Page 35 of The Secret Shape of Worship
Mina smiled down at him. “Amen…” He threaded his fingers through Devon’s slicked-back hair, snapped his neck forward, and slid his cock through the slick channel of Devon’s open throat, thrusting mercilessly. Devon’s eyes never left Mina’s.
Hungry. Thirsty. Yes, more, thank you, please, yes yes GOD yes…Devon’s thoughts were an entire choir, a harmony of unfathomable revelry.
Use me, take me, fuck me, fuck fuckfuckfuuu…
“You want it, boy?
Devon moaned, his eyes rolling back.
“Swallow every drop. Do you hear me?”
Yes yes yes sir…
“Here it comes…” Mina’s balls throbbed as the orgasm overtook him, hot come rushing out of him as he pushed himself as deep into Devon’s throat as he could physically go. Wave after wave of mind-numbing release, load after load gushing deep in Devon’s throat straight to his stomach. For a full fifteen seconds, Mina came. It felt never-ending, like the final howling note of an organ echoing through a sanctuary. Devon’s throat tightened against his pumping cock as he swallowed.
Devon’s eyes bulged.
Drink of the river of pleasure…the hymn hummed in Mina’s chest.
Devon’s eyes fluttered closed as he swallowed over and over.
Thy longing and thirsting are over…
And then it was finished.
Mina felt himself begin to deflate. He pulled his softening but still enormous cock from Devon’s throat, and a spray of come and saliva erupted from the boy’s mouth as he choked and coughed, leaning back on his hands, laboring for breath.
His mouth was a ruined mess.
His body glistening, anointed perfection.
Almost immediately,Mina sensed the shame begin to creep up around Devon like quicksand. The way he pressed his hand to his come-slick belly, wiped the other across his mouth, his eyes darting, looking around for something to cover himself. Some easy way out. A familiar sanctuary.
Mina knelt down, taking Devon’s face firmly between his palms. “What’s wrong?”
“I shouldn’t…I need to go…where are my clothes…” Devon was growing frantic.
“Stop. Look at me, and stop for a second.”
Devon squeezed his eyes closed.No. No, no, no.He raked his fingers through his hair, trying in vain to put himself back together into something that made sense.
Mina remembered the pain of this moment his first day with Anubis. The guilt, like a reflex. The soul, unaccustomed to freedom, aching for the familiar weight of its shackles. “It’s normal to feel like this. I felt the same way. I cried. I yelled. I beggedGodto forgive me. But he won’t. You know why?”
Devon let out a ragged breath, still avoiding Mina’s eyes. “Why?”
“Because the god you’re praying to is not the god you believe in. Not anymore. Not ever, really. You’re trying to run back to him now, but all you’re doing is running away from yourself, back toward nothing.”
“Mina, I have to go…I need to…I don’t...”
“Look at me.”
Devon stopped. He looked.
Mina paused, pushing every comforting feeling he could into Devon’s mind.Be still; be at peace; I am with you.Devon’s face softened. A warm feeling flooded back toward Mina as Devon’s eyes calmed.
Still grasping Devon’s face between his hands, Mina brushed a thumb across his classmate’s cheek. Devon leaned into it, turned his head so that the corner of his lips rested on the soft pad of Mina’s palm. He let out a warm breath.
“I can’t do this,” Devon said, after minutes had passed. “I can’tchoosethis.”
