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MAY DAY EVE - Story contributed by TIGER

Recovering from the busyness of the Holy Week (the first since his ordination) 
Alberto was relaxing on a long, solitary hike through the California 
wilderness.  His comfortably loose hiking clothes made a welcome contrast to 
his usual ecclesiastical garb.  As he roamed through the woods with his open 
shirt revealing a strongly muscled, blackfurred chest he reveled in the 
openness of his collar.  All alone, free from his usual decorum, he could 
scratch wherever he itched.

Taking occasional glances at a glorious sunset he pitched a tent near a 
riverbank and removed his clothes.  Naked he knelt, almost prayerfully near 
the small stream, cupped the water with his hands, and raised it to trickle 
over his body.  As the black hair that covered him glistened wet in the waning 
light he scrubbed his armpits and washed especially carefully his groin.  As 
one hand held out the dark, hairy sac of his balls the other spilt cold, fresh 
water on it.  His cock fattened and grew with the cold tingling.  Both hands 
reached into the stream and came back full of water to splash and scrub in the 
crack of his ass, his fingers rubbing through the blackness to the tight red 
star held firmly between his firm, round cheeks.

He looked up at the stars and saw the Scorpion climbing in the eastern sky.  
Absently his hands wandered over his body, but suddenly he heard the noise of 
people nearby.

He slipped quickly into so clothes and followed the sound of -- drums?  horns? 
 tambourines?  The noise died as he came to the edge of a field where he saw a 
circle of men standing naked in a broad circle around a pole with streamers.  
Three men were walking around the outside of the circle, one gesturing with a 
knife, one with incense, and the third sprinkling water.  The priest realized 
the it must be some pagan ceremony and then remembered it was April 30, May 
Eve, Walpurgisnacht.

He hid as quietly as he could as he watched the men dance and kiss, naked in 
the firelight.  Occasionally a cock would stiffen and he expected that the 
ritual would devolve into an orgiastic frenzy, but such passions as were 
visible would rise and subside in an invisibly controlled rhythm.

But the rhythm and passion grew and hands met cocks as lips joined together 
and yet somehow the circle kept its shape through the lascivious dance and all 
the men were fully erect as their leader faced towards him and called out:

"COME TO US, BELOVED CONSORT OF GOD."

Had he been seen?  It hardly seemed possible, but he was too startled to do 
anything but edge forward out of his hiding.  The assembly seemed as surprised 
as he, but delightedly they ran o to grab him and draw him too their circle.  
They pulled off his clothes as they drew him to the pole.  Too dumbfonded to 
resist he stood as they grabbed the streamers and danced all around him.  He 
looked all around at the dancers -- a short faun of a man with a tight slender 
body, a brown beard, and furry legs an ass, with an erect uncut cock -- a 
large solid built minotaur with rings in his nipples and just the lightest 
black fur sparsely covering his huge muscular body -- their leader, tall, 
lanky, with short red curls and a goatee -- and more naked men weaving around 
him in a kaleidoscope of flesh.  As he was becoming aware of what was 
happening he was becoming wrapped in the banners of the maypole.

Securely bound with the long strips of colored cloth he felt hands pulling at 
the strips, not to free him, but to reveal parts of his chest, his face, and 
his genitals.  Then he felt mouths and hands closing in on him.  The minotaur 
held his head and pressed his tongue into the captive cleric's mouth, and he 
felt more mouths taking his nipples as his cock and balls were being taken by 
what must have been two or three.  While the pole was pressed to the crack of 
his ass his buttcheeks were being kneaded and probed (by fingers?  hands?  
more mouths?) He was lost in a sea of sensations while he felt his cock 
growing in response to hot, damp friction.  He tried to know how many mouths 
were at his groin, but it was impossible to distinguish all the sensations, 
feeling a throat tight around his cock, his balls being sucked and licked, the 
giant thrusting his tongue into his mouth, hands and tongues working through 
the bonds.  Finally his legs came free, and as he tried to stretch them out 
more hands and mouths reached in between his thighs.  He wondered how many 
tongues could possibly reach his balls and his crotch, he felt wet fingers 
massaging his asshole, and with his legs supported by a sea of flesh he was 
unable to resist the probing fingers.  The mouth that was gorging on his prick 
seemed to be tighter an faster as the weight of his body sank onto the fingers 
that were reaching into him.  He finally surrendered to the joy, and forgot 
everything but what seemed a universe of hands and mouths surrounding him and 
filling him, by him, with him, and in him, stroking, licking, sucking.  Then 
he started moaning, rumbling towards the explosion that was rising in him.  He 
felt a hot splash against his ass and realized that someone had cum humping 
his butt, another man cried out and shot on his chest, more men spilt hot seed 
onto the bound priest, and the mouth sucked harder on his cock, the tongues 
jabbed his balls, and fingers pressed firm against his prostate and he yelled 
a muffled cry into the minotaur's mouth as his balls and his ass and his soul 
exploded into a hot white stream.