Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2002 10:49:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "The Church of the Holy Seed"

This is another episode in the life of Roger Thompson, who is relentless in
his search for sexual pleasure.  Although my own life does not parallel
that of Roger, he is my alter ego, who adds life to my fantasies.  This
episode is dedicated to my dear friend, Masayuki.


The Church of the Holy Seed

My name is Roger Thompson.  I was not raised in a particularly religious
family, but I have always had a belief in God and the sanctity of life.
For some time, I had felt a need to be a part of a church where I could
worship God in a thoroughly fitting way.  I tried out a number of churches
. . . a Roman Catholic church and several of the standard Protestant
churches.  But none of them seemed to satisfy my needs.  In each of them, I
was asked to believe in outrageous things that I simply could not
understand.  They were all rife with complicated ceremonies that meant
nothing to me.

I began to look around for other churches that were not housed in
multi-million dollar temples and cloaked in pagan ritual.  One day, I
passed by a large, but plain looking building with a sign out in front that
read, "The Church of the Holy Seed."  To me this was obviously not one of
the old-line churches I had already visited.

I parked and went in to inquire about it.  The office was right next to the
front door, and I spoke to the young man who was sitting at the desk.  He
said, "If you will sit down, I will tell Father John that you are here."

Soon, a tall, handsome man of about forty came in.  He smiled and shook my
hand and invited me into his office.  He said, "I understand you may be
interested in joining our church."

"Yes," I said.  "I want to join a church, but all the standard ones seem
bent on rules and laws and meaningless mumbo-jumbo.  I've been looking for
one where I can really celebrate the beauty and sanctity of life that God
has given us."

Father John smiled and said, "Mr. Thompson, I am sure you will find that,
although we do have certain ceremonies that we must perform, our
congregation does indeed celebrate the life that God has given us."

I noticed a painting of a large object hanging behind the Father's desk,
and said, "That painting.  I find I can't take my eyes off of it.  It's so
interesting, but I can't make out exactly what it is."

Father John said, "That is the symbol of life that we worship here.  It is
a scrotum.  The scrotum contains the jewels that produce all life on God's
Earth.  If it were not for the sperm that is produced by those jewels, we
would have no life at all."

"You mean you worship a pair of balls!" I said.

"Please, Mr. Thompson.  We don't use street language here.  They should
properly be referred to as testicles."

"Interesting!" I said.  "Then you don't have all the incense burning and
all the statues and stuff sitting around we're supposed to believe in?"

"Oh, no.  A large sculpted scrotum and penis resides at the back of the
alter.  These are symbols of God's love and the life he has granted us.
Therefore we worship and adore them at our services."

"It sounds interesting," I said.  "So you worship a big cock and a pair of
balls, eh?"

"Mr. Thompson, please!  It is a penis and testicles that God in his Grace
has given each man.  I would suggest that you attend our worship service
next Sunday to see for yourself and to determine if this might be the
church for you."  Then checking his calendar, Father John said, "Let me
see, now.  Oh, yes.  This Sunday we are having a Confirmation Service for
the youngsters.  The young sons of our some of our parishioners . . . the
twelve and thirteen year olds . . . will be confirmed into the church that
day.  They have all taken their confirmation classes."

"What does that entail?" I asked.

"Well, it's a very exciting day for them.  This will be the first day that
they will be able to ejaculate their precious sperm at the alter.  They
have all been working very hard preparing for it."

"How do they prepare?" I asked.

"Each boy spends a good deal of time with his father, who demonstrates and
teaches the boy technique.  I assume you masturbate, Mr. Thompson, and know
that one has to experiment and find the technique that is right for him."

"I don't believe this," I said.  "What does the confirmation ceremony
consist of?"

"Well, each boy first masturbates, as he was taught, and shoots his sperm
onto the body of one of our priests, who lies on a sacred carpet in the
middle of the altar.  As his sperm falls on the priest's naked body, it is
sanctified by God.  Then to finish the ceremony, each priest shoots his own
sperm into the mouth of the boy he is assigned to.  As the boy swallows the
priest's sperm, his body then contains the holy seed and he is sanctified.
He then becomes a member of the church."

"It sounds hot, Father," I said.

"No, my son.  It is God's love and Grace that is spread throughout the
child's body.  Oh, I almost forgot, we also have the junior class.  This
consists of all the boys between the ages of fourteen and seventeen.  They,
of course, had all been confirmed earlier, but they must go through a
re-confirmation each year.  This consists of each boy and his own father
coming to the alter, where the father inserts his penis directly into his
son's mouth, where it is manipulated by his son's tongue and lips until his
father ejaculates his sperm into the boy.  This not only continues to
infuse the boy with God's holiness, it serves as a holy bond between father
and son."

All I could say was "Wow!"

Father John continued.  "All men over eighteen must perform communion every
Sunday.  This means that every man in the congregation must come up to the
altar and must masturbate over the priests of this church who are lying on
the sacred carpet.  Whenever our Bishop attends a service, however, the
ceremony is altered, whereby the Bishop takes each man's penis in his mouth
and brings each man to orgasm.  Sometimes our Bishop will take and swallow
the sperm of forty or fifty men, all in the course of a couple of hours.
To cast one's sperm into the body of the Bishop is one of the holiest acts
we perform."

I finally said, If I want to become a member of this church, what kind of a
ceremony would be required of me?"

"Oh, Mr. Thompson, you would find it a ceremony of great beauty.  You will
feel the loving presence of God surging through your body like you have
never felt before.  Your naked body would first be covered with the holy
sperm of all of our priests, as well as of any man in the congregation who
feels moved to come up and cast his sperm on your body.  Then you will
receive, directly into your body through your mouth, the sacred sperm of
our Bishop.  As you swallow it, you will feel the holiness of your own
body.  At that point you will be confirmed as a member of our church.  Then
as a token of your faith, you will be asked to masturbate your penis, also
in front of the congregation, into the mouth of the Bishop.  You will then
be united with the church in our reverence and love of God."

"Tell, me, Father," I finally said, "what about the women in the church.
Do they have to do something to become members?"

"Well, the women can never become full members of our church.  They may
attend our services only through their connection with their husbands and
sons.  But since they do not produce God's holy sperm, they cannot be fully
confirmed.  There are many men, however, who have wanted their wives to
become members, and our Bishop has agreed to a special ceremony to allow
them to become what we call Associate Members.  These ceremonies are held
on Wednesday nights in our parish hall.  At this ceremony, each husband
inserts his penis into his wife's cunt . . . I mean, her vagina, and
releases his own holy sperm into her.  After that, one of our priests also
releases his own sacred sperm into the woman's vagina, thus casting upon
her a certain sanctify.  After all of the women present have been filled
with their husbands' and the priest's sperm, they usually have a social
hour of coffee and sandwiches.  We have had several cases, however, where
the husband has had serious erectile problems.  In that case, we allow
their young son to throw his sperm into his mother.  But only if he has
been confirmed into the holiness of the church."

Upon learning the basis of worship of this church, I sat stunned.  But I
was hard as a rock, and could feel the wetness of my underwear on my skin.
I said, "It looks to me that this might be the church for me.  Already, I
can feel the excitement of God's love inside of me."

Father John stood up and said, "We won't be having confirmation ceremonies
for adults such as yourself until the following Sunday.  But I would
strongly urge you to attend this Sunday so that you can learn more about
the church before you decide.  Before you leave, Mr. Thompson, I would like
to give you a little gift . . . a gift of God's life force, so to speak."

Father John took off his suit coat and undid his buckle and let his pants
drop to the floor, revealing a hard cock of at least nine inches.  "If you
will hold out your hand, Mr. Thompson, I will put it there.  Then I will
ask you to eat it from your hand and feel the grace of God spreading
through your body."

Father John walked around the desk and stood next to where I was sitting.
He said, "As I stroke, please hold my scrotum with your other hand.  I am a
priest, and a priest's scrotum is a holy object.  Holding it, you will feel
the glory of God as I deposit my sperm in your hand."

Father John began to stroke faster and faster, with his breathing becoming
more and more labored.  Throwing his head back suddenly and letting out a
growling roar, I could see his penis throbbing wildly as each powerful
stream of thick white cream shot into my hand.  It was beautiful.  I could
almost see the heart of God in that sperm.  When he had squeezed the last
drops from the end of his penis, I thrust my hand to my mouth and ate his
sperm like a ravenous dog.  Hot and thick, it slid over my lips and down
over my tongue.  As it seeped slowly down my throat, I longed for more.  I
truly felt the warmth of God's love surging through my body.

Putting his hand gently on my head, Father John said simply, "Bless you, my
son."

On Sunday, as I entered the church, I was accompanied by a throng of
mothers and fathers, all dressed in their Sunday best.  With many of them
were their young twelve and thirteen year old sons, all dressed up in their
neatly pressed pants and white shirts, and with their hair slicked back.
They looked like little angels, all eager to be confirmed in the church.

I overheard one father telling his son, "Now remember, Kenny, hold your
penis like I showed you.  And make sure you let your sperm fall directly on
the priest and, mind you, be sure not to get any sperm on the sacred rug.
The last few times we did it at home, you shot a few drops that missed me
and went off onto the sheet."

"Okay, daddy, I promise I'll do it good."

Then the father said, "Are you still good and hard?  I played with your
penis on the way here and got it pretty hard.  Do you still have it?"

"I sure do.  I'm ready."

After the congregation was seated, Father John, dressed in long white and
gold robes stepped to the front of the altar and made several
announcements.  One was about the confirmation of new adult members the
following Sunday.  Another was about the ceremony for women coming up that
Wednesday night in the parish Hall.  The church outing at the Sunny Shores
Nudist camp two weeks hence was being cancelled since the owners of the
camp had put in new rules that there could be no open and visible
masturbation.  Many of the other non-church members who frequented the camp
objected to the sight of men lying about while other men shot their sperm
onto their bodies.  Father John said that we didn't need to consort with
non-believers, and that he had appointed a committee of lay people to
examine the possibility of purchasing land where the church could establish
its own nudist facility.

Then Father John turned and, facing the enormous sculpture of a hard cock
and balls, kissed it and muttered something that could not be heard.  Then,
turning to the congregation, he removed his robes, revealing his fine naked
body from which his very straight and hard penis protruded.  He said, "Now
we will proceed with the confirmation of our young sons."

Nine priests appeared from a side door, all dressed in long white robes
with gold sashes and stoles.  Each stood at an individual sacred carpet and
slowly removed their robes, draping them on the railing behind them.  They
were all young men in their twenties and early thirties.  Each of them had
a very stiff erection. Father John ceremoniously knelt before each one and
kissed his penis first, and then his balls, which he fondled carefully in
his hand.  Then each priest lay on his back on his sacred carpet.

Nine young boys stood and, kissing their proud fathers, walked up to the
altar. Father John helped arrange them so one boy was standing over each of
the priests.  Then he instructed them to remove their clothes.  They had
all been told not to wear underwear so that the removal of their clothes
could be accomplished quickly.  All had very hard penises, except one boy,
who was struggling to get his up.

It looked at though the boy was about to cry, and Father John asked him
what was the matter.  The boy said, "My daddy always gets it up for me.  I
can't do it."

Father John said, "Will Bobby's dad please come up here and help his son?"

Bobby's dad jumped up on the altar and knelt down in front of Bobby, taking
his son's penis into his mouth.  In just a few seconds, Bobby started to
smile.  His little penis was now hard as a rock.

Once again, Father John, knelt down in front of each boy and ceremoniously
kissed his penis and his balls.  Then he said, "In God's name, our church
[meaning the priests] will now receive the life giving sperm from our young
children.  We will immerse our bodies in their sacred fluid."

I sat and watched each of these eager young boys begin stroking in earnest
. . . their sweet little smooth white bodies with their tiny hips moving
and jerking with every stroke.  I could hear fathers and mothers around me
murmuring words of encouragement, like "Come on son, try to shoot it all on
the priest's penis," etc.

As I watched, I noticed one boy begin to bend his knees and contort his
face.  I knew he was about to cum.  Then suddenly, his penis erupted
shooting a stream that completely missed its target and landed on the
sacred rug.  But quickly getting control of his penis, he was able to shoot
every subsequent stream directly onto the priest's own penis and balls.
Then, one by one, the other boys started to moan and shoot their loads onto
the bodies of the priest laid out on the floor.

The excitement of the ceremony took hold of me and I began rubbing my
crotch with great force.  Next to me, a young father had already released
his hard penis from its confines and was stroking it.  His sixteen year old
son, who sat next to him, was also stroking his own penis.  The father
could see that I was squirming in great frustration and said, "Don't hold
back, man, this is the time to celebrate the glory of God!  Let Him see our
sperm as a testament to our faith in the life force of God!"

I unbuckled my pants and shoved them down to my ankles in a frenzy.  As I
stroked, I watched as the naked priests rose to their feet.  Each boy then
knelt before one of them and, with his right hand grasped the gorged penis
and pushed it into his mouth.  With his left hand, he gently cupped the
priest's sacred balls.

The father sitting on the other side of me turned to me and said, "I
practiced this ritual a long time with my son.  He tended to grab hold of
my balls too tightly at first.  Also, he had some difficulty getting the
large head of my penis into his small mouth.  Then I would feel his fuckin'
teeth.  Christ!  But we finally perfected it.  Looks like he's doing fine
up there.  He's the little guy, the second one from the left."

I said to him, "Well, it looks like he's taking the whole shaft into his
mouth.  That was easily an eight incher, too.  He's quite a boy!"

The father said proudly, "Well he was finally able to take all of mine down
his throat, too, and I've got nine inches!"

I could see the boys eagerly running the priests' penises in and out of
their mouths, some pulling off briefly to run their tongues over the heads
of the penises.  Soon, I could see the ass cheeks of some of the priests
begin to tense up while their hips began to buck slightly.  Within just a
few seconds of each other, the priests began to growl and moan and groan,
indicating that they were spewing their sacred sperm into the bellies of
these young boys.

The Confirmation ceremony was now over, and all the proud moms and dads
began to applaud their sons who had now become full-fledged members of the
Church of the Holy Seed.  Without dressing, the boys picked up their
clothes and returned to their seats in the sanctuary with their parents.
It was custom that each father was then to kiss and lick the head of his
son's penis as a token of the newly formed sacred bond between father and
son.

After the congregation finally settled down, Father John, still with his
nine inch cock standing up at a forty-five degree angle, came forward and
announced that they would now perform the re-confirmation of all the
fourteen to seventeen year olds who were present for the ceremony.  "Will
all of those young men who are here for re-confirmation of your faith come
forward with their fathers."

Standing before the five young men who came forward, Father John looked at
them and explained, "Now each of you are here to re-confirm your faith by
taking the sacred sperm from your fathers into your body.  Please remove
your clothes and stand before God in all your supplicating nakedness.  And
all of you fathers will also please remove your clothes and place them on
the railing behind you."

After all the clothes had been removed, the boys knelt before their fathers
and took their fathers' hard penises into their mouths.  Looking at these
fourteen to seventeen year old boys convinced me they were among the
Earth's truest beauties.  All five had ass cheeks as round as melons and
bodies that could only have been created by a heavenly God.  As the boys
held their fathers' penises in their mouths, the fathers all started a
steady fucking motion.  "Those men are fucking their sons' mouths!" I said
to the man next to me.  He replied, "That has become a tradition with that
age group.  Those boys are bigger with bigger mouths which allows their
fathers' to fuck their mouths pretty hard."

I had been stroking my cock fairly hard for awhile, and I was very close to
shooting my load.  The man next to me could see this, and said, "When you
cum, shoot it into that little cup that's provided in the slot on the back
of the seat in front of you.  After the service, the priests come around
and collect the cups of sperm and have their own ceremony where they all
drink it from a sacred silver chalice.  It is a ceremony that brings them
closer to being at one with their congregation and with God."

I asked the man, "How much sperm do they collect out of these cups?"

"Oh, it's usually close to a quart.  Some of the parishioners deposit two
or more loads in the course of the service.  Any man in the congregation is
allowed to join the priests in this ritual, but the priests drink most of
it."

The fathers were now fucking their sons' mouths hard and fast.  As I
watched the fathers' balls begin to pull up into their bodies, one right
after the other began to spew their sperm, flooding their sons' mouths with
the hot creamy juice.  I could see strings of cum dripping off of some of
the boy's chins.  Once again, as the fathers pulled their turgid penises
from their sons' mouths, there was applause from the congregation for the
boys who had now had their faith reconfirmed.

Father John stood before the congregation and said, "Normally, this is the
time when we call all the faithful to come to the altar and ejaculate their
precious seed into the bodies of our sacred priests.  But I see that
practically all of the men here today have either pumped their sacred sperm
into the bodies of their sons or of our priests, and many have already
given an offering of their sperm in the collection cups.  So this week, we
will dispense with part of our service.

The service was now over.  All the naked priests then walked down the aisle
and stood by the door, shaking hands with the people as they left.  All the
boys who had been confirmed or reconfirmed walked naked with their naked
fathers through the church yard to their cars.  I stayed behind to have a
word with Father john.  We sat in one of the pews in the back of the
church.

I said, "It was a thrilling and uplifting service, Father John.  I believe
I'll be here next Sunday for my own induction into the church."

Father John still had his hard-on and stroked it gently as we talked.  I
said, "Father John, may I touch your balls . . . I mean your scrotum.  I
want to feel God's love on my hand."

Father John fell back on the pew and said, "My son, yes you may.  And I
want you to take my sperm with you today.  From it, you will feel God's
power surging through your body."

I leaned over and took all of Father John's nine inches into my mouth.  It
was wet and slimy with pre-cum and it tasted like no other penis I have
ever tasted.  It was truly a sacred penis and I couldn't wait for that holy
cream to pour forth into my body.  As I ran my lips over the Father's rock
hard penis, I could feel it getting even harder, and suddenly my mouth and
throat was flooded with the warm thick fluid of life.  I held it in my
mouth as long as I could and let it drip down my throat into my stomach.  I
truly felt that my body had been flooded with the Grace of God.  My body
was limp and felt as though it was about to float into the air.

As I got up, Father John said, pointing to the cup on the back of the pew,
"Would you care to leave an offering before you leave?"

I told him that I had already filled a cup during the service.  Father John
smiled and said, "We will expect you next Sunday.  Right now it appears you
will be the only adult being confirmed.

After returning home, I felt renewed.  My spirit was soaring.  I had
contributed my seed for the glory of God.  And next Sunday I would taste
the sacred seed from God that would issue forth from the holy penises of
the ordained priests.  Every day I fell uplifted from the anticipation of
that holy ceremony that awaited me.

When Sunday finally came, I was one of the first to enter the church and
took a seat in the front row.  I stared in awe at the great sculpted
scrotum on the altar.  The large imposing penis that protruded above it
almost seemed to be alive.  As I sat transfixed at the sight at this great
monolith, it actually seemed to me that it was throbbing rhythmically, and
I even thought I could see a bubble of thick white sperm oozing from the
tip of it.

I quickly came to my senses, however, when Father John stepped forward and
read the announcements.  Among them was an announcement that two members of
the congregation, a father and his thirteen year old son, had given an
offering to the church.

"I am happy and grateful to announce that Mr. Cummings and his son,
Charlie, have donated a jar of their sperm to our church.  For the past
month, they each ejaculated every day into the jar.  They presented it to
me early this morning.  Each of our priests immediately had a small taste
of it and wish to express their gratitude for the gift of Mr. Cummings and
his young son's sperm."

As Father John held up the jar of watery liquid to the applause of the
congregation, he said, "God bless you both!"

"Now, I am pleased to announce that we are about to have a new member,"
said Father John.  "His name is Roger Thompson.  Mr. Thompson, would you
step up, please."

I got up and ascended the steps to the altar, accompanied by light
applause.  I felt flushed with excitement now that I was so close to
becoming a member.

"Mr. Thompson, please remove all of your clothes and place them on the
railing behind you.  Then lie down on your back on the sacred carpet, where
you will be immersed in the holy sperm of our priests."  Then turning to
the audience, he said, "Please, all men who wish to add their sperm to the
holy sperm bath of this man, please remove your clothes, leave them on your
seat, and come up to altar."

After removing my clothes and lying down on the sacred carpet, the nine
priests entered and ceremoniously removed their long robes, revealing nine
very handsome slim bodies and nine very hard penises of various lengths and
thickness.  Soon a total of fifty-two naked men from the congregation were
standing around me, slowly massaging their balls and penises in
anticipation of their part in the ceremony.  First, the nine priests
encircled me and began stroking their penises.  As one would moan and shoot
his sperm upon my body, he would step aside and allow a man from the
congregation to take his place.  Over a period of about forty-five minutes,
I had the sperm of sixty-one penises shot onto my body from head to toe.
My face was covered with sperm, much of which ran into my mouth.  My chest
and stomach and pubic hair was covered with great globs of thick white cum.
Many aimed their sperm onto my penis and balls.  My balls felt tickled as
sperm ran off of them.  My legs were likewise covered with thick sperm.  My
eyelids also had sperm on them, which prevented me from opening my eyes
very wide.

As I lay there covered with sperm, the priests stood back, and the men from
the congregation returned to their seats.  As my body then became visible
to the whole congregation, they all stood to get a better view of my sperm
soaked body and applauded.

Very shortly, the Bishop entered, resplendent in red and gold robes and
wearing a jeweled Bishop's hat.  Father John helped me up and told me to
kneel in front of the Bishop.  As I stood, I could feel the thinning sperm
now running in rivellets down my body, much of it dripping in a stream off
of my hard penis.  The Bishop, with the help of two naked priests, slowly
removed his robes to revel another magnificent male specimen.  His penis
appeared to be no less than ten inches long and had a gentle curve upward.
Father John whispered to me to move up closer to the Bishop on my knees and
take his gorged penis into my mouth.  Slowly, he began fucking my mouth,
and his low-slung balls swung to and fro.  I didn't have to move my head at
all.  But I allowed my tongue to feel the hardened veins which encircled
the Bishop's penis.

For five minutes, the Bishop pumped his cock in and out of my mouth.  I
prayed he would never stop.  I reached up and cupped his large hairy balls
in my hand, which brought a short cry of pleasure from his lips.  Soon I
could feel his ball sack tighten and crinkle up as those low slung balls
begin to ascend up into his body.  The head of his penis began to swell
until it almost filled my mouth.

Suddenly the Bishop shouted, "Praise God!  Let this man now taste and have
his body filled with the sweet seed of life!"

Then as he began to fuck my face harder and call out, "Oh shit!  Oh shit!
Eat my fuckin' cock!" he flooded my mouth with his hot thick sperm.  It
came so fast, it started to dribble down my chin before I could swallow it.
It just kept streaming into my mouth.  I felt transported to a new level of
holiness as I felt God's warmth spread throughout my body.

As the Bishop slowly pulled his penis out of my mouth, he sunk down in a
chair that was hastily brought up behind him, and gasped for air.

Father John then instructed me to stand before the Bishop and masturbate my
penis.  When I was ready to cum, I was to thrust it into the Bishop's
mouth, sending my hot sperm into the Bishop's belly.  It was to be my first
token of faith as a member of the Church of the Holy Seed.  As I looked
into the gorgeous chiseled features of the Bishop's face, and stroked my
hard penis within inches of it, I felt that I was about to have a union
with God that I never felt possible.

I could feel my body stiffening and my back begin to arch.  My whole
insides began to tingle and my penis felt as though it were made of solid
stone.  I stepped forward and thrust my throbbing penis into the Bishop's
waiting open mouth just as I felt my sperm surging through the shaft and
spurting to the back of his throat.  The Bishop suddenly took hold of my
balls and squeezed gently.  I could see his Adams apple bouncing up and
down as he swallowed my sperm.

As my orgasm slowly subsided, I pulled my penis out of the Bishop's mouth
and fell to my knees.  He reached over and placed his hand on my head and
said, "You are now a member of the Church of the Holy Seed, my son."

As I stood up, the entire congregation stood up and applauded me.  I felt
so proud that I had successfully completed the ceremony.  As I looked down
at the assemblage, I saw that only one man was not standing.  He was still
seated, naked of course, with his legs apart.  His young son was crouched
on the floor sucking his father furiously.  The father smiled at me and put
his hands up in the air as though to say, "Well, what can you do?  The boy
was horny, so I'm letting him have a little suck."

I looked down at him with an understanding smile.

Father John walked forward and said, "Now we usually have all you men who
have not yet ejaculated your sperm come up and bath our priests with what
you have to give them.  But as you know, when our dear Bishop is present,
he will suck your sperm from you and will ingest it all.  If all of you who
have not already offered your sperm today will come forward and form a line
here in front of the Bishop's chair, we can proceed."

I counted forty-eight men who came up and formed a line to have the Bishop
suck their penises and swallow their sperm.  I returned to my seat in the
audience to watch.  It took over two hours for the Bishop to suck the sperm
from those forty-eight men.  During that time, practically all of the men
and boys left in the audience were busily making an effort to shoot another
load into the cups provided as an offering.  In a number of instances,
there were men and boys sucking on other men and boys in order to prime the
pump, so to speak, for those who had already shot a load earlier.  Also
some of the wives and mothers were also lending a hand in this regard to
some of the men.  The man next to me had already cum twice.  But he knew he
could cum a third time if his young son would sit on the floor and fuck him
with a vibrating dildo he had brought along.  He leaned over to me and
said, "I can shoot a load anytime with my son fucking me with that dildo.
I don't know how he does it, but he sure knows how to manipulate it up my
ass!"

When the service was finally over, and the poor bloated Bishop managed to
leave the altar, I felt exhilarated and walked briskly home.  My wife and
children had opted not to get involved in this church.  In fact, I had not
told them a single thing about its beliefs and ceremonies.  When I returned
home, my wife's only comment was, "Well, dear, I hope you heard an
uplifting sermon at that new church."

Over the next several nights, I lay in bed thinking about and reveling in
my new-found connection with God.  But for some reason, the heavenly
religious glow began to fade, no matter how hard I tried to keep it at the
forefront of my thoughts.  The sperm, the hard penises, the orgasmic
contortions, the erotic male bodies, having my body covered in sperm,
shooting my sperm and having powerful orgasms in front of a crowd of
several hundred applauding worshipers.  These were the things that were
coming back to me, turning me into a frenzied lump of a man, burning with
sexual desire.  Where was my love of God?  Where was the warm and fuzzy
feel of God's grace that had just a few days before gripped my very soul?

The answer was obvious now.  It was pure eroticism that had gripped me.  It
had nothing to do with God.  It was just sex I wanted . . . down and dirty
raunchy sex.  That's all it was.  And now what did I have to show for it?
I had been looking for a religious experience, something I had felt was
missing in my life.  I was dreadfully vulnerable, and I had allowed myself
to be taken in by this gang of sexual deviates.  I sat up in bed suddenly,
sweat running down my cheeks.  "My God, what have I done!" I thought.

Several days later, I stopped off at a hotel bar for a drink before going
home to supper.  Sitting next to me was a young gentleman about my age.
His name was Jeff.  We struck up a conversation.  He told me that he was an
executive officer of a large company, and he traveled to this city several
days a week.  I informed him of my own work as a freelance writer and
author, as well as my professorial work at the University.  He was also
married and also had two sons, as I had.  Around about the second drink, it
came out very subtly that we were both homosexuals.  We talked a little
about our meager experiences in that area, and the pain and loneliness we
often suffered as married men.

It was clear that we were attracted to each other, both physically and in
other ways.  We were both intelligent, responsible men, with respectable
employment, and we found conversation with each other interesting.  I told
him that I was enjoying our conversation and that perhaps we could meet
again for a drink.  It was then that he very tentatively asked if I would
like to come up to his room for one more drink.

After arriving in Jeff's room, we sat across from each other at a small
table and talked as we drank.  It was clear that we had both been out of
circulation, so to speak, in the gay world, and it had been hard.  He told
me that he longed more than anything just to be hugged by a man again, to
feel a man's strong arms around him, and feel his warm breath on his cheek.
Even if there was no sex, if he had just that, all of his feelings and
longings would be satisfied.

I suddenly began to think about the word "Love."  I now felt revulsion over
the fact that I so recently attached love of God to the love of sperm.
What I had felt with those people in that church was lust.  Pure lust.
Love had nothing to do with any of it.  When he got up to get more water, I
impulsively stood up and took him in my arms and we hugged each other
tightly.  We kissed each other on the cheek and then lightly on the lips.
I saw something in his eyes that I never saw in the eyes of those priests.
I saw in his eyes a passion and a longing.  We had both suddenly found
something that neither of us had had for so long.  Neither of us even
thought about sex.  We stood there locked in each other's arms, feeling
warm and secure and loved.

Soon, we lay on the bed, fully dressed, still tight in each other's arms
and kissing each other's faces.  Such a glow of happiness spread over me,
that I could feel my eyes begin to burn and fill with tears.  The same was
happening with him.  We both had fallen in love.  Neither of us dared,
though, to say it.  We looked deeply into each other's eyes, and there we
saw that love without saying a word.

Knowing that we both had to go home and resume our "other" lives, we tore
ourselves from each other's arms.  It was now after midnight.  My wife
would be asleep, and there would probably be no need for explanation.  But
we agreed to meet again.  Jeff would be in town two days each week, and it
would be on those nights that the secret true love that Jeff and I had
found with each other would bloom and be consumated.  And our sperm had
nothing to do with the love of God.


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Tom Borden
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