I was at that exciting stage of life of having graduated from high school and starting university. Architecture had always been my passion, wandering around new construction sites, curious about construction methods, marveling at the progress and envisioning the final product. Now I was going to study it.

Over the past two years our church had built an entirely new contemporary facility. It was a magnificent building with a soaring nave and a choir loft which looked down on the altar below. The sanctuary was just days from being completely open to the general public. Knowing my penchant for architecture, I was given the opportunity of a private guided tour of the immaculate building. My guide had a reputation of being highly knowledgeable and very affable, but he also had a habit of being rather touchy-feely and standing a little too close to people when talking. This became unnervingly apparent, especially when we were in the sound booth, often brushing against me as he gave details about the electronic equipment. Was I being naïve or was an underlying sexual energy gradually being generated?

When we were finishing the tour of the nave he asked if I wanted to see the perspective view from the choir loft. I said, “Sure, why not?” He unlocked the door which closed off the stairway to the loft and ushered me in first. Climbing the stairs, I didn’t give it a second thought as he locked the door behind us. High above the altar, we stood at the balustrade admiring the view, voices in hushed tones. My guide was brazenly close. I was trying to suppress any arousal I felt. At one point our eyes met and held an awkward gaze. My cock started to stir. Unexpectedly, he reached out and stroked the outline of my virgin package through my Levis. Strangely, I didn’t back away. Instead I gave a low moan. I allowed him to gently stroke and massage my growing bulge, the outline of my cock’s shaft and head becoming more perceptible. Soon he unbuttoned my jeans and had his hand down my pants caressing the inflating head and tickling the shaft to full firmness. My prick twitched and jumped with his every movement.

When I was unmistakably rigid he unzipped my fly the remainder of the way, fumbled for my swollen erection and pulled it out in the sanctified air. He released his own stiff cock and then slowly jacked the two of us off. SACRELIDGE! Two nakedly exposed cocks masturbating on hallowed ground! And I was enjoying it! The manual stimulation and heavy breathing continued until I lost all sense of time.

Suddenly, without warning, a door just below us opened and in walked the choir to chant/sing the evening vespers. I gasped! My guide quickly put the hand once stroking his cock over my mouth and whispered a stern warning to remain quiet. From his hand, I could detect the faint manly scent of crotch sweat and precum from his own self-pleasuring manipulations. When he was sure I would remain silent, he placed that hand back on his own hardon and went back to jacking himself.

It was more than a little devious to listen to a religious service being conducted below while mine and my guide’s obstinately erect genitals were exposed to the church, shamelessly masturbating and the tension of a sexual climax building. My knees started to buckle as I neared the edge. I couldn’t be going to hell as I was nearing heaven! Without a sound he lowered the two of us to the floor. Kneeling between my legs he focused all his attention on me, spitting saliva in his fist to as lube when needed. Just as I was about to cum, I grabbed his wrist to silently signal the inevitable. He bent down and engulfed my engorged rod down to the hairy root, then up to the bulbous head to encircle the swollen crown, back down again, greedily sucking away. It wasn’t long before I shot my hot, thick, white load in his mouth and down his throat. I had never felt anything so intense, but I couldn’t make a sound. Total silence. Completely surreal like Edward Munch’s, “The Scream.”

He continued to suck and swallow every drop and dribble of my pungent spunk, draining my balls, cock deflating until the holy service finished below and the choir filed out the door. When the nave was empty again, he sat back on his heels and wildly jerked his rock solid rod over me. Just as he was about to shoot his own milky load, he brought his free hand to the front of his prick’s cum slit to catch the explosion. Several thick steamy blasts shot forth. He teetered and convulsed on his knees with each spasm. With his last shudder he started to fall forward on top of me, but caught himself with the hand and arm that was once jacking his tumescent meat, the other hand filled with his pooled cum. He rolled onto his back beside me. Pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, he poured his cum inside and wiped his hand clean of his sticky man goo. We laid there together catching our breaths, wilting cocks exposed, pants down to our knees.

After regaining our senses, we stood up, tucked in, zipped up, and stealthily snuck down the stairs to the men’s restroom to clean up further. We made a few discreet comments as we washed and dried our hands, taking extra care that no one else was in a stall. We left the restroom and walked back to the lobby. It was getting late and we both needed to go. Grinning, I thanked him for the “exceptional tour” adding that I wouldn’t forget it anytime soon. He winked back. We said our “Goodnights,” then went our separate ways. From that day on, going to church had a whole new religious meaning for me! AMEN!