Date: Thu, 21 Oct 2010 20:52:40 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Lambda Psi 9

Lambda Psi
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


Nine: New Directions

That was heavy.  It was more then I ever wanted to know.  Dirk was much
more philosophical about the whole thing.  On the way back home he told me
to let him answer any of Tollard's questions.

"You and the others just keep him so busy he has no time to dwell on any of
this.  I think you should find him a good foster home among our members,
don't you," Dirk admonished.

Tollard stayed with us until the fall.  It was a bit emotional at first but
Dirk just seemed to know how to deal with him and the situation.  Our sons
were sad to loose this new little brother.  I was sad to loose such a
willing and enthusiastic young sex partner.  Not that I ever fucked him.
Neither Dirk or I did that but he was sure kept busy by all the other boys
and young men.

He was very proud to ware his LP medallion and that he was the youngest
member of any chapter we knew about.  It was our lawyer's family that took
him as foster parents.  His children had recently move away from home and
his wife was not taking the empty nest situation well.  Things worked out
and Tollard found a new family with much older brothers and sisters,
parents that had been there and done that before and were more then willing
to lavish parental love and in his new guardian's case, physical love on
him.  They tended to spoil him as well.  I guess they were getting into
grandparent mode a few years early.

It was truly amazing to watch Tollard grow and mature.  By 12 he had become
a true pretty boy or sissy boy.  He looked very girl like with his long
hair, long eyelashes and girlish mannerisms.  He would often ware girls
undies and displayed a true older man preference.  Most of our boys seem to
prefer older men as companions.  Tollard preferred them as sex partners.
That shifted again at about 15.  In his pretty boy phase and as said above,
he was that, Tollard seemed to delight in strength, rougher hands and
hairier male form.  He absolutely delighted in our 14" cocks, hair or no
hair on our bodies. Once the male underwear producers started making sexy
models in silk and silk-like materials that fetish seem to dissipate.  From
what he said and my observations, it was not so much the undies were
designed for girls, as the feel of the material on his boyhood.  I can
understand that.  I personally like very soft or very slick materials on
mine.  The feeling of another person's hand gliding over your butt or
across you erect cock is truly exhilarating.

Tollard was not completely alone in this.  Other boys in that age group
joined in.  It was Tollard that gave them unspoken permission.  I know he
taught a number of them how to properly wiggle their butts before the man
of their desires.  In some cases their fathers and uncles.  Even today, our
mens and boys clothing store caries a line or two of girls undies and sexy
night wear that accommodate a boy's crotch better then department store
stuff.  The sissy boy lovers figured out early on what little gifts were
required for proper attention.  The boys did look good in them and sexy
too.  I for one liked to feel those silky covered butts and did too.
...............

Over the years I had many amazing experiences.  After helping Holden
through his difficult times and finding another mutant like myself in the
process I gradually gained a reputation for assisting all kinds of young
people and a few adults in coming out.  We are not just talking men here
either.  The ladies seem to have a much simpler time of it.  Perhaps other
women feel less threatened and I guess the men know where they stand.  I am
not talking about the out and out bigots.  Bigotry knows no bounds as far
as I can see.  That is another issue.

Having completed my PhD in Economics I began to co-author books and
articles with Dirk.  We concentrated on blending Philosophy, history and
Economics, showing how the three fields worked together or against each
other, in developing a principled and workable model for societal
development.

Russell became my consulting partner and we formed Sulton & Ashford
Business Solutions.  This was part of our succession planning.  Russell had
elected to stay in our community for at least 10 more years than I would.
It was getting time for me to get out.  I would move and leave my son Sam
Jr. as Russell's partner.  In my new location I would appoint Russell
Jr. to my branch, at the appropriate time of course.  We would just have
two separate offices in separate locations.

In the mid 90's the Colorado based priests organized several one week long
conferences.  Dirk told me this was the first time anything like this had
ever been held in North America.  They planned three annual, week long
meetings, set in the early fall.  As many of us as possible were urged to
attend.  Russell was still an assistant but we brought him with us.  They
secured the exclusive use of a ski resort.  Almost everyone came.  That was
287 of us.  Only our Greek names were used.  The only street names I knew,
were those of priests I had met before, recited or trained.  Once you got
to know others, street names were often exchanged.  Dirk had taught me some
years ago how to keep track of things like people.  He kept cryptic notes
on everyone he met in the business.

"You can't expect to remember the names, faces and any details about people
you only meet once or twice in a couple of hundred years, if you don't," he
reminded me.

The internet was just becoming popular and more user friendly.  Us
university types were already communicating over Arpanet and Usenet, with
the tools of the day and had been doing so for some years. ISP's sprang up
in the early 80's and it has been a wild ride ever since. E-mail, Gopher,
Wais, FTP, Telnet, Hypercard and so on, were widely used.  Mosaic followed
by NetScape and others opened the flood gates.  By this conference every
who was anyone was connected.

Our first meeting concentrated on developing what we would now call a
virtual private network, to link us together in North America.  The
University of Illinois and MIT among others were experimenting with packet
encapsulation (tunneling), encryption and authentication. At that time it
took a lot to set the thing up, using public carriers.  Much discussion was
devoted to setting it up.  How it would be paid for.  What the operating
rules would be.  How we would maintain anonymity and confidentiality.

Some thought this would be a step backward but quickly realized that the
internal security we required demanded some kind of protection. The priests
associated with the University of Illinois would look after everything if
we would all contribute to the cost running the server.  We also reviewed
other communication methods and established some protocols for using
phones, fax and so on.  Dirk offered to use his influence to see that we
had the strongest and most up to date encryption technology.  Dirk would
not say more except to get the contact info for the technical team.

It was also decided that the LP's should have a small public "home page"
presence.  One of the New York City groups offered to maintain it.  One of
that chapter's members was big in the business.

I found most of my fellow priests well educated, well spoken, very athletic
and over all the kind of people you enjoy being with.  Us younger men
tended to be highly respectful of the older ones like Dirk.  He is the
oldest in North America.  Something I learned, from the only other one
still alive, to have follow him from Germany.  Now don't get me wrong.  Not
all of them are winners in the personality contest, just the body beauty
contest.  A few were, how should I say it, not very pleasant to be around.
For the most part they were good.  I saw no one eating, drinking or smoking
to excess.  Excessive sex is normal for us so that is not counted.

Some were highly competitive and others more relaxed.  Remember, it is one
buff group.  We are almost all about mid 20's in physical appearance.  From
what I know and could see in the locker room about all equally hung too.
Not everyone had a libido in overdrive but most were like me, petal to the
metal all the time.  Russell seemed to hang around with the other
assistants.  They were quite a group too.  Eight in total, aged from about
16 through 21.  They were most popular among themselves at least in the
bedroom.  Russell came away with lots of information about them so he would
have friends for years to come. I am sure this group ranged over a very
complete inventory of all the hobbies and fetishes one could imagine.

One aspect of our priesthood that no one ever talked about and after all
this time, I still knew nothing about, was discipline.  One rule we all
knew and realized was essential to maintain, is our anonymity before
authority.  This is, never be in a position to reveal our secrets to the
outside rule.  Given our numbers and the variety of personalities one must
wonder how some have not been identified or become known.  One older priest
from the East Coast suggested if a wayward priest did not fall on his sward
he might be helped.

We would have a brief, all in attendance gathering, in the morning and
early evening.  Most of the work was done in smaller committees.  Dirk
spent most of his committee time in philosophy and educational discussions.
I spent most of mine in business, finance and the internet nuts and bolts.
Russell floated from one to another as did the other assistants trying to
learn as much as possible.

I was good to renew friendship with those I already had met and reacquaint
ourselves with those who were only with us for a short time, such as
Jerad. Committee meetings were usually two hours long, one in the morning
and one in the afternoon.  Between meals and meetings it was physical
activities, spots, hiking and of course sex, lots and lots of sex.  We
fucked each other in every location imaginable even our rooms.  On the
Friday, we had started on Monday and would run to the following Monday, bus
loads of members 2/3 boys and 1/3 members in their 20's and 30's arrived.
Saturday and Sunday were mostly socialization and lots more sex.

I noticed that many of the priests, probably 60 or so had very distinct
chin clefts, just like Dirk.  You can only inherit that feature from your
father, it too is on the Y.  Dirk just smiled.  I guess nature demands we
humans, like all other animals, desire to spread our genetic heritage wide
and far.  Dirk I believe will die a happy man knowing he did his duty.  I
am positive not all of these priests are his sons, some would be grand sons
and great grand sons, other not related to him at all.

Over the past 25 years now, I have spread mine too.  Each of us are
different.  In my case about 60% of the babies are boys.  They may not all
express and they may not all survive.  I don't think it is wise to count.

I of course wanted to ask Dirk how he knew a code/encryption expert?  I
held off until we were alone.

"I still have contacts at the CIA."

"The CIA, you mean spooks or analysts," I asked?

"Both.  During the second war I was an OAS operative/translator/analysts.
After the war the OAS became the CIA.  I still have some contacts.  Not
many, most are dead or retired now.  That does not mean the LP's are not
active in DC, as you know.  The present priests just don't know their
membership as well as I still do.  I was Dirk III in those days. I spent
most of my time in DC and London during the war.  I operated in East and
West Germany right after it, 47 and 48. The Lesksh Pallos was almost wiped
out during the war.  Only 12 priests survived there.  Most of the French,
Dutch, Swiss, Italian, Austrian, Spanish, British and Scandinavian priests
made it.  Things were very sever in Eastern Europe.  Not that we ever had
that many.  I made sure those that remained could quickly reestablish.

In West Germany I recruited 75 and in East Germany 35.  It was lots of
fucking for sure.  That I enjoyed as you can imagine.  Many members
survived so it was just a matter of giving them a new priest.  I was not
sure how easy it would be to get that Third Rich stuff out of their heads.
It turned out simpler then I thought.  I did need to use all the magic I
could think of but it worked out in the end.  I also got 110 informants
working for us at the same time.

I went back to my old home town to see what it looked like.  It was not all
that different, more modern of course.  I reestablished the chapter there
and managed to fuck several boys and young men with a chin just like mine."
He had a big grin on his face when he said that.  "I did need to make them
into priests you realize.  It was not like incest." Me thinks he is just a
bit sensitive here.  "It was quite funny with these three. They all
recognized me as a kinsman.  They were incredulous when I told them how
this happened.  I took them to my family crypt and when they looked inside,
it was totally empty, just as I told them it would be."

When the bus loads of members showed up, I was standing with the others
when I saw him.  Einon stepped off the bus and I was smitten.  I can't ever
remember being so taken by the sight of one so young.  Einon looked to be
14 he turned out to be just 13. He is tall and blond with light blue eyes.
He has wide shoulders and very narrow midsection.  His face is long and
narrow with wide set eyes and the most engaging smile I have ever seen.
That is not why I am telling you about it.  One look at this young god and
I broadcast my feeling to everyone assembled.  I did not intend to do this
but I did.  Following a huge communal laugh, I was pushed forward toward
Einon.  My face was crimson, I could feel the heat.  His face was bright
red as well, it was obvious what was happening.

I am sure he realized what was happening.  Einon was gracious and suddenly
overcome with shyness.  I didn't quite know what to do but someone shouted
out, buy him a coke.  That is just what I did, taking his hand and leading
him away.  I do not know even today, what it is about this young man but
what ever it is or was, we both felt the result.  Just taking his hand sent
shivers through both of our bodies.  I have some ideas but Apollo was of no
help with an explanation.  Einon's Greek name is Myron, it means sweet oil
or perfume.  I was immediately struck with the appropriateness of this.
Once the immediate effects of his beauty and presence waned, I realized he
was one of us.

"Do you understand what is happening to us Myron?"

"Not completely, you?"

"Not completely as to why or how but as to what: love struck, smitten by
your aura, overcome by your presence, concurred by your beauty.  All my
mind seems to do is play the ear worm, Good Vibrations, you know the old
Beach Boys song."

We were staring into each other's eyes and holding hands like teenagers on
our first date.  It was our first date but neither of us completely
realized that at the moment.  We did about 20 minutes later when fucking
for the first time.  Myron just smiled.

"Solon, I felt it too but how is that?"

"I'll explain it all, before or after we have sex?"

"Before, I know what happens to me when I have sex with any Apollo."  We
stood and I took his hand gain leading him to my room.  As we stood by the
elevator one of the local Apollos approached but did not say anything.  I
looked at him and opened my mind for his signals.

"Was Apollo Herakleitos sending me messages," Myron asked, pressing his
body against mine?

"Yes," I smiled, "he told me you were one great fuck."

"No he didn't.  He has never had sex with me and I don't know why but I
feel he was indicating I am one of us or one with us."

The kid look very puzzled but still smiling at the prospect of the sex we
will soon be enjoying.

"He is not the Apollo at my chapter."

Okay, he knows the boy but has no direct contact with him.

"Myron, do you often get these feelings or impressions when around the
Apollos, other then myself of course?"

"Yes and no.  It is something that started just a few months ago and I
don't know, it is just, well maybe, I am just imagining what I want not
what is real."

I opened up the door to my room and we entered.  I was, oh so ready to kiss
him and ravage is body.  I was almost overcome with desire for him.  I had
not felt this way since Apollo and I first met.

"Myron, you are asking me to kiss you and fuck you.  You are telling me you
love me and need my love."

"That is true but I have not told you.  Oh, you mean you are reading my
thoughts."

Now he was bright red again.  I guess his thoughts are perhaps more graphic
then I realized.  I kissed him on the forehead and sat him on the bed.

"Okay, you got that message correct.  He told me you were one of us or like
us, that is, a member of the priestly class."

"I don't think so, I don't have magic kisses like you do," Myron protested.

"Yes you do or will have, I should say.  To have magic kisses and magic
sperm, you first need to be consummated as a priest.  I'll explain that in
a bit...."

"You mean with a little training I will be able to communicate with other
special people, I like that better then mutants."

"Yes, that is the case.  At no time did I ask you to come to my room and at
no time did I say you would be staying here for the weekend.  You called
the front desk and told them where to bring your bags, apparently on your
own.  I did place those thoughts in your head.  I can pick up your emotions
and feelings, the ones you wish me to receive and some you probably don't."
I explained everything.

"My god Solon, kiss me and fuck me and make me your apprentice," Myron
gasped.