Noah had recently lost his wife to a black man. It had been a lot to handle. In a fit of rage he had almost lost his job. His boss was kind enough to forgive him but told him he desperately needed to seek help in anger management or some sort of higher power. Noah was been heartbroken. That was a long 6 years for it to end so abruptly.
The thought of his wife's betrayal was a constant ache in his heart, but the memory of her moans and the sight of her pleasure were an undeniable arousal. He shook the thought as he stopped before the grand staircase of the newly built cathedral. He decided to take his boss's advice. He wasn't a God fearing man and had rarely attended church but if he ever needed it, it was now.
The grand stone cathedral stood majestically, its towering spires reaching toward the heavens. Intricate carvings of dark-skinned saints and angels adorn the newly constructed limestone façade, each detail telling a silent story of faith and devotion. Stained-glass rose windows shimmer with radiant hues, casting ethereal light onto the cobbled plaza below. Noah watched as a white man and women spoke softly to themselves as they entered the large painted wooden doors. As the sun set, a golden light bathed the cathedral, enhancing its timeless beauty and divine presence.
The church had only finished construction about a year ago. Taking a deep sigh Noah walked the stairs to the wooden doors. A small sign read, 'Holy St. Trevon Cathedral: 24 Hour service to those interested in the BNWO". Noah paused for a moment. He had seen the acronym BNWO before but couldn't recall its meaning. He couldn't hear the words of someone inside and decided to take a deep breath and continue inward.
As he entered the cathedral interior he was awestruck and yet taken aback. While he had not attended many churches in his life this wasn't exactly what he had expected. The sanctuary of the newly built cathedral exuded a serene and sacred ambiance. High, vaulted ceilings stretch gracefully, adorned with subtle yet elegant frescoes.
Much to Noah's surprise all the nude angels with outstretched wings were black men. His eyes stopped on the painted figures exceptionally large genitalia. He couldn't help but be taken back to the night he found the two men fucking his wife. They had near 24 inches of cock between them. Noah shook his head.
Natural light poured through towering stained-glass windows, casting vibrant colors upon the polished marble floors. The most striking of all the hues were the shades of golden brown to deep chocolate making up large black phalluses in each of the large windows. Noah was aware black churches existed but didn't realize this cathedral was one of them not that they had such a specific image. For the briefest moment he tried to turn back to the doors, but a small group of black men entered and made their way left cutting him off.
That was when the voice from the front altar continued. Noah looked ahead to see a black priest clothed in a sheer white chasuble over a similarly colored alb, speaking to a peppering of attendees throughout the room. It was an off hour on a weekday so he hadn't expected the church to be filled. A grand altar, crafted from pristine stone, stood as the focal point behind him, flanked by intricately carved wooden pews and golden candlesticks.
Suspended behind the priest was the largest cock and balls Noah had ever seen. The sculpture stood at least 30 feet tall taking up almost the entirety of the vertical space. The penis stood erect pointing to the heavens; its thick foreskin drawn back to reveal a large bulbous head. Veins ran down the length to the two large balls that rested at the base of the altar. Noah has never seen something so beautiful. Moving closer he stopped just at the back of the pews before continuing.
Despite the statue being bathed in gold, Noah could some how tell the large penis belonged to a black man. Possibly even more so to his surprise a small line of men and women stood to the left of the large statue. As the line moved forward, one person at time, the next attendee kneeled before the massive statue and kissed the base of the bulging testicles before moving away from the alter to the right. Noah noticed all those standing in the line were white. A second black leader of the church stood to the right of the altar spreading water across the forehead of each of the devotees and they made their way back to their seats.
The air was filled with the faint scent of musk, enhancing the atmosphere of devotion. Devotion to what, Noah wondered through he already knew the answer.
"You, there," the minister called out, pointing at Noah. "What's your name, brother?" the modern acoustics helped to envelope the space in a celestial harmony that uplifted the soul, giving the deep voice of the black priest clean and crips tone. Noah embarrassingly waved his hand at his waste trying to signal to the man he preferred to be quit in the back. Quickly he shifted to the front of the closet pew to take a seat but the eyes of the priest remained on him. For some reason he felt like he couldn't sit down.
Noah could feel his cock twitching in his pants, a response he couldn't control. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide his arousal as the eyes of the congregation fell on him. It was obvious the priest wasn't going to move on.
Noah tried to speak but his voice was horse. He coughed slightly before answering, "Noah."
The minister smiled. "Noah, don't be a stranger. come closer." He gestured to the front. "I can tell you are new here and that's alright. We love to have visitors! Let us worship together." The parishioners began to clap. A welcoming heat seemed to fill the room helping Noah to feel calmer. As the priest continued to gesture towards closer pews Noah took the risk and continued. His heart pounding in his chest.
As he neared the priest, Noah realized the white garb the black man wasn't just white it was almost sheer! Underneath the pale white fabric Noah could make out every detail of the man's form from his firm sounders down to his thick ankles. The man's abs seemed nearly impossible going beyond a sixpack to an eight or ten. And there as obvious as the priest's illuminating smile was the full glory of his ten-inch cock soft swinging between him plump thighs. Noah gulped and tried not to stare. The long member had grabbed his attention more than he had realized and distracted him as the priest bad begun moving to him. The dark figure reached out, his hand cupping Noah's face, bringing him back to reality.
"Tell me, Noah," the minister continued, his voice husky. "What brings you to our church? What drew you hear?"
Noah swallowed hard, his eyes flicking to the minister's massive cock. "I... I lost my wife. And I have been having a hard time dealing with my emotions regarding it. I just thought... I don't know."
"That a church could help you find peace." The priest finished, "And that is why we are here!" The parishioners called out and cheered. Noah couldn't help but feel the sudden support of strangers he never knew, "Tell me, Noah, why did your wife leave you."
Noah was taken aback by the question. Why would he assume she had left him? He only mentioned he had lost her. "I didn't say she left."
