Resurrection -- A Christmas Story

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"I am the resurrection and the light. He that believeth in me shall not perish."
Jesus Christ

Black panties and a moist undulating pussy fill a grainy television screen. Fingers are prying at the black lace waiting to get inside the pink folds of flesh hidden from view. A porno with a plot of a sex crazed patient who dreams sexual encounters that are monitored by the doctor and his prim horny assistant. Electrodes are placed on the silken inner thighs and the dream sequence begins:

A curve of breasts peek out of blue lingerie and a polar bear rug prepped with ice and a young, hot stud. Tongues come out of the mouths and the blue girl is teased with an ice cube.

Flash back to the dreamer, masturbating through black lace.

Blue's panties come down and the ice heads for the hot where it will die a watery death, melting in the passion of her twat.

One handed typing as the video couple fucks, I jack off with one hand until my cock is hard against the cool air. Taking it from behind, the blonde couple goes after it on the polar bear rug. The black pantied woman's hand on her clit and mine on my cock. How many times in this room have couples fucked and watched this couple fuck? In and out the tenants come and go. In and out the cock slides. In and out the ebb and flow of passion.

Las Vegas is a town that oozes sex. Billboards proclaim a show with no ifs, ands or "butts" of the G-string variety. If one was not careful, Las Vegas could become a sexual religion. Eat of my flesh. Partake of the hardness that is caused by my blood. I die, but I am resurrected. I am the erect cock, no longer limp and lifeless, but alive again. Resurrected on the neon cross of sin.

Even in Vegas, censorship won't allow me to see the cock enter the pussy or to see the erect male cock on this hotel's television – just pubic hair grinding together, rocking on the rock of her salvation. The wise woman puts her hot house upon a rock, not sand. Unlike the rock of the soil, the rock of the flesh explodes into a flood of sperm and an out rush of blood.

Life is a series of little deaths and resurrections. The resurrection of the cock, being one of the most common. Jesus needed a three day refractory period for his body — strong and alive and then nailed in the sky to an orgasmic death and three days later he is risen, again erect and walking the earth. Men brag of their refractory times – "I came, now start the clock." My cock dies, but it will be young and hard again, barring the eternal death of impotence, I shall arise from my grave and save all mankind with my life giving seed.

Oh God, the Eternal Father, We ask thee in the name of the Son, Jesus Christ, to bless and sanctify this flesh to all those who may eat of it, and we do it in the remembrance of the body of thy son, so that we might always remember him and might have his spirit, the spirit of resurrection to be with us. Amen.

Oh God, the Eternal Father, we ask thee in the name of thy Son, Jesus Christ, to bless and sanctify this blood to all those who may partake of it, and we do it in remembrance of the blood of thy Son, which has pumped and filled their cocks for them, so that we might always remember him and might have his spirit to be with us. Amen.

Christ the cock is risen today. Glory Hallelujah. Christ the cock is king today. Glo, Glo, Glory Hallelujah. Ten virgins wait for the bridegroom, but have the oil for your lubrication or the bridegroom will not be entering you tonight. Five are wet and ready, the five foolish are not. Christ enters the first, comes and shortly is resurrected in all his powerful glory to enter the second. Death after death. Resurrection after resurrection. Five are saved with the majesty of his presence.

Growing up Mormon with any integrity means realizing that religion is really all about sex. Every adolescent Mormon boy knows in his heart why Brigham and Joseph had multiple wives – they wanted to get laid. The Angel Moroni, the gold plates, the whole nine yards were all about getting laid, and laid often. The secret temple ceremonies that were the bastion of adulthood were merely rights of sexual passage. Victorianism and puritanism neutered the religion.

Imagine the temple ceremonies. Washing and annointings are the first ordinance. The initiate stands naked in the center of the room. His cock is urged upward by the plying hands of a female priestess. The other priestess join in massaging his body. Gently oil is applied to his chest, his arms, his legs and finally his loins. The female initiate is placed in a similar room and her body is annointed by the hands of the male priests, until the juices flow onto her thighs indicating with the surety of the man's erection that she is prepared for intercourse.

The prepared couple is placed in a garden, alone and naked, observed behind one way glass by the Gods. The erect serpent finds her and asks that she partake of his fruit, eat his fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. She eats and it is good. Adam enters into her and eats until he reaches the seed of the fruit. Man is now fallen, limp and cast out of her warm secret garden. No longer erect, he attempts to hide his fallen cock from the eyes of God in leaves, but the leaf lies flat and the fact that he has fallen is obvious.

"Hast thou eaten of the tree, whereof I commanded you not eat?" Eve has eaten and swallowed his fruit. In sorrow, she conceives as the moment of ecstacy in the garden passes. The man must now toil. Life has deprived the joy that belongs to entering paradise. But Christ has shown us, once fallen, man can re-erect, resurrect and again enter paradise.

The ceremony completed in hotel rooms, bedrooms, outdoors under the stars, in cars and bars, even Edenic gardens. Sometime the ceremony is captured in granulated images of the hotel television pay per view, a chance to peer into paradise and behind the veil – one chance to view in the burning cock and bush – God.