Date: Wed, 27 Sep 2006 10:31:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: f11hartman@sbcglobal.net
Subject: Da Vinci Ritual #2

     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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