Sexual Crucifixion

Three young men, all around 21, are naked in a monastic cell, sucking and fucking as if their life depended on shooting ropes of jizz in their partner’s ass or mouth. François, Mathieu and Pierre are among the eleven novices aspiring to become a priest and a member of the Congregation of the Oblates of Mary Immaculate. Their year of noviciate will end by solemnly taking vows of poverty, obedience and… chastity.  

The year is 1967. Canada marks the 100th anniversary of Confederation, the act by which provinces united to form a federal government. A host of celebrations are held from cost to cost, from the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific Ocean. The most outstanding event is the 1967 International and Universal Exposition, commonly known as Expo 67, held in Montréal from April 27 to October 29. François, Mathieu and Pierre are from Ottawa, the nation’s capital, and drive to Montréal, two hours away, anxious to visit the various pavilions of Expo 67, some around the theme Man and his World, others representing over one hundred states. They spend the last two weeks of August in Montréal, en route to the oblate noviciate in Richelieu, officially called Noviciat Notre-Dame-du-Rosaire.  

In spite of their age, 21, François and Pierre have never had sexual contacts with a women or a man. Their virginity seems natural as they aspire to religious life. Mathieu, on the other hand, has always been attracted to guys, and has regularly engaged in man-to-man pleasure. Living in the closet as most gay men in the 1960s, he has kissed, sucked, rimmed, fucked and been fucked in dark alleys, secluded parks, abandoned barns and pick-up trucks. His 8-inch cut meat has opened many doors, so to speak. The ass of a man, straight or gay, easily gets his attention, especially when wrapped in tight faded Wrangler jeans.

François, Mathieu and Pierre met in high school, at a boarding school run by the Oblate fathers. They continued on to get a bachelor’s degree from Ottawa University. Based on comments that Mathieu makes about men in a bar, François and Pierre have a hunch that their friend is homosexual. They put that in the back of their mind because they appreciate his good nature, his humor and his companionship. And he’s dead gorgeous! As soon as François, Mathieu and Pierre are accepted at Notre-Dame-du-Rosaire for a one-year period of prayer, meditation and courses on the history and accomplishments of the congregation, they must choose a spiritual director who will guide them in their vocational journey, and give them absolution for any sin. Mathieu chooses Father Guindon, treasurer of the noviciate, because he doesn’t seem too stuffy and because he’s rather handsome. He meets his spiritual director once a week for a religious pep talk, and once a month for confession.      

Father Guindon is a cool man who doesn’t wear his cassock when he works in his office or greets Mathieu. His pants are not tight but seem to wrap an interesting bulge. After a month of meetings, he clarifies the situation: “Mathieu, you don’t need to confess sins of impurity like masturbation. It hurts no one. I see it as a way to remove tension. And we both know that it provides pleasure.” On that note, Mathieu rubs his crotch and feels his cock getting damn hard. An immediate complicity sets in, and both lower their zipper to pull out a pulsing dick. “You have the biggest penis I have ever seen, Mathieu! Let me give you a hand and feel free to reciprocate.” Father Guindon’s rod is uncut, not very long but quite thick. They massage each other’s shaft until the sap boils up. “Please cum in my mouth, says Mathieu as he kneels down; I want to taste your holy man juice!” Father Guindon shoots a creamy load into the novice’s throat and then receives a French kiss while jerking him off to a full blast.

“You have some experience and some hidden talents. I will guide you spiritually, and you can guide me sexually. This obviously remains between us, my blessed angel.”

The Father Superior of the Noviciate explains at length the vows of poverty, obedience and chastity. An Oblate as a roof over his head and food on his table, but does not receive a penny for his work. His salary, as a pastor or a teacher for example, is given to the congregation. An Oblate never questions an order from his superior. He obeys humbly and respectfully. The vow of chastity means giving up the natural goods of marriage, physical/sexual intimacy, and children. François, Mathieu and Pierre interpret this vow of celibacy as simply not having a wife and kids. Physical/sexual intimacy is another ballgame, so to speak, especially if you like licking a guy’s crotch. Mathieu dreams of playing with François and Pierre’s balls, cock and ass.

One night, Mathieu goes to pee and on his way back he hears moans of pleasure filtering through Pierre’s door.  He discretely opens it and sees his friend jerking off a pink weiner. Startled, Pierre hides under the cover, but Mathieu reassures him: “It’s natural and when it’s done with another guy it’s pure delight. Your dick is stiff and mine is hard as rock. We finally get to play together.” Pierre is overwhelmed by the size of the cock which is agitated around his mouth. He has never sucked a dick, but it feels like the most natural thing to do. He timidly licks the rod, presses his lips to the mushroom, and engulfs the joystick inch by inch. “I don’t know what’s it like to suck a woman’s breast, but pumping your mammoth tool is heaven on earth. I have to catch up for lost time, so you are welcomed to drop by as often as you like.”

The novices have manual work to do and François is assigned to clean the toilet and shower area. He is often the last to complete his chores. Since he gets wet scrubbing the shower tiles, he wears his bathing suit which fits a bit tight. Mathieu has noticed how François’ ass is wide and probably as hairy as his stomach. He gets a hard-on just imagining the fucking fun in stock for him. He sneaks from behind, completely naked, and presses his bazooka against the watermelon butt cheeks. François lets out a fake moan, certain that it’s his gay friend who dreams of buggering him. “I was wondering when you were finally going to show up, eager to stick your huge cock in my fat ass! I want you to plow my butt. I want is so bad it hurts.” Mathieu pulls down the bathing suit and revels over a fury crack. He applies a bit of soap on his rod and pumps François with swift and brutal experience. Each thrust comes hard and deep, his balls slapping heavily against the hungry butt. When Mathieu is ready to explode, he pulls out to squirt his jizz on the rosebud and in the crevasse. Kneeling down, he licks the creamy nectar, swallows half of it and holds the rest in his mouth to French kiss François. “My idea of holy communion!”

Mathieu now has regular dates in the heart of the noviciate: jerking off Father Guindon, face-sucking Pierre, ass-fucking François. Sins of impurity do not cross the mind of the three novices because there is no question of carnal knowledge with a woman. In their opinion, pleasure between men is blessed by God. One month, instead of going to confession, Mathieu proposes docking with Father Guindon. His spiritual director has no idea what the novice is talking about, but gets pretty excited when Mathieu pulls the priest’s foreskin over his cock and rubs the long tube until both burst strings of white gold. They seal their virile fun with a wet kiss.

In the Catholic religion, Easter Sunday is the most important feast. It commemorates the resurrection of Jesus-Christ. It is the climax of Holy Week, starting with Palm Sunday onto Good Friday, the celebration of Jesus’ crucifixion. In 1968, Good Friday falls on April 12th and Mathieu wants it to be a date that will go down in the history of the Noviciat Notre-Dame-du-Rosaire. He convinces Father Guindon to meet him along with Pierre and François. What the priest doesn’t know is that he will be “crucified” by three sex-driven novices.

As soon as the bedroom door is closed, everyone gets naked and sports a hard-on. They form a tight circle and have their cocks engage into a wild fencing match. Cut or uncut, slim or fat, the four dicks leak precum, a sign that a more robust, more penetrating action is in order. Bed sheets are removed and the mattress is dragged on the floor. Father Guindon is ordered to position himself so that Pierre can suck his dick while François’ cock is shoved in his throat. Mathieu kisses his spiritual-sexual director and starts slapping his buttocks. He then goes behind to slide his rod in the crack, darting the fuck hole with his thick mushroom. Using saliva, he lubricates the knob and all 8 inches of his shaft. Amid moans of oral sex pleasure, Mathieu starts penetrating the begging fuck chute. Father Guindon encourages the trio with various cries:

“Pump that man juice, quench your thirst!”

“Shoot your jizz deep inside my throat!”

“Plow my love canal and empty your junk in my trunk!”

“Crucify me, heavenly boys!”