Scandal in the Vatican – Full Movie

Nothing of a sexual nature happens in the first eight minutes of Scandal in the Vatican. We meet six young missionaries – all adorably natty in their pressed white short-sleeve dress shirts and ties – as they walk around Rome, take in the sights, toast over a drink, assemble in the pope’s reception area amidst many others of the flock, cheer him on as Benedict enters the room… and get cruised by a priest as the camera lingers on their crotches. And it’s so hot and discomfiting you may just end up hitting “replay” to see if what you just saw really happened. (For the record, it did. Bel Ami blurs other pilgrims’ faces out and the now-retired pope is made to look like a burst of white light to block his visage.)

But once we “retire” to priest Trevor Yates’ opulent old-world quarters, everything unfolds like a heavily-foreskinned cock… which is exactly what Yates in sporting. Filled with natural light, the ensuing oral orgy and subsequent oral cumshots is so unnaturally sizzling you may end up passing out before your “rosary beads” burst. Kevin Warhol is the biggest cumpig here, lapping at Yates’ loads like a starving rat. Even hotter: The boys form a ring around the priest and circle-jerk off their holy water onto the holy man’s faithful face.

The film’s most eyebrow-raising line is next. They all want to get fucked, so they intone: “The path of holiness… Let’s do rock-paper-scissors to get you, Father.”

The absolutely beautiful Jack Harrer wins, and so does the viewer. After kissing everyone goodbye, Yates and Harrer get down to business on the now-warm and cum-covered sofa. The two suck with not a care in the world as the camera swoops around them. The scene is stunning to not only watch but also to hear, as driving rain and rumbles of thunder occasionally echo throughout the ancient stone chamber. Harrer takes two bareback fucks from the Father’s massive member, blasting out two loads. Spunk lovers will cream their vestment over the amount of white chunky stuff that Yates butters Harrer’s hole with.

Following a memento photo montage, the remaining Kinky Angels return to their hotel (uh… it looks more like a millionaire’s home to me) for a circle-jerk, deep-oral, eventual-bareback, moan-filled fiveway. Here endeth the lesson. Or at least the Scandal part.

Two bonus sex scenes round out the package: Todd Rosset and Kevin Warhol film themselves in a variety of rowdy bareback rompings; and Jaco Van Sant and Sean Davis are interviewed before their hot (condomed) tryst on a sofa that ends in tight closeups of cum eating smiles. Overall, one of Bel Ami’s best and most controversial releases ever.