Date: Wed, 25 Dec 2002 10:14:25 -0700
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Yule" (t/t, m/f, t/b, f/f, incest)
Caution/Welcome. This is a story involving four brothers,
one-thirteen-year-old, one fifteen-year- old, and two recently turned
seventeen-year-old twins, who celebrate the conception of the Child of
Promise, the new Oak King, and recognize the love and support of family and
friends this past year in the ancient pagan Sabbath of Yule. 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 forty- fourth story in the Brewster boys
special events and myths series. The Brewster brothers would like to
remind everyone that unless you are trying to conceive or are capable of an
annual death and rebirth, wear a condom. Praise, Yule blessings, comments
from our pagan readers, and story ideas for 2003 can be sent to the author,
J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com.
THE BREWSTERS CELEBRATE YULE
"You gotta be fucking kidding," observed thirteen-year-old Bobby.
"No, I'm not," replied his older brother, seventeen-year-old Brent,
looking over his shoulder before pulling into the left lane of traffic.
"You can't have sex in the middle of a fucking forest in the middle of
the fucking winter."
"Well, first we aren't celebrating the Sabbath in the middle of
Blackfald forest, and second, who says you can't have outdoor sex in the
middle of the fucking winter?"
"You kidding? You'll freeze your fucking nuts off!"
"Yeah, well, just because it's a Sabbath don't mean we're gonna have
sex anyway."
"It don't?" asked Bobby in surprise.
"Of course not. Having sex is just a small part of our ceremonies."
"Then that suits Bobby. He's got a small part," observed Benny with a
giggle.
"Yeah, a real small part," agreed Brett with a grin, holding apart his
thumb and index finger less than an inch as he turned and looked at his two
brothers in the back seat.
"Very funny," observed Bobby as he wrinkled up his nose at his
brothers. "I'll have you know it's four and a half inches now, and getting
bigger every day."
"You should know. You're measuring it every day," joked Brent as he
pulled into the mall parking lot.
"From the way you're forever wanking on it I'm surprised you haven't
worn it back down to an inch," observed Brett.
"Anyway, with all that friction you should have no trouble keeping it
warm in the middle of the coldest winter," giggled Benny.
"Hell, you get it so hot you could probably use it to light the Yule
log," joked Brent.
"Do pagans have a Yule log?"
"Sure. Actually a lot of Christmas traditions originally came from
earlier pagan ceremonies and beliefs. Gift giving, feasting, decorating
trees, decorating the home with holly, and even the birth of a child
besides the Yule log."
"Birth of a child?" Bobby asked in surprise.
"So, you gonna come or not?" Brent asked as the boys piled out of the
car.
"Sure. But I ain't strippin' naked in no snow drift and freezing off
my balls."
"So we'll meet back at the car in exactly an hour," reminded Brent,
who tended to be the more punctual and conscientious of the four.
Bobby immediately headed to the Astro Arcade where he knew he'd find
his best buddy and classmate, Aaron Porter, and one of his newest friends,
Wong Soeng-Jung.
Two events had cemented his friendship with Jung. The first was their
mutual jerk off in Bobby's bedroom just over a month ago. Although he'd
known about masturbation long before that, Jung had never had the courage
to actually try it, nor a friend close enough to be with him as he engaged
in the mysterious and awesome experience of self arousal for the first
time. The second experience also had to do with courage. With Bobby's
assistance and encouragement, he had carried out his idea on how the two of
them could not only put an end to Scott Hurd's extortion of the elementary
students next door to the Junior High, but also help the students get
revenge for the past terrorization by the overweight bully. Seeing Scott
squirming there on the bathroom floor with the dripping condoms filled with
piss hanging above his body and hearing him agreeing to the demands of the
elementary students he'd bullied had filled Jung's heart with joy. It was
not just the satisfaction of seeing the bully get his just reward, but
knowing that he'd had the courage to do something about Scott's bullying.
He owed that to Bobby too, and having regained his confidence and his
self-esteem, he would willingly do anything Bobby could ask. Of course
Bobby had not asked for anything in return for just being a friend, but
he'd been having these fantasies about himself, Aaron and Jung, and it
would only be a matter of time. . . .
Jung's older brother Wong Soeng-Zi felt the same way about Bobby's
older brother, Benny. For one, thanks to Benny's tutoring, he was
overcoming his difficulty with the very different teaching methodology in
his new school and now joined in class discussions and debates with a
feeling of confidence. Also, thanks to Benny's friendship, he was becoming
more comfortable with the outgoing and open behaviour of his peers and
feeling far less intimidated in their presence. Both had resulted in a
tremendous improvement in his school marks, which in turn had resulted in a
tremendous improvement in his self-esteem as once again he could be proud
of his name, which meant "to have great intelligence". There was a second
reason for his feelings toward Benny. On the same afternoon that Bobby had
guided Jung through his first jerking session, Benny had introduced Zi to
the fine pleasure of rimming. Of course the intense physical pleasure
after five months of not having sex with another boy, combined with the
powerful eroticism of being the object of a hot tonguing, was enough to
endear him to his new friend. Of greater importance than the physical
pleasure, however, was that Benny Brewster, who had dozens of good friends
and was one of the more popular boys in grade ten, had chosen to be friends
with him. Even if they had not engaged in sex he would have been enamoured
with Benny. That was why he'd agreed with Benny's suggestion and was
meeting with him after school that Thursday to go to the hairdresser in the
mall and have his thick black hair, which he parted in the middle and
combed to the short-trimmed sides, highlighted with copper undertones.
It was totally by accident that the twins were also meeting one of the
Wong brothers at the mall that day, the third and last of the brothers,
Wong Soeng-Jan. Having earlier helped Brent pick out a birthday present
for his boyfriend Billy, Jan had agreed to meet the twins at the mall to
help them pick out Christmas gifts for their two boyfriends. A year
younger than the twins, Jan was a grade lower and therefore in different
classes than them with the exception of being in band classes with Brett
and Brett's boyfriend Cam. A kind and loving boy, Jan seemed to be in tune
with the twins who also had kind and caring personalities, which along with
their fine looks, had resulted in them being considered effeminate by their
classmates throughout their junior high and early high school years, and
still were so considered by many.
"Oh man, this is going to be like so perfect," Brent observed as the
clerk wrapped up the gift he'd selected with Jan's help.
"This has been the easiest Christmas shopping I've ever done,"
observed Brett, who had already made his selection for Cam, and who along
with Brent had purchased a joint present for their parents, again both
gifts having been found with Jan's assistance. "You sure have a knack for
knowing just what to buy." He looked over at Jan. The boy was staring off
into space, his mind clearly occupied with something. "Jan? Jan?"
"Hmmm?"
"What's wrong?"
"Wrong? Nothing. Nothing is wrong."
"You looked sad, and like you had something serious on your mind."
"Oh. Well, it is my father."
"Your father?"
"Yes. He is the one who seems to have a lot on his mind lately, and
sad. It has been a while since I have seen him smile."
"That's too bad. What is the problem?"
"I do not know. Of course I have asked him, being the number one son
in our family, but he says it is nothing, but I know better."
"Maybe our dad can talk to your dad and find out what's bothering
him."
"Yeah. Your dad's a doctor, right?" asked Brett. Jan nodded. "So
like our dad can pretend to be sick or something and go see your dad, and
he can say your dad's not looking so hot either, and they can start
talking, you know?"
"Thanks," Jan responded with an appreciative smile. "But my father
would not so quickly open up to a stranger. And he would be very angry
with me if he found out I said anything so personal about him. I am sure
whatever it is he will solve it."
"Sure. Probably. But if you ever need our help."
"Thanks," Jan said appreciatively. "But what were you saying when I
was so rudely not listening?"
"I was saying how you have a real knack for picking out gifts. And I
was gonna say you got awesome taste," added Brent.
"It is not that difficult when you know what is in one's heart, and
how one feels about another," Jan replied, bowing his head modestly. "From
the comments you have made about your mother and father, it is clear how
much you love them, and from all that you have said it is as if I've known
them for years." With Jan's "Save the Children" fund-raising program, the
twins had on more than one occasion mentioned their mother's extensive
volunteering and fund-raising, and from his interests in animals and part
time work at the vet clinic, they had told him about their father's
responsibilities and innovations as Third Vice-President of WeCare Pet
Supplies Limited. "It is also not that difficult when you know your
boyfriend's interests and personalities so well."
"I never realized just how much I do know about Billy until you asked
me those questions about him," admitted Brent.
"Nor I about Cam," agreed Brett.
"You're cool the way you've accepted that we're gay and have
boyfriends," Brent observed. "Not everyone is so understanding."
"When two people love each other as deeply as each of you evidently
love your boyfriends, how can such love be wrong?"
"Like I said, you're way cool," repeated Brent.
He wanted to reach over and hug the sixteen-year-old Chinese
immigrant, but Crestview Heights was not yet that accepting. The three
boys glanced at each other awkwardly. It was great being seventeen and
filled with hopes and confidence, but at times, like at that moment, it was
difficult. Too old to wrap their arms about each other and skip down the
mall, and too young to shake hands and slap each other on the back, they
fidgeted uncomfortably and glanced everywhere but at each other
self-consciously.
"Well, I gotta be going," Jan said, breaking the silence. "I got dogs
to feed."
"Yeah, we gotta get going to. We said we'd meet our brothers at
five-thirty. Thanks for your help again."
"Hey, my pleasure," Jan said with a slight oriental nod, and before
they got into another embarrassing tongue-tied situation he turned and
headed up the mall.
"He's way cool," observed Brent as the two headed for the mall exit.
"Yeah. Must be difficult coming from such a different culture and
having to learn such a different language, especially when you're in high
school."
"Yeah. But he seems to have made friends. At least he's usually
hanging with others."
"He seems the type of guy that makes friends easy."
"He's good looking besides."
The twins thought about that as they approached the exit. Jan had
high cheek bones, a flat nose, and puffy sacks under his eyes and a pouting
mouth that gave his a sexy "come-thither" look, and a smooth tawny-coloured
skin they'd love to have a chance caressing. His hair was thick and dark
black and combed forward and to the sides to form curls above his thin,
dark eyebrows. Each could not help wondering what it would be like to make
out with him, and how Jan might feel about that as his repayment for his
help. Just how gay-friendly was he?
"I'm starving," observed Benny as they piled back into the Volkswagen.
"I wonder what Mom's made for supper."
"I dunno. I sort of feel like Chinese," observed Bobby with a twinkle
in his eyes. The four brothers glanced at each other and burst out
laughing. They were still laughing when they arrived home.
"Well, we're in good spirits today," observed their father.
"Oh yeah. We've had a great day."
"I saw one of your teachers today."
"Oh yeah? Which one?"
"Your History teacher, Mister De Cazale."
"Oh."
"I ran into him over at the mall. He and his family are going to
Europe over the Christmas break."
"Yeah? Where?"
"France."
"I thought maybe it would be Transylvania," observed Bobby.
"Why in Heaven's name Transylvania?" asked Brenda, the boys' mother as
Bobby's brothers cast warning glances at him.
"They just seem the type to like it there," observed Bobby, looking at
his mother, and then his father and brothers with those big, innocent hazel
eyes.
Brenda and Barry looked at him, and then at his brothers. Benny,
Brent and Brett all shrugged and rolled their eyes.
"Well, anyway, he's quite concerned about his son Max."
"Why?" asked Brenda.
"Seems Max is having difficulty making friends, in and out of school.
He's very self- conscious about being deaf and doesn't make friends easy.
His father says he had a couple very close friends back where they came
from and misses them terribly."
"Where did they come from anyway?" Brenda asked.
"You know, he never did say."
'Transylvania,' Bobby mouthed, giving his three brothers a knowing
nod.
"That's too bad about his son. He and his brother are very impressive
looking boys, tall, good looking, and gorgeous hair," Brenda observed,
having gorgeous hair herself, which the twins had inherited. "I understand
they are excellent swimmers."
"Oh yeah, they are," observed Brett. Their prowess on the Crestview
Heights High School swim team was well known, and after having seen them at
the swimming pool at the YMCA recreation centre, both he and his twin
brother could not help having fantasies about the two tall, handsome
brothers, and especially after seeing the ying-yang tattoos high up on
their thighs near their crotches.
"Are they in any of you boy's classes or clubs?"
"The travel club," Brent replied. "Why?"
"I was hoping perhaps one or both of you might be able to help. It
has to be especially hard for the two boys to fit in being in their final
year of school."
"Maybe in the new year you could invite them to join you and your
friends in some of your activities, make them feel welcome, find out what
their interests are. Max seems particularly interested in animals." After
having recently met the boys' most recent new friends, three polite and
very nice Arabian boys, that their sons might be able to help the newcomers
to Crescent Heights seemed logical to Barry and Brenda.
"Especially bats I bet," observed Bobby.
His brothers glanced at each other and rolled their eyes again as
their parents once again looked at their fourth youngest curiously. Brenda
and Barry knew their son well enough to know better than try to figure out
his thinking.
"So what is this celebration that Billy has invited you four out to
next Saturday?"
"Yule," replied Brent. "It is a celebration of the winter solstice."
"Perhaps the De Cazale boys are interested in astronomy and could join
you and Billy on one of these nature outings," suggested Brenda. It had
been a logical conclusion, Bobby having mentioned after the Beltane
celebration that they had been to Blackfalds forest and the outing had been
all natural, meaning of course au naturel. The boys had made no effort to
explain, nor correct the misconception.
"Well, we won't be doing any astronomy exactly," Brent said evasively.
His parents had been very good about accepting his admission to being gay,
but he was not so sure they'd be as accepting about his craft leanings.
"And where is this again?"
"At these good friends of the Hollis's," replied Brent. "They own a
ranch outside of town, a few miles west of the Woodward's place and south
of where Beau Duke's father lives." The Woodwards his parents knew, having
lived near the Brewsters but having moved out of town two years ago because
they'd figured their son and daughter were being corrupted by the town
environment. Neither of their children had wanted to make the move and had
rebelled even more against their parent's strictness. Their son Jimmy was
now fourteen and had been arrested several times for possession of pot, and
their daughter, who was in the twins' class, was according to rumour known
by half the boys in the grade twelve class, in the biblical sense of
'known'. Beau Duke his parents also knew, being in scouts, and on a couple
occasions Barry or Brenda had taken him out to his father's ranch where he
spent weekends after his mother and father had gotten divorced. "I'll be
sure to get you their name and phone number."
Before they knew it December the twenty-first had arrived and the four
boys were picked up by the Hollis's and taken out to the section of land
owned by the High Priest and High Priestess of the Blackfalds Coven where
both the adult and teenage covens met on occasion. Their home was a huge,
expensive, ranch-style single-level house built and designed for
entertaining, which the couple did with both their pagan and non-pagan
friends, being a rich and influential couple in the community. They were
now retired and no longer ranched though they did keep a few horses. A
creek ran behind the home, and a duck pond surrounded by trees on three
sides was visible from the living room.
Following a hearty and nutritious stew of beef and garden vegetables
and homemade bread, they bundled up in their winter coats, scarves, hats
and boots, and headed outside. It had been one of the mildest winters in a
long time and the temperature during the day had hovered just above
freezing, and now was just beginning to dip below the freezing point.
There had been a light snowfall the day before, just enough to cover the
hills and fields and give everything a fresh appearance. While some
tobogganed on one of the hills near the house, some attempted to build snow
forts and engaged in an impromptu snowball fight while others played fox
and geese, a game in which they made a large circle in the snow with a
number of spokes, and one of the players acted the role of fox and chased
the others who were the geese along the path. It being Yule it got dark
quickly, being the shortest day of the year, but it was only two days after
the full moon and there was a cloudless sky so that despite nightfall it
was still light outside, especially with the moon reflecting off the
freshly fallen snow.
The snow had been cleared off a section of the duck pond, and everyone
donned skates and in pairs, singly and in groups skated about the pond.
Billy had slipped back to the house and put on his latest skating costume,
a violet cape, a shimmering silver-grey silk shirt which he left unbuttoned
and a pair of black tights. Billy had won numerous local, state and zone
competitions for his skating, and now performed for his favourite audience,
his family and closest friends. With his thin, youthful face, the eyebrow
ring and barbells in the bridge of his nose, flourescent purple gloss on
his lips, neo-spiked white bleached hair, smooth thin chest, nipple rings,
and strong, muscular thighs, the teenage boy cut a dashing, and
interesting, figure as he glided, twirled, and leaped across the ice in an
intricate and demanding dance of sou cows and triple axles. Brent noticed
with pleasure that he'd worn for the night the delicate violet silk-paper
earrings that he'd boughten him for his birthday with Jan's help, and the
haematite bead choker and matching belt with silver pentangle clasps he'd
gotten him for their love declaration last Ostara. Of course he himself
was wearing the athame Billy had gifted him with on that occasion, and the
turquoise earring and nipple ring Billy had given him for his recent
birthday.
Following Billy's performance, they climbed into three horse-drawn
sleds and fortified with hot cocoa for the youngsters and mulled wine and
cider for the adults, they headed off across the fields for a hay ride.
Arriving back at the duck pond to a large, blazing bonfire and with the
full moon rising in the sky, they were ready to begin the Yule ceremony.
Billy and Brent had explained to Brent's brothers that Yule was the first
of the solar festivals and the first Sabbat of the pagan new year,
commemorating the birth of the Oak King, who represented the new year and
the Divine Child, the newborn aspect of the Horned Lord, and the symbolic
death of the Holly King, who represented the year now ending and the aging
Horned Lord. They also explained that Yule was the time for each person to
put aside the past issues and problems that had held him back and to begin
the new year anew, reborn as the Horned Lord was reborn. It was also a
time to honour the Triple Goddess, the Maiden, Mother, and Old Mother, the
three forms of the Earth Goddess, and a time to celebrate the gifts of
spiritual growth, support and understanding that family and friends had
shown the past year, the reason why many covens invited family and friends
to participate in this Sabbat.
The area was cleared and sanctified about the altar, which was covered
by a dark-green table cloth over which was a fine lace cloth. On the altar
were the large white, red and green candles for the Triple Goddess and the
large yellow candle for the Oak God, who also represented the Divine Child
and the sun, the four small candles for the four Guardians of the Gates,
and the ceremonial tools to be used during the ceremony, including a large,
ornate silver tray with an embossed holly vine design and matching silver
goblets. The members having grounded themselves, the High Priest and
Priestess stepped forward to begin.
"The Wheel turns, the seasons flow, and now, in the darkness of the
year, we come to Yule," began the High Priest, wearing a light brown,
fur-trimmed jacket to ward off the cold. "This day is the beginning and
the end of the story of the Lord, and is graced by the presence of the
Lady. It is at this time that the year is evenly divided between the phase
of decrease and death and the phase of growth and increase. Light rolls
into darkness, growth into harvest, the old year ends and the new year
begins, light and warmth are at their lowest and as winter begins light and
warmth begin to increase once again and it is the end of cold and dark. On
this day the Lord dies and is reborn in the presence of the eternal Lady.
Rejoice, for on this day the Child of Promise, the Child of Light, is
born."
"From the darkness is born the light, from the void fulfilment
emerges.
The darkest night of the year has arrived. Open now the door, and honour
the darkness," said the High Priestess, dressed in a colourful woolen dress
of red and green and a fur trimmed shawl. Facing the north God position
where the boys' biology teacher, Anthony Kurtz was standing in a warm,
double knit sweater the colour of his thick beard, she continued. "To the
Holly King and the Oak Lord, 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 renewal, blessings of Yule and union of spirit.
Awaken the land that now slumbers on this cold solstice night." Lighting
the brown candle from the altar and giving it to him and sprinkling sand at
his feet, she rang the bell she was holding and then turned to the east
where there was standing a blue-eyed, flaxen-haired sixteen-year-old girl
who was an obvious knock-out even bundled in her winter clothes.
"To the Maiden Goddess of purity and virtue, the Watchtowers of the
East and the elements of air, we call upon your wisdom and summon your
energy for clear communication, divine knowledge and understanding between
you and our inner spirit. May the elements of the crisp pine-scented air
of this cold solstice night witness these ceremonies." Lighting the
smaller yellow candle and a stick of pine incense from the altar and
handing them both to the girl, she again rang the bell and then turned
south where Mrs Hollis was standing.
"To the Mother Goddess of nurturing and compassion, the Watchtowers of
the South and the elements of Fire, we call upon your wisdom and summon
your energy for purification of our mind, body and spirit and for the
coming new year. We ask for your divine protection over all things that we
bring forth for rebirth on this cold solstice night." Lighting the smaller
red candle from the altar and giving it to Mrs Hollis and brandishing the
blade of the athame she picked up off the altar in the flame, she rang the
bell once again and then turned west.
"To the Old Mother of wisdom and knowledge, the Watchtowers of the
West and the elements of Water, we call upon your energy and summon your
presence for knowledge and understanding of old lessons and deeds now past
on this cold solstice night." Taking a pine sprig, she sprinkled water
from the bowl being held by an elderly, white-haired woman, a relative and
guest of one of the coven members from an out of state coven standing at
the West Gate, lighted the blue candle from the altar, and rang the bell
once more.
Brent inhaled deeply as he, along with the others, prepared to call
upon his spirit guide and his deity. "Iolair," he began, calling upon his
chosen guide, the gold eagle, as he visualized the magnificent bird in his
mind, "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 this cold solstice night." As he
lighted the violet candle he was carrying and placed it on the altar, the
High Priest rang the bell twice. "I believe in the spiritual existence of
myself as a perfect image of Hermes," he continued after the others had
called upon their spirit guides, and as he spoke the name of his chosen
deity he could not help but think of his experience that summer on Mount
Olympus, and he could feel the presence and warmth of his deity embracing
him and knew that he was there that night. "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." He lighted his
second candle and the High Priest rang the bell three times. As Billy
stepped up behind him and called upon his god, Ganesha, Brent could see the
elephant-headed Hindu god shimmering in and out of focus as the god joined
with his petitioner and Brent's beloved. Both boys were wearing their
usual school clothes, jeans, warm sweaters, and their school jerseys in the
Crestview Heights High School colours of gold and black. Those who were
within the circle, and many of those watching from the perimeter, dropped
to their knees on the frozen ground.
"We have come on this solstice evening to honour the new birth of the
Oak King, and the gifts of wisdom acquired from lessons of the old year
that was guided by the Holly King. We welcome and honour the Maiden as she
prepares to be the Mother of the new sun, bringing in the new light of the
world. Dark be my surroundings and cold be this night, but by thy labour,
blessed mother, will be reborn the sacred light, the Child of Promise. The
most honoured sun shall return with the sunrise again, and the two will be
one," intoned the High Priestess as she lighted the three Goddess candles.
"To the Holly King we offer our thanks and gratitude for this year now
past; we give homage and thanks for the light you provided during our year
of lessons and learning. We wish you a pleasant journey on your road to
spirit. To the Oak King we give homage to your birth and rising of your
spiritual light. We honour your coming gifts and thank you for brining new
light onto our paths." Lighting the God candle, the High Priest rang the
bell seven times.
"The time of Winter has arrived," chanted the people within the
circle.
"The Wheel of the year has been turning and has brought us here to Yule,
the end of darkness and beginning of light, the end of cold and the
beginning of warmth."
"The presence of the God and Goddess extend everywhere this cold
solstice night, throughout the mystical spirit world and throughout this
mortal world, penetrating all places and all spaces," observed the High
Priestess.
"Blessed Be," responded the coven members as they got to their feet.
Although not craft members, many of those watching, Brent's three brothers
included, could sense a difference in the cold night air, the presence of
powerful and benevolent forces that took the bite out of the air and left
one with a feeling of warmth and contentment as the full moon shone down
upon the snowy landscape. It was a night of magic, a night to be
remembered.
Lighting one of the smudge sticks from the altar, the High Priest
continued. "We offer this gift as a symbol of our love and thanks to the
Holly King; We honour the Lord and his rays of light that brought forth our
lessons and moments of learning for the year now past." Lowering the
smudge and blowing out the flames, he raised the next smudge stick and
lighting it and holding it high, he continued. "We share the fragrance of
this offering with the Oak King and welcome his birth into the world." He
lowered the smudge, blew it out, and set it in the bowl.
Holding up in the air a large clear bowl of mixed seeds which had been
gathered by the coven members, the High Priestess continued; "we give
thanks for the unity of mind and spirit of the Maiden, we honour the Mother
who brings new life to us through the birth of the new sun and Oak King,
and we give homage to the Old Mother who provides us with the wisdom to see
the past lessons and brings growth into the new year." Placing the bowl
back on the altar, she rang the bell nine times.
The High Priest next held up the silver platter upon which sat an
ornate decanter with the same holly branch design and surrounded by small
cakes and said, "On this night of Yule we come to honour the Kings of time
and light. We offer these cakes made of apple and wheat and this wine made
of grape as our gifts to the Kings, who are two and one."
Ringing the bell three times, he walked about the circle
counterclockwise and each member of the coven and their pagan guests
visiting from other covens picked up one of the squares of apple cake,
saying as he or she did so, "with the partaking of this cake I take into my
body the essence of Yule, the passing of the Holly King and the rebirth of
the Oak King. I align my spirit and soul with the physical well being of
my body and mind."
Holding up the decanter of wine, the High Priestess said, "we ask the
Holly King and Old Mother to help us let go of our past deeds, mistakes,
negative thoughts and actions. We ask the Oak King, the Maiden and the
Mother to accept this wine as our offering of honour and pledge for
positive thought and action for the birth of this new year."
Each member of the coven drank half the wine poured into their silver
goblets, saying, "with the partaking of this wine I take into my body the
essence of the birth of spirit and sun, I align my soul with the balance
and rejoining of our spiritual family." After the members had poured the
rest of wine into the cauldron upon the altar, the High Priestess lighted
it. As the wine evaporated into the ethers through the flames, each member
contacted his or her chosen deity privately to ask for clarity of vision
and a better understanding of past lessons.
The High Priest continued. "As we honour the divine in this festival
of birth, we ask forgiveness of ourselves for past indiscretions, negative
thoughts and deeds. We ask our guides and divine forces to assist us in
understanding the lessons that crossed our path, so that we might learn and
move forward on our chosen path. We ask for help to let go of the past,
the angers, the hurt and the guilt that have and are now holding us back
from moving forward on our journey. We ask that our steps carry us
forward, into forgiveness of ourselves, those we caused harm to and to
those who caused harm to us. We give thanks for this time of rebirth for
the guidance and understanding that have been brought to us through these
divine lessons. We pledge our mind, body and action to living in the new
light and in the presence of positive growth and spirit."
Facing the altar with their hands together and open at top at the
thumbs as if making a bowl, the coven members recited, "I thank the God,
Goddess, Divine spirits and the Watchtowers of the four Corners for
watching over this ceremony of Yule. By the light and love of All that Is,
we honour the blessings we have received on this day. Many blessings to
each and all as we walk along the path of enlightenment forever."
"Blessed Be in this solstice of Yule," chorused the High Priest and
Priestess together.
"Blessed Be in this solstice of Yule," repeated the coven members.
"On this Sabbath," the High Priest continued, "many of us have invited
friends and family to join us in our celebration of rebirth and renewal to
thank them for their support and so they may better understand our way.
Our most sacred rituals invoke powers that only those who are trained in
the craft may interact with safely and so must be performed in private and
within the protected and blessed circle, but we are also of the belief that
true understanding and acceptance can only be by the sharing of our
knowledge and customs. It is the belief therefore of the coven members
gathered here tonight, that there are certain rituals and practices that
may be performed in public, and under certain circumstances and with proper
care, may even be jointly participated in by craft and non-craft members
within the rules that govern our faith. It is also our belief that in the
mutual sharing of such rituals, we both inform and enlighten while at the
same time reaffirm and remind ourselves of our faith. We have therefore
included in tonight's ritual a special enactment in honour of our many
friends and family members here tonight."
So saying, he glanced out at those watching outside the circle. As a
number of the boys moved toward the bonfire, the High Priest moved to the
North Gate and stepping through it, prepared and sanctified a second circle
connected by the gate and encircling the bonfire, a transitional circle
that would allow coven members to leave the sacred circle and remain a part
of it, and for their non-pagan participants to interact with them but
remain outside the sanctity of the ritual circle. As he circled the
bonfire, preparing the area, the group of teen and preteen boys who had
moved toward the north end of the gathering, including Benny and Bobby to
the surprise of their brothers, began to sing, their clear, young voices
ringing through the crisp night air as the full moon shone down upon them.
Oh, come, all ye faithful
Gather round the Yule fire
Oh, come ye, oh, come ye,
To call the Sun!
Fires within us
Call the Fire above us
O, come, let us invoke Him!
O, come, let us invoke Him!
O, come, let us invoke Him!
Our Lord, the Sun!
Yea, Lord, we greet Thee!
Born again at Yuletime!
Yule fires and candles flames
Are lighted for You!
Come to thy children
Calling for thy blessing!
O, come, let us invoke him!
O, come let us invoke him!
O, come let us invoke him!
Our Lord, the Sun!
"On this day we honour our Lord, the Sun, and celebrate the
never-ending cycle of the Holly King and the Oak King. At this time we are
forever mindful that watching over us as we celebrate is the eternal
Goddess from whom life springs, the Triple Goddess, the Lover, the Mother,
the Lady."
Goddesses of the Solstice are we
Bringers of the Star and the Tree
Maiden, Mother, Crone uncover
Winter's deep mystery.
Oh, time of wisdom, time of light
Time of Winter's darkest night
Goddess hold me, Love enfold me
Open me to Your light.
Maiden of the darkness, I sing
Underworlds of wisdom, I bring
Seeking, learning, Kore returning
Bearing the light of Spring.
Demeter, the slumbering Earth
Dreaming of the Daughter's rebirth
Candles lighted, world united
Knowing our own true worth.
Lady of deepest wisdom, I dwell
Deep in Time's mysterious well
Dreaming, daring, teaching sharing
Hecate's secret spell.
"Born again at Solstice, the Sun God rules the Winter Skies, growing
forever stronger as springtime approaches and the first flowers appear.
With the Spring Equinox we celebrate the birth and the purity of the Maiden
and the violent passion of youth," recited the High Priestess. Stepping
out from behind the bonfire, one of the boys' classmates, CHHS cheerleader
and teen coven member, Sherry Anders, seemed to glide across the green
carpet that had been laid out on the ground. Having changed out of her
winter clothes and now wearing a sheer, see-through silk gown of pale green
with embroidered spring flowers and on her head a wreath made out of silk
Lilies of the Valley, she dropped her flimsy gown as the High Priestess
continued. "Come May and Beltane the Lord and Lady court with increasing
love and the land is covered by a green mantle and budding flowers. Though
the heat of summer they court and their love and desire grow as we
celebrate the summer solstice." As Sherry slowly caressed her young and
full breasts and ran her hands along her thighs and up to her crotch, you
could sense her lust and desire, and it was not just her desire that was
growing as men, boys, women and girls all watched, the males fantasizing
what they knew would not be, given that the sixteen-year-old girl had eyes
only for other girls, and the females all considering what might happen
that night.
"Continuing the cycle, the Summer King reaches his prime," the High
Priestess continued, and Sherry's father stepped out from behind the
bonfire. The forty-three-year-old construction worker was wearing a green
cloak with gold trim which he allowed to drop, revealing a muscular,
hirsute body and a good-sized, circumcised dong. "As we arrive at Lammas,
his power and influence begins to decline with the declining light, and in
his maturity he mates with the Mother, whose life and nurturing we
celebrate. The Goddess Mother takes him in her arms and in her womb,
accepting his life seed and his death." As the High Priestess spoke
Sherry's mother stepped out from behind the bonfire, and walking over to
her husband, she dropped her robe and embraced him, wearing only the wreath
of red roses in her hair. At forty-one her body had taken on the roundness
and fullness of maturity but it was evident where Sherry got her beauty
from.
As she slipped her arms about her husband, he embraced her and the two
kissed. He ran his hands over her buttocks and caressed them and she
caressed his back. He kissed her cheeks and neck, and caressed her breasts
as she caressed his backside, and as he began to kiss and nibble on her
breasts, his cock began to swell, as did the cocks of a number of those
watching. As the two began to make more passionate love before the
bonfire, the choir sang again.
Hail, hail, hail to the Earth below
Mother of all life upon her, and the source of all we know
Hail, hail, hail to the Sun above Our Lord the Sun is born
again, the source of Light and Love.
Come the time of First Fruits
the Sun God then his strength has spent
the essence of his being
Flows forth, as through a rent.
Then begins the Autumn
His Mother, Night weeps out her rains
And taking him within her
The cycle starts again.
With laugher and with feasting
Through the growing Winter's night
The Lady grows to Solstice,
The rebirth of the Light.
Watch her swelling belly
As Night spreads through the skies
The Lady of the Winter,
The Moon between her thighs.
By this time Mister Anders was fully erect and he and his wife laid
down on the bales of hay placed before the fire and covered with several
thick blankets. As she spread and raised her legs, he knelt down between
them, and there before the congregation and their guests, and before their
daughter now vigorously working her fingers up and down her labia as she
watched her parents, husband and wife joined.
As he began a rhythmic thrusting and withdrawing, the High Priestess
resumed. "The fall equinox approaches and the length of day is equal to
the length of night, reminding us again of the cycle of life, and as the
length of day grows shorter, reminding us of the approaching winter. The
Goddess Mother grows and matures in this never-ending cycle and becomes the
Old Mother, guiding us now with her vast knowledge and wisdom."
Stepping out from behind the bonfire, a woman in her late sixties in a
snow white grown sparkling with silver glitter slowly walked up to Sherry.
Wearing a wreath of holly and pine and a thin green robe with ruffles and a
white fur trim, she smiled out at those watching as she dropped her robe.
Her breasts were drooping but were still full, and her body reflected the
grace and mature beauty that comes with age. Her wrinkles and sagging
breasts added to her dignity and grace. As she and Sherry stood there side
by side, totally naked, their resemblance to each other, and to Sherry's
mother, became more noticeable and a whisper wove through the crowd
announcing that they were granddaughter and grandmother.
The two kissed and embraced and begin to caress each other. The older
woman ran her long, thin fingers over the smooth, firm buttocks of the
younger, and Sherry gently caressed her grandmother's wider, plumper
backside. The two women pressed their bodies together as their passions
rose, the teenager's firm, full breasts pressing against the soft, drooping
breasts of the older woman. As Sherry bent her knees, she kissed her
grandmother's neck and clavicle and then one breast and then the other.
She sucked on the older woman's dugs, and the older woman threw back her
head in obvious pleasure as her granddaughter sucked eagerly on one teat
and then the other. They then reversed their roles, the grandmother
kissing and licking her granddaughter's boobs. Several of the men reached
down and adjusted the bulge that had arisen in their trousers, and several
of the women reached down to stroke themselves as they watched. A number
of the youngsters in the watching crowd, both boys and girls, stood
wide-eyed with wonder at their first sight of two women making love and
with the realization that sexual lust knew no age restrictions.
Beside the two women on the bed of hay bales, the one's father and the
other's daughter were now gasping and twisting in ecstasy as they thrust
their hips against each other. Karl Anders drove his hot, aching cock deep
up his wife's hot, moist pussy, and she clenched it tight about her
husband's stiff cock as he withdrew it. She was not oblivious to the fact
she was being watched by her daughter and mother, just as her husband was
not unaware that his daughter and mother- in-law were watching him. This
was Yule, a time of celebration and honouring the Goddesses, and they were
proud to have been asked to be part of the ceremony. Being watched by
Sherry and her grandmother added to the eroticism of the night.
Husband and wife were not unaware of what the two women were doing
either. Having aroused each other, the two had slipped their fingers up
the moist, lubricated canals between each other's legs, and were now slowly
easing their fingers in and out of each other's hot, dripping pussies,
pleasing each other in that secret and age-old act known around the world.
Their panting and sighing became louder as they felt themselves approaching
their orgasms, fully aware they were also being watched by the
mother/daughter father/son-in-law couple humping beside them, and which had
heightened their arousal and their pleasure. It was Yule, a time for
honouring the Triple Goddess
The four before the bonfire were not the only ones squirming with
arousal and with hot, dripping loins. There was more than one who had
reached down to satisfy that itch, from eleven- year-old schoolgirls and
schoolboys to great grandparents in their late seventies, both in the
circle in those on the outside watching. The breathing of the four people
before the bonfire grew more laboured as they approached their climax, the
two women now finger fucking each other furiously, working their cunt-juice
lubed fingers in and out of each other's hot, throbbing pussies, and the
husband and wife clenching each other as with each deep thrust they were
drawn closer to their orgasm. They all peaked within seconds of each
other, and as they clenched each other in that little death and in obvious
delight, the choir began anew.
Hail, hail, hail to the Earth below
Mother of all life upon her, and the source of all we know
Hail, hail, hail to the Sun above Our Lord the Sun is born
again, the source of Light and Love.
Through the Lady's Labours
On this longest Winter's Night
comes the Growing Sun God
The rebirth of the Light!
Dark the night has gripped us
Through the building Winter's cold
So round the fires we gather
As in days of old.
From the crackling fire
Watch the sparks leap to the sky
Conjuring the Sun King
To once again ride high.
Hail, hail, hail to the Earth below
Mother of all life upon her, and the source of all we know
Hail, hail, hail to the Sun above Our Lord the Sun is born
again, the source of Light and Love.
Drained but still flying high, the four Anders moved into the inner
circle, three of them being members of the Blackfald Coven, and Sherry's
grandmother, who was visiting for Christmas, being a member of a coven back
in Florida along with her husband who was now embracing his spent wife in
loving support. As they joined the others, the High Priest stepped
forward. "Our God is the Lord of the Wood, known by many names throughout
time and by different peoples. Cernunnos, The Green Man, Lord of the Wild
Hunt, Belinus, the Sun-God. He rules the seasons. At Yule he is a new
babe, the embodiment of innocence and joy. At Ostara he is a green,
flourishing youth, and on Beltane he is a young man who takes the Goddess
as his bride. At Midsummer he consummates his marriage in a union so
complete it becomes a death and he sleeps until at Yule he is born again."
Tossing a powder on the bonfire which caused it to spark furiously and the
scent of pine to drift through the still night air, the High Priest stepped
back and announced, "Behold the Holly King!"
A slender, naked youth stepped out from behind the bonfire in an open,
ankle-long cloak of shimmering black with a red underlining and a green
trim and flecked with gold, a wreath of holly about his head, and shining
sword hanging from his belt. Standing at five-foot-eight-and-a- half and
weighing a hundred-and-thirty-eight pounds, his long, jet black locks
curling down to his nipples and extending down his back, and his slender
teenage body tanned a dark brown, he was a handsome, athletic-looking boy,
the type of youth ancient Roman and Greek sculptors would have used as a
model. His long, uncut member hung down between his legs over two
impressive low- hung balls, the envy of every man and boy watching. He
stared out at the coven members and at the invited crowd with deep blue
eyes, a slight, knowing smile on his face.
Oh, my brother be wary,
I'll not easily die,
Though the season is turning,
And the sun is sae high.
My sword, it is heavy,
My arms, they are cold.
Though the raven is calling,
I'll do battle sae bold.
My shield, it is broken,
Like the covenant sworn,
'Twixt the gods and my mother,
On the day I was born.
They promised her truly,
That I would not die,
'Till the sun stood quite still,
In the Solstice Day sky.
The raven is calling
With her black mocking voice.
I would not heed it,
But she leaves me no choice,
She sings as she flies,
Across the sun's face,
And the shadow, it falls,
On this very place.
Brent stared in surprise at his twin brother, his hair dyed black and
his body stained a dark tea-brown. He had not noticed him slip away during
the latter part of the ritual to change out of his winter clothes and to
dye his hair and body. He'd had no idea that Billy and the High Priest had
approached him to take part in this Yule enactment, nor that he'd been
practising for the past month while pretending to be debating if he'd come
to the ritual. A warmth glowed from the seventeen-year-old's heart as he
stared at his brother standing there resplendent in this robes, his stained
body reflecting the flames of the bonfire, and the bond between the two
grew still stronger.
"The Holly King, Lord of the Winterwood, Cronos, Father Time,
Grandfather Frost, Wotan, Thor, the darksome twin of the waning year. He
rules from Midsummer to Midwinter. In his reign the land, rich and
bountiful, grows cold and dark, the planting rewarded with the harvest as
his faithful companion, the Wren, watches on. He is withdrawal, lessons,
life and rest, reflected by his colours, black, red, green and gold."
Tossing another handful of the powder onto the fire, he again stepped
back, and as the flames settled down and the fragrance of oak spread across
the clear, crisp night, a second youth stepped out from behind the bonfire
and stood beside the first, a youth of identical height and weight, with
the same deep blue eyes, the same long member and low-hung nut sack, but
his long, curly hair and pubic bush were golden, and his skin the pale pink
of winter.
He too was naked but for an ankle-length robe of royal purple with a red
lining and green rim and flecked with gold, and a wreath of oak leaves
about his head. It took only a moment for those watching to realize that
the two boys were twins despite the difference in skin and hair colour, and
only a second moment for those who knew them, to realize who the two boys
were as Brent turned and looked upon his brother.
Old King we bless You for all that You've done,
For lessons understood and victories won.
We must, however, bid you sleep well, sleep still,
Your reign is o'er, dream deep in your hill.
I come forth the Young King of the bright, new light,
Being born this day, I grow strong and grow bright,
My rule grows longer as I soar in the sky,
I shed your blessings on you now and warmth from on high.
"Behold the Oak King strong and vital, Lord of the Greenwood, the Stag
King, Janus, the god of planting, Dagda, god of the earth, Pan, the god of
fertility, male sexuality and carnal desire, the golden twin of the waxing
year. He rules from Midwinter to Midsummer. In his reign, the land, full
of promise, grows warm and bright, the fertile fields and wombs are planted
with seed and rewarded with growth as his faithful companion, the Robin,
watches on. He is growth and expansion. Behold the two kings, who are two
and one."
Brett stepped forward. "I am the Holly King, Lord of the Waning Year.
As the Wren makes way for the Robin, so soon shall I bow before my brother
the Oak King, and you will see me no more until the Sun once more begins to
wane. As I prepare now to withdraw into the deep midwinter, I see in my
holy grail, visions and dreams of the year to come. Carry a sprig of holly
with you as my token. It will protect you against fierce winter storms,
and will bestow upon you the focus, direction and courage you need to
succeed in your own spiritual quest. While I am asleep, my evergreen
leaves and bright red berries, seen against the barren oaks of winter, will
remind you of the Life that sustains us during the bitterest of times."
As he stepped back, Brent stepped forward. "And I am the Oak King,
Lord of the Waxing Year. As the robin replaces the wren, so soon shall I
reign in my brother the Holly King's place until the sun reaches its peak
and begins to wane. The old is replaced by the new. I bring you the
fertility of land and loin and the coming of new life. I bring you hope
and promise for the year to come."
"Together we are the whole and the one," the two said together,
"neither existing without the other." As they embraced and kissed and
began to caress each other, the choir began to sing.
Sing we of a Mystery, now as long ago
Blood red holly berries, blood upon the snow
The Oak king shall rise, the waxing year to bring
Therefore bid we farewell to the Holly King.
Now in deep midwinter all seems in a trance
Comes the golden Oak King in his age old dance
Comes he to slay, yet honour he does bring
To his fallen brother the darksome Holly King.
In the bright midsummer the year's wheel turned around
Then shall be the Oak King's blood upon the ground
Ever it comes, once more the year's waning
Then shall be victorious the darksome Holly King.
Sing we of the Mystery now as long ago
Blood red holly berries, blood upon the snow
The Oak King shall rise waxing year to bring
Therefore bid we farewell to the Holly King.
The two boys were by then fully aroused and wrapped in a passionate
embrace. Paying honour to his brother, the fair Oak King dropped to his
knees and took the Holly King's impressive, thick, seven-and-a-half inch
member in his mouth. He eagerly and reverently sucked on the swollen
member, deriving as much pleasure as he was giving. The Holly King ran his
fingers through the thick, curly locks of his brother, his darkly-tanned
fingers twirling the long, blond strands. He threw back his head and his
lips parted in obvious joy as his brother worked his lips up and down his
throbbing member, drawing him closer and closer to that ultimate peak of
ecstasy. As he'd rehearsed his lines this past month, he'd had no idea who
would play the role of the Holly King, and had hoped up until moments ago
that it might be Billy. His blood already racing with excitement, when
he'd discovered who was to play this part with him, he'd raced behind the
bonfire and stripped off his clothes and piercings while the eyes were on
the High Priest with an excitement and desire unlike anything he'd ever
felt before.
He now drew back, his long, thick member glistening with spittle in
the full moon. Holding out his hands to his brother, the Oak King, the one
who would take his place on the throne for the next six months, he helped
him to his feet, and then together they approached the hay bale bed.
Laying down upon it in reverse directions, the two youths, the two kings,
one pale pink and blond, the other brown-tanned and with jet black hair,
one bright and one dark, otherwise identical in all ways save the piercing
holes in the Oak King, two and yet one, began to suck each other, and as
they sucked on each other's long, impressive member, they became one. They
sucked eagerly on the hard, thick tube of lust jutting out from below each
other's flat belly and bush of hairs. They licked each other's knob, and
each other's shaft, they inhaled the deep, nutty fragrance of each other's
crotch. They made hot, passionate love to each other, worshipping each
other's staff as they worshipped their own.
They worked slowly, slipping their moist, rosy lips up and down each
other's throbbing member and sucking gently on the irritated flesh, wanting
to please the other, and wanting the moment to last forever. They were
young and had the stamina and endurance of youth, but with the previous
erotic scene still fresh in their minds, they were all too soon at that
peak, and they could not resist plunging on to the conclusion. With an
explosion of love and lust, the two brothers shot their thick, hot, teenage
seed into each other, experiencing together that little death, that
ultimate of joy. They whimpered and shuddered as they drank each other's
sweet-tart gift, and delighted in each other's orgasm. The combined covens
and every guest stood in respectful awe, realizing they had witnessed
something very special, sensing the magic in the air even those who were
not followers of the craft. The two boys rose silently, embraced and
kissed each other fondly, and parted.
As Brent returned to the inner circle and Brett joined his brothers,
the High Priest stepped forward once again, and as he spoke, the quavering
and lust in his voice revealed that even he had been deeply affected by the
performance. "And so it is that we celebrate on this Solstice evening, the
Sabbath of Yule. Today is the longest, darkest night of the year and the
land is still and at peace. And with the darkest night comes the promise
of warmth and light once again as the Oak King assumes the throne, and the
cycle begins anew." A couple in their early twenties stepped forward from
the inner circle, carrying with them their first child, a baby boy of six
weeks, wrapped in rabbit fur, and as they held their child up before the
bonfire, the choir once more began to sing.
Brothers, sisters, come and sing
Glory to the new-born King!
Gardens peaceful, forests wild
Celebrate the Winter Child!
Now the time of glowing starts!
Joyful hands and joyful hearts!
Cheer the Yule log as it burns!
For once again the Sun returns!
Brothers, sisters, come and sing!
Glory to the new-born King!
Brothers, sisters, singing come
Glory to the new-born Sun.
Through the wind and dark of night
Celebrate the coming light.
Sun's glad rays through fear's cold burns
Life through death the Wheel now turns.
Gather round Yule log and tree
Celebrate Life's mystery
Brothers, sisters, singing come
Glory to the new-born Sun!
Returning to the inner circle once again, the High Priest faced north
and raising his athame, turned counterclockwise. "As we approach the
longest night, we hail the Holly King and give thanks for the year past and
the many blessings we have received. As the days now lengthen and warmth
returns to the earth, we hail the Oak King who brings hope and renewal to
the world and we marvel at the mystery of his rebirth. On this cold, chill
night of Winter Solstice, we hail the Child of Light, the Child of Promise,
the giver of life and first essence of all things."
"From Holly King to Oak King, the wheel is always turning," announced
the High Priestess.
"Blessed Be," responded the members of the coven.
"On this night all are forgiven all that they may do."
"Blessed Be."
"Thanks and Praise to the Old Mother and the Holly King, to the Maiden
Goddess and the Oak King, and to the Mother. In your Names, Gracious Ones,
I close this circle that binds us to spirit, and can never be broken," the
High Priestess said as she turned counterclockwise from the North Gate and
snuffed out each of the candles. "This circle is ended. Blessed Be in the
solstice of winter. Go forth now and celebrate with friends and family."
"Blessed Be," responded the coven and the choir sang their last
song.
Gods rest ye merry Pagan folk
Let nothing you dismay
Remember that the Sun returns
Upon this Solstice Day!
The growing dark is ended now
And Spring is on its way
O, tidings of comfort and joy!
Comfort and joy!
O, tidings of comfort and joy!
The winter's worst still lies ahead
Fierce tempest, snow and rain!
Beneath the blanket on the ground
The spark of life remains!
The Sun's warm rays caress the seeds
To raise Life's songs again!
O, tidings of comfort and joy!
Comfort and joy!
O, tidings of comfort and joy!
Within the blessed apple lies
The promise of the Queen
For from this pentacle shall rise
The orchards fresh and green
The Earth shall blossom once again
The air be sweet and clean!
O, tidings of comfort and joy!
Comfort and joy!
O, tidings of comfort and joy!
Digging out the potatoes that had been buried in the ashes of the
bonfire, they tossed the hot treasure from hand to hand as they pealed off
of the foil and outer skin and sprinkling it with salt and slathering it
with butter, ate the half-baked half-raw treat, made all the more special
coming from the Solstice bonfire. Many chose to remain outside and visit
around the fire, tables having been set up with mulled wine, hot chocolate,
and trays of cold meat, cheese, nuts and berries. Others headed inside
where they piled their plates high with roast turkey, slices of ham, mashed
potatoes swimming in rich brown gravy, buttered peas and carrots and
assorted green and pickled salads.
"That was an awesome ceremony," observed Benny, he and his brothers,
Billy, and Billy's goth friend and fellow craft member Mordock having
gathered about one of the several fireplaces in the large sprawling ranch
house.
"Oh yeah, you two made awesome Kings," observed Billy with glowing
eyes, obviously biassed but his opinion widely shared. Having changed back
into his skating uniform, he was sitting on the sofa facing the fire with
the twins, still wearing the robes from the ritual, sitting on either side
of him.
"It took me a moment to recognize you with your hair dyed and your
body painted up," observed Bobby, looking over at Brett, having been
totally unaware he'd been approached by Billy to play the role the same day
he and Brent had invited all of them to participate. "That was like so
fucking amazing!"
"You can say that again," observed Brent. "I fucking couldn't believe
it when you stepped out from the bonfire!"
"Not disappointed?" asked Brett, glancing over at his brother, his
eyes shining with his love.
"Disappointed? You fucking kidding! It was like so perfect! And
with Billy and Benny singing," he said, looking over at his two brothers in
admiration, "this has been the most fucking beautiful night of my life!"
"I'm glad you were all able to join us tonight, and to participate,"
said Billy.
"We're fucking glad you invited us," Benny observed, and the others
agreed.
"It is a blessed night," observed Brent, glancing over at his twin
brother meaningfully as he placed a hand on Billy's thigh.
"It certainly is," Brett agreed as he smiled back, knowing Brent was
signalling him it was time. Knowing how madly in love his brother was with
Billy, he'd been delighted when Brent had asked him to join him in thanking
Billy in that very special way that only lovers can for arranging this
night. The two brothers knew each other well enough that Brent knew Brett
would not take advantage of the situation, and they both knew that what
they were about to do was coming from both of their hearts. Brett slowly
reached over and placed his hand on Billy's other thigh.
"It is at that," agreed Bobby as he looked at Mordock meaningfully,
the exchange between his brothers not going unnoticed. The
sixteen-year-old goth boy was wearing his usual black lipstick and black
eyeliner. He'd added another eyebrow and lip ring since Bobby had last
seen him, and in addition to his ankh-shaped earrings, he was wearing
blood-red studs along the upper rim of both ears. He was wearing a
thick-link chain collar and a tight black muscle shirt which revealed the
tattoos on his biceps, a black line with an X near the top and bar below
the X on the right and a dagger with four drops of blood dripping from the
tip. Bobby wondered if the boy had his dydoe in his glans, something he'd
seen with wonder last Ostara, and what it might be like to have his ass
fucked by a cock with a dydoe.
"For fucking sure," Mordock agreed, glancing at Bobby and then Benny.
He loved their raw, open approach to sex, and he'd had many great jerk off
fantasies about the two boys since their last meeting during Ostara.
Billy had slipped off the sofa onto the carpet before the fireplace
and discarding their robes, Brent and Brett knelt down on the floor beside
him and rolled down his tights, revealing as they'd suspected that the boy
was not wearing anything under them. Pulling them right off and removing
his shirt, the twins began to kiss him, Brent kissing his beloved gently
and lovingly on the lips, Brett kissing him just as tenderly on the cheeks.
They nibbled on his ears and he kissed them both back in return. The twins
continued down Billy's body, kissing and nibbling on his neck, his chest,
and his nipples. He was wearing his nipple rings and Brent and Brett
flipped them with their tongues as they licked and sucked on his teats as
he caressed their hot, firm bodies. Billy's nipples were soon firm, and
all three boys were beginning to get boners.
Bobby, Benny and Mordock had meanwhile begun to strip each other. As
the two brothers pulled off Mordock's socks, having already removed his
baggy cargo pants, they each took a foot and as Mordock sat there on the
sofa they sat on the floor and began to lick his feet and suck on his toes,
causing an immediate reaction between the dark goth boy's legs. They ran
their tongues between his toes and along his instep, sending ripples of
arousal through his groin. They each took a large toe and slipping their
lips over it, sucked on it gently, causing the sixteen- year-old's cock to
begin to lift. Benny and Bobby were beginning to get aroused also, the
fragrance of his feet and the eroticism of licking them causing their own
cocks to begin to rise.
They continued up his legs, kissing, licking and nibbling their way up
to his sensitive thighs. By that time Mordock was fully erect and the
dark-haired, dark-eyed boy twisted with arousal and a dark wet spot formed
in his tented black briefs as the brothers licked and nibbled on the inside
of his thighs. Pulling down his black briefs, Bobby was delighted to see
the boy had his dydoe, and another two brass rings in the loose skin of his
nut sack, making five rings to the brass ladder. As Benny began to lick
and suck on his nut sack and mouth the brass rings, Mordock drew Bobby up
onto the sofa and kissed the thirteen-year-old boy hotly as he reached down
and massaged the debagged boy's smooth, firm buns. He stuck his tongue
into the boy's mouth as he pushed down the thirteen-year-old's tight white
Stanford briefs and ran his middle finger along the boy's asscrack and
pressed the tip against his anus. He was of course immediately rewarded by
Bobby pushing out with his stomach. As his fingertip slipped into Bobby's
warm, moist cavity, he pressed his lips against the boy's mouth with savage
desire and Bobby sucked his face just as hotly.
The twins were meanwhile licking Billy's stiff cock, running their
tongues up the shaft and twirling them about his blood-engorged knob. They
delighted in the flavour of his perverse candy cane, and they licked it as
eagerly as any child would lick a sweet treat. Billy's thin chest rose and
fell with growing arousal as he lay there, propped up on his elbows
watching the two seventeen- year-old twins, his beloved's deep blue eyes
filled with love and desire as he ran his tongue around the rim of his
throbbing cock, his brother's blue eyes filled with lust as he sucked on
his hairy balls, his long, black stained hair falling over his face and his
brown-stained fingers contrasting with Billy's pale skin.
Reaching out and slipping his fingers about the twin cocks on either
side of him, equal in length and identical in shape, the only difference
being that Brett's had been stained the same tea- brown as his body and his
hairs had similarly been dyed black, Billy guided them to his mouth.
Holding the two rock-hard organs against each other, he stuck out his
tongue and ran them over both knobs, licking the perverse double-headed ice
cream cone, one strawberry and the other butterscotch. His spittle
glistened in the firelight from the fireplace and he trembled with the
delight of holding the stiff organs of both brothers in his fist. He ran
his smooth lips, the flourescent purple gloss reflecting the flames of the
fireplace, over the twin organs, worshipping them with a reverence they
deserved.
Laying on his back on the sofa with his butt on the edge and his feet
on the floor, Mordock reached up and held Bobby in position as the
thirteen-year-old boy eased himself down on the older boy's hard, aching
cock, well lubed with pre-cum. Bobby lowered himself slowly and pushed out
with his stomach, and pure joy passed over his face as he felt the boy's
knob stretch open his sphincter and then pop inside, dydoe included. He
could feel the smooth, brass knob against the wall of his rectum, and he
inhaled sharply with delight. Slowly easing himself down until the goth
boy's coarse hairs were tickling his backside, Bobby began to ride him
slowly and carefully. At the same time Benny knelt down on the floor and
pulling apart the boy's legs, he began to rim his dank portal, licking and
sucking on it like a Christmas mint while beside him on the floor his two
older brothers and Billy sucked on each other's stiff canes. Somewhere
someone had turned on some music and a man's voice remarkably like Harry
Belafonte was singing the pagan version of Day-O.
Day-o, Day-o
Daylight come, and the Sun is reborn.
Day, misa day, misa day, misa day-o.
Daylight come and the Sun is reborn.
Tonight we dance till the morning come.
Daylight come and the Sun is reborn.
Tomorrow we greet the newborn Sun.
Daylight come and the Sun is reborn.
Now is the darkest season of the year but,
Daylight come and the Sun is reborn.
Now is the darkest season of the year but,
Daylight come and the Sun is reborn.
The air was crisp outside and the ground covered with a fresh
sprinkling of snow, but for a moment the four brothers were transported
back to a topical isle and a sunny beach, to pineapple and oysters and a
hot sweaty evening of sex with their father. And then they were back in
the living room of the sprawling ranch house, laying before the crackling
fire in the fireplace, the smell of cedar smoke and pine needles reminding
them of where they were and the time of year. Brent and Brett trembled as
Billy slipped his mouth over their cocks, their two knobs tightly pressed
together. They inhaled deeply as he sucked on their knobs, and then
slipping his mouth back off, swirled his tongue along the sensitive rims.
They inhaled the fragrance of his hot, sweaty balls overpowering the pine
and cedar, and their minds spun with the flavour of his meaty teenage cane
jutting up in the air and glistening with their spittle.
Bobby trembled with delight as Mordock's jewelled cock sunk deep up
his rectum, and he sighed with pleasure as he flexed his thighs and slid
back up the boy's rigid prong. Mordock trembled too as between the horny
thirteen-year-old boy riding his cock and his equally horny
fifteen-year-old brother sucking and licking his asshole and finger fucking
his own ass, he could hold back no longer. Grasping Bobby's hips to stop
him, he gasped and grunted as he shot his load up the young boy's asshole,
pumping his goth seed deep into his body. Bobby and Benny could tell he
was coming, and the two brothers sighed with pleasure also, the pleasure of
having brought the hot-looking teenager off.
Pulling out of Bobby and slipping onto the floor, Mordock quickly
flipped Benny onto his back, and raising the fifteen-year-old boy's legs,
he rammed his still stiff, cum-slick cock up the boy's ass. Billy of
course was hot and eager to come, and readily accepted the surprising
entry. At the same time, Mordock had reached out for the gasping, sweating
boy who had just ridden him, and pulling him to his feet and having him
straddle facing his brother and with his back to himself, the goth boy had
him bend over and he applied his lips to the hole he'd just fucked. As
Bobby felt Mordock's lips pressing against his hole, and felt the goth boy
sucking out his fresh cum out of his asshole, the thirteen-year-old boy
trembled with the perversity of what he was doing. This was so totally
wicked! As Mordock reached around and began to tug on his stiff cocklet,
all the while working his hips to and fro furiously, driving his spent cock
in and out of Benny's hot, moist hole, Bobby trembled with his most violent
orgasm yet, and as he gasped and shrieked out his pleasure, he was sure
that being able to cum would be an anticlimax compared to how he was
feeling at that moment.
At the same time Billy erupted, his stiff cock shooting out his cum
like a perverse fountain. His thick, copious boy cream fell back down over
his throbbing cock where it was eagerly lapped up by the twins. As they ran
their hot, moist tongues up Billy's shaft, licking up his thick cum and
savouring the creamy texture, they shot off also, their two cocks, still
pressed against each other, shooting dual streams into Billy's eager mouth
as they throbbed against each other. Billy lay there with his head
spinning and his mouth wide open as the two stiff cocks throbbed hotly in
his fist and squirt after squirt shot from them into his mouth. His mouth
gradually filled with the creamy load of the two boys and he savoured the
nutty flavour and creamy, slimy texture of their cum. As the three
sweating, glowing teenagers swallowed their tart evening treat, Benny shot
off, his cum shooting up in the air and aching over his body to land in his
face, splattering his cheeks, his nose, and his chin as his younger brother
stood above him trembling and whimpering in his own ecstasy and Mordock
gasped and trembled with the pleasure of having brought the two brothers
off.
The boys lay there in a blissful daze for a long time, delighting in
the pleasure that comes after a violent and satisfying round of sex. They
were vaguely aware of others coming in and out of the room, adults and
youth alike commenting on the delight on their faces. Finally they got up
and wandered about the house, snacking on nuts and chips and fresh fruit,
meeting up with other youth and talking about the Yule ritual, coven
members introducing invited guests and family members who'd come to join
them for the Yule holiday.
Slipping on his skating costume once again and Brent slipping on his
robe once more, the two boys took their skates and headed out to the duck
pond. Though approaching the midnight hour, the full moon lit up the pond
and the snow-covered fields, and it now shone down on the two teenage
lovers as they glided about the pond, arm in arm and then apart, twirling
and gliding, coming together and then separating. Brent's robe fell open
and trailed behind as he skated down the ice, exposing his naked body to
the chill air, but in his youth and in his lust, and in the spell of Yule
Solstice, he did not feel cold. Those who had wandered out to the Yule
bonfire paused in their conversation to watch the two lovers skating.
Included in the watchers were Mister and Mrs Hollis, and the couple
embraced each other as they watched their son and his beloved dance, their
hearts filled with joy and with pride. Never had they seen their son so
happy, and so at peace. Several of those around the fire began to sing,
and they joined in.
Pagans sing, are you listenin'.
Altar's set, candles glistenin'.
It's a Magical night, we're having tonight,
Dancing in a Wiccan Wonderland.
In a Circle we can light a Yule Fire,
And await the rising of the Sun,
It's the Great Wheel turning for the new year,
Loaded with abundance and great fun.
Blades held high, censer smoking
God and Goddess, we're invoking,
Through Elements five, we celebrate Life,
Dancing in a Wiccan Wonderland.
As their voices rang through the chill night air, the two lovers
embraced and kissed out on the ice, never more in love than that moment.
Shimmering about them, unseen but felt, were their spirit guides and chosen
deities, revelling in the magic of the evening and in the magic of the love
of the two boys.
Returning to the house some time later, the two boys warmed themselves
up before the blazing fire in the main room, and joined the others in a
midnight snack, filling their plates with turkey and cranberries, with
moist turkey stuffing and cabbage rolls, tiny pickles and pan-fried
potatoes. As they sat there amongst their peers and adults, some clothed,
some naked, and many between, they heard a clear soprano voice from outside
that could be none other than Bobby's singing.
Faunus the Roman Goat-god
Had a very rigid prick
And if you ever saw it
You would say it's quite a trick.
All the other deities
Used to leer suggestively
they always wanted Faunus
To join in the revelry.
Then one frosty Saturnal
Juno made this call
"Faunus since you're hung so well,
Won't you ring my Solstice bell?"
Then all the others pouted
and they muttered jealously
"Faunus, the Roman goat-god
Better save a turn for me!"
As the young voice broke into a hearty round of Jingle Bells, Brent
and Billy glanced at each other and smiled. That was definitely Bobby.
Reaching for another drumstick, and deciding to share the one they'd
reached for although there were plenty of others, the two boys resumed
their conversation with those about them. Bobby joined them sometime
later, his cheeks flushed a bright crimson though they could not tell if it
was from the crisp night air or a recent bout of sex. Nibbling on cocktail
wieners, squares of cheese and crackers, he was in high spirits, as were
they all.
"Oh maaaannnnn, this has been the best holiday we've had yet," Bobby
sighed as he reached for another mincemeat tart, at least his twelfth for
the night.
"Yeah, it's been totally wicked," agreed Benny as he tried to choose
between the walnut square or shortbread, and deciding on both.
"Of course, it is a pagan holiday after all," joked Brad, one of the
seventeen-year-old members of the teen coven that the boys had met at the
Ostara festival. The three, along with Brad's pagan cousin Cal from out of
state had just finished a game of shuffle board, the two Brewsters against
the two older boys.
"Well, one thing is for sure, you pagans sure know how to fucking
party," observed Brett, brushing back his long, dark black hair from his
face as he straightened up from taking his shot. He, Billy and a naked
twelve-year-old boy were having a friendly game of pool. With his darkened
skin and dyed hair he felt like he was someone else that night, and
although always the more daring of the brothers, he felt even more daring
at night. He and his brothers and a group of the coven members had
gathered in one of the several rumpus rooms in the ranch house.
"So, let's start partying," said Bobby impishly as he reached over
with his left hand and slipped his fingers about Brad's limp cock as he
took a bite out of his mincemeat tart.
"When did you ever stop?" asked Brent with a twinkle in his eyes as he
wiped the eggnog off his lips with the back of his hand, and the group of
boys laughed.
"I love the smell of a boy's breath when he's been drinking eggnog,"
observed Brad's seventeen-year-old cousin as he looked at Brent
suggestively.
"Really?" asked Brent, taking a deep draught of egg nog and grinning
at the boy as the boy sat down beside him on the sofa where he'd been
sitting watching his brothers and talking to Franklin van Doran, the
eleven-year-old grandson of Sherry Ander's grandmother.
Slipping an arm about Brent, Cal drew the naked, blond-haired youth to
him and kissed him. Brent eagerly returned the teenager's kiss. Although
he and Billy were sworn boyfriends, they had an understanding that when it
came to sex they were free to engage in whatever act they wanted with
whomever they wanted. Besides, this was Solstice night and they were with
friends and family. As Cal and Brent sat there kissing on the sofa, they
began to caress each other's naked body. Cal, five-foot-nine and a hundred
and forty pounds, was almost the same height and weight as Brent. He wore
his golden brown hair short and gelled with a crest in front and bore a
remarkable resemblance to the actor Matt Daemon.
Standing there watching them were Bobby and Brad. Brad, now
seventeen, still had his dark-brown hair cut in a mullethead cut, a style
that was making a comeback and had always been popular with hockey players
and skate boarders like himself. Bobby found the dark shadow of a beard on
Brad's square chin particularly sexy, as well as his high leather boots,
studded harness, and thick, studded belt. His breath was hemp sweet, the
boy having just returned from smoking a joint. As Bobby stroked the older
boy's swelling cock, the boy reached behind and caressed Bobby's smooth,
compact butt.
As Billy bent over to make his shot, Benny had ass on his mind also
and could not help admire the skater's compact butt, nor imagine how hot it
would be fucking his brother's lover that night.
"He's got a great butt, don't he?" observed the twelve-year-old player
as he stroked his pool cue, making it more of a comment than a statement.
"You trying to throw me off my shot?" asked Billy, glancing over at
the two of them with a grin.
"You lean any further over on the table and we might mistake your
balls for pool balls," observed the twelve-year-old, a redheaded friend of
one of the coven members by the name of Erin and whom the boys had met at
Ostara also.
"Now that would hurt," observed Joey, another one of the
twelve-year-old guests who was standing by the sofa and munching on treats
as he watched the pool game along with the craft boy who'd invited him, a
dark-eyed bisexual boy by the name of Benito with spiked black hair and an
olive complexion and wearing a black cape with red lining and a studded
belt from which hung his athame in a finely tooled leather case.
Cal had by this time slipped off the sofa and was sitting on the floor
between Brent's outspread legs and nibbling on his nuts. Distracted from
the game of pool, Erin stepped up to the hot, blond seventeen-year-old
sitting on the sofa and offered him his dick to snack on. Bobby had
meanwhile dropped to the floor also, bringing Brad down with him. As the
thirteen-year-old sought out Cal's cock and began to nuzzle it like a
little puppy, he spread his legs and raised his hips as Brad slipped
several pillows under his butt. Benny meanwhile stepped up behind Erin and
crouching down, spread apart the twelve-year-old's ass cheeks and began to
run his tongue up and down the boy's crack. As Brent nibbled on Erin's
swelling cock, Billy sat down on the sofa beside him and began to fondle
his nipples and nibble on his neck.
Joey meanwhile dropped to his knees and as Brad ran his finger up and
down Bobby's ass crack and wiggled the tip against his butthole, which
instantly opened to the boy's probing finger, Joey lowered his head and
began to lick Bobby's hairless pubes and nuts. Benito quickly dropped down
behind his buddy and began to kiss the back of his neck and caress his
nipples. Brett had meanwhile approached Franklin, and the eleven-year-old
readily reached for the older boy's swinging cock and began to fondle it.
Bobby, laying on his back on the floor with his ass raised on a pile
of cushions and his legs spread, pushed out with his stomach muscles as
Brad, kneeling between his legs, placed the tip of his erect cock against
the boy's anus and pushed forward. The thirteen-year-old strained to
accept the long, thick cock of the older skater teen, and he closed his
eyes and pushed out with his abdomen with years of experience. Despite his
experience, he was still a tight fit, and Brad grunted and panted with the
exertion of forcing his thick dong up the boy's tight hole. Bobby clenched
his eyes and pushed out harder with eagerness and anticipation, and Brad
was rewarded with his sphincter stretching open and snapping shut behind
the rim of the boy's cockhead.
As Brad paused to catch his breath and allow the irritation about his
dickhead to subside, Bobby reached up and took the long, erect dick of the
seventeen-year-old boy's cousin in his hot hand and pulled it to his mouth.
Cal immediately shuffled into position on his hands and knees and Bobby
wiggled under him and bent his cock down and opened his mouth. As the ever
horny thirteen-year-old slipped his lips about the seventeen-year-old
pagan's cockhead, the older boy took Bobby's brother's cock in his mouth.
Brent, laying on the edge of the sofa on his side, reached down and ran his
fingers through the boy's hair as he felt his lips envelop his swollen cock
and slip over the knob and down the shaft. At the same time Billy, who had
snuggled in behind him on the sofa, wiggled into position so the tip of his
stiff cock was pressed against his beloved's anus, and grasping his
beloved's hips, he pressed forward as Brent pushed out with his abdominal
muscles. He gasped with pleasure as he felt his lover's knob pop inside
his rectum.
Twelve-year-old Erin had meanwhile knelt down on the floor before
Brent, and Brent now reached out and took the redheaded boy's cock in his
hand and began to lick the knob like he was licking a strawberry ice cream
cone. Benny, his five-and-three-quarter-inch cock jutting up in the air
like a horny satyr, knelt behind the twelve-year-old and wedged his
cockhead between his asscheeks. The boy immediately pushed out with his
abdomen, being no virgin despite his young age, and Benny eagerly pushed
forward, sinking his cock up the redheaded boy's tender butt.
Franklin, under Brett's guidance, stepped forward, and Benny, kneeling
there on the floor with his cock wedged up the ass of the redheaded
twelve-year-old, eagerly bent his head and took the stiff, slender dicklet
of the aroused eleven-year-old in his mouth.
Brett, at the same time, crouched down behind the youngster, and placed
the tip of his cock, slick with the boy's spittle from the sucking he'd
been giving it, against the boy's butthole.
Joey, who had been sucking on Bobby's nuts, took the
thirteen-year-old's once again stiff dicklet in his mouth and began sucking
on it as Benito, still kneeling behind him and now stiff also, aimed his
aching cock for the boy's butt. The fifteen-year-old American-Italian teen
had been messing around with the hot-looking twelve-year-old for some time,
and was hoping to convince him to join the Blackfalds Teen Coven. The two
had wanked each other and sucked each other for over half a year now, but
it was only this past month that Joey had given his prune to him. He now
grasped the young boy's hips firmly as he slowly sank his hard, hot cock up
the boy's tight hole, aided by his slenderness, the boy's eagerness to be
penetrated by him, and the boy's spittle coating his cock. The horny pagan
teen sighed with pleasure as he felt the younger boy's hot, moist hole
envelope his aching cock and he kissed the back of the boy's neck.
Joey sighed also, delighting in being penetrated by the older boy. To
have the boy sink his organ up his hole was, to him, the truest expression
of their love for each other, and he truly did love the fifteen-year-old
pagan boy. As he felt the boy's most precious and private organ penetrate
his body, he tightened his ass muscles about the boy's cock with love and
gratitude, knowing the pleasure he was bringing him, and resolving that
this night he'd ask if he could join the teen Blackfald Coven. At the same
time as he was being penetrated, he sucked deeply on the smooth, slender
cock in his mouth, knowing the pleasure that he was bringing the
thirteen-year- old stranger also. It did not matter that he and the boy
only met that evening. They were both boys, they both knew the pleasures of
having a cock, and they both knew the pleasure of sucking cock and being
sucked. Bringing pleasure, after all, was one of the things that this
evening was all about.
Brad would certainly agree with that. The seventeen-year-old boy
eased his stiff, aching cock in and out of his randy thirteen-year-old
partner, the pagan boy having experienced the good-looking, hazel-eyed
boy's charms last Ostara and knowing what a cock-hungry horndog he was. He
eased his cock in and out of the boy's hot, moist rectum, and he thrilled
as he felt Bobby eagerly working with him, squeezing his sphincter shut as
he eased his cock out, and then relaxing it and accepting him as he drove
it back in. As he looked into the boy's sparkling, hazel eyes, he knew
that the boy was getting as much pleasure out of having his ass fucked as
he was fucking it, and that doubled his pleasure.
Of everything that was happening to him at that moment, getting his
ass fucked was Bobby's greatest pleasure, though having his cocklet sucked
by the randy twelve-year-old stranger, and sucking on the hot, throbbing
cock of the seventeen-year-old stud kneeling over him were almost as great.
The thirteen-year-old squirmed and sucked hard on the thick, throbbing knob
in his mouth, delighting in feeling the long, thick cock easing in and out
of his rectum, thrusting deep into his body and then easing back out,
sending thrills through his sphincter and his prostate. He thrilled with
the delight of having a hot, moist mouth sucking on his dicklet and working
up and down the slender shaft and over his swollen knob, the fact that the
boy sucking on his cocklet was a year younger than himself making it all
the more erotic. And he sucked eagerly on the cock in his own mouth,
delighting in the physical and mental pleasure of sucking a hard, hot cock,
and delighting in the knowledge that the boy he was sucking off was sucking
off his older brother at the same time. A hot, hard cock throbbing up his
ass, a hard, hot cock throbbing in his mouth, and a hot, moist mouth
sucking on his own throbbing prick, life did not get any better.
Cal felt the same way as he felt the thirteen-year-old sucking on his
cock and as he sucked on the boy's older brother's stiff dick. The
youngster was a skilled cock sucker, and he delighted in the way the boy
sucked on his organ and worked his lips up and down the shaft, and the way
he was able to swirl his tongue around the knob in his mouth. He delighted
also in going down on the Oak King's impressive seven-and-a-half inch
cock. From the moment he'd seen him performing the role he knew he had to
sample that impressive dong, and have a hot, lustful session with the
effeminate, blond teenager at least once that night. That he'd be getting
blown by the teenager's kid brother while his cousin fucked the kid silly
he would never have dreamed, and now that it was happening, he could not
see how he would ever experience anything hotter, but then he was a loyal
follower of the Horned Lord, and the Horned Lord provided for his
followers. He certainly was that night.
Brent was thinking the same thoughts as he lay there on the sofa, a
handsome, muscular eighteen-year-old stud sucking on his stiff cock, his
lover working his cock in and out of his rectum, all three of them faithful
followers of the pagan way, and a hot, horny twelve-year-old kneeling
before him and offering his young cock to him. Cal was a hell of a looker,
and a skilled cock sucker besides, creating just the right amount of
suction and working his lips up and down his shaft in a slow, rhythmic
motion designed more to bring him pleasure than the boy sucking him. That
the horny stud was being sucked off by his kid brother while his kid
brother was being fucked by the boy's cousin added to the eroticism of the
moment. Having Billy playing with his nipples as he eased his cock in and
out of him only added to that eroticism.
No matter how often his lover fucked his ass, each time was like the very
first time he'd fucked him there in his bedroom, which seemed so long ago
now. Fucking was the ultimate expression of his love for the eccentric,
sensitive figure skater, and an expression of Billy's love for him. As for
the twelve- year-old he was sucking off, he had the impression that the
hot, redheaded youngster was Hermes's gift to him that night, and that the
boy would soon be joining the teen coven. He sucked on the youngster's
smooth, slender cocklet, determined to give the boy pleasure like he'd
never felt before.
It was Erin's intention to join the Blackfalds Teen Coven. Having
experienced Ostara and now Yule, he knew that this was the faith for him.
Of course he knew there was a lot more to being a pagan than having hot
orgies and celebrating the Sabbaths, but he also knew that was one of the
many rewards. As he came to know more about the craft, he knew he'd find
many other rewards. For now, having his cock sucked by none other than the
Oak King, and his butt fucked by a hot-looking teenage stud at the same
time, was reward enough. He shuddered with the pleasures rippling through
his body, his cocklet throbbing and the irritated knob sending ripples of
arousal through his loin, and at the same time, his stretched, irritated
anus throbbing with a very different pleasure, one which was still
relatively new to him, and something deep in his body sending a third set
of electric shocks though his loins each time the stiff cock up his ass
brushed against it.
Benny smiled each time the boy tensed, knowing that his cock was
stimulating the twelve- year-old boy's prostate. He grasped the
youngster's hips tightly as he worked his hips to and fro, delighting in
the pleasure pulsating through his cock as much as he was delighting in the
fact he was causing the boy he was fucking pleasure also. Having the hot,
moist asshole of a young boy enveloping your cock was a pleasure he knew
most boys did not know, and for that he felt sorry for them. Sucking cock
was another pleasure he knew many boys did not know, and he thanked
whatever gods were responsible for him not being one of them. Sucking the
young, slender cock of Franklin van Doran was bringing him a special
pleasure, a special pleasure because he knew the thrill he was giving the
young boy, a special pleasure because he remembered being eleven and how
mysterious and powerful those sensations were, and a special pleasure
because the boy and Sherry Anders were cousins. He wondered what Sherry
would think if she saw him sucking her young cousin's cock, and he wondered
what it would be like fucking Sherry Anders while sucking her cousin at the
same time. A shiver of pure arousal ran down his spine with the thought.
Young Franklin was thinking of many things at that moment, but his
cousin Sherry was not one of them. He'd participated in many pagan craft
rituals before, his parents and grandparents both being followers, but this
was the first time he'd been given free reign for the night, his parents
and grandparents feeling this was a special day, and that he was now old
enough to experience a Sabbath to the fullest. Now he was standing in a
room of eleven hot, horny boys including himself, getting his cock sucked
and his ass fucked, the first still relatively new for him, and the latter
being his first time ever. He'd finger fucked himself plenty of times
while he'd jacked himself off, and he'd experimented with various objects,
including the dildo he'd found in his parent's room, but nothing had
prepared him for the reality of a hard, hot cock up his rectum, especially
a long, thick cock the size of Brett Brewster's. The boy trembled with
pure ecstasy each time Brett sank his cock deep up the boy's butt, and he
trembled with pure ecstasy each time Brett withdrew until his
mushroom-capped knob stretched open his sphincter from the inside. He was
being fucked, and it was deliriously wicked.
Brett had seen the lust and the curiosity in the boy's eyes as the boy
had watched him play pool and later as the boy had fondled his organ, but
he had been hesitant to take the boy's prune when the boy had confessed to
him that he'd never been fucked, but wanted to try it that night, and
wanted it to be with him. The boy had admitted his fears regarding the
size of Brett's massive organ, but had assured him that was what he wanted.
The fact that the boy desperately wanted to lose his virginity that night,
and the fact that he knew how wild and how forceful guys could be once
under the influence of a Sabbat night, and especially when faced with a
cute eleven- year-old virgin, overcame Brett's hesitancy. The boy needed
someone who would be gentle, kind, and knowing, and he certainly did fit
that bill. And, it was not as if the boy had never had anything up his ass
prior to that night. Now, as he slowly and carefully worked his long,
thick cock in and out of the boy's tight hole, he was glad that he had
accepted the challenge. Taking the prune of an eleven-year-old boy was
hot, especially one as cute as Franklin van Doran, and especially the
cousin of Sherry Anders. Hearing the boy grunting and whimpering with the
exotic pleasure of being fucked, and feeling him squirming and bucking each
time the knob of his cock brushed against the youngster's sphincter left no
doubt in his mind that he'd made the right choice. As he trembled with the
pleasures pulsating through his asshole, Franklin was glad the gorgeous
stud had accepted the challenge also.
Bobby was the first to reach his orgasm, which was no surprise
considering he had a hot, throbbing cock up his ass, another in his mouth,
and a hot, horny preteen boy sucking his own aching organ, and that he was
on a raging hormone and sugar high besides. He bucked and twisted as his
orgasm hit, the shocks ripping up his tiny, four-and-a-half inch cock and
through his loins. His cocklet throbbed hotly in twelve-year-old Joey's
mouth, trying desperately to shoot out his nonexistent cum. Joey could
relate to that, the boy also still unable to squirt, and as he felt Bobby's
slender cocklet throbbing between his lips and as he saw Bobby begin to
jerk about uncontrollably, his own orgasm hit. The boy sucked even harder
on the stiff, throbbing tube in his mouth as his own body jerked with the
powerful shock of his dry orgasm, his own cocklet, being jerked by his best
buddy, who was also at the moment fucking his ass, throbbing and aching to
cum. Benito, feeling Joey's hot little cocklet pulsating in his hand and
seeing the boy begin to tremble, knew that he was having his orgasm, which
triggered his own. He squeezed the boy's burning little cocklet tightly as
he thrust his own cock up the boy's rectum and began to squirt his seed
deep up the boy's asshole.
Brad, knowing that Bobby was in the throes of his climax, and because
of that, reached his own orgasm, and he thrust his cock deep up the
twitching boy's rectum as he began to squirt out his own cum, shooting it
deep up the thirteen-year-old's hot, pulsating asshole. He grasped the
boy's smooth hips and he quivered and gasped as he shot off his load,
coming violently and copiously in a lustful burst of pure ecstasy. At the
same time his cousin reached his peak, and with a muffled warning to the
thirteen-year-old sucking on his cock with the strength of a vacuum
cleaner, he shot out his cum shot after rapid shot. Bobby eagerly drank
down the creamy teen juice, sucking and swallowing like a babe at his
mother's teat, and for Bobby, drinking the teenager's copious load of hot,
creamy cum was just as rewarding as it was for a baby sucking his mother's
breast.
Brent came also, filling Cal's mouth with his own thick teen juice,
and despite the number of times he'd already come that Solstice night, he
shot with just as much volume and with just as much force as the first
time. He quivered as he shot his load into the eighteen-year-old's mouth,
and he quivered as he felt his lover hold him tight and his lover's cock
begin squirting also. Billy lunged his cock deep up Brent's rectum as he
came, and he quivered with delight as he once again filled his beloved's
ass with his hot, thick. teenage load.
As Brent trembled with his orgasm, and that of Billy's, he felt the
slender cock in his mouth throb violently and as Erin quivered
uncontrollably and whimpered with pleasure he knew the twelve-year-old had
reached his own dry orgasm. The redheaded boy's green eyes shone like
emeralds as his cocklet burned and throbbed, sending spasms through his
young body and causing him to jerk uncontrollably. Benny meanwhile grasped
the boy's hips and plunged his cock deep up his rectum as he reached his
peak, and he inhaled sharply as he began to squirt out his seed deep up the
asshole of the twelve-year-old boy. He trembled with the delight of his
orgasm, and with the delight of shooting his juice up another boy's ass.
Franklin suddenly grasped Benny's head tightly as he felt that still
new and awesome twang deep in his groin, and he trembled and gasped as the
thrill of his dry orgasm shot up his smooth, slender dicklet and through
his hairless groin. As the same time Brett grasped his buttocks tightly
and the boy felt his rectum being flooded by hot, thick cum for the first
time in his young life. Another boy was shooting his stuff deep up his
ass, stuff that most boys shot up girls. He was shooting his hot, thick,
creamy juice up his asshole! That thought caused the eleven-year- old boy
to tremble and buck with even greater pleasure, impaling himself on Brett's
stiff, throbbing bone and then sliding up it in his ecstasy. Brett smiled
as the boy bucked and whimpered, knowing just how the boy was feeling as he
thought back years ago to the first time he'd ever had his butt filled with
cum. The seventeen-year-old Holly King closed his eyes and delighted in
the orgasm of his young partner, and in his own climax, his large nuts
drawn up tight under his throbbing cock.
The eleven boys lay or knelt there gasping and panting with their
orgasms, delighting in the pleasure passing through their groins, through
their blood-engorged cocks, and up their assholes, and delighting in
knowing that the boy they'd been engaging in sex with and the other nine
boys in the room were feeling the same pleasure. The room was filled with
the erotic fragrance of teen cum and boy sweat mixing and overpowering the
aroma of pine and cedar, of holly and poinsettia. They sucked in the
fragrant air, filling their young lungs with the essence of life and of
boyhood. One by one they disentangled and collapsed where they were, too
exhausted to move, too filled with pleasure to think of anything other than
the bliss that follows a boy's climax and the pleasures they'd just
experienced.
Later, as the full moon began its descent in the west and as the
slumbering boys snuggled up in each other's arms, the four Brewster
brothers stirred sleepily, vaguely aware their heads were resting on
another boy's naked body and another boy's head was resting on theirs and
that their limbs were entangled with someone else's. This had been one
fucking awesome holiday. They yawned and slumbering on, they dreamily
wondered what sort of year the Oak King would bring them, and confidently
concluded that no matter what, it would be filled with fun and adventure.
They stretched and drifted off back to sleep, vaguely aware of the music
drifting through the house. Or was it coming from up above?
Silent night, Solstice Night
All is calm, all is bright
Nature slumbers in forest and glen
Till in Springtime She wakes again
Sleeping spirits grow strong!
Sleeping spirits grow strong!
Silent night, Solstice Night
Silver moon shining bright
Snowfall blankets the slumbering Earth
Yule fires welcome the Sun's rebirth
Hark, the Light is reborn!
Hark, the Light is reborn!
Silent night, Solstice Night
Quiet rest til the Light
Turning ever the rolling Wheel
Brings the Winter to comfort and heal
Rest your spirit in peace!
Rest your spirit in peace!