Date: Tue, 30 Oct 2007 11:16:42 -0000 From: Trefor Heywood Subject: THE WRITINGS OF PHALLIOS PART TWO Disclaimer: The characters in this story are not real and are entirely fictional. Nobody was harmed in the writing or conception of this story. This is a story of pure fiction made for the pleasures of English literature and sexual enjoyment. This story contains sexual encounters with boys below the age of consent in our society but not in theirs and it is not intended to encourage any illegal activity. It challenges many of the usual social and religious conventions but hopefully makes you think. If you are not allowed to read this type of material, or if you will be offended by it, please leave now. Otherwise please take this in the sense it was written and enjoy. The author welcomes any comments or correspondence at cleftref@btinternet.com . My thanks to all those who wrote to me about Part One. THE WRITINGS OF PHALLIOS PART TWO I, Phallios, High Priest of the Temple of Priapus on the island of Erotikos, continue my story. I did not think that it would be several months before I was able to continue my record, but the leisure of a High Priest can sometimes be rare and so it has proved. I could, perhaps have snatched a few minutes here and there but my thoughts would have been difficult to recall again, and I thought it best to wait until I had the leisure for more concentrated thought. I have, so far, explained some things about our history and ritual and how the delicate subject of reproduction is addressed. I have made references to my own personal history in those little digressions to which I can be subject but did manage to correct myself by deciding to hold back those details for a more convenient time and I suspect that now is as good a time as any other and that if I do not write this down now, that further delay may be incurred. I cannot help being conscious that this is for posterity and that centuries may elapse before my words are read and I shall have long been in the arms of Priapus in all his fullness with my ancestors and also with many of those who shall one day be my descendents also. But while Priapus grants us life we must do our best to serve Him and also make record of the time here that he gives us whilst that flame of memory is not yet extinguished. As our philosopher Skritos once taught, that whereas the Cock of an individual man is mortal and transient that Cock itself is eternal. But while that transient Cock is in existence it is so connected with the eternal that is itself a God. It is more than the man himself to whom it is connected and of which he claims ownership, it is his connection with the divine that we know as Priapus, our God. This connection I learned early and was considered to be so adept at it that I was set upon the path to Priesthood and in time to the supreme office that I now hold. Firstly I must apologise for a confused statement regarding my Father. When one is tired and writing under the dim light of torches a phrase might pass that could have been better written and when this was discovered when being copied for our archives it did not seem right to deface the parchment by the correction of either copy but rather that I should confess my simple error as I do now. I had written "My son, whom I also named Atrios after my father, is not in our Priestly orders." This would indicate that my father was also named Atrios which he was not. His name was Analios. I should rather have written "My son, who I also named Atrios as my father had named me." I beg the indulgence of my readers with regard to this error. My father, Analios, has been in the arms of Priapus for five years, his urn was placed in the sacred ground of the Olive Tree and the image of Priapus, our God, was erected upon it. It is not my destiny to lie there as High Priests are interred in special tombs behind the temple in stone sarcophagi. But let us not dwell upon the end of life but upon its beginning. I have described the process and rites involved in reproduction and birthing. It was thus that I was brought by my father from Natos to Erotikos some fifty four years ago, although, of course I have no remembrance of it. My father was a teacher who educated boys in our history and such science as we have as well as philosophy. Religious matters were, as they still are, the preserve of the Priests. He had just attained his eighteenth year when he fathered me by the methods and rites described in the former writing. He lived in a small stone house overlooking the sea, not on his own, but with three other youths to whom he was bound, two of whom had sons of their own. It was, if you will, a kind of family structure but with the obvious fact that it was an all male unit in our all male society. I feel that I should explain the word "bound." We have no marriage, indeed we are taught that as men we are lovers of all and belong to all, but within the broader context of our society we understand that there are special friendships that lead some to desire to live together and spend more time with. Those who desire this are united in a special ceremony to each other when their hands and Cocks are bound together with thread to symbolise this binding. There are no vows beyond declaring their special friendship love and no jealousy when they worship with others to whom they are not bound, as indeed they must as part of their religious duty. Nobody can be bound until their sixteenth year and they have performed their duty on Natos. It is their duty that qualifies them, not the outcome of it as that is in the hands of Priapus. >From that point on binding may be undertaken with any citizen of any age and numbers that may be bound are not fixed. The usual numbers will vary from three to six with four being the most popular arrangement. The binding may be unbound but this is in practice rare. Just as their reproduction is different, so it is for the Priests in their domestic arrangements. They live separately in community and are considered bound in a similar manner when they take their final vows. Any sons also live there, although no doubt due to the different methods employed to preserve their purity, these are rarer. Yet a High Priest lives apart and may have no such special friends to live with. He may select Priests upon a rota basis for companionship but can play no favourites. My early memories are very vague and I cannot go earlier than my third year. I have a memory of running around with my young companions near my home, tripping and falling, and hitting my head against a rock then a long blackness and emerging back into the light with my father and a medicine doctor leaning over me. The first thing that I saw, or maybe it was in a vision, was of an erect Phallus that was somehow enfolding me. I did not call it that of course, I did not have the vocabulary but I knew what it was. In our society nothing is hidden, childhood is not considered anything that is exempt from life, that requires special protection from our eyes, and hence we grow up accepting everything for what it is. Of course we have a natural curiosity and many questions which our answered within our family units or by our teachers. The vision was more than the Cocks around me – those of my father and of those to whom he was bound. I had no idea of what the vision meant but I told my father about it and he smiled whilst tenderly caressing my forehead with a wet cloth. He looked relieved that I had not come to greater harm but he also wondered why one so young should have had such a vision. I was put to bed and he came and sat by me and held my little hand. I felt surrounded by his love and as he kissed my face and my forehead and I revelled in it. "My beloved Atrios, my son, you should be more careful", the words reverberate across the years to me now. I remember how I asked him what I had seen when I came out of the blackness but I do not recall my own words, simple as they no doubt were. "You saw our God, my son." Our God. I had no concept of what it meant. I only knew simple things, the presence of my father and his bound-men and my playfellows. I knew I was given food and drink as I needed. I knew that they cleaned me after urination and defecation and bathed me and hugged me and kissed me. I knew the feeling of the sun upon me and the simple pleasures of play. I was learning words, finding ways of speaking through association of words. I could not speak words of more than two syllable and said (when I did at all) "Prapus" instead of Priapus. "God" and "Cock" were easier words to say. My companions were very close to me in age – Pratos who was a year older and Kyrenos who was a matter of weeks younger. Pratos thought of himself as the leader of our little group and indeed we looked up to him even though he was hardly taller and the image of our God between his legs was smaller than mine. Of course in boys it is only a matter of degree and of little consequence (until the stirring of our Gods begin) beyond the fascination of looking and comparing and in due course touching and feeling. Some of it was no doubt in imitation of what we saw my father and his bound lovers do among themselves – they never sought to hide anything from us nor to stifle our natural curiosity but nor did they involve us in it. I loved the delicious feeling I got when Pratos and Kyrenos touched My Cock and they loved it when I touched theirs; but more often we played our boyish games and wrestled and went for walks playing at re-enacting the adventurous stories of our ancient heroes or fighting battles with neighbouring boys. Then in his fifth year, Pratos had his first stirring and his little God Cock rose and became stiff and hard – it happened when I was touching it and even now I remember the look of pride and achievement on his sweet face. He went and showed it to my father and the others, (one of whom was his own father – Laktis), sporting it like a trophy and great was their rejoicing. They all knelt before him and reverently kissed it gently on the very tip with their lips as a sign or humility, joy and gratitude to Priapus. Kyrenos and I were also then invited to do the same which we did. I remember feeling so jealous at the time as well as happy for him. Kyrenos and I had to watch as he then knelt before their Cock Gods and kissed them, the first time he had ever been allowed to do so. For it is not until the stirring that such contact is permitted between men and boys. Before that they have Penis in common but not Phallus and it is Phallus that gives that new and special bond and connection between males. But it was not yet time for connections other than touching and kissing and therefore his company was still with we younger ones who could only look on his little hard Cock with awe and respect. Of course he loved to show it off at every opportunity to us and to the neighbouring boys who also had taken their turn to kneel and kiss it. But it was I who was privileged to touch it most. He seemed to know that I had the greatest fascination and interest and he loved the way my fingers caressed the shaft and especially the hooded head that he asked me to move up and down as he lay on his back with his eyes closed. My little fingers loved to play with the supple skin at the top as they gradually exposed the little purple Godhead inside and the little slit, his Eye of Priapus, with its slightly reddened edge. It was automatic that I should sail "Hail Cock, Hail Prapus" as I did so. He also like me to stroke and fondle his little boy nuts and I would spend hours using my hands on his genitals. My Father and the others would often watch and encourage me to gradually build up speed and demonstrate upon each other's huge (as they then appeared to me) Cocks and Balls. And then one day his Cock seemed to get harder and it throbbed and spasmed in my increasingly expert hands. Pratos let out a large moan and then his whole body shook and then went limp. I would have carried on but he told me to stop as it was now sore. He had experienced his first drycum, that divine moment of boy orgasm, the reward of Priapus. All who experience it never look back and only desire it more, that special sexual awakening that separates the baby from the man, albeit a man in embryo. Although to me it seemed an age, it was only some six months before Priapus showered the blessings of stirring upon me. I was playing with Pratos's Cock as usual when I felt a tingling in my loins and I looked down to see my boy Cock rising and I was feeling the joys of erection and hardness for the first time. No matter how many thousands of erections I have had since and all the Phallic joys that I have experienced, that first moment of stirring remains with me. Although I had an overhang of foreskin, it began to peel back as my erection strengthened and finished by nestling around my Eye of Priapus. I remember screaming with joy, Pratos sitting up and opening his eyes to be greeted by my boy Phallus, erect, proud and joyful. But what surprised him even more was the expression of bliss upon my face. He told me that it was as nothing he had ever seen and my father and the others confirmed it as they came rushing from where ever they had been at the noise. I stood up and displayed my proud little erection to them. I also shouted in my little high pitched boy voice praising "Prapus" for his gift. My father was the first to kneel and kiss it. I remember the touch of his lips even now and the look of pride and joy upon his face. Almost reluctantly he moved aside for Laktis to kiss it, followed by Kyrenos's father, Sarkis and then by Sodos, the only one in the household who had yet to produce a son, but who had recently returned from his second visit to Natos. Of course Pratos and Kyrenos then did the same, Pratos still hard despite his interrupted pleasuring. And then, oh joy of joys!, I knelt before my father and kissed his erect Phallus, that fount from whence I had come. The bond created by that kiss was strong and lasting, but that must keep for a later writing. I continued with the other Phallic kisses and then stood. Of the whole household only poor Kyrenos had a soft Cock and I felt sorry for him but knew it would not be long before he too would feel the stirring. We all went outside the house and shouted the joyous news and the neighbouring boys, my rivals in our war games and games of legend came out and worshipped my hard cock with their kisses. It felt so good as their boyish lips planted themselves upon my Godhead. Of course some of them sported erections of their own, having been through the stirring. The adult neighbours simply watched as they were not of our household and they would have to await their due time in a more formal ritual. Shouts of "Hail Priapus" rent the air and many of them were indeed also erect at the sight of my hard boy Cock and their Eyes of Priapus were glistening with his divine tears. After the joyful greetings we went back in the house. My father poured out some wine into earthenware cups and handed it round and we all drank. It was strong and went straight to my head but it made me merry rather than drunk and I lay down and asked Kyrenos if he would do to me what I had been doing to Pratos. He smiled and nodded and the thrill of his little hand as he touched my Phallus made it twitch and I gasped. I felt his fingers fondle the shaft and then gradually move upwards to the Godhead – I could call it that now it had been filled by Priapus into its erect glory. His fingers circled the ridge and then up to where my foreskin was drawn slightly back and lightly brushed against the Eye. I gasped at this first touch there and closed my eyes to pray to our God. The vision that I had on the day that I had fallen returned and this time I felt even more connected to it. I was older and now with the stirring how could I not feel the connection with more intensity? Kyrenos's little fingers encircled my Godhead and began to pull the foreskin up and down. At the same time I could feel the fingers of another hand lightly stroking my little ball sac. I felt transported to a special place only my Cock and Balls anchoring me to the earth and I was chanting "Prapus" over and over again. Before my inward eyes the huge Phallus and Balls filled me with love and the Eye was seeping. I longed to kiss it, to take the seeping on my little boy tongue and taste the goodness of my God. I felt a fire building up in my Cock, hot yet not burning, a simple feeling of tremendous pleasure that was getting better and better. Time had no meaning, only the joy of the moment, as if there was nothing but Priapus and myself, that we were communing and he was teaching me without words the essence of his being and mine. Of course I am using adult words to describe a boyhood experience; I did not have had the words in my simple vocabulary at that time but I knew that what I was experiencing was something wonderful, and spiritual. And then the supreme moment came. As I saw Priapus beginning to fountain forth his holy blessing I was doing that with him but whereas his Phallic juices were flowing thick and copious, so much so that I felt bathed in them, my first Cumming was dry. Yet my Cock was throbbing and pulsating and the divine moment of my first orgasm hit me with such force that I screamed and moaned at its intensity and then my whole body shook as the climactic moment of sheer ecstasy was replaced by one of soreness and fulfilment. As I opened my eyes the hands and fingers that had done their mighty work were removed. Both Kyrenos and Pratos were there and it was clear that the fingers of the latter had been rewarding my Balls for the ministrations that I had done upon him. And the rest of the household had been watching. But on their faces, (and it was the face of my father that I focused on most) there was not only a look of joy but of wonderment. It had not been so at Pratos's drycum - the joy yes, but not the wonderment. I was aware that I was trembling yet felt so happy and at peace. What had they seen whilst my eyes were closed and I was communing with Priapus? I did not ask and they did not say anything to me at that time. I felt my little cock subsiding back to its usual state and I was aware that I badly wanted to piss so I stood up and went outside to piss in the channel that carried it over the cliff and down to the sea. It always felt good to piss, but this felt even better than before. Since then I have often felt the need to piss shortly after Cumming but this is common with many men and boys. The hour has grown late and the reliving of memory has made me desire sleep. I thought that when I started these writings that it should be a short and quick enterprise and that my record would be swiftly completed. However the designs and intentions of men are not always those of Priapus and I must dance to his Muse. So, as I finish my silver goblet of wine I shall lay down my quill and prepare for sleep. My body servant, the young Priest, shall share my bed this night for warmth, for the nights are cool, but the memories have also inspired me and my Cock is raging so it may well be that Priapus delays our sleep as we worship him. Once again I pray for his blessings upon us all, he and I and all who shall read this. Hail Priapus!