Date: Mon, 6 Oct 2008 00:02:44 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Temple Duty

				TEMPLE DUTY
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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On the eighth day after the first full moon of autumn, it was time for my
father to take me to the Temple of the Sky, there to first serve the
Goddess as was the duty of every boy of my age. I was nervous as I packed
my few things into a length of cloth to carry with me. A bar of soap to
cleanse myself, a necklace my mother had given me to wear, which was a blue
stone in the shape of a teardrop, a clean wrap to wear should my stay be
more than a few days (a horrible thought), some oil for my hair so it would
be smooth and shiny, the better to cleanse the one who would choose
me. These were my only belongings I was taking. Please, I prayed to the
Goddess of the Temple of the Sky, please let me be chosen on my first
day. It was such a mark of the Goddess' pleasure, to be chosen quickly
after your arrival.

My father stood in the doorway when I was ready. Tall, strong, handsome, my
father is, and he looked at me with pride. "My son." he said.

"My father." I said and made the proper gesture of respect.

"May the Sky Goddess show her blessing to you on this day of your birth."
My father said.

"I only hope to be so worthy." I agreed.

"Come." My father turned and led the way to the Temple, myself, his son,
walking four steps behind him. Standing on the hill my ancestors had
labored to build in the center of our town, the Temple of the Goddess was
formed of stones crafted to fit so perfectly together that the entire
building was like one stone, only the faintest of lines showing the stones,
rectangles of gray stone cut flat and polished until it gleamed in the
sun's rays, reflecting the sky. It was surrounded by the houses of her
worshipers which included my family, the huts built of simpler wood with
straw roofs.

My eyes, though, were on my father. Such a tall and masterful man, his
stride was one of proud purpose, his body clean and toned by the sun to the
color of the drying stalks of corn, his powerful muscles rippling with his
every movement. His bare back to me, was smoother than the Temple stones
and far more beautiful. The pale bronze of his skin was majestic and I
longed to touch it, hold him and be held by him. Far better than the
Blessing of the Goddess would be to have my father hold me in his
arms. Except for religious rituals, my father had not touched me since soon
after my birth. Far better than the Goddess...

But we were now walking through her walls, such thoughts were not to be
tolerated here. I must pledge myself to the service of the Goddess of the
Sky, otherwise, she would spurn me, her hands would not cause the sun to
shine upon me, not bring the clouds that held the rains to water my
crops. No, my every thought must be of the Goddess while within her
walls....

"My son." My father said as he turned to me. He approached me, to my great
surprise, and I watched as his hand, his large and magnificent hand that
tended the fields that fed my family and myself, his hand came down and
rested upon my shoulder! I nearly swooned at the tenderness of that
touch. Better than the Goddess, oh, so much better!

"My son, I must leave you here." my father said. "I shall return in the
morning to see if you have been chosen and so may leave."

"I pray it may be so." I said as slowly as I could. His hand remained upon
my shoulder still, I looked up into his eyes, a sharp, clear gray, and felt
the love from them like the golden rays of the sun, only better, so much
better!

"May the Goddess protect you." my father's hand squeezed my shoulder, an
actual squeeze! But that was the end of it, he lifted his hand and backed
away, my eyes feasted upon him, this man who had touched me at last, at
last, truly touched me! Then he turned and walked away, back out the gates
and out of the Temple.

Now I must make myself ready to be chosen. I took myself to the fountain
where other lads my age were bathing and I cleansed my body as carefully as
I could. Done, I donned my wrap again, smoothed and slicked my hair until
it shone in my reflection, and draped around my neck the necklace with the
blue stone to nestle between my breasts.

This done, I went to the area of the other waiting boys, knelt down at a
clear spot, laid out my length of cloth, and sat upon it, to await the man
who would choose me.

A man came over to me, and my heart went into my throat. I started to
speak, but the boy next to me said, "Greetings, visitor!"

The man's attention went away from me and he saw the other boy and
smiled. "Greetings." he returned.

"Won't you choose me and take me with you into the Temple?" the boy asked.

"Indeed I shall." the man extended his hand, the boy took it, and the man
led him into the inner gate.

Curse! I thought to myself. I must not let this happen again. My father
would return in the morning, and I wanted to honor him by being free to go
with him when he did!

But the next man stopped before he got as far as I was, and so did the next
and the next. Worried, I moved my cloth to be nearer the front gate, but
the men then seemed to wish to see all the boys that were available, they
passed me by, chose others. I moved my cloth twice more before sundown, but
it was hopeless. The gates were closed for the night, and I was left to
wrap the cloth about me as best I could, and shiver through the night.

My father arrived soon after dawn, but I could only look at him and shake
my head around and around, nothing, no, not yet. My father's smile drooped,
and he dropped his eyes down in disappointment, turned and walked back to
our house and his fields.

I returned to the fountain, washed myself again, put on my other wrap in
hopes that its lighter color might be more appealing. I smiled at every man
who came near, as the afternoon came, I called to them, as the sun sank, I
called to them as the boy had who had taken the first man who had looked at
me. Nothing worked. As night came yet again, I began to realize that the
Goddess had spurned me! Horrible! Other boys had been here for several
days, one for over a month, but those were ugly boys, one very obese and
the other pocked badly with facial marks and oversized ears, and I wasn't
ugly, I wasn't! I couldn't be!

I remembered with agony my thoughts of disrespect to the Goddess. She had
heard and she had turned her back on me!

My father came the next morning and all I could do was try to hide my face
and my tears as I shook my head in the circle once more. My father, this
time, did not leave at once, but instead went to speak with one of the
priests of the Temple, and then he left. This was odd, as my father was
banned from entering the Temple until I had been chosen by one of the men
and led inside myself. He would have no reason to speak to the man, who was
in charge of leading the men and boys to the rooms they would use.

My father returned that afternoon. He was wearing his best clothes, and
behaved as unlike the simple farmer that he was as he could be. The priest
from the morning came up to him and my father tossed him the gift of the
visitor as casually as if the gift wouldn't take every coin he had saved
for so long. Then he came among the boys to take his choice, just as if I
weren't there.

I lowered my eyes at this. To have my father select another boy in front of
me would be the ultimate in degradation, my father taking another boy back
to the rooms and there to enjoy his favors under the blessing of the
Goddess as I, miserable me, waited outside still for someone, anyone, to
select me. I decided that the next man who came near, I would beg him to
take me, plead as piteously as I could.

A shadow fell across my cloth and I raised my eyes to beg. My father was
there. "Greetings." my father said to me.

"Greetings." I said.

I saw his lips form the word and I amended my words to the proper
form. "Greetings, visitor."

"Greetings."

He had given me the word of a man who was choosing a boy. My eyes widened,
and his lips urged me to speak on.

I dared it. "Won't you choose me and take me with you into the Temple?" I
asked, my lower lip trembling.

"Indeed I shall." And my father extended his hand.

I took it in wonder. And gratitude. My father, seeing me having to linger
in the Temple, had come to take me himself in to the Goddess' sanctum.

The priest guided us to a room. Inside was a bed like the one my parents
had, and unlike it. It was wider, with thicker padding, and the finest of
coverings adorned it. My father led me over to this bed and sat down upon
it, myself standing before him. This put our faces closer to each other,
for normally my eyes, if only looking straight ahead, could not see above
his waist.

Trembling, I stepped into my father's arms, and this time, instead of
merely touching me, the arms enfolded about me and they drew me to him and
our chests touched and my heart pounded against his breast, and my father's
lips reached to mine and he gave me the kiss of acceptance.

I felt such a shivering in my bones when he did this that I nearly lost
control of my bladder, I wanted this kiss to go on and on. And it did, my
father's kiss was slow, lingering and his hands touched me, stroked upon
me, brought my skin to life.

I gingerly reached my own hands to his ribs and I dared to touch my
father. Always before, always, he had touched me, I had never dreamed of
running my hand over his skin, that skin that gleamed and begged me to
touch it, I hadn't dared...until now.

My father threw his head back and groaned as my fingers stroked over his
ribs, onto his back. "Ah, son, my son." he gasped.

"Father." I said to him, and the single word was an entire prayer for me. A
prayer of gratitude.

His hands, those hands I had dreamed of every night for as long as I could
remember, they came down and touched my wrap, pulled it away from my body,
and I was naked before my father. When his fingers reached for my badge of
maleness, I could only groan with the delight, the pleasure, the sheer
rhapsody of the feeling that permeated my entire being in one lightning
instant as he drew his fingers up and down the length of my shaft.

"Ah, ah, father!" I sighed.

And I dared to reach for his wrap, I pulled it loose so that it lay upon
either side of him, and in the middle of him that this revealed there was
the tower of his manhood! So firm, so large, so beautifully capped with his
glans that peered from within the mantle of his foreskin wrinkled around
its base. And looking into my father's eyes, I drew the courage to reach
and take his cock in my own turn, the hot column nearly singed my fingers
with its heat, and I clutched and I tugged upwards at it as he had done for
me.

"Oh, my son, my son!" my father sighed and I reached to kiss him again, and
when I did, he drew me onto the bed with him, his strong body lifted me
bodily up with his own as he turned to rest entirely upon the bed, and me
with him, riding atop him, the way you would ride a boat upon the waters of
the ocean that I'd never seen but was in all the stories I'd been told
about the fires at night.

"My beloved." I said as the ritual prescribed. "I know nothing of what I
need to know to be a man. Teach me, my beloved, how to love and how to be
loved, as befits those who love the Goddess of the Sky."

"I shall." my father said to me. "I shall teach you well."

And here the ritual as I had learned it was done. From now on, my father
must guide me in what was to be done.

And he did, and with his instructions, given in the clear, simple terms of
a farmer and the son of a farmer such as he was and I would be, I kissed my
way over his body, pleasing him in so many ways. My lips touched and my
tongue teased the nubs of his nipples, and my hands danced over the ridges
of his abs as I lowered myself on the bed, traveling downwards to his
pillar of maleness.

I reached the base of it at last, and more words from my father, these
given in more terse, halting words, for my father's pleasure was causing
his prick to stream a clear fluid that reached down to where I was now
resting my lips, my tongue caught this elixir and I found it salty, sharp,
and so, so delightfully like my father. He would teach and I would learn.

"Yes, now, my son, kiss your way up to the top." my father instructed. "As
you go, glean from my shaft the fluid I have spilled, for it is the essence
of life from which you were created. Drink of it, my son, and revitalize
yourself with life's nectar."

I did as he told me, licking and sucking my way up his prodigal shaft, it
was the length of two-thirds the space from my fingertips to my elbow in
size, and when I crested the peak and closed upon the central fountain of
his life fluid, my father moaned. "Yes, my son, my son, drink of my life,
feast upon myself. Now you must wring more of the fluid from me, and you do
this by closing your mouth over the top of my rod and onto my foreskin,
with it held in your lips, you will draw it up and down my shaft and this
will give me the greatest of pleasure, and it will cause my fluid, which is
born from my pleasure, to seep out to reward you."

I did as I was bade, and my father's moans were repeated with every stroke
I took. "Ah, my son, now move the faster." he said when my efforts began to
fail to win more of his body's essences. "You must use your mouth's waters
to grease your movements so that you may take me the deeper, and when you
can take more than half of it within your mouth and your throat, then you
can stop and I will show you somewhat more of what is to be done."

With this promise, I plied myself to my father's dong, my lips sucked on
his prod with a worshipful adoration that I did not need to feign as I had
feared I would, for this was my father, the one I had wanted to touch, to
be touched by, for so very long, and now, now, my father was mine to touch
as I would.

As I moved upon him, I felt him mumbling in almost wordless sounds, and
then I felt the touch of his finger to my buttocks which were close beside
him. His hands moved my legs further apart and then I felt the finger at my
buttocks, which he had covered with his own saliva, probing at my anus.

I had to groan as the thick digit wormed itself into me, my own delight in
pleasing my father now was added to by my pleasure at the feel of his
finger at this most intimate of places on my body, the skin there was so
sensitive and unused to touch from any source, myself included, that the
skin screamed in delight as he tickled at my sphincter, and the tip of his
finger found its way in and it cleaved the way for the rest of his finger
to enter.

I was manfully working my way further down his prick, I now had nearly a
quarter of it slick with my spit and humming powerfully from the lust
building within it as I worked it back and forth, on and on. My lips were
tiring, but I persevered, for this was the first time, the most special
time, and I wanted it to be perfect for my beloved in every way, perfect
for my father who had always been the perfect man for me.

And his finger wormed inside me, and then he withdrew it, only to send it
back inside, this time with its neighbor alongside, and I had two of his
fingers twisting into me, my body was begging for more, more, let this
moment go on forever if that forever meant that there could be more and
ever more of this.

"Now, my son." my father said. "Now we will complete the ritual."

It surprised me that he insisted on breaking up our embrace entirely, he
then placed me on the bed on my back, and himself above me, his knees
between my spread legs, and then he caught my legs and drew them up around
his body, and my entire lower half of my body was brought up off the bed,
and I clutched my father about his slim waist as he caught me about my body
barrel and I felt his greased manhood touch my sphincter which had been
stretched and readied by his fingers. I suddenly knew just what the
"completion of the ritual" would be.

"I am about to take you." my father said. He would have continued but I
spoke.

"I know, father." I said. "Please, take me, let me feel you inside myself,
now and forever, you inside of me."

My father groaned at this and his hips swung forward and the strength of
his virility held his prong firmly stiff as he drove it into me.

I cried out, partly in pain but mostly in rapturous pleasure, my father now
possessed me, I was his, truly his, now, for his very essence was deep
within me.

My father was panting now, heavily, huskily, as though every breath was
ripped from his lungs. "My son." he gasped. "Let your body get used to
this, and I shall continued to move as I have, and as you have done for me
so far."

"Then let me move for you now." I groaned and I used my legs about his
waist to lift myself up and I swung myself like that, moving my ass back
and forth upon his prod.

My father moaned and when I slowed my motions as my muscles, so unused to
this movement, could not continue, my father began to thrust himself into
me, back and forth, and with it, his dong plowed into me and pulled out to
plow itself into me again.

And every motion of his prick built joy within me, I wanted more of this,
more, my hands and my legs began to help me move with my father, the two of
us moved as one, we would be like this forever, the two of us in one
action, the link between us the power of my father's cock!

My father's face was flushed in a way I had never seen before, a redness
building up in his face, he was now sweating as he rammed his dick into me
harder, faster, more, more, I want more, father, more, more! I mumbled
something of this as his groans of pleasure built up higher and higher.

And then he said something that I didn't understand. "Here it comes, son,
here it comes!"

I was about to ask what when I got my answer. My father's cock, accompanied
by a loud roar of his ecstasy, sprayed a heavy load of his life's juices
into my body. Long, hot and stingingly salty, he pumped his sperm into me
and I felt in reward the joy of the life in me building up and up, I was
more than alive, I was rising to the very levels of the Goddess! Up, up,
up! And then I, too, felt the shivering power of my father's joy as it
echoed within myself, my own body wracked with the shuddering energy of raw
new life surging through the both of us.

And he was done and my father was drained, weak from his life draining from
him into me, he slumped down and his weight rested upon me, crushing me
beneath him. I could barely breathe, my lips partially buried under his
shoulder and my nose jammed under his left ear, but I still never wanted
this to end, ever, ever!

But my father's life returned to him, he gathered himself and lifted his
body off of me. "Now, my son, you have done your duty to the Goddess." he
said to me. "You have honored her by accepting the love of a man for her,
and you can return with me in the morning to our home once more."

"Stay a bit longer." I begged my father.

My father denied me this, but with a smile. "If I were to stay, I would
want you a second time."

"A second time, yes, and a third, and a fourth." I said, hungrily.

"You must now go on into the Temple and stand before the Goddess." my
father reminded me. "I must now go back to our home. But I shall return for
you on the morrow and you shall come with me."

I watched my father wearily dress himself and then he walked out the door
of the room. But at the end, he turned and looked at me and smiled a smile
that was more than of a father toward his son. So very much more.

I made the prayer to the Goddess in her Temple, seeing her for the first
time. A large stone woman who holds the entire world in her hands. We were
all but her servants, dependent upon her mercy for all things.

I said the prayer and I made the motions. But my heart was only waiting,
waiting for morning when my father would come to get me and we would go
back to our home, my duty at the Temple done, my life with my father
restored.

				  THE END
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