And so it came to pass that a call went out, letting it be known far and wide that an all-day celebration of sex was set to happen on the vernal equinox. The message rode on sunbeams and rain showers, wind storms and natural scents, moonlight and alignments of the stars, making its way into the minds of lovers of every stripe, who turned their heads and suddenly knew without knowing that hedonism was on the offering in a nearby location. Each muscular hunk felt their nipples harden as if a sensual lover had just blown on them, their eyesight sharpening and their nose suddenly inhaling the scent of their own armpits and crotch funk. Their cocks twitched, their balls swelled, and their holes began to ache, each in desperate need to breed and seed, to rim and pound, to guzzle dong and drench their brawny hides in silky spooge.
I stood in an open field surrounded by trees not far from campus, feeling the breeze alternate between warm and cold as it caressed my naked body, which was sending out the call, the vibe, the natural pulsation of the world perfectly in tune with my being, creating the invitation and drawing men into my love spell. Buck and Leo and a dozen of their hot hippie friends all worked in the nude, their long soft schlongs wagging back and forth, their heavy low-hanging balls softly swaying between their legs as they erected a large pole in honor of our ritual.
From the woods, they began to arrive, men in a bewildering array of forms and tones, masculine, feminine, gay, straight, and neither, their shoulders heaving, their pecs perfect, their stomachs beautiful, their asses pert. Some were hairy and some were naturally smooth. Some were skinny and some were built like linebackers. Some were sluts and some had never before done anything with another dude. But all were ready to partake in an orgy of touch and smell and taste and sights and the heavenly sounds of fucking in nature.
The field was resplendent with wildflowers and the scent of lupin and pine, the grass soft and verdant, the air filled with birdsong. I watched each boy as they emerged from the trees, noting their hairy nutsacks and excellent dongs, uncut and just beginning to drip with the tiniest bit of precum. Each arrived with some nervous fluttering in their abdomens but were set at ease as they saw their similarly-minded brethren, letting it all hang out in the buff, admiring each other's adonis-like physiques as they hugged and caressed and gave each other loving pecks on the lips in greeting. Some wore the horns of different animals on their heads----ibexes and addaxes, oryxes and blackbucks, markhors and antelope, along with the usual bulls and rams and stags----and each gave a name that reflected some wild creature: Lowell, Drake, Ari, Deryn, Bram, Raoul, Marshall, Tipu, Dane, Arthur, Hershel, Khuram, Lyall, Sable, Dillon, Wren, Auberon, Leander, Coyote, Fox, Okami, Orson, Joey, Kaliya, Tiercel, Brock, Hawk, Sparrow, Lynx, Channing, Corvin, Griffin, Jaguar, Laith, Bunny, and many more!
How did they know to come like this? Who had informed them of the proper rites, the costuming, the way to act around their fellow hunks? It was all simply there, unwritten, uncomplicated, a boundless expression of the infinite love of the cosmos that we would now share between us. My fingers caressed their luxurious hair, their sumptuous bodies, their ever-inspiring cocks, their heavy balls, finding their way into the deep crevices of their armpits and asses, each a marvel, flawless, sturdy and strapping and rugged from head to toe. The smell rising from the men in the field was fragrant and highly-seasoned, aphrodisiac in quality, like the rutting scent of beasts in heat. It spun around my head and took me to a transcendent space, where I was in tune with and could commune with the forces of creation themselves.
No words were necessary as we began the ritual, precisely when the sun was directly overhead, shining in its full glory upon our beautiful bodies. Some men pounded drums, others played panpipes, while the rest of us stood around the maypole and gazed into each other's eyes. A swell of appreciation and gratitude passed between us as we placed our rugged arm around each other's heaving shoulders and smiled and laughed, feeling the vibration and electricity of touching one another, skin to skin, hip to hip, everyone staring and admiring the insane uncut dongs of those who had gathered here. I felt the slow build up of energy that came from bringing together so much passion and affection, the worshiping of the natural world and the glorious creations that it had brought forth. A magnificent Indigenous guy wearing long earrings made from feathers, with further feathers in his long black hair, moved to the center of the circle and spoke.
"Spirits of the east, we come to honor and partake in your intelligence and wit. You, who are associated with air, bring us knowledge, discernment, and intellectual curiosity. As the bird turns upon the wind, you help us look to the rising sun, where we are given a fresh start, an invigorating breath, and new ideas. Bless us, oh eastern deities, with all the wisdom of your learning."
A quarter of the way around the circle of men, another dude stepped forward, dark-skinned and with a Brazilian accent, the wings of a butterfly painted on his handsome bearded face.
"Spirits of the south, we come to indulge and feast on your heat and desire. You, who are associated with fire, get our blood moving, our bodies warm, our spirits aflame with endless transformational force. As all manner of migrating creatures heads south for the winter, you call us out of hibernation and into action. Bless us, oh southern deities, with the light of your powerful glow."
When he finished, one more guy came forward, standing opposite the first in the circle. He was a tall, wide white dude with a huge beard, one of those cheesy Viking helmets on head, and his face painted blue.
"Spirits of the west, we come to gather in your embrace and compassion. You, who are associated with water, bring us together like a mighty coursing river, which carries our emotions to the great sea of our being. As the ocean churns with indescribable majesty, you flow through and around us, reminding us of the feelings that we all share. Bless us, oh western deities, with the value of your inner experiences."
And finally, a fourth dude stood in the last quadrant of circle, his body strapping and strong, his features Southeast Asian, with a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his incredible face, wearing a crown made from twigs and branches.
"Spirits of the north, we come to stand upon your strength and stability. You, who are associated with earth, provide us with a place to grow and heal, to feel nurtured and respected. As the world sustains itself, you connect us to ourselves and those around us, bringing us balance and recovery. Bless us, oh northern deities, with your physicality and embodiment."
And so, we began to dance, moving in time with the drums and other instruments, laughing and calling to one another as we rubbed our bodies together. Each of us took a ribbon from the maypole and skipped in a circle, weaving our magic together and caressing everyone we wanted. The sun beat down on our naked hides as joints were passed around and a mushroom tea was poured. I felt myself awakened and aroused through and through. At one point, a light rain sprung out of nowhere and fell upon us, even as the sun continued to shine, as if the woods were bringing us a splash of coolness to mix in with our sun-baked revelry, and rainbows could be seen throughout the sky. In the end, the maypole stood with beautiful interlaced ribbons all along its length, a few dudes wrapped up in the fabric, smiling as their fellows took turns kissing and touching them.
We passed the day in this way, indulging in light touch and nuzzling, partaking in all manner of different substances, light doses of molly and ketamine, micro-hits of acid or mushrooms, beer, wine, and a never-ending supply of weed. While a few boners sprouted here and there, and anyone was free to make love should they so desire, for the most part, we remained in a sustained place of play, neither moving toward nor away from our needs, but letting the waves come and go, feeling the natural rhythms of our bodies and the world around us. As the sun set in a heavenly blanket of fiery clouds, we rolled around on the ground together, snuggling, embracing, fondling, and caressing, letting the magic of our love be whatever it needed to be in each sacred moment.
As the sky turned purple and the stars began to shine, we each felt the warmth of the night wrapping us in its secure embrace. The ritual was taking place on the night of a Black Moon, the second new moon in a single month, when our nearest heavenly neighbor was fully shrouded in shadow and nearly invisible. Tonight would be one of the darkest nights of the year, the blackest of black, and we were sure to draw on that energy as we lit fires and continued to imbibe. Now blunts were being passed around, bongs were being hit, small key bumps of cocaine came out and the chemical scent of poppers could be smelled in the crowd. The pulse of our collective heartbeats moved to a new register, one deeper and more primal, and our cocks began to drip more readily with raw ball lube, our holes twitching in time with our breaths.
Beside me, I found Buck, wearing his incredible antler crown, his gigantic soft dong already leaking a ridiculous quantity of nut juice, which I reached down and let fall onto my fingers, then brought up to my lips to taste his ambrosial production. He kissed me and told me how much he cared for me, then walked to the edge of the trees and came back with something in his hands.
"For you, Walsh, a present," he said, handing me a crown of horns, one quite similar to his own, with branching antlers nearly as tall as his own headdress. "You have brought us all to a place I never could have imagined. I love you more than words can describe."
As I placed the crown upon my head, I felt myself become even more attuned to the forces in my vicinity, the antlers acting like rods or antennae, bringing me further aligned with everyone around. My body flushed with love and desire, my dick beginning to harden as the night grew ever darker and the flames of the fires that had been lit in small brasiers played across our hides, everything taking on a shimmering and buttery quality. Though I had indulged throughout the day in all manner of drug, I felt completely sober, or rather, beyond sobriety and inebriation entirely, a perfect clarity of thought suffusing my physique, drawing me out in every direction to connect with the men around me.
Cocks were now reaching thicker and fuller states, many dudes with three-quarter erections as they began to make out more earnestly and grab one another's glutes, their fingers tickling assholes to get them charged up and ready. Muscular bodies were moving against one another as tongues found nipples and spit and precum began flowing even more liberally. Buck stuck his fingers in my mouth, getting them wet and lubricious, then rubbed at my puck while we kissed, my fuzzy hole opening to his ministrations and allowing the first knuckle of a finger to enter me. Leo appeared at my back, pressing his adonis frame against me, sandwiching me between him and Buck as the two of them necked. Leo's massive banana found the crack of my butt, and he dry humped me with his mostly-hard cock, which slid in and out of its foreskin and made me even more ardent for love. Crouching down, I took each of their dongs in my hands and then smacked myself across the face, letting their prong sauce paint my cheeks and as the smell of their ripe crotches overwhelm me. I took each in turn into my throat, feeling those mighty anacondas, not even yet hardened to their full glory, stuff my craw with their potency and virility.
By now, blowjobs were going down around us and a few dudes had even proceeded on to fucking, but still just a light touch, not raging and banging, just feeling holes relax in order to accommodate the colossal rods on offer, the vibe remaining charged and yet easygoing as we moved to the next phase of our rites. Everyone knew that, before the night was through, asses would be dripping with jism and bodies would be covered in cum. It was incumbent on everyone here to swap as much semen as possible, to fill themselves up with fecundity and ferocity and partake in the powers of men, to fertilize and be fertilized, to inseminate and be inseminated, to let the forces of procreation pass between us and thereby exalt the awesome energies of the cosmos from which we all came.
Soon there were other long dongs around my head and I was starting to move into cum-hound mode, my lips continuously occupied by stiffening fuck-sticks, my tongue running beneath foreskin and around cockheads, tasting pre-spooge and then feeling a huge shaft slide all the way to the balls in my mouth as my fingers grabbed muscular butts and my spirit fluttered with delight. I looked up to see a guy towering above me wearing a domino mask and a crown of bighorn sheep horns, his body incredibly hairy and his nipples adorned with metal rings, his belly fuzzy and soft, his johnson comically oversized and throbbing. And I thought to myself, well, it's probably time to get these rites going properly.
At the center of the circle of men stood several altars, simple things made from tree stumps that had been decorated with various tokens and fetishes. I took the bighorn guy by the hand and led him over to one of these altars, then positioned myself leaning over on it, sticking my ass out behind me. He didn't need to be told what to do, immediately shoving his nose into my crack and then slipping his tongue up my keister, which blossomed beneath his expert rimming. Moaning and groaning, I pushed my rear backwards onto his face, trying to encapsulate more of his celestial salad toss and feeling my body take over and know what it needed next. The dude must have read my mind because he stood and introduced the ridiculous end of his knob to my hole, his super-sized hog instantly sliding to the hilt inside my antechamber as he started banging away for all he was worth, his unbelievable strokes hitting every place inside me that I needed them to. I actually came a little right then, just a first burst of spooge that sailed from my dong-end and landed on the altar as four or five other guys came closer to watch me get fucked, jacking each other's improbable cocks as their eyes reflected flames and desire.
Bighorn fired a nice dollop of jizz into my butt, howling as he did but remaining rock hard as he pulled out and let the next participant take his turn in my ass. Other hotties joined in by crouching down on the altar, opening their holes to the orgy around them as we all made out and started taking dongs left and right. Across from me, I saw Namir, his gorgeous long eyelashes and superstar features smiling as a rough set of hands held onto his hips and plowed his perfect puck, small whining sounds of joy escaping his lips as he started to get filled up with seed. A huge schlong was occupying my own back chamber, which was beginning to get slippery with jizm as further deposits of sticky ejaculate were made in my bung. A wall of hot muscle surrounded us, long hair and beards and mustaches, furry chests, hairy asses, nests of crotch hair in every direction, as the bacchanalia turned up another degree.
Somebody scooped me up and started passing me around, my legs pried open and my body supported by a half dozen men, their biceps and triceps rippling as they held me up and took care of their needs using my hot snug snatch. My raging cock was firing splooge more or less continuously, raining down on my face and chest and abs and hitting pretty much anyone who came near. At various points, there were mouths on my nipples and my dick-head and a never-ending array of humongous sterling dongs ready to fill my rear. For a while, I found myself in the arms of a huge towering bro, a real Dickasaurus Rex, who pounded me like there was no tomorrow before roaring and releasing a flood of fresh spunk right into my trunk.
"Walsh!" cried a voice in the night, and I turned to see Aries down on all fours, winking at me as he waggled his plump tush. Right next to him, Farley and Dov were arranged in the same position. I spotted a whole line of dudes, including Moose and Jack and even Coach Wolfe, all getting filled with hot giant prongs as the debauched Saturnalia swirled around them.
Figuring a chance like this doesn't come along every day, I sauntered over and took a place behind the first guy in line, some beast of a man, with a mountainous and very hairy ass, and shoved my large erection right into his tight wet puck. FUCKKKK, that felt amazing, and I started slamming him like a pro, feeling his incredible antechamber wrapped around my raging rod. Even as I was fucking this dude, some other guy came up behind me and gave me an amazing rim job before sliding his superlative sausage right into my eager backdoor for a bit of rough and tumble. Lost in the haze of inebriants and inebriates, I became unable to do anything other than go to pound town, and went on down the line, sticking my dick into every one of my friends, ending in the insanely furry ass of Coach Wolfe, who was dripping with sweat and cum, the smell of his hirsute body bringing me to a small climax almost immediately. Seconds after I shot a wad into him, he turned around and wrestled me to the ground, placing the rank funk of his armpit over my nose and slipping his gargantuan gonzo dong inside me.
Pinned down and mounted by Coach Wolfe, I went into an ecstatic state as other dudes crouched over my face, teabagging me with their huge nuts or making me rim their delectable assholes, some then turning around and shooting crude dude lube into my open throat. Back in bottom mode, I asked Coach Wolfe to flip onto his back so I could crouch atop him with his titanic pocket rocket inside me. Almost instantly, I felt another cock starting to slip into my charged-up rear holster, a random dude joining the coach for a nice DP sesh in my inviting orifice. While taking two in the back end, I also bid passerbys to please fill up my front, and was rewarded as tremendous floppy dongs smacked my face, fucked my mouth, and deposited huge loads of hot skeet on my tongue and down my throat. If there was a heaven, surely this was it.
By this point, everybody had already come countless time and there seemed to be no stop to the mad rush of sex. I wondered if it would ever end, or if this night would simply last forever, guys banging guys like the eternal dance of the universe, our pleasure sustaining the very fabric of reality. I thought back to the day when I first met Buck, how apprehensive and strange this whole world seemed back then. But now that I knew magic existed, and that it was found whenever people decided to partake in the union of their bodies, forming something greater and more incredible than any of us can imagine, I recognized that I was a true worshiper of love, a force beyond all other forces in creation.
And so, I will leave you here, to imagine whatever else you want from this night, to feel yourself surrounded by hot virile hippies, their scents, their strapping bodies, their incredible girthy cocks and magnificent cum-filled balls. The magic is with you now. Do with it whatever you wish.
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