I consider myself a pretty good church goer and now that I am in college, I still go to Mass and Confession regularly compared to the other students. After meeting a real young kid several times while in the Confession line, this led to his finding my dorm room and baring everything. So, confessions for me and the kid have been pretty raw and priests enjoying some touching feelings. We both laugh at the questions the priest asks during a session. Like, you mean you can do it several times while together with your friend?
After Mass one Sunday Father asked me to come in for a conference and that was the beginning of learning real secrets in my church. 400 years of secrets called Ritual of Da Vinci. Yes, I said I wanted to be a joiner. As soon as exams were over, I reported to the church and was led to the basement where my clothes ended up in a locker and I found myself buttoning the 100 buttons of a black cassock like priests wear. Wow, Naked but for a black robe and I looked kinda saintly..
I saw a baseball cap on the bench and knew my kid buddy had been down here also. When I finished dressing, I was led to this old lost door and before I could enter, I had to assure again and again that I could never discuss these secrets with anyone. 400 years of secrets.
When I stepped inside this door, It was quickly shut and locked and I found myself alone in the most beautiful gothic chapel with fan vaulted ceiling. On one side giant wall was an 18 foot painting of a nude mother holding her nursing child with all sorts of colored rays coming through the stained windows. All around that wall were male and female angels in white see-through robes with faint views of cunts and dicks and pubic hair as they shared their holys with this mother and child. On the wall across from this picture was a set of full size statues seated around a table with the host in the center with his arms around some woman next to him. Up in front of me was this beautiful altar and large bedsize table. In the aisle were two very holy situation. A Kneeler that could lock you into as you prayed to a set of statues of this mother nursing the child in full life size and a totally naked father standing proudly behind his child. I could feel myself getting hard every time I looked at them.
As the organ played its music, I discovered this giant cross hanging from the ceiling. Suddenly two naked men appeared and lowered the cross and laid it on the altar table. Every nerve in my body was breathing this religious devine festival called the ritual of Da Vinci. 400 years ago in France a group of french priests had decided to live their pure priesthood by trying to be raw rich close to God. They deprived themselves of all worldly goods and naked as they cleaned, cooked, farmed and chanted together. They swam and bathed together. They washed each other and sex was never. They knew people in the church were sinning as they listened to confessions. Priest children grew up as part of families with the father of the house thinking the child was theirs. The priests or monks felt thy must experience these sex passions with youth, men and woman and learn how to be pure even whille experiencing these deepest passionate feelings and as they climaxed, they must learn to resist all emotions as sperms left their bodies and they struggled to be pure from head to toe.
Obviously This playing secretly produced priestly children in many families everywhere. The Da Vinci sharing was about to include every feeling of my body.
Suddenly, the two young guys about 25 or 30 appeared in the chapel all naked with their black curly bushes like wreaths around their well hung possessions dangled as they fixed the cross on the altar and then they led 10 priests in black cossacks into the room. Next, they approached me and began unbuttoning my buttons as they told me how priests have allowed themselves to feel these sensations of sex while fighting those pleasure feelings while up men or women or boy or girl as they entered front or back. As I lost my robe, I was as hard as possible as the organ played the story of all this called Camina Barrona. The music increased as 10 priests lost their robes and showed their rock rods but always the two 25 yr.olds demonstrated complete control of all emotions.
A very old priest was brought in and stripped and brought up to the altar where he was placed on the cross face down and tied to the cross with legs and arms unable to move. His ass showed bare cheeks waiting to be seen by everyone in the room. With rear all exposed he was totally naked on his cross. Da Vinci action was about to begin. I was led up to the altar and as the 2 naked priests opened up ass cheeks on this cross, I was ordered up on the table and ordered to enter and place my semen way up inside. As I listened to this holy father praying his prayers, I pumped and pounded and shot my wads quickly. Then the 2 beautiful bodies lifted me off the table, they knelt down and licked me clean and then locked me into the kneeler for the next scene to begin.
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