This is the seventh part of The Novice story. The copyright statement at the end still applies.
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THE NOVICE - Part Seven
Paul became aware of the panting, the groans and the heavy breathing both from in front and behind him. He was also joining in the chorus himself, but with his mouth engaged around the Abbot's cock his noises were more of a quiet moaning, interspaced with a louder moan whenever one of Aidan's thrusts gave his prostate special pleasure.
He knew that both were approaching their climax through the medium of his body.
He wanted them to reach their climax, not because he was not totally and blissfully enjoying it but because of time, there was so much more to come in the rite and therefore they should not hold up the rest of the ceremony too long. He was already unaware, due to his reverie of remembrance how long he had been spitroasted for and could not judge whether it had been for five minutes or an hour. Whereas normally time was not the important factor, when over fifty brethren were waiting their part then time appeared to acquire more importance than normal.
They appeared to understand his wish. The Abbot shouted "Hallelujah" and climaxed, ejaculating squirts of warm and thick semen into Paul's mouth and the convulsions of his body were transmitted to Paul through the convulsions of his streaming cock. Paul greedily swallowed the white nectar and savoured the taste upon his tongue as he did so. His tastebuds detected the saltiness, the sweetness and the creaminess of it as it lubricated his mouth, his tongue and his throat.
Before the last drops had erupted from the spent and satisfied organ the cry of "Hallelujah" was likewise emitted like a cry of triumph from Aidan as his body convulsed in orgasm and Paul could detect the convulsions of that orgasm as Aidan's cock released its treasure into his guts and Aidan collapsed upon him, kissing his neck.
He then felt Aidan withdrawing and his ass ring closing together as the head of Aidan's cock emerged from the temple where it had worshipped. He opened his mouth for the Abbot to remove his cock also and visually checked that he had not missed any of the gift from the Abbot's balls. A small bubble of white seeped through the slit and Paul flicked his tongue gently to receive it.
"Amen," he said softly but the assembled brethren loudly echoed this.
The Abbot invited Paul to raise himself from his position of leaning across the altar. Paul stood upright and as he did so he was aware of Aidan appearing at the other side of the altar, his sated cock still displaying full erection, glistening in the light due to its coating of lubrication oil.
"This completes the first stage of the Rite of Holy Welcome brother Paul," Abbot Ignatius stated. "You have received of the Holy seed of your brethren in your mouth and your anus that you may commune with the divine nectar of life. My cock and the cock of Brother Aidan have borne witness to this and through our cocks our bodies and our spirits have communed with you and our Heavenly Father. Your body will now further become the altar of sacrifice to receive the Holy seed of your brethren here assembled, they will offer the fruit of their cocks and their balls to God through yourself that we may all be aware of our oneness with each other and that we may be encouraged in the love of our brethren. You are invited to lay yourself upon this altar of sacrifice and prepare yourself mentally, physically and spiritually for that role. Whilst you do so we will sing another hymn."
The organ struck up the opening notes and Paul recognised the tune well, it had often been used in church services he had attended but again, he knew the words would not be the familiar ones.
Oh worship the Lord in the beauty of horniness! Be naked before him, his Glory proclaim! With gold of our cocks and the incense of lustiness Be hard before him, the Lord is his name!
Be not as the ones whose joy cannot be fully free Who let inhibitions all get in their way, Who know not the joys of their cocks being used for Thee, Know not the blessings for those who are Gay!
Affirming the truths that we know of a certainty That God made us gay in his purpose and plan, So honour that gift in its use by affinity In cock and cum love of our fellow man!
Our bodies are temples for brethren to worship in Receiving the tribute from cocks that is due Is holy and right, it is loving and not a sin When done for his glory with heart that is true!
Our semen is shared with each other in brotherhood, Service and giving that all may be blessed, So cum ye, so cum ye, and give to the sexual good, The needs of your brethren to fulfil their quest
For meaning and truth. For their fullness of personhood, Of being God's sons who are proud to be gay, And happy to worship with heart mind and cock so good Knowing that man sex doth praise and doth pray
To him who created all things for our benefit For us to enjoy and to and give thanks to him for Enjoying our cocks in thanksgiving to him for it In loving our brethren we thus love God more!
Oh worship the Lord in the beauty of horniness! Be naked before him, his Glory proclaim! With gold of our cocks and the incense of lustiness Be hard before him, the Lord is his name!
During the singing Paul turned and hailed himself upon the altar. He raised his legs up so he was sitting upon it and positioned himself so that he could lay down full length upon it. As he lay down he felt the softness of a pillow of some kind that had been placed there to support his head and lift it up enough for him to be able to see along the length of his body. He could see his own stiff cock rising at an angle from his body, its head pointing towards him, and he placed his hands by his side and relaxed, gathering his thoughts upon what was to come.
He saw the Abbot using a censer to cense around the altar, or rather altars, the one the solid platform upon which he lay and the other the altar of his own body. The scented smell of the smoke filled his nostrils and was almost intoxicating, it reminded him so much of Sunday morning High Masses that he had attended but this was the first time he had encountered such a use of incense as this. He also noticed the cameras tracking around the altar following the Abbot being held by naked cameramen and wondered what they must be seeing in their viewfinders. No doubt at some later stage he would be able to view the results of their work, but for the moment he was the central actor in the sacred drama that was taking place. He had no doubt that it would be unlike any gay pornography he had ever seen before. Indeed it did not seem pornographic to Paul because it was over and beyond sexual titillation, more than guys just enjoying themselves and getting their rocks off whether as participants or viewers, more than just a celebration of male flesh with male flesh. It was the union of the physical with the spiritual, the two uniquely combined and made one, love lust praise and thanksgiving intertwined, not strangers at war with each other as it was in much of the outside world.
After his recent oral and anal exertions Paul now expected the next segment of the rite to be a lie back and enjoy it passive experience.
The first group of brethren were approaching the altar and began gathering around upon each side apart from the sides where his and feet head were. Obviously the focus of alignment was to be the trunk of his own body, from his chest to his cock and balls.
What appeared to be a forest of hard erect cocks confronted his vision, different shapes and sizes, some already glistening with precum, some lower and some higher depending on how tall their owner was.
He decided to count the cocks gather round his body, for some reason his focus was upon them rather than looking upwards to faces.
He counted ten, five upon each side.
Hand reached across his body to touch and fondle the cocks and the ballsacs upon their opposite sides and bodies leaned forward, Paul glimpsing heads coming together for deep tonguing and kissing.
It was an erotically charged vision and Paul felt his own cock hardening even more in response.
There was moaning and heavy breathing as hands began to masturbate the cocks they held. He had never seen such a vision, a sea, an ocean even of erect male members around his naked body, a totality of naked masculinity unashamed in its profusion, without barriers or pretence or evasion. There was only total honesty and revelation, love and lust and worship intertwined, intensely physical and spiritual all at the same moment. All the available words he could think of rolled through his mind - penis, dick, cock, phallus, willy etc, became almost a litany to be recited. The sight engaged his total attention.
He also became aware of the increasing sounds of friction, skin against skin and moans and gasps emitting from mouths and throats, signifying the pleasure that the possessors of their swollen organs were receiving, it was clearly not a Trappist order of silence.
And then the first cock shot forth its white load in a gushing torrent, a white foaming Niagara of ball juice, dropping onto his stomach, forming a lake in his navel. Paul was aware of the wet sensation upon his skin and the pressure as it landed.
Hallelujah rang out from all around to greet this manifestation. Heads and tongues came down to consume it but also fingers came down to harvest some of it and a hand carried its cargo towards Paul's face, an offering for him to accept should he desire.
And he was eager to do so - he opened his mouth and the white liquid nectar was dripped onto his eager and receptive tongue. It tasted heavenly and he licked the remaining drops from the fingers. The spent cock retreated and another fresh one took its place.
Clearly this was the pattern to be observed then - he too was to share in the white creamy bounty of orgasm as it was manifested.
Time seemed to have no meaning and Paul did not even count its passage by the number of ejaculations that spurted forth and landed upon the altar of his body. As each sample of white nectar was offered to his mouth he accepted it meekly and gratefully and savoured the varied tastes and consistencies. He was communing through the life force that was being surrendered in sacrifice upon the altar of his body and taking into himself the sacred energy it represented.
Never before had he seen so much semen at one time. Never before had he tasted so much semen at one time, three or four loads were the maximum he had experienced before in his sexual experiences.
But he had experienced an altar before and his mind reached back to that time in Alun's uncle's church when it had last occurred.
Paul and Alun had made regular visits to his Uncle Dafydd whenever his aunt was away. Although he no longer needed the vibrating dildos to relax him, he still enjoyed using them for variety and the stimulation that they gave. Alun had joked about his cock being redundant as far as Paul's ass was concerned which only inspired Paul to beg Alun to fuck him all the more and all the harder. He also eagerly yielded his ass to Fr Dafydd and sucked Alun's cock whilst he was being spit roasted. In fact they all took turns as to who did what.
But it was always in the Presbytery, although they worked their way through the different rooms. Paul had loved the shower room because of the way the shower hose could be used to spray his balls and his ass and produce an incredibly intense sensation.
In the shower, Fr Dafydd had also introduced the boys to what he called "watersports". Paul had never thought of this before, but he found it quite pleasant to be pissed on over his chest as he knelt, or over his cock and balls, or feel the warm liquid hitting the crack of his ass, and he secretly enjoyed the feeling of power when he did it in return. It was like an added extra that he could only link with the shower and was almost like a game distinguishing between the pee coming out of the slit of his cock and the water that ran over the shaft and cascaded from the end, intermixing their torrents forwards and downwards.
On one occasion Fr Dafydd had asked the boys if they objected to Mr Jones joining in their activities. Alun had of course discovered Fr Dafydd and Mr Jones having sex in the Presbytery, which had led to their current activities in the first place, he thought Mr Jones quite attractive for an older man and was intrigued by the idea.
Paul was not so certain. He had never had more than a threesome, and that was only when Fr Dafydd was included as the third, the rest of the time it was one on one with Alun and he felt nervous of yet another sexual partner being added. Like Alun, he did not find Mr Jones unattractive, but he could not claim to know him as Mr Jones had always left the church with the others after Holy Communion with the other worshippers. Paul concluded that Fr Dafydd had confided to Mr Jones who had no doubt been curious as to the visits that Paul and Alun made, especially as it had cut down on his own opportunities for sexual activity with Fr Dafydd.
What convinced him to go ahead was Fr Dafydd's suggestion that, instead of the Presbytery, they made it an act of worship in the church itself.
Paul could hardly believe his ears. In his mind the religious and the sexual had always been separated, they were separate worlds that had their own existence and whereas he had no problem with his faith and his sexuality, he had never thought of the two being used together at the same time and in the same place.
Fr Dafydd explained that it was a logical progression. If they believed that their homosexuality was a gift then why not worship and thank God for it by using it in his house as well as his sight? Their sexual activity was always in the sight of God, from whom no secrets are hidden anyway so why not make such a formal acknowledgement of what they believed was a sacred act by doing it in a sacred building? Why not offer their sexuality upon his altar, dance naked before him as King David had done and show their love for God by their love for their fellow man by celebrating the beauty of male-to-male sex in brotherhood and community?
The details of his memory were a little blurred, he could not remember all the words or every action but he did remember how wonderful it had been. The candles had been lit and the altar had been censed, as it would have been for a Mass. The church door had of course been locked after their entrance, which as far as they were aware, had been unobserved by any curious eyes. Dr Dafydd had not donned vestments for the censing and the four of them remained in their ordinary clothing whilst this was done. Hanging the thurible up on its usual hook, he invited them to stand, one at each corner of the altar and invited them to kiss the cloth that was laid upon it.
They all made the sign of the Cross as Fr Dafydd said "In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit."
"Brethren, we are gathered at the holy altar of God to offer thanks and praise and sacrifice with our hearts, our souls and our bodies in celebration of his gift of homosexuality. To praise unashamedly naked before him, sharing with each other our mouths, our cocks, our balls and asses, and producing from each other that holy life-giving essence of semen. Let us be naked before the Lord."
They had begun removing their clothes, following Fr Dafydd's lead until they stood only in their undergarments, their clothes being dropped to the floor and being allowed to lie where they fell.
Paul and Alun were wearing their favourite tight white tanga briefs that moulded around their bodies perfectly and revealed the outline of the packages within unmistakeably. They als0 outlined their buttocks and the cleft between. Father Dafydd was wearing looser and fuller cut white briefs and Mr Jones was wearing striped red and white boxers that gave little away regarding what hung underneath, there being a button across the fly to prevent escape.
He could remember also the way Fr Dafydd had invited him to remove Alun's tangas and also that Alun had done the same to him and that Fr David and Mr Jones had done the same with each other. He also remembered that they had danced naked seven times around the altar whilst Fr Dafydd recited one of the psalms but he could not remember which and that he and Mr Jones had stood against the altar whilst he and Alun had knelt down and sucked their cocks, swapping over as instructed. Then he and Alun had also stood against the altar whilst Fr Dafydd and Mr Jones did the same to them. Then Fr Dafydd had placed a chalice on the altar and they had mutually masturbated until they had all ejaculated into it. Wine had been added and they had knelt to receive it as Holy Cummunion as Fr Dafydd had termed it. Paul could remember the resonating energy he had felt from the experience and the cummunion. They had then said a prayer of thanksgiving and Fr Dafydd had administered a blessing after which they simply dressed and left the church in silence.
The acts of worship only occurred once after this as a parishioner had asked an innocent question about why they had been inside and locked the door. Fr Dafydd parried the question by explaining that they had been checking the church for signs of woodworm and it was safer to lock the door due to some necessary treatment. Although the parishioner was satisfied with the explanation, it was felt that discretion was the better part of valour and so they ceased using the church. Shortly after that Fr Dafydd was moved to another parish where it was not possible to have the necessary privacy as it was in a busy town and illness of his aunt also prevented her from going away upon her previous visits.
Paul and Alun had then found themselves with only each other. But within a couple of years they were being separated by distance and circumstance due to Paul's family moving away from the area. Their parting had been painful and tearful, Paul had felt that his world was collapsing and Alun appeared to have been similarly affected.
To begin with they had written to each other frequently, using guarded codes in their letters, and had also spoken on the telephone, again in guarded codes. The letters from Alun began to diminish in frequency and then stopped. A distraught Paul had attempted to find out why and then he discovered from another friend that Alun had enlisted in the Army. He later heard that Alun had married and was living somewhere in Scotland.
Alun would appear in his memories from time to time but as Paul encountered other men, Alun became less relevant to Paul's everyday life. He would not and could not ever forget him, but he could no longer dwell upon hopes of a future that included him. Perhaps, in a way, Alun had been one of the signposts in the path that had brought him to the Abbey but that signpost was now down on the horizon upon a pathway that could not be retraced.
And so the stream of cocks and cum continued and Paul continued to receive the pearly offerings, exalted and transfigured by the male vibrational energy of it all, time had no meaning and yet his body made no signals demanding nicotine. He felt himself in some blissful state, as if the hands and the tongues of angels were caressing his body and felt fully attuned to his situation. He only became aware that this part of the rite was at an end when the sea of cocks ebbed away and the last drops of cum touched his lips and tongue. Suddenly he was there alone on the altar and he knew that the climax of the rite was now approaching.
To be continued....
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