It seemed ironic that a man performing some ritual in the quest for immortality should die in the middle of it. Then again, maybe he died at the end o... it. Was completing it his destined task? All those books he could have finished. Perhaps so long as he hadn’t completed the ritual eternity might have been his. I mused on the fruitlessness of trying to cheat fate and fate was against me in my task to complete my book. With a wry smile I shrugged and got up and start to leave. As I did I heard a. The only thing that showed I wasn’t a girl was the thick eight inches of flaccid cock that hung between my legs.I also realized that if not for the fact that everyone knew I could and would fight I might have spent my entire in school being teased and bullied about it. But after a few guys tried to pick on me because they thought I looked like a girl, and I sent them home bloody, that quickly stopped.But just because I didn’t let other people mess with me about my girlish appearance, didn’t. I just smiled and waved. I decided to go investigate myself and I entered the consecrated building. The place was deserted with the exception of a wrinkled, elderly Latina woman lighting candles at the altar and I highly doubted that she was who had that woman so flushed and aroused. I sat down and observed for a few minutes. I was just about ready to go, bored out of my mind, when at about a few minutes to 4:00, a priest came out of a side rectory door and went straight to the confessional. He squeezed some more lube onto his dick, rubbed it around and then pushed back in. He slowly worked his rigid tool in and out of me several times, each return entry smoother and easier than the last. Soon I realized I was stretched to fit his girth and he was able to shove his thick cock in with ease. I was ready for an ass pounding. I stroked my cock with my right hand and told him, "Fuck me, fuck me hard and deep!" He began thrusting his cock as deep as it would go and pulled back to just.