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Another Mike the Soccer Coach
Part 5:  A Religious Experience 2

By DannyR  (MM, M/b, MMM/b (10), oral, anal, incest, priest, pedo)
Copyright 2005.  All rights reserved


Author's Notes:  Don't forget, guys:  Inquiring authors want to know -- what 
did you think?  So when you're done, put your fingers to a  dried-off, 
cleaned-up keyboard and start by typing:  dr_harris_81@hotmail.com.

DISCLAIMER:  Some folks apparently have trouble distinguishing between 
fantasy and reality.  This story is a fantasy.  It didn't happen.  Never 
will.  And anyone who attempts to do in real life all or any of the things 
depicted in the story needs to be hanged, then drawn and quartered, and then 
turned over to the law for the harshest penalties the law allows.  Now that 
we're clear on what's what, and what's not, read on.


#5:  A Religious Experience 2



"Bless me, father, for I have sinned."

A new voice.  Father Sean hadn't seen the man before he entered the 
confessional.  The voice was a deep bass, rich, cultured.  None of which fit 
the general image of the parishioners and others who attended mass at St. 
Pius, or whose children attended the parish school system in which Father 
Sean taught and coached a mostly-winning soccer team for preteen boys.  "How 
long has it been since your last confession, my son?"

"A month, father."

"Ah.  And just how have you sinned since then?"  Father Sean stifled a yawn. 
  Mike, the assistant soccer coach at Jackson Elementary, one of St. Pius' 
soccer rivals, had been so grateful for the priest providing him with the 
opportunity to meet another pedo father and fuck the man's six year old son, 
that he'd arranged a get-together between Father Sean and nine-year-old 
Chris - one of the boys regularly getting sexed by Mike.  It had been a kind 
of late night, especially with such an enthusiastic boy-fuck, and expert 
cocksucker, as little Chris.  A real slut who liked to get used, but kind of 
tough.  He knew what he wanted, and demanded that he get it.  Father Sean 
had done his best to oblige, and his best was very good indeed.

"Well, in deeds and in thoughts."

"Tell me of the deeds, my son."

There was such a long pause that Father Sean almost prompted the man with 
another "my son?" when he began speaking.  "I have a ten inch cock, Father.  
Fairly thick, not unreasonably so.  Big balls that are always full of cum.  
I get hard easy and often.  So I like to cum."

"You sound blessed, my son.  Other men experience the same desires.  How are 
you any different?"

Okay.  So the priest wasn't impressed by the size of his meat.  As far as 
swallowing ten inches, that was a matter of been-there-done-that for Father 
Flanagan, as Joseph well knew.  Wrong tack.  "I'm horny almost all the time, 
Father."

The silence from the other side of the confessional screen fairly screamed, 
"So the fuck what?"  Joseph hurried on, "And, well, I've been having sex 
with other men.  A lot of them."

More silence, and waiting.  Joseph couldn't believe he was making such a 
mess of this, not when he was so in control of himself.  "Well, right after 
I finished my last confession, I went to a toilet in Hanover Park and got a 
blowjob through a gloryhole."

Joseph was determined to make the priest lose control, so Joseph could 
manipulate him into doing what he wanted.  He needed to unnerve him with his 
confession.  "I was still horny, so the man gave up his ass to me and I went 
into his stall and fucked him while he was bent over the toilet.  He wasn't 
very good looking but damn he had a tight asshole.  He grunted really loud 
when I shoved it up inside him.  He worked my cock really good and it was a 
great cum."

"Did you reciprocate?"

What the fuck kind of question was that for a priest?  He was supposed to 
admonish him for his sin of gay sex.  And hell, no, he didn't fucking 
reciprocate.  The most he ever did was jack a guy off while fucking him, but 
only if it would humiliate him in some way.  He was a goddamn top, and men 
had the duty to please him.  He wanted to blurt out the explanation, or 
justification, but managed to just say, "No, Father."

"Go on, my son."

Joseph hurriedly got his mental list back in place.  Goddamn it, he was a 
goddamn good accountant, and accountants were goddamn good at lists.  "I, 
uh, well -"  Jesus fucking Christ on a crutch.  Now he was stammering about 
who the fuck he'd fucked and been sucked by.

"I went to Club Max, you know, the best fu - uh, best club in town, and got 
the guy at the gate to give me a blowjob in the alley.  He's married and has 
a couple of kids.  Talked him into giving up his cherry ass to me, too.  
Hairy, hard buns, tight hole, a great fuck.

"I've got an intern working for me, a high school senior, queer as a three 
dollar bill though you might not guess, since he looks like a football 
player.  Bent him over my desk and got his cherry, too.  He was crying when 
he sucked me off afterwards, but those were tears of happiness.  I've gotten 
two blowjobs and three fucks from him since my last confession.

"I had a client who was behind on his payments suck me off in his office, 
and then he agreed to get his lover to let me fuck him in their bed, in 
exchange for an extension of time.

"I went to my gym and got three blowjobs over a 90-minute period.  Once in 
the showers from a college student, once in the steam room from some man in 
his 60's, and once right out in the locker room where anyone could have 
walked in from the gym owner.

"One of my clients is a large corporation.  I fucked the CEO in his office, 
down on all fours, with his Armani suit still on, except for his pants and 
boxers down at his knees.  When I left he was licking up his own cum.  I had 
to use the toilet before I left the building, and I got the CEO's assistant 
to come with me, clean up his boss' cum and ass juices and then suck me 
off."

He waited, and after a short while, the priest asked, "And did you 
reciprocate with any of these men?"

Well, hell, no.  He was the fucking top, right?  He had this weird desire to 
really confess why he was in the confessional booth, and explain, but all he 
said was, "No."

Still more silence.  Joseph let it ride, and after another short time, the 
priest said, "And are these all of your sins in deed since your last 
confession?"

Jesus.  Nothing fazed this man.  So Joseph played his second-to-last trump 
card.

"I fucked Bishop Bernardi four times since my last confession."

Bishop Bernardi was one of the last priests Father Sean could imagine taking 
it up the ass.  The silence was provocative, as if the man confessing 
expected him to react with horror or amazement, but the priest let it last 
only a moment, before he said calmly, "Go on, my son."

Joseph Howard had to give the priest points for control.  Not many men could 
react with no emotion to the news that their boss was regularly getting his 
ass dicked.  Okay, details then.

"He likes getting dicked pretty regular.  About a week after my last 
confession, I fucked his ass in the back of his car.  His driver was 
watching, as usual, so when I was finished cumming, I had the driver drop 
spit on his own dick to get himself a bit slick, and then he climbed on and 
fucked the bishop, while the bishop cleaned my dick with his mouth.  I think 
he came when I did the second time, but I'm not really sure.

"Four days later, we had a meeting in his office.  He just wanted to suck me 
off, but I made him give up his ass again, and this time I fucked him so 
that he had a nice cum stain on his pants.  I told him he had to leave it 
there the rest of the day or I wouldn't sex him again.  He panicked, but I'm 
sure he did it.

"We had a really quick fuck in a toilet at a charity fund raiser.  He really 
can't get enough of my meat."

More silence.  More non-reaction from the priest, except for a very quiet, 
"That's three."

Okay.  Last trump card.  And this one ought to blow him away, have him 
begging Joseph to keep quiet.  "The fourth time was a week ago.  About this 
time.  We were in a church.  We saw a priest with a big dick thrust out of 
his slacks come out of a confessional.  When the priest knelt down and 
started sucking off the man who came out the other side of the confessional, 
Bishop Bernardi begged me to give him a hard fucking.

"He doesn't really like spit fucks, but he was so turned on by the sight of 
the priest laying on his back on a bench across the church, while this man 
with a long slender dick mouth fucked him, that he didn't care.  The bishop 
came when the young man fucking the priest's throat did, and I made him do 
it in his robe so everyone could see.  Bishop Bernardi was apparently very 
turned on by the man's fantasies about fucking his baby boy while he was 
being fucked by the priest and he was sucking some man named Don.  I didn't 
cum until the priest did, right down the throat of the parishioner, and me 
up the ass of the bishop.  When we were done, I played with his hole so he'd 
have a big cum stain front and back."

"And was that the last of your sins of deed since your last confession, my 
son?"

Goddamn it!  The fucking priest wouldn't react to anything.  Here Joseph had 
just told him he'd been seen by his own bishop and someone else sucking off 
a parishioner and then face fucking the man, and the priest didn't blink.  
Verbally or vocally.  Shit.  Fuck.  Goddamn it to fucking hell!  "Yes, 
father."

Father Sean took a carefully silent deep breath.  First the Protestants, and 
now it seemed the Catholics with a fag problem were starting to come out of 
the woodwork.  At first he'd been appalled by the thought that he'd been 
caught with Carl, but within a second or two he realized the man in the 
confessional couldn't harm him without harming himself.

"So, my son, with none of these men or young men who gave you pleasure did 
you...er...perform fellatio, or allow them to have anal intercourse with you 
on the...er...bottom?"

Goddamnit you stupid fucking priest!  Of course not.  I'm a fucking goddamn 
top!  "No, Father."

There was a short silence, in which Joseph began to squirm.  Shit.  This 
wasn't working out at all like he'd planned.  The priest knew he couldn't 
disclose what he'd just been told, so really, all Joseph had to do was say 
nothing more than that he and the bishop had watched in shock and dismay as 
Father Flanagan flagrantly and with a complete lack of piety participated in 
obscene and grossly sinful acts in a holy place.  The priest knew he was 
vulnerable. He should have been upset and nervous, and considering how queer 
he was, turned on and maybe horny too from the rest of it. And he wasn't!

Actually, Father Sean was.  Big time.  Huge, humongous, fucking out of this 
world big time.  He'd been caught.  Granted, by someone who probably didn't 
want to risk himself by telling what he saw, but the fact was, if he did, 
all he'd have to say is that he and the bishop watched with dismay what had 
happened between Father Sean and Carl.  He stalled for more time to think of 
a way out.  "Very well, my son, is that all of your sins of commission?"

Shit.  Fuck, piss, goddamnit.  "Yes."

"And your sins of thought."

Okay.  Time to shit or get off the pot.  The damned priest hadn't broken, so 
did he go for it, or just shut the fuck up and ask for whatever penance the 
priest would impose?  Joseph paused, and then truly confessed.  "Uh, well, 
y'see, it's what happened with the priest. You know, the one who was sucking 
and getting sucked by some man from a confessional?"

"I remember what you said."

"Well, it's about what the man was talking about when he was face fucking 
the priest.  I can't get it out of my head."

The proverbial light blinked on above Father Sean's thick black hair.  "What 
is it, my son?"

"It's, well, y'see, uh, oh damn, uh I'm sorry, but, well, the man was 
getting a blow job while he was talking about fucking his baby boy while the 
priest fucked *his* ass.  And I haven't been able to get that picture out of 
my head.  I mean, Jesus man, I've been fucking guys and getting sucked off 
since I was thirteen, and I've never felt this way before."

"What way, my son?"

"Horny all the goddamned time.  I usually only get stiff when I see a piece 
of ass I want or a mouth I want to suck me off.  But, damn, it seems like 
I've been hard ever since then.  And all the pictures in my head."

"What pictures?"

"Uh, well, me getting sucked by some little kid.  I mean, damn, Father!, 
I've never thought of that before.  But I can't get it out of my mind.  Some 
little boy laying on his back and raising his legs so I can plow his boy 
cunt.  Or getting fucked doggy-style. Or letting me deep-fuck his tiny 
throat.  Shit, I keep having to go to the john so I can jack off or I won't 
be able to get through the day at work."

"And how old are the boys in these fantasies?"

"Young, Father."  Joseph gulped.  Stayed silent.  Admitted the truth.  
"Really young.  Ten, eleven.  But younger, too.  Four, five, six.  Maybe 
even younger than that.  Hell, I've never even seen a kid that young naked, 
but now I can't stop thinking about how good it would feel to have that tiny 
mouth suck on the head of my prick, even if I couldn't get any more than 
that in his face.  Or maybe slide some of my dick in his tiny tight 
butthole, shit, it wouldn't have to be a lot, just the head would be enough 
to make me cum.  I want to fuck and suck with little boys while their 
fathers watch and help me.  Or their grandfathers or uncles.  Or even other 
men.  All of us.  Gang fucking a little boy slut who loved every inch inside 
his cunt, every load of cum filling him up and oozing out of his hole."

"And what is it you are seeking from me, my son?  Absolution?"  There was a 
pause.  "Or something more?"

Time for the truth.  He'd go fucking mad if he didn't find out.  "More, 
Father.  I want you to find me a little boy who wants to suck me and take my 
dick up his boy cunt."

Father Sean didn't bother denying what the unseen parishioner had seen.  
Didn't bother denying that he knew of little boys who loved to have their 
boy cunts filled with man cock, who couldn't get enough of swallowing daddy 
juices from man dicks. "Very well, my son.  But it will cost you."

Fuck!  The priest was renting the kids out now?  Well, if he had to....  
"Uh, I don't have a lot of cash on me.  But I could go to an ATM."  Joseph 
stopped speaking when the priest started to laugh.

"No money, my son.  But it's payback time.  Or rather, pay it forward since 
you can't go back and repay those you owe."

"Huh?"  It wasn't often that Joseph was at a loss for words.  This was 
definitely one of those rare times.

"Remember all those assholes and mouths you fucked and then walked away?  
Now it's your turn to serve.  If a boy and his daddy come to have sex with 
you, and daddy wants you to suck him while his boy does you, or if daddy 
wants to fuck your ass while you're buried inside his little boy, he gets 
what he wants.  And so do I.  Here and now."

Give the priest a blowjob here in the church?  Bend over for him?  No 
fucking way.  "Sorry, Father, but I'm strictly a top.  Never have bottomed, 
never - "  Joseph stopped.  For just an instant an image tugged at his mind, 
a little black boy sucking the head of a very large black dick, and then it 
was gone.  Shit.  Just what he'd been fantasizing about, that was all.

"Very well, my son.  God gives us all freedom of choice.  Now, for your 
penance - "

"Wait!"  The priest stopped speaking.  Goddamn it all to fucking hell.  This 
was blackmail.  He so didn't need this shit.  He had a great life; he could 
get as much goddamn sex as he wanted without....  Well, fuck.  He wasn't 
going to find out about his attraction to little boys if he said no.  Okay.  
So he'd suck off the priest.  And then when daddy and son showed up, he'd 
let daddy know what the rules of the game were about who got fucked and who 
got sucked.  "Fine.  You win."

Despite the sulking tone in the man's voice, Father Sean didn't gloat.  
There wasn't any need to.  "Indeed, my son.  Now, what we're going to do is 
this.  You're going to step out of the confessional.  If the church is empty 
you'll tell me so, and then you'll drop your pants to your ankles, kneel, 
and tell me when you're hard.  Then I'm going to come out and stand in front 
of you and fuck your mouth.  Agreed?"

Shit.  Piss.  Fuck.  "Yes, Father."

Joseph did as he was told and found that his cock was already hard and 
leaking before he'd even unzipped and dropped to his knees.  He told the 
priest he was hard and then shut his eyes.  He might have to suck his first 
cock...no, not his first...wait - now where did that thought come from?... 
but he didn't have to look at it.  Well, fuck, apparently he did.  The 
priest had just told him to open his eyes.  He obeyed.

Joseph found himself with an up close and very personal view of a massive 
piece of nine-inch tube steak; he'd been sure the priest was big-dicked when 
he and the bishop had been watching the suck-offs, but he couldn't be sure.  
Now he was.

"What's your name?"

"Joseph.  Joseph Howard."  He couldn't tear his eyes away from that huge 
cock knob, which was starting to ooze thick precum.

"And how did you come to know our bishop so - intimately?"  Father Sean 
stroked his cock lightly, and moved his hips forward so that the ooze wiped 
across Joseph's mouth.  Joseph's lips parted immediately.

"I'm the accountant for the diocese.  I caught him giving a blowjob to his 
assistant when I arrived early for a meeting."

Father Sean chuckled, and wiped the leaking precum onto Joseph's cheeks and 
across his lips again.  "Do you know where this cock was last, my son?"

Joseph didn't take his eyes off the cock, or even speak. He licked his lips 
to get a taste and then shook his head.

"Up the cunt of a little boy, my son.  Nine years old.  Of course it had 
been down his throat a couple of times before that.  And in his ass too.  
But the last time he was so slick with all that cum I didn't last too long 
in spite of the cums I'd already had.  I haven't showered yet, so you ought 
to be able to smell cum and ass juices, some leftover piss, and just general 
man scent down there.

"Put your mouth on my cock, my son, and then inhale through your nose."

Joseph did as he was told.  And he was lost.  And very fucking confused.  
The wide leaking cock knob felt so - right - so goddamned fucking right in 
his mouth.  Like it belonged there.  And that smell.  Hot.  Raunchy.  Better 
than poppers right now.  Jesus! it was turning him on, just like it always 
-- Always?  Where the fuck did that come from?  He shoved the thought aside, 
took more of the cock into his mouth and moaned softly.  Only it was 
abruptly withdrawn.  Mouth open he looked up at the priest.

Father Sean was putting his cock, not without a bit of difficulty, back 
inside his pants.  "Stand up, Joseph.  Get yourself together."  He almost 
smiled at the look of dismay on his face.  "No, we're not done.  It's just 
that I think you need a - counseling session in my office."

Joseph couldn't have agreed more, especially if it was going to get him 
closer to a boy's tight little hole.  He followed the priest out of the 
church and to the counseling office.  There was a very faint odor of cum and 
hot sex in the room.  "Get naked, my son."

Joseph obeyed, wondering why the "my son" was also a turn on.  Hell, he knew 
from the church records that the priest was 37, almost 38, so he was only 
six years older than Joseph.  The words made him think, though, of his 
grandfather, who'd sometimes called him that.  Whoa.  Where the fuck was 
that from?  His grandfather had died when he was nine and he'd never said 
anything like that.  Joseph shook his head as if the movement would clear 
the wisps of fog inside.

Father Sean returned from the desk with a cell phone, and started punching 
in a number.  "Get my pants down, and when I sit down, get on all fours and 
start licking my balls."

Joseph looked up from where he was lapping at the priest's fat hairy balls, 
soaking them, swirling them around inside his mouth one at a time.  His 
grandfather had enjoyed -- Enjoyed?  Enjoyed what?  The memory was gone.

"Mike!  Father Sean here.  Yes, fine.  You were right.  Chris' cunt is an 
incredible fuck."

Joseph couldn't help himself.  He moaned.

"No.  I'm not alone.  There's a big-dicked naked man on all fours in front 
of me.  Licking my balls and now he's sucking my dick.  No, Mike, I know you 
can't do phone sex while you're driving - I can hear the traffic.  But if 
Jimmy is with you I'll bet your cock is getting played with."  The priest 
laughed.

"How far away are you?  That close?  Why?  Well, what if I told you I had 
one of your fantasies right here in my office?  He's not a daddy, so he 
doesn't have a little boy to share, but you think Jimmy might like being 
shared?"  Father Sean laughed again.  "Yeah, yeah, I know.  What a little 
slut.  Okay.  See you in five.  The door's unlocked."

Father Sean flipped the cell phone shut, set it down on the table beside the 
chair, and then  gently but firmly took hold of the sides of Joseph's head.  
"Your first father and your first little boy will be here soon, Joseph.  So 
let's train that mouth of yours a bit.  If you can take most of my cock 
without gagging too much, you'll be able to suck down all of Mike's if 
that's what he wants."

The priest held onto Joseph's head tightly, and then lowered his face toward 
the priest's crotch.  And kept on lowering, very slowly, until Joseph's nose 
was buried in the priest's raunchy pubes and the priest's cock head was 
buried deep in Joseph's throat.  Without gagging once.  And now he was 
swirling his tongue around the priest's cock, inhaling the priest's scent 
over and over again, and moaning, almost whimpering.  What a fucking 
turn-on.  And what a fucking natural talent.  A talent like that shouldn't 
be wasted.  And Father Sean was just the man to see that it wasn't.  He knew 
a lot of men and boys who could make good use of a mouth and throat this 
skilled.

He pulled Joseph's mouth up off his cock, leaving it standing tall and slick 
and shiny.  Joseph's eyes were glazed, and he said softly, almost to 
himself.  "That's so good.  It felt just like - just like - "

"Just like what, Joseph?"

Joseph shook himself and brought his attention outward again.  "I - I don't 
know."

"Well, you do know you're likely to get fucked in a little while, don't 
you?"

Joseph nodded, dismay and - something else - crossing his expression.

"Turn around and get your butt in the air."

Joseph did, and Father Sean could barely restrain himself from dropping to 
his knees and shoving his meat into that black pucker as hard and fast as he 
could.  What an incredible fucking butt.  The priest knelt behind the 
accountant, leaned over, and using his hands to spread the cheeks apart, 
first sniffed and then licked his long and talented tongue over the hole.  
Joseph whimpered.  The priest licked again and again, getting the hole wet, 
and finally getting his tongue inside.  Damn but he loved the taste of 
assholes, especially when he was tongue-fucking one, and the man or boy was 
enjoying it.

Joseph was definitely enjoying the attention to his hole.  The priest 
reached underneath him and found a stiff and leaking prick.  He stroked it 
lightly.  Damn, but it felt good.  About as long as Carl's, and a bit 
thicker.  Another good boy fucker.  And it was also sure the fuck going to 
feel good down his throat or up his ass.  But that would have to wait.  
Right now was mostly about repayment. Well, that, and getting to watch this 
stud fuck and suck little Jimmy.

Father Sean sat back on his haunches, listening to Joseph's light panting 
breaths.  He wet his forefinger thoroughly and placed the tip at Joseph's 
hole.  "Sometimes when you get fucked, they'll use lube on you.  A lot of 
them prefer spit.  My Grampa Leo liked spit when he fucked me."

He pushed and the pucker opened to him.  And his finger slid all the way in, 
until he could feel a very large walnut-lump inside the fuck tube.  As tight 
as the hole was, and as hard as the ass walls were clamping down on the 
finger, it was still - odd - how easily the finger went into the hole of a 
man who always topped.  The priest mentally shrugged.  Another natural 
talent Joseph would learn to develop, and pretty damned fast.  He stroked in 
and out a couple of times and then heard the door open and close.

Joseph tensed, every muscle in his body taut with fear at the thought of 
being found in this humiliating position.  Father Sean kept on with the 
slow, even strokes.  Either it was Mike and Jimmy, and the real games would 
start.  Or it was someone else and the two men on the floor were royally 
fucked - and not in any way either one would enjoy.

"Oh, daddy, he's *so* black!" Jimmy blurted out in a high-pitched squeal of 
obvious delight.

Joseph and the priest looked over their left shoulders.  Jimmy was standing 
in front of his father, with both hands over his mouth, his eyes wide and 
embarrassed and every visible inch of skin flaming with a bright red blush.  
And there was a lot of visible skin.  He was barefoot, and the only thing he 
was wearing was a pair of thin and very short shorts - which did nothing to 
conceal the stiff little prick inside them.

Mike stood behind his son, hands on his shoulders.  He gave the boy a little 
shake, but didn't rebuke him.  Fuck, yeah, the man on all fours with the 
priest's finger ass fucking him was black.  The kind of black Mike had never 
seen in real life, just in an occasional picture or movie.  No brown or 
mahogany tones at all, just a rich black so dark it seemed to suck some of 
the light out of the room.  And in just a little while - a *very* little 
while if Mike had anything to say about it - Mike would indeed get one of 
his favorite fantasies enacted.  A black stud using his gloriously eager 
slut-boy.

Mike slid his hands down his boy's chest, and twisted his stiff little tits. 
  Jimmy leaned back into his daddy and moaned.  He looked up.  "Daddy?  
Please, daddy?"

Mike nodded.  Jimmy immediately unbuttoned the top of his shorts, slithered 
out of them, and darted over to the pair on the floor.  He dropped to his 
knees.  "Mister, can I suck your dick?  Please, mister?"

A slender white boy, all naked, with his own little stiffy standing straight 
out above hairless tight boy balls was asking if he could suck Joseph's 
cock? He spurted precum at the thought and just nodded.

"Oh, wow!"  Before the adults could shift into a different position, Jimmy 
was on his back and wriggling underneath Joseph, who lifted his left arm out 
of the way and then put it back down once the boy was underneath him in a 69 
position.  Father Sean had moved his hand away and Joseph could feel the 
boy's warm breath on his meat.  Then a little tongue licked and swiped at 
his piss slit.

"Jeez, daddy, he's got a big one.  Biggest I've ever seen."

Father Sean and Mike chuckled.  Joseph was having difficulty breathing.  As 
experienced a slut as the boy now was, he sounded like he'd had a thousand 
men to compare with.  The priest and the father knew the reality:  it was 
only six.  But then, he'd made the most of all of them.  Joseph stopped 
breathing altogether when the boy's warm, soft lips sucked in the head of 
Joseph's dick and then slid up to take in a couple of inches of shaft.  He 
just braced himself with his head bowed as the boy sucked back and forth.

The priest and Mike had gotten naked and stood above the pair on the floor.  
Father Sean bent over and slid a hairy finger up Joseph's butt and pulled it 
out.  "C'mon, guys, let's move so Jimmy can have more fun."

Father Sean had been taught well by his own daddy, especially the techniques 
for taking all of a man dick down his throat.  The one he liked best was 
laying on his back with his head dropped down.  The priest dropped a pad on 
the low coffee table, and soon had Jimmy draped across it on his back.  
Joseph leaned over him, looking down in awe as Jimmy opened those puffy pink 
lips wide and then Joseph watched as with a slow movement of his hips he 
began to slide all of his cock into the mouth and throat of this fucking hot 
white boy.  He'd never had a blowjob from a man or teen that could compare.

"Do you want Mike's cock up your ass while you face fuck his little boy?"

Joseph had forgotten about that in the haze of his first boy suck and his 
head lifted to look up at the priest who was kneeling at the boy's feet, 
which dangled over the edge of the table.  The priest's thick cock, wide 
piss slit and hairy body made a horny sight in contrast to the boy's pale 
hairless nakedness and the tiny boy prick standing up from the kid's crotch. 
  Joseph shook himself mentally.  Fuck no he didn't want any cock up his 
ass.  He didn't want the priest's cock down his throat again either.  He was 
a goddamned top, that's what he fucking was, doing what tops do best - 
fucking faces or fucking assholes.

The look on Father Sean's face cured him of any belief he had a choice.  He 
either got fucked or the boy suck, and any chance of a boy fuck, were over.  
He was aware that his voice sounded sullen when he said, "Yeah."  He dropped 
his head, admiring the boy's cock and balls and looking back again to where 
his hips were slowly fucking his incredibly hard rod into that warm little 
mouth.

The priest's right hand cupped his chin and made him look up again.  "No, 
Joseph, you have to ask for it."

He'd always had to ask for it.  That way they knew he wasn't being forced, 
that he truly wanted - what the fuck?  He never asked for sex.  He just said 
what he wanted and the man either agreed or got the fuck out.  And who were 
"they?"  Joseph blinked hard and focused on the here and now.

"Okay.  Mike, go ahead and fuck me."

"Jimmy, I'm sorry, but you're going to have to stop sucking on Joseph.  He 
just realized he has to get dressed and leave."

Jimmy recognized that tone of command.  He'd heard it often when the priest 
power-fucked him for the first of several times.  He stopped sucking and 
managed to get the cock out of his mouth.  He didn't move, though.  Maybe he 
couldn't suck, but he could at least admire the fat balls hanging over his 
face and the way the man's cock was all shiny and oozing precum.

Joseph recognized the tone, too, and surrendered.  He wanted to blow his 
load down the little kid's throat, not go home and probably never know what 
the fuck it was like to have a boy this young, or fuck, even younger.  He 
took a deep breath.  He could do this.  He would.  "Mike, I'm sorry for what 
I sounded like.  I - I'd really like to try your dick up my hole while your 
boy sucks me.  And - and cum up my ass if you want.  It's just, well, 'be 
gentle' is such a fucking cliché, but I've never - "  He didn't finish the 
sentence because something inside him was saying it wasn't true.  Which was 
fucking bullshit.  His first fuck was a neighbor boy, when they were both 
thirteen, and then the boy's father.  And he'd been topping ever since.

Ever since?  Why was that important?  But then he was distracted by the feel 
of Mike's cock head pushing into his hole.  He gasped at the pain, and then 
something clicked! inside him, he relaxed his hole and Mike found himself 
buried to the balls.  And Jimmy's mouth was back on his dick, swallowing 
him.  And his head was being held and lowered.  He opened his mouth and did 
his own swallowing - every fat fucking inch of the priest's meat.  He was in 
fucking heaven.  Nothing, but nothing was better than cock in his hole, cock 
in his mouth, and lips around his dick.

Joseph stopped moving.  He'd never --  But fuck, he had!  And then he 
remembered.  All of it.  And started to panic.

He shook his head, struggled briefly and the priest let him go.  He pulled 
away.  "Please.  Stop.  No more.  I mean, just, give me a minute."  Jimmy 
stopped sucking and Mike made to withdraw his dick, but Joseph reached 
behind him and stopped him.  "Please.  Uh, leave your dick inside."

Mike dropped back on his haunches and the tall sweating black man followed 
him.  Mike nearly moaned.  Despite not understanding what the fuck was going 
on, his cock was steel hard, and the heat inside Joseph's hole was like a 
goddamned steel furnace.  Joseph was sitting upright, bracing himself on the 
table, his cock thrust up and out, his heavy balls dangling against Mike's 
near the floor.  Joseph's voice was hesitant. "Uh, Mike, would you, uh, 
would you work my tits?"

"No, daddy, let me."  Mike didn't have time to say anything because Jimmy 
was on his knees on the table, stroking his hands over the slick, very 
black, very muscular chest, before grabbing onto the wide nipples and 
squeezing.  Hard.

"Oh, Christ, yeah!" Joseph moaned.  And then he put his hands on the 
almost-frail looking white forearms and stopped him.

Joseph looked at Father Sean, whose eyes widened just a little at what 
Joseph knew he saw in his own eyes.  Fear. He gave himself a mental shake. 
Knew he had to do this.  Had to tell someone, and who better than a pedo 
priest and a pedo father?

"I *have* done this before.  With my grandfather.  He raised me after my dad 
ran off and my mother died.  Oh, man, I was sucking his dick almost from the 
time I was a baby and loving every second of it.  If getting his dick head 
inside my hole and filling me with cum a second later counts, then he took 
my cherry when I was three.  It took me almost two years, though, before he 
could give me a really good fuck.  Long and slow, or short, fast and hard, 
or sometimes both."

Joseph began stroking his own meat, moving his hips around and up and down 
on Mike's cock.  Eyes closed, lost in his memories, he didn't see the priest 
slide his dick up Jimmy's pre-lubed hole, or hear the boy's whimper when his 
boy-tits got twisted hard.  Just like the boy liked.

"I was five when he introduced me to two of his friends.  One from work, the 
other from about a block away. He held me on his lap, with his stiff meat 
against my butt, while the two men stripped off.  Two big black men, one of 
them real hairy and stocky, the other slighter and almost hairless except 
around his cock and balls.  Two big dicks.  I had my own stiffy going, too."

Joseph increased his stroke speed and moaned when Mike started working his 
tits.  Everyone was all sexed up but eagerly listening to Joseph.

"'Well, son,' granddad asked, 'would you like to do something with these two 
men?'"  I remember they came close.  Both were uncut and they smelled.  
Granddad always smelled clean when he was sexing me, but these too, they 
smelled like end of the day sweat and piss and general raunch, and oh man, 
what a turn on that smell was.  I just nodded my head.

" 'No, son, you have to ask them.  And me, too.  Tell us what you want us to 
do.'  It was like I'd been told I could have all the candy I wanted and to 
just choose.  Or get anything I wanted for my birthday.  I was a precocious 
kid and I knew just what I wanted.  So I told them.  I wanted Ben to fuck my 
boy cunt, and James to fuck my mouth, and granddad to suck my dickie.  
Granddad had taught me well.  Ben was fatter than my granddad, so I squealed 
kind of loud when he shoved in, but James shut me up with his dick.

"I was impaled on Ben's cock while he was kneeling and James sort of 
squatted over my granddad, his balls resting on granddad's head while James 
face fucked me.  Oh, Christ I loved getting fucked and sucking dick and 
getting sucked all at the same time!"

Joseph was breathing heavily, loving the feel of Mike's hot cock up inside 
him.  He opened his eyes and then widened them at the hot fucking sight of 
the priest's very wide very fat dick sliding easily in and out of the kid's 
butt, while the boy had a look of utter bliss on his face.  And Joseph knew 
what he had to do.  He had to ask for what he wanted.

He did.

A few minutes later he was on all fours again.  Father Sean's meat was up 
inside his ass, pounding him hard, making up for all the years Joseph had 
missed having it all -- being able to top *and* bottom.  Mike's slimy cock, 
covered with Joseph's ass juices and the combined smell of Mike's crotch and 
Joseph's hole, was ramming in and out of Joseph's wide open mouth, while 
Mike held tight to the sides of Joseph's head in order to control the hard 
mouth fuck.  Beneath him, the white boy was eagerly slurping down as much of 
the black dick as he could.  But the story had gotten them all so turned on 
that they weren't going to last long.  Mike was living his fantasy of 
watching a stud black man suck him off while his own kid sucked black prick, 
and played with heavy black balls.  Jimmy was in ecstasy over his first 
black cock and just the fact he was sucking a new dick.  The priest was 
heavily in lust with this new man cunt.

Without warning Joseph began spewing thick ropes of cum down the little 
boy's throat, and Jimmy just gulped and gulped and gulped and swallowed 
every salty drop.  The clamping down of Joseph's ass muscles set the priest 
off with a loud grunt, and Mike rammed his cock one last time deep into 
Joseph's throat and spewed his own creamy loud into an eager cocksucker's 
mouth.

When the adults were done cumming they were still hard.  Joseph asked Father 
Sean to keep his prick inside him.  Mike reached down and scooped up a last 
drop or two of his cum off the end of his dick and licked it off his 
fingers.  Jimmy hadn't cum yet and Joseph wanted to rectify that.  He pulled 
Jimmy upright and leaned over to kiss him, their mouths opening wide to 
share the remains of Joseph's cum and Mike's cum.  One of Joseph's large 
hands began playing with the boy's bare cock and balls, while he slid first 
one and then two fingers inside the boy's hole, playing with his immature 
little prostate gland.

But Mike wanted to know more.  "Joseph, what's the rest of it?"

Jimmy spread his legs and leaned back against his father as Joseph continued 
shoving his fingers in and out of the hot boy cunt, while tenderly stroking 
the little pricklet.  Joseph concentrated on pleasuring the little boy, but 
he was still able to tell them.

"I'd been an eager little cocksucker and easy ass for granddad for years by 
then.  But that day, when the three men got through with me, hell, all three 
of them fucked my boy cunt and fucked my mouth, I was hooked on adult men.  
Granddad had told me to ask for what I wanted, and I did.  Every damned 
chance I got."  He chuckled.

"I don't think granddad, Ben and James quite realized what a boy slut they'd 
turned loose on the world.  The first time was in a grocery store a week or 
so later.  I saw one of the men who worked there take off his apron and head 
for the restrooms.  He had a nice bulge in his crotch, and I knew what I 
wanted.  Granddad let me go to the bathroom by myself, and when I was in 
there the man was pissing at a urinal.  I walked up to the urinal next to 
him, which was much too tall for me anyway, dropped my pants to the floor, 
and then tugged on his trousers.  He looked down and saw a half-naked little 
black boy next to him.  His eyes bulged.  They got even wider when I asked 
if I could suck his dick.  He stammered out that I shouldn't say things like 
that but I said my granddad had always told me to ask for what I wanted, and 
did he want me to go get granddad to tell him it was okay?

"He very quickly said no, but he still looked strange.  Looking back I 
realize his problem.  He was straight, married, not very good looking so why 
would someone come on to him, on duty and this little black kid wants to 
give him a blow job.  His dick head overrode his other head and his cock got 
hard.  He looked at the door, and then kind of pulled me along into one of 
the stalls.  He unzipped, dropped his pants and sat down.  As I kind of 
duck-walked to him he put one hand up to my face and asked me how old I was. 
  When I said I was five, he just muttered, 'Aw, Christ, I'm a sick fuck,' 
but didn't stop me when I bent over and started sucking him.  He had a nice 
warm smell.  I could even taste his leftover piss.  I got his dick really 
wet and he was beginning to kind of moan when I stopped and straightened up.

"He was about to say something, but shut up when I asked him if he'd fuck 
me.  Once again he didn't know what to do, what with his head saying he was 
definitely a *very* sick fucker if he did, and his dick saying it would love 
to get buried in a warm place.  His dick won out again.  He nodded, I 
stepped out of my shorts and scrambled up on his lap, turned around so my 
back was to him, and then had him hold his dick up while I lowered myself on 
it.  He groaned real loud when he was all the way in.

"I guess we hadn't heard the door open, because that's when a voice asked, 
'Tom, is that you?'  The man with the dick up my cunt said it was, and when 
his friend asked him what was wrong he sort of stammered something about it 
being hard right now, which I thought was funny but I knew to keep my mouth 
shut.  The man told him the boss was looking for him so hurry the fuck up.  
Then he left.  Thank God he didn't notice a pair of boy's shorts draped over 
the man's trousers down there on the floor of the stall.

"The man sounded nervous, when he said we needed to hurry up, but he wasn't 
about to give up his first and probably only fuck of a five-year-old black 
boy.  Hell, any young boy.  I knew granddad would probably be wondering what 
was going on, too, so I began moving up and down and squeezing my cunt 
muscles like granddad had taught me for when he was in a hurry, too.  The 
man started shoving up inside me and I could tell we were both going to cum 
so I had him clamp his hand over my mouth because back then I squealed a 
hell of a lot.  We both came real hard.  When I was sure he was done I 
pulled up and off his meat, and then got to the floor so I could turn around 
and suck him clean, just like I was supposed to.  Now that he was done with 
his boy fuck, the man got kind of panicked and he quickly got dressed and 
almost ran out of the toilet.  I squatted a little with my hand under my ass 
and squeezed a few big blobs of his cum out of my ass so I could have a 
taste.  He was my first white meat.

"When I walked out the door, there was granddad.  He just looked at me and 
asked if everything came out all right.  I liked that silly joke so I told 
him it had and that everything had gone in all right, too.  Granddad just 
smiled, and after that he took me lots of places where I could ask for what 
I wanted.  Toilets all over the city, parks, train and bus stations.  I 
loved being a public slut.  But my favorite was this old theatre.  It wasn't 
porn when we started going there, but a lot of men were there over lunch and 
after work.  Sometimes I'd sit on a man's lap while we watched a musical, 
with his dick up my cunt and granddad watching me and jacking off, usually.  
Other times a man would take me to the men's room or up in the balcony."

Joseph stopped, took a deep breath.  "Well, we'd be here for a month or so 
if I told you about all of the men who sucked me or fucked me or who had me 
suck them after that time with Ben, James and my granddad.  It went on like 
that for another three years.  Then granddad got sick.  Cancer.  I didn't 
want to leave him by himself in the house, so the outings pretty much 
stopped.  And granddad, well, he couldn't any more.  Once in a while he had 
Ben or James come over to pleasure me.  I didn't think it was fair since 
granddad couldn't at least jack off while I was having fun, but he insisted.

"My father showed up a few months later.  Granddad had a bit of money, not a 
lot, and my father was his son.  He heard about granddad being sick, so he 
moved back in, being all nice about how sorry he was for running off, and 
wanting to be a good son and father and bullshit like that.  He was really 
good looking and I confided to granddad that I really wanted to have sex 
with my daddy, but he told me very sternly that I could never ask him, 
because he didn't approve of what granddad and I and all those men had been 
doing, even though I wanted it and loved every second of every fuck.  So 
there I was, almost nine, an experienced boy slut, perpetually horny and 
unable to get anybody to sex me.

"Then granddad died and I knew I was going to have to live with my father.  
Granddad had told me my father would get the house and enough money to pay 
the bills as long as he made a good home for me.  When we got back there 
after the funeral I was crying so hard I could barely see.  I needed someone 
to hold me and sex me so the pain would go away, and I forgot what granddad 
told me and asked my father if he'd please, please, please fuck me.

"He just stood there.  And then he asked me real soft what I meant.  And 
well, hell, it all spilled out.  Not every dick up my boy cunt, or load of 
cum down my mouth.  But enough.  No man had ever said no, and I thought he'd 
take me in his arms and give me the kind of loving fuck I needed.  That was 
the first time he beat me."

Joseph's voice was soft and bitter.  "Not because I had sex with another 
male.  Oh, no. He had no fucking problem with that, he told me.  Assholes 
and faggot mouths were great for when no women were around.  But no son of 
his was going to be a faggot who sucked dick and got his ass fucked.  I 
guess he figured it wasn't queer for a man to get his dick sucked and fuck a 
tight asshole, but the one whose mouth or butt was being used was faggot 
scum.

"He beat me whenever he thought I was looking at a man with sex in mind.  Or 
for just looking.  He made me suck him off or fucked my hole, and then beat 
me for not being manly and allowing myself to be used.  Everywhere I turned 
he was humiliating me and telling me I wasn't a man, and by god he was going 
to do whatever the fuck it took to make me into a man."

Joseph had gone on finger-fucking the boy while he was talking, but Jimmy 
leaned forward and brushed some of Joseph's tears away and kissed his cheek. 
  He managed a smile.  "By the time I was thirteen, everything about my 
granddad was buried so far inside it didn't exist any more.  I was a top 
from then on, and not a very pleasant one I guess, although I always made 
sure my partners at least got off, even if it was just them jacking off 
while I watched and played with myself.  I was thirteen, too, when I decided 
I was going to make something of myself and get away from my father and the 
old neighborhood.  And I did."

He looked at Mike and Jimmy, felt the priest's arms come around his chest 
and belly and hug him, even while the priest's cock flexed inside him and 
made him yearn for more.  He leaned into the embrace and flushed - although 
no one could see it - at the priest's soft kiss on the side of his head.  He 
slowly pulled his fingers out of the boy's hole.  "Jimmy, is it okay if I 
fuck you?" he asked, looking out of the corner of his eye at Mike for 
approval.

Mike had no problem with the request.  Over the years, while he was jacking 
off, or getting a blow job from his son, or the other two boys, he often 
fantasized about watching one or all of them being fucked by a big-dicked 
black man.  The thought of black meat stretching his young son's cunt wide 
and then plowing that boy hole good and hard was his favorite.  He nodded.

The priest regretfully slid his meat out of the tight hot man cunt, and 
moved to stand next to Mike.  They shared dick stroking duty with each other 
while they watched Joseph carefully put Jimmy on his back, lift his butt 
until he was almost curled into a ball and then bend over and give the boy a 
tongue-fucking he'd never forget.  In seconds Jimmy was whimpering and 
tossing his head back and forth, and then suddenly he was writhing and 
shouting and shaking in an incredibly hard dry cum.  Joseph kept right on 
slicking up the boy hole while the boy recovered, and father and priest 
breathed with great difficulty.  Two minds, one thought:  Fuck!  Jimmy had 
never cum before just from a tongue fucking.

And then the main course of the meal.  Joseph dropped more spit on his cock 
knob and pushed it against the boy cunt that had been loosened up by finger 
and tongue fucking.  The head and three inches slid right in.  Joseph 
managed to restrain himself from plunging the rest of the way, holding still 
so the boy could adjust.  Jimmy just heaved a sigh of pleasure and said, 
"Oh, daddy, I've got a big black cock part way up my white boy cunt."

Joseph smiled to himself.  If the boy liked dirty talk, then dirty talk he'd 
get.  He opened his mouth, but Jimmy started again.  "Can I, well, can I ask 
for what *I* want?"

Was the Vatican in Rome?  The adults immediately agreed.

"Okay."  Jimmy grinned a little.  This was going to be great.  "I want 
Joseph to slam his dick all the way up my fucking cunt, hard, even if I 
scream or beg him to stop.  And I want him to fuck me really, really hard.  
And I want you two to cum all over my face."

Three great minds, one great thought:  Fuck, yeah!

Mike and Father Sean knew that Jimmy had come to love rough fucks, 
especially if his nips were getting worked on hard as well, although they 
weren't sure Jimmy quite knew what he was asking for, since he'd never had a 
dick as big as Joseph's in his mouth or up his hole.  Father and father 
decided to help "their" boy get through what was coming.  The knelt beside 
his head, let their stiff pricks drip precum on his face, and then each had 
a hand holding the boy's shoulders down so he couldn't move, and the other 
hand ready at his nips.

Mike looked down between his boy's wide-spread legs at the rosy ass lips all 
swollen around the night black cock knob that was just barely inside the 
kid's pussy hole.  "Fuck my son!" he commanded and then he and the priest 
twisted the boy's nips as hard as they'd ever done, as Joseph lunged his 
hips forward, just as he'd been asked to do.  Hard.  Very hard - and very 
fast.

The young boy's usual high-pitched squeal when tit work sent lightning bolts 
of pleasure to his boy-meat turned into a scream of near agony as his cunt 
was stuffed with longer and thicker meat than had ever been in there before, 
and then the scream turned into a wail of sheer pleasure. He moaned as 
Joseph began to slowly pull all those inches out again.  "Oh, daddy, I took 
all that big black cock in my cunt, didn't I?"

Mike was panting, too.  "Yes, son, you did.  Your hole looks awesome, so 
pale and white as it sucks all that dark meat up inside.  And he's going to 
do it again."

Joseph did.  And again and again and again.  He began ramming the little 
cunt like the piston on a race car engine at top speed, while the boy 
squealed and wailed and moaned and thrashed through three dry cums one right 
after the other.  And between the noises Jimmy kept begging Joseph to fuck 
him harder, faster, deeper. Joseph was out of his mind with lust, fully 
aware of what the boy slut howling underneath him was feeling from his own 
boy slut experiences, images roiling around in his mind of more boys to fuck 
and suck and fathers and other men to use him, too, while he used their 
boys.  It was too fucking much.  He pulled completely out of Jimmy, looked 
down at the raw gaping pussy hole, and then shoved himself balls-deep back 
inside and with a loud howl of his own that shook the walls of the room, he 
did a cum version of Krakatoa in the boy's cunt.

He held himself in place, quivering with every shot of hot cum against the 
boy's hot pussy walls, opening his eyes in time to see the last few fisting 
strokes of Mike and Father Sean as they covered the boy's face with thick 
streams of cum.  Jimmy quivered and thrashed through another dry cum and 
then became very still, his little chest rising and falling slowly.

Tenderly now, Joseph withdrew from the boy's ass, cupping one hand beneath 
the still-wide hole to catch the cum that had begun oozing out.  He leaned 
forward and then with his lips and tongue licked and sucked all the man 
cream off of Jimmy's face.  He straightened to his knees and offered up his 
palm.  Mike leaned over and licked up the spooge.  The three men relaxed 
back onto the floor, their limp dicks sagging, temporarily worn out.  Even 
the boy's perpetual hard had gone away.

Father Sean reached out and pulled Joseph in for a deep kiss.  The old 
Joseph surged up again for a second, shouting that real men didn't kiss 
other men, but the new Joseph told the old one to shut the fuck up or get 
really fucked up.  He leaned into the kiss and enjoyed every deep tongue 
moment of it.  Mike's turn was next, and then Father Sean and Mike kissed.

Sitting cross-legged, with one hand fondling his soft dick, Joseph looked at 
the priest and said, "Father?"

"Yes, my son?" the priest replied.

"Will you bless me, Father, for I have sinned - mightily."

Father Sean managed to keep a straight face.  "I know, my son."

"And could you perhaps give me extra blessings?"

"Extra?"

"Yes, Father, for I am planning on sinning again - " he looked down at his 
cock which was beginning to plump up "any second now.  Or at least as soon 
as another sinner is ready."

Without a word, Jimmy went through a brief contortion and was on all fours 
again, his mouth taking hold of Joseph's cock and his cum-oozing ass thrust 
up and presented to his father and the priest.  The three men laughed.  
Joseph decided he would have to come to this church more often.

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