From house to house and from cock to cock

Juan had spent his whole life in that religion. He remembered nothing but strictly following the guidelines of that religious group in every aspect of his life. He was gay; he had always known it. Blond, blue-eyed, with a perfect smile and prescription glasses that gave him a very interesting innocent look. He had a good body, since he liked running and swimming. He masturbated thinking about coworkers, package delivery men, or policemen. Touching himself was forbidden, but no one could call him out; he did it in the strictest privacy. At 25, his life was directed by the higher-ups of the organization. His parents, his family, and his friends were part of that religion that had clipped his wings so much.

He was engaged to a beautiful girl. The daughter of one of the big shots in the organization. He did not desire her, although he considered her beautiful and had to try by every means to feel attracted to her. The wedding was planned for spring, since it was not good for fiancés to take too long to marry. He could give in to temptation and have relations outside marriage, a mortal sin.

That day, Juan went out to teach the word from house to house, something he habitually did without fail. He did it accompanied, always by a male member of the organization. In this case, it was Brother Pedro’s turn. He wasn’t very happy about going out with him, because he had liked him his whole life. He felt a lot of attraction toward him and his enormous package. At religious meetings, he would usually sit nearby to admire his huge package. He had always thought he must have an enormous cock, because it was impossible to hide it. Sometimes he would place a book over it, but when he forgot, Juan could enjoy admiring the view. At 45, Pedro was an attractive man. Black hair and a well-groomed beard, a masculine face, funny but very abducted by all the doctrines of that religion. Married, though childless. Not very tall, but with a perfect and very hairy body, from what could be seen when he unbuttoned his shirt or rolled up his sleeves. He liked encouraging Juan to teach the word with more devotion and to increase his preaching hours. He always had religious publications from the organization to examine and discuss with Juan.

“Do you realize, Juan? The organization says it very clearly in this brochure. We must continue spreading the word,” he told him as they walked toward an apartment block.

“Yes, this brochure is very interesting,” he answered almost without thinking.

It was very hot that day. They wore black trousers and white shirts. Both carried a briefcase with all kinds of information to recruit new followers. They reached the building, which was not in its best shape, and rang the bell for the first ground-floor apartment.

“Afterward, we’ll go cool off at the bar. It’ll do us good to have something really cold,” Pedro said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Juan looked at his package, tight in those t...