Rasmi

By andy carmichael

Published on Aug 7, 2004

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We were in the garden of the temple, near the large rectangular pond which was calm and silent, with purple lotus growing in one corner and only an occasional fish to be seen. We were there, five of us, to consecrate the new lingam, placed east of the temple building in a small grove of trees. The lingam was almost as tall as a man, hewn from dark rock and carved to accentuate the features of the phallus, unlike the more common form that only suggests these features with delicate lines. Arun, the head of our group, was clearly pleased. The stone had been placed in the grove by workmen the previous day, but already had an aura of power about it.

Arun removed his sarong first and his cock was already distended, though not fully erect. He stroked it slowly to make it stiffen, then pressed himself against the lingam and began to rub up and down against it. I watched the straining muscles of his back, his buttocks squeezing as he pushed against the stone, heard his breath deepening with each push. He let out a long, loud moan as he came, his sperm squirting onto the lingam in streams of pearl. He pulled away to squeeze the last of the semen from his erection and spread it on the lingam. We came forward and helped to smear his cum over the stone, and I drank in the warm musky smell and the sensation of my hands massaging the sticky fluid.

We each followed in turn, doing the same. Each one of us was now clearly erect as we removed our sarongs, and when my turn came, second from last, the lingam was warm with the touch of bodies and slimy with the liquid we had offered up. As I thrust against the rock and brought myself to orgasm, I could feel a deeper inner heat from the lingam and a gripping sensation as my cock exploded and my cum shot out over the stone. Afterwards, we put garlands on the lingam, offered silent prayers, then went to the small bathing room in the temple to clean ourselves before returning to our rooms.

The offering of sperm to the lingam took place on the days of the new moon and full moon each month, but in these ceremonies we masturbated each other into silver cups, then Arun would rub the sticky mass over the head of the lingam and progressively down its shaft. Usually there were twenty-one of us from the temple, but sometimes with visitors from other parts of the province we had up to fifty temple dwellers. At these times, the head and shaft of the lingam stone was wet and glistening in the reddish light of early evening.

In the seventh lunar month we had a novice come to us. His name was Rasmi and he shared my room. It is important that novices enter the temple just before they experience their first orgasm, though it's common that many appear shortly afterwards. Rasmi was still to let loose his sperm, but Arun had examined his body closely and said the time was close, so the five of us who had consecrated the lingam took Rasmi to the stone each night and had him stand naked with his back pressed against it. His cock was slender and smooth, but a small patch of pubic hair was already set around it. His scrotum was small but his testicles well formed and silken to touch. Arun masturbated Rasmi until he was stiff, then each of us masturbated ourselves, catching the sperm as we ejaculated and rubbing it over Rasmi's erection, his balls, the lower part of his abdomen, inside his thighs and underneath. By the time the five of us had done this, Rasmi's cock was fully hard and standing up, and would throb with excitement, but it took nine days before his body finally gave up the first milky fluid, which we quickly caught and smothered onto the lingam. Rasmi was now a temple dweller and we had a small celebration before announcing him to the others the next morning.

That night he had slept soundly from the time his head touched the pillow, and I lay for a long time looking at his smooth naked body in the darkness. The second night, I invited him into my bed. He was shy at first, though not nervous, and as I held him to me I could feel his cock already stiff. My erection grew to press against his as we kissed silently and explored our bodies. I lay him on his back and moved my mouth down over his chest, the small dark nipples and his slim, firm stomach. As I reached the warm hard flesh, I grasped the shaft to pull back the foreskin and plunged his cock into my mouth. He moaned and his cock twitched against the inside of my mouth. I was afraid he would come too quickly, so rested gently for a while so he would get used to the sensation, then slowly sucked up and down on the shaft, releasing then swallowing the head before letting his cock loose and licking and massaging his balls, and returning to his cock. I continued like this for some time and was pleased to see him enjoying it and prolonging his excitement.

I laid back myself and pulled him towards me, indicating that he should do the same to me. He tentatively moved down my body and I felt his teeth squeeze my right nipple before his tongue traced a warm wet trail down the centre of my stomach. He grabbed my cock and took a deep breath, then shoved it boldly into his mouth and sucked vigorously. I was going to ask him to slow down, but it felt too good. His head bobbed up and down as he pushed my cock further into his mouth, sucked the head then dropped to lick and press into my balls. I held him to me again and felt the heat exuding from his body and the light sheen of perspiration that covered his skin. Our cocks rubbed and pushed against each other and I could feel his shaft throbbing. I grabbed hold of it and masturbated him forcefully as his body leapt and twisted, then the spurts of cum shot out, over his stomach, my hand and onto the bed. He groaned and let out a deep sigh of relief, smiling at me and grasping my cock. I scooped up his cum and rubbed it over my erection, then had him masturbate me. He took to it with energy and purpose, squeezing and pumping hard and strong, running the full length of my shaft. His sperm lubricated the process perfectly and in a short time I felt my rear hole squeeze, my balls lift up and suddenly my whole being surrendering to the orgasm, my cum shooting into Rasmi's face as he was caught unawares. When I was spent, he wiped the cum from his face and swallowed it, savouring the taste. From that time we became inseparable, and though some of the temple dwellers have left to a new garden in the west, Rasmi and I have remained here, content.

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