Date: Thu, 28 Sep 2006 06:52:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: f11hartman@sbcglobal.net
Subject: DaVinci Ritual Ch 1

     I consider myself a pretty good church goer and
now that I am in college, I still go to Mass and
Confession regularly compared to the other students.
After meeting a real young kid several times while in
the Confession line, this led to his finding my dorm
room and baring everything.  So, confessions for me
and the kid have been pretty raw and priests enjoying
some touching feelings.  We both laugh at the
questions the priest asks during a session.  Like, you
mean  you can do it several times while together with
your friend?
     After Mass one Sunday Father asked me to come in
for a conference and that was the beginning of
learning real secrets in my church.  400 years of
secrets called Ritual of Da Vinci.  Yes, I said I
wanted to be a joiner.   As soon as exams were over, I
reported to the church and was led to the basement
where my clothes ended up in a locker and I found
myself buttoning the 100 buttons of a black cassock
like priests wear.  Wow, Naked but for a black robe
and I looked kinda saintly..
     I saw a baseball cap on the bench and knew my kid
buddy had been down here also.  When I finished
dressing, I was led to this old lost door and before I
could enter, I had to assure again and again that I
could never discuss these secrets with anyone.  400
years of secrets.
     When I stepped inside this door, It was quickly
shut and locked and I found myself alone in the most
beautiful gothic chapel with fan vaulted ceiling.  On
one side giant wall was an 18 foot painting of a nude
mother holding her nursing child with all sorts of
colored rays coming through  the stained windows.  All
around that wall were male and female angels in white
see-through robes with faint views of cunts and dicks
and pubic hair as they shared their holys with this
mother and child. On the wall across from this picture
was a set of full size statues seated around a table
with the host in the center with his arms around some
woman next to him.  Up in front of me was this
beautiful altar and large bedsize table.  In the aisle
were two very holy situation.  A Kneeler that could
lock you into as you prayed to a set of statues of
this mother nursing the child in full life size and a
totally naked father standing proudly behind his
child.  I could feel myself getting hard every time I
looked at them.
     As the organ played its music, I discovered this
giant cross hanging from the ceiling.  Suddenly two
naked men appeared and lowered the cross and laid it
on the altar table.  Every nerve in my body was
breathing this religious devine festival called the
ritual of Da Vinci.  400 years ago in France a group
of french priests had decided to live their pure
priesthood by trying to be raw rich close to God.
They deprived themselves of all worldly goods and
naked as they cleaned, cooked, farmed and chanted
together. They swam and bathed together.  They washed
each other and sex was never.  They knew people in the
church were sinning as they listened to confessions.
Priest children grew up as part of families with the
father of the house thinking the child was theirs.
The priests or monks felt thy must experience these
sex passions with youth, men and woman and learn how
to be pure even whille experiencing these deepest
passionate feelings and as they climaxed, they must
learn to resist all emotions as sperms left their
bodies and they struggled to be pure from head to toe.
 Obviously This playing secretly produced priestly
children in many families everywhere. The Da Vinci
sharing was about to include every feeling of my body.

     Suddenly, the two young guys about 25 or 30
appeared in the chapel all naked with their black
curly bushes like wreaths around their well hung
possessions dangled as they fixed the cross on the
altar and then they led 10 priests in black cossacks
into the room.  Next, they approached me and began
unbuttoning my buttons as they told me how priests
have allowed themselves to feel these sensations of
sex while fighting those pleasure feelings while up
men or women or boy or girl as they entered front or
back.  As I lost my robe, I was as hard as possible as
the organ played the story of all this called Camina
Barrona.  The music increased as 10 priests lost their
robes and showed their rock rods but always the two 25
yr.olds demonstrated complete control of all emotions.
     A very old priest was brought in and stripped and
brought up to the altar where he was placed on the
cross face down and tied to the cross with legs and
arms unable to move.  His ass showed bare cheeks
waiting to be seen by everyone in the room.  With rear
all exposed he was totally naked on his cross.  Da
Vinci action was about to begin.  I was led up to the
altar and as the 2 naked priests opened up ass cheeks
on this cross, I was ordered up on the table and
ordered to enter and place my semen way up inside.  As
I listened to this holy father praying his prayers, I
pumped and pounded and shot my wads quickly. Then the
2 beautiful bodies lifted me off the table, they knelt
down and licked me clean and then locked me into the
kneeler for the next scene to begin.
     End of Chapter one     F11hartman@sbcglobal.net