Page 12 of Thots and Prayers

I was trying to focus on Constantine’s sermon, but Eisley’s hand slowly trailing closer and closer to my groin was distracting. I sat up straighter and looked around. Not a single person was giving us any attention. They were enraptured in Constantine.

And Constantine was focused on Eisley and I. His eyes were hard as he spat his words about sinners and destruction.

“Sodom is often used in a derogatory sense for acts of homosexuality. But the sins in that city were not those of a sexual nature, but those of the heart. Sex isn’t bad, sex can be beautiful, when done with the right people, with the lord in mind each time.”

Eisley grew bold and reached down between my thighs and cupped my cock. I had already been growing hard from the teasing, but the moment she grabbed me full-on, my dick sprung to life, hardening instantly.

“The sins of the Sodomites were not sexual in nature. No, their list of transgressions were indulgence, arrogance, and no compassion for the needy. They sat in their towers and looked down upon the poor and laughed. How many of you have done the same?”

A few heads bowed or began to turn back toward Eisley and I. Constantine snapped at them, causing their heads to jerk back to the podium where he stood.

“The Lord told Lot not to look back at the sinners and I ask you tonight to do the same. Look forward and inward and pray. Let us pray together and turn away from the Sons of Sodom.”

What the fuck was he blabbing on about? I raised my eyebrow and shot him the silent question. He grinned and told his congregation to bow their heads.

“The sinners are behind you; we mustn’t look upon them as they sin.”

I didn’t think even he knew what he was saying. He was just tossing big words out there, knowing they’d eat it up. I began to follow the members of the church in bowing my head when Eisley’s hand moved to my belt buckle, carefully, and quietly undoing it. My heart pounded in my ears as I tried to stealthily lean back and let her unzip my pants and pull my cock out.

I was completely out and exposed, my dick as stiff as most of the congregation in this room. My mouth dropped open and I blinked rapidly as heat rushed through me. If someone stood up and walked down the aisle, or popped up from somewhere on the second floor, where the organ was, they’d see Eisley jerking me off.

I tried to steady my breathing as she milked my cock slowly, going from base to tip, teasing me. She loved this. I liked it, knowing that at any time we could get caught. I made eye contact with Constantine and my cheeks flamed. He knew what was going on. He was the only one looking in our direction.

“Sodom’s demise was the result of moral failings, and the story written down for us in the Bible is a cautionary tale, a warning. If we look back, simply because we do not understand the sin, then Ricefield will collapse, much like Lot’s wife. Look forward, and tell me how we can do better.”

I couldn’t wait to get back to our room so I could call him out for this shit of a sermon. It made zero sense and yet they were still shouting “Amen!” and standing up to answer him.

“We had an encampment of homeless living in the woods. We made them leave. We could have helped them instead,” a man said.

Constantine nodded but looked at me. “Keep going.”

Eisley picked up speed, stroking me faster, squeezing me tighter. I chewed on my lower lip, savoring the feelings of pleasure mixed with the excitement and fear of getting caught. What would happen if an old bitty turned just as cum exploded from my cock? The image in my head of it spraying Eisley’s face in the pews made me groan.

“Lot and his wife escaped Sodom, just like you all can change your ways. You must forget your arrogance, abandon your desire to hate, and love thy neighbor!”

I threw my head back and closed my eyes. I couldn’t watch Constantine spout gibberish to this excited crowd. I needed to come. I reached over and grabbed Eisley’s hair, fisting it tightly as my cock erupted. Right then, the churchgoers stood and the organ began playing. The singing covered my groans as I thrust my hips against Eisley’s hand. Cum hit the pew in front of us, dripping down onto a Bible. I sighed as the pleasure of a public orgasm overwhelmed me. I’d just finished coming, and I still wanted to take Eisley and fuck her from behind right now.

Constantine cleared his throat, bringing me back to earth, and everyone around us sat back down, and we finally joined them in worship.

“Amen.”

RULE 7- EISLEY

TRY TO DE-ESCALATE IF YOU CAN.

“Okay, but like... keep the uniform on.” I bit my lower lip and eyed Constantine hungrily from the bed. We’d just returned from the church, finally retiring for the evening. After mass, the townspeople wanted to thank him individually for helping them and spreading the word of god. Whatever that word was, was beyond me, but they seemed happy.

“Yeah?” Constantine laughed as he unbuttoned the black shirt. “I would but I don’t know how whoever does laundry for the church would take my clothes having cum stains all over them.”

“I’ll hand-wash your uniform if that means you’ll fuck me in them.” I climbed off the bed and went to him, my hands reaching for both sides of his black shirt.

“What about you?” Constantine looked over my head at Kansas. “You want to be fucked by a Catholic Priest?”

“I think I might be a little too old for that.” He snickered. “Personally, you in uniform gives me the creeps.”

Constantine frowned and gently brushed me away to stride over to him. Kansas was lying on the bed, his back against the headboard. Constantine crawled over him, pushing his legs apart.

“What about me gives you the creeps, Kansas?” Constantine brushed his lips against Kansas’s ear and then bit it. “Let’s pray about it.” His hand went to his groin, and Kansas shoved him away, causing him to fall off the bed in a fit of laughter.

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