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When Lenny came to, he was standing on a pedestal, one of many pedestals running down a long hallway. The pedestal next to him was empty, but across from him stood the previous pope, dressed in the same garments he wore in his papal portrait. The rest of the popes stood on their own pedestals. Despite the presence of red velvet ropes and small information signs next to each of them, these weren’t statues but living men, each of them staring straight ahead. Down the hallway came the sound of quiet thumping and rustling. One by one, each pope stepped down off their pedestal. The quiet sound of footsteps was followed by a murmur of voices in different languages as each previous pope greeted one another. Lenny watched as Peter I and Paul VI approached the last pope with arms outstretched, kissing each other warmly on the cheek and lips. Peter I turned to face Lenny, but he did not approach the velvet rope and Lenny did not step down to greet him. Instead, Peter I turned and walked back down the hall, his arm wrapped around the last pope.
The echoing wave of greetings subsided and was replaced by a wave of moans.
Lenny watched in horror as the popes began to kiss one another more passionately. Cloaks were pushed aside so they could rest their hands on each other’s chest. To his right, Pius XII kneeled and kissed Alexander VI’s stole. The Borgia’s thick fingers caressed Pius’s face. Urban VIII approached Pius XII from behind and wrapped his arms around the pope’s skinny waist. In turn, Pius leaned back and kissed him as Alexander stroked the front of Pius’s cassock. Other popes were shedding their papal garments and touching themselves and one another. Farther down the hall, a naked pope Lenny could not identify fell on top of a discarded chasuble and cried out as another pope lay on top of him. Others were lying down and rubbing their cocks against one another, or sucking each other off, or any number of despicable acts. Lenny knew he could leave this place – the hall continued on to his left, full of empty pedestals and blank information cards – but Lenny felt as if he didn’t want to move. He looked down at the way Pius XII was pushed down onto all fours. The men around him hadn’t undressed him, nor had they removed their garments. John XXII held Pius down and pulled back his head until it was at the perfect position to take Urban VIII’s cock. His technique was impeccable. A sticky strand of drool ran down Pius’s chin and waved back and forth as he bobbed his head, guided by John. Alexander VI lifted up Pius’s cassock. His hands massaged his ass. At one point, he pressed them together so he could rub his erection between Pius’s cheeks. Pius moaned softly, then louder as Alexander opened his cassock and pressed his cock into Pius’s asshole. Urban came inside his mouth, a load so large Pius choked and gagged up the cum onto the floor. Alexander flipped him onto his back, smearing cum along the marble floor and Pius’s white cassock. Pius XII locked eyes with Lenny.
Lenny couldn’t help himself. There had been a tent in his cassock as he watched his namesake and now that Pius XII could see him, he felt compelled to join. He unbuttoned enough of his cassock to pull out his dick. He had not touched himself in ages, perhaps never. He couldn’t remember a time it felt this good. Pius XII’s body shook with each thrust. He even smiled when John XXII kneeled down and placed his cock in Pius’s mouth, covering it in drool and cum. A small dark stain began to spread from the crotch of Pius XII’s cassock. Lenny panted as he watched. His body felt unbearably hot and he bent over slightly, as if the effort to release the energy building in him was physically exhausting him. He’d never felt so desperate to cum. Alexander pulled out as he came and his cumshot hit Pius on the cross on his chest. Soon, John finished masturbating as well and came on Pius’s face. Lenny’s own load landed in Pius XII’s eye. Pius XII never stopped smiling at Lenny