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Another Mike the Soccer Coach
Part 3:  Sam's Place 1

By DannyR  (MM, M/b, MMM/b, oral, incest)
Copyright 2005.  All rights reserved


Author's Notes:  Father Flanagan is waiting at his family's restaurant, and 
remembering his own first experience there, with his Grampa Leo, his uncle 
and great-uncle -- when he was only six.  Coach Mike, his son Jimmy, and 
Jimmy's best friend, 10-year-old Andy, will be back in action in Part 4.  
Along with John and Joshua.  And don't forget:  Inquiring authors want to 
know -- what did you think?  So put fingers to a  dried-off, cleaned-up 
keyboard and start by typing:  dr_harris_81@hotmail.com.

Disclaimer:  Some folks don't understand the difference between reality and
fantasy.  These stories aren't true.  Never happened.  Never will.  And
anyone who tries in real life needs to be shot, drawn and quartered, and
then subjected to the harshest penalties the law will allow.  As long as
that's clear, read on.

Part 3:  Sam's Place 1



Sam's Place was perfect for what Father Sean had set up.  It was a big, 
old-fashioned restaurant-bar, with a lot of dark wood, and dimly lit.  He 
was in a large booth in the back "family" area.  He had fond memories of 
this booth.  It was in this same booth that he'd first learned the joys of 
public sex.

***

Back then it had been owned by his great-uncle, Big Sam.  His 
twenty-year-old uncle, Little Sam (mom's brother and named after Big Sam), 
also worked there.  Grampa Leo had brought him, telling him that at six he 
was a big boy who ought to learn other fun things about sex.  Sean couldn't 
imagine what could be more fun than his daddy, and his grampas, and his 
uncles taking him to bed and fucking his boy cunt and sucking his little 
cock or letting him suck their dicks and swallow all their hot tasty cum.  
But he was about to find out.

When they got there, Grampa Leo had led him to the booth.  Unlike modern 
booths which tended to be cramped to get more booths and more people in, Big 
Sam's booths were spacious, with wide seats, a nice-sized table, and plenty 
of room to be comfortable.  Grampa sat on the left side, slid back a little 
and then lifted Sean onto the seat.  Grampa scooted back into the corner, 
and Sean scooted next to him.  On the opposite side, Big Sam was back in the 
corner, and Little Sam sat next to him.  Both had big smiles on their faces.

Johnny, Big Sam's eighteen-year-old waiter, came up right away, balancing a 
tray with a large glass of merlot for Big Sam, a Bud for Little Sam, Glen 
Fiddich for Grampa, and a glass of Dr. Pepper for Sean.  Grampa said they'd 
order later, but to bring another round in a little while.  He also told 
Sean he needed to be quiet for a while, since he had to talk some things 
over with his uncles.  That was fine with Sean.  He'd been to the restaurant 
before, but they'd always sat out front at one of the tables when they'd had 
dinner or lunch, so everything in this back place was new and interesting.  
He liked new and interesting things, especially the prick bulges he could 
see on the men.  He liked watching the waiters and the male diners - and 
realized that there weren't any girls or women back here - and wondering 
what their cocks and balls would look like.

He was watching a man across the aisle whose legs were spread kind of wide, 
and who had a thick dick stretching the material down the leg of his slacks. 
  He reached between his legs and squeezed his meat a little.  Sean watched 
open-mouthed and when he looked up at the man's face, the man winked at him! 
  That's why Sean really didn't hear when the men in his booth cut cards, 
agreeing that high card went first, or pay much attention to Big Sam saying 
"Hot damn!  I'm first," or Grampa saying he liked sloppy thirds.

He started paying attention, though, when Grampa put his arm around him, and 
hugged him, and then slid his big hand down his back, inside the stretch 
waistband of his shorts, down his bare butt - Grampa told him not to wear 
underwear today - and one finger began nuzzling his tight little boy-hole.

"Uh, Grampa, we're not supposed ta...."

"It's okay, little one."

"But Grampa, it's a secret, you said it was, and, and, somebody might 
see...."  He gasped as a fingertip went up inside his lightly lubed ass.

"Hush, Sean, just relax.  That's the point.  That's the new fun thing."

"Huh?"

Grampa Leo spoke softly, and the finger wriggling deeper helped to distract 
Sean.  "You know how we get horny for your mouth and your hole, and take you 
into one of our bedrooms and fuck you or suck your little dick?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well, Sean, some men like to have sex where there's a chance they might get 
caught, or where strangers can watch them.  See, they're kind of scared, and 
they breathe a little faster than usual, but they're turned on even more."  
Sean still looked puzzled, and then Leo remembered.  "Sean, you remember 
when we went to the zoo last week, and you needed to pee and I took you in 
the toilet?"

"Uh-huh."

"Remember how it was just a big tiled place, and you had to pee on the floor 
and your pee ran down into a hole?"

Sean did remember.  Grampa had pulled his shorts and undies down around his 
ankles, and told him not to worry if other men or boys saw his bare butt and 
his prick, that they were all just men and used to it.  And then Grampa had 
hauled his big cock and balls out of the zipper in his pants, and started to 
pee real hard.  Sean watched him for a moment, started his own pee stream, 
and that's when he realized that the man on his left had moved up right next 
to him.  Sean looked over and his eyes went wide.

The man's dick was huge!  It wasn't hard but looked like it was half there.  
The man held it with his left hand, holding it out like he might start 
peeing, giving Sean a good look.  Sean looked up at his Grampa and then down 
and saw that Grampa had stopped peeing, and he was holding his dick just 
like the man, only with his right hand, and his dick was hard!  Grampa 
squeezed it and moved his hand just a little.  He was looking at the man, 
and gave a slight nod, so Sean looked back at him.  Now the man's dick was 
all hard and leaking.  Sean licked his lips.  So far he'd never sucked any 
dicks except for relatives.  The man groaned at the sight of the little boy 
staring at his long hard meat and licking his lips.  He switched hands, 
started stroking his cock with his right hand, staring down at the 
half-naked little boy, whose own cocklet was standing stiff and straight 
out, then looking at the impressive meat Grampa had, then back again, 
stroking faster - and that's when they heard the creak of the door.

With a murmured "shit!" the man turned away from then and quickly headed for 
the stalls, his stiff cock thrust out before him, but hidden from anyone 
just coming in.  Sean turned to look at Grampa, but Grampa had his own cock 
and balls back inside his pants.  Just as a new man came into the toilet 
area, Grampa finished pulling up Sean's undies and shorts, and then took his 
hand so they could leave.

"See, Sean, that man was really turned on by doing all that out in public, 
or at least in a john where he might get caught.  And your grampa liked it 
too.  And so do your uncles.  And from the way your little dick was hard, I 
thought maybe you might like it too."

Sean didn't say anything, but he did wiggle a little so Grampa's finger 
could go deeper, and he clutched his stiff little boy cock.  He glanced over 
at the table, where the man was still watching and still squeezing his cock 
through his pants.  Yeah, he did like it.  He nodded.

"You want to know what your uncles like?"  Sean nodded.  "Well, Little Sam 
here likes to get fucked, just like you do.  Isn't that right?"

Little Sam grinned, and went on playing with himself.  "Nothing like a big 
cock crammed up your ass, is there, kiddo?"

Sean grinned back.

"Well, your uncle likes it best when he's getting fucked in a toilet.  
Sometimes in a stall where some man shoves his cock through a hole in the 
wall and into your uncle's man cunt, other times out in the open in the pee 
place."

Sean moaned a little at the thought.

"Now Big Sam, he likes toilets, too.  But he likes it out in the woods best. 
  He likes to take little boys like you, or teens or men, with him to a 
special park, and down a trail and then into the bushes to a clearing.  And 
he takes off all their clothes, and his, and he sucks their dicks, and they 
suck his, and once he's good and wet he puts them on all fours -"

"That's a puppy-fuck!" Sean blurted, squirming on the long finger up his 
hole.

"Yeah, boy, a puppy-fuck for a little boy, a doggy-fuck for someone older.  
And sometimes other men and boys will follow them and stand around and 
watch, and they'll take out their dicks, and move close and talk dirty and 
jack off over Big Sam and whoever he's fucking.  And Big Sam cums bigger and 
harder that way than almost any other way."

"Oh, wow! Uncle Sam.  That's so cool!"  He looked across the table at his 
uncles.  "Can I go with you?  To the park?  The toilet place?"

Big Sam smiled back.  "Sure, kiddo, but first we're all gonna do something 
different.  You want our cocks up your hole?"

"Oh, yeah," Sean moaned.

"Well, we're all gonna fuck you."  Sean whimpered.  He loved getting fucked 
by two or three men together.  "Right here."

Sean's mouth dropped open and he sat very still.  Except for raising his 
hips a little as grampa slid his finger out of his hole.  "H-h-here?"

Grampa Leo tousled the back of his head.  "That's right, boy.  Now go on the 
other side and sit in Big Sam's lap."

Sean was a very obedient boy.  So he did what he was told, and got off the 
edge of the seat, went to the other side of the table, where Little Sam 
picked him up and then turned toward Big Sam, so Sean could kneel on the 
wood between them, hidden from anyone casually glancing over.  Sean gasped.  
His uncle's fat cock was standing straight up from the fly of his pants, and 
it was oozing precum.  It took only a small push from Little Sam's hand for 
Sean to lean forward and suck his uncle's dick down into his talented mouth. 
  He loved getting cock slick before it went in his hole.  He didn't even 
pause when Little Sam tugged his shorts down to his knees, and stuck two 
fingers up his little hole, stroking in and out a couple of times to loosen 
him a little bit.

Big Sam put his finger under Sean's chin and lifted his head up and off the 
dripping rod.  He turned Sean around, and while Little Sam supported the 
young boy, Big Sam twisted in place, leaned forward, connected the oozing 
plum-sized head of his cock with the tiny anus, and then shoved, while 
pulling Sean toward him.  The head and half his shaft popped right in, but 
all Sean gave was a muffled whimper.  Holding Sean carefully, he tugged his 
hips again and was buried to his hairy pubes in boy cunt.  He shifted again, 
Little Sam turned back, and to anyone passing by, there were three men in a 
restaurant booth, with a little boy seated on the lap of one.

With his left hand, Big Sam lifted the wine to his lips, while his right 
began to play with Sean's tiny stiff pricklet.  In spite of the pain in his 
boy cunt, Sean was in heaven. He couldn't raise up and down very much, but 
he could certainly wiggle and use his ass muscles to squeeze and release the 
hot, hard meat thrust inside him.  It was Big Sam's turn to softly moan.  
He'd been thinking about this ever since his brother-in-law Leo had come up 
with the idea.  Fucking his great-nephew in his own restaurant, seated in a 
booth, and then when they were all done -"  He moaned again.  He'd held back 
from sex for the last two days, and he had been on a hair trigger already 
with anticipation and then the story again about the zoo toilet.  He 
couldn't take it any more.  He set the wine down, wrapped his arms around 
his tiny nephew, and buried his face in the boy's hair like he was giving 
him an affectionate kiss.  He whispered just loud enough for the other two 
men to hear, "C'mon boy, fuck your little cunt on Uncle's big prick.  
Squeeze me, boy-fag, make me cum."  Oblivious to anything else for the 
moment, Big Sam began small thrusts of his hips while holding the boy tight, 
felt the ass muscles squeezing and releasing, and then he held very still as 
his balls began to unload with shot after shot of scalding hot cum into the 
boy's shitter.  When he was done, they were very still for a moment.

Little Sam broke the silence with an eager, whispered, "My turn."  He 
reached over and stroked Sean's cheek.  "You wanta get fucked by your other 
Uncle Sam?"  Sean nodded.

It took a little doing, and doing it slowly, but after a few minutes Sean 
was seated on his other uncle's lap.  Little Sam was taking a break from 
waiting tables since the early evening rush hadn't started yet, and his long 
apron was pulled up and draped over his left forearm.  With his hand on the 
table, no one could see the half-naked boy with a second cock up his cunt, 
not even the man who had been watching covertly, while draining several 
beers, and wondering if what the fuck he thought was happening in that booth 
could actually be happening.

Little Sam was as much on the edge as Big Sam had been, even though he'd 
gotten a blow job from Johnny a little earlier to try to help him hold back. 
  It wasn't working worth a fuck.  Knowing that the wetness around his dick 
was the little boy's ass juices and an enormous load of fuck slime from Big 
Sam, combined with the tight slide in until the boy's damp butt was on his 
zipper, made the knob end of his cock start tingling, and his guts tighten, 
and his balls start drawing up.  He didn't care where they were, he put his 
hands on the tiny shoulders, bent the boy slightly forward and with a 
barely-restrained grunt lifted his hips while holding the boy down, and then 
began unloading his cum-gift into the kid.  Sean shuddered, but he still 
hadn't had his own dry cum yet.

Below the table, Grampa Leo squeezed his own meat.  He'd noticed the man at 
the table across from them watching, and realized there was hard dick under 
the large linen napkin covering his lap.  He decided on a change in plans, 
and moved the second part up a bit.  "I need to piss like a race horse, so 
let me take Sean with me.  He probably does, too."

The two uncles looked in surprise at Leo, recognized the flicker of his eyes 
to the right, and Big Sam casually looked around.  He saw the man across the 
aisle and nodded slightly.

Sean never argued with adults.  If Grampa Leo said Sean had to pee then Sean 
had to pee.  With some more shifting around, and careful movements, he had 
his thin shorts back in place and he was seated between his uncles.  Except 
Little Sam had his palm under Sean's butt and was rubbing the fabric up 
inside his still-open boy cunt.  Sean could feel some of the cum oozing out. 
  He was dismayed at the thought of a big wet stain on his shorts, right 
where his butt hole was, and how embarrassing it would be to walk through 
the restaurant where anyone could see.  Embarrassing, but his little prick 
didn't go soft, either.

Grampa Leo got out of the booth, and Little Sam lifted Sean up and set him 
on his feet next to his grampa.  Leo took his grandson's left hand and then 
looked right at the man across the aisle.  The man started to turn away, but 
didn't for some reason, and then caught the very tiny tilt of Leo's head in 
the direction the old man and the little boy started walking.  The man 
turned back to his table and the movement of his head might have been a nod 
of understanding - and might not.

It was.  A moment or so later, he got up and turned to follow Leo and the 
boy.  Out of the corner of his eye he saw the two men in the booth, men who 
he was certain had just fucked a tiny boy in that booth, smiling at him.  
The younger one nodded, too, and tilted his head briefly in that same 
direction.  He walked on.  Behind him, Little Sam and Big Sam left the booth 
and went in separate directions, Big Sam to his office, and Little Sam to 
the cashier's desk.

The man followed the pair down a short hallway, past the doors marked for 
men and women, and then watched the two go through an unmarked door at the 
end of the hall.  He hesitated, but decided he could always claim he was 
lost - curious about what was behind the door, but lost.  He went through.  
There was another and longer hall, dimly lit, and at the far end was a door 
marked as a men's room, with the door just swinging shut.  He sped up and 
went in.

The men's room was brightly lit.  To the right of the door were three sinks 
and a large mirror.  Beyond the wall at the end of the sinks was a very 
old-fashioned place for taking a piss or a shit - or, it was clear, doing 
other things.

To the left were five toilet stalls, but with wooden doors and the sides 
made of wood.  There was a good 18" opening between the floor and the bottom 
of the walls.  And there were holes in the doors.  Not the kind of peephole 
in some toilet doors where you could barely look through to see what was 
outside, but at least without too much risk of someone straight noticing and 
getting offended.  Nope, these holes were gloryholes.  At least two in each 
door at different heights.  Nice and smooth, too.  The man's dick surged 
again to a full hard at the thought of standing outside a toilet stall and 
shoving his cock through the gloryhole for some eager cocksucker to gulp on.

The pissing area was really old-fashioned.  He wondered briefly how the 
health inspectors let it pass.  No gleaming urinals.  Not even a big rusty 
trough with trickling water.  Instead the water was trickling down a tiled 
wall as wide as the toilet stall area, and into the groove running along the 
floor in the direction of the hole next to the wall that separated the sinks 
from the stalls and "urinal."  You obviously stood at the line of dark tile 
on the floor, unzipped and pissed at the wall or the floor.

Which is just what the old man and the little boy were doing.  The man 
joined them.  The little boy was standing to the right of the old man, his 
shorts down on the floor, his bare butt gleaming in the light.  His little 
cock was very stiff and he wasn't peeing.  The old man had an impressive 
piece of meat hanging out of his pants, maybe half hard, holding it with his 
left hand, and as the man came up he gave it a slight squeeze.  The cock 
twitched and got a tiny bit longer.  They both turned their heads to look at 
him as he stood there with his hand on his zipper and a very obvious bulge 
in his pants.

Time to shit or get off the pot.  But he was sure he'd read all the signals 
right.  He unzipped and hauled out his own thick uncut cock, fully hard, 
skin pulled back, and precum oozing from a wide piss slit.  When he looked 
towards them after his display, he quickly saw the old man's cock was hard.  
Maybe eight inches, so a bit longer than his own, but not quite as big 
around.  "I'm Leo.  This is my grandson Sean."

Oh, man.  A grandfather and a tiny grandson.  Not even in his dreams had he 
thought he'd get to play with a pair like that.  Well, in his dreams, maybe, 
but definitely not in real life.  And here he was in a toilet, where someone 
could walk in at any moment and the fucking door didn't even creak to give a 
warning, with a grandfather who was unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his 
pants, and bending over to shove pants and boxers down to the floor.  The 
man's cock spurted precum as he said, "I'm Terry."

"You want my grandson's virginity?"  Leo smiled at the puzzled look on 
Terry's face.  After all, if the boy really had been getting fucked by two 
men in that booth, he clearly wasn't a virgin.  "Oh, not that kind of 
virginity.  It's just that he's never sucked cock or been fucked outside the 
family."

"Out -."  Terry gulped.  "Outside the family?"

"Yeah.  He's been sucking his daddy's dick since he was a toddler, started 
deep throating him at four, and his daddy fucked him first when he was five. 
  Since then he's been getting dicked regularly by his grandfathers, his 
uncles, and his older brothers, and a few cousins.  But nobody outside the 
family yet.  But it's time.  So you want to be the first stranger to fuck 
his throat and fuck his six-year-old boy cunt?"

Terry's "Christ, yes!" wasn't really necessary, given the way he was jacking 
his cock.

"Get your pants down, then, and on the floor, because I'm not waiting much 
longer to get my dick up that sloppy wet hole."

Terry practically ripped his pants, he was moving so fast, and dropped down 
almost hard enough to hurt his knees.  The dark-haired little boy, with his 
wide dark eyes, was already down on all fours.  He leaned forward to rest 
his hands on Terry's thighs and then put his little mouth down on the head 
of Terry's cock.  His tiny tongue swiped around the glans and down the piss 
slit, and then he moved his head and several inches went inside his mouth.



	Sean was in almost-heaven.  He had his mouth on the hard cock of a complete 
stranger, and he could smell the musky scent of the man's crotch, and his 
grampa had a couple of fingers up his butt, pulling out some of the mixed 
cum and ass juices to slick up his meat.  Heaven, though, would be when 
grampa had his dick all the way up his boy cunt, and the stranger's prick 
all the way down his throat.

Leo's cock nudged the dilated ass lips of the little boy as he put his hands 
on his grandson's hips.  He caught Terry's eye, mouthed "together" - it 
wasn't a suggestion - and Terry lowered his hands to hold the boy's head in 
place.  Seconds later the boy was in fuck heaven.  Somewhat painful fuck 
heaven, since his grampa had shoved really hard to get his dick buried to 
his fat low-hanging balls in his grandson's asshole, and the stranger had 
done the same down his throat and he was having a little trouble breathing.  
But Sean loved it.  Especially when they pulled out at the same, just 
leaving their cock heads buried inside his holes and then slid them back in 
again.  Just as the stranger's pubes reached the boy's nose so he could 
inhale that delicious smell again, Sean suddenly had his first orgasm, 
whimpering and moaning around the cocks inside him, his mouth and throat 
muscles squeezing and releasing several times, which just turned the adults 
on even more.

When Sean subsided, Leo was too turned on to hold back.  Although he was 
generally good for a long hard fuck, planning this thing, watching his 
brother-in-law and nephew fuck his grandson in a restaurant booth, then 
engineering a stranger to join them was too fucking much.  With just a few 
more very hard strokes he was blasting the tiny boy hole so full of spooge 
that it began oozing around his cock and into his pubes.

Terry had stopped his frantic face fucking when he realized the old man was 
going to cum so fast.  Not that he wasn't that far off himself.  But he 
really wanted his first cum with a little boy to be inside the boy's cunt.  
The old man and his grandkid didn't know they were helping Terry lose his 
own virginity when it came to little boys.  He watched Leo pull his 
softening cock, covered with cum and slime, out of the boy's hole, and then 
Leo sat back on his haunches.

Sean had cum again while his grampa was doing the same thing, but the 
stranger hadn't and he was disappointed.  But then the stranger was easing 
his cock out of his mouth, and turning him around to face his grampa.  He 
loved sucking ass juices and cum off man cock so Sean got right to work, and 
groaned around his grampa's meat when the stranger's thick cock rammed up 
inside his boy hole.  And kept on ramming.  Terry held the little boy's hips 
tight, his large hands almost enough to circle the kid's body, as he began 
thrusting harder and faster, not caring whether it pissed off the kid's 
grandfather that he was swearing at the boy, calling him a dirty faggot slut 
boycunt, a fucking ass whore, and everything else he could think of until he 
gave one final hard shove that would have thrown the kid face first into his 
grandfather except for Terry's hold.  And then it was Terry's turn to fill 
the kid's cunt with cum while Sean writhed through yet another orgasm.

A few minutes later Terry lost another kind of virginity.  He was flat on 
his back with his mouth on the raw, gaping asshole of a little boy, his 
tongue as far inside as it could go, lapping and slurping down the cum of 
four men, including his own - while the grandfather was cleaning up Terry's 
dick.  Amazingly, after such a gut-busting cum, he found himself getting 
hard again, but that quickly changed when a man's voice said, "Well, well, 
well."

Terry tensed and started to panic, but Leo put a hand on his hairy belly, 
and said, "Relax.  This is Big Sam and Little Sam, you know, the guys you 
watched fuck Sean out in the booth?"

Terry's tight muscles visibly relaxed and he grunted as much of a "yes" as 
he could, given that he was still working on the boy cunt above him.  With 
Leo's stroking, he was hard again in moments.  A voice, probably the younger 
one's although for obvious reasons Terry couldn't see who was speaking, 
said, "Man, what a cock.  You like gloryholes, man?"

Terry had gotten everything he could out of the little boy's hole, but he 
needed to swallow first, so he helped the kid off him.  His mouth was wide 
open and he could see the other two men standing above him, stroking their 
hard pricks and staring down at his wide open mouth, his lips and face 
greasy with slime, and his tongue covered in cum.  He started to close his 
lips, but the younger one - Little Sam? - quickly told him to stop.  He 
dropped to his knees beside Terry and bent over.

"Man, I love suckin' cum outa assholes, but if I can't, sharin' it is great? 
  Can we?"  Terry blinked his eyes, nodded and Little Sam lowered his mouth, 
giving Terry another first, sharing a mouthful of cum from several men, 
including his own, with one of the men who'd "donated" the cum in the first 
place.  When they'd each swallowed a share, Little Sam lifted his head and 
reached out to grab onto Terry's swollen rod.  "So, wadda ya say?"

Terry's confused expression caused Big Sam to laugh.  "We raised a t-room 
slut, mister.  He loves gloryholes and he asked if you liked them, too."  He 
waved a hand toward the toilet stalls with the gloryholes in the doors, and 
obviously, gloryholes in the walls as well.

Terry grinned, and his cock twitched in the jacking hand.  "Love 'em."

"Cool!"  Little Sam stood up, helped Terry to his feet and practically 
dragged him, stumbling over the pants around his ankles, to the stalls.  He 
pushed one door open for Terry and another for himself.  "Uh, you mind if 
they watch?"

Terry's smile got even bigger.  "Fuck no.  Bigger fucking turnon having 
people peering through the doors to watch me and mouth fuck or ass fuck some 
guy through a hole."

"No need to peer in Sam's place.  If you want, there's a catch that'll keep 
the door open."

Which is what they did.  Grampa, Big Sam and Sean got turned on all over 
again as they watched Little Sam strip naked, wet his own fingers with spit 
and shove them up his hole a couple of times to loosen it up, and then bend 
over so they could all see Terry's rampant prick shove through the gloryhole 
and right up Little Sam's man cunt.

Over the next couple of hours they had a gloryhole fuck fest.  Little Sam 
got his hole filled with cum by the other men.  Grampa fucked Terry and 
sucked off Sean.  Johnny the waiter came in and got sucked off through a 
door hole by his boss, and then dropped to his knees to return the favor.  
But Sean was of course the star of the show, getting fucked and sucked and 
sucking in so many combinations, and cumming so many times, so hard, that 
eventually he just passed out with the last dick of the evening in his 
sloppy gaping hole:  his third stranger, the bus boy.  He never even felt 
the last load of cum that went up inside him.

The last thing he remembered was being home in his own bed, with his daddy 
gently cleaning all the cum and slime out of Sean's well-used boy cunt - 
with his mouth and tongue.  Once daddy was done, Sean sighed and went right 
to sleep.

***

Father Sean came out of his reverie.  Pleased with the memories, and blessed 
with a fine hardon.  He took a sip of his wine and then smiled as he saw his 
first guests arrive.  John White, the soccer coach at Jackson Elementary 
(where Mike Carter was assistant coach), and his adorable six-year-old son 
Josh, were being guided to the booth by Sam.

It was still Sam's Place, although when Big Sam was in a car wreck several 
years ago and became paralyzed from the waist down, "Little" Sam - currently 
51 to Father Sean's 37 - took over running the bar and restaurant.  Although 
he couldn't move his legs, Big Sam's cock still worked, and so the men in 
the family made sure he still had as much cock and ass (man and boy) as he 
wanted to keep him happy.  Father Sean had dropped by to suck him off just 
the night before last.

John was looking distinctly nervous, despite Father Sean having assured him 
during the phone call that set this up, that he would be very happy as a 
result of coming to talk with the priest.  Little Josh, blond, blue-eyed, a 
little on the plump side, wasn't nervous at all.  He liked Father Sean.

The priest stood up to welcome his guests and John's eyes bulged out at the 
sight of a very thick, very long, very hard cock running down the left leg 
of the priest's trousers.  John was tempted to play the dutiful father and 
cover his delicate son's eyes from the shocking sight, but his little boy 
knew very well what a man's hard cock looked like, even though up to now the 
only stiff meat he'd seen or sexed was his daddy's.  "Oh, daddy, look.  
Father has a big dickie."

Fortunately, the boy didn't say it very loud, so maybe the man escorting 
them to the table hadn't heard.  Sam had, of course, and silently agreed 
that his nephew did indeed have a very big dickie.  John still blushed, 
although he knew good and well that the priest was aware of everything he 
had done to his little boy, practically a fuck-by-fuck tale of his young 
life.  He felt his own cock beginning to spring to life and was grateful 
that they were immediately seated and his meat was out of sight.

But not out of mind.  Not for Father Sean, who wanted to know - up close and 
personal - what John's cock was like, although not quite as much as he 
wanted to know about little Josh's cock and cunt.  That was for later.  
Right now he played the dutiful host, made sure John had wine - which Sam 
would be sure to keep on refilling - and Josh had something as well.  And 
then, over appetizers, Father Sean started to talk.

"Once upon a time," the priest said with a smile and a glance at Josh, 
"there was a six-year-old boy named Sean.  And he came to this restaurant 
with his grandfather...."

Father and son perked up when cocks got mentioned and listened intently.  
The priest glanced at his watch - right on schedule - and went on with the 
story.

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