Date: Tue, 05 Nov 2019 12:43:21 +0000 From: encolpius1@protonmail.com Subject: Devil Boys Part 5 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. FIVE SKEETER'S STORY The Professor isn't as shy as I thoought. He let me stroke his hard dick right there in the pool. I did it slowly, playing with his foreskin. "I've heard of the religion" he said. "Adonism. And the sex? Just gay sex?" "No. All sex can honor Him. But realistically for us, yeah, queer sex" "And the drugs?" I laugh. He could ask about underage boys. Queer high school and middle school boys form their own groups and lots of times they join up with our groups. The difference between the "real" Adonists and the wanna be's is that we have Erosia and they don't. Or more accurately, we have real Erosia and they use Red Anarchy or Green Anarchy instead. "Essential, Drugs are essential" "A religion based on psychedelic drugs?" "And Sex. It woudn't exist without them" The place is filling up as people staying at the Equator or New Orleans House filter in. Usually they stop selling day passes when they run out of lockers in the gym. Not today. The Devil Boys and Elders that traveled here have 3 poolside rooms. People can store their shit temporarily in there. The management knows the score. They too are Adonists. They have exra bartenders and they will make out well. It's going to be wild. ------------------------------------------- Back at Kingdom Farm, Big John gave me acid for the first time. It was still full light in the summer, hazy and humid and hot. Hot. A sauna. At first nothing. For a long while, nothing. I had anticipated it being like pot. You take a hit and you begin to be high. It wasn't like that. We were out on the porch, sitting. I was just in a pair of underwear. It was too hot for anything else. Slowly, though, things began to happen. Subtle at first. The colors were more vivid. Then solid things moved. And things happened that were not real. Not real in the sense that they do not exist but real in the sense of having been experienced are true. And I felt a body buzz from it.. We listened to music. Big John played the Allman Brothers, on vinyl, skips and hisses and it seemed more real that way. Over and over. I lost myself in Hot Lanta, in Whipping Post. I let the music blanket me. I let it flow over me. I let it comfort me, warm me. And I understood. I understood better than ever. It lasted for hours and hours. After the full force of it hit me and then ebbed back, it came in waves. It changed my life. I didn't talk to Big John about it for several days. I didn't feel like talking to him at the time. I needed to process. He let me figure it out on my own, which was cool, but he was happy when I told him I wanted to do it again and to try the other stuff he made too. And then he told me about The Gathering. The weekend nearest to the full moon. They worship Satan. "It's just play acting, of course. There is no Satan really" Big John "Yes there is" I said. Ever since the acid, I know. I knew for sure. I am convinced. "And he is beautiful" "You don't have to if you don't want to." "All men, no women?" "All men. All gay men. All men that will want you" "I want to" I said "Why wouldn't I? It's when I am fucking that I can feel the devil inside of me. I want that. I want it all the time:" "I think I may have created a monster" Big John said. "There'll be a couple of other boys. One your age, one younger, one older" "Cool" I said. "But you didn't create me. You helped me" Big John looked at me in the eye. "No, you're right. I didn't create the monster. You were going to be what you were going to be either way." I shrug. "You like doing it with me" "Such nasty thoughts you have" They began coming on Saturday afternoon. A silver haired man, buff and built though, driving a Mercedes convertible. A black guy, in dreads but dripping in jewelry. A guy that looked like a politician. A squared jawed younger guy that looked like he had been to gym pretty often. An Asian guy. None of them seemed like they were poor. Dasdy came and I greeted him with a smile. He gave my dick a tug as he hugged me. They greeted Big John with "Hail Satan" and ate the edibles he had made and drank fine whiskey. I got chatted up. Then a minivan pulled up. A middle aged man in blue work pants amd a blue shirt got out. There were three boys with him. Big John greeted him on the porch. "Hail Satan, Donald. I found a boy that will do well. Skeeter, this is Donald" "Hello" I said, aware that he was eyeing me. "Hail Satan, Skeeter. This is Davey" he said, nodding toward a young kid, short and skinny with brown hair and piercing blue eyes. "I'm Ben and this is Georgie" a uber cute guy around my age with black hair and freckles and green eyes said, pointing toward an older boy. Georgie, like Donald, was ginger. "You get fucked?" "Yeah" Ben smiled. "Cool. You're hot" "You are too" "Yeah" The four of us were undressed first. I didn't mind. Donald's boys were hot, even hairless Davey, and I was horny. Me and Davey were both hard but Ben and Georgie weren't. The men groped us a little but the Black Mass took place in the open rectangular building. We went over in a procession. Ben and Georgie led the way, naked Big John in a black jockstrap and and a leather vest followed and then me and Davey. Behind me were the men, naked underneath black robes. Metal was playing. There were monitor hanging from the ceiling, playing porn. Gay porn all four of them but one was doing kiddie porn. Bug John was the priest. "In the name of the Lord Satan and all the infernal demons, be welcome" "Hail Satan" the men roared. "May his dark energy flood you, his lust and chaos fill you": "And us all" they answered. Big John got a fruit jar full of moonshine and opened it. "Let this reflect who and what we are" Red headed Donald stepped forward. "Our Lord Satan, Our brother. Bless this small offering. We will praise you in our drunken revelry" Big John went through the small crowd flicking little droplet of liqour around before coming back and handing the jar to Davey. Davey, the youngest and littlest, drank a sip and handed it to Ben. The black haired hottie took a small gulp and passed it to me. I took as big as he did and regretted it. It was like fire going down. I glowed aferwards but it was the glowing embers of a destructive fire. BIg John at the front by a small altar. The men began to recite. "I confess to our Lord Satan and to you my brothers that I have sinned. I have sinned in my thoughts and in my actions. And regret it not" "Come forward my brothers and take communion" The boys went first and Big John placed a wafer in our mouth. Then the men. I ddn't think anything about it. :"Our first reading: Christianity set itself the goal of fulfilling man's unattainable desires, but for that very reason ignored his attainable desires. By promising man eternal life, it deprived him of temporal life, by teaching him to trust in God's help it took away his trust in his own powers; by giving him faith in a better life in heaven, it destroyed his faith in a better life on earth and his striving to attain such a life. Christianity gave man what his imagination desires, but for that very reason failed to give him what he really and truly desires." I could feel that things were different. I realized that I was coming up, just like with the acid but different. Not as intense I think and more of a body buzz. But things were more vivid, the colors more true. Everyting going on around me more interesting. I was hot and suddenly glad I was naked and not in a robe, even though I was hard. Even that made me proud. Ben stepped over to where I was and starting stroking me some. "Our second reading: Religion is based ... mainly upon fear ... fear of the mysterious, fear of defeat, fear of death. Fear is the parent of cruelty, and therefore it is no wonder if cruelty and religion have gone hand in hand. My own view on religion is that of Lucretius. I regard it as a disease born of fear and as a source of untold misery to the human race." Big John looked around, gauging his audience. "This one, Skeeter, is new. But he believes. He needs to be baptized into the service of the God he believes in, Satan. He needs to be baptized wiht jizz, with cum, with semen. He needs to be covered in it, And he needs to eat it. He needs to let it drip out of his ass and then when no one can cum again, little Davey can piss it all off of him" "You're gonna get fuuuuccckkked" Ben says laughing, shaking his cock at me, as the men descend on me like wolves. There are hands all over me. On my torso, my face, my ass, my dick. A face, scratchy with stubble was in my face. I open my mouth and we kiss, both of us urgently, passionately. I need it, he needs it, we need it. Bodies were pressed against mine. Hard dicks pushed up agsinst my body. Wave after wave of sensation, a body buzz, sweep over me and, in between, I am horny. Not just horny. Spectacularly horny. The borniest I have ever been. And I live horny. It's barely controllable. No, it's not controllable and I don't care. I need it. I'm pushed down on the ground and they gather around me, hard dicks everywhere. 7 grown men in a circle with two teenage boys and a hairless one. I go from one to the other, sucking and stroking, one to the other, white, black, younger, older. I suck one while another man slaps in the face with his hard dick, wanting me to move on to him, jealous. They are feeling the same thing I am. Time is beginning to have no meaning. Everything stands out in vivid releif. But they are as horny as me and Davey is pushed down to join in the sucking, speed things along. They split but it''s still 4 for me and 5 for Davey and no man is getting the satisfaction they need. While I know that I will drink or carry every load, I can't satisfy them all my self. The wildness has ebbed and we are in a plateau of lust. Ben, beautuful, hot Ben, sinks to his knees and the men rearrange for the new sucker. I have three men in front of me: a black guy, a white guy with cut cock and Donald. Georgie crowched behind me, pressed in, reaching around, trying to get to my hard dick to stroke. Is Donald their dad or not? Georgie's maybe but otherwise they don't look like him and they don't look alike. Maube they are like me, gay boys out in the world who found a man. Georgie takes the black guy and the white guy and I have Donald. I slurp on his dick and he shoves it deeper down my throat. I gag on it a little and come off it, stroking it with my spit as lube. "Suck it, boy. Suck it" Donald said. "Keep me hard. I'm going to fuck your ass" Men were moaning aroud me. Time had no meaning. I don't if I had been sucking off this man, a grown man and a keeper of boys, for just a second or for hours. It didn't matter. Only the pleasure matered. Now mattered. The men, and the boys too, began to gravitate back around me. Dicks slapped on the face, on the head and on the back. I went after Ben's dick - I admit I wanted him most of all - and Georgie's and Davey's little thing and the black guy, the cut white guy, all of them,. I went after them with greedy lust. Georgie was the first to blow. He coated my face with his jizz. It dripped off my chin. "Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him!" It was a chant. I had no option. I was swept along. I was picked up in strong arm and crrried, dropped on the bench. I got up on my hands and knees, ass out ready to get fucked. I don't know who sodomized me back there - it was grunts and groans - but it was the black guy, his dick sticking up and his big thick full balls, in front of me. I went after his dick like I was starving, drinking in his funky, earthy odor. It wasn't gentle back there. He was mad horny. He pounded my ass and I loved it. I wanted it hard and rough. Give it to me. My ass was alive. My dick was hard, harder than it had ever been. I sucked that fine cock in front of me. He moaned and shoved it in. I gagged again but went back for it. I was in a blind frenzy myself. Then I felt a hot load drup on my back. "Goddamn, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, kid" the black guy said "Go on, fuck me, you fucker. Fuck my goddamn ass" He was big and I beyond caring. He rammed it in. Fuck. "Goddamn" I cried out. "I need a dick!" Big John shoved his tool down my throat but the cut white guy wanted some love too. I did what I could, a starving boy shoveling food in my mouth. But I was getting lost in my lust and sensation. There was grunting and groaning going nn around me and I know I wasnn't the only boy that was getting it. Then the black guy came in my ass and it dripped out. The cut white guy turned me over and did my missionary. Like a porn star, he whipped it out and came on my abs. Big John came in my ass. Donald used those two loads for lube. When he was ready to cum, he took it out and shoved it down my throat and I drank his cum.Then another and another and I was dripping in semen. "When you're ready, you can fuck me" Ben whispered. I could only nod weakly. But first he pounded me. "I'm about to cum" I whispered. Putting me flat, he rode my dick, stroking himself until he unloaded hitting my chest and face. I pushed him off and came on myself. Davey stood over me and pisssed the cum away. Baptized in semen and piss. I'm the luckiest boy in the world. Hail Satan. It was later, when we recovered, that I fucked Ben. Just the two of us. It was nice. I came in his ass and he came in my mouth. ---------------------------------------------- This is the second vision. There was a male figure. Golden haired and long. Blue eyed. It was the one from a second ago, the boy was sure, but older, taller, filled out. His age. Very nearly grown. He was naked. "My brother had no right" he said. "I don't like being called fag" "You shouldn't" "I don't like having my mind messed with" The other boy smiled. "Well, that's not true. If it were, you would not be who you are. You are grasping at the truth and it annoys you that it isn't easily achieved. You want to understand but you are frustrated" "I think I am going to. Real soon" "Yes" the other boy said in agreement. "On more level and in more ways than you can imagine" The boy snorted. "Who do you think you are?" "Adonis" The boy was caught back "Like the Greek myth? The god?" "Yes" "So you're a God?" the boy asked in disbelief. "Is any of this real?" "It's all real, one way and another" Adonis said. The boy shook his head. Adonis moved toward him and put a hand on his face and another on on his chest. He leaned forward and kissed him. Tongues met. The boy backed up for a second. "When are you going to learn that depriving yourself of the pleasures of life doesn't make you more holy? That desire is normal and healthy? That the way to worship is to live and love? When?" "Now, I guess" the boy said. "I choose you for a reason." This is what I believe