend fondly. She and her brother were already members.
"Yeah," he replied. "It seems cool." He was a good-looking boy, two
inches taller and twenty-pounds heavier than Brett, and had blue eyes and
blond hair like Brett, except the back and sides were shaved and darkened.
"So, you feeling hot?" Ute asked.
"Yeah, I am," Brett confessed. Ute was darkly handsome, with long,
wavy blue-black hair, sexy deep blue eyes, and an erotic dark shadow that
indicated he shaved regularly. Long, fine strands of blue-black hair
circled his two large, protruding nipples, and formed a triangular patch in
the center of his chest. Brett's cock twitched with desire.
"Want to make a foursome?"
"Yeah, I suppose," Brent replied, not totally certain with Raven
present but figuring it would be safe enough with her boyfriend being
along.
"Then let's go find some place private."
The four headed off into the forest. They were not the only ones who
had privacy in mind, and they had to wander a while before finding a
secluded spot. Raven and her boyfriend wasted no time, immediately
embracing and beginning to kiss. Brett turned to Ute and slipping his arms
about him, kissed him gently on the lips, wondering how the boy felt
standing there getting kissed beside his sister. As if answering his
question, Ute slipped his tongue into Brett's mouth. As the two French
kissed, they pressed their bodies together and caressed each other's backs
and backsides, and as Brett's cock began to rise he felt Ute's member
swelling between them. Keeping his lips pressed against Brett's, Ute
reached down and stroked his thighs, causing Brett's cock to swell all the
faster, and his own to press hotly against Brett's flat stomach.
As Brett and Ute dropped down to the forest floor, so did Raven and
Michael, Raven and Ute laying side by side on their backs with Michael
above Raven and Brett above Ute. They continued to kiss and caress for a
while, until their blood was racing through their veins and they were all
aching for sexual relief. Ute and Raven threw their legs in the air and
raised their hips together as Brett and Michael knelt before the two.
Brett's cock was stiff as a rock, as was Ute's and Michael's. Taking out a
tube of KY from the pouch Raven had been carrying, Michael squeezed out a
large dollop in his left hand and handed the lube to Brett. The two knelt
there on the grass and quickly smeared the lubricant over their aching
cocks.
As Brett reached over and wiped his fingertips off on Ute's butthole,
he was surprised to see Michael wipe his off on Raven's. He was even more
surprised as he knelt before Ute and placed the tip of his cock against the
boy's asshole and Michael again did the same as he. Both Ute and Raven
were as hot as Brett and Michael, and the two eagerly pushed out and
relaxed their anuses as the two boys pressed forward. The four of them
grunted and panted as they strained to unite, and ever so slowly Brett sank
his lubed dick up Ute's eager hole as Michael sank his up Raven's. The two
boys inhaled deeply as they paused, and then continued to press forward,
easing their cocks farther up their two partners until they were in up to
their balls.
Kneeling there between Ute's raised and outspread legs, Brett grasped
his calves just below the hollow behind his knees for support and slowly
eased his cock back out. He felt Ute clasp his anus tight about his
withdrawing member, and then relax as he sank his stiff cock back up his
body. He evidently had been fucked up the ass before. His rectum was
tight, and hot and moist, and Brett paused to enjoy the delight of having
his stiff cock surrounded by pulsating flesh. Michael, meanwhile, eased
his lubed cock in and out of Raven's asshole slowly and rhythmically as he
stared down at her, his eyes full of love and of lust. Brett was surprised
Michael had fucked her ass and not her cunt, and he wondered if that was
something that the two did regularly. He had to wonder also if Raven and
her brother often had sex in the presence of each other.
He felt strange fucking Ute knowing that the girl beside them was his
sister, and he wondered how Ute felt laying there getting fucked in front
of her. As if having read his mind, the brother and sister glanced over at
each other and smiled, and from the gleam in their eyes it was evident how
they were feeling. Reaching over between his sister's legs, Ute began to
stroke her hot, glistening pussy, and Brett watched as her cunt lips parted
and quivered with her brother's touch. At the same time she reached over
and grasping her brother's stiff cock by the base, she began to slowly ease
her fist up and down its length. At first Brett was shocked, but as he
thought about the hundreds, probably thousands, of times he and his
brothers had had sex together over the years, and the number of times Bobby
and Brent had lain side by side while he and Benny had fucked their asses,
he realized that it really wasn't that much different from what Ute and
Raven were doing, although being brother and sister still gave him a
strange feeling.
It was strange but it was also erotic as hell, and he was already
super charged after watching the Ostara ceremony. He paused to let his
desire subside, and Michael did likewise. Ute looked up at him with a huge
smile, and then looked over at Michael with the same grin. As Brett
glanced over at Raven, he found her smiling up at him also, and the hair on
the back of his neck raised as she glanced down at his cock buried up her
brother's ass. As he resumed easing his cock in and out of the hot,
dark-haired boy, she continued to stare at their union with a sensuous
smile, her eyelids drooping erotically as she watched her brother getting
fucked.
.Brett soon felt the telltale signs that he was about to come again
and he paused for a second time, but Ute urged him to continue, saying that
he was about to come also. Raven panted in a husky voice that she was
about to also, and observed how awesome it would be if the four of them
could come together. Brett and Michael glanced at each other and with a
bob of the head agreed that they'd pace themselves. And so the four of
them worked together, Brett and Michael slowly easing their cocks in and
out of the brother and sister while the sister slowly pumped her fist up
and down her brother's cock and her brother slowly eased his fore and
middle fingers in and out of her hot, wet cunt. Their breathing grew
deeper and heavier until all four were grunting rather than breathing. Ute
reached up with his other hand and stopped his sister's, signalling that
she was too close to getting him off. His large, hairy nuts were drawn up
tight under his cock and with their blue-black hair looked like an engorged
plum. When Brett paused to stop from shooting, Ute released his sister's
hand and looking up at Brett told him to go all the way.
The four teenagers bucked and grunted as they came, Brett shooting his
load deep up Ute's rectum as Michael shot his up Raven's. The two boys
trembled and grunted as they thrust their hips forward and withdrew them
and thrust again trying, to match their thrusts with the rapid spurts of
their seed. At the same time Ute cried out and trembled as his seed
spurted out of his cock and sprayed his chest and Raven bucked her hips and
whimpered with her own orgasm, her cunt closing tightly about her brother's
fingers as it pulsated and quivered. The four inhaled and exhaled deeply
with exertion and with delight as their bodies trembled uncontrollably and
their wet, sticky organs pulsated. The last of Ute's cum hung from his
stiff member, the rest lacing his chest and clinging to his blue-black
hairs. Cunt juice sparkled in the blue-black hairs of Raven's cunt like
tiny diamonds, and her brother's middle two fingers were streaked with it.
Brett's and Michael's cocks throbbed numbly deep up the hot cavities of
their partners. Finally separating, they laid back on their backs and
inhaled and exhaled deeply as they stared up at the pale moon and enjoyed
the pleasure of their orgasms.
Meanwhile back in the meadow, those couples who did not mind being
watched had begun making out. Benny and Bobby paused to watch Billy's
parents, and even though they'd seen them screwing before, it was still a
strange feeling to see one of their best friend's parents fucking. Aching
for some action themselves, they left before the Hollis's finished.
Grabbing a handful of sugar cookies, they headed through the forest to the
nearby field where many of the members of the teen coven and other youth
had moved off to. Sixteen-year-old Sherry Anders and two other teenage
girls had formed an interesting threesome that caught their attention,
Sherry being hungrily rimmed by one girl while engaging in a sixty-nine
with the other. The two boys paused to watch her licking and sucking the
cunt lips of her partner while her partner, her cheeks glistening with cunt
juice, forced her tongue up Sherry's crack. The dozens of horny high
school boys who dreamed of fucking the sexy cheerleader would have been
devastated by the discovery that the object of many a jerk off fantasy
preferred girls.
Finding everyone was paired up with a partner or partners, the two
brothers were about to find a secluded spot in the woods to satisfy each
other when the seventeen-year-old boy who'd taken the West God position in
the circle that night spotted them and waved them over to the join him and
the two boys he was with, a freckle-faced, redheaded fellow pagan his age
and a boy who looked to be about eleven-years-old with curly blond hair so
light it was almost white. The redheaded boy was wearing a cloak and was
dressed much like the other boy with black, mid-calf leather boots and a
studded harness and wide leather belt. The younger boy was buck naked.
"You looking for some fun?"
"You bet," Bobby and Benny chorused together.
"Cool," the redheaded boy said, looking at Bobby hungrily.
"Yeah," agreed the boy they knew as Brad as he sat down on the ground.
"You got a sweet-looking ass," he said, looking at Bobby. "Come here and
let me eat it out."
"Fuckin' all right!" said the horny twelve-year-old as he stepped over
to the boy and eagerly turned around.
Bobby's dick began to rise immediately as he felt the
seventeen-year-old's hot breath blow against his crack, and then his tongue
take a swipe from his hairless balls to his tail bone. He bent over with a
huge grin, his hazel eyes sparkling with delight, and placing his hands on
his ass cheeks, he pulled them apart to give the older boy better access to
his back portal. As he felt the boy's tongue press against his exposed
sphincter, he relaxed it, and he held his breath as he felt the boy's
tongue enter his rectum. He finally exhaled and he quivered as the boy
wiggled his tongue and tried to worm it further inside. The redhead sat
down in front of him meanwhile, and leaning forward, he slipped his thick
lips about Bobby's stiff, aching cocklet. Bobby quivered as he felt the
boy's hot mouth envelop his organ, and it took supreme effort on his part
not to begin fucking the boy's face.
Laying down on either side of the redheaded teenager, Benny and the
eleven-year-old boy began licking his limp cock and his balls. Benny
sucked the boy's nut sack into his mouth and gently sucked on it as the
eleven-year-old ran his tongue up and down the length of the boy's thick
sausage. As it began to rise, Benny allowed the boy's balls to slip out of
his mouth and ran his tongue up the length of the boy's cock. His tongue
having grown tired, the younger boy opened his mouth and slipped his lips
over the boy's previously sucked and wet ball sack, very much aware of the
fact that the ball in his mouth was wet from the saliva of the boy now
licking his cock, just as Benny was aware that in licking the boy's cock he
was also licking up the spittle of the young blond.
Pressing his lips against Bobby's asshole, Brad worked up a mouthful
of spittle and blew it up the youngster's rectum. Bobby quivered as he
felt the boy's saliva filling his lower rectum, and he hoped that the boy
was planning on doing what he was hoping the boy was going to do. His
rectum was aching to be stuffed. As the boy worked up another mouthful and
began to force it up Bobby's rectum too, Bobby constricted and dilated his
sphincter, trying to help the mulletheaded boy fill his asshole with
saliva. Brad inhaled deeply, delighting in the musky aroma of the young
boy's crack, and delighted that the boy was enjoying getting rimmed and
getting his rectum filled with saliva. By then his cock, a slender, cut,
seven-inch tool, was fully erect and eager for attention.
So was the redheaded boy's cock, now glistening in the moonlight with
spittle from the two boys who had been licking it like it was a cherry
lollipop. It jerked in the air like the tail of a puppy dog, the bulb-like
knob flushed with arousal and the shaft so stiff it hurt. .Benny and the
young blond boy were erect also, and the two younger boys squirmed with
pleasure as the redheaded boy squeezed and tugged on their young dicks as
if he was tugging the teats of a cow, and in Benny's case, if he kept it up
for any length of time he was going to be rewarded with a squirt of milk.
Finally laying on his back, Bobby threw his legs up in the air,
exposing his pretty little backside and his tender butthole to the
mulletheaded skater. The seventeen-year-old licked his lips as he knelt
before the eager youngster, and placing his hot hands on the boy's smooth,
round buns, he placed the tip of his cock against the boy's anus and slowly
leaned forward. To his delight, he felt the boy's sphincter slowly open
and his stiff dick slowly begin to penetrate the boy. Bobby exhaled as he
pushed out, and he inhaled sharply as he felt the boy's cock stretching
open his sphincter. Despite the number of times his brothers and others
had fucked him, his ass was still tight.
While the one seventeen-year-old slowly eased his cock up the
youngster's backside, the other one squatted above Bobby's head so that his
balls were dangling invitingly above his mouth. Bobby didn't need any
coaxing, and he eagerly raised his head and slipping his lips about the
lower of the two testicles, he began to suck on it. The harder Brad pushed
the harder Bobby sucked, and as he felt his backside slowly being
penetrated he slowly sucked in the boy's testicle. By the time Brad had
sunk his seven-inches of cock flesh up Bobby's rectum, Bobby had sucked in
the redheaded teen's nut sack.
Dropping to his hands and knees like a puppy dog, the young blond
eleven-year-old slipped his lips over the knob of the freckle-faced boy's
cock and began to suck on it. For him, cocksucking was still a relatively
new experience, and he sucked on the fleshy knob in his mouth carefully to
avoid gagging. His mouth quickly filled with saliva and he allowed it to
baste the bulb in his mouth before swallowing the cock-flavored spittle.
The eroticism of being a cocksucker was just as arousing as the physical
act he was performing, and he attacked the boy's stiff cock with the zeal
that only a young novice boy can have.
Benny, meanwhile, knelt behind the curly-headed boy, and working up a
mouth of saliva, he placed his lips against the virgin boy's asshole and
forced his spittle into his rectum. Allowing the boy a few moments to get
used to the feeling, Benny then slowly inserted his index finger up the
boy's asshole and finger fucked him for a few minutes. He smiled as he saw
the boy's young cock slowly begin to swell and lift up in the air. The boy
squirmed as Benny slowly inserted both his index and his forefinger up the
boy's hot, moist cavity, loosening him up with his fingers so he could more
easily slip his cock up his butt.
By this time Brad had totally submerged his seven-inch bone up Bobby's
asshole and was about to begin easing his member in and out of the
youngster. His chamber was hot and moist and delightfully tight. At the
same time Bobby had slipped his mouth completely around the other
seventeen-year-old's balls and was sucking on them with gusto as the older
boy reached down and began to tug on Bobby's aching dicklet. The
eleven-year-old was just as eagerly sucking on the knob of the redhead
while Benny was grasping the eleven-year-old boy's hips and slowly
penetrating his backside, at the same time reaching under the boy and
grasping his little stiff dicklet between his thumb and index finger.
So the five of them interlocked, each an essential piece of the whole,
each providing his share of the balance, each seeking pleasure and to
satisfy the burning need in their loins, and each seeking to provide his
partner the same pleasure and satisfaction. Brad eased his aching cock in
and out of Bobby's hot, moist hole to relieve the burning itch around his
knob, knowing that at the same time he was bringing Bobby that unique
itching pleasure of having your ass fucked. Bobby and the eleven-year-old
similarly knew that their mouths were bringing the other seventeen-year-old
boy pleasure, and sucking on his cock and balls brought them delight also,
almost as much delight as having their dicklets wanked. Having jerked off
plenty of young, prepubescent boys before, Benny and the coven teenager
both knew the bewildering pleasure the youngsters were feeling as they
expertly tugged on their young pricks while their own cocks burned with
delight.
The night air was filled with the sounds of merry making, and scented
with lavender and sweating, rutting bodies. A glow formed around the five
boys in the corner of the meadow as their lust generated a field of energy
about them, throbbing in time with their young cocks, their hearts beating
as one in their thin chests as they thrust their hips faster and faster,
worked their wrists with a mad desperation, and sucked deeply and eagerly,
their orgasms rapidly approaching. One by one they reached that blissful
peak, Brad and Benny shooting their teen loads deep up the rectums of the
two prepubescent boys, causing them to suck deeply on the hot flesh in
their mouths as the semen enema penetrated their bowels. The
seventeen-year-old boy threw back his head with a painful moan as he felt
his load erupt out of his cock, filling the mouth of the eleven- year-old
youngster sucking him. Unable to take it all, the boy opened his mouth and
the overflow oozed out of the corners and down the teenage boy's thick
shaft to his tight, swollen balls, rewarding Bobby with the nutty taste of
his cream as the twelve-year-old eagerly lapped up the rivulets flowing
over the boy's tight balls. Bobby and the other young boy trembled with
the delight of having brought the older boy off, and with the tremors of
their own orgasms as their little dicklets spasmed, causing them to thrust
their hips uncontrollably with their dry orgasms. The air throbbed and
pulsated in time with the five swollen cocks and the five boys inhaled the
musky fragrance of spilt cum. It was a blessed night.
Some time later Benny and Bobby returned to the clearing for something
to eat and met up with their brothers and Billy. As he removed the shell
from a hard-boiled egg, Billy explained the symbolism behind eggs, the
yellow yolk representing the Sun God and the white shell the White Goddess,
and the whole being a symbol of rebirth. That was the reason for the
abundance of eggs on the table this holiday from hard-boiled eggs to egg
salads and egg sandwiches. He also explained that linking meals with the
seasons was a good way of attuning with Nature.
Besides egg dishes there were biscuits, plates of assorted cheeses,
honey-glazed ham, fish sticks, tuna salads, plates of cinnamon buns, sugar
cookies to represent the sweetness of spring, twisted cinnamon bread topped
with a sugar glaze as an example of the union between the God and Goddess,
assorted cookies topped with sunflower, pumpkin or sesame seeds, and spice
cupcakes with pink icing sprinkled with finely chopped nuts and decorated
with a carnation petal. Caldrons of ale and mead for the adults and
non-alcoholic punch for the youngsters and adults who don't wish to drink
alcohol had been set out.
"The Goddess Eostre's patron animal is the hare," explained Billy,
"which is also a symbol of fertility."
"Oh yeah, I've heard the saying fuck like a bunny," observed Benny.
"Is that what it is?" asked Brett with a twinkle in his eyes. "I
thought the saying was fuck like a Bobby."
The boys giggled and Bobby made a face at his older brother, inwardly
pleased by the warm relationship and close understanding the four of them
had.
"It's funny how eggs and chocolate bunnies are part of Ostara and of
Easter," observed Benny. "Even the names are similar."
"Many Christian customs have pagan roots," observed Brent.
"What was that about pagan roots?" asked Billy's friend Mordock
as he joined the boys along with a handsome young boy of fifteen with dark
eyes, spiked black hair, and an olive complexion. Mordock introduced him
as Nemo and the Brewsters immediately recognized him as the boy they'd
watched Brad beat in the competition over a girl and then rape ten months
ago.
"I was explaining some of our customs," explained Brent.
"Oh. Your brothers considering joining the coven?" he asked, glancing
over at them.
"Not me," responded Bobby. "I'm gonna be a Buddhist monk."
"You are?" asked his three brothers in surprise.
"Yeah. They look so fuckin' sexy in those robes and shaved heads."
"When did you decide this?"
"When we was watching that TV show about them last night."
His three brothers rolled their eyes as they glanced at Billy, Mordock
and Nemo.
"So, how long have you been practising craft ways?" Brett asked
Mordock.
"All my life," he responded. "Even before I was born."
"Before you were born?" asked Bobby, his eyes growing wide. "You mean
when you were in your mom's tummy?"
"No," chuckled Billy. "Mordock believes in reincarnation. He can
remember when he was a witch back in the burning times."
"A witch?" asked Bobby, his eyes widening. "He was a female?"
"No," replied Mordock. "A witch is a witch, no matter if the person
is a male or a female, for us anyway."
"Oh."
"And the burning times?" asked Brett.
"When the Puritans were rounding up witches and burning them at the
stake."
"Oh," he responded, glad for his brother's sake they didn't do that
anymore.
"So are all Goths followers of pagan ways?"
"Shit no. There's all kinds of beliefs," said Mordock. "Goth is
really a way of looking at the world. It's an attitude, a lifestyle . . .
a way of dress. It's a fringe element, to be sure, like paganism is, and
like paganism it isn't harmful, just misunderstood. One common thing with
all who call themselves Goths is a fascination with darkness, and the
beauty that lies therein. It is a beauty so many miss, just as radiant as
any spawned of the light," explained the fifteen-year-old, the enthusiasm
in his voice reflecting the strength of his belief. "Mostly it is
romanticism and drama that draw most of us to being Gothic, and those
things that make up romanticism and the dramatic are what we are striving
after. That people don't understand. They just think we like to dress
weirdly and act all morbid and stuff. Class, dignity, elegance, romance,
chivalry and love, those are the things that are important to the Goth. We
look to bygone eras for not just our clothes but also our attitudes. I
myself am a follower of Isis . . . and I'm also a Discordian, and
Episkopos of the Dark Lord and Julius Cabal."
"Oh," Bobby said, not having a clue what Mordock had just said. He'd
ask Benny later. Benny caught onto things fast. "I'm a follower of Eros.
I'm also an Anglican and horny as fuck."
"Bobby's always horny as fuck," observed Brent.
"Well, we should do something about that," Mordock said, pausing and
adding as he looked at Bobby, "if you want to that is."
"Fuck sure," Bobby replied with a huge grin, wiping the pink icing
from the sixth cupcake he'd just eaten from his lips with the back of his
hand.
The group of them moved off into the woods. Bobby immediately
squatted down and began to fiddle with Mordock's genitals, fascinated by
the piercings in his ball sack and his glans, at the same time feeling a
twinge of discomfort as his dicklet shrivelled with the thought of having a
hole pierced through it. While Bobby played with his dick and balls,
Mordock half turned and wrapping his arm around Brett, kissed him on the
lips. The feel of his lip ring against his lips caused Brett's dick to
immediately begin to rise. At the same time, Nemo dropped to his knees
behind the blond sixteen-year-old, and spreading apart his cheeks, ran his
tongue up his crack. Dropping to his knees behind Nemo, Benny reached
around and began to play with his cock while turning his head to begin
mouthing his brother Brent's nuts. Approaching his beloved from behind,
Billy finished the tableau by moistening his middle finger with his saliva
and slipping it up his ass.
Kissing and caressing, lips grazing other lips, nipples, ball sacks
and buttholes, fingertips exploring, cracks, thighs, armpits and dicks, the
seven boys performed a private and intricate dance beneath the moon. Newly
formed leaves fluttered but there was no wind, and young, fresh grasses
parted with the passage of invisible night spirits. Gradually the seven
randy boys became erect and they dallied, stroking each other's stiff
organs reverently, enjoying the pleasure of their stiff wands. They were
young and on a hormone and sugar high, and the night was filled with
mysterious and powerful forces. Mordock lay down on his back and reached
up to support Bobby while the twelve-year-old, turning to face the craft
teenager, straddled him and slowly lowered himself on the boy's erect cock,
eager to experience being fucked by a cock with a dydoe in its glans.
Opening his anus wide and pushing out, he slowly backed down on the stiff
penis with Mordock's guidance, and ever so slowly he felt the boy's hot
organ enter him. Bobby quivered with sheer delight as he continued to
lower himself. Waiting until his hairs were tickling the youngster's
smooth backside, Mordock released his hold of his buttocks and reached
around to wrap his fingers about Bobby's stiff dicklet.
Straddling Mordock's chest in front of Bobby, Brett lowered himself
and shuffled forward, offering the Goth boy his erect dick, which the
fifteen-year-old readily took in his mouth. Nemo stepped forward so he was
standing with a foot on either side of Mordock's head and Brett eagerly
reached out and took the fifteen-year-old's stiff dick in his hand.
Holding it by the base, he bent over and ran his tongue over the exposed
knob. The flavour of the Italian-American boy's cock caused Brett's saliva
to immediately begin flowing and he allowed it to drool over the boy's
glans and down his shaft. Benny, eager to plug the boy's ass, stepped up
behind him and placed the tip of his dick against the boy's asshole, which
after being rimmed by Benny, was dripping with saliva. Grasping the
dark-eyed boy by the hips, he slowly eased his hips forward, and was
delighted as the boy pushed out and he felt his cock begin to penetrate his
flesh. Brent meanwhile stepped up to Bobby who grasped his brother by the
hips for balance, at the same time opening his mouth and slipping it over
his brother's stiff dick. Stepping up behind the sixteen- year-old twin,
Billy grasped his hips as he prepared to penetrate his beloved with his
aching wand.
And so the seven boys once again began to seek that special sexual
pleasure that comes when one unites with another of his gender while at the
same time eager to provide that same pleasure. Seven stiff cocks throbbed
with youthful passion and the seven boys concentrated on the pleasure of
having a hard, throbbing cock, and of having it paid the attention it was
due. The fragrance of lavender from smudge sticks wafting through the
still forest air mingled with the fragrance of pine and newly leaved
poplars and the musky aroma of young boys in heat. Hips trust to and fro,
fingers jerked, and lips sucked. Shifting their weight and adjusting their
positions, the seven soon developed a rhythm and settled in to please each
other.
The air about the boys was charged with sexual energy, and those who
were attuned knew the ripples and faint rustling about them were the
passing of woodland and meadow sprites drawn to the center of power being
generated by the rutting boys. Rabbits in their new spring fur huddled in
the underbrush and watched the grunting tangle of naked bodies, and garter
snakes wound their way through the grass, sensing the reverberation of the
earth beneath the boys. Drawn to the meadow by the forces of magic,
Pegasus hovered in the sky high above the boys while a pair of unicorns
silently gazed upon them from the security of the thick forest surrounding
the meadow. The beasts, long associated with Ostara, faded and reappeared
as they floated in and out between the worlds. Bright faerie eyes peered
out from the forest as the air, thick with boy lust from the seven rutting
boys and charged with magic, shimmered beneath the half moon. This was a
night for fucking, for sucking and for jerking, a night for horny young
boys to sow their oats and watching Dryads to frolic under the moon.
Mordock closed his eyes and concentrated on the pleasure of having his
stiff cock being surrounded by a young, hot, moist asshole, pulsating in
time with his throbbing cock as it worked up and down the stiff organ. He
tugged on the hot little dicklet in his right hand, knowing the pleasure
his fingers were bringing. Bobbing his head up and down as he sucked on
the throbbing cock in his mouth, he closed his eyes in ecstasy. Bobby
shivered as Mordock's dydoe brushed against his prostate. Flexing and
relaxing his thigh muscles, he slowly rode the boy's stiff cock as he
sucked on his brother's dick and ran his tongue over the rim of his glans,
causing the first droplet of pre-cum to ooze out of his dick head. As he
felt his kid brother's tongue swipe across his knob and lick off his
droplet of pre-cum while his lover eased his stiff cock in and out of his
asshole, Brent sighed with ecstasy. With his blood pulsating through his
throbbing bone and his rectum, he felt faint, and he closed his eyes, sure
he was about to swoon with ecstasy.
His twin brother felt much the same as Mordock eagerly sucked on his
cock, and he just as hungrily sucked on the raw, throbbing sausage of the
olive-skinned Italian American teenager grasping his shoulders for support.
The blond teenager knew that the pleasure pulsating through his organ was
the same pleasure pulsating through Nemo's, and as Brett swallowed his
cock- flavored saliva he inhaled the spicy fragrance of the boy's balls.
The fifteen-year-old boy tensed as he felt the suction on his cock
increase, and he inhaled and exhaled deeply as the younger brother of the
boy sucking his cock slowly eased his dick in and out of his asshole,
sending shivers of pleasure through his sphincter and ripples of arousal
through his groin.
Benny grasped the boy's slender hips as he worked his cock in and out
of his body, and he delighted as Nemo relaxed and tightened his sphincter
in time with his thrusts and withdrawals, the sign of a boy who enjoyed
getting his ass fucked. Billy, of course, was feeling exactly the same as
he thrust his cock in and out of his beloved, the two having engaged in
this act of love hundreds of times, and his pleasure was doubled knowing
that of all the ways to express one's love, Brent loved getting fucked more
than anything else.
The breathing of the seven boys grew louder and more irregular as they
approached that ultimate peak of pleasure and of pain for still another
time that sacred night. Seven hot cocks throbbed desperately, up clenching
assholes, in eagerly sucking mouths, and in tightly clenched fingers. They
sucked, and fucked, and jerked, faster and faster. They panted for breath
as the tension in their loins rose, and as they approached that peak they
snorted and gasped and threw back their heads in magically enhanced
ecstasy. Finally with mighty groan all seven climaxed, one dry, the rest
wet.
Mordock shot his hot teen load up Bobby's young ass while Benny shot
his up Nemo's and Billy filled his beloved's rectum for still another time.
Bobby, Nemo and Brent quivered with delight as they felt hot boy juice
squirting deep up their asses, and they quivered with their own orgasms.
Bobby jerked like a puppet on a string, bouncing on Mordock's shaft as his
little willie spasmed with his dry orgasm. Brent filled his kid brother's
mouth with his jism, and his cream oozed out of the corners of Bobby's
mouth and down around his chin in his wild bouncing ecstasy. Brett
meanwhile shot his load into Mordock's with such volume and force the boy
could not swallow it all and the sixteen-year-old's cum oozed out over the
goth boy's black-painted lips. At the same time Nemo shot his load of
fresh boy juice into Brett's mouth, and the sixteen-year- old savored the
Italian-American's spicy cum as he swirled it about his mouth with his
tongue. The aurora about the seven boys shimmered as the air was once
again filled with fragrance of fresh teen cum.
Sometime later, as the boys lay there in that twilight time, half
asleep and half awake, the result of staying awake all night and totally
drained of energy and of seed after their marathon orgy, Billy, Brent, and
Mordock slowly and silently rose and slipped deeper into the forest, the
two lovers carrying their cloaks, and Mordock carrying his black case.
Just before the sun was about to rise, the three boys reappeared along
with the last of the celebrants returning from the fields and the woods,
and the members of the two Covens resumed their responsibilities in the
center of the clearing. A pile of dry kindling had been placed in the
center and the High Priest and Priestess of the teen coven took the god and
goddess candles from the altar and lit the bonfire. The teen High
Priestess then turned to address the two covens. "All of you, friends,
look upon the fire burning bright. At times such as this we light new
fires at dawn to welcome the sun as we pray for renewed life, and
protection of the crops throughout the coming months. 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!" She stood still,
allowing all of them to see, and then the adult High Priestess called
forward those who would divine their future.
Prior to that evening Brent had picked four things he wanted to do
that spring that had the potential of enriching his life, four things he
had selected after hours of contemplation and praying to his guide spirit
and his chosen god. Then in the privacy of his backyard, he had taken an
egg in his hands and focussed on it. He thanked the chicken that had laid
it, and he acknowledged it as the synthesis of the elements of nature, the
Earth represented by its physical form, plus the Water, Fire, and Air that
hard boiled it, and the Spirit, its connection with him as his spiritual
helper this spring. When a feeling of completeness came over him, he began
decorating the egg. At one end he made a circle and inside it put his
chosen name plus a symbol that represented the Spring season to him. At
the other end of the egg, he made a circle and inside it put the symbol
that represented Hermes, the coiled staff with entwined snakes and a pair
of wings. He then drew four vertical lines dividing the remainder of the
egg into four segments and in each of the four segments he drew a symbol
for each of the new growth options he had chosen. Holding the decorated
egg a few moments in his hands, he imagined it glowing with a spiritual
light and he connected again with it as a spiritual helper in its decorated
form before putting it aside for this night.
Now he presented himself and his egg to the four directions and
focussed on his connection with the Divine within and in all of Nature
around him as did the rest of those participating in the divination. They
then walked over to a slope a short distance from the meadow that had been
cleared of all twigs and other debris. Centring himself and holding the
egg in his hands, he requested guidance, and then placing the egg on the
ground he gave it a push, keeping his eyes on it as it rolled down the
slope. Noticing where it stoped rolling, he went to it and examined what
side and symbol was facing the sky. He meditated on what had shown itself
to him, and on himself putting this option into action in his daily life.
He gave thanks for the guidance received and took up his egg, leaving it at
the altar as an offering. The leftover food and the remainder of the ale
and mead were also left out as an offering to the faerie folk.
"Winter is gone and spring is here, and with the passing of winter
comes the green sprouts of spring," announced the High Priestess. She
called forth the congregation to receive her blessing, and as each stepped
forward and bowed, she reached down and left a smudge on their forehead
from ashes from the fire. "The powers of light and darkness are with you,
use them well," she said to each. When everyone was done, they 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. Feeling totally exhausted
and yet rejuvenated, the five boys headed back along the path for the
Hollis's minivan as the sun slowly rose in the sky. Billy reached out and
took Brent's hand, and Brent smiled shyly and blushed as he glanced at his
lover. The two young lovers paused and kissed.
"Today," Billy whispered, "the Sphinx looked directly into the Sun."
And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it was hard to find
Oh well, whatever, never mind.