Spiritual Retreats – Chapter 15 (second part)

With Carlos's malicious smile, we began the walk toward the church. I remembered that part of my tunic was also wet, thanks to my leader’s prank, but my thrill for exhibitionism allowed me to walk without covering myself, unlike the rest. I could even see some guys with their dry tunics covering themselves with their hands, believing they could also be seen under those fabrics by passersby. We clearly drew the attention of the few people who were there. Adolfo kept trying to scare them away. I enjoyed those looks; I felt that some guys were looking at me with a certain morbid curiosity, and I loved that. I looked back so I could admire Camilo and Ricardo, who weren’t covering anything in front because they were still rubbing their freshly whipped asses. They were a spectacle: two males practically in wet underwear, walking through the streets of a traditional town in my department. I was in paradise, hahaha! Very fitting, the name of the place where we were living for seven days: El Edén.

At last we arrived at the church atrium and found it closed. Carlos showed fury at having arrived late, but even so, he knocked on the door without managing to get anyone to open it. His desperation was noticeable, and he walked to one side of the church. I could see that he headed toward a smaller door with a sign that read “parish office.” He knocked there too and after a while it opened. Apparently it was Father Samuel. I could suspect that there was a small argument, and Carlos returned to us. A while later the main door opened. The man who received us introduced himself indeed as Father Samuel. He was still wearing a beige cassock. He appeared to be an older man, his hair a little gray, with a strong, authoritarian expression. I didn’t find him attractive, but his physique was imposing: taller than average, and you could make out a well-kept body beneath his outfit. He took the moment to shake everyone’s hand and scanned us one by one, his face changing a little into a kinder one as he said to the leader of El Edén: “I see the reason for the delay,” and with one of his fingers he made Javier’s cock swing beneath his tunic. Javier tried to dodge him, but the priest was more skillful. The scene, beyond being morbid, was funny, making more than one of us burst out laughing.

We entered the church. The door was closed again. They placed us in the first pews, close to the altar, and Father Samuel told another priest coming out of the office to give a small homily to the group, and so he did. He introduced himself as Elías, an elderly man, I guessed almost 70 years old, his hair completely white, and a considerable belly could be seen under his cassock. I sat next to Sebastián; I wanted to keep playing with him, especially because of the place we were in. Manuel and Esteban sat on the other side, and we were there for half an hour or a little more. The priest in charge seemed somewhat uneasy with us and our uniforms, but eve...