HB-502 The Preachers Lust
The Preacher’s Lust
Hardboy Series
HB-502
$2.25
The Preacher’s Lust
Hardboy Series
HB-502
$2.25
Foreword
In the back of the choir loft, Preacher Simmons was listening to the newly-formed boys’ choir, singing a chorus of Handers “Messiah.”
He was standing behind one of the wooden benches which ran in four rows from the front to the back. The high ornately carved back of the bench, hid his lower extremities from the waist down, from the boys who were singing so enchantingly.
And it was a good thing, since Preacher Simmons’s fly was open, and his burgeoning manhood was plainly visible in his hand. As the clear high voices of the young boys rose in exaltation with the soaring music, Preacher Simmons’s exaltation rose, also.
But his ecstasy was of a different nature than the boys’ passion as they sang the stirring notes of the chorus.
Preacher Simmons, whose hand was moving backward and forward over his massive nine-inch member in a rhythm whose speed became faster and faster was staring at the rounded buttocks, the sturdy thighs of his well-chosen choristers.
Preacher Simmons was masturbating. His great cock had swelled with the lust he had for each and every boy, whom he intended to use for his own purpose.
The piss slit at the tip of his massive mushroom-shaped cock gleamed with his pre-come.
The pulsing of his blood-engorged prick pounded like a tom-tom in his brain, as his hand moved back and forth, lovingly and passionately, over his huge pecker.
Each jerk of his hand caused his cock to swell to demanding proportions. The heat in his charged cock rose to a feverish pitch, as he looked at the backsides and the beautiful proportions of the handsome young boys who were serenading him.
As the chorus swelled again, Preacher Simmons threw his head back. His face flushed with the peak of his passion. A great sweat caused his face to gleam. His body trembled with the volcanic passionate fury which was coursing through his well-built body.
Preacher Simmons was coming. His come shot in long, milky-white, viscid arcs onto the back of the mahogany benches, and dribbled in thick, gluey streams down the polished wood, pooling on the oaken floor in a steaming pool, as he shot wad after wad of his liquid lust into the air.
With a great, hot eruption, the last of his steaming gism issued forth from his massive, fleshy sword, and a wave of relief and pleasure passed through him.
He smiled benignly.
The young boy directing the boys’ choir looked at him and smiled.
Preacher Simmons returned the smile, and nodded.
He tucked his massive member into his crotch, and zipped it up. It throbbed demandingly against his thigh, still semi-erect.
But Preacher Simmons was saving his next load. He licked his lips as he gazed at the boy who was now directing the choir to turn to another page in their choir books.
His cock lurched to new throbbing life, as he gazed at the boy’s full, sensual mouth, the object of his insatiable lust.
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