Taking time out to get away from the demands of the world is a much-used tool of spirituality, so it’s no surprise that young priest, Brad Fitt, and his monkish buddy, Darryl Declan, take the opportunity to find a quiet spot to muse on life, the universe and everything. Except, as soon becomes apparent, it’s matters of quiet conspiracy (not to mention carnality!) that quickly consume this horny pairing.
As such it’s not so much the quest for enlightenment that bothers either of these dirty-minded scamps as how soon they can start pleasuring each other – a task that Fitt, in particular, is all too keen to engage in. Still, given the size and quality of tackle that the fellow knows is tucked away in Declan’s robes, is it really any wonder that the lad is as enthusiastic as he is? Few would turn down the opportunity to worship on that monstrous weapon, that’s for sure; and it’s clear from the start that Fitt – all neatly trimmed for the occasion – won’t be satisfied until he’s got every inch of his red-headed mate’s dick firmly embedded in his rear.
An objective that he achieves with remarkable ease, it must be said. Not that Declan’s adverse to giving his pal’s hungry ass-hole a preliminary rimming prior to stretching it with his meaty, uncut pecker; but it’s only when Fitt’s firmly skewered on that purple-headed monster that either fellow looks even remotely content. What follows is a first-class set-piece that leaves both boys gasping for air, culminating in two of the finest cum-shots ever seen outside the Vatican! All in all, a superb, jizz-drenched fuck of the highest order!