Marcel is a French-Canadian who attended a seminary for eight years. This all-boy boarding school was run by the Oblates of Mary Immaculate, a Catholic religious order very active across Canada. The curriculum of De Mazenod[1] Seminary covered the equivalent of a high school diploma and a bachelor’s degree in philosophy. Marcel graduated with honors (cum laude). Now aged 62 and in robust shape, he just received an invitation from the Ottawa University alumni association to a homecoming that will mark the 50th anniversary of his graduation. Some old classmates will no doubt want to feel his huge cut dick in their mouth or ass.
When Marcel entered De Mazenod Seminary, at 13, the words “sexual orientation and gay” were never mentioned. The priests condemned masturbation and watched closely the seminarians when they were taking a shower. The first time Marcel went to the shower area, he did not wrap a towel around his waist, as recommended by the prefect of discipline. He put it around his collar instead, and paraded fully naked to show off how big his shlong was (6 inches when flaccid). The boys also noticed that their classmate was circumcised, not very common at the time amongst French-Canadians.
At 16, Marcel knew that he was strongly attracted to guys. He invited his classmate André to spend the Christmas holidays with him, sharing the same bed. It didn’t take long for the two boys to explore each other’s body, ending up in a 69, experiencing the position before they knew it had a name. After the new year celebration dinner, Marcel had no difficulty to shove his cock hard and deep in André’s ass, triggering moans of unbelievable pleasure. Kissing, sucking and fucking went on all night. André begged his intimate buddy to keep this a secret, knowing his parents would send him to a reform school if they ever heard about “such an abomination”. André wanted to become a priest with a clean slate, so to speak. Marcel agreed on the condition that holidays were fucking fiestas. The seminary had breaks at All Saints’ Day (November 1st), Christmas, Easter and Summer.
Each seminarian has a spiritual director-confessor. When Marcel’s director is transferred to another seminary, the prefect of discipline calls him into his office and offers to fill this role. Father Bergeon knows that the 17-year-old student has a huge cock and he wants to take advantage of it. “Marcel, I saw you naked in the shower and I want to suck you, make you cum. I want to feel you explode in my ass.” The teenager does not ask better to serve his superior. He drops his pants to show a huge jockstrap bulge. Father Bergeron buries his face in the awesome offering, pulls out the rod to kiss, lick and suck it as if his life depended on it. He then bends down to get fucked bareback. Marcel uses spit to lubricate his engine but the tight hole of the priest and the large girth of the seminarian’s dick trigger cries of acute pain at first, gradually switching to moans of intense virile pleasure. They meet on a weekly basis, Father Bergeron blessing the almighty cock and encouraging carnal knowledge.
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A homecoming implies a return or reunion, as it often serves as an opportunity for alumni to come back to their alma mater and reconnect. Marcel’s alumni meeting is an opportunity to meet celebrities. He is now federal Minister of Immigration and Official Languages, while André is Archbishop of Ottawa. Among the former graduates, there is a Supreme Court judge, the chief executive officers of Bombardier and Via Rail, the ambassador to Haiti, the president of the University of Ottawa, a writer who won the prestigious Prix Goncourt[2] and a filmmaker who received an Oscar award.
Marcel is invited for dinner at the archdiocese. After a delicious meal composed of vichyssoise, filet mignon, baked potatoes, steamed broccoli, Châteauneuf du Pape, camembert, grapes and crème brûlée, André suggests that they should meet in private in the archbishop’s suite. The walls are covered with bookcases and the curtains are velvet; under a Riopelle painting, there is a leather sofa and the desk is massively impressive. André goes to the bar, pours a glass of Cointreau, and gets straight to the point: “No one has ever fucked me as hard and deep as you, Marcel. Tonight, I want to be your slave!”
The archbishop is slim and his graying hair gives him a distinguished look. Marcel kisses him vigorously, biting the lips, stuffing his tongue into an hungry mouth. He removes all the clothes, squeezes the archepiscopal balls, which immediately triggers a hard-on. He orders him to get on his knees to pray the prey, to worship the only God he needs to reach extasy. “Almighty Cock, my God, make me part of you!” Marcel slaps his rod on André’s nipples, on his face, then shoves it deep in the archbishop’s mouth.
Doing so, he sees a crucifix, grabs it and rubs the holy cross in André’s ass crack, triggering this response: “Wow, Jesus Christ has resurrected to pound the most divine hole he has created. Marcel, let my Savior penetrate me!” No sooner said than done. “Holy fuck, this is divine!” But the crucifix is obviously not long and thick enough to fully satisfy André. Only Marcel’s cock can make him ascend to heaven, like Christ, and provide him with the sanctification that his ass deserves. Without warning, without lube, without a condom, the minister of the government pounds the minister of the church, each thrust accompanied by a French-Canadian swear word: calice, tabernacle, ciboire, viarge (chalice, tabernacle, ciborium, virgin).
The next day, the alumni association has planned a visit of the newly erected sports pavilion, including an Olympic size swimming pool. During the visit, Marcel has to pee and goes to the men’s washroom, followed by the CEO of Bombardier. While taking a leak, he feels a hand grabbing his balls from behind. As he turns around, the CEO opens his mouth to taste the amber liquid. Marcel gives him a good drink and then pushes the hardened cock deep into his throat. The CEO of Via Rail has just sneaked in and applauds. He pulls down his pants and offers a hairy ass that Marcel fucks with pleasure. “You guys sure know how to do business; no wonder you are prominent chief executive officers.”
Thanks to classmates who are fuck buddies, Marcel will never forget the 50th anniversary alumni gathering.
[1] Eugène de Mazenod (1782-1861), was a French aristocrat and Catholic bishop of Marseille. In 1861, he founded the congregation of the Missionary Oblates of Mary Immaculate. A quote from Luke 4, 18 is the motto of the Oblates: “Evangelizare pauperibus misit me… pauperes evangelizantur” (He sent me to evangelize the poor – The poor are evangelized).
[2] The Prix Goncourt is the most prestigious award in French-language literature. It is given to the author of “the best and most imaginative prose work of the year”. The other major literary prizes include the Grand Prix du roman de l’Académie française, the Prix Femina, the Prix Renaudot and the Prix Médicis.
