Sweat. So much sweat. It trickled from Ethan's brow, across the creases of his face, twisted by intense consternation, and onto Ruben's bare, brown back. Then it made it's way down his spine and into the sucking vacuum create but Ethan's cock thrusting in and out of Ruben's tight Sri Lankan ass. Ruben grit his teeth as his cheeks were spread wide apart by Ethan's massive, throbbing cock. Both moaned wildly, then a third voice cried out, "Jesus forgive me!" but his words were muffled by Ethan's ass, which Sterling, wearing nothing but a crucifix and cowboy boots, was face deep in. This veritable centipede of orgiastic revelry was support platform of two heavy, sweating black bodies pulsating up and down as Josh thrust his massive cock and both enormous, manly hands into Chase's asshole. As the thrusting, chewing, sucking, and sweating grew into a fervor, the architecture of flesh and bodies could not maintain its pushing, pulling, and toggling while still staying balanced. But they push on, both literally and figuratively, all pushing and pushing until finally they're muscles stretched and their faces contorted with pleasure as they all they fell to the floor, spraying cum, sweat, and other bodily fluids all over the walls of the small cramped room. But the force of their orgasmic explosion pushed Ruben headfirst out of the door, revealing that the room was the cramped confession box of a Catholic Church. They all looked up and saw ab oddly familiar looking priest standing above them. The holy man took out his penis and laid it on Sterling's face. "Who are you?" Asked Sterling, in awe of the massive dick. The priest looked down, "I am a traveler from a another time, a future time. Sterling, I am you..." TO BE CONTINUED