Date: Wed, 25 Dec 2002 10:14:25 -0700 From: Dream Spinner Subject: "Yule" (t/t, m/f, t/b, f/f, incest) Caution/Welcome. This is a story involving four brothers, one-thirteen-year-old, one fifteen-year- old, and two recently turned seventeen-year-old twins, who celebrate the conception of the Child of Promise, the new Oak King, and recognize the love and support of family and friends this past year in the ancient pagan Sabbath of Yule. This story is posted at free gay adult story sites for adult entertainment only. Permission is not given to copy electronically nor in any other form for the purpose of redistribution or posting at sites other than those described here. This is the forty- fourth story in the Brewster boys special events and myths series. The Brewster brothers would like to remind everyone that unless you are trying to conceive or are capable of an annual death and rebirth, wear a condom. Praise, Yule blessings, comments from our pagan readers, and story ideas for 2003 can be sent to the author, J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com. THE BREWSTERS CELEBRATE YULE "You gotta be fucking kidding," observed thirteen-year-old Bobby. "No, I'm not," replied his older brother, seventeen-year-old Brent, looking over his shoulder before pulling into the left lane of traffic. "You can't have sex in the middle of a fucking forest in the middle of the fucking winter." "Well, first we aren't celebrating the Sabbath in the middle of Blackfald forest, and second, who says you can't have outdoor sex in the middle of the fucking winter?" "You kidding? You'll freeze your fucking nuts off!" "Yeah, well, just because it's a Sabbath don't mean we're gonna have sex anyway." "It don't?" asked Bobby in surprise. "Of course not. Having sex is just a small part of our ceremonies." "Then that suits Bobby. He's got a small part," observed Benny with a giggle. "Yeah, a real small part," agreed Brett with a grin, holding apart his thumb and index finger less than an inch as he turned and looked at his two brothers in the back seat. "Very funny," observed Bobby as he wrinkled up his nose at his brothers. "I'll have you know it's four and a half inches now, and getting bigger every day." "You should know. You're measuring it every day," joked Brent as he pulled into the mall parking lot. "From the way you're forever wanking on it I'm surprised you haven't worn it back down to an inch," observed Brett. "Anyway, with all that friction you should have no trouble keeping it warm in the middle of the coldest winter," giggled Benny. "Hell, you get it so hot you could probably use it to light the Yule log," joked Brent. "Do pagans have a Yule log?" "Sure. Actually a lot of Christmas traditions originally came from earlier pagan ceremonies and beliefs. Gift giving, feasting, decorating trees, decorating the home with holly, and even the birth of a child besides the Yule log." "Birth of a child?" Bobby asked in surprise. "So, you gonna come or not?" Brent asked as the boys piled out of the car. "Sure. But I ain't strippin' naked in no snow drift and freezing off my balls." "So we'll meet back at the car in exactly an hour," reminded Brent, who tended to be the more punctual and conscientious of the four. Bobby immediately headed to the Astro Arcade where he knew he'd find his best buddy and classmate, Aaron Porter, and one of his newest friends, Wong Soeng-Jung. Two events had cemented his friendship with Jung. The first was their mutual jerk off in Bobby's bedroom just over a month ago. Although he'd known about masturbation long before that, Jung had never had the courage to actually try it, nor a friend close enough to be with him as he engaged in the mysterious and awesome experience of self arousal for the first time. The second experience also had to do with courage. With Bobby's assistance and encouragement, he had carried out his idea on how the two of them could not only put an end to Scott Hurd's extortion of the elementary students next door to the Junior High, but also help the students get revenge for the past terrorization by the overweight bully. Seeing Scott squirming there on the bathroom floor with the dripping condoms filled with piss hanging above his body and hearing him agreeing to the demands of the elementary students he'd bullied had filled Jung's heart with joy. It was not just the satisfaction of seeing the bully get his just reward, but knowing that he'd had the courage to do something about Scott's bullying. He owed that to Bobby too, and having regained his confidence and his self-esteem, he would willingly do anything Bobby could ask. Of course Bobby had not asked for anything in return for just being a friend, but he'd been having these fantasies about himself, Aaron and Jung, and it would only be a matter of time. . . . Jung's older brother Wong Soeng-Zi felt the same way about Bobby's older brother, Benny. For one, thanks to Benny's tutoring, he was overcoming his difficulty with the very different teaching methodology in his new school and now joined in class discussions and debates with a feeling of confidence. Also, thanks to Benny's friendship, he was becoming more comfortable with the outgoing and open behaviour of his peers and feeling far less intimidated in their presence. Both had resulted in a tremendous improvement in his school marks, which in turn had resulted in a tremendous improvement in his self-esteem as once again he could be proud of his name, which meant "to have great intelligence". There was a second reason for his feelings toward Benny. On the same afternoon that Bobby had guided Jung through his first jerking session, Benny had introduced Zi to the fine pleasure of rimming. Of course the intense physical pleasure after five months of not having sex with another boy, combined with the powerful eroticism of being the object of a hot tonguing, was enough to endear him to his new friend. Of greater importance than the physical pleasure, however, was that Benny Brewster, who had dozens of good friends and was one of the more popular boys in grade ten, had chosen to be friends with him. Even if they had not engaged in sex he would have been enamoured with Benny. That was why he'd agreed with Benny's suggestion and was meeting with him after school that Thursday to go to the hairdresser in the mall and have his thick black hair, which he parted in the middle and combed to the short-trimmed sides, highlighted with copper undertones. It was totally by accident that the twins were also meeting one of the Wong brothers at the mall that day, the third and last of the brothers, Wong Soeng-Jan. Having earlier helped Brent pick out a birthday present for his boyfriend Billy, Jan had agreed to meet the twins at the mall to help them pick out Christmas gifts for their two boyfriends. A year younger than the twins, Jan was a grade lower and therefore in different classes than them with the exception of being in band classes with Brett and Brett's boyfriend Cam. A kind and loving boy, Jan seemed to be in tune with the twins who also had kind and caring personalities, which along with their fine looks, had resulted in them being considered effeminate by their classmates throughout their junior high and early high school years, and still were so considered by many. "Oh man, this is going to be like so perfect," Brent observed as the clerk wrapped up the gift he'd selected with Jan's help. "This has been the easiest Christmas shopping I've ever done," observed Brett, who had already made his selection for Cam, and who along with Brent had purchased a joint present for their parents, again both gifts having been found with Jan's assistance. "You sure have a knack for knowing just what to buy." He looked over at Jan. The boy was staring off into space, his mind clearly occupied with something. "Jan? Jan?" "Hmmm?" "What's wrong?" "Wrong? Nothing. Nothing is wrong." "You looked sad, and like you had something serious on your mind." "Oh. Well, it is my father." "Your father?" "Yes. He is the one who seems to have a lot on his mind lately, and sad. It has been a while since I have seen him smile." "That's too bad. What is the problem?" "I do not know. Of course I have asked him, being the number one son in our family, but he says it is nothing, but I know better." "Maybe our dad can talk to your dad and find out what's bothering him." "Yeah. Your dad's a doctor, right?" asked Brett. Jan nodded. "So like our dad can pretend to be sick or something and go see your dad, and he can say your dad's not looking so hot either, and they can start talking, you know?" "Thanks," Jan responded with an appreciative smile. "But my father would not so quickly open up to a stranger. And he would be very angry with me if he found out I said anything so personal about him. I am sure whatever it is he will solve it." "Sure. Probably. But if you ever need our help." "Thanks," Jan said appreciatively. "But what were you saying when I was so rudely not listening?" "I was saying how you have a real knack for picking out gifts. And I was gonna say you got awesome taste," added Brent. "It is not that difficult when you know what is in one's heart, and how one feels about another," Jan replied, bowing his head modestly. "From the comments you have made about your mother and father, it is clear how much you love them, and from all that you have said it is as if I've known them for years." With Jan's "Save the Children" fund-raising program, the twins had on more than one occasion mentioned their mother's extensive volunteering and fund-raising, and from his interests in animals and part time work at the vet clinic, they had told him about their father's responsibilities and innovations as Third Vice-President of WeCare Pet Supplies Limited. "It is also not that difficult when you know your boyfriend's interests and personalities so well." "I never realized just how much I do know about Billy until you asked me those questions about him," admitted Brent. "Nor I about Cam," agreed Brett. "You're cool the way you've accepted that we're gay and have boyfriends," Brent observed. "Not everyone is so understanding." "When two people love each other as deeply as each of you evidently love your boyfriends, how can such love be wrong?" "Like I said, you're way cool," repeated Brent. He wanted to reach over and hug the sixteen-year-old Chinese immigrant, but Crestview Heights was not yet that accepting. The three boys glanced at each other awkwardly. It was great being seventeen and filled with hopes and confidence, but at times, like at that moment, it was difficult. Too old to wrap their arms about each other and skip down the mall, and too young to shake hands and slap each other on the back, they fidgeted uncomfortably and glanced everywhere but at each other self-consciously. "Well, I gotta be going," Jan said, breaking the silence. "I got dogs to feed." "Yeah, we gotta get going to. We said we'd meet our brothers at five-thirty. Thanks for your help again." "Hey, my pleasure," Jan said with a slight oriental nod, and before they got into another embarrassing tongue-tied situation he turned and headed up the mall. "He's way cool," observed Brent as the two headed for the mall exit. "Yeah. Must be difficult coming from such a different culture and having to learn such a different language, especially when you're in high school." "Yeah. But he seems to have made friends. At least he's usually hanging with others." "He seems the type of guy that makes friends easy." "He's good looking besides." The twins thought about that as they approached the exit. Jan had high cheek bones, a flat nose, and puffy sacks under his eyes and a pouting mouth that gave his a sexy "come-thither" look, and a smooth tawny-coloured skin they'd love to have a chance caressing. His hair was thick and dark black and combed forward and to the sides to form curls above his thin, dark eyebrows. Each could not help wondering what it would be like to make out with him, and how Jan might feel about that as his repayment for his help. Just how gay-friendly was he? "I'm starving," observed Benny as they piled back into the Volkswagen. "I wonder what Mom's made for supper." "I dunno. I sort of feel like Chinese," observed Bobby with a twinkle in his eyes. The four brothers glanced at each other and burst out laughing. They were still laughing when they arrived home. "Well, we're in good spirits today," observed their father. "Oh yeah. We've had a great day." "I saw one of your teachers today." "Oh yeah? Which one?" "Your History teacher, Mister De Cazale." "Oh." "I ran into him over at the mall. He and his family are going to Europe over the Christmas break." "Yeah? Where?" "France." "I thought maybe it would be Transylvania," observed Bobby. "Why in Heaven's name Transylvania?" asked Brenda, the boys' mother as Bobby's brothers cast warning glances at him. "They just seem the type to like it there," observed Bobby, looking at his mother, and then his father and brothers with those big, innocent hazel eyes. Brenda and Barry looked at him, and then at his brothers. Benny, Brent and Brett all shrugged and rolled their eyes. "Well, anyway, he's quite concerned about his son Max." "Why?" asked Brenda. "Seems Max is having difficulty making friends, in and out of school. He's very self- conscious about being deaf and doesn't make friends easy. His father says he had a couple very close friends back where they came from and misses them terribly." "Where did they come from anyway?" Brenda asked. "You know, he never did say." 'Transylvania,' Bobby mouthed, giving his three brothers a knowing nod. "That's too bad about his son. He and his brother are very impressive looking boys, tall, good looking, and gorgeous hair," Brenda observed, having gorgeous hair herself, which the twins had inherited. "I understand they are excellent swimmers." "Oh yeah, they are," observed Brett. Their prowess on the Crestview Heights High School swim team was well known, and after having seen them at the swimming pool at the YMCA recreation centre, both he and his twin brother could not help having fantasies about the two tall, handsome brothers, and especially after seeing the ying-yang tattoos high up on their thighs near their crotches. "Are they in any of you boy's classes or clubs?" "The travel club," Brent replied. "Why?" "I was hoping perhaps one or both of you might be able to help. It has to be especially hard for the two boys to fit in being in their final year of school." "Maybe in the new year you could invite them to join you and your friends in some of your activities, make them feel welcome, find out what their interests are. Max seems particularly interested in animals." After having recently met the boys' most recent new friends, three polite and very nice Arabian boys, that their sons might be able to help the newcomers to Crescent Heights seemed logical to Barry and Brenda. "Especially bats I bet," observed Bobby. His brothers glanced at each other and rolled their eyes again as their parents once again looked at their fourth youngest curiously. Brenda and Barry knew their son well enough to know better than try to figure out his thinking. "So what is this celebration that Billy has invited you four out to next Saturday?" "Yule," replied Brent. "It is a celebration of the winter solstice." "Perhaps the De Cazale boys are interested in astronomy and could join you and Billy on one of these nature outings," suggested Brenda. It had been a logical conclusion, Bobby having mentioned after the Beltane celebration that they had been to Blackfalds forest and the outing had been all natural, meaning of course au naturel. The boys had made no effort to explain, nor correct the misconception. "Well, we won't be doing any astronomy exactly," Brent said evasively. His parents had been very good about accepting his admission to being gay, but he was not so sure they'd be as accepting about his craft leanings. "And where is this again?" "At these good friends of the Hollis's," replied Brent. "They own a ranch outside of town, a few miles west of the Woodward's place and south of where Beau Duke's father lives." The Woodwards his parents knew, having lived near the Brewsters but having moved out of town two years ago because they'd figured their son and daughter were being corrupted by the town environment. Neither of their children had wanted to make the move and had rebelled even more against their parent's strictness. Their son Jimmy was now fourteen and had been arrested several times for possession of pot, and their daughter, who was in the twins' class, was according to rumour known by half the boys in the grade twelve class, in the biblical sense of 'known'. Beau Duke his parents also knew, being in scouts, and on a couple occasions Barry or Brenda had taken him out to his father's ranch where he spent weekends after his mother and father had gotten divorced. "I'll be sure to get you their name and phone number." Before they knew it December the twenty-first had arrived and the four boys were picked up by the Hollis's and taken out to the section of land owned by the High Priest and High Priestess of the Blackfalds Coven where both the adult and teenage covens met on occasion. Their home was a huge, expensive, ranch-style single-level house built and designed for entertaining, which the couple did with both their pagan and non-pagan friends, being a rich and influential couple in the community. They were now retired and no longer ranched though they did keep a few horses. A creek ran behind the home, and a duck pond surrounded by trees on three sides was visible from the living room. Following a hearty and nutritious stew of beef and garden vegetables and homemade bread, they bundled up in their winter coats, scarves, hats and boots, and headed outside. It had been one of the mildest winters in a long time and the temperature during the day had hovered just above freezing, and now was just beginning to dip below the freezing point. There had been a light snowfall the day before, just enough to cover the hills and fields and give everything a fresh appearance. While some tobogganed on one of the hills near the house, some attempted to build snow forts and engaged in an impromptu snowball fight while others played fox and geese, a game in which they made a large circle in the snow with a number of spokes, and one of the players acted the role of fox and chased the others who were the geese along the path. It being Yule it got dark quickly, being the shortest day of the year, but it was only two days after the full moon and there was a cloudless sky so that despite nightfall it was still light outside, especially with the moon reflecting off the freshly fallen snow. The snow had been cleared off a section of the duck pond, and everyone donned skates and in pairs, singly and in groups skated about the pond. Billy had slipped back to the house and put on his latest skating costume, a violet cape, a shimmering silver-grey silk shirt which he left unbuttoned and a pair of black tights. Billy had won numerous local, state and zone competitions for his skating, and now performed for his favourite audience, his family and closest friends. With his thin, youthful face, the eyebrow ring and barbells in the bridge of his nose, flourescent purple gloss on his lips, neo-spiked white bleached hair, smooth thin chest, nipple rings, and strong, muscular thighs, the teenage boy cut a dashing, and interesting, figure as he glided, twirled, and leaped across the ice in an intricate and demanding dance of sou cows and triple axles. Brent noticed with pleasure that he'd worn for the night the delicate violet silk-paper earrings that he'd boughten him for his birthday with Jan's help, and the haematite bead choker and matching belt with silver pentangle clasps he'd gotten him for their love declaration last Ostara. Of course he himself was wearing the athame Billy had gifted him with on that occasion, and the turquoise earring and nipple ring Billy had given him for his recent birthday. Following Billy's performance, they climbed into three horse-drawn sleds and fortified with hot cocoa for the youngsters and mulled wine and cider for the adults, they headed off across the fields for a hay ride. Arriving back at the duck pond to a large, blazing bonfire and with the full moon rising in the sky, they were ready to begin the Yule ceremony. Billy and Brent had explained to Brent's brothers that Yule was the first of the solar festivals and the first Sabbat of the pagan new year, commemorating the birth of the Oak King, who represented the new year and the Divine Child, the newborn aspect of the Horned Lord, and the symbolic death of the Holly King, who represented the year now ending and the aging Horned Lord. They also explained that Yule was the time for each person to put aside the past issues and problems that had held him back and to begin the new year anew, reborn as the Horned Lord was reborn. It was also a time to honour the Triple Goddess, the Maiden, Mother, and Old Mother, the three forms of the Earth Goddess, and a time to celebrate the gifts of spiritual growth, support and understanding that family and friends had shown the past year, the reason why many covens invited family and friends to participate in this Sabbat. The area was cleared and sanctified about the altar, which was covered by a dark-green table cloth over which was a fine lace cloth. On the altar were the large white, red and green candles for the Triple Goddess and the large yellow candle for the Oak God, who also represented the Divine Child and the sun, the four small candles for the four Guardians of the Gates, and the ceremonial tools to be used during the ceremony, including a large, ornate silver tray with an embossed holly vine design and matching silver goblets. The members having grounded themselves, the High Priest and Priestess stepped forward to begin. "The Wheel turns, the seasons flow, and now, in the darkness of the year, we come to Yule," began the High Priest, wearing a light brown, fur-trimmed jacket to ward off the cold. "This day is the beginning and the end of the story of the Lord, and is graced by the presence of the Lady. It is at this time that the year is evenly divided between the phase of decrease and death and the phase of growth and increase. Light rolls into darkness, growth into harvest, the old year ends and the new year begins, light and warmth are at their lowest and as winter begins light and warmth begin to increase once again and it is the end of cold and dark. On this day the Lord dies and is reborn in the presence of the eternal Lady. Rejoice, for on this day the Child of Promise, the Child of Light, is born." "From the darkness is born the light, from the void fulfilment emerges. The darkest night of the year has arrived. Open now the door, and honour the darkness," said the High Priestess, dressed in a colourful woolen dress of red and green and a fur trimmed shawl. Facing the north God position where the boys' biology teacher, Anthony Kurtz was standing in a warm, double knit sweater the colour of his thick beard, she continued. "To the Holly King and the Oak Lord, the Watchtowers of the North and the elements of Earth, we call upon your wisdom, and summon your energy and love to witness this celebration of renewal, blessings of Yule and union of spirit. Awaken the land that now slumbers on this cold solstice night." Lighting the brown candle from the altar and giving it to him and sprinkling sand at his feet, she rang the bell she was holding and then turned to the east where there was standing a blue-eyed, flaxen-haired sixteen-year-old girl who was an obvious knock-out even bundled in her winter clothes. "To the Maiden Goddess of purity and virtue, the Watchtowers of the East and the elements of air, we call upon your wisdom and summon your energy for clear communication, divine knowledge and understanding between you and our inner spirit. May the elements of the crisp pine-scented air of this cold solstice night witness these ceremonies." Lighting the smaller yellow candle and a stick of pine incense from the altar and handing them both to the girl, she again rang the bell and then turned south where Mrs Hollis was standing. "To the Mother Goddess of nurturing and compassion, the Watchtowers of the South and the elements of Fire, we call upon your wisdom and summon your energy for purification of our mind, body and spirit and for the coming new year. We ask for your divine protection over all things that we bring forth for rebirth on this cold solstice night." Lighting the smaller red candle from the altar and giving it to Mrs Hollis and brandishing the blade of the athame she picked up off the altar in the flame, she rang the bell once again and then turned west. "To the Old Mother of wisdom and knowledge, the Watchtowers of the West and the elements of Water, we call upon your energy and summon your presence for knowledge and understanding of old lessons and deeds now past on this cold solstice night." Taking a pine sprig, she sprinkled water from the bowl being held by an elderly, white-haired woman, a relative and guest of one of the coven members from an out of state coven standing at the West Gate, lighted the blue candle from the altar, and rang the bell once more. Brent inhaled deeply as he, along with the others, prepared to call upon his spirit guide and his deity. "Iolair," he began, calling upon his chosen guide, the gold eagle, as he visualized the magnificent bird in his mind, "I call upon your guidance and love to assist me during this spiritual celebration, and to help me maintain my focus, energy and alignment for divine purpose and work this cold solstice night." As he lighted the violet candle he was carrying and placed it on the altar, the High Priest rang the bell twice. "I believe in the spiritual existence of myself as a perfect image of Hermes," he continued after the others had called upon their spirit guides, and as he spoke the name of his chosen deity he could not help but think of his experience that summer on Mount Olympus, and he could feel the presence and warmth of his deity embracing him and knew that he was there that night. "In this reflection that is my physical embodiment, I align myself and my faith in the supreme guidance of my soul with the ancient powers and wisdom of Hermes." He lighted his second candle and the High Priest rang the bell three times. As Billy stepped up behind him and called upon his god, Ganesha, Brent could see the elephant-headed Hindu god shimmering in and out of focus as the god joined with his petitioner and Brent's beloved. Both boys were wearing their usual school clothes, jeans, warm sweaters, and their school jerseys in the Crestview Heights High School colours of gold and black. Those who were within the circle, and many of those watching from the perimeter, dropped to their knees on the frozen ground. "We have come on this solstice evening to honour the new birth of the Oak King, and the gifts of wisdom acquired from lessons of the old year that was guided by the Holly King. We welcome and honour the Maiden as she prepares to be the Mother of the new sun, bringing in the new light of the world. Dark be my surroundings and cold be this night, but by thy labour, blessed mother, will be reborn the sacred light, the Child of Promise. The most honoured sun shall return with the sunrise again, and the two will be one," intoned the High Priestess as she lighted the three Goddess candles. "To the Holly King we offer our thanks and gratitude for this year now past; we give homage and thanks for the light you provided during our year of lessons and learning. We wish you a pleasant journey on your road to spirit. To the Oak King we give homage to your birth and rising of your spiritual light. We honour your coming gifts and thank you for brining new light onto our paths." Lighting the God candle, the High Priest rang the bell seven times. "The time of Winter has arrived," chanted the people within the circle. "The Wheel of the year has been turning and has brought us here to Yule, the end of darkness and beginning of light, the end of cold and the beginning of warmth." "The presence of the God and Goddess extend everywhere this cold solstice night, throughout the mystical spirit world and throughout this mortal world, penetrating all places and all spaces," observed the High Priestess. "Blessed Be," responded the coven members as they got to their feet. Although not craft members, many of those watching, Brent's three brothers included, could sense a difference in the cold night air, the presence of powerful and benevolent forces that took the bite out of the air and left one with a feeling of warmth and contentment as the full moon shone down upon the snowy landscape. It was a night of magic, a night to be remembered. Lighting one of the smudge sticks from the altar, the High Priest continued. "We offer this gift as a symbol of our love and thanks to the Holly King; We honour the Lord and his rays of light that brought forth our lessons and moments of learning for the year now past." Lowering the smudge and blowing out the flames, he raised the next smudge stick and lighting it and holding it high, he continued. "We share the fragrance of this offering with the Oak King and welcome his birth into the world." He lowered the smudge, blew it out, and set it in the bowl. Holding up in the air a large clear bowl of mixed seeds which had been gathered by the coven members, the High Priestess continued; "we give thanks for the unity of mind and spirit of the Maiden, we honour the Mother who brings new life to us through the birth of the new sun and Oak King, and we give homage to the Old Mother who provides us with the wisdom to see the past lessons and brings growth into the new year." Placing the bowl back on the altar, she rang the bell nine times. The High Priest next held up the silver platter upon which sat an ornate decanter with the same holly branch design and surrounded by small cakes and said, "On this night of Yule we come to honour the Kings of time and light. We offer these cakes made of apple and wheat and this wine made of grape as our gifts to the Kings, who are two and one." Ringing the bell three times, he walked about the circle counterclockwise and each member of the coven and their pagan guests visiting from other covens picked up one of the squares of apple cake, saying as he or she did so, "with the partaking of this cake I take into my body the essence of Yule, the passing of the Holly King and the rebirth of the Oak King. I align my spirit and soul with the physical well being of my body and mind." Holding up the decanter of wine, the High Priestess said, "we ask the Holly King and Old Mother to help us let go of our past deeds, mistakes, negative thoughts and actions. We ask the Oak King, the Maiden and the Mother to accept this wine as our offering of honour and pledge for positive thought and action for the birth of this new year." Each member of the coven drank half the wine poured into their silver goblets, saying, "with the partaking of this wine I take into my body the essence of the birth of spirit and sun, I align my soul with the balance and rejoining of our spiritual family." After the members had poured the rest of wine into the cauldron upon the altar, the High Priestess lighted it. As the wine evaporated into the ethers through the flames, each member contacted his or her chosen deity privately to ask for clarity of vision and a better understanding of past lessons. The High Priest continued. "As we honour the divine in this festival of birth, we ask forgiveness of ourselves for past indiscretions, negative thoughts and deeds. We ask our guides and divine forces to assist us in understanding the lessons that crossed our path, so that we might learn and move forward on our chosen path. We ask for help to let go of the past, the angers, the hurt and the guilt that have and are now holding us back from moving forward on our journey. We ask that our steps carry us forward, into forgiveness of ourselves, those we caused harm to and to those who caused harm to us. We give thanks for this time of rebirth for the guidance and understanding that have been brought to us through these divine lessons. We pledge our mind, body and action to living in the new light and in the presence of positive growth and spirit." Facing the altar with their hands together and open at top at the thumbs as if making a bowl, the coven members recited, "I thank the God, Goddess, Divine spirits and the Watchtowers of the four Corners for watching over this ceremony of Yule. By the light and love of All that Is, we honour the blessings we have received on this day. Many blessings to each and all as we walk along the path of enlightenment forever." "Blessed Be in this solstice of Yule," chorused the High Priest and Priestess together. "Blessed Be in this solstice of Yule," repeated the coven members. "On this Sabbath," the High Priest continued, "many of us have invited friends and family to join us in our celebration of rebirth and renewal to thank them for their support and so they may better understand our way. Our most sacred rituals invoke powers that only those who are trained in the craft may interact with safely and so must be performed in private and within the protected and blessed circle, but we are also of the belief that true understanding and acceptance can only be by the sharing of our knowledge and customs. It is the belief therefore of the coven members gathered here tonight, that there are certain rituals and practices that may be performed in public, and under certain circumstances and with proper care, may even be jointly participated in by craft and non-craft members within the rules that govern our faith. It is also our belief that in the mutual sharing of such rituals, we both inform and enlighten while at the same time reaffirm and remind ourselves of our faith. We have therefore included in tonight's ritual a special enactment in honour of our many friends and family members here tonight." So saying, he glanced out at those watching outside the circle. As a number of the boys moved toward the bonfire, the High Priest moved to the North Gate and stepping through it, prepared and sanctified a second circle connected by the gate and encircling the bonfire, a transitional circle that would allow coven members to leave the sacred circle and remain a part of it, and for their non-pagan participants to interact with them but remain outside the sanctity of the ritual circle. As he circled the bonfire, preparing the area, the group of teen and preteen boys who had moved toward the north end of the gathering, including Benny and Bobby to the surprise of their brothers, began to sing, their clear, young voices ringing through the crisp night air as the full moon shone down upon them. Oh, come, all ye faithful Gather round the Yule fire Oh, come ye, oh, come ye, To call the Sun! Fires within us Call the Fire above us O, come, let us invoke Him! O, come, let us invoke Him! O, come, let us invoke Him! Our Lord, the Sun! Yea, Lord, we greet Thee! Born again at Yuletime! Yule fires and candles flames Are lighted for You! Come to thy children Calling for thy blessing! O, come, let us invoke him! O, come let us invoke him! O, come let us invoke him! Our Lord, the Sun! "On this day we honour our Lord, the Sun, and celebrate the never-ending cycle of the Holly King and the Oak King. At this time we are forever mindful that watching over us as we celebrate is the eternal Goddess from whom life springs, the Triple Goddess, the Lover, the Mother, the Lady." Goddesses of the Solstice are we Bringers of the Star and the Tree Maiden, Mother, Crone uncover Winter's deep mystery. Oh, time of wisdom, time of light Time of Winter's darkest night Goddess hold me, Love enfold me Open me to Your light. Maiden of the darkness, I sing Underworlds of wisdom, I bring Seeking, learning, Kore returning Bearing the light of Spring. Demeter, the slumbering Earth Dreaming of the Daughter's rebirth Candles lighted, world united Knowing our own true worth. Lady of deepest wisdom, I dwell Deep in Time's mysterious well Dreaming, daring, teaching sharing Hecate's secret spell. "Born again at Solstice, the Sun God rules the Winter Skies, growing forever stronger as springtime approaches and the first flowers appear. With the Spring Equinox we celebrate the birth and the purity of the Maiden and the violent passion of youth," recited the High Priestess. Stepping out from behind the bonfire, one of the boys' classmates, CHHS cheerleader and teen coven member, Sherry Anders, seemed to glide across the green carpet that had been laid out on the ground. Having changed out of her winter clothes and now wearing a sheer, see-through silk gown of pale green with embroidered spring flowers and on her head a wreath made out of silk Lilies of the Valley, she dropped her flimsy gown as the High Priestess continued. "Come May and Beltane the Lord and Lady court with increasing love and the land is covered by a green mantle and budding flowers. Though the heat of summer they court and their love and desire grow as we celebrate the summer solstice." As Sherry slowly caressed her young and full breasts and ran her hands along her thighs and up to her crotch, you could sense her lust and desire, and it was not just her desire that was growing as men, boys, women and girls all watched, the males fantasizing what they knew would not be, given that the sixteen-year-old girl had eyes only for other girls, and the females all considering what might happen that night. "Continuing the cycle, the Summer King reaches his prime," the High Priestess continued, and Sherry's father stepped out from behind the bonfire. The forty-three-year-old construction worker was wearing a green cloak with gold trim which he allowed to drop, revealing a muscular, hirsute body and a good-sized, circumcised dong. "As we arrive at Lammas, his power and influence begins to decline with the declining light, and in his maturity he mates with the Mother, whose life and nurturing we celebrate. The Goddess Mother takes him in her arms and in her womb, accepting his life seed and his death." As the High Priestess spoke Sherry's mother stepped out from behind the bonfire, and walking over to her husband, she dropped her robe and embraced him, wearing only the wreath of red roses in her hair. At forty-one her body had taken on the roundness and fullness of maturity but it was evident where Sherry got her beauty from. As she slipped her arms about her husband, he embraced her and the two kissed. He ran his hands over her buttocks and caressed them and she caressed his back. He kissed her cheeks and neck, and caressed her breasts as she caressed his backside, and as he began to kiss and nibble on her breasts, his cock began to swell, as did the cocks of a number of those watching. As the two began to make more passionate love before the bonfire, the choir sang again. Hail, hail, hail to the Earth below Mother of all life upon her, and the source of all we know Hail, hail, hail to the Sun above Our Lord the Sun is born again, the source of Light and Love. Come the time of First Fruits the Sun God then his strength has spent the essence of his being Flows forth, as through a rent. Then begins the Autumn His Mother, Night weeps out her rains And taking him within her The cycle starts again. With laugher and with feasting Through the growing Winter's night The Lady grows to Solstice, The rebirth of the Light. Watch her swelling belly As Night spreads through the skies The Lady of the Winter, The Moon between her thighs. By this time Mister Anders was fully erect and he and his wife laid down on the bales of hay placed before the fire and covered with several thick blankets. As she spread and raised her legs, he knelt down between them, and there before the congregation and their guests, and before their daughter now vigorously working her fingers up and down her labia as she watched her parents, husband and wife joined. As he began a rhythmic thrusting and withdrawing, the High Priestess resumed. "The fall equinox approaches and the length of day is equal to the length of night, reminding us again of the cycle of life, and as the length of day grows shorter, reminding us of the approaching winter. The Goddess Mother grows and matures in this never-ending cycle and becomes the Old Mother, guiding us now with her vast knowledge and wisdom." Stepping out from behind the bonfire, a woman in her late sixties in a snow white grown sparkling with silver glitter slowly walked up to Sherry. Wearing a wreath of holly and pine and a thin green robe with ruffles and a white fur trim, she smiled out at those watching as she dropped her robe. Her breasts were drooping but were still full, and her body reflected the grace and mature beauty that comes with age. Her wrinkles and sagging breasts added to her dignity and grace. As she and Sherry stood there side by side, totally naked, their resemblance to each other, and to Sherry's mother, became more noticeable and a whisper wove through the crowd announcing that they were granddaughter and grandmother. The two kissed and embraced and begin to caress each other. The older woman ran her long, thin fingers over the smooth, firm buttocks of the younger, and Sherry gently caressed her grandmother's wider, plumper backside. The two women pressed their bodies together as their passions rose, the teenager's firm, full breasts pressing against the soft, drooping breasts of the older woman. As Sherry bent her knees, she kissed her grandmother's neck and clavicle and then one breast and then the other. She sucked on the older woman's dugs, and the older woman threw back her head in obvious pleasure as her granddaughter sucked eagerly on one teat and then the other. They then reversed their roles, the grandmother kissing and licking her granddaughter's boobs. Several of the men reached down and adjusted the bulge that had arisen in their trousers, and several of the women reached down to stroke themselves as they watched. A number of the youngsters in the watching crowd, both boys and girls, stood wide-eyed with wonder at their first sight of two women making love and with the realization that sexual lust knew no age restrictions. Beside the two women on the bed of hay bales, the one's father and the other's daughter were now gasping and twisting in ecstasy as they thrust their hips against each other. Karl Anders drove his hot, aching cock deep up his wife's hot, moist pussy, and she clenched it tight about her husband's stiff cock as he withdrew it. She was not oblivious to the fact she was being watched by her daughter and mother, just as her husband was not unaware that his daughter and mother- in-law were watching him. This was Yule, a time of celebration and honouring the Goddesses, and they were proud to have been asked to be part of the ceremony. Being watched by Sherry and her grandmother added to the eroticism of the night. Husband and wife were not unaware of what the two women were doing either. Having aroused each other, the two had slipped their fingers up the moist, lubricated canals between each other's legs, and were now slowly easing their fingers in and out of each other's hot, dripping pussies, pleasing each other in that secret and age-old act known around the world. Their panting and sighing became louder as they felt themselves approaching their orgasms, fully aware they were also being watched by the mother/daughter father/son-in-law couple humping beside them, and which had heightened their arousal and their pleasure. It was Yule, a time for honouring the Triple Goddess The four before the bonfire were not the only ones squirming with arousal and with hot, dripping loins. There was more than one who had reached down to satisfy that itch, from eleven- year-old schoolgirls and schoolboys to great grandparents in their late seventies, both in the circle in those on the outside watching. The breathing of the four people before the bonfire grew more laboured as they approached their climax, the two women now finger fucking each other furiously, working their cunt-juice lubed fingers in and out of each other's hot, throbbing pussies, and the husband and wife clenching each other as with each deep thrust they were drawn closer to their orgasm. They all peaked within seconds of each other, and as they clenched each other in that little death and in obvious delight, the choir began anew. Hail, hail, hail to the Earth below Mother of all life upon her, and the source of all we know Hail, hail, hail to the Sun above Our Lord the Sun is born again, the source of Light and Love. Through the Lady's Labours On this longest Winter's Night comes the Growing Sun God The rebirth of the Light! Dark the night has gripped us Through the building Winter's cold So round the fires we gather As in days of old. From the crackling fire Watch the sparks leap to the sky Conjuring the Sun King To once again ride high. Hail, hail, hail to the Earth below Mother of all life upon her, and the source of all we know Hail, hail, hail to the Sun above Our Lord the Sun is born again, the source of Light and Love. Drained but still flying high, the four Anders moved into the inner circle, three of them being members of the Blackfald Coven, and Sherry's grandmother, who was visiting for Christmas, being a member of a coven back in Florida along with her husband who was now embracing his spent wife in loving support. As they joined the others, the High Priest stepped forward. "Our God is the Lord of the Wood, known by many names throughout time and by different peoples. Cernunnos, The Green Man, Lord of the Wild Hunt, Belinus, the Sun-God. He rules the seasons. At Yule he is a new babe, the embodiment of innocence and joy. At Ostara he is a green, flourishing youth, and on Beltane he is a young man who takes the Goddess as his bride. At Midsummer he consummates his marriage in a union so complete it becomes a death and he sleeps until at Yule he is born again." Tossing a powder on the bonfire which caused it to spark furiously and the scent of pine to drift through the still night air, the High Priest stepped back and announced, "Behold the Holly King!" A slender, naked youth stepped out from behind the bonfire in an open, ankle-long cloak of shimmering black with a red underlining and a green trim and flecked with gold, a wreath of holly about his head, and shining sword hanging from his belt. Standing at five-foot-eight-and-a- half and weighing a hundred-and-thirty-eight pounds, his long, jet black locks curling down to his nipples and extending down his back, and his slender teenage body tanned a dark brown, he was a handsome, athletic-looking boy, the type of youth ancient Roman and Greek sculptors would have used as a model. His long, uncut member hung down between his legs over two impressive low- hung balls, the envy of every man and boy watching. He stared out at the coven members and at the invited crowd with deep blue eyes, a slight, knowing smile on his face. Oh, my brother be wary, I'll not easily die, Though the season is turning, And the sun is sae high. My sword, it is heavy, My arms, they are cold. Though the raven is calling, I'll do battle sae bold. My shield, it is broken, Like the covenant sworn, 'Twixt the gods and my mother, On the day I was born. They promised her truly, That I would not die, 'Till the sun stood quite still, In the Solstice Day sky. The raven is calling With her black mocking voice. I would not heed it, But she leaves me no choice, She sings as she flies, Across the sun's face, And the shadow, it falls, On this very place. Brent stared in surprise at his twin brother, his hair dyed black and his body stained a dark tea-brown. He had not noticed him slip away during the latter part of the ritual to change out of his winter clothes and to dye his hair and body. He'd had no idea that Billy and the High Priest had approached him to take part in this Yule enactment, nor that he'd been practising for the past month while pretending to be debating if he'd come to the ritual. A warmth glowed from the seventeen-year-old's heart as he stared at his brother standing there resplendent in this robes, his stained body reflecting the flames of the bonfire, and the bond between the two grew still stronger. "The Holly King, Lord of the Winterwood, Cronos, Father Time, Grandfather Frost, Wotan, Thor, the darksome twin of the waning year. He rules from Midsummer to Midwinter. In his reign the land, rich and bountiful, grows cold and dark, the planting rewarded with the harvest as his faithful companion, the Wren, watches on. He is withdrawal, lessons, life and rest, reflected by his colours, black, red, green and gold." Tossing another handful of the powder onto the fire, he again stepped back, and as the flames settled down and the fragrance of oak spread across the clear, crisp night, a second youth stepped out from behind the bonfire and stood beside the first, a youth of identical height and weight, with the same deep blue eyes, the same long member and low-hung nut sack, but his long, curly hair and pubic bush were golden, and his skin the pale pink of winter. He too was naked but for an ankle-length robe of royal purple with a red lining and green rim and flecked with gold, and a wreath of oak leaves about his head. It took only a moment for those watching to realize that the two boys were twins despite the difference in skin and hair colour, and only a second moment for those who knew them, to realize who the two boys were as Brent turned and looked upon his brother. Old King we bless You for all that You've done, For lessons understood and victories won. We must, however, bid you sleep well, sleep still, Your reign is o'er, dream deep in your hill. I come forth the Young King of the bright, new light, Being born this day, I grow strong and grow bright, My rule grows longer as I soar in the sky, I shed your blessings on you now and warmth from on high. "Behold the Oak King strong and vital, Lord of the Greenwood, the Stag King, Janus, the god of planting, Dagda, god of the earth, Pan, the god of fertility, male sexuality and carnal desire, the golden twin of the waxing year. He rules from Midwinter to Midsummer. In his reign, the land, full of promise, grows warm and bright, the fertile fields and wombs are planted with seed and rewarded with growth as his faithful companion, the Robin, watches on. He is growth and expansion. Behold the two kings, who are two and one." Brett stepped forward. "I am the Holly King, Lord of the Waning Year. As the Wren makes way for the Robin, so soon shall I bow before my brother the Oak King, and you will see me no more until the Sun once more begins to wane. As I prepare now to withdraw into the deep midwinter, I see in my holy grail, visions and dreams of the year to come. Carry a sprig of holly with you as my token. It will protect you against fierce winter storms, and will bestow upon you the focus, direction and courage you need to succeed in your own spiritual quest. While I am asleep, my evergreen leaves and bright red berries, seen against the barren oaks of winter, will remind you of the Life that sustains us during the bitterest of times." As he stepped back, Brent stepped forward. "And I am the Oak King, Lord of the Waxing Year. As the robin replaces the wren, so soon shall I reign in my brother the Holly King's place until the sun reaches its peak and begins to wane. The old is replaced by the new. I bring you the fertility of land and loin and the coming of new life. I bring you hope and promise for the year to come." "Together we are the whole and the one," the two said together, "neither existing without the other." As they embraced and kissed and began to caress each other, the choir began to sing. Sing we of a Mystery, now as long ago Blood red holly berries, blood upon the snow The Oak king shall rise, the waxing year to bring Therefore bid we farewell to the Holly King. Now in deep midwinter all seems in a trance Comes the golden Oak King in his age old dance Comes he to slay, yet honour he does bring To his fallen brother the darksome Holly King. In the bright midsummer the year's wheel turned around Then shall be the Oak King's blood upon the ground Ever it comes, once more the year's waning Then shall be victorious the darksome Holly King. Sing we of the Mystery now as long ago Blood red holly berries, blood upon the snow The Oak King shall rise waxing year to bring Therefore bid we farewell to the Holly King. The two boys were by then fully aroused and wrapped in a passionate embrace. Paying honour to his brother, the fair Oak King dropped to his knees and took the Holly King's impressive, thick, seven-and-a-half inch member in his mouth. He eagerly and reverently sucked on the swollen member, deriving as much pleasure as he was giving. The Holly King ran his fingers through the thick, curly locks of his brother, his darkly-tanned fingers twirling the long, blond strands. He threw back his head and his lips parted in obvious joy as his brother worked his lips up and down his throbbing member, drawing him closer and closer to that ultimate peak of ecstasy. As he'd rehearsed his lines this past month, he'd had no idea who would play the role of the Holly King, and had hoped up until moments ago that it might be Billy. His blood already racing with excitement, when he'd discovered who was to play this part with him, he'd raced behind the bonfire and stripped off his clothes and piercings while the eyes were on the High Priest with an excitement and desire unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He now drew back, his long, thick member glistening with spittle in the full moon. Holding out his hands to his brother, the Oak King, the one who would take his place on the throne for the next six months, he helped him to his feet, and then together they approached the hay bale bed. Laying down upon it in reverse directions, the two youths, the two kings, one pale pink and blond, the other brown-tanned and with jet black hair, one bright and one dark, otherwise identical in all ways save the piercing holes in the Oak King, two and yet one, began to suck each other, and as they sucked on each other's long, impressive member, they became one. They sucked eagerly on the hard, thick tube of lust jutting out from below each other's flat belly and bush of hairs. They licked each other's knob, and each other's shaft, they inhaled the deep, nutty fragrance of each other's crotch. They made hot, passionate love to each other, worshipping each other's staff as they worshipped their own. They worked slowly, slipping their moist, rosy lips up and down each other's throbbing member and sucking gently on the irritated flesh, wanting to please the other, and wanting the moment to last forever. They were young and had the stamina and endurance of youth, but with the previous erotic scene still fresh in their minds, they were all too soon at that peak, and they could not resist plunging on to the conclusion. With an explosion of love and lust, the two brothers shot their thick, hot, teenage seed into each other, experiencing together that little death, that ultimate of joy. They whimpered and shuddered as they drank each other's sweet-tart gift, and delighted in each other's orgasm. The combined covens and every guest stood in respectful awe, realizing they had witnessed something very special, sensing the magic in the air even those who were not followers of the craft. The two boys rose silently, embraced and kissed each other fondly, and parted. As Brent returned to the inner circle and Brett joined his brothers, the High Priest stepped forward once again, and as he spoke, the quavering and lust in his voice revealed that even he had been deeply affected by the performance. "And so it is that we celebrate on this Solstice evening, the Sabbath of Yule. Today is the longest, darkest night of the year and the land is still and at peace. And with the darkest night comes the promise of warmth and light once again as the Oak King assumes the throne, and the cycle begins anew." A couple in their early twenties stepped forward from the inner circle, carrying with them their first child, a baby boy of six weeks, wrapped in rabbit fur, and as they held their child up before the bonfire, the choir once more began to sing. Brothers, sisters, come and sing Glory to the new-born King! Gardens peaceful, forests wild Celebrate the Winter Child! Now the time of glowing starts! Joyful hands and joyful hearts! Cheer the Yule log as it burns! For once again the Sun returns! Brothers, sisters, come and sing! Glory to the new-born King! Brothers, sisters, singing come Glory to the new-born Sun. Through the wind and dark of night Celebrate the coming light. Sun's glad rays through fear's cold burns Life through death the Wheel now turns. Gather round Yule log and tree Celebrate Life's mystery Brothers, sisters, singing come Glory to the new-born Sun! Returning to the inner circle once again, the High Priest faced north and raising his athame, turned counterclockwise. "As we approach the longest night, we hail the Holly King and give thanks for the year past and the many blessings we have received. As the days now lengthen and warmth returns to the earth, we hail the Oak King who brings hope and renewal to the world and we marvel at the mystery of his rebirth. On this cold, chill night of Winter Solstice, we hail the Child of Light, the Child of Promise, the giver of life and first essence of all things." "From Holly King to Oak King, the wheel is always turning," announced the High Priestess. "Blessed Be," responded the members of the coven. "On this night all are forgiven all that they may do." "Blessed Be." "Thanks and Praise to the Old Mother and the Holly King, to the Maiden Goddess and the Oak King, and to the Mother. In your Names, Gracious Ones, I close this circle that binds us to spirit, and can never be broken," the High Priestess said as she turned counterclockwise from the North Gate and snuffed out each of the candles. "This circle is ended. Blessed Be in the solstice of winter. Go forth now and celebrate with friends and family." "Blessed Be," responded the coven and the choir sang their last song. Gods rest ye merry Pagan folk Let nothing you dismay Remember that the Sun returns Upon this Solstice Day! The growing dark is ended now And Spring is on its way O, tidings of comfort and joy! Comfort and joy! O, tidings of comfort and joy! The winter's worst still lies ahead Fierce tempest, snow and rain! Beneath the blanket on the ground The spark of life remains! The Sun's warm rays caress the seeds To raise Life's songs again! O, tidings of comfort and joy! Comfort and joy! O, tidings of comfort and joy! Within the blessed apple lies The promise of the Queen For from this pentacle shall rise The orchards fresh and green The Earth shall blossom once again The air be sweet and clean! O, tidings of comfort and joy! Comfort and joy! O, tidings of comfort and joy! Digging out the potatoes that had been buried in the ashes of the bonfire, they tossed the hot treasure from hand to hand as they pealed off of the foil and outer skin and sprinkling it with salt and slathering it with butter, ate the half-baked half-raw treat, made all the more special coming from the Solstice bonfire. Many chose to remain outside and visit around the fire, tables having been set up with mulled wine, hot chocolate, and trays of cold meat, cheese, nuts and berries. Others headed inside where they piled their plates high with roast turkey, slices of ham, mashed potatoes swimming in rich brown gravy, buttered peas and carrots and assorted green and pickled salads. "That was an awesome ceremony," observed Benny, he and his brothers, Billy, and Billy's goth friend and fellow craft member Mordock having gathered about one of the several fireplaces in the large sprawling ranch house. "Oh yeah, you two made awesome Kings," observed Billy with glowing eyes, obviously biassed but his opinion widely shared. Having changed back into his skating uniform, he was sitting on the sofa facing the fire with the twins, still wearing the robes from the ritual, sitting on either side of him. "It took me a moment to recognize you with your hair dyed and your body painted up," observed Bobby, looking over at Brett, having been totally unaware he'd been approached by Billy to play the role the same day he and Brent had invited all of them to participate. "That was like so fucking amazing!" "You can say that again," observed Brent. "I fucking couldn't believe it when you stepped out from the bonfire!" "Not disappointed?" asked Brett, glancing over at his brother, his eyes shining with his love. "Disappointed? You fucking kidding! It was like so perfect! And with Billy and Benny singing," he said, looking over at his two brothers in admiration, "this has been the most fucking beautiful night of my life!" "I'm glad you were all able to join us tonight, and to participate," said Billy. "We're fucking glad you invited us," Benny observed, and the others agreed. "It is a blessed night," observed Brent, glancing over at his twin brother meaningfully as he placed a hand on Billy's thigh. "It certainly is," Brett agreed as he smiled back, knowing Brent was signalling him it was time. Knowing how madly in love his brother was with Billy, he'd been delighted when Brent had asked him to join him in thanking Billy in that very special way that only lovers can for arranging this night. The two brothers knew each other well enough that Brent knew Brett would not take advantage of the situation, and they both knew that what they were about to do was coming from both of their hearts. Brett slowly reached over and placed his hand on Billy's other thigh. "It is at that," agreed Bobby as he looked at Mordock meaningfully, the exchange between his brothers not going unnoticed. The sixteen-year-old goth boy was wearing his usual black lipstick and black eyeliner. He'd added another eyebrow and lip ring since Bobby had last seen him, and in addition to his ankh-shaped earrings, he was wearing blood-red studs along the upper rim of both ears. He was wearing a thick-link chain collar and a tight black muscle shirt which revealed the tattoos on his biceps, a black line with an X near the top and bar below the X on the right and a dagger with four drops of blood dripping from the tip. Bobby wondered if the boy had his dydoe in his glans, something he'd seen with wonder last Ostara, and what it might be like to have his ass fucked by a cock with a dydoe. "For fucking sure," Mordock agreed, glancing at Bobby and then Benny. He loved their raw, open approach to sex, and he'd had many great jerk off fantasies about the two boys since their last meeting during Ostara. Billy had slipped off the sofa onto the carpet before the fireplace and discarding their robes, Brent and Brett knelt down on the floor beside him and rolled down his tights, revealing as they'd suspected that the boy was not wearing anything under them. Pulling them right off and removing his shirt, the twins began to kiss him, Brent kissing his beloved gently and lovingly on the lips, Brett kissing him just as tenderly on the cheeks. They nibbled on his ears and he kissed them both back in return. The twins continued down Billy's body, kissing and nibbling on his neck, his chest, and his nipples. He was wearing his nipple rings and Brent and Brett flipped them with their tongues as they licked and sucked on his teats as he caressed their hot, firm bodies. Billy's nipples were soon firm, and all three boys were beginning to get boners. Bobby, Benny and Mordock had meanwhile begun to strip each other. As the two brothers pulled off Mordock's socks, having already removed his baggy cargo pants, they each took a foot and as Mordock sat there on the sofa they sat on the floor and began to lick his feet and suck on his toes, causing an immediate reaction between the dark goth boy's legs. They ran their tongues between his toes and along his instep, sending ripples of arousal through his groin. They each took a large toe and slipping their lips over it, sucked on it gently, causing the sixteen- year-old's cock to begin to lift. Benny and Bobby were beginning to get aroused also, the fragrance of his feet and the eroticism of licking them causing their own cocks to begin to rise. They continued up his legs, kissing, licking and nibbling their way up to his sensitive thighs. By that time Mordock was fully erect and the dark-haired, dark-eyed boy twisted with arousal and a dark wet spot formed in his tented black briefs as the brothers licked and nibbled on the inside of his thighs. Pulling down his black briefs, Bobby was delighted to see the boy had his dydoe, and another two brass rings in the loose skin of his nut sack, making five rings to the brass ladder. As Benny began to lick and suck on his nut sack and mouth the brass rings, Mordock drew Bobby up onto the sofa and kissed the thirteen-year-old boy hotly as he reached down and massaged the debagged boy's smooth, firm buns. He stuck his tongue into the boy's mouth as he pushed down the thirteen-year-old's tight white Stanford briefs and ran his middle finger along the boy's asscrack and pressed the tip against his anus. He was of course immediately rewarded by Bobby pushing out with his stomach. As his fingertip slipped into Bobby's warm, moist cavity, he pressed his lips against the boy's mouth with savage desire and Bobby sucked his face just as hotly. The twins were meanwhile licking Billy's stiff cock, running their tongues up the shaft and twirling them about his blood-engorged knob. They delighted in the flavour of his perverse candy cane, and they licked it as eagerly as any child would lick a sweet treat. Billy's thin chest rose and fell with growing arousal as he lay there, propped up on his elbows watching the two seventeen- year-old twins, his beloved's deep blue eyes filled with love and desire as he ran his tongue around the rim of his throbbing cock, his brother's blue eyes filled with lust as he sucked on his hairy balls, his long, black stained hair falling over his face and his brown-stained fingers contrasting with Billy's pale skin. Reaching out and slipping his fingers about the twin cocks on either side of him, equal in length and identical in shape, the only difference being that Brett's had been stained the same tea- brown as his body and his hairs had similarly been dyed black, Billy guided them to his mouth. Holding the two rock-hard organs against each other, he stuck out his tongue and ran them over both knobs, licking the perverse double-headed ice cream cone, one strawberry and the other butterscotch. His spittle glistened in the firelight from the fireplace and he trembled with the delight of holding the stiff organs of both brothers in his fist. He ran his smooth lips, the flourescent purple gloss reflecting the flames of the fireplace, over the twin organs, worshipping them with a reverence they deserved. Laying on his back on the sofa with his butt on the edge and his feet on the floor, Mordock reached up and held Bobby in position as the thirteen-year-old boy eased himself down on the older boy's hard, aching cock, well lubed with pre-cum. Bobby lowered himself slowly and pushed out with his stomach, and pure joy passed over his face as he felt the boy's knob stretch open his sphincter and then pop inside, dydoe included. He could feel the smooth, brass knob against the wall of his rectum, and he inhaled sharply with delight. Slowly easing himself down until the goth boy's coarse hairs were tickling his backside, Bobby began to ride him slowly and carefully. At the same time Benny knelt down on the floor and pulling apart the boy's legs, he began to rim his dank portal, licking and sucking on it like a Christmas mint while beside him on the floor his two older brothers and Billy sucked on each other's stiff canes. Somewhere someone had turned on some music and a man's voice remarkably like Harry Belafonte was singing the pagan version of Day-O. Day-o, Day-o Daylight come, and the Sun is reborn. Day, misa day, misa day, misa day-o. Daylight come and the Sun is reborn. Tonight we dance till the morning come. Daylight come and the Sun is reborn. Tomorrow we greet the newborn Sun. Daylight come and the Sun is reborn. Now is the darkest season of the year but, Daylight come and the Sun is reborn. Now is the darkest season of the year but, Daylight come and the Sun is reborn. The air was crisp outside and the ground covered with a fresh sprinkling of snow, but for a moment the four brothers were transported back to a topical isle and a sunny beach, to pineapple and oysters and a hot sweaty evening of sex with their father. And then they were back in the living room of the sprawling ranch house, laying before the crackling fire in the fireplace, the smell of cedar smoke and pine needles reminding them of where they were and the time of year. Brent and Brett trembled as Billy slipped his mouth over their cocks, their two knobs tightly pressed together. They inhaled deeply as he sucked on their knobs, and then slipping his mouth back off, swirled his tongue along the sensitive rims. They inhaled the fragrance of his hot, sweaty balls overpowering the pine and cedar, and their minds spun with the flavour of his meaty teenage cane jutting up in the air and glistening with their spittle. Bobby trembled with delight as Mordock's jewelled cock sunk deep up his rectum, and he sighed with pleasure as he flexed his thighs and slid back up the boy's rigid prong. Mordock trembled too as between the horny thirteen-year-old boy riding his cock and his equally horny fifteen-year-old brother sucking and licking his asshole and finger fucking his own ass, he could hold back no longer. Grasping Bobby's hips to stop him, he gasped and grunted as he shot his load up the young boy's asshole, pumping his goth seed deep into his body. Bobby and Benny could tell he was coming, and the two brothers sighed with pleasure also, the pleasure of having brought the hot-looking teenager off. Pulling out of Bobby and slipping onto the floor, Mordock quickly flipped Benny onto his back, and raising the fifteen-year-old boy's legs, he rammed his still stiff, cum-slick cock up the boy's ass. Billy of course was hot and eager to come, and readily accepted the surprising entry. At the same time, Mordock had reached out for the gasping, sweating boy who had just ridden him, and pulling him to his feet and having him straddle facing his brother and with his back to himself, the goth boy had him bend over and he applied his lips to the hole he'd just fucked. As Bobby felt Mordock's lips pressing against his hole, and felt the goth boy sucking out his fresh cum out of his asshole, the thirteen-year-old boy trembled with the perversity of what he was doing. This was so totally wicked! As Mordock reached around and began to tug on his stiff cocklet, all the while working his hips to and fro furiously, driving his spent cock in and out of Benny's hot, moist hole, Bobby trembled with his most violent orgasm yet, and as he gasped and shrieked out his pleasure, he was sure that being able to cum would be an anticlimax compared to how he was feeling at that moment. At the same time Billy erupted, his stiff cock shooting out his cum like a perverse fountain. His thick, copious boy cream fell back down over his throbbing cock where it was eagerly lapped up by the twins. As they ran their hot, moist tongues up Billy's shaft, licking up his thick cum and savouring the creamy texture, they shot off also, their two cocks, still pressed against each other, shooting dual streams into Billy's eager mouth as they throbbed against each other. Billy lay there with his head spinning and his mouth wide open as the two stiff cocks throbbed hotly in his fist and squirt after squirt shot from them into his mouth. His mouth gradually filled with the creamy load of the two boys and he savoured the nutty flavour and creamy, slimy texture of their cum. As the three sweating, glowing teenagers swallowed their tart evening treat, Benny shot off, his cum shooting up in the air and aching over his body to land in his face, splattering his cheeks, his nose, and his chin as his younger brother stood above him trembling and whimpering in his own ecstasy and Mordock gasped and trembled with the pleasure of having brought the two brothers off. The boys lay there in a blissful daze for a long time, delighting in the pleasure that comes after a violent and satisfying round of sex. They were vaguely aware of others coming in and out of the room, adults and youth alike commenting on the delight on their faces. Finally they got up and wandered about the house, snacking on nuts and chips and fresh fruit, meeting up with other youth and talking about the Yule ritual, coven members introducing invited guests and family members who'd come to join them for the Yule holiday. Slipping on his skating costume once again and Brent slipping on his robe once more, the two boys took their skates and headed out to the duck pond. Though approaching the midnight hour, the full moon lit up the pond and the snow-covered fields, and it now shone down on the two teenage lovers as they glided about the pond, arm in arm and then apart, twirling and gliding, coming together and then separating. Brent's robe fell open and trailed behind as he skated down the ice, exposing his naked body to the chill air, but in his youth and in his lust, and in the spell of Yule Solstice, he did not feel cold. Those who had wandered out to the Yule bonfire paused in their conversation to watch the two lovers skating. Included in the watchers were Mister and Mrs Hollis, and the couple embraced each other as they watched their son and his beloved dance, their hearts filled with joy and with pride. Never had they seen their son so happy, and so at peace. Several of those around the fire began to sing, and they joined in. Pagans sing, are you listenin'. Altar's set, candles glistenin'. It's a Magical night, we're having tonight, Dancing in a Wiccan Wonderland. In a Circle we can light a Yule Fire, And await the rising of the Sun, It's the Great Wheel turning for the new year, Loaded with abundance and great fun. Blades held high, censer smoking God and Goddess, we're invoking, Through Elements five, we celebrate Life, Dancing in a Wiccan Wonderland. As their voices rang through the chill night air, the two lovers embraced and kissed out on the ice, never more in love than that moment. Shimmering about them, unseen but felt, were their spirit guides and chosen deities, revelling in the magic of the evening and in the magic of the love of the two boys. Returning to the house some time later, the two boys warmed themselves up before the blazing fire in the main room, and joined the others in a midnight snack, filling their plates with turkey and cranberries, with moist turkey stuffing and cabbage rolls, tiny pickles and pan-fried potatoes. As they sat there amongst their peers and adults, some clothed, some naked, and many between, they heard a clear soprano voice from outside that could be none other than Bobby's singing. Faunus the Roman Goat-god Had a very rigid prick And if you ever saw it You would say it's quite a trick. All the other deities Used to leer suggestively they always wanted Faunus To join in the revelry. Then one frosty Saturnal Juno made this call "Faunus since you're hung so well, Won't you ring my Solstice bell?" Then all the others pouted and they muttered jealously "Faunus, the Roman goat-god Better save a turn for me!" As the young voice broke into a hearty round of Jingle Bells, Brent and Billy glanced at each other and smiled. That was definitely Bobby. Reaching for another drumstick, and deciding to share the one they'd reached for although there were plenty of others, the two boys resumed their conversation with those about them. Bobby joined them sometime later, his cheeks flushed a bright crimson though they could not tell if it was from the crisp night air or a recent bout of sex. Nibbling on cocktail wieners, squares of cheese and crackers, he was in high spirits, as were they all. "Oh maaaannnnn, this has been the best holiday we've had yet," Bobby sighed as he reached for another mincemeat tart, at least his twelfth for the night. "Yeah, it's been totally wicked," agreed Benny as he tried to choose between the walnut square or shortbread, and deciding on both. "Of course, it is a pagan holiday after all," joked Brad, one of the seventeen-year-old members of the teen coven that the boys had met at the Ostara festival. The three, along with Brad's pagan cousin Cal from out of state had just finished a game of shuffle board, the two Brewsters against the two older boys. "Well, one thing is for sure, you pagans sure know how to fucking party," observed Brett, brushing back his long, dark black hair from his face as he straightened up from taking his shot. He, Billy and a naked twelve-year-old boy were having a friendly game of pool. With his darkened skin and dyed hair he felt like he was someone else that night, and although always the more daring of the brothers, he felt even more daring at night. He and his brothers and a group of the coven members had gathered in one of the several rumpus rooms in the ranch house. "So, let's start partying," said Bobby impishly as he reached over with his left hand and slipped his fingers about Brad's limp cock as he took a bite out of his mincemeat tart. "When did you ever stop?" asked Brent with a twinkle in his eyes as he wiped the eggnog off his lips with the back of his hand, and the group of boys laughed. "I love the smell of a boy's breath when he's been drinking eggnog," observed Brad's seventeen-year-old cousin as he looked at Brent suggestively. "Really?" asked Brent, taking a deep draught of egg nog and grinning at the boy as the boy sat down beside him on the sofa where he'd been sitting watching his brothers and talking to Franklin van Doran, the eleven-year-old grandson of Sherry Ander's grandmother. Slipping an arm about Brent, Cal drew the naked, blond-haired youth to him and kissed him. Brent eagerly returned the teenager's kiss. Although he and Billy were sworn boyfriends, they had an understanding that when it came to sex they were free to engage in whatever act they wanted with whomever they wanted. Besides, this was Solstice night and they were with friends and family. As Cal and Brent sat there kissing on the sofa, they began to caress each other's naked body. Cal, five-foot-nine and a hundred and forty pounds, was almost the same height and weight as Brent. He wore his golden brown hair short and gelled with a crest in front and bore a remarkable resemblance to the actor Matt Daemon. Standing there watching them were Bobby and Brad. Brad, now seventeen, still had his dark-brown hair cut in a mullethead cut, a style that was making a comeback and had always been popular with hockey players and skate boarders like himself. Bobby found the dark shadow of a beard on Brad's square chin particularly sexy, as well as his high leather boots, studded harness, and thick, studded belt. His breath was hemp sweet, the boy having just returned from smoking a joint. As Bobby stroked the older boy's swelling cock, the boy reached behind and caressed Bobby's smooth, compact butt. As Billy bent over to make his shot, Benny had ass on his mind also and could not help admire the skater's compact butt, nor imagine how hot it would be fucking his brother's lover that night. "He's got a great butt, don't he?" observed the twelve-year-old player as he stroked his pool cue, making it more of a comment than a statement. "You trying to throw me off my shot?" asked Billy, glancing over at the two of them with a grin. "You lean any further over on the table and we might mistake your balls for pool balls," observed the twelve-year-old, a redheaded friend of one of the coven members by the name of Erin and whom the boys had met at Ostara also. "Now that would hurt," observed Joey, another one of the twelve-year-old guests who was standing by the sofa and munching on treats as he watched the pool game along with the craft boy who'd invited him, a dark-eyed bisexual boy by the name of Benito with spiked black hair and an olive complexion and wearing a black cape with red lining and a studded belt from which hung his athame in a finely tooled leather case. Cal had by this time slipped off the sofa and was sitting on the floor between Brent's outspread legs and nibbling on his nuts. Distracted from the game of pool, Erin stepped up to the hot, blond seventeen-year-old sitting on the sofa and offered him his dick to snack on. Bobby had meanwhile dropped to the floor also, bringing Brad down with him. As the thirteen-year-old sought out Cal's cock and began to nuzzle it like a little puppy, he spread his legs and raised his hips as Brad slipped several pillows under his butt. Benny meanwhile stepped up behind Erin and crouching down, spread apart the twelve-year-old's ass cheeks and began to run his tongue up and down the boy's crack. As Brent nibbled on Erin's swelling cock, Billy sat down on the sofa beside him and began to fondle his nipples and nibble on his neck. Joey meanwhile dropped to his knees and as Brad ran his finger up and down Bobby's ass crack and wiggled the tip against his butthole, which instantly opened to the boy's probing finger, Joey lowered his head and began to lick Bobby's hairless pubes and nuts. Benito quickly dropped down behind his buddy and began to kiss the back of his neck and caress his nipples. Brett had meanwhile approached Franklin, and the eleven-year-old readily reached for the older boy's swinging cock and began to fondle it. Bobby, laying on his back on the floor with his ass raised on a pile of cushions and his legs spread, pushed out with his stomach muscles as Brad, kneeling between his legs, placed the tip of his erect cock against the boy's anus and pushed forward. The thirteen-year-old strained to accept the long, thick cock of the older skater teen, and he closed his eyes and pushed out with his abdomen with years of experience. Despite his experience, he was still a tight fit, and Brad grunted and panted with the exertion of forcing his thick dong up the boy's tight hole. Bobby clenched his eyes and pushed out harder with eagerness and anticipation, and Brad was rewarded with his sphincter stretching open and snapping shut behind the rim of the boy's cockhead. As Brad paused to catch his breath and allow the irritation about his dickhead to subside, Bobby reached up and took the long, erect dick of the seventeen-year-old boy's cousin in his hot hand and pulled it to his mouth. Cal immediately shuffled into position on his hands and knees and Bobby wiggled under him and bent his cock down and opened his mouth. As the ever horny thirteen-year-old slipped his lips about the seventeen-year-old pagan's cockhead, the older boy took Bobby's brother's cock in his mouth. Brent, laying on the edge of the sofa on his side, reached down and ran his fingers through the boy's hair as he felt his lips envelop his swollen cock and slip over the knob and down the shaft. At the same time Billy, who had snuggled in behind him on the sofa, wiggled into position so the tip of his stiff cock was pressed against his beloved's anus, and grasping his beloved's hips, he pressed forward as Brent pushed out with his abdominal muscles. He gasped with pleasure as he felt his lover's knob pop inside his rectum. Twelve-year-old Erin had meanwhile knelt down on the floor before Brent, and Brent now reached out and took the redheaded boy's cock in his hand and began to lick the knob like he was licking a strawberry ice cream cone. Benny, his five-and-three-quarter-inch cock jutting up in the air like a horny satyr, knelt behind the twelve-year-old and wedged his cockhead between his asscheeks. The boy immediately pushed out with his abdomen, being no virgin despite his young age, and Benny eagerly pushed forward, sinking his cock up the redheaded boy's tender butt. Franklin, under Brett's guidance, stepped forward, and Benny, kneeling there on the floor with his cock wedged up the ass of the redheaded twelve-year-old, eagerly bent his head and took the stiff, slender dicklet of the aroused eleven-year-old in his mouth. Brett, at the same time, crouched down behind the youngster, and placed the tip of his cock, slick with the boy's spittle from the sucking he'd been giving it, against the boy's butthole. Joey, who had been sucking on Bobby's nuts, took the thirteen-year-old's once again stiff dicklet in his mouth and began sucking on it as Benito, still kneeling behind him and now stiff also, aimed his aching cock for the boy's butt. The fifteen-year-old American-Italian teen had been messing around with the hot-looking twelve-year-old for some time, and was hoping to convince him to join the Blackfalds Teen Coven. The two had wanked each other and sucked each other for over half a year now, but it was only this past month that Joey had given his prune to him. He now grasped the young boy's hips firmly as he slowly sank his hard, hot cock up the boy's tight hole, aided by his slenderness, the boy's eagerness to be penetrated by him, and the boy's spittle coating his cock. The horny pagan teen sighed with pleasure as he felt the younger boy's hot, moist hole envelope his aching cock and he kissed the back of the boy's neck. Joey sighed also, delighting in being penetrated by the older boy. To have the boy sink his organ up his hole was, to him, the truest expression of their love for each other, and he truly did love the fifteen-year-old pagan boy. As he felt the boy's most precious and private organ penetrate his body, he tightened his ass muscles about the boy's cock with love and gratitude, knowing the pleasure he was bringing him, and resolving that this night he'd ask if he could join the teen Blackfald Coven. At the same time as he was being penetrated, he sucked deeply on the smooth, slender cock in his mouth, knowing the pleasure that he was bringing the thirteen-year- old stranger also. It did not matter that he and the boy only met that evening. They were both boys, they both knew the pleasures of having a cock, and they both knew the pleasure of sucking cock and being sucked. Bringing pleasure, after all, was one of the things that this evening was all about. Brad would certainly agree with that. The seventeen-year-old boy eased his stiff, aching cock in and out of his randy thirteen-year-old partner, the pagan boy having experienced the good-looking, hazel-eyed boy's charms last Ostara and knowing what a cock-hungry horndog he was. He eased his cock in and out of the boy's hot, moist rectum, and he thrilled as he felt Bobby eagerly working with him, squeezing his sphincter shut as he eased his cock out, and then relaxing it and accepting him as he drove it back in. As he looked into the boy's sparkling, hazel eyes, he knew that the boy was getting as much pleasure out of having his ass fucked as he was fucking it, and that doubled his pleasure. Of everything that was happening to him at that moment, getting his ass fucked was Bobby's greatest pleasure, though having his cocklet sucked by the randy twelve-year-old stranger, and sucking on the hot, throbbing cock of the seventeen-year-old stud kneeling over him were almost as great. The thirteen-year-old squirmed and sucked hard on the thick, throbbing knob in his mouth, delighting in feeling the long, thick cock easing in and out of his rectum, thrusting deep into his body and then easing back out, sending thrills through his sphincter and his prostate. He thrilled with the delight of having a hot, moist mouth sucking on his dicklet and working up and down the slender shaft and over his swollen knob, the fact that the boy sucking on his cocklet was a year younger than himself making it all the more erotic. And he sucked eagerly on the cock in his own mouth, delighting in the physical and mental pleasure of sucking a hard, hot cock, and delighting in the knowledge that the boy he was sucking off was sucking off his older brother at the same time. A hot, hard cock throbbing up his ass, a hard, hot cock throbbing in his mouth, and a hot, moist mouth sucking on his own throbbing prick, life did not get any better. Cal felt the same way as he felt the thirteen-year-old sucking on his cock and as he sucked on the boy's older brother's stiff dick. The youngster was a skilled cock sucker, and he delighted in the way the boy sucked on his organ and worked his lips up and down the shaft, and the way he was able to swirl his tongue around the knob in his mouth. He delighted also in going down on the Oak King's impressive seven-and-a-half inch cock. From the moment he'd seen him performing the role he knew he had to sample that impressive dong, and have a hot, lustful session with the effeminate, blond teenager at least once that night. That he'd be getting blown by the teenager's kid brother while his cousin fucked the kid silly he would never have dreamed, and now that it was happening, he could not see how he would ever experience anything hotter, but then he was a loyal follower of the Horned Lord, and the Horned Lord provided for his followers. He certainly was that night. Brent was thinking the same thoughts as he lay there on the sofa, a handsome, muscular eighteen-year-old stud sucking on his stiff cock, his lover working his cock in and out of his rectum, all three of them faithful followers of the pagan way, and a hot, horny twelve-year-old kneeling before him and offering his young cock to him. Cal was a hell of a looker, and a skilled cock sucker besides, creating just the right amount of suction and working his lips up and down his shaft in a slow, rhythmic motion designed more to bring him pleasure than the boy sucking him. That the horny stud was being sucked off by his kid brother while his kid brother was being fucked by the boy's cousin added to the eroticism of the moment. Having Billy playing with his nipples as he eased his cock in and out of him only added to that eroticism. No matter how often his lover fucked his ass, each time was like the very first time he'd fucked him there in his bedroom, which seemed so long ago now. Fucking was the ultimate expression of his love for the eccentric, sensitive figure skater, and an expression of Billy's love for him. As for the twelve- year-old he was sucking off, he had the impression that the hot, redheaded youngster was Hermes's gift to him that night, and that the boy would soon be joining the teen coven. He sucked on the youngster's smooth, slender cocklet, determined to give the boy pleasure like he'd never felt before. It was Erin's intention to join the Blackfalds Teen Coven. Having experienced Ostara and now Yule, he knew that this was the faith for him. Of course he knew there was a lot more to being a pagan than having hot orgies and celebrating the Sabbaths, but he also knew that was one of the many rewards. As he came to know more about the craft, he knew he'd find many other rewards. For now, having his cock sucked by none other than the Oak King, and his butt fucked by a hot-looking teenage stud at the same time, was reward enough. He shuddered with the pleasures rippling through his body, his cocklet throbbing and the irritated knob sending ripples of arousal through his loin, and at the same time, his stretched, irritated anus throbbing with a very different pleasure, one which was still relatively new to him, and something deep in his body sending a third set of electric shocks though his loins each time the stiff cock up his ass brushed against it. Benny smiled each time the boy tensed, knowing that his cock was stimulating the twelve- year-old boy's prostate. He grasped the youngster's hips tightly as he worked his hips to and fro, delighting in the pleasure pulsating through his cock as much as he was delighting in the fact he was causing the boy he was fucking pleasure also. Having the hot, moist asshole of a young boy enveloping your cock was a pleasure he knew most boys did not know, and for that he felt sorry for them. Sucking cock was another pleasure he knew many boys did not know, and he thanked whatever gods were responsible for him not being one of them. Sucking the young, slender cock of Franklin van Doran was bringing him a special pleasure, a special pleasure because he knew the thrill he was giving the young boy, a special pleasure because he remembered being eleven and how mysterious and powerful those sensations were, and a special pleasure because the boy and Sherry Anders were cousins. He wondered what Sherry would think if she saw him sucking her young cousin's cock, and he wondered what it would be like fucking Sherry Anders while sucking her cousin at the same time. A shiver of pure arousal ran down his spine with the thought. Young Franklin was thinking of many things at that moment, but his cousin Sherry was not one of them. He'd participated in many pagan craft rituals before, his parents and grandparents both being followers, but this was the first time he'd been given free reign for the night, his parents and grandparents feeling this was a special day, and that he was now old enough to experience a Sabbath to the fullest. Now he was standing in a room of eleven hot, horny boys including himself, getting his cock sucked and his ass fucked, the first still relatively new for him, and the latter being his first time ever. He'd finger fucked himself plenty of times while he'd jacked himself off, and he'd experimented with various objects, including the dildo he'd found in his parent's room, but nothing had prepared him for the reality of a hard, hot cock up his rectum, especially a long, thick cock the size of Brett Brewster's. The boy trembled with pure ecstasy each time Brett sank his cock deep up the boy's butt, and he trembled with pure ecstasy each time Brett withdrew until his mushroom-capped knob stretched open his sphincter from the inside. He was being fucked, and it was deliriously wicked. Brett had seen the lust and the curiosity in the boy's eyes as the boy had watched him play pool and later as the boy had fondled his organ, but he had been hesitant to take the boy's prune when the boy had confessed to him that he'd never been fucked, but wanted to try it that night, and wanted it to be with him. The boy had admitted his fears regarding the size of Brett's massive organ, but had assured him that was what he wanted. The fact that the boy desperately wanted to lose his virginity that night, and the fact that he knew how wild and how forceful guys could be once under the influence of a Sabbat night, and especially when faced with a cute eleven- year-old virgin, overcame Brett's hesitancy. The boy needed someone who would be gentle, kind, and knowing, and he certainly did fit that bill. And, it was not as if the boy had never had anything up his ass prior to that night. Now, as he slowly and carefully worked his long, thick cock in and out of the boy's tight hole, he was glad that he had accepted the challenge. Taking the prune of an eleven-year-old boy was hot, especially one as cute as Franklin van Doran, and especially the cousin of Sherry Anders. Hearing the boy grunting and whimpering with the exotic pleasure of being fucked, and feeling him squirming and bucking each time the knob of his cock brushed against the youngster's sphincter left no doubt in his mind that he'd made the right choice. As he trembled with the pleasures pulsating through his asshole, Franklin was glad the gorgeous stud had accepted the challenge also. Bobby was the first to reach his orgasm, which was no surprise considering he had a hot, throbbing cock up his ass, another in his mouth, and a hot, horny preteen boy sucking his own aching organ, and that he was on a raging hormone and sugar high besides. He bucked and twisted as his orgasm hit, the shocks ripping up his tiny, four-and-a-half inch cock and through his loins. His cocklet throbbed hotly in twelve-year-old Joey's mouth, trying desperately to shoot out his nonexistent cum. Joey could relate to that, the boy also still unable to squirt, and as he felt Bobby's slender cocklet throbbing between his lips and as he saw Bobby begin to jerk about uncontrollably, his own orgasm hit. The boy sucked even harder on the stiff, throbbing tube in his mouth as his own body jerked with the powerful shock of his dry orgasm, his own cocklet, being jerked by his best buddy, who was also at the moment fucking his ass, throbbing and aching to cum. Benito, feeling Joey's hot little cocklet pulsating in his hand and seeing the boy begin to tremble, knew that he was having his orgasm, which triggered his own. He squeezed the boy's burning little cocklet tightly as he thrust his own cock up the boy's rectum and began to squirt his seed deep up the boy's asshole. Brad, knowing that Bobby was in the throes of his climax, and because of that, reached his own orgasm, and he thrust his cock deep up the twitching boy's rectum as he began to squirt out his own cum, shooting it deep up the thirteen-year-old's hot, pulsating asshole. He grasped the boy's smooth hips and he quivered and gasped as he shot off his load, coming violently and copiously in a lustful burst of pure ecstasy. At the same time his cousin reached his peak, and with a muffled warning to the thirteen-year-old sucking on his cock with the strength of a vacuum cleaner, he shot out his cum shot after rapid shot. Bobby eagerly drank down the creamy teen juice, sucking and swallowing like a babe at his mother's teat, and for Bobby, drinking the teenager's copious load of hot, creamy cum was just as rewarding as it was for a baby sucking his mother's breast. Brent came also, filling Cal's mouth with his own thick teen juice, and despite the number of times he'd already come that Solstice night, he shot with just as much volume and with just as much force as the first time. He quivered as he shot his load into the eighteen-year-old's mouth, and he quivered as he felt his lover hold him tight and his lover's cock begin squirting also. Billy lunged his cock deep up Brent's rectum as he came, and he quivered with delight as he once again filled his beloved's ass with his hot, thick. teenage load. As Brent trembled with his orgasm, and that of Billy's, he felt the slender cock in his mouth throb violently and as Erin quivered uncontrollably and whimpered with pleasure he knew the twelve-year-old had reached his own dry orgasm. The redheaded boy's green eyes shone like emeralds as his cocklet burned and throbbed, sending spasms through his young body and causing him to jerk uncontrollably. Benny meanwhile grasped the boy's hips and plunged his cock deep up his rectum as he reached his peak, and he inhaled sharply as he began to squirt out his seed deep up the asshole of the twelve-year-old boy. He trembled with the delight of his orgasm, and with the delight of shooting his juice up another boy's ass. Franklin suddenly grasped Benny's head tightly as he felt that still new and awesome twang deep in his groin, and he trembled and gasped as the thrill of his dry orgasm shot up his smooth, slender dicklet and through his hairless groin. As the same time Brett grasped his buttocks tightly and the boy felt his rectum being flooded by hot, thick cum for the first time in his young life. Another boy was shooting his stuff deep up his ass, stuff that most boys shot up girls. He was shooting his hot, thick, creamy juice up his asshole! That thought caused the eleven-year- old boy to tremble and buck with even greater pleasure, impaling himself on Brett's stiff, throbbing bone and then sliding up it in his ecstasy. Brett smiled as the boy bucked and whimpered, knowing just how the boy was feeling as he thought back years ago to the first time he'd ever had his butt filled with cum. The seventeen-year-old Holly King closed his eyes and delighted in the orgasm of his young partner, and in his own climax, his large nuts drawn up tight under his throbbing cock. The eleven boys lay or knelt there gasping and panting with their orgasms, delighting in the pleasure passing through their groins, through their blood-engorged cocks, and up their assholes, and delighting in knowing that the boy they'd been engaging in sex with and the other nine boys in the room were feeling the same pleasure. The room was filled with the erotic fragrance of teen cum and boy sweat mixing and overpowering the aroma of pine and cedar, of holly and poinsettia. They sucked in the fragrant air, filling their young lungs with the essence of life and of boyhood. One by one they disentangled and collapsed where they were, too exhausted to move, too filled with pleasure to think of anything other than the bliss that follows a boy's climax and the pleasures they'd just experienced. Later, as the full moon began its descent in the west and as the slumbering boys snuggled up in each other's arms, the four Brewster brothers stirred sleepily, vaguely aware their heads were resting on another boy's naked body and another boy's head was resting on theirs and that their limbs were entangled with someone else's. This had been one fucking awesome holiday. They yawned and slumbering on, they dreamily wondered what sort of year the Oak King would bring them, and confidently concluded that no matter what, it would be filled with fun and adventure. They stretched and drifted off back to sleep, vaguely aware of the music drifting through the house. Or was it coming from up above? Silent night, Solstice Night All is calm, all is bright Nature slumbers in forest and glen Till in Springtime She wakes again Sleeping spirits grow strong! Sleeping spirits grow strong! Silent night, Solstice Night Silver moon shining bright Snowfall blankets the slumbering Earth Yule fires welcome the Sun's rebirth Hark, the Light is reborn! Hark, the Light is reborn! Silent night, Solstice Night Quiet rest til the Light Turning ever the rolling Wheel Brings the Winter to comfort and heal Rest your spirit in peace! Rest your spirit in peace!