The Virgin of Mandunga

It was still dark when we boarded the bus for Mandunga, a bus full with pious men and women, each going to ask the Virgin to grant them their most intimate wishes. Don’t get me wrong; I am neither pious nor a believer, but all other ways of finding a handsome lover had failed miserably. Finding a one-night stand was no problem, but I was longing for a stable loving relationship. May be, just may be the Virgin might do the trick!

The bus pulled out of the station and I dosed away, catching up for a short night. When I woke up and looked around, I saw this most gorgeous man, sitting at the other side of the isle. He had a face of an angel posed on top of an athletic body. I smiled at him and he smiled back. I stood up and left for the bathroom. When I came out, he was standing there, right in front of me. He smiled again and when I passed by him he let me so little space that our bodies touched. At that same moment, the driver slammed on the brakes, certainly to avoid a speed bump, and I fell into his arms. He kept me longer than really was needed. We both laughed and I felt my face reddening and I was getting a hardon. “Thanks”, I muttered. “You’re welcome” he smiled. “By the way, my name is Rafael”.

When we arrived in Mandunga, all passengers stood up at the same time. Rafael stood behind me. I felt his hands caressing my ass. I wiggled showing him that I loved what he was doing. We walked to the church, ignoring all the souvenir merchants. I told Rafael that I was going to confession first. “Mom told me that the Virgin listens more attentively if you go to confession first”. To reassure my self, I added ”she must know, because she goes every year”. “If you are going to confession. I’ll go as well”, Rafael said.

I entered the confessional, kneeled and closed the curtain behind me. I was nervous: I hadn’t been to confession for many, many years. When the priest opened the window I was sweating. “What’s on your heart, my son?” His voice was pleasant and reassuring. “Padre, I haven’t confessed for many years, and I don’t know where to begin. I’ve sinned daily”. I felt tears welling up. “Come closer my son, we are all sinners. Tell me, did you touch yourself lately?” I answered honestly that I masturbated daily. He sighed and asked me to come even closer. “Life is difficult” he sighed “I know it… Pray 20 paternosters and don’t sin again. And if you need any counseling, come to the rectory at 8 tonight. Go in peace, my son”. He closed the window. The padre prayed: “dear God, lead us not into temptation, lead me not into temptation”. He adjusted his cassock under which his dick had started swelling, and opened the other window. When he saw Rafael, he prayed another time: “Oh God, why do you lead me into temptation?”

We kneeled in front of the Virgin. Our shoulders touched and I felt my dick swelling again. It was hard to concentrate on praying feeling the radiance of Rafael beside me. We stood up and walked silently out of the church. Rafael turned me around, looked deep in my eyes and asked me what I had prayed for. “A beautiful, faithful lover, who will stay with me forever” I answered. “The Virgin has answered your prayers. Here I am, I’ll love you from now on till death us parts”. I choked and whispered: “I’ll love you too for ever and ever”.

Instead of returning home, we took the bus to Las Palmas on the Pacific Coast. From there I called home, telling mamma that that I had been lost in prayer and had missed the bus home. “And what did you pray for, my son” she asked. “That you may stop smoking” I answered, and she hang up furiously.

We strolled down the beach till there was no one in sight, and sat down to watch the sunset. Rafael kissed me tenderly and started to stroke my whole body. He slowly pulled my T-shirt over my head and started to nibble my tits. He put my whole body on fire. I felt his hand going under my shorts. I pushed him away. Rafael laughed “Don’t be silly, there is no one around and it is pitch black!” With a keep kiss he pushed me into the sand and pulled my shorts off. Soon both of us were naked. I loved the touch of his skin, the salty taste of his sweat. He squirmed under me when I kissed him deeply and let my saliva flow into his mouth. I kissed the inside of his ears, which were terribly sensitive, then his neck, probably leaving little suck marks. I kept him under control with my legs, moving my mouth down to circle his tits, already fully erect. I bit one while pinching the other one with my nails and he groaned from pleasure. I moved my mouth further south, closer to his dick. He begged me to suck him. His dick was already hard as steel and soon I tasted the pre-cum. He must have felt that he was close to coming as he pulled his dick out. He started to kiss my whole body and soon I felt him kissing my anus, darting his tongue inside me. He entered a wet finger into my asshole, and now it was my turn to squirm. I knew that he was going to take me, and though I longed for his dick to enter me, I asked him to reserve the ultimate pleasure for later. I took his dick into my mouth and he did too and we sucked each other till both of us came. We kissed deeply and mixing our sperms. We ran into the ocean, and kissed even more deeply.

On the way to our hotel we stopped at a pharmacy and bought a few condoms and some KY. I could hardly wait to be in the hotel. I loved Rafael and wanted to feel him inside me. He gently greased the inside of my asshole and when I felt this fingers moving inside me I moaned. He entered me and rode me as no one had ever done so before. The pleasure was driving me insane. When he came, I felt his sperm squirting inside me, engulfing me completely. The Virgin had truly worked a miracle!

When I woke up the next morning, Rafael was gone. My first thought was that he might have gone out for a walk on the beach or was buying me croissants, to surprise me, but when he was still not there by 1 pm, I checked out and knew that he had left me. In a daze I walked along the beach, looking at everyone, in the hope to find him back. I felt used, I was enraged! By four I took the bus to Mandunga: this time I was going to complain to the Virgin.

It was late when I arrived in Mandunga and the church was closed. I saw light in the rectory and remembered that the padre had invited me to come for counseling. I rang the doorbell and padre Diego opened the door: “Welcome my son, I am glad that you came back”. He invited me inside and led me to this apartment, Spartan but pleasant. There was a desk with two chairs and a bed. “Take a shower and relax, my son, you look quite sad”. I did as he suggested and after I had showered, I put on a thin cotton bathrobe, the same the padre was wearing. “Now let me help you to relax, my son. You know, I was trained as a psychoanalyst before the bishop banned me to this God-forsaken hole of superstition. Now please lay down on the bed, and relax”. His voice was reassuring and I started to feel already more relaxed. He lit a candle, turned off the lights, took a chair and sat behind me. Now totally relax my son. You may want to untie your robe to feel totally free”. I did as he suggested. “Now tell me, what did you ask the Virgin”. His voice was so reassuring that I told him the truth, that I asked for a man who would love me forever and ever. “Have faith my son, I know that your desire will be granted. I see him already entering the room. Do you see him too? He is bending over you … “ Father Diego’s words were trailing away. He wetted the tips of his fingers and touched my lips. It was as if he were kissing me tenderly. I slightly opened my mouth and his fingers softly entered, as if it were his tongue. I felt his hands going down, as they played with my nipples. I moaned from pleasure. I took his hand and guided it towards my dick. He circled my dick without touching it, and it drove me mad. He was now standing next to me and his bathrobe too was open. I saw his fully erect dick in the flickering candlelight and it seemed enormous to me. I caressed the insight of his thighs, softly touching his dick. I pulled up my legs, hoping that that dick would soon be inside me.

“Oh God, why do you lead me into temptation?” Father Diego prayed. He had carefully avoided kissing this beautiful man and he hadn’t touched his dick, but the sight of the crack of his anus broke his resolve. He opened the desk drawer, pulled out a condom and handed it to me. I kissed his whole body, so beautiful, but always hidden behind his cassock, but now mine. I kissed his dick and sucked it, teasing each little crack till Father Diego moaned and pulled it out of my mouth. I rolled the condom over his dick and opened my legs. It must not have been the first time that Father Diego had sex with men as he entered me expertly. His dick entered me deeper than any other dick and touched parts of my inner sanctum not touched before. I fully gave myself to this man. He rode me gently at first, faster and deeper with each thrust. Suddenly he stopped, panting and I felt his dick throbbing violently. With a sudden burst he came. His whole body shook violently. He shook uncontrollably for several minutes, heaving deeply. He bent over me, bit my nipples while riding me gently. He wetted my dick with his saliva, and rubbed his abdomen lightly over it. It charged my dick electrically and he kept me at the point of coming for a long time. The tension was unbearable but when I came I discharged as never before. We both bathed in sweat, and kissed each other passionately.

From that time on, I went each weekend to Mandunga, to my mother’s delight. When God called Diego’s cook home, I took her pace and moved into the servant quarters of the rectory. The Virgin of Mandunga had indeed worked a miracle. My mother had stopped smoking!