The Epicene Effect
By Jerry Leckie

Chapter Two

    Toby had attended prayer services in the chapel at school, but he had never been inside a Church of the Holy Conception. It was a high domed room, richly decorated, about thirty feet square with stained glass windows that spread polychromatic light throughout the interior. An ornate high altar sat against one wall, flanked by tall candelabra. The low altar sat on a raised platform in the center of the room. That is where it will take place, Toby thought as he gazed at it. The altar was an oblong affair, covered in white satin, and was large enough to accommodate six people.

    Father Benton took his place before the high altar as Tom, Toby and Allen stood to his right. Then, the females entered. The celebrant and two acolytes robed in pink, took their place to Benton's left. The priest lit the candles and a brazier of incense while intoning more prayers. As Benton began to sing a hymn of praise, Toby inhaled a whiff of smoke from the incense and felt a rush of heat course through his body, ending in his groin. 'Whoa!' he thought, as his penis began to rise. The hymn completed, Father Benton turned to the low altar and blessed it. The males and females moved to opposite ends and bowed to each other. Toby and Allen carefully removed Tom's robe, then their own. The female acolytes did likewise. Tom and the female celebrant climbed onto the altar and lay on their backs about five feet apart. Toby and Allen, along with the female acolytes knelt on either side of their respective celebrants.

    Facing the low altar, Father Benton raised his arms and said, "To the glory of God!" Allen discretely nodded to Toby, and they began their part of the sacrament - to give Tom as much sexual stimulation as possible. They began by gently nursing Tom's nipples while their fingertips roamed his chest. When his nipples were wet and erect, he began to moan and caress their bodies in return. They kissed their way up to the tender flawless skin of his neck, sending electric-like thrills through his body. Next, they moved to caress his ears with the sharp tips of their tongues, drawing more sighs of pleasure. Toby thrilled at the soft suppleness of Tom's skin and the feeling of hard muscles underneath. That and the scent and taste of his musk made Toby terrifically aroused.

    As Allen's lips and fingertips began to work their way down Tom's body, Toby gave Tom a sweet, deep kiss, earning him a bone crushing embrace. Tom held Toby in the kiss until their breaths came in short gasps. When they broke, they stared at each other with lust filled eyes. Toby inhaled the scent of Tom's musk once more and was momentarily overwhelmed. Recovering quickly, he kissed and licked his way down to Tom's armpit, his side, his hip, his thigh, and met Allen at the knees. They spread Tom's feet wide and began to lick and stroke a slow journey up the inside of his legs. Tom cried out with pleasure and raised his knees to his chest, exposing his genitals to them. They ministered to every part of his groin--except his rampant penis--with their lips, teeth and fingers; they took turns sucking his testicles while they probed his anus with their fingers; and, they caressed his buttocks while they nipped the inside of his thighs with their teeth. Tom groaned as his head thrashed about and he gathered fistfuls of the satin altar covering. The entire focus of his being was now on his penis, which the acolytes were not permitted to touch.

    Toby and Allen lowered Tom's legs and kissed their way up his body. Laying on their sides, they plastered their bodies to his and nursed his nipples once more. Tom's arms clamped around them with vice-like grips as he bellowed in sexual overload. Toby glanced at the females through his lust to see the celebrant writhing in her own pool of ecstasy. Suddenly, she cried out in orgasm. The female acolytes immediately raised her legs. Allen looked at Toby and nodded. That was the signal. Allen reached for a cruet of oil and anointed Tom's throbbing penis. They picked up the almost incoherent youth and moved him into position between the female's legs. He fell forward with his hands on either side of her body. Allen gently took his penis and inserted it in the female's vagina, then pressed down on Tom's hips. Tom slowly lowered himself onto her body and began to sensuously grind himself into her.

    While the female acolytes caressed their celebrant's legs, Toby and Allen kissed and caressed every part of Tom that they could reach. Presently, both celebrants began low moans that escalated in frequency and volume until both of them stiffened and cried out in orgasm, flexing their hips as they experienced several cycles. When their trembling bodies stilled, Toby looked down to see that he had ejaculated ropes of semen over Tom's back. He looked up in embarrassment at Father Benton. Benton simply smiled and raised his hands, signaling the concluding portion of the sacrament. The acolytes helped the celebrants to standing positions beside the altar and replaced their vestments. Once robed, they bowed to each other and Father Benton gave the benediction. The service was over.

    Inside the mens' sacristy, Toby began to apologize for his indiscretion during the service. Benton smiled and said, "It was understandable; it was your first time. However, I would like to ask how often you are receiving your hormone injections."

    "Once a week," Toby answered.

    "I would like for you to discontinue them for a while. Perhaps that would help." With that, Benton began to remove his vestments, while Joseph helped the boys remove theirs and don street clothes. Toby noticed that Tom still looked dazed and helped him put on his shoes and socks.

    On the way out the door, Toby glanced at the clock. Outside, he turned to Tom and exclaimed, "Do you realize that the service lasted almost two hours?"

    Tom, now fully recovered, gave a hearty belly laugh. "Yes I do! And I'm famished. Let's go have lunch."

    Back in the apartment, Tom once again took the role of tutor and talked Toby through the preparation of the midday meal. Their cheerful banter raised their spirits to a high level. But, as they began to eat, Toby grew thoughtful. At length, he said, "I've never received as much sexual stimulation as we gave you this morning. It must be overwhelming. How do you stand it day after day?"

    Tom thought a moment before he answered. "Let me give you two answers. One, I never get used to it. It's like a drug that I crave now. The act of intercourse that follows is anticlimactic. No pun intended." They both laughed. "It's curious that you brought the question up, because my second answer is that in the year I've participated in the sacrament, I've never felt so stimulated as I did today. I was overwhelmed. I ejaculated so strongly that I thought I was going to pass out."

    "How do you account for that?"

    "I think it was because of your presence. You and I clicked somehow."

    Toby nodded thoughtfully. "I was as aroused as I've ever been in my life. And not just because it was my first service. Something happened when I touched you that's never happened before, with a lover or in sex education class."

    Tom abruptly sat up and looked at his watch. "Speaking of which, we're going to be late if we don't hurry." They quickly gathered up the lunch things, shoved them into the dishwasher and dashed out the door.

    Tom explained the day's lessons as they disrobed in the locker room. Toby would instruct eight-year olds in prostate massage while Tom taught four-year olds the art of kissing. Toby was completely comfortable entering the classroom nude, having taken sex education for eleven years. He greeted the four boys, also nude, and began the lesson, first demonstrating prostate massage on each of them--much to their delight, then he had each of them massage him. As the last child touched Toby's prostate, a pearl of semen appeared at the tip of his penis. The little boy instinctively leaned down and licked it up. As he smacked his lips, he commented, "Gee, yours tastes different."

    "How do you mean, different?" Toby asked.

    "I've drunk lots of semen, and yours tastes like it was sweetened with honey."

    Toby chuckled. "I take it you liked it then."

    "Yeah. Can I make you ejaculate? I want some more."

    "Not today. Right now, I'm going to teach you all something really neat." And, for the rest of the lesson, he taught them how to give each other prostate massages through anal intercourse. The little boys caught on quickly, bringing each other to orgasm many times.

    As they were dressing in the locker room after the lesson, each of his students gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Tom complimented him too. "Your teaching technique is great, but your attitude is even better. Your patience and caring makes you a great teacher."

    Toby blushed furiously, but managed to mumble, "Thanks."

    Not wishing to embarrass him further, Tom suggested they go grocery shopping on their way home. As they made their way through the store, Tom enjoyed watching Toby's eyes take in the new experience and listening to his questions and comments. They planned meals as they moved from aisle to aisle, buying beef, chicken, pork, rabbit, milk, cheese, eggs and fresh fruits and vegetables. They unconsciously held hands as they walked home.

    After the evening meal, Toby made the decision to call his boyfriend. Tom retired to the balcony to give him privacy. An hour later, Tom glanced inside the apartment to see Toby sitting on the couch staring at the telephone. He observed the boy for some time, and when he didn't move, Tom quietly let himself indoors. He sat beside Toby and asked, "Did you call?" Toby nodded. "Want to talk about it?"

    Again, Toby nodded. "I told him about being reassigned, and then I broke up with him." He paused and looked at Tom, taking his eyes off of the telephone for the first time. "He didn't take it well."

    Tom reached out for the boy. "My new roommate is in desperate need of a hug."

    Toby moved into Tom's arms and laid his head on the older boy's chest. Tom held him and stroked his hair for at least an hour. At length, they went to their respective beds. About two o'clock in the morning, Tom was awakened by the sound of low moaning. He listened for a moment as the sound continued, then crept over to Toby's bed. The boy was asleep, lying on his side in a fetal position. Tom gently shook him awake.

    "Toby, you were moaning in your sleep. You sounded as if you were in pain."

    Toby fumbled under the covers. "I am. My testicles hurt."

    Tom said quietly, "Computer, raise the level of light 50%." The room brightened. Tom flipped back the covers and examined the boy for a moment. "How many times have you ejaculated in the last twenty-four hours?"

    "Once, this morning, during the sacrament."

     Tom sighed. "No wonder you're in pain. At your rate of sperm production, you need to ejaculate several times a day." He smiled down at Toby. "Let me relieve you." He crawled between the boy's legs and began to massage the bloated vessels in his testicle sack. Toby's penis slowly inflated as he gazed at Tom's kind face. Tom contemplated the emerging member, and with a look at Toby, took it into his mouth. The boy sighed and wove his fingers in Tom's thick hair. As the older boy's mouth picked up speed, he moaned his approval. His legs stiffened and his back arched. His hips bucked once and he delivered his seed to Tom.

    Breathing hard, Toby sat up and embraced his roommate. Looking down, he noticed Tom's massive erection. Cupping Tom's face in his hands, he kissed him gently and murmured, "Perhaps once is not enough."

    Tom smiled slyly. "Perhaps not," he said taking the boy's penis in his mouth once more. Toby twisted around and returned the favor. Each boy nursed for long minutes, building to the inevitable climax, then they drank deeply of each other. When their breathing returned to normal, Toby resumed his position at the head of the bed and lay in Tom's arms. Looking into each other's eyes, their heads slowly moved together for a kiss, then another and another, soft and tender, sweet and fulfilling, until they became drowsy. By and by, Tom said softly, "Computer, lower the light level to zero." Darkness enveloped the sleeping boys.
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    As the room brightened with the morning sun, the computer said, "Tom, it is time to rise. You are scheduled for ..."

    "I'm awake already," he said contentedly. His head lay on Toby's chest while the younger boy lazily stroked his hair. He turned to Toby with a thought. "I should have the computer recognize your voice. The dumb thing probably doesn't even know you're here."

    "Tom, I am aware that you have a new roommate. The logical thing--and the polite thing--for you to do, would be to give me the command to recognize his voice. Thereby, he would be able to avail himself of my services also."

    Giggling, Tom whispered to Toby, "Oooo, he's getting testy."

    "I heard that."

    Both boys broke out in belly laughs. Tom recovered first. "Okay, okay. Computer, recognize the voice of Toby Lawrence." Toby looked around the room expectantly.

    "Toby Lawrence, it is necessary for you to speak if I am to record your voice print."

    Toby's eyes went wide. "Uh, okay, what do you want me to say?"

    "That is sufficient. You now have equal control of my command programs."

    "Uh, thanks computer."

    "It is not necessary for you to thank me. However, Toby and Tom, it is necessary for you to rise and begin your day."

    The boys piled out of bed and descended on the kitchen jabbering like old friends. After a quick breakfast, they did an abbreviated workout, bathed and raced to the church, where the service went smoothly. Toby made a quick lunch, then they were off to the school, hand in hand. In the locker room, Tom encouraged Toby to have several of his students bring him to orgasm and ejaculation during the lesson, to avoid the clogging from which he suffered the previous evening. With a mischievous grin, Toby responded, "Why, when it's so much fun having you relieve me?"

    Tom gathered him into his arms and gave him a sweet kiss. "There's that too to consider. It was just as enjoyable for me as it was for you."

    That set the tone for their days - and nights. They slept in the same bed, after making love that grew more passionate each day. Every morning they woke kissing and cuddling before the computer could rouse them. And, during the sacrament each day, they gazed at each other with love filled eyes. In the evenings after dinner, they would engage in some activity for fun. One night, they called on Isaac and brought him up to date on Toby's current life. By the time they were through telling the story, a dozen of Toby's friends had gathered in the dormitory room. They unanimously voted for a party, so they went out for dinner, then to a club dancing. At the end of the evening, Toby and Tom strolled home hand in hand, stealing kisses at least once every block.

    Another night, the two walked down to a nearby park and went roller skating. During a "couples only" skate period they won a prize by skating through an archway while kissing. They laughed uproariously as couple after couple banged into the padded arch in the middle of the rink and went sprawling onto the pavement. The rink operators gave them paper crowns and declared them kings of the rink for the evening. They took a victory lap and carried home free passes for the next month.

    That night as they settled down after an hour of sexual bliss, Tom gazed into Toby's colorless eyes. "I love you so much Toby, it almost hurts in here," he said, pointing to his heart.

    Toby stared back, his eyes shining with love. Then, a shadow crossed them and he seemed to shrink away. "Are you sure we should be saying these things? Remember what Father Benton said about celebrants maintaining romantic relationships."

    Tom caught Toby's face between his hands. "I can't help it. I ... love ... you! And not saying it won't make it any less true."

    Toby relented and squeezed Tom tightly. "And I love you Tom, more than anything on Earth."

    Several weeks later, as their love for each other grew, Tom began to have difficulties during the sacrament. At first, he was merely frustrated, but one day during intercourse, Toby had to stimulate Tom's prostate for him to ejaculate. As they entered the sacristy after the the service, Tom fell to his knees sobbing uncontrollably. Toby rushed to him, taking him into his arms. Father Benton quickly dismissed Joseph and the other acolyte. When they were alone, Tom looked up at Benton with pleading eyes. "I can't do it anymore Father. I just can't."

    Benton knelt next to them and wiped away their tears, for Toby was crying too by this time. "I know you can't Tom. Both of you please get dressed and come into my study and we will talk."

    Minutes later, they nervously entered the study, hand in hand. Benton bid them sit in comfortable chairs in front of his desk. He leaned forward and regarded them with a smile and a twinkle in his eye. "I'm pleased to see that you have developed a good relationship. Are you a couple?"

    They glanced at each other, then nodded. Tom asked, "Are we in trouble Father?"

    "Not in the least. Do you love each other, unconditionally?"

    Tom piped up. "Oh yes! He's my best friend, my companion, and my lover."

    "And Toby, do you feel the same way?"

    "Yes Father, with all my heart."

    "Then, so be it." He sat back and took in both boys with his gaze. "Now, I want you to go back to your apartment and pack all of your belongings.      Tomorrow at sunrise someone will be there to move you." At their shocked look, the smile on Benton's face broadened. "I'm transferring you to another parish."

    Tom stammered, "But Father, I've already told you I can't do it ..."

    Benton stopped him with a hand. "I know you can't Tom, and you won't have to. Both of you will have to trust me for the time being. The less you know about what's going to happen, the better." As he walked them to the door, he said, "It is sufficient to say that the salvation of the human race does not reside in the sacrament of Holy Conception. God has another plan."