You may know that I have a thing for religious boys, especially clergy. I love the juxtaposition of the spiritual and the physical, the penises hidden beneath their gaudy robes, the erotic desire that surely presents itself soon after they celebrate the mystery of death and resurrection at that gaudy altar.
My dating and hooking-up record among Men of the Cloth is limited. Lots of religious guys, and some lapsed clergy and seminarians, but no currently active Catholic priests, evangelical preachers, Buddhist monks, Jewish rabbis, or Muslim imams.
But I did get a Catholic priest sausage sighting. Big time.
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