Date: Fri, 8 Dec 2006 08:08:54 -0800 (PST)
From: Robert Hartman <f11hartman@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: Da Vinci Ritual Ritual 3

     When I walk into my church, I'm sorta dressed up
but this time I'm really dressed down like raw, naked
and my bare ass cheeks are feeling freedom sensations
that I have never out in public had before.   I'm
alone in the aisle with pews on either side with an
oversized altar communion table big enough to have a
human sized nude body laid on a cross getting ready to
be lifted high up in the air so that the Da Vinci
Ritual may begin.   10 men in cassocks wait their
turns to feel the thrills of sex and yet try as hard
as they can to overcome those sensations called the
sins of men.
     It is like lunch time with the organ playing
Carmino Barana and all I have had to eat is the semen
creams of these guys and they sure have fed me lots of
warm sperm filled sauce.  My cock is up and hard as a
rock as the two bare-body helpers lock me into my
kneeler for more hot fun.  These two guys go about
their job as they watch some guy rape my mouth and
yet, their dicks stay totally limp and dangling like
totally controlled.
     My rod has been erect almost all morning and now,
as all of this continues, I'm already spitting precum
which is sliding down my stiff shaft and onto my
balls.  This next guy bows before the altar and then,
approaches me in all his birthday suit glory.  He is
definitely oversexed like many someones you would see
on any street corner.  He grins as the helpers bring
him to me like he is saying:
    I know I must not enjoy this and you guys know I
must not enjoy
    this and my dick is saying, "Bring it on as I
pretend and pretend
    and pretend and struggle with all of me."
    As he scratches his shiny black pubic crotch
curls, his dick head bounces around like ready to go
and I begin smelling his sweaty Italian crotch aroma.
Italian sweat is so heavenly sweet.   His dick head is
already dripping and he takes his hand and moves his
mushroom over my lips like begging me to open up and
take him good.  I can't move my head but my tongue
reaches out and tries to lap him tenderly.  He moves
his wand over my cheeks and teases his odors up
against my nostrils.  Oh, he smelled so good.  Next,
he takes his precious smelling goo and makes me close
my eyes as he makes wet circles aound my eyelids.
Finally, he softly slides his treasure between my lips
and I begin coating him like slippery licking as he
begins shoving in and almost out and so lovingly.  His
ticklling trembling touches taste like warm pudding
cream in shades of white in my mouth and down the
sides of my mouth.  His love stuff fills my mouth and
throat and he tastes so good. I will search every
parrish to find this guy and help
him with his temptions.
    As his live tailwag sperms are collected from my
mouth, they are placed in the holy cup.  My filled
rubber gets emptied and allowed to join the semen
warmth of the others.  My boy makes some final strokes
of his balls while whispering in my ear that his St
Agnus sinners like all this sex sinning and with
everyone and he loves all of them, girls and boys.
Soon, I will be visiting St. Agnus with my pubic hair
publiicly showing and hopefully like St. Agnus, my
holy of holy will be totally covering my secret
desires like they did a long time ago for Agnus.
     Number 7 did his thing.  He prayed. He shot his
thing and it was like a fountain but I didn't get
excited. He came, he shared his cum and left and then
came the God of Gods in all his glory.   Just watching
his ass genuflecting had me dreaming of things to cum
like next chapter.

Do you have any suggestions like send all the way to
Cleveland.
F11hartman@sbcglobal.net.