As I stepped almost naked into the Da Vinci gothic chapel, I felt true closeness to everything perfect and tender in my life. There was nudity nailed to a cross. and 10 excited priests with throbbing balls and dickheads pounding and throbbing to their heartbeats as I kneeled locked into the kneeler with being bent forward so as I looked up, I was going to smell the crotch of holiness facing me ever so closely. My bare ass was all in place for temptations and breeding.
As the big cross was lifted high over this bare altar, It was obvious that this nude on his cross had shot his wad as I did mine and now way up in the air, white semen started dripping down his legs and my sauce and his sauce came together and began dripping onto the altar table with white semen drops spotting the black top. Spots of white creams spotting together.
There before the Altar were 10 bare ass priests waiting to experience the total joys and pleasures of hot sex as they ignored its sensations, The /da Vinci Ritual. They devoutly prayed their loyalties all chastely to their holy heaven.. Pure as pure the first priest was bought before me in all his beauty. This chessnut curly pubic hair guy knelt before me and gently kissed the head of my dick and then licked around and around and then slightly up and down my shaft before standing so close that my nose was deep in his sweating hot bush with male scents filling me with passion. He took his hand and guided his prick into my mouth. I let my wet mouth slurp all wet around his head and shaft as his throbbing began moving around all hot or warm and leaking his precum. Da Vinci dipping had begun and I was enjoying the most holy of holy like heavenly heaven red-stain-glass rays lightened up his entire hot shaft as it moved in and out and back and forth. My two raw buddies slipped a condom on my dick as motions in my mouth went quicker and deeper and then, he withdrew and I don't think he or I had cum.
Number two was real, real short with a skinny pencil. My kid confessor was bigger than this thing.
He wanted in and on and he tried to kiss my entire head before shoving into my mouth for his blowjob. It was pure "biff-bam thank you mam" and no emotions. In two minutes or seconds he was done and I was given the oppotunity to spit his stuff into a glass held by my helper. Two was done and I still hadn't cum. This guy sure didn't pass sex 101. Numbers three and four were older than old and I just closed my eyes as they did their thing. I was glad when they were done.
A real Irish father was #5 with that pink red skin and red hair on head, chest, pits, and pubic area and a real ruby red wang and balls. He was beautiful and knew what he was doing. No one ever kissed my dick head so nicely. He let me smell his play thing and every part of mouth loved him softly and it was wonderful and I filled my condom long before his cream spurts flowed. He was already leaving as I spit his spunk into the glass. Man, his ass cheeks told me that we just had to see each other sometime, somewhere soon. I want him up my holy hole.
Number 6 was Father Bent bent and I was all bent trying to tackle his bent from this side and then that side and he was great and thoughtful and romanic but it was always the sides of my mouth. First he was pressing against my right cheek and then left and never straight back to my throat. He kept changing his body and all I could think was some young damsel would be all over the bed trying to handle him. I sure was glad knowing that I stand almost straight up but this guy was different. I definitely know he wasn't supposed to enjoy this experience, but he enjoyed it tenfold. I think I was enjoying a true gay priest if there are any.
Lunch for me was all the tastings of jism. For a few moments I rested and my rubber was removed so I could releave myself while still kneeling. As my organ rested, the church organ played and the poor naked father on the cross hung there like forever. For a moment I had seen all these priest guys and I knew there were two that I really wanted to suck badly and real bad and I spent my waiting moments meditating in ways the priests were not supposed to be thinking. When my helpers returned, they smiled as they put another condom partially on my treasure. I knew they knew condoms were never to be worn but semen is sacred and never to be spilled and for 10 blowjobs it had to be collected carefully. The next session was about to begin.
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