Perverts 'R' Us

The Priests' PussyBoy

By Jim Turner ( MMM~/b, 1st, oral, anal, ds )

If the idea of Catholic Priests sexing young boys is not to your liking, give this story a pass. piggie2man@yahoo.com

I was eight years old and in the third grade when my father walked out on my mother and me. My mother said he met some tramp that he was in heat over. I really didn't understand what she meant, but I knew better than to ask her anything when she had that wild look in her eyes. My father left little money and there was serious question of how my Mother would be able to support us. At the time I was going to St. Mary's grade school and although the tuition was modest, it was beyond my mother's means.

I remember it was after Sunday morning mass shortly after my father's death that the now retired Father Daniel asked to speak with my mother. Father Daniel who had only recently retired had been the long time Pastor of our Parish. He was still at our Parish because in addition to the church, grade school, and presbytery (Parish Priest's home) there was a retirement home where he now resided. Father Daniel proposed to my mother that in view of the importance of a parochial education and in view of her limited means that I move into the priests' retirement home, work there to help pay for my education and living expenses while continuing to go to school at St Mary's. My mother readily agreed and I began living with the priests in their retirement home.

It was difficult for me to live in the retirement home since I was only eight years old and the priests were elderly and did not like me to make a lot of noise. Father Michael was the current pastor of our parish and I knew him somewhat since I was an altar boy and had served at many of his masses. He was in his early 30's and although very much an adult and a person of authority, he was still much younger than the other priests that lived in the retirement home and I felt more comfortable around him. I was devoted to Father Michael and took every opportunity to be with him. He seemed to like me as well and took a protective approach with me.

Since I lived on the premises, I would always serve with him the early morning mass. One morning after mass we went into the sacristy to change when I became tangled in the vestments I was removing and Father Michael helped me to untangle myself. That was the first time that Father Michael touched me in that special place between my legs. When it happened I didn't move. I really could not move; I was so stunned that he was touching me down there. I knew about penises and about people touching them from my mates at school and how bad it was but here was Father Michael doing it. I also knew there was something different in the way Father Michael looked at me, which kind of scared me.

In the beginning he just seemed to brush the front of my trousers but then he started to run his hand back and forth over my peter and balls as he would pause and gently squeeze them. "What do you have in there Alan?" he asked me one day and then added "There is something hard in there, is that your stiffy?"

I told him "I'm sorry it got hard, Father, I didn't make it do that." He told me that it was normal for a young boy to get a hard on and that I should enjoy the way it felt. He told me that he certainly enjoyed touching me when it was hard like that and said that his gets hard too.

He slid down my zipper and asked "You don't mind if I take it out, do you? That's how it gets big you know. Did your daddy have a big one?" I said that my dad's peter looked really big to me. Father said that I would probably have a big one just like my dad, but explained that in order for it to grow, it needed lots of air. He told me that I should always take it out when I could. "For instance," he said "always take it out when you are working in a room alone or walking in the fields." That is when he told me that since the vestments hung down to my knees that I should take it out particularly when I served mass.

I was really feeling sweaty and funny when he was telling me all this because he had my peter between his fingers and was moving the skin up and down. It was starting to tingle in a way it never had before which felt very good. He said that what we talked about was private like the confessional and we could not talk about it to anyone else but he suggested that I should think about what he told me and let him know if I wanted to talk some more.

I didn't see Father Michael again for four days. He was away on retreat and while he was gone, all I could think about was what he said to me. Every chance I got I was giving my peter air and touching it. I loved to touch it, I couldn't stop touching it and wondered what else Father Michael might tell me. It was again after early morning mass when we went into the Sacristy to change that I was next able to talk to Father Michael. Father began to change and I pulled up my vestments to show him my exposed hard peter and said "Look Father." "I've done just as you told me. I've been giving it lots of air and it really likes it." I remember when I did that I was so excited that my heart was just racing and I wanted him to touch my peter again but I wanted even more to feel if his peter was hard like mine.

"Oh, I can see." he said and then added. "You have a nice hard dick, Alan, it looks kinda red like you've been rubbing it. Have you?"

I touched my peter and said to him "Yes Father, I have been giving it lots of air and I've been rubbing it too, like you did last time. But I don't think I know how to do it, not good, like you can."

He smiled at me and I thought I could see through the thin white vestments he was wearing, the dark hardness of his peter. He began to slide the vestment over himself so that I could clearly see the dark outline of his man-peter. I thought he might have peed a little bit when I saw a small wet spot near the head of his peter. He smiled at me and in a low secret sort of voice said "Do you want me to touch your filthy cock? Is that what you want? Or did you really want to rub my cock, Alan? Which is it?"

"I think I want both Father, if that's okay." I told him.

He reached down and pulled up my shirt rubbing my nipples between his fingers. He pinched and twisted them hard and I cried out in pain. "Shut the fuck up," he told me, "if you want to play cock fun with me."

With one hand he continued to pinch one of my nipples but I could also feel the delicious slippery stroke of his hand on my peter. My nipple hurt so hard but I didn't want him to stop touching my peter so I bent my shoulders forward to try and protect my sensitive nipples from his strong fingers. That's when he slapped me hard. I don't remember crying but my face was wet with tears.

"Now, stick out your chest very far so I can work your tits." As all this was happening he never stopped touching my peter and in spite of the pain and humiliation of what he was doing to me, I wanted him to keep touching me down there no matter what, so I pushed out my chest without any protection for my nipples. I started to sweat, I could hardly stand the pain I was feeling in my nipples but I also felt these waves of sexual excitement as he stroked my peter.

He slapped me again and said "Beg me to make your cock cum, my little cock toy boy. Do it!"

He let go of my nipples and was now tickling my peter with his fingers and said again "Do it!"

I started to say in almost in a whisper "Please make my cock cum, Father." But after a while I was screaming it but I'm not completely sure what happened because my whole body started to shake and this incredible feeling came pounding through me. I could hear Father say, "Good cock boy, your first cum, dry, but it was still a good one." Before I left, he said "Come to the parish house at 2:00 p.m. this afternoon, just tell Father Daniel I have a special project for you. He will let you come."

I couldn't wait until 2:00 p.m. and showed up at his door step around 1:30 p.m. He said "You're a little early, Alan, but that's okay-- this time. Here let's go into the parlor. It is a bit more private." As soon as we got in the parlor he sat down on the sofa and patted the seat next to him. I walked over to him but he held out his hand to stop me from sitting down. He looked in my eyes and smiled as he said "Is your fucking cock hard, Alan. Is it just burning to get into the open air?" and then added "Here let me see." He began to rub and squeeze my peter.

I liked him saying that to me in those words and said "Can I take it out again, Father? I really want to. Okay Father?"

Father said to me "Sure that's a really good idea, Alan. I'd like you to do that. Why don't you take off all your clothes but really slow so I can watch." As he was saying this, he slid his fingers down the front of my pants and kept on squeezing my peter. I liked the idea of taking my clothes off in front of Father Michael because then he could really see how hard my peter got.

I pulled off the tee shirt I was wearing, sat down on a chair and took off my shoes and socks.

Father Michael said to me "Why don't you come over here before you take off your pants?"

When I got there, he pulled me over so that I was between his legs and his face was right in front of me.

He stuck out his tongue, made it real pointy and curved it back toward his mouth. It was a 'come here' gesture. As I leaned forward, he said "Stick out your tongue, we can lick tongues, that's a lot of fun, I know you'll like it."

I stuck out my tongue but not to far when he grabbed the back of my head which he pulled forward and caught my little tongue with his compressed lips. It hurt but not much since I knew what he wanted and stuck out my tongue as far as it would go. His tongue had a lot of spit on it and soon not only my tongue was wet with his spit but even the entire outside of my mouth. He held my head a little tighter and I could feel his tongue inside my mouth still licking my tongue. After a minute or two he withdrew his tongue from my mouth but both our mouths were still locked together. My mouth felt so empty without his tongue and I knew he wanted me to stick my tongue in his. As soon as I did, his tongue was back in my mouth and we twirled, licked and sucked on each others tongue. I liked it a lot.

He motioned for me to start taking my clothes off again. I unbuttoned the top button of my pants and slid my thumbs under both my shorts and pants as I was about to slide them both down my legs. He said "No, just the pants first."

I didn't want him to see my undershorts because they were a couple of years old and I had grown considerably since then. They were so stretched that it was like a band pulled across my crotch with the fly spread wide open. Yes I was embarrassed that they were so small but even more embarrassed because they were covered with little yellow ducks. I could feel the heat in my face, and my embarrassment was so strong. I had no choice but to wear them because they were all I had and I was too ashamed to ask Father Daniel to buy me some new ones.

Father Michael pulled me over and my peter started to wilt. He pulled them down as they slid down my thighs and fell to the floor. "I'll get you some new ones tomorrow." he said. "I'll get you some regular kind that you can wear all the time but I'm going to get you a couple others that you can put on just when we are alone. One is called a G-string and the other one is just a pouch with some string that fits around the crack in your ass. We'll have lots of fun with them." He was brushing my cock again as he was telling me this and I was now fully hard again. "Your cock sure seems to like that idea, it's so hard, it's like a little piece of steel. My Alan has a beautiful cock of steel, a real man cock." I wanted to cry he made me so happy, my peter could not get any harder but my whole chest seemed to get bigger.

Father Michael looked down at his crotch and said to me "Look at that Alan." The whole front of his pants was tented out and I could see a wet spot at the tip of the tent. "Why don't you feel how hard mine is?" I was again between his legs and he slid his back end down the sofa so that his crotch was directly in front of me. I started to grab at the tent in his pants but it was difficult to figure out exactly what I was touching. I could feel the hardness of his peter but there was movement as well which I thought might be his balls.

"Here let me help you," he said as he stood and removed his pants and underwear. The only other adult male I had ever seen naked was my Father but his peter never looked like this. Father Michael's was so big, hard and had this almost angry color, red and blue. The tip of his cock glistened before my eyes. I stuck my finger out and tried to gently touch the wetness of his peter when he said "That is pre-cum, Alan. Cock juice." He grabbed my small hand and showed me how to spread that sticky stuff all over his cock. He told me "You are doing such a good job already. I think you are a natural at this. Now," he said "I'll give you your first lesson in becoming a fuck-boy." He put both my hands on his peter and showed me how to move them up and down.

I wasn't sure if I was doing him correctly, so I asked "am I doing it right, Father?"

He told me "No, you need to lick my cock head as you jack me. Come on, my cock boy, I want to see your little tongue lapping up the cock juice from my piss slit. Go at it you fuck slut!"

The head of his peter was all sticky, wet and looked too dirty to put in my mouth.

He grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled my mouth to his cock. At first he just held it to my lips and then started pushing it so that it was pressed against my teeth. He got hold of one of my nipples and it felt like he was tearing it off, so I opened my mouth letting him shove his cock inside hoping then he would stop hurting me. I gagged and pulled away, chocking on his slippery cock head but he just kept on poking his cock in my mouth. I managed to get my mouth off his cock and said to him "No, I don't like that, it tastes something awful and I can't breathe any way."

Father said to me "Okay, do you want me to call your mother and tell her that you are a bad boy and we don't allow bad boys to stay here? Do you want me to send you home? I'll bet your mother would beat your ass good once I told her how you wouldn't do anything I told you to do. Shall I call her now?"

"No" I said.

"Are you going to be a good boy?" he asked me. "Are you going to do whatever I ask you to do?"

"Yes Father" I said to him and started to cry. "I'm sorry, Father. Please don't call my mother."

He reached up and grabbed both my nipples and started pulling and twisting them and said to me "Prove it to me cocksucker, get your mouth over my dick."

I put his dick in my mouth but tried not to let it touch the sides of my mouth.

He slapped me hard and said "Lick it! Suck on my fucking cock right now. I don't want to have to tell you again."

I did as he said tentatively at first but then I started to like the feel of his cock in my mouth. He slapped me on the ass and said "That's better my little boy slut, suck my dirty cock." He started saying all sorts of nasty things to me, how he was going to make me eat his ass and he was going to make my mouth his pussy; that he was going to show me that I had another pussy too. "You're going to be my private fuck boy, unless I want to let a few of the other priests have a piece of your sorry ass."

I got very good at pleasing Father Michael. It wasn't long after it started with Father Michael when a friend of his came to visit our Parish, he was a missionary priest. Father Michael introduced him to me and I could tell by the way he shook my hand in the vestry that day that Father Michael had told him about the secret thing that we did. I was invited to the presbytery that same evening and the way my heart was beating I just knew something sexual was going to happen.

The three of us had supper and then went out to the parlor. Father Michael explained to me that he told Father Claude, the missionary priest, about how he was giving me private lessons. Father Michael sort of laughed when he turned to Father Claude and said "No one had even explained to him how important it is to get lots of air on his cock and balls." Then he turned to me and said, "This might be a good time to give your cock some air. Why don't you go into the vestry and put on your vestments that you use to serve mass? Take your pants and shorts off so that everything between your legs gets lots of air."

I stayed glued to the sofa and he added "Come on Alan, don't be embarrassed. That beautiful cock of yours will still be covered but I must confess that I promised Father Claude you would let him see it some time tonight." There was another short pause and he got up and said "Come on you silly boy, we can both take off our clothes and put on our mass vestments. Perhaps we can say a few prayers in them and Father Claude can give us his blessing when we get back."

When we walked back into the parlor, we stood before Father Claude and Father Michael put out both his arms as if to say, "See? We're all done." He turned to me and brushed back my vestments exposing my hard cock. He straightened my vestments back down and walked over to Father Claude. As he was sitting down he said to Father Claude, "The boy is so new at sucking cock. I thought that you might help me show him by letting him suck your fat boy."

Father Claude said to me "Sure, you little cock-piggie, it would turn me on to have you lick my dick in front of Father Michael. Make him proud and show him how you can gobble down my salami, show him what a good cock-lover you are."

I could not believe what I was hearing. My cock got even harder and the cheeks of my ass must have spread because I could feel my asshole rubbing directly on my Mass vestments. I think Father Michael noticed that I was enjoying the way the vestments felt sliding against my boy hole because he knelt down next to me and I felt his fingers slide around the curve of my ass. He also pulled the vestments he was wearing to the side so that we could both see his excitement, glistening at the head of his cock. There were strings of that sticky pre cum on his legs and some even attached to his vestments.

Father Claude stood, reached up, undid his trousers and slid them down as Father Claude stepped out of them. That's when father Michael leaned over to take a sniff of Father Claude in his undershorts. Father Claude laughed and pushed out his crotch as he grabbed the back of Father Michael's head to give him as good a smell as he could. Father Claude pushed back Father Michael's head and slipped off his underwear and threw over to where his pants were already on the floor. Father Michael laughed and reached over and grabbed them. He brought those dirty smelly undershorts first to his nose and then virtually covered my face with them as he held them to my face forcing me to breathe in their scent.

Father Claude was the third man I had seen naked, first my daddy, then Father Michael, and now Father Claude, but the first thing I thought was now I understand what they mean by cock meat. It was as if the two cocks I had seen before were put together and some more added besides to make this one. And it wasn't just his cock alone that made it look so huge. It was the hairy balls that went with it. His sac seemed to hang half way to his knees and I think it needed that much room for the size of the nuts that he had.

Father Claude walked up to me and said "Don't you know nothing boy, kneel when a priest is about to bless you." He pressed with his hand on my shoulders and I knelt before him. He really smelled bad, like he hadn't washed for a really long time. I tried to lean away from him and that smell but he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me forward. I could see that his man cock was wet with so much pre cum that I thought maybe he had just pissed himself a little. Keeping a hold of my hair he slid his cock around my face leaving streaks of his fluid. "Blessed are the cock suckers," he said "for they will be nourished by dick cream. Lick my fuck pole, you dirty cock-slut." He yanked my hair hard until I let him put his cock in my mouth.

The taste was even worse then the smell because when he forced his cock in my mouth the skin slid back from the head and I could feel little hard rocks or seeds at the end of his cock head. It made me want to puke. The taste was so awful, so dirty.

"It's just a little cock cheese for you eat, cock-piggie." he said in a mocking tone.

I pulled away and even though he kept on pulling my hair really hard. I wasn't going to put his dirty cock in my mouth. He slapped me so hard I saw all white for a couple of seconds and could taste blood in my mouth where he must have split my lip.

"You do what I tell you, you little shit!" Father Claude screamed at me.

"I'll call his Mother and tell her to come and get him." Father Michael said. "No, I know what I'll do," he added. "I'll throw him out in the playground in your baby undershorts, the ones with the quack, quack yellow ducks, so that all the boys can see what a baby pussy you are. Pussy boy, fuck you're a pussy girl! 'Oh it smells bad.' Did you hear him Claude? He sounds like some pansy little girl. Get your mouth around his cock, faggot, or I'll start dialing your Mother. Fucking bastard, I won't even put your quack, quack shorts on you, I'll kick your ass so hard you will go flying into that playground stark fucking naked. Then I'll tell the boys how much you like cock so that they can hold you down and fuck your hungry, pussy mouth with their little dicks."

I grabbed Father Claude big old cock and started to lick it all over. I'd do anything to stop him from doing that. I wouldn't want to live if he did that to me in front of the other boys.

As I was sucking on Father Claude, Father Michael undid my vestments so that I was naked. After he had me undressed, he started to play with my ass, saying that it was so soft and creamy.

Father Claude told Father Michael "Show him how much we like him Mike, kiss that virgin pussy, give it a good tongue licking. Get it ready because I'm going to fuck his young cunt. But first I want you to just keep tonguing my schlong boy, with a little more practice your going to be one helluva cock sucker." He said something else to Father Michael about going get something but I didn't really understand him because that's when he started to shove his cock deep in my throat and I had to concentrate so I wouldn't choke.

I managed to get part of his shaft out of my throat and just had the big head of his cock in my mouth. I was started to get into it and use my tongue in his piss slit and then slide the cream from his cock all over that big cock head. I could hear Father Claude telling me that I was doing him good.

I got so excited from his big balls hitting my face and rubbing against my chest, so I reached down and grabbed them, sliding my hands over them, licking them. They were too big to try and take them in my mouth. That must have been when Father Michael brought back what Father Claude asked for because I felt this leather stud color being buckled around my throat. "Not too tight, Mike," Father Claude said "I need some room around his throat for my cock." I felt the collar bite against my throat as Father Claude picked me up by the color. "Tie his nuts back." he told Father Michael and I felt the noose of a chord tighten around my little peter and balls. I looked down but could see nothing between my legs but I knew from the pain that my equipment had been pulled so far back that I could feel them lodged at the edge of my ass cheeks. Father Michael tied the end of the cord tied around my waist to keep them securely hidden from view. "Strut your stuff, my girly boy." Father Claude said to me.

I looked at him because I really didn't know what he meant. "Smack" and I felt the palm of his hand connect with my ass cheeks. "Shake your ass cunt boy, get me excited and spread those pussy lips." he ordered. I started swaying my ass and gyrating my hips. I saw Father Michael moving around and as I looked at him he nodded to me and I tried to do what he did. I bent over pushing my ass up as high as I could toward Father Claude's face just as Father Michael had done and then pulled my ass cheeks apart so that I could feel my shit hole pucker.

"Get on your side now." Father Claude ordered.

I leaned on my side, stretching my leg high in the air so that I could touch my asshole and play with it as I was told to do. Then I had to get on the floor with my legs together, pinching my nipples as they had me tell them what a 'Cheap Horny Cum Slut' I was.

Father Claude crawled over to me with a knee on each of my arms as he rubbed his sticky cock all over my face and then begin fucking my mouth. Father Michael was licking at the V between my legs that he said was my pussy but then he raised my legs and began licking my asshole and sucking on my cock and balls. I felt the noose around my cock and balls being released as he began to lick my cock. The more he licked me the better it felt and the more I was able to take Father Claude's cock into my throat.

"Yes," Father Claude said "any second now I'll make his fucking throat a pussy and baptize him as the cum slut that he is." I had never felt such intense pleasure in my body, wave after wave of electric excitement was pulsing through my body. I started to moan with my mouth full of cock "Oh God, yes, suck me, touch me, please don't stop, oh no, oh no, yes please, there it is now." I could feel squirts of juice from Father Claude being forced down my throat, I wanted him, I opened myself to his cock meat and let him ram his cock deep down my throat, letting his cock cream flow into me. I wanted his fucking cum, I even was glad he was making my mouth a pussy because deep down I knew that I was a hungry cum pig. My mind seemed to release those pulses running through my body, my cock twisted inside and seemed to become the pulse. Only my hard cock mattered and the pleasure became so intense that something in my cock ripped and then locked down as I quivered and shook in ecstasy.

Father Michael just kept on sucking on me and Father Claude said to him "God, I could feel the heat coming off his young body as you worked his little cock, the kid will remember you all his life with the crashing cum you just gave him. Oh, that delicious world of dry boy cums, the way those dry cums rack their little bodies and show them their need for cock. Now it's my turn. I'm going to enjoy opening up his little cherry cunt. I want to fuck him senseless so that he becomes like a frayed wire on a puppet, dry cumming at the edge of my cock meat. Get the poppers Mike he'll need them to take my cock on his virgin fuck."

I felt Father Claude pull me over by my collar to a mat they had put on the floor. It seemed like I had barely had enough strength to crawl up on the mat, after I had those incredible spasms I was content to just be, to radiate in the after pleasure. Father Michael took my collar and pulled me between his legs. I was on my stomach with my head resting in his lap against his hard cock.

"Come on" he said to me "I haven't cum yet, start working my pecker." He grabbed me by the hair and lowered my mouth on his cock. I opened up and took his cock in my mouth but I was still too much at peace to want to do much else. I felt his hand reach under me and get hold of my titties. He pinched and twisted them so I gave him a few licks of my tongue around my cock. "Our fuck puppy has hardly any play left in him." Father Michael said to Father Claude.

"Here" Father Claude said as he passed him a small brown bottle and then said "Feed him the poppers and I'll show you how to make his little titties sing."

Father Michael held the bottle under each nostril as he held the other nostril tightly closed. Whatever was in that bottle smelled really foul so I tried not to breathe. I could feel Father Claude's hands on my nipples that he was twisting and pulling. There was a short pause, and I yelped when he dug the nails of his thumbs savagely into my soft nipples. I was gasping for breath trying to endure the pain but Father Michael held his hand over my mouth and a finger against one nostril which forced me to draw deep breaths from the little bottle. They worked as a team one ripping my tits as the other one fed me deep hits of poppers.

I wasn't tired anymore and I moaned in pleasure as his nails bit once more into my titties. They were now my pleasure titties that were making my boy cock hard. It was as if someone had taken a flash photograph, everything became white and I turned into cock. I loved the way my cock was vibrating with pleasure. Was it going to break? I hoped it would so my cock would open up and swallow me, so that I could be a cock, but then I remembered the delicious cock I had in my mouth, it was there for me to eat, to suck on, to get more thick cock cream like I licked down before.

Father Michael was moaning and half talking, telling me "Fuck my cock with your pussy mouth" and Father Claude saying "That's it my little cock toy, enjoy his dick, show the good father what a hungry cum pig you are." I started to come back to the real world again and Father Claude screamed "Give him another hit of the poppers, I'm going to start working his pussy."

In seconds I was back in that cock world but now I could feel Father Claude opening my ass with his tongue. I liked the way his tongue felt and pushed my ass down hard on his mouth, he had his whole tongue in my little ass and I found myself moving at the waist so it would shift my ass, as he licked that place deep inside me where my sex lives. Everything seemed to be happening at once, Father Michael was fucking my pussy mouth and I couldn't get his cock deep enough in my throat, it tasted so good.

My legs were on Father Claude's shoulders as he slipped more and more of his fingers in what he called "my cunt." Over and over I could hear him say "Yes, my baby fuck boy your Father is going to breed you today. I'm going to turn your ass into a hungry cunt that you will use to give pleasure to any man who wants it." He was pinching my sides and I heard myself trying to say through a throat filled with cock meat "I want to be your pussy boy Father, please make me a hungry cunt so I can swallow cock deep inside me."

At times my ass would start to burn and hurt something awful but soon they just kept that little bottle at my nose. I thought, he is going to tear my new little cunt in two when he started to put his cock club inside me, one minute I felt trapped and like my insides were being taken over and then the next minute I'd feel a wave of pleasure from that little bottle but most of all because that club cock was making me feel things inside that was better than life itself.

Soon my body would finish one spasm when I became a cock and cunt all at the same time but it would pass until I felt the tip of his cock bring me back time and time again to that special cock world. I grabbed onto his sweaty, hairy back as he rode my ass and pumped that spot deep inside me. I could feel those massive balls slapping into my ass until I could feel his cock bush rubbing my ass.

He screamed "Now you're my cum slut, my cunt boy." I felt him squirt so much liquid inside me that I wondered if he was pissing. After he pulled that club cock out of me it felt like my new pussy was so big and so wide open that it might never close again. Father Michael slid his cock out of my mouth and I could feel then taking turn licking and sucking on my ass, slurping up the cream and ass slime coming out. Father Michael brought his mouth to mine and we kissed as I slid my tongue in that slimy somewhat shitty cream. Father Michael rolled over on his back and picked up my head bringing it to his seeping cum cock and Father Claude picked me up at the waist, got underneath and started to suck and tongue my cock and balls. It was as if my body had now learned how to respond, I greedily sucked on Father Michael as Father Claude's fingers filled my ass bringing my hard pulsing peter to his soft wet mouth. Nothing is ever again quite as exciting as the first time you get fucked while sucking the cum from a man cock. Particularly if those thick squirts of his cock cream are going down your throat as your own cock spasms in another cocksucker's hungry mouth.

It was during the Holy Week of Easter and I realized that I had to go to confession before I could go to communion. I saw Father Michael and Father Daniel in the school hall talking to an eighth grader, Billy Finch, and I asked Father Michael if he would hear my confession. He said that he had an appointment with a parishioner and asked Father Daniel if he would hear it. I froze because I could confess to Father Michael about all the sex stuff but was afraid what Father Daniel might say or do if I told him about it. When I went into the confessional with Father Daniel, I tried to confess in very general terms and said "I had impure thoughts and deeds." He would not leave it at that and soon had full details out of me. Father Daniel told me what I had done was very wrong and it was really my fault for putting the other priests in temptation and in addition to my prayers of penance I was to go with him to the Parish parlor to get the corporeal punishment I deserved.

When I got there, he continued to berate me and told me that because of the evil deep inside me that he was sue that I had made a pact with the devil to bring down the priests even if I could no longer remember making such a pact. He told me that my only chance was to let him spank the devil out of my naked ass. I dropped my trousers and bent over his knees. He explained that I needed to take off all my clothes so that the devil could not hide in my clothing. His spanking hurt a great deal right from the beginning and as my ass became more irritated the strikes seemed to get almost unbearable.

I remember that at first only tears were rolling down my cheeks but I was soon sobbing uncontrollably. I stopped crying when I realized Father Daniel had stopped striking me and was now soothing the cheeks of my ass by gently rubbing them. I felt his fingers folding into the crevice of my ass as he gently rubbed a finger around my asshole. I could also feel his hard cock poking into my stomach as he leaned forward and his fingers were replaced with his wet tongue. He licked at my fuck hole for several minutes and then pushed me off his lap.

He stood up and started to remove his clothing when he said to me "I hope that you are satisfied because you and the devil are making me do this against my will. He was very hairy and smothered me with his tummy as he pulled me to him and said to me "Suck my cock, you bad evil boy and may God forgive you." I licked everywhere he told me to including his arm pits and feet in addition to his cock and hairy ass crack.

We kept on taking turns sucking each others cock and ass until he finally grabbed my head and kept forcing his dick down my throat until he came. He would not finish sucking me off but played with my nuts as I jacked myself off. When we were finished, he said that he was going to need several priests to help him exorcize the devil from me and that I should come on Wednesday to a meeting of the pensioners' sub committee to address my issue.

When I got into the meeting room there were Father Daniel, Father Michael and four other priests there from the retirement home. Another boy was also there, Billy Finch, who I had previously seen talking to Fathers Daniel and Michael. I did not really know Billy Finch because he was an eighth grader and about to graduate from St Mary's. They were all drinking and laughing. I could smell the alcohol and their eyes all had a glassy look, particularly Billy's. Father Daniel said to me "Billy is here to help you, as are we all, but we must have your full cooperation if we are to succeed. Even if it seems strange Alan, I want you to trust me and do as I say." I wasn't that dumb. This was no exorcism but just a good old-fashioned sex party. I thought to myself they can call it what they want, they can describe it anyway they want but this is my chance to play around with six grown men and another boy even if he is several years older than me.

Father Daniel said to all of us "We need to take off all our clothes in order to perform the exorcism." I looked at Billy who was the quickest one to undress. He was so beautiful. It took the older guys a lot longer to get out of their clothes. As soon as we were all naked Father Michael held me by the arm and said "Didn't I tell you he had a beautiful little cock? I'll bet we all want to taste that fucker." Everybody laughed but in that deep sexy way. There would be no more pretense as to why we were all there.

Father Daniel looked over to Billy and said to him "Go ahead; give Alan a little kiss, Billy." Then turned to me and said "Billy is going to play with you and make your pussy feel good. Do you think that you would like him to shove his cock up your ass? It's a lot of fun and I think you'll like it a lot."

I didn't say anything but Billy came over and kissed me sticking his tongue deep in my mouth and I felt real warm as he stroked my cock and put my hand on his cock. One of the older priests in the group said "Don't worry Alan; we have all night for Billy to slide his cock in and out of your ass. I need your help here first. Father Michael says you are a natural at sucking cock."

I went over to him. He must have been quite muscular when he was younger but now he just had a big hairy stomach and sort of had tits the way they hung down on his chest. I could not see his cock because of his stomach but he grabbed my hand and pulled me to it. "You are going to help me get hard Alan. Play with my cock and balls." His cock wasn't hard all the way but he had part of a stiffy. When I reached down and felt his balls I was surprised. They were huge and hung real low. I felt him push down on my shoulders and I knelt under his stomach but I smelled such a very strong unpleasant odor that I couldn't stop myself from pulling my head back. He said "Don't be frightened, it's just a little piss and shit, sometimes I don't wipe as clean as I should. I promise you that you are going to love that smell and taste."

I again started to move my head toward his cock and I noticed that there was skin covering the head of his cock. It was as if he could read my mind when he said "Maybe, you have never had an uncut dick before, Alan." Then added, "Just pull the skin down the head of my cock and use your little tongue to wiggle inside there." I did as he said and it had a tangy piss taste. I pulled my head back to look and make sure his cock wasn't too dirty and a squirt of piss hit me in the face. He laughed and all the other priests laughed with him. His squirt of piss turned into a heavy stream that he used to wet down my body. One of the priests started to applaud and another said "He is a cute little piss boy isn't he." At first his piss was nice and warm but now it was cold and everyone was looking at me. The priest that pissed on me grabbed my hand and brought it to his penis. He said in almost a whisper but everyone could clearly hear "Say Oink, Oink my little piggie and then suck the cum out of my cock."

I did exactly that. I said "Oink, Oink" in the same whisper sort of tone he used but he twisted my titties really hard and I was screaming "Oink, Oink" so loud I think that even the boys way over in the school could hear me. He was right I did kind of like his funky smell and taste as I sucked his cock and played with his balls. He started gradually to get hard, his cock getting fatter and fatter but it never got rock hard. He was groaning out loud and said to me "Yeah, you are a talented little whore the way you suck dick, you are going to be helping me a lot in the future."

Another man signaled for me to come over to him. I could feel his warmth as he held me between my legs and started to kiss me. He stopped and stuck a couple of fingers in his mouth and then he began to touch my ass and rub the outside of my asshole. He put his fingers back in his mouth and said "God I live the taste of your ass, boy" Then he slid a finger inside my hole and pushed it back and forth. He said "I'm making love to you Alan, I am finger fucking you pussy to get you ready to get fucked by Billy's cock."

Father Daniel picked me up and put me on the meeting room table. He did the same as the other priest but stuck two fingers up my hot hole. That felt good and I started to grip his fingers with my ass. He said to Billy "Get up here boy. The way he is grabbing my fingers with his ass, I think our slut boy is ready and anxious for your cock." Billy got up on the table and started to kiss me pushing me down on my back. One of the priests said "Let him anoint you, Billy. Let him show how much he wants to be fucked." I sat up again and Billy handed me a jar of lube. He told me to get my fingers covered with the lube and then use my fingers to grease up my hole. He didn't need to tell me to grease his cock next.

As I got again on my back Billy grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders I felt him slide his finger inside me and started to move it from side to side and then in a circle. Billy was older than me and had a man's cock compared with my still boy cock. I felt his cock at the entrance to my hole as he worked it inside. He must have worked about a quarter of his cock inside me when he seemed to withdraw it slightly and then shoved it all the way in.

I tilted my head backwards from the force of his thrust and saw that my head was between the legs of another priest. As he lowered his balls to my mouth, I sucked at his nuts greedily. Billy started to work his cock slowly inside me and I felt like I wanted to be even closer to him so I clutched onto his ass and held him to me as tight as I could. Billy's pace quickened and I began to moan with pleasure. The priest with his balls in my face told Billy to push me forward so that my head hung over the table. The priest stuck his cock in my mouth for a second or two before he started to push it in my throat. "For the love of God open your fucking throat, boy." he screamed at me. I thought that I was going to choke but then my throat opened and his cock was deep inside. I forgot about the cock in my mouth and concentrated on how it felt to be fucked by Billy. I was moaning louder than ever when he finally came. I felt so empty when he withdrew his cock from me and I felt his wet cum oozing out of my ass between my crack.

Another priest was in front of me. He must have done a lot of manual labor before he retired because he was still very muscular with a stocky thick body. I could feel my asshole tighten when I saw the size of his cock. It had to have been over twice as thick as Billy's. He said to me "We are going to have fun my little fuck slut. I love to fuck an ass already slick with cum." He kept on trying to get his cock in me but he was so big and I just could not relax. He stopped and said to me "You're going to take this fucking dick one way or another. You either help me to get it inside or I'll hold you down and force my cock in your hole." It didn't happen right away but he worked the head of his cock inside me but his shaft was thicker and I just couldn't seem to stretch any more. I felt him give another shove and my ass hole tore a bit but he was finally inside. I did not enjoy his fuck. All I could think about is trying to keep his big cock inside me long enough so that he could cum and it would be over.

I turned to my side and saw Father Michael sucking Billy. Father Michael said to Billy "God gave you a cock meant to be sucked." I saw and did a lot more sucking and fucking that day and even more in the years to come.

The years seemed to go by so quickly and I was about to graduate from the eighth grade and start high school. Here I was again as I had been a few years earlier about to enter the meeting room at the pensioners' home only this time I had my little friend Joey with me to introduce him to the priests. Joey was only seven, a year younger than I was when I first entered the room. I had been fucking and sucking with him for the last six months and I felt he was ready to take my place with the priests. It was to be my surprise.

The priest knew I was bringing a boy for a bit of fun and Joey knew that we were going over to the priests' retirement home but not exactly what for. When we entered the room, there were all the guys that I had been having sex with for years. They were a few years older but just as eager as ever to meet their new friend. As we entered the room I walked over to Father Michael and began kissing him and rubbing his cock.

One of the other priests got up and took Joey by the hand and led him back to the chair where he had been sitting. He sat, pulled Joey on his lap and started to stroke his face and tell him what a pretty boy he was. Without any coaxing I saw Joey's hand reach into the priest's cassock to find his cock. The priest smiled and laughed telling Joey how glad they were that he wanted to join them.

After graduation I was still without financial resources when Father Michael invited me over to meet Father Luke who was in charge of the local catholic high school. Father Michael explained my situation but hoped Father Luke could find some way to help me continue with my catholic education. I didn't need any explanation I knew the situation. It as the way Father Luke spread his legs and smiled at me as he licked his lips. He said "I've heard a lot about you, Alan." He unbuttoned his trousers and they fell to the floor. I walked over and knelt before him giving him a nice sliding suck of his cock with lots of tongue. I paused and said to him "I'll throw you a good fuck or do you want a suck first." Father Luke said to Father Michael, "Yes, he is cooperative. I'll have no problem finding him a place at the high school." Then he turned to me and said "If you really work hard and do everything you are told, I might even be able to arrange an accommodation at a catholic university some time in the future. But you would have to be very special Alan and very good." I gently pushed him back so that he was sitting, spread his legs a little wider and began to lick at the tip of his cock before plunging my mouth down the nine inches to his pubes as I milked his cock with my throat.

"Oh yes, you are very talented . . . and very good." he said to me.

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