Date: Sun, 24 Nov 2019 01:17:18 +0000 From: encolpius1@protonmail.com Subject: Devil Boys part 10 DEVIL BOYS By Encolpius DISLAIMER: This story is fiction. Any similarity to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. eal. Compliments, complaints, comments to Encolpius1@protonmail.com Remember to donate to Nifty. I have more stories to tell. TEN BUCK'S STORY The pool at Island House is packed. I have no idea of the count of the men here, more than two hundred easily. They know why they are here and I suspect the Professor knows too but he's playing possum as they say. Back in the day, all the Devil Boys were together all the time, almost every 4 weeks. It happens less now, partly because of us down here in Key West but even Ben in DC and Georgie in New Orleans make it so that it doesn't happen often. I know all the locals and there are contingents from other places. I see Ben across the pool, sitting on the side, talking to a quartet of men that he knows. They've come to see Devil Boys in action. The music from the cafe goes to standard gay music and the two TV monitors are playig music videos to match the music. The black boy that is one of the hosts -- lean and twinky and hung with a bright smile and winning manner -- stands at the head of the pool and begins to yell out "Hello, Island House Men! It's a hot naked Party!" The crowd roars back. The energy just got lifted. "And Devil Boys!" The crowd roared even louder. They figure they know "And maybe a surprise!" I look at him in disbelief from across the way. He knows better. He has an inverted tirangle with the Pride Colors on one hip and the interlocking male symbols on the other. Of course, you can get those anywhere but he earned his the right way. He knows better. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- There is a man up from the Tampa area who brought 3 boys with him. Two of them are my age, and one a lot younger. Ben, Georgie and Davey. Georgie is actually Donald's real life son. Skeeter told them about his vision and Ben laughed a little, saying that weird things happen on drugs. "But the idea isn't weird" I said. "You actually believe in Satan? A literal Satan?" "Not really" Ben said."It's just play acting" "But here's the thing. You're play acting in the universe that Molchos set. You instrinctively understand that everything he stands for - so-called God stands for - actually isn't anything you want to do. So, you'll embrace evil. What we are saying is that its the other way around. Adonis - Satan if you have to - is actually good and Molchos - God, Yahweh, Elohim, Ahuru-Mazda, whatever - is evil. Sex is good. Mind expanding drugs are good. Queer is good. Queer isn't just as good as straight.It's better." Ben nodded. "Yeah, queer is better. Fuck 'em, huh? They're the fucked up ones, not us. Cool" Men gathered and it was all men except for the 5 of us. Davey is small, short, has a high pitched voice, quiet around Ben, who he seems to adore and worship. Just a couple of weeks ago, I would have shocked. I'd have been shocked to be doing anything of the things I've done: sex with two other males, alcohol, marijauna, LSD. But definitely shocked about that. I guess I learned from Skeeter, and this is central to my new found faith, is that sex isn't bad. When it's dirty it's good but it's not bad. If everybody involved is doing what they want to do then it's not wrong. And even young kids have a right to be sexual if they want to. And Davey wants to. And, I have to admit, I think he's a cute kid and I will touch him and play with it. It's near Halloween and this is a big time for this small tribe. But they are about to learn a new way. "Take off your clothes" Big John says, standing on a bench in front of an altar "Nude only" It's still only very mildly cool at night and not unpleasant to be naked, at least in terms of the termparture. In the 2+ weeks I've been here, I've lost nearly 10 pounds and am stronger. It's farm work and healthy food. Plus, I want to. I want to be lean and sexy like Skeeter. I want to be desired. I'm not there yet but I will be. Even though I am self-conscious, I strip. Big John continued. "There is a new way. Let me tell you about the Great God Adonis, It is the male principle. The masculine. Powerful, muscular, erotic, bold. We are servants of Adonis. We are purely masculine. We embrace all forms of masculinity and all forms of queerness. We are not regulated or constrained by women. We do not have to control our sexuality. We fuck and we get fucked. We are men and boys. Snce we have given ourselves over totally to that principle, we are superior still to the men who have to debase themselves with pussy. If they have to, they have to. They are made that way. They are weaker. But we are not. When we are naked and when we fuck, we honor our God best" There was a murmuring of approval but not wild cheering. That's all right. They are going to respond to the knowledge that they are right and the whole world telling them that they are diseased and perverted are wrong. Big John took a large beer stein and took a swallow and said "To the Great God Adonis" When it came to me I could tell it was cherry flavored Kool Aid but bitter from the drug dissolved into it. "And this one here" Big John said, pointing to me "needs to be baptized into this faith. Baptized by cum and piss. But he has to cum three times" They were on me like wolves. But I was a predator too. I soon lost in my lust and wildness. I was being manhandled and I fought back. A mouth went on my erection and I shoved it in. I could feel hardness against my buttcheeks. I was forced to my knees. There were penises in front of me. I went for one and then another.I was being slapped with them. I would jerk two and suck one. A finger went up my butt. I sucked and I jerked. I was strapped to a cross in the shape of an X, hands and feet bound, and everyone who wanted came and sodomied me. They left there loads in me, I came the firtst time not even touching myself. i was put in a sling and there were more men. I came the second time when Skeeter jerked it out of me. The third time was when I blasted in little Davey's butt. He returned the favor by peeing on me. I was baptized into the faith I follow. The one I wanted, the one was I hungry for was Ben. The black hair swept forward in a stylish cut, green eyes, a few little freckles and I thought him insanely handsome. It may have been the drugs in my system but I was still ready. My butt was sore, true. A half dozen men had been in there and left their calling cards. But one more. Just one more. "You still horny?" I asked him. We were both still naked as the men loitered about, drinking and smoking marijauna, some of them fondling one another or making out. He wasn't erect, though. "I'm always horny" he said, looking at me. He reached down and rubbed his genitals. "You need one more to fuck you/?" "Yeah" I admitted. He was much hotter than me, lean and beatuful in a way I wasn't. "Suck me bitch" I got on my knees in front of his beautful cock, big and veiny, big testicles. I stiffen it up in my mouth. I am getting better at this all the time. Hw responds to it. He gets hard. I tug on his balls, big and beautfiul in relief against his lean, tight body. He moans, loudly. "Oh, wow! We're still going. Cool" Skeeter says loudly. "Never get enough" Skeeter starts kissing Ben and rubbing his body. Then Georgie gets into the action, getting behind Skeeter, pressed againsst his back, rubbing his torso.I'm hard too. I've ejaculated three times all ready and I want more. More, more, more. It must be the drugs. Davey comes over, his penis, small and thin, sticking up. 'Lemme" he says. I move over, now odd man out of this group scene but not for long. Skeeter comes overr, trailing Georgie. "You're still sticky": he said. "Yeah" "I like sticky" Then they are both on their knees going for me, licking the shaft and nibbling it with their lips. I can see Davey, his dick hard, as he blows Ben and he is doing it enthusiastically. I don't know how to process that exactly but he is clearly happy to be doing what he is doing. I was happy to have the boys doing to me what they were doing. A red haired boy and a sandy blond, both freckled. Skeeter took me down, all the way and my dick was sensitive, almost too sensitive, and I had to catch my breath. Some men, the adult men, came over, still naked too and stood there and watched, beginning to stroke their dicks, under the influence of the Erosia. But they didn't try to join in and I was glad of that. This was for the boys. I look at Ben. "Do you ... do you.. fuck Davey?" Ben chuckles. "He loves to be fucked, doncha Davey?" Davey comes off of his dick and looks up "Fuck my little hole" he says in a sing song "I'll fuck you and then we can both fuck him" Ben says. "Skeeter's gonna fuck me" Georgie said. I took Davey's thin erection in my mouth as Ben violated me back tthere doggy style. I loved it. I wanted it. I could feel him moving inside me, slding in and out of me. It felt great. I felt his hands on me body, hard thick hands, not sot. Even though I was in the passive position, I felt amazingly masculine. And that Davey was pumping himself into my mouth, even though it was far too small to fill up my mouth, was good too. "This what you want Buck? You want my big fat dick in your ass/" Ben snarled as he moved in me I didn't respond. Not verbally. I bucked back onto him, trying to drive him deeper inside me. I wanted it. I wanted it all. I could see off in my peripheral vision that Skeeter was doing to Georgie what Ben was doing to me. I could see that there were men masturbating watching us. I didn't care. I was lost in my pleasure. No, that's not true. Being watched made it better. Ben slapped my ass and the men jacking encouraged him to tear me up. That's what I wanted. I needed one more release. I wasn't quite hard but I was very sensitive to touch. I reached down and stroked myself as Ben did me but then he reached around and took over, stroking my penis as he pounded me. I just held on for dear life. One down there and one small one in my mouth. "Sit up" Ben told me. "Davey, let Buck fuck you" I straightened up and Ben never pulled out of me but Davey spun around and stuck his ass out, scooting back until he was underneath me. I grabbed myself amd guided it into him He wasn't as tight as I expected it, considering how small and firm his butt was. But as soon as I was in, he was slamming back on me. I'm caught between one behind and one in front and I am fine with that. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" Davey chanted. I wiggled and tried to move but I couldn't get the rhythm of doing the boy and Ben doing me. But then we sort of got it. I moved in and out of Davey enough to satisfy him and that meant I was sliding along Ben, satisfying him. I know I was satisfied. It's amazing. First of all, to be doing it with a young, hairless boy at all but also one that really really wants it. He was flailing at his small erection as he bucked back on to each stroke I gave him. We could have done it for hours. We were spent. Men slapped me on the behind and Davey too, I guess Ben. There were penises around and hot loads were dropped on me and on Davey. Davey was the first to orgasm even though he couldn't ejaculate. But then we were back to me and Ben. And he did me too. 'Fuck" Ben called out. "You like getting fucked, huh?" "Yeah" It was the right guy doing it and that mattered too. "Take my fucking dick" he said I had no choice to. He gave it to me. Even after I came, he kept on until he too drop a load and collapsed spent. Hail to the Great God Adonis. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the Roman Empure, after the death of the emperor Nero, order was restored by the Flavian Emperors but the last of tthem, Domitian, was a brutal and autocratic ruler. He was killed by his own gaurds and a bureaucratic functionary named Nerva was elevated to Emperor. He didn't rule for long and his reign was troubled but he was the first of the Five Good Emperors. They passed the Imperuim onto a soldier and politician that he had adopted in adulthood named Trajan. Trajan was the last of the expansionist emperors, conquering modern day Romania. He adopted his cousin Hadrian who succeeded him. Hadrian was gay. He was married but they had no children and he had a sting of boys and men as lovers. None were more important than Antonous. He was a boy from the Black Sea coast who fell into the Imperial retinue. The dates of his birth and much of his life is unknown but he may have first become a part of Hadrian life when was but 12 years old. When they first became lovers is unclear. Perhaps 12 or perhaps 14 or maybe later. But for several years, the boy was the Emperor's closest companion. The boy, by all accounts, was beautiful. The surviving statues are all of all of young, lithe, athletic man barely escaping the bonds of boyhood, pensive and sensual. They are stylized, of course, but reflecting a truth. Antonous was with Hadrian everywhere, even on his most manly jaunts, hunting and the like. He was with Hadrian when he hunted and killed the Marousian lion. But in Egypt, around the age of 20, Antonous died, drowned in the Nile. The details are lost and we don't know how or why. Murder? Suicide? Accidnet? Even human sacrifice has been offered. We do know that Hadrian was heart broken. Antonous was made a god and there was a wide ranging cult, mostly in Egupt, Africa and Asia Minor that worshipped him. Like the Egyptian god Osiris, he was seen as the symbol of death and resurrection. His cult would last 150 years until suppressed byt the ascendent Christians. They couldn't abide a pure love between a man and a boy, a love that was physical and emotional and spirtiual, one that captivates for a life time, even if monogamy isn't a goal. But isn't companionship in a cold dark world what we all want? This is what I believe.