MyJockStrap
05-25-2005, 06:21 PM
Prayerotica (Narcissus)
The sunlight bathed the horizon with a warm glow that draped over the landscape and danced along the rushing waters of the Hudson as the birds dotted the sky with their flight and ornamented the breeze with a chirping that floated upwards along the tree lined cliff. The retreat center compound, nestled among the trees at the top of the cliff, genuflected before the beauty of the flowing river landscape and formed its humble presence with a small scattering of buildings. Once the grounds of a convent, the tree line reclaimed the vast majority of the grounds by reestablishing itself in previously cleared spaces between the buildings and lent the compound a summer camp atmosphere that greatly diminished the lines between the architecture of nature and the architecture of civilization. One patch of land remained unclaimed by the trees, and there, outlined in thinning lines of dirt cut into the grass covered surface, stood a seven-ring labyrinth. Two figures, one behind the other, stood at the entrance of the first ring and readied themselves to enter.
"I enter asking for grace.
Like a hand to glove,
Like the sea to sand,
Like the air to land,
Like your spirit to a dove,
Shower me with your love."
He followed him, as requested, and wondered exactly how this interaction would work. He walked quietly and deliberately and measured the pace of each step by the distance between himself and the body ahead. At moments, he took larger and more frequent steps, thereby closing the distance between them. At other times, he took smaller less frequent steps, lest he appear overeager and scare the other away, but paused to ask himself what the chances of that were at this point? He asked the wary follower into the labyrinth; they were walking together, not taking separate self-initiated journeys. They were walking together, but there was something separate about this walk, a distance between them greater than the several steps between them now. Deciding that is the way it always is at first, he decided to close the distance between them and could not help but worry over the response his approach would elicit.
"Our father
Who art in heaven
Hallowed be thou name."
At the precise moment his forward movement promised physical contact, he received his answer via the revolving body before him. With this confirmation, he dropped to his knees and waited for a sign. Reading the lack of a sign as a sign itself, he perceived the silence passing between them as an affirmative and pushed his face to his crotch. His already stiff cock rapidly hardened between his lips, and his cock hardened as he pressed his mouth to the bulge protruding from his khaki pants. The growing erection formed his only response, and he waited for a pelvis thrust forward or the feel of his hands behind his head to urge him onward, but neither came.
"Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
On earth as it is in heaven."
His fully erect cock strained his zipper as he tongued the folds of it open. He slid his fingers over his bulge and pulled the zipper open, revealing an inner swelling of white cotton. Licking the cotton till it was heavy with saliva, he palmed his cock with both hands and slid them up to his belt. Fingering the buckle, he loosened it. The clink of the belt pin on the buckle sounded in his ears as he fingered his pants button open. With the zipper lowered, his pants spread open, slid down his waist, and came to a rest over his backside and thighs. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of his briefs, he pulled them down and over his stiffening bulge; his cock sprang out from the restraint of the briefs and hung midair before his face, as he parted his lips.
"Give us this day
Our daily bread."
His cock's radiant warmth hit his tongue before the spongy head passed through his parted lips. He encircled his lips over the head and slid his erect cock further into his mouth. The tip of his tongue danced over the taut skin at the base of the head and massaged the cock shaft, as he pulled the back of his mouth open and pushed his cock to the back of his throat, releasing a slurping noise as he did so. Wrapping his lips tightly over the circumference of his erection, he withdrew his mouth until his lips were over the narrower part of his cock and forced them tightly over the thicker folds of his head. Just as his cock was about to spring free from his withdrawing lips, he thrust it to the back of his throat, only to repeat the slow and methodical withdrawal of it from his mouth. Quickening his pace, he felt the tickle of pubic hair on his lips as he continued to inhale his stiffened cock to its base. With the engorged head sliding over his tongue, he pondered using his hands in proper adoration, and with palm pressed to palm and fingers facing heaven, he raised his prayerful hands until his index fingers touched the tip of his chin and grazed his balls.
"Forgive us our trespasses
As we forgive those
Who trespass against us."
Grazing the center of his dangling balls with the very tips of his fingers, he continued to throat his cock. It hardened in his mouth as he slid his fingers over his balls and pulled on them gently. Pursing his lips, he cupped his balls in his hands and began to oscillate his lips over his head. His head mushroomed fully between his lips as he removed one of his hands from his balls, wrapped it around his shaft, and began to pump it furiously as he continued to work his head with his lips.
"Lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil."
Cupping his balls with one hand, stroking his erection with the other, and suckling his head with his lips, he felt his balls withdrawing into his body, and as he began to convulse, he threw his head back and raised his gaze to the cloudless sky as a warm white rain covered his face.
"Amen."
The sunlight bathed the horizon with a warm glow that draped over the landscape and danced along the rushing waters of the Hudson as the birds dotted the sky with their flight and ornamented the breeze with a chirping that floated upwards along the tree lined cliff. The retreat center compound, nestled among the trees at the top of the cliff, genuflected before the beauty of the flowing river landscape and formed its humble presence with a small scattering of buildings. Once the grounds of a convent, the tree line reclaimed the vast majority of the grounds by reestablishing itself in previously cleared spaces between the buildings and lent the compound a summer camp atmosphere that greatly diminished the lines between the architecture of nature and the architecture of civilization. One patch of land remained unclaimed by the trees, and there, outlined in thinning lines of dirt cut into the grass covered surface, stood a seven-ring labyrinth. Two figures, one behind the other, stood at the entrance of the first ring and readied themselves to enter.
"I enter asking for grace.
Like a hand to glove,
Like the sea to sand,
Like the air to land,
Like your spirit to a dove,
Shower me with your love."
He followed him, as requested, and wondered exactly how this interaction would work. He walked quietly and deliberately and measured the pace of each step by the distance between himself and the body ahead. At moments, he took larger and more frequent steps, thereby closing the distance between them. At other times, he took smaller less frequent steps, lest he appear overeager and scare the other away, but paused to ask himself what the chances of that were at this point? He asked the wary follower into the labyrinth; they were walking together, not taking separate self-initiated journeys. They were walking together, but there was something separate about this walk, a distance between them greater than the several steps between them now. Deciding that is the way it always is at first, he decided to close the distance between them and could not help but worry over the response his approach would elicit.
"Our father
Who art in heaven
Hallowed be thou name."
At the precise moment his forward movement promised physical contact, he received his answer via the revolving body before him. With this confirmation, he dropped to his knees and waited for a sign. Reading the lack of a sign as a sign itself, he perceived the silence passing between them as an affirmative and pushed his face to his crotch. His already stiff cock rapidly hardened between his lips, and his cock hardened as he pressed his mouth to the bulge protruding from his khaki pants. The growing erection formed his only response, and he waited for a pelvis thrust forward or the feel of his hands behind his head to urge him onward, but neither came.
"Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
On earth as it is in heaven."
His fully erect cock strained his zipper as he tongued the folds of it open. He slid his fingers over his bulge and pulled the zipper open, revealing an inner swelling of white cotton. Licking the cotton till it was heavy with saliva, he palmed his cock with both hands and slid them up to his belt. Fingering the buckle, he loosened it. The clink of the belt pin on the buckle sounded in his ears as he fingered his pants button open. With the zipper lowered, his pants spread open, slid down his waist, and came to a rest over his backside and thighs. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of his briefs, he pulled them down and over his stiffening bulge; his cock sprang out from the restraint of the briefs and hung midair before his face, as he parted his lips.
"Give us this day
Our daily bread."
His cock's radiant warmth hit his tongue before the spongy head passed through his parted lips. He encircled his lips over the head and slid his erect cock further into his mouth. The tip of his tongue danced over the taut skin at the base of the head and massaged the cock shaft, as he pulled the back of his mouth open and pushed his cock to the back of his throat, releasing a slurping noise as he did so. Wrapping his lips tightly over the circumference of his erection, he withdrew his mouth until his lips were over the narrower part of his cock and forced them tightly over the thicker folds of his head. Just as his cock was about to spring free from his withdrawing lips, he thrust it to the back of his throat, only to repeat the slow and methodical withdrawal of it from his mouth. Quickening his pace, he felt the tickle of pubic hair on his lips as he continued to inhale his stiffened cock to its base. With the engorged head sliding over his tongue, he pondered using his hands in proper adoration, and with palm pressed to palm and fingers facing heaven, he raised his prayerful hands until his index fingers touched the tip of his chin and grazed his balls.
"Forgive us our trespasses
As we forgive those
Who trespass against us."
Grazing the center of his dangling balls with the very tips of his fingers, he continued to throat his cock. It hardened in his mouth as he slid his fingers over his balls and pulled on them gently. Pursing his lips, he cupped his balls in his hands and began to oscillate his lips over his head. His head mushroomed fully between his lips as he removed one of his hands from his balls, wrapped it around his shaft, and began to pump it furiously as he continued to work his head with his lips.
"Lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil."
Cupping his balls with one hand, stroking his erection with the other, and suckling his head with his lips, he felt his balls withdrawing into his body, and as he began to convulse, he threw his head back and raised his gaze to the cloudless sky as a warm white rain covered his face.
"Amen."