Islechester 2. High Priest
By, Bald Hairy Man
This is a fantasy, for men, not kids, not for anyone who got to this site by accident, not expecting to find gay stories. No effort at realistic or safe sexual practices has been made. If you have any comments, pleases end them to me at bldhrymn@aol.com. Bldhrymn@yahoo.com or at bldhrymn@excite.com.
When I woke Almer was gone. I got into my vestments and wandered around the house. I felt there was a dichotomy between my elaborate vestments and the sexual romp of the night before. I felt like a sex pig priest. The barbarians didn't see it that way. They were differential and treated me as if I were an important person.
I expected to find the house looted and ruined, but it was in much better condition that I had guessed. Odinmer and Hulcemer found me and brought food. Hulcemer said he was going to stay in the house for the summer. That was why it looked better than I had thought. He must have stopped the looting.
I later discovered that my situation with the barbarians was much better that I had guessed. Hulcemer explained it all to me. Their religion worshipped a male fertility figure. The god was unnamed, but his image was of a bear with a huge erection. This was worshiped in drunken festivals that terminated in man to man sex.
At first I thought the chieftain was selected purely on the basis of cock size. The bear figurine with the erection was close to Hulcemer's physique and genital endowment. They believed that the exchange of man seed gave the strength of the fucker into the fuckee. They thought the seed was the ultimate gift of one man to another. The Chieftain had to be able to take the seed of his men.
"I love man seed." Hulcemer said. "But my love is nothing compared to your love of cock."
I had done two things. By using oil as a lubricant, I made intercourse intensely enjoyable. No man in the group was a virgin, but it had been an initiation ritual, to be endured rather than enjoyed. Now they could enjoy it.
By showing them how to suck cock, I made it possible to collect and exchange sperm in a new way. I thought I would be thought of as a sex pig. They actually thought of me as a seed receptacle who was strong and wise due to my remarkable ability to suck and fuck. I was linked to each of the men who had fucked me, or whom I had sucked. They knew I was a priest and this sexual prowess confirmed to them my semi divine status.
"If that is true, if the men were to screw each other, wouldn't they all become stronger?" I asked. "They could exchange all their virtues. You would have the strongest men in Germany." Hulcemer hadn't thought of that. I think he immediately realized the potential of the idea.
"It was never as good before as it was last night." he said in his poor Latin. He said something to Odinmer. Odinmer had been listening to our conversation and the Chief had been translating it to him. They had an extended conversation in their native tongue. Then Hulcemer turned back to me.
"We would fight as one if we shared our seed with our men." Hulcemer said. "Odinmer thought the gateway to paradise was through drink. He now knows it is through the cock. You are our guide." He gave me a bear hug and kissed me.
Suddenly I had changed from being a priest of Christ to a instructor in the worship of Priapus. I will say our Roman god was as mightily endowed as the German one. But I had no problem with that. Large cocks were an added attraction from my point of view.
The men left me alone for the rest of the day. Almer brought me food, but otherwise I was alone. I was in a total state of indecision. I was a priest and rightly attributed my salvation to divine intervention. Would I betray God by following the cock worship demanded by the tribe? Cock worship was definitely not part of Christian theology as far as I knew it.
However it did not disobey the Christ's demand to do unto others as you would have them do unto yourself. I was more than willing, eager even, to have them do to me what I did to them. It also seemed to me I was in good shape for most of the Ten Commandments.
Then I thought of the description of people having different skills, some preaching, some healing. Paul didn't specifically list being a sex pig in his list of skills, but I had never actually read the Bible, so it might be there. It just wasn't used as the subject for homilies much. Perhaps Paul just forgot to list it. I wasn't much of a scholar, but it seemed possible.
The sun was setting and I was contemplating the glory of the spectacular sun set over the sea when I realized I was meant to be here. By all rights, I should have been beheaded the day before, when the barbarians first broke into the house. Instead I was saved, stripped naked and served as a sexual plaything for thirty or so men. Most men would have died from this abuse, but I thrived. Clearly I was saved to bring salvation to this tribe. If man sex was the road to saving them, I was particularly well equipped to guide them.
I was on a high terrace and saw four ships at the island's moorings below. More men had landed. There was bellowing from the atrium and I went inside. Two identical men joined Hulcemer in the room. They were tall, blond, thin and muscular with long hair and drooping mustaches. They were perhaps 25.
"Priest! Come and meet my brothers, Dicmer and Balmer!" Hulcemer cried. One of them had a string of severed cocks hanging around his neck. The other had a necklace of balls. "They had a good trip!" Hulcemer said.
The new men looked at me suspiciously. I realized it would not be an easy task to save this tribe. Dicmer pulled a head out of a bag. Much to my surprise it was a barbarian head. Hulcemer and Odinmer burst out in laughter and congratulated the two men. The head must have belonged to an enemy of the tribe. I hoped the cock and ball necklaces were from the same source. It was easy to recognize a Roman head from a German one. The same didn't apply to the cocks.
Hulcemer looked at the cock necklace and asked a question. The cocks had been skewered through the piss slit to form something that looked like sausages. One complete cock and ball sack hung in the middle. That must have been the genitals of the severed head. Hulcemer asked me if I liked it.
"Cocks are better when they are hard!" I said. Everyone roared in laughter. The two twins knew some Latin too. Hulcemer called for some food and then sat down with the new arrivals and talked. I had heard some people speaking in their tongue in the markets of Londinium. I could pick out some words. The new men were Hulcemer's brothers, but I guessed they must have had a different mother. They looked nothing alike.
Almer came and hugged the men warmly. I wondered if he was a cousin, he looked like a larger version of the twins. When he saw the severed head he spit on it. He looked at the cock and seemed satisfied that this enemy of the tribe was good and dead. We ate and drank and then sang and talked.
Now Hulcemer was acting like the Lord of the Manor, showing his guests the wonders of the house. He was like anyone who had suddenly had good fortune and had moved from a hovel to a mansion. The bath was the high point of the tour. Hulcemer wanted me to show his brothers the water fall and then demonstrate the new sexual techniques. I was afraid we were going to repeat the orgy of the night before. I had enjoyed it, but was afraid my sexual enthusiasm had not recovered to it's full strength and I didn't want to offend the twin brothers.
Almer closed the doors to the baths leaving only Hulcemer, Odinmer and the twins in the room with me and him. It was soon clear Hulcemer wanted private lessons. This was fine with me. Five cocks were no challenge after the revels of the night before. The twins liked the water fall and we all joined them. It seemed this was a family affair and I was treated as an adopted member.
The twins were like little boys playing in the water. They gave Hulcemer their genital necklaces. He appreciated the gift. The severed members stood out on his black hairy pelt more than on the twin's pale bodies. I was convinced Almer was an older relative of the twins and suspected Odinmer was their uncle.
The twins were tall, muscular and thin. They had long blond hair and were covered in a downy coat of hair. Their cocks were long and emerged from a golden bush of pubic hair. Almer was perhaps ten years older, thicker, hairier and heavier. Odinmer was twenty years older, with a massive body and entirely covered in a tangled mass of gold hair. It was mixed with some white. The twins called him Gold Bear. Hulcemer was the Black Bear.
All naked, there was no shyness in any of the men. It seemed as if fondling a cock, or fingering an ass was as ordinary as patting a man on the back or shaking his hand. I knew man sex was a tribal ritual and I assumed it was done to carry on with the traditions and rituals of the tribe. It did not take me long to realize these men liked cock play for its own sake. There was no ritual here, only enjoyment.
There was no penetration either oral or anal. Apparently their normal sex games were touching and rubbing. Odinmer looked at the frolicking boys with approval. He glanced at me with a knowing look. He was anticipating the reaction of the twins to the new activities I had shown them the night before. We were sitting on the edge of the warm pool when Almer got out of the water and stood with his cock at my mouth level. I knew what he wanted and was more than pleased to do it for him.
He was soft and his entire penis fit easily in my mouth. I ran my tongue around the enshrouded cock head, then worked it into the pucker. I caressed his tender cock head inside the skin. In some ways, I was pleased Almer trusted me enough to put his cock in my mouth. Hulcemer came over and sat next to me watching my every movement. The necklace of severed cocks around his neck sent a shiver through my body. The cocks looked shriveled on his thick black pelt. I slipped and grabbed him, or rather his dong, for support. He was rock hard.
By this time Almer and I were just as hard. Hulcemer slowed me down and told me to go slow. "I want to see what you are doing." he said. The twins had joined us by this time. They were talking excitedly. Odinmer and the Chief were filling them in on what was going on. They too had never seen cock sucking before. They liked cocks and apparently did not mind castrating their enemies. Cock sucking was immediately appealing to them.
I was willing to give them a lesson, but Almer wasn't going to let me go before he had given me his seed. I felt him tense up, so I pulled back far enough that everyone could see him spurt and then watch me suck it in. He ejaculated twice, first with a small spurt, then with a flood. Everyone was silent, as if in awe. Then I swallowed him whole and enjoyed the rest of the meal with Almer ejaculating out of sight deep in my mouth.
It was the twin's turn now. They squabbled over who would go first. This amused everyone. I guessed the two had been squabbling like this for their entire lives. They were identical, so I don't know who was first, but they were not identical sexually. The first one took hold of my head and guided me to suck him the way he wanted. I am a fast learner and I drained his balls within a minute or two.
The other one just laid back and let me suck. He had a beautiful cock, full of man juices and it was a joy to suck. He was appreciative and responsive. Some men are like the cocks of marble statues. They just sit still until the orgasm, when you finally realize they enjoyed the experience. The second twin oozed and twitched and moaned. He was like playing a lyre. Every movement caused a response.
Odinmer stopped me and told me to get some oil. The second twin, who turned out to be Balmer, looked disappointed. I got the oil. Odinmer coated his cock. Hulcemer took some and oiled Balmer's ass. Balmer looked puzzled. Odinmer told Balmer to sit on his meat. Balmer didn't look that happy, but he obeyed.
The cock was sticking straight up in the air as Balmer sat on it. He had his back to Odinmer and faced me. I watched the expression on his face as the cock slid in. He was, concerned, surprised, then when the monster cock rammed his prostate, overwhelmed with sensation. I immediately returned to my sucking duties. Balmer was trying to do an ecstatic dance on Odinmer's cock, while trying to make sure his own cock was firmly in my mouth. I knew he wouldn't last long and he didn't. I took a few spurts, then let him go so he could spray the room with his seed. There was sperm everywhere. When the orgasm stopped, Balmer pivoted on the cock so he was facing Odinmer and then the two men hugged.
I had never seen a orgasm so spectacular, so total. The men looked awe struck. For cock worshipers the orgasm was a religious experience. As I got to know the men of the tribe, I found that while they were willing to anything sexual, they weren't imaginative. It hadn't occurred to them that two men could sexually service one. They had never used anything other than natural pre um to lubricate a cock before fucking.
For some men precum was enough, but being fucked by men who didn't leak much was an ordeal. I will say we Romans were much more imaginative, although the Greeks were master's of man sex and taught us much. The Greek attendants at the baths had given me lessons in sex and I had learned well. That had been a curse as a priest in Londinium, but a blessing here.
Hulcemer came over to me and I thought he wanted to be sucked. He shook his head. Then I thought he wanted to screw me. He shook it again.
"Afterwards, let us play alone." he said. I stroked his cock. It was half hard and oozing. "You need to show me how to do what you do." He was toying with the severed cock hanging from his neck. He noticed I was watching him do that. "Would you like it? he asked. "It is a great prize."
"No, Hulcemer." I said. "You deserve it. Cocks become you." I said it as something a man might say to his wife wearing beautiful jewelry. Hulcemer roared in laughter. He told everyone in the room what I had said and they too burst into laughter.
The twins had to return to their men. They took Almer with them leaving me alone with Odinmer and the Chieftain. Hulcemer wanted to learn how to suck cock. It didn't seem to me there was much to learn, but he wanted to do it just right. I was on a couch next to the pool and he sat on the floor looking intently at my cock. He touched it and pulled the skin back exposing my head. It was oozing a little and there was a bead of precum perched on my piss slit.
He stuck out his tongue and got nearer and nearer to my cock. The pink tongue looked virginal surrounded by his massive mustache and beard. His tongue and my cock head were exactly the same color. Suddenly Odinmer was beside him and their tongues touched the bead at the same time. I could almost feel Hulcemer relax as his got his first taste of man juice. I realized he was afraid. When Odinmer joined him and they jointly began to sample my meat, each man got bolder. Soon they were licking each side of my cock head.
I wondered how long they would cooperate. I suspected that Hulcemer's love of cock would take over and he would be deep throating me before the night was over. I was right. Soon Odinmer and I were on the bench and Hulcemer was sucking us both. Hulcemer didn't know anything about cock sucking, but he was a fast learner. He would suck me for a while and I would tell him what felt good. Then he would suck Odinmer and Odinmer would tell him if he was doing it right. For a man as interested in cock as the Chief was, he wasn't particularly logical in his approach. I knew where the most sensitive parts of the sex organ were and what stimulated it the most.
As far as the barbarian were concerned, I was a sex god who dispensed his blessings upon them. I figured this was a good position to be in for me and I explained every detail to Hulcemer who in turn explained it to Odinmer. I told him every cock didn't react the same way and you needed to experiment to find each man's magic places.
I demonstrated this by sucking the chieftain and licking the spot on the underside of his head where the thin web of skin connected the head to the foreskin. This was a good guess for a good spot from my experience. After two licks Hulcemer was on his way to heaven. I had never seen a man react so extravagantly. He moaned. He twitched. He oozed goblets of cock juice before he spewed his seed in glorious abundance.
Orgasms were a religious experience for the tribe and Hulcemer had just found god. After it was over he looked at me with something like awe. Odinmer had the same look. Sex was hidden, a secret to we Romans. It took place, hidden from view by anyone except for those who were dissolute libertines.
I found out this was true for the men and women in this tribe, but not for man to man sex. The women were sheltered and protected. Women of childbearing age were rare and fragile. The harsh climates of the barbarian lands and the equally harsh lives of this people killed a great many women before they were old enough to bear, or killed them in their first pregnancy. They tried to breed in mid summer so the child would be born in the spring.
Most sex, except at the breeding time, was man to man and was communal. It was to promote brotherhood. I guessed Odinmer and Hulcemer would have been lovers in the Roman sense, but the public nature of sex prevented jealousy and the ill feelings which developed from jealousy. The ecstasy felt by Hulcemer was vicariously shared by Odinmer.
The orgasm was so spectacular that I was turned on. This gave Odinmer the chance to suck me. He didn't need any lessons; he must have been born a natural cock sucker. The huge barbarian was as tender a cock master as one could wish for. He drank my seed as if it were a fine wine and milked my member like a calf at its mother's udder. We slept. When I woke the next morning Hulcemer had returned to my cock.