Date: Wed, 20 Jan 2010 02:05:08 -0800 (PST)
From: RD
Subject: Rite of Passage

The boy stood naked in the middle of the underground room.  Torchlight
flickered from bronze brackets along the smooth surface of the rounded
walls.  From the shadows he could feel the eyes of countless men, each
gathered here to watch the event.  Their eyes swept across the boy's smooth
features, raking in his naked buttocks, clenched in anticipation, or the
exposed swell of his groin.

	Before him, a man leered down at him from a golden throne.  His
father's dark eyes took in every inch of the boy, dropping to a place just
below his waist.  The man on the throne was the apex of masculinity.  His
bronzed, sculpted frame was darkened by coarse hair from chest to feet.
His exposed manhood hung over the seat of the throne, supported by a heavy
testes bag.  In the torchlight, the boy could see something wet glistening
on the head of his naked penis.  He realized with some embarrassment that
his own penis was going erect.

	"Come here, Micah."

	The deep voice boomed through the quiet of the chamber.  His father
sat unflinching, his dark eyes locked on his boy.  Enoch looked around and
saw the room was full of men, each as naked as him.  Some were doing
obscene things to themselves while they watched.  Others were on their
knees, taking the penis in their mouths, and still more were bent over,
humping like two dogs in heat.  His eyes shifted back to his father.

	"It is okay, boy," the man said, his voice softer than before.
"Stand before me."  Leaning back in the throne, he spread his hairy legs
and pointed to a place between his bare feet.  "Stand here."

	Micah had anticipated this day would come, but had not known it
would be on his thirteenth name day.  His father had only last week
discovered Micah in the lake, naked, and commented on the thatch of dark
hair beginning to grow thick around his penis.  As long as he could
remember, the emperor had never had any shame in exposing his body.  Micah
often saw the man spend entire days naked.  Sexuality was of no taboo in
their kingdom as it was in others.  More than once Micah had stumbled on
his father having intercourse with one of the local whores.  The man's
rough voice--his naked frame as he thrust up and down--had always held
a silent fascination for Micah.  On that day at the lake, though, the boy
thought he saw a fascination all its own dawn on his father's face.

	With trembling knees he took a few careful steps forward.  Being
this close to his father's nakedness was like a drug.  The air was thick
and stale this deep in the castle.  Sweat glistened on his father's naked
body, and in the hair on his chest.  Micah could smell the man's musty
crotch as he assumed his position between his father's legs.  With wide,
expecting eyes, he met those calculating dark eyes.

	"Father...why am I here?"

	The man leaned forward in the throne, his voice going suddenly
soft.  A strong hand reached up and took Micah by the back of the head,
gently pulling him closer.  Their lips were inches from each other, and
Micah could feel his father's hot breath against his face as the man's
fingers raked through his hair.  "It is a right of passage for a boy to
learn about their bodies from their father."  His deep voice cracked with
longing as the words hissed out.  "Tonight, Micah, you will become a man."

	Seemingly from nowhere, the man's free hand shot up between the
boy's legs.  Micah let out a yelp of confusion as rough fingers began
manipulating his erection.  They caressed his tight boy balls, stroked his
hard cock, and even slipped between the swell of his butt cheeks.  Micah's
mind became a torrent of thought as untold sensations swept through his
crotch.  He realized his hands were gripping his father's shoulders as if
for support; his legs felt like they might collapse beneath his weight.

	Still his father stroked him.  Slow.  Deliberate.

	He realized he was breathing hard when he saw the urging look in
his father's eyes.  A small smile touched the corners of his lips.  Micah
was suddenly aware of the others watching him.  And of the tingle beginning
to grow in his penis.

	"Father!" Micah whispered, urgency growing in his crotch.  "What
are you doing?  I have to go!"

	The man pulled him closer.  Micah thought he might lose it then
when he felt his father's hairy manhood against his own.  A small groan
escaped his throat.  His father's hand quickened its pace.  "It's okay," he
hissed, his lips against Micah's left ear.  "This is what its like to be a
man."

	The tickling was growing in intensity.  Micah tried to buck himself
away, but his father's hands held fast to his crotch.  "But...I...have
to..."

	Blinding pleasure suddenly ripped through his groin. Micah groaned
with an animalistic intent as he collapsed against his father's hairy body
in the fits of orgasm.  His body went rigid, then began to tremble as his
dick began to pulse uncontrollably.  Something wet ejaculated from his
crotch, soaking his father's pubic bush.

	It was over in a moment. Micah lay panting against his father's
bristly chest.  Their combined body heat saturated both in sweat.  His
father's big hands cupped his naked butt.  "I'm...sorry..." Micah managed
between breaths.  "I couldn't..."

	His voice cut off when he realized his father's naked erection was
flush against his, reaching a spot well past his navel.  Micah tried to
move, suddenly feeling very embarrassed and exposed.  But his father
stilled his retreat.  Around them, a quiet hush had taken the room.

	"You're becoming a man, Micah," his father whispered.  Something
about the way he was talking to him made Micah excited again.  Strong hands
caressed and squeezed on his little buttocks.  "You just ejaculated.  No
need to be embarrassed about it.  See, look."

	His father's hand was suddenly on Micah's.  The boy realized what
was going on an instant before it happened.  He felt his fingers close
around the hairy shaft of his father's penis.  It felt like a stone in the
boy's smaller hands; his fingers never even touched on the other side of
it.  Micah felt his breath catch.  Warm fluid still saturated the veiny
shaft, trickling down the underside to stop at the swell of his furry
scrotum.  Instinctually, Micah began to stroke it.

	"That is your sperm, boy."  His father's voice came in heavy
breaths.  "That's how you'll make your kids."  Reclining in the golden
throne, he spread his hairy legs wider to allow the boy better access.
"Keep doing that.  I want to show you where you came from."

	Micah did as he was told.  With his own sperm as lubrication, his
hand slipped up and down on his father's erection.  Dark eyes peered down
at him.  "Every boy reaches this point in his life," his father said
through clutched breaths.  "It's a right of passage for a boy to learn
about his groin from his father."  The man allowed a breathy moan as the
boy stroked.  "See, you have reached the age of man, when you begin
producing seed.  That seed is what produces off spring."  He shuttered,
closing his eyes and leaning his head against the back of the throne.  "A
father must show his son the true pleasure of his penis.  Come here."

	Strong arms suddenly scooped Micah up in a warm, sweaty embrace.
Micah found himself on his father's hair lap, still stroking the man's cock
vigorously up and down.  He could feel the thickness and weight of it
against his own boy penis.  Their eyes locked, and for the first time Micah
could see the longing there in those dark pools.

	Fingers probed at his smooth buttocks, cupping the cheeks
affectionately.  His father allowed a bestial groan, pulling Micah tighter.
His smooth chest pressed longingly against the dark fur of his father.  The
man's strong penis throbbed between their naked bodies.  Micah found
himself breathing in time with his father.

	And then the furry body beneath him went rigid.  His father's arms
tightened around his small waist.  The man gasped.  His mouth closed over
Micah's, and the boy took his tongue instinctively in his mouth.  Streams
of warm fluid jetted from his father's crotch, saturating Micah's still
hard cock.  Without understanding why, Micah longed for the same thing to
happen to him again.

	As if reading his mind, the man's hand grasped Micah's small cock,
still slick with the man's semen. Without taking his mouth away from the
boy's, his father stroked him.  Micah went slack on his father's lap,
feeling that same tingle in his erection.  This time, he knew he didn't
have to go.  This time, he didn't know what to say.  It was as if his
father wanted him to do it again--to ejaculate.  He could hear the
excited moaning from those in the shadows and wondered if this was exciting
them.  The idea of it only fueled his boy lust.  His body went stiff.  The
tickling in his crotch grew maddening, and Micah didn't know what to say.
Instead of words, he pulled his father's tongue deeper in his mouth.  His
back arched as more of the creamy fluid spewed from his dick.

	"Good boy," his father said, still nursing on Micah's tongue.

	Micah collapsed against the hairy chest, now matted with sweat.  He
was spent.  His smooth body trembled against his father, both of them
panting in exhausted breath.  A strong hand cupped the cheek of his butt.
"You did good tonight," he said, using his free hand to stroke the boy's
shoulders.  His big hand drifted down the small of his back, cupping his
other cheek.  "You can learn more later, no?"

	Words wouldn't form.  Micah could only nod, listening to the sudden
stillness of the chamber.  The men around him had suddenly gone quiet.
With a finger, his father gestured to the two guards who had brought him
in.  "Take him to his quarters."  Those dark eyes peered down at Micah, and
he felt himself stiffen against the wet body.  "You'll learn more later."
His tone once more hardened to that which Micah was used to--the voice of
a king.  "For now go clean yourself and ready for your studies."

	And with that, four strong arms pulled Micah from his father and
began leading him away.  He could feel the eyes from the shadows, still
fixed on him.  This time, he felt more exposed than when he was brought in.
As the door closed behind them, Micah chanced one more look to his father.
The king was already dressed and standing.  Their eyes met for an instant,
that dark stare boring into Micah like a drill.

	And then the cast iron door hammered shut, cutting off whatever
connection they had just shared.