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Sunday Choir Boys
By Wolfe
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The Bells toll Two o.clock and it's a sunny afternoon in the dusty little town. The one-horse towns only House of Worship sits silent and empty now.
Oaken doors closed to the nitty-gritty of life until Seven that evening The Right
Reverend Deacon Don is having a late lunch and plans a nap before the, when
revitalized he will thrust the doors open again welcoming the citizens, sinners and sinned against alike, back into his spiritual haven.
Setting his Double whopper and fries on the table he reaches for his Benedictine
Brandy and his special cup. Quickly glancing around he surreptitiously pulls a
tattered copy of The Advocate Magazine from the table drawer. In sweaty nervous
anticipation he opens his shirtfront and snakes down his trousers. Settling in the
chill of his oaken chair causes his buttocks to shiver and clench. A dollop of special sauce on his favorite member , a turn of the page and the stage is set.
His pendulous organ swollen the fulsome sack below is drawing tight He pants, he
wheezes and his moans fill the room. Oh My GOOO..what was that noise...that low
gutteral moan of an animal in pain.? There, again..harsher raspier now. Deacon
Don fumbles, rearranging himself and securing the paraphenalia. Perspiration
pours down his face clouding his glasses and his view. That noise again..in a near
panic he casts his reading glasses aside and lurches to the loft. The choir loft
where just a bit ago two college boys lead the assembly. Their sweet voices
soaring to the very heights and depths of his place of business.
There before his very eyes two very virile very healthy and very naked bodies are
entwined...body parts glistening with their juices and sweat. A stiff prick with
purple head pulsing slipped from the blond boys mouth. The burgeoning organ
spat his honeyed elixer one, twice , three times. As it dripped down his lips and chin the boy licked and swallowed and licked again. The slender lad whose cock was convulsing fell back legs splayed his testicles beginning to recover and relax.
Eyeing his ebon hued friends now defenseless core was al but too much for the
boy. His years on the scrimmage line had taught him when to tackle, locker rooms provided with the techniques. His cock, like him thick hard and eager plunged
forth and dripping scored. The anus under assault opened, the hairless hole .becoming a wide receiver, welcoming the bat sized intruder of his pale buddy.
By Wolfe
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The Bells toll Two o.clock and it's a sunny afternoon in the dusty little town. The one-horse towns only House of Worship sits silent and empty now.
Oaken doors closed to the nitty-gritty of life until Seven that evening The Right
Reverend Deacon Don is having a late lunch and plans a nap before the, when
revitalized he will thrust the doors open again welcoming the citizens, sinners and sinned against alike, back into his spiritual haven.
Setting his Double whopper and fries on the table he reaches for his Benedictine
Brandy and his special cup. Quickly glancing around he surreptitiously pulls a
tattered copy of The Advocate Magazine from the table drawer. In sweaty nervous
anticipation he opens his shirtfront and snakes down his trousers. Settling in the
chill of his oaken chair causes his buttocks to shiver and clench. A dollop of special sauce on his favorite member , a turn of the page and the stage is set.
His pendulous organ swollen the fulsome sack below is drawing tight He pants, he
wheezes and his moans fill the room. Oh My GOOO..what was that noise...that low
gutteral moan of an animal in pain.? There, again..harsher raspier now. Deacon
Don fumbles, rearranging himself and securing the paraphenalia. Perspiration
pours down his face clouding his glasses and his view. That noise again..in a near
panic he casts his reading glasses aside and lurches to the loft. The choir loft
where just a bit ago two college boys lead the assembly. Their sweet voices
soaring to the very heights and depths of his place of business.
There before his very eyes two very virile very healthy and very naked bodies are
entwined...body parts glistening with their juices and sweat. A stiff prick with
purple head pulsing slipped from the blond boys mouth. The burgeoning organ
spat his honeyed elixer one, twice , three times. As it dripped down his lips and chin the boy licked and swallowed and licked again. The slender lad whose cock was convulsing fell back legs splayed his testicles beginning to recover and relax.
Eyeing his ebon hued friends now defenseless core was al but too much for the
boy. His years on the scrimmage line had taught him when to tackle, locker rooms provided with the techniques. His cock, like him thick hard and eager plunged
forth and dripping scored. The anus under assault opened, the hairless hole .becoming a wide receiver, welcoming the bat sized intruder of his pale buddy.