For Valentine's Day: a Sexy Cedric Excerpt

Welcome back my darlings!

    In the spirit of Valentine's giving, I offer you an excerpt from my story, My Fearful Symmetry. This passage shows a bit about my training in India as an adept of the ancient arts, an Immortyl temple dancer and courtesan.  The scene takes place in the adepts' ashram, a secluded wing of the Chief Elder's palace, where my guru, Sandhya, a female adept, has cloistered me for training in all of the adept's arts: music, dance, conversation and tantric sex rituals.  

Warning: If you are offended by depictions of male homosexuality, you may not want to continue. Sexy Cedric is an equal opportunity lover. 

  Sandhya walked a circle around us, adjusting my arm and the angle of my chin. “Tonight Marco will teach you methods of foreplay and Auparishtaka. Fellatio. Remember, whatever he does to you, you cannot succumb to pleasure. During the act, Shakti flows through you. This power is greatest in the moments before orgasm. The longer you can prolong this state, the greater blessings you attain. You may climax only if your lover gives you leave, but during training you are completely forbidden. The adept’s restraint is legendary and a great testament to his or her skill. Most importantly you gain power over your impulses and achieve greater spiritual awareness. This is not without cost. Even an Immortyl body suffers from such rigorous training. For some the pain of denial is unbearable. Few have the fortitude and stamina to learn this discipline.”

    Marco invoked the Mother’s blessing. He took me by the hand and led me next to the bed. His light hands ran down over my shoulders and abdomen. His mouth nuzzled along my throat and chest and then took small bites all over. Sensation awakened. My skin tingled and throbbed. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to shut out the warmth of that wet orifice and the tickle of silky hair trailing in its wake. I dared not open my eyes and look on Sandhya’s juicy body, or I’d be finished. A moan escaped me.

   “Concentrate,” Sandhya reminded me. “Focus your energy. Visualize the Mother’s terrible power. Deep breaths now, deep breaths.”

     I gritted my teeth. “This is torture.”

   “You don’t know the meaning of the word. Repeat the mantra. Marco, continue.”

   Marco went down on me and proceeded to do wicked things with lips and tongue, employing palms and fingers for good measure. Visions of Kali dismembering demons filled my head. Didn’t help. I then recalled every distasteful sight I’d ever seen, even boring cricket matches from school, anything to take my mind off what was happening below my navel. Taking a deep breath, I chanted.
      It didn't help either. I opened my eyes. “Can’t we stop for a bit?”

   Sandhya stood there as ruthless as our patron Goddess, not moving a muscle as she observed this boy-on-boy action. “The idea is to absorb the seminal fluid up through the spine to the brain. Keep trying.”

   Biologically impossible, but I humored her, chanting louder and calling up images of the chief elder to dampen my desire. Just when I thought I couldn't hold off any longer, she made Marco pull back. I caught my breath. Marco wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. I wished I could go out for a smoke, but Sandhya had confiscated the last packet of fags in my luggage and forbidden them, saying they made me smell bad.

   “Limber your muscles,” she suggested. Sandhya held her hands on her hips and tapped her foot, as I went through a routine of Hatha postures to stretch out and took a series of cleansing breaths. Then she motioned to Marco. “Again.”

   This went on for an hour, with her stopping him and making me do exercises between. Then we switched places a while. My body calmed a bit with concentration on the task. Then we switched back for him to teach me new techniques. My jaws ached by the time she finally called a halt.

   Sandhya placed a hand on my shoulder and said in a soft voice, “We will move on tomorrow night. Go and rest now.”

   I picked up my clothes from the floor and dressed. I hurt all over. My knees would have formed calluses had I been mortal. Marco looked as miserable as I felt. He pulled on his clothes and left. Sandhya hadn't allowed him relief either. I shuffled back to my room and curled up on my uncomfortable bed. If I wasn't so exhausted, I might have done something about it.

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