Date: Wed, 18 Jan 2017 19:56:56 +0000
From: J a skehan <jaskejr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hank the trucker 4

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Hank Tucker 4

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From part 3

I put my hand on his knee and whispered "But maybe we might want to
consider it more than recruiting." He beamed as he opened his legs wider. I
hoped that tonights' layover would cement what we have.

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It had been decided that the sponsor of each boy would be responsible for
his preparation for entry into the church community of Priapus. The lessons
on fertility and man love would occur in the week before the final
ceremony. The doctor had agree to test the boys individually so that they
would not see the others. Each sponsor would bring the boy to his office
after hours. A complete physical would accompany the testing. Strict
instructions had been given to the boys to abstain fron any form of sex for
a month. This was particularly difficult for the teens with their raging
hormones. Each night the sponsors would spend an hour going over the
writings prepared by the members and the history of the Priapus worship. On
the night chosen the sponsors were to take the boys to their homes,
administer a series of cleansing scented enemas, grease theri holes with
lube, dress the boys in the chosen garment, a white, short tunic and offer
them a special drink.

  The church members gathered an hour before the ceremony to prepare the
altar and themselves. They were all to wear a hooded, black cape that
reached their knees, nothing else. The bishop, elected by the members
annually, wore a long scarlet robe with a gold belt. On his face was a mask
representing the god, Priapus. It covered the upper part of his face and
was emblazened with the symbol of fertility-the penis and balls. He wore a
green mitre on his head with interlocking snakes. His staff, an elongated
cock and oversized balls was carried before him at the start of each
service.

  In preparation for the ceremony the members covered the altar in a black
rubber sheet. The sacred Priapus in polished wood was the only thing on the
altar. The sponors had been given a strict time to arrive with their
charges. Each boy was to be blindfolded before entering the barn. They were
not allowed to see each other before the ceremony. A silver necklace was
placed around each boy's neck. From it hung the image of a cock. At 9PM
exactly a bell sounded indicating that the first of the boys and sponsors
had arrived. The blackclad members stood around the wall, candles in their
hands, their stiff cocks tenting their robes. The hoods were pulled
low to cover their faces.

 One by one the boys arrived with their sponsors. Each pair stood before
the altar with the sponsors standing behind their boy. A single bell rang
and the sponsors removed the blind folds. Devin looked shyly to his side to
see the football team coach, the sponsor, and the quarterback, his boy. He
recogonized other boys from his school. Some were with their fathers or
uncles. Others were with men he didn't know. He quickly turned his eyes
forward. One by one the boys approached the bishop, knelt and swore to
honor the rule of Priapus. As the last boy returned to stand with his
sponsor, the bishop indicated that the boys should remove their
garment. Each one did as he was told. The sponsors pushed the boys to their
knees, ready to receive the bishop's cock blessing. The bishop then
anointed each boy with the sperm from the members gathered before the
ceremony. Each boy was given a small spoonful poured over the bishop's cock
to suck. After each boy received the blessing the sponsor turn him around
and bent him over to receive the bishop's flesh staff, hidden under his
robe. Each boy was given three hard pushes by the bishop's stiff
member. The sponsors were then told to take their places at their boys rear
and inject their holy sperm into the new members.

  Hank and Devin were the last to enter the barn. Hank was anxious to
present Devin to the members. He had spent an hour opening him up with his
fingers and a dildo. The special drink, a mixture of sex stimulants had
been shared by both of them. Walking into the prepared chamber he noticed
that one of the sponsors was a hunky young policeman from the town. His boy
was a swim team member. Another was a minister with his own son. The town
councilman, the mayor, the bank president, the high school football coach
were all there with their young charges. There were six pairs in all. When
the bishop, who was the police chief of the town, had given Devin a pump
with his cock, it was Hank's turn. He walked behind Devin as another member
of the congregation stepped in front of Devin to offer him his stiff tool
and to hold him for penetration. Hank's stiff cock slowly, painlessly
entered into Devin's hole. Devin's cries of "Yes!"  joined that of the
other boys. Each sponsor was to deposit his seed, the source of life, into
his boy. The other members looked on while jerking their swollen cocks
under their robes. The hoods were thrown back to reveal their faces. It was
a mixed group of men- ages, colors, body types. All with stiff cocks ready
to take the new members. Hank yelled as he gripped Devin's hip and
deposited his load into the boy. Men lined up ready to take their turn on
the boy of their choice. The quarterback was very popular with his muscled
body and blond, short hair. His sponsor had shaved his body hair and oiled
his body so it shown in the candle light. The other boys were not
neglected. Each one received sperm from at least six men and offered their
own, young sperm to a number of members. The special drink had given them a
renewed sex drive.

  After the ceremony the boys were permitted to take each other in any way
they wanted. There were couplings of every form. The members of the
congregation applauded and encouraged the boys. By midnight everyone was
sated and Priapus was well honored. The room was cleaned and Hank left with
Devin for his bedroom, just the two of them. Devin lay on the bed on his
stomach as Hank lay between his legs rimming his cum filled ass. He tried
to get all of the accumulated sperm offerings out of his boy before
depositing his own again.

  Finishing with the rimming he turned Devin on his back. Both were still
in state of excitement. "Have you had enough cock for the night?" he
asked. Devin looked up and pulled Hank down for a deep kiss before saying
"Never can have too much of your cock." Hank pushed just the tip of his
rigid 8 inches into the warm hole before Devin grabbed Hank's butt with his
feet to pull him all the way in with a loud moan. Both wanted to utter the
new "L" word to express their need.



Ok, you asked for it: The Priapus ceremony of the sacred sperm. Praise be
to the almighty, life giving cock and it's sacred seed.

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