I went along to the Temple of Hormen on Sunday for their 11 a.m. service. It was quite an eye-opener. Jay and Gary, the two Hormen who called at my house and gave me such a wonderful time, greeted me as I came in, and explained things.
The Temple looked like a Christian church, but in place of the Cross on the altar was a gold phallus. The stained glass windows had scenes of male-on-male fellatio and anal intercourse. The pews were filling up fast with gorgeous young Hormen in their crisp white shirts, some wore their suit jackets as well (and of course trousers, but these wouldn't stay on or at least unzipped for long).
'We have three marriages to conduct today', said Gary. 'One couple is marrying for the first time, the other two couples are bringing new husbands into the marriage to spice it up and share their sex life together.'
'We don't believe in letting people be lonely or without sex,' said Jay. 'So we encourage happily married couples to invite singles into their marriage, so they can share their happiness'.
This seemed like a good idea to me. I'd always thought monogamous heterosexual marriage terribly selfish. Why should a woman with a gorgeous husband keep him all to herself? While a woman next door, or a gay man, might be deprived of sex but hear them performing thru the wall each night?
'I do have one question, what about females? Are there Horwomen?' I asked.
'Oh yes, but they have their own separate churches. There are three divisions of our Church. The Hormen, that's us, we're all gay, the Horwomen, they're all lesbians, and the Horpeople, they are heterosexual or bisexual. We don't go to each other's services, we keep them all separate,' explained Gary.
'Enjoy the service,' said Jay. 'Two Hormen will join you, we always make newcomers welcome. Sit in this pew at the front.'
I looked at the pew he pointed at, and there was a notice next to it saying 'Newcummers Pew. Welcum'
'Do you wish to partake of Holy Cummunion?' asked Gary.
'What's that, exactly?' I asked.
'The priest and choirboys all ejaculate into a silver goblet, and you kneel at the altar and take a sip of their joint semen from the cup,' said Gary. 'It's much like the Christian Holy Communion or Mass, but I'm afraid there's no wafer. It is a ceremony all about sharing, that's what we're all about, sharing.'
'Well I may do, I'll see ,' I said, not knowing whether I fancied drinking out of a cup that goodness knows who had spunked into. Could be all old guys for all I knew, or gorgeous young ones.
There were some very old men in the church. However I noticed young Hormen immediately homed in on them and no old guy was left on his own. I remarked on this to Jay.
'Oh we look after the elderly, unlike much of the gay community,' he said. 'We will all grow old some day, if we live that long, so we make sure any older guy who cums to our services is properly serviced by at least two young guys. Just like we service those who we visit in their own homes.'
Then I noticed one old chap in the opposite pew had fainted.
'That often happens,' said Gary. 'He's 96 and has just been kissed by a young Hormen aged 18, and it was too much for him. His sexy fragrance, made from semen, just overcame the old man, he'll be OK in a minute. If not we have paramedics standing by.'
Indeed a very attractive teenager was tending to the old guy, undoing his shirt buttons, and as the guy came around he gave him another French kiss. this time the old man didn't faint, but flung his arms around the young guy, so glad to be welcomed and loved by the youngster. The young guy then sat with his arm round the old chap, and another young Hormen, in his twenties I'd guess, came and sat the other side of the old man.
I sat in the pew, and presently two nice Hormen came along, sitting one each side of me. They smelt fucking gorgeous, and they were jacketless, just wearing their trousers and crisp white shirts with their nametags on them. I had Sam Spunk to my left, and Jerry Jism to my right. Their Hormen names of course.
Sam had dark hair, was aged about 30, and Jerry was a redhead with lots of freckles, younger, in his early 20s. They introduced themselves, then both of them French kissed me, sticking their tongues right down my throat.
We sat back, and they put their arms round me and held my hands as the service began.
A young good-looking priest came out in a long scarlet robe with a gold phallus symbol on it. The choir, I was pleased to see, were guys in their late teens and early to mid-twenties, also dressed in scarlet robes.
The first song to be sung was 'Cum All Ye Faithful', which was all about cumming into the Cummunion goblet. This was then passed around the choir, and when they had all jerked each other off into it, a teenage choir member came and knelt before the priest holding up the goblet filled with the choirs' semen contributions while another, a gorgeous blond guy about 22, opened the priest's robe and jerked him off into the goblet.
The goblet was then placed on the altar under the golden phallus, and two men walked up the aisle hand in hand as the Wedding March was played. I watched as a fairly traditional wedding ceremony was performed by the priest, but with no vow of monogamy. Instead the priest said:
'May you welcome into your holy marriage other men you both agree to share your happiness with, do not keep your lustful and loving relationship to yourself, share it with others,'
They promised to do this, and the priest then said they must now consummate their relationship.
The young couple then undressed and we watched them kissing and sucking each other, and then indulging in anal intercourse. When one had climaxed, the one who had been fucked stood up and his husband sucked him off. The priest them prounounced them truly a married couple, and told them to go forth and share their lust and spunk with as many as possible on a casual basis, and hopefully bring more men into the permanent loving and lustful relationship they had together in a further marriage ceremony.
It was all so different to a Christian marriage, or even a civil partnership between two gay men, that I found it rather strange. But next came three men, and they were apparently doing just what the priest said. Two were already married to each other, and they were welcoming a third guy into their marriage. These three then performed in front of the altar as the organist played suitable fucking music, and then another ceremony took place, this involving five men in a joint marriage, and by this time it looked like a mini-orgy in front of the altar, with all five taking up different positions, and all climaxing.
All this time Jerry and Sam were masturbating me, and I found it hard to keep from cumming. 'Sexy isn't it?' said Sam as we watched the marriage ceremonies. 'Look, that guy has the spunk of his four husbands all over his face, quite a bukakke session isn't it? Well whatever turns you on, as they say.'
When the marriage ceremonies were over, we were invited to partake of Holy Cummunion, and as the priest and choir members were all so gorgeous looking, I went up to the altar and knelt down, with Sam and Jerry each side of me. They continued to wank me in turn and a line of other men were each side of me.
The priest moved down the line offering the goblet of spunk to everyone. I noticed some, when they'd taken a sip, kissed those each side of them, so there was a lot of snowballing going on. Indeed, when the cup came to Jerry he kissed me and passed some cum from his mouth into mine, then I took a sip from the cup, still half full. It smelt great - all that young spunk and I took a big sip as the priest said: 'Enjoy our semen, may it fill you with joy and lust for more!' and then he passed the cup to Sam who took a sip, and he too kissed me, so we swopped more of the spunk from the goblet.
I don't know why I didn't cum there and then, as they were still jerking me off, but I held back, and I was so glad I did, as after the Holy Cummunion was a general orgy session. Everyone in the church was encouraged to have sex and not only Sam and Jerry, but about 20 other young Hormen all gang-banged me, and I could see everybody was being fucked by young handsome men, or were sucking them off. Five teenage choir members fucked my mouth and shot their loads into it, and 8 more fucked me. Even the priest fucked me saying: 'Ah, another newcummer, I must try out his arse and welcum him into our cummunity.'
I still hadn't cum myself, but I needn't have worried. Two teenage choir boys, both aged about 18 or 19, knelt before me and started giving me a blow-job. The priest stood behind them and said: 'Feed these two boys, they are hungry for your spunk, feed them as a mother feeds her suckling her milk for they are young and need your paternal semen'.
I looked into their eyes and they looked into mine as they took turns to suck me off. Which one would get my cum? The blond one or the brunet? It turned out to be the brunet, I just couldn't hold back any longer and he had such a sensual technique. He drained me dry, and then he kissed the blond one and they shared my spunky load.
Gary and Jay then came over and with Sam and Jerry they all kissed me and wished me well, and told me not to forget the Feast of Hormen next week.