On the Altar of Masculinity

Every day after lunch, Paul drops by his ex-lover’s townhouse to walk Lilly. She is half Chihuahua half Pomeranian. Usually he just goes for a stroll in the nearby park, sits on the bench with Lilly on his knees, and watches other dog owners “on the leash”… After all, a man’s best friend is the leader!

Today, Paul decides to walk towards the National Ballet School in Toronto, Canada. Lilly enjoys sniffing a new sidewalk trail and Paul takes pleasure in admiring athletic guys coming in and out of the ballet school. Just as he is about to head back home, Paul notices a 30-year old man with a short beard and mustache running pass him to reach the entrance of the building and disappear behind the revolving doors.

As a writer always in search of characters for his short stories, Paul immediately memorizes the physical look of this athletic man. The beard and mustache highlight an attractive angel face, giving it a little demon glow. What could be the name of this handsome dude? Certainly not John, Peter or Bob. More something like Oscar, Julius or Mathew. He opts for the latter and starts describing Mathew’s clothes.

He is wearing a short-sleeve green and purple plaid shirt. His tight black leggings firmly wrap his round butt and enhance his muscular thighs. Strangely, the leggings have a large hole on the left knee. That gives Mathew a macho look and triggers Paul’s imagination. He sees him as a ballet teacher or a coach.

Mathew is in fact a visiting choreographer from Birmingham, England. His role is to produce a performance with seven male students, entitled “On the Altar of Masculinity”. The seven dancers do not have a written script, they only follow Mathew’s directives, the first one being “Remove your clothes, just keep your jockstrap on.” Six dancers bear the colours of the rainbow flag: red, orange, yellow, green, blue and violet; the seventh one wears a white jockstrap.

Mathew does not loose time in noticing that the white pouch is slowly but surely bulging. He gives this student the name Virile and orders the rainbow dancers to surround him, lift him in a horizontal position, install him on their shoulders and march towards a dark oak dining table to the sound of the Little Drummer Boy. “Slide Virile onto the center of the table while caressing every inch of his body.”

There is an instant reaction: the thick hard rod stretches the white jockstrap to a point where the mushroom proudly sneaks out. The spotlight enhances this majestic protuberance. Mathew can’t help caressing his own stiff cock and sees that Virile’s asset has triggered each colored jockstrap to bulge in harmony, in gay pride.

This is what Mathew had expected and he can now give a name to each of the six proud young bearers. The red jockstrap is called Mars, orange is Jupiter, yellow is Neptune, green is Apollo, blue is Vulcan and violet is Mercury. The six Greek gods are now aligned to lustfully honor Virile on the altar of Masculinity.

Like the red eyes of “Tyger Tyger, burning bright in the forests of the night” (poem by William Blake), Mars approaches Virile to embrace him passionately. He is followed by Jupiter who takes on a French accent in order to give a penetrating French kiss to the graceful ballet dancer in a white jock strap. The yellow Neptune has no choice but to offer a golden shower and pee on Virile’s pecs, shoulders, chin, and even in his mouth!

The green Apollo has to be true to his python symbol, so he avidly sucks Virile’s golden rod. The blue Vulcan uses his hand like a hammer to spank Virile’s round and firm butt. The violet Mercury, god of communication, can only use his linguistic skills so he plunges his sharp tongue in Virile’s sweaty rose bud.

Mathew has kept for himself the climax step of his choreography. He strips naked, lubricates his engine and starts pounding Virile’s fucking ass hole with frenzy. In no time, six candle sticks glow on the altar of Masculinity. Virile has now become Zeus; it is a duty, an honor, to make each of his gods explode, and reap the reward of swallowing their creamy nectar.