They look very much like Mormon missionaries, handsome young men in suits or just white shirts and ties with black and white name badges. They go around in couples knocking on doors, but they carry not the Book of Mormon but the Book of Semen.

They are basically doing charity work by providing a sexual outlet and sexual excitement for gay pensioners and the disabled, or indeed for any gay man who isn't 'getting it' regularly and can't afford to pay out for escorts.

Known as Hormen, they don't knock randomly on doors but basically operate just like escorts who advertise and charge for their services, except the Hormen don't charge. They do the job as a public service to the gay community.

They are more a charity offering a public service than a church, though they do have Temples of Hormen where anyone can go and give thanks for the sex that they get, and the services of course involve sexual rituals and usually turn into gay orgies. They believe sex is a blessing and should be shared; monogamy is considered selfish and immature. In their services they thank the Great Spirit for making sex available to everyone for enjoyment, not just for procreation. Therefore also for those of a gay nature in the human and animal kingdom.

That is not to say all the sex is focused on promiscuity. They conduct civil partnership ceremonies where gay men commit to life-long relationships and to looking after each other in sickness and in health. However they are not required to be monogamous, and are encouraged to share their sexual adventures with others, especially the lonely. Indeed the Church conducts civil partnership ceremonies linking three or more partners in a loving and sexual relationship, and considers this a more mature and spiritually developed kind of partnership — less possessive and less selfish.

The original Mormon church believed in polygamy, and the Hormen Church continues this tradition and also encourages open relationships.

The missionaries are chosen for their clean-cut good-looks. All young men are encouraged to do at least five years' missionary work, and indeed they are real missionaries as they don't just provide free sexual services to the gay community, but try to win converts to their Church in the process.

Clean cut young men

Two Hormen called at my door last week. They wore short-sleeved white shirts and red ties, and black trousers. On their shirts were name tags reading: 'ELDER, Church of Latter Gay Sex Saints' followed by their names. The missionaries who called on me were Jay Richardson and Gary Mason. They were both reddish-blond, and very handsome. Jay had shortish hair, and Gary had an even shorter close-shaved look.

"Good afternoon, sir," said Jay, "We understand you emailed our Church last week and inquired about our sexual services. May we come in and tell you more about them?"

"Why yes, of course," I said, my heart beating faster. They smelt gorgeous. Obviously their Church made sure they were not only handsome, smart and well-groomed, but that they wore expensive fragrances to make any sexual encounter with them even more pleasant and exciting in order to seduce gay men into joining their church.

They came in and I offered them a drink. While Mormons don't drink tea, coffee or alcohol, the Hormen do, though they stipulated that our three coffees should be black, including mine.

I found this a strange request — they may prefer black coffee, but why should mine be black as well? I would soon find out.

"We offer love and also just pure sex to all gay men, but particularly the older gay man. That's why we are called the Church of Latter Gay Saints, 'latter' indicating those gay men in their latter years," explained Jay after I brought the coffees in.

"We also worship male sperm," said Gary. "In the heterosexual world it is the giver of life. In our world it gives much pleasure and is full of protein. We enjoy the taste of sperm so much that we consume it every day." Jay and Gary took two bottles out of their haversacks, which all Hormen carry. The bottles contained some white liquid.

Missionary Position

"This is our semen, we never waste it, that would be a sin," said Jay. "Too many people crave semen, and are deprived. It is also full of protein, so very good to consume. We take it instead of milk or cream in our coffee. Would you like some of my semen, or some of Gary's in your coffee?"

"You can have a cocktail if you like, some of mine and some of Jay's" said Gary smiling as he unscrewed the top off the bottle of his spunk. "Here, smell the bouquet and see what you prefer." Gary held the bottle of his semen under my nose, and it smelt great. It gave me a hard-on just smelling it, then Jay offered me his bottle of spunk to sniff. Both smelt delicious, but they went on to describe the flavors of their semen to me.

"My sperm is very thick and sweet," said Jay. "It clogs your throat as you try to swallow it."

"And mine has a strong spunky flavor, a tang that lingers in your mouth long after you've swallowed it," said Gary.

"May I try some of both in my coffee?" I said, and so they emptied the entire contents of the little bottles into my coffee, and I stirred it in. It tasted absolutely delicious when I took a sip, and my cock was now making a big tent in my trousers.

They took two more bottles of spunk out of their haversacks, and Jay poured his into Gary's coffee while Gary poured his cum into Jay's coffee. We all then took a sip of our spunky drinks, then Gary and Jay kissed, and then they both kissed me.

As we drank our sperm-flavored coffee, Gary and Jay told me to sit on the sofa between them, and while Jay put his arm around my neck and started kissing me, Gary started rubbing my cock thru my trousers. Their erotic fragrances overwhelmed me and made me feel quite weak. Any resistance would have been totally useless. Even a born-again Christian would have been converted to Hormenism. I mentioned this to them, and Jay said:

"Oh yes, we've corrupted… er, I mean, converted many a born-again Christian who wandered into our church by mistake. We just sit on each side of him in the pews and we soon convert him. Oh, by the way no women are allowed in. We have someone on the door who explains to them it is a men-only service. Nobody under 18 is allowed in either."

Their fragrances, the kissing and the rubbing of my cock was so erotic I nearly came in my pants, but we continued messing about and getting each other all sexed up as we sipped our spunky coffees. Then Gary opened the Book of Semen and started reading from it.

The Book also had illustrations, pictures of handsome Hormen spunking into coffee, into drinks of all kinds, on plates of food, and into saucepans and frying pans. The Book of Semen was basically a recipe or cook book of different things you could do with semen. All the Hormen cakes and bread contained handsome young men's semen, as did all the dishes in the Book.

Doggy-style

"You should come to our Feast of Hormen once a month," said Gary. "All the drinks and foods are made with our young men's semen, and you know just whose it is as their pictures are on each drink and by each item of food. There are even glasses of fresh hot spunk for you to drink, which are prepared in front of you by our cum waiters, young men who produce volumes of semen and who line up until they fill each glass with a delicious spunky cocktail between them. You seem to be getting excited,' said Gary as he unzipped my flies and fondled my now rock-hard erection.

"Would you like to drink our orgasms?" suddenly asked Jay. This took me by surprise. It all seemed so disgusting, yet somehow these wholesome young men made it sound almost normal — as normal as asking if someone would like a cup of tea (with ordinary milk and sugar!)

I nodded 'yes', too overcome to speak, and Jay stood up and unzipped his flies. Gary continued to hug me around the neck and kiss me, while masturbating my penis, as Jay took out his long, circumcised cock and came close to me.

"Suck Elder Richardson's penis," said Gary, "Make him really hard and stimulate him to orgasm. He will then feed you his delicious semen." I didn't need telling twice. I took Jay's cock into my mouth. it was already oozing pre-cum and that tasted fantastic.

Gary cooed in my ear: "Elder Richardson's pre-cum tastes very sweet, doesn't it? Wait till you taste his full-cream orgasm." Jay wasn't long in cumming. I sucked as he fucked my mouth and Gary gently masturbated me while talking dirty in my ear: "Elder Richardson is getting very excited. He is about to cum in your mouth. When he starts to spurt semen into your mouth, hold it there to get the full spunky flavor, then swallow it very slowly."

Jay shot a seven big wads of spunk into my mouth, and I held it there savoring the thick cum and its sweet, spunky flavor. I would have climaxed then and there, but Gary had stopped masturbating me now, and was standing up and undoing his flies.

Jay, meanwhile, had sat next to me, put his arm round my neck and started kissing me, transferring his own thick globs of spunk from my mouth to his, then back again. Jay's fragrance overwhelmed me, different to Gary's but just as erotic.

I swallowed Jay's thick orgasm with difficult; it did indeed clog my throat, and Jay said: "Did you enjoy my thick spunky orgasm? Well Elder Mason will let you enjoy his load now, then I'll bring you off as he spunks into your mouth." I took Gary's thick, uncircumcised cock into my mouth, relishing the overpowering fragrances these two handsome men were wearing. Jay talked filth to me as Gary fucked my mouth and I sucked, craving his cum. Jay was also masturbating my cock, lubricating it liberally with his spit.

Rock My World

"Elder Mason is going to feed your his load any moment now," said Jay. "Look into his eyes. See – they are glazing over with pure lust. That means he's about to spunk into your mouth. You're greedy for his cum aren't you? That's good. Crave more sperm. That's right, you want to taste his sperm now, don't you? Get ready! Here it cums… Elder Mason is feeding you his sperm! Hold it in your mouth and enjoy the tangy flavor, then swallow it slowly as I bring you to climax."

I did just as Jay said as my mouth filled up with Gary's hot, tangy cum, jet after jet of the hot spunky mess, while Jay jerked me off. His sexy scented bicep was now right in my face as his arm was wrapped right around my neck, and with his other hand he was bringing me off. Then, just as I was about to cum, Jay said:

"Mr Davidson is nearing his climax. Would you like to help me bring him off?"

Gary managed to squeeze some more cum out of his cock, then knelt down and as Jay was wanking me, Gary slowly rubbed his spunky fingers over the head of my cock. It felt wonderful as Gary rubbed his slimy cum right into the tip of my dick, and I immediately shot pints into the air. It went right over Gary's shoulder on to the armchair where my cat was curled up asleep scaring poor Tiddles, who miaowed and ran out with my spunk all over his fur. He turned round, and licked it off, gave me a dirty look, then ran out into the garden.

"Well, Mr Davidson, I hope you enjoyed our little visit," said Jay, as they stood up ready to leave. He held out a hand and shook mine, as did Gary.

"Do come to our service next Sunday at the Temple of Hormen," said Gary. They gave me the address with the times of services, and the date of the next Feast of Hormen.

"And we'll come and pay you another visit next week," said Jay. "If you tire of us, we can send along some other missionaries. They'll be at least as good-looking as us, and smell as great. They'll have different exotic spunk flavors for you to try."

"Oh, you'll be fine for next week," I said.

"Yes, well we'll cum, and cum for the next week or two, then two other Hormen will call on you. We like to ring the changes so it doesn't get too boring," said Gary. "We can both fuck you next week if you like, or you can be spit-roasted by the two of us. I'll leave a Hormenu for you to choose what you'd like. Just tick the boxes."

We bade our farewells, and I sat down and looked at the Hormenu. It was absolutely disgusting. Every kind of sexual position and fetish was listed. Water sports, fisting, scat, bondage, 69 — of course, the missionary position was an obvious one —but you name it, it was there. The Karma Sutra had nothing on this Hormenu. In their church services, it was explained to me, they kneel to worship the penis, and to receive the precious semen that they also worship as the symbol of life and pleasure. I knew I was going to enjoy going to church the coming Sunday!

Kneel before the Hole-y Place

I went along to the Temple of Hormen on Sunday for their 11 a.m. service. It was quite an eye-opener. Jay and Gary, the two Hormen who called at my house and gave me such a wonderful time, greeted me as I came in, and explained things.

The Temple looked like a Christian church, but in place of the Cross on the altar was a gold phallus. The stained glass windows had scenes of male-on-male fellatio and anal intercourse. The pews were filling up fast with gorgeous young Hormen in their crisp white shirts, some wore their suit jackets as well (and of course trousers, but these wouldn't stay on, or at least unzipped for long).

"We have three marriages to conduct today," said Gary. "One couple is marrying for the first time; the other two couples are bringing new husbands into the marriage to spice it up and share their sex life together."

This seemed like a good idea to me. I'd always thought monogamous heterosexual marriage terribly selfish. Why should a woman with a gorgeous husband keep him all to herself? A woman next door, or a gay man, might be deprived of sex but hear them performing thru the wall each night?

"I do have one question: what about females? Are there Horwomen?" I asked.

"Oh yes, but they have their own separate churches. There are three divisions of our Church. The Hormen, that's us, we're all gay; the Horwomen, they're all lesbians; and the Horpeople, they are heterosexual or bisexual. We don't go to each other's services. We keep them all separate," explained Gary.

Fly cum with me

"Enjoy the service," said Jay. "Two Hormen will join you, we always make newcomers welcome. Sit in this pew at the front." I looked at the pew he pointed at, and there was a notice next to it saying 'Newcummers Pew. Welcum'

"Do you wish to partake of Holy Cummunion?" asked Gary.

"What's that, exactly?" I asked.

"The priest and choirboys all ejaculate into a silver goblet, and you kneel at the altar and take a sip of their joint semen from the cup," said Gary. "It's much like the Christian Holy Communion or Mass, but I'm afraid there's no wafer. It is a ceremony all about sharing. That's what we're all about, sharing."

"Well I may do, I'll see," I said, not knowing whether I fancied drinking out of a cup that goodness knows who had spunked into. Could be all old guys for all I knew — or gorgeous young ones.

There were some very old men in the church. However I noticed young Hormen immediately homed in on them and no old guy was left on his own. I remarked on this to Jay.

"Oh we look after the elderly, unlike much of the gay community," he said. "We will all grow old some day, if we live that long, so we make sure any older guy who cums to our services is properly serviced by at least two young guys. Just like we service those who we visit in their own homes." Then I noticed one old chap in the opposite pew had fainted.

"That often happens," said Gary. "He's 96 and has just been kissed by a young Hormen aged 18, and it was too much for him. His sexy fragrance, made from semen, just overcame the old man. He'll be OK in a minute. If not, we have paramedics standing by." Indeed a very attractive teenager was tending to the old guy, undoing his shirt buttons, and as the guy came around he gave him another French kiss. This time the old man didn't faint, but flung his arms around the young guy, so glad to be welcomed and loved by the youngster. The young guy then sat with his arm round the old chap, and another young Hormen, in his twenties I'd guess, came and sat the other side of the old man.

I sat in the pew, and presently two nice Hormen came along, sitting one each side of me. They smelt fucking gorgeous, and they were jacketless, just wearing their trousers and crisp white shirts with their nametags on them. I had Sam Spunk to my left, and Jerry Jism to my right. Their Hormen names of course.

Sam had dark hair, was aged about 30, and Jerry was a redhead with lots of freckles, younger, in his early 20s. They introduced themselves, then both of them French kissed me, sticking their tongues right down my throat.

We sat back, and they put their arms round me and held my hands as the service began.

Safe sex (with helmet)

A young good-looking priest came out in a long scarlet robe with a gold phallus symbol on it. The choir, I was pleased to see, were guys in their late teens and early to mid-twenties, also dressed in scarlet robes.

The first song to be sung was 'Cum All Ye Faithful', which was all about cumming into the Cummunion goblet. This was then passed around the choir, and when they had all jerked each other off into it, a teenage choir member came and knelt before the priest holding up the goblet filled with the choirs' semen contributions while another, a gorgeous blond guy about 22, opened the priest's robe and jerked him off into the goblet.

The goblet was then placed on the altar under the golden phallus, and two men walked up the aisle hand in hand as the Wedding March was played. I watched as a fairly traditional wedding ceremony was performed by the priest, but with no vow of monogamy. Instead the priest said:

"May you welcome into your holy marriage other men you both agree to share your happiness with. Do not keep your lustful and loving relationship to yourself. Share it with others," They promised to do this, and the priest then said they must now consummate their relationship.

The young couple then undressed and we watched them kissing and sucking each other, and then indulging in anal intercourse. When one had climaxed, the one who had been fucked stood up and his husband sucked him off. The priest them prounounced them truly a married couple, and told them to go forth and share their lust and spunk with as many as possible on a casual basis, and hopefully bring more men into the permanent loving and lustful relationship they had together in a further marriage ceremony.

It was all so different to a Christian marriage, or even a civil partnership between two gay men, that I found it rather strange. But next came three men, and they were apparently doing just what the priest said. Two were already married to each other, and they were welcoming a third guy into their marriage. These three then performed in front of the altar as the organist played suitable fucking music, and then another ceremony took place, this involving five men in a joint marriage, and by this time it looked like a mini-orgy in front of the altar, with all five taking up different positions, and all climaxing.

Rim'n'suck

All this time Jerry and Sam were masturbating me, and I found it hard to keep from cumming. "Sexy isn't it?" said Sam as we watched the marriage ceremonies. "Look, that guy has the spunk of his four husbands all over his face. Quite a bukakke session isn't it? Well whatever turns you on, as they say." When the marriage ceremonies were over, we were invited to partake of Holy Cummunion, and as the priest and choir members were all so gorgeous looking, I went up to the altar and knelt down, with Sam and Jerry each side of me. They continued to wank me in turn and a line of other men were each side of me.

The priest moved down the line offering the goblet of spunk to everyone. I noticed some, when they'd taken a sip, kissed those each side of them, so there was a lot of snowballing going on. Indeed, when the cup came to Jerry he kissed me and passed some cum from his mouth into mine, then I took a sip from the cup, still half full. It smelt great – all that young spunk and I took a big sip as the priest said: "Enjoy our semen. May it fill you with joy and lust for more!' and then he passed the cup to Sam who took a sip, and he too kissed me, so we swopped more of the spunk from the goblet.

I don't know why I didn't cum there and then, as they were still jerking me off, but I held back, and I was so glad I did, as after the Holy Cummunion was a general orgy session. Everyone in the church was encouraged to have sex and not only Sam and Jerry, but about 20 other young Hormen all gang-banged me, and I could see everybody was being fucked by young handsome men, or were sucking them off.

Five young men of the choir fucked my mouth and shot their loads into it, and eight more fucked me. Even the priest fucked me saying: "Ah, another newcummer, I must try out his ass and welcum him into our cummunity." I still hadn't cum myself, but I needn't have worried. Two young members of the choir, both aged about 18 or 19, knelt before me and started giving me a blow-job and a rimjob at the same time. They switched off a few times too.

The priest stood behind them and said: "Feed these two boys. They are hungry for your spunk. Teed them as a mother feeds her suckling milk for they are young and need your paternal semen."

I looked into their eyes and they looked into mine as they took turns sucking me off. Which one would get my cum? The blond one or the brunette? It turned out to be the brunette. I just couldn't hold back any longer and he had such a sensual technique of deep throating my cock while giving my prostate a massage. He drained me dry, and then he kissed the blond one and they shared my spunky load back and forth a few times before each of them was swallowing some of it.

Gary and Jay then came over and with Sam and Jerry they all kissed me and wished me well, and told me not to forget the Feast of Hormen next week.

I promised I'd be there, and I was.