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I'd been studying the early christain history, an age of isolated monks and monasteries. Some of the early monasteries ahd been established on the site thought to be sacred by the ancients. One in particular interested me. It was in Syria on the site of a temple to an ancient fertility god. The priests of the old temple were said to produce a wine with the power to reinvigorate men to produce warrier sons. The moslem conquerors both feared and honored the old temple. With the advent of the crusaders they abandoned the site. Soon an order of monks occupied the old temple converting it to a monastery. They soon discovered the spring that had strange, strong powers. Many crusading knights came to bathe in its waters and drink from the spring. Some research later I found that it still existed just across the Turkish border as an orthodox monastery inhabited by a small group of men.
I was determined to visit it and write about its history. The journey would not be easy. There were only a few ways to get there. The last part of the journey was by mule taking a full day. The oasis where the monastery was located was far from the nearest road. I made all the arrangements and set out from New York.
After a few changes I arrived at the Turkish side of the border where I hired a guide and a pair of mules. We set out at dawn to avoid the heat of the day. Seven hours later we spotted the oasis where the monastery was located. I urged us on. My guide was hesitant. Being a good Moslem he had heard of magical powers said to be within the monastery. We approached the heavy wooden gates which opened to welcome us, the first visitors in many years. I was surprised at the youthful monks who greeted us. We had arrived just after the evening prayers and were invited to dine with the monks, twenty of them. Sitting down we were again surprised at their youthful appearance. My guide interpreted for me. I had many questions for the monks, some of whom did speak English. I asked about the youthful monks. One of them laughed explaining that they were all very old, mostly over 70. He attributed their to the curative waters of the well.
After the meal we were taken on a tour of the facilities. They had installed solar panels discreetly around the oasis to provide power for the internet which gave them access to the outside world. They had a large number of benefactors around the world who provided funds for the upkeep of the monastery. Twice a year they welcomed the benefactors for a week-long retreat. Usually 20 to 30 would come. All left feeling with a new sense of direction and pledges to support the work of the monks. I began to feel some of that myself after the first few days. I changed my western clothes for the simple grey habit of the monks. My guide did the same. The common areas of the monastery included a common open shower area. They were only permitted to use it in the morning and after supper in the evenings. In the evening shower I was able to observe that the youthful appearance was also reflected in their genitals. All were shaved with not a trace of grey hair. Their uncut cocks were quite often hard like a horny teen. They were free with their touches of each other. Often washing the bodies of their fellow monks. I asked about that and received no clear answers. Finally, the monk in charge had me come for a discussion. He promised to answer all of my questions honestly.
We sat sipping mint tea in his small office just off the chapel. When I asked about their youthful appearance he laughed then said "But we are all over 100 years old! It is the benefit of the ancient men who keep us this way. They long ago found that the spring brought youth back to tired bodies of the protectors. All of our bodies are the same as they were when we were merely 20. Look here and tell me that this is not the equipment of a 20 year old." He stood and raised his robe to reveal a hard, thick tool that any 20 year old would be proud of. I reached out to touch the soft skin with its small clear drop at the tip. He laughed saying "In a few more days your body too will start to show the changes. You will be constantly hard and needing relief. At night our monks freely offer each other relief. I expect that you too will need that. You're welcome to partake with us in the crypt. It will preserve your own needs. I will offer you my own body if you wish. It and the bodies of the monks are available. I suspect that your guide will soon convert to join my brothers. The bodies of the founding monks rest in the lower crypt preserved by the waters of the springs. What we offer the world is limited to just a few who are worthy. Here take me into your mouth and savor the holy seed." I did not hesitate taking his appendage in and bringing forth his gift to me. As I swallowed I felt an energy throughout my body. I also felt the need to join the brotherhood.
I returned to my cell to find my guide naked and hard. He looked into my eyes then said "Master, look at what has happened to me! I am young again thanks to this place! Oh master, I can never leave to go back for fear that I would shrivel up dead." I stared at his magnificent form overwhelmed with the desire to taste his newly produced seed. He saw the look in my eyes as he walked to me. He placed his hands on the sides of my head pulling me to his crotch to offer himself. I opened my mouth to taste him. I welcomed him into my mouth knowing that soon I would welcome him along with the other monks to take my body making it the vessel to receive their holy seed.
That night after a simple supper I was stripped naked and led into the sacred crypt. There my body was bathed in the spring and oiled with scented oils. I was then laid on a padded bench to be taken first by my guide then in turn by each monk. With each injection I felt my youthful strength return and with it my youthful lust. I needed each man there to inject me, filling me with his seed. As each newman entered my reinvigorated cock shot a load across my chest. It was as if each one produced an elixir. After that night I visited the cells of the monks to share myself with them and to satisfy their needs.