Date: Wed, 18 Jan 2006 00:09:45 EST
From: Ixtli@aol.com
Subject: Coming of Age

       The boy's skin felt so good pressed against the sun warmed stone.
He had discovered the strange black monument on a hill in the center of the
woods, and had immediately decided it would be the perfect place to spend
some quality time with himself.  He had ceremoniously removed his clothing
and piled it to the side before lowering his lithe body onto the warm
stone.  The sun beat upon him in a way that was definitely pleasant, and
seemed even to be slightly erotic.
       His hand found its way to his erection, and as he began to stroke
himself his body hummed with the heat of the sun, combined with the fire of
his lust.  He felt as if he was being watched, but strangely it didn't
bother him.  Rather, it added fuel to his fire.  He continued to stroke
himself, in an ecstatic state of phallic bliss, as the sun traveled the arc
of the sky.  Time had no importance.  All that mattered were the feelings
of warmth and pleasure spiraling through his body.
	But all things must come to an end, and as the sun began to sink
beneath the tops of the trees, and as the shade crept across his body, he
came, splashing his fiery seed across the dark stone as his body was
finally consumed; fuel for the fire of his lust.

	The firemen were baffled by the strange fire that had been burning
for weeks now.  A boy had gone missing, and in the search a strange
occurrence had been discovered.  In the center of a strange slab of dark
stone, placed upon a hill in a clearing in the center of the woods, a fire
was burning.  Despite the best attempts of the fire department, involving
countless gallons of water, the fire would not go out.  The boys clothes
had been discovered nearby and the authorities were fairly certain that the
fire had something to do with his disappearance.  After many attempts, the
firemen realized that the fire was inextinguishable, but they also realized
that it wasn't spreading.  Therefore, a new job was created: A group of
volunteer firemen to keep an eye on it at all times to make sure it didn't
begin to spread.

	"Get over here!" the fireman shouted; panic etching itself into the
edges of his voice.  The other four firemen ran to his side, and gaped in
shock.  The fire that had burned for months now had flared to many feet
high, and was now collapsing in upon itself, shaping and reshaping.  Soon,
the fire resembled a human body.  The eyes of the Fiery Being looked at the
firemen surrounding him, and his flaming lips curled into a compassionate
smile.
	"It is necessary," the Being of Fire said, in a voice that was not
one but many blending together in a dance of sound.  "But worry not; your
sacrifice will be rewarded."  At these words, the firemen sank to their
knees, crying out.  They tore at their clothes, eager to free their rising
serpents from the confinement of the baskets within their uniforms.  The
Fiery Being was a charmer, and as his voice rose in a chant of beauty
beyond human comprehension, the five swollen snakes succumbed to his
charming.  The night wore on, and the firemen writhed on the leafy ground,
their pleasure taking them beyond any ability or desire to speak.  And as
the sun crested the trees, burning away the final remnants of night, the
firemen came.  In unison, their come issued forth, and their bodies melted
into fire.  The five pools of flame began to flow up the stone made altar,
and as their bodies flowed into the Fiery Being, the fire that was his body
began to smooth and become solid.  Flame became bone, and flesh, and blood,
and the Fiery Being was no more.  Standing in his place was a boy with a
ranging erection, his youthful appearance betrayed by his ancient manner,
and the depth within the pools of his deep red eyes.
	The trees began to rustle, and the boy smiled as he looked around
at the spirits that had begun to gather around him.  "Who are you, and why
are you here?" the voice of a Tree Spirit called to him.
	"I am disappointed in you, spirit.  Have I been gone so long that
the forest has forgotten me?  I am he whose temple once stood proud and
tall in this very spot.  I am he whose presence here once and many times
more kept this forest safe from destruction.  Hear me, spirit.  Hear me,
spirits all.  The world Herself quivers at my awakening.  I am the God
Cinael.  I have returned to claim what is mine."  At these words a quiver
ran through the ranks of assembled spirits, as they remembered just who he
was.  The world trembled beneath them, and all spirits became aware of his
awakening.  Even some humans grasped the meaning as the ground beneath them
shook.
	"Yes, I thought you would remember," the God said softly, smiling
fondly at the assembled spirits.  "Remember this day, spirits, for this
world will hereafter never be the same.