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ANOTHER MIKE THE SOCCER COACH, Part 7
Part 7:  A Tale of Two Cherries 1

by DannyR
Copyright 2005.  All rights reserved.

Story Codes:  MM, M/b, MMMM/bbbb, oral, anal, incest, ws, pedo


DISCLAIMER:  Some folks apparently have trouble distinguishing between 
fantasy and reality.  This story is a fantasy.  It didn't happen.  Never 
will.  And any-one 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 cops for the harshest penalties the law allows.  Now that 
we're clear on what's what, and what's not, read on.


Part 7:  A Tale of Two Cherries 1


It was the best of times.

Carl couldn't quite remember where the phrase came from.  It just turned up 
in his head all of a sudden.  But it sure sounded right, especially for 
today.

He smiled as he popped the tab on his second beer, took a big swallow, and 
then set it down so he could finish making the poker table look like it had 
actually been used this bright Sunday afternoon.  Not that it had been used 
much since that poker night a bit over two months ago when he and his best 
friends, Tony and Don, found out:  (a) they were all pedos; (b) Tony had 
been sexing his three boys for almost their whole lives, although only Tony, 
Jr. (6) had been fucked by his dad, while the little assholes of Marco (4) 
and Eddie (2) were still vir-gin, (c) Don had fucked a three-year-old on a 
recent trip to Mexico, and (d) Carl's baby, little Kevin, just loved having 
grown men cum on him, piss on him, and swallow down their cum and piss in 
his tiny mouth.

And speaking of piss, or rather pissed, that's just how Susan was feeling 
about him.  After he told her he intended to just play poker with his 
buddies today, and yes, it was in addition to the weekly Thursday night 
poker session she gra-ciously allowed him, she'd yelled at him that he'd 
better get religion in his life, and then stormed out of the house to go to 
church and then to some inter-faith singalong, or picnic, or 
rally-for-Jesus/Buddha/Mohammed or somebody.  Which was just fine with him.  
And it was fine with Tony, whose wife Maria was going to the same place and 
who, from Tony's call a little while ago, was even more furious than Susan.  
Tony'd made a passing reference to a glass being shat-tered on the wall just 
past his ear.  Of course, all of Tony's friends knew about Maria's temper 
and her good aim.  No one had ever actually been hit, just the occasional 
nick from flying glass or pottery.

He took another swig of beer and reached down to squeeze his semi-hard cock, 
and scratch his low-hanging balls.  He lifted his hand to his nose and 
sniffed.  Damn but he smelled good.  He smiled.  Susan should actually be 
happy for him.  He *had* found religion.  Great religion, in fact.  Of 
course, she might not be happy that it was Catholic instead of Southern 
Baptist.  And, well, maybe she might be even less pleased if she knew his 
religious instruction had consisted of face-fucking a really talented priest 
at St. Pius, over in Stonewall, fol-lowed by Carl losing his mouth cherry to 
the priest's very thick, very long cock.

His smile turned a little smug. Okay, the priest's meat was damned 
impressive at nine inches and thick.  But Carl had 10.5 inches of his own.  
He'd actually measured it for the first time in his life, after that first 
special poker game with Tony and Don and finding out that despite their own 
large, fat endowments, they envied him for having a perfect dick for busting 
young boy cherries.  Very long, sure, but the head was plum-sized, and the 
shaft was the size of a quarter in diameter.  Not that he'd had a chance to 
use it for that purpose, except in-side his head and the dirty talk with the 
priest when he was long-dicking his throat.

That was going to change today, though.  Tony and Don probably thought it 
was going to be the usual thing, a little bit of poker, a lot of cumming and 
pissing with, on and in the kid.  Carl's cock plumped up a little more.  
Actually, he was pretty sure he knew what Don thought.  Don was, after all, 
out in the kitchen pissing in the baby bottle to provide his share to mix 
with Carl's.  He'd have some left over, though, so Kevin was getting some 
piss direct from the source.  Tony would be here in a few minutes, ready to 
fill the rest of the baby bottle and then get down to some serious boy-sex 
for the afternoon.

Of course, they didn't know about Carl's surprise.  He hadn't told them 
about his drive to Stonewall, and going to St. Pius, and everything that had 
happened there.  So Father Sean showing up -- Carl glanced at his watch, he 
was naked but he still liked to know the time -- in about fifteen minutes 
was going to blow their minds.  Just like their cocks would probably get 
blown by the priest as well.  Four men couldn't all have sex with young Kevy 
at the same time, so there would definitely have to be some man-sex in the 
mix.  Not that the three of them had ever done anything with each other than 
maybe a balls fondling for the guy blasting cum on Kevin's face.  Father 
Sean was sure to change all that.

Carl surged to a full hardon at the thought of Tony the stud, and Don the 
most experienced boy fucker of the three, down on their knees taking turns 
slurping down that priestly meat, and learning how to suck it properly.  A 
little man-sex, some piss-play with Kevy, and then the main event.  Kevy 
gets fucked by his daddy, and whether Tony or Dan were shocked or not, Carl 
was going to get his ass fucked by Father Sean at the same time.  Carl oozed 
a long strand of precum.  A perfect day.  A perfect plan.

That, of course, was when everything went to fuck-all.

Carl glanced at the video monitor of the front yard, yeah, there was Tony's 
car at the curb.  He didn't look at the monitor that showed who was at the 
door.  If he had, he might have been better prepared when he threw the door 
open and stood there with his stiff, dripping prick thrust directly out 
below his small belly, right at Tony's crotch.

And pretty much on mouth level with little Tony and Marco, who were standing 
right in front their father, their little mouths gaping and their eyes wide 
open.  What the fuck!  This was *not* part of the plan.

"Didn't bother to check the cam, did you, before coming to the door?"  Carl 
shook his head, too stunned to move.  "You like my surprise?"

"Uh..."

"Wow, daddy, what a big dickie he's got.  It's longer than yours."

Both men looked down at 4-year-old Marco.  "Sure is, kiddo," said Tony.  
"Kinda skinny, though."  He looked up at Carl and grinned.

Tony had no penis envy about the size of Carl's dick.  He was comfortable 
with his own eight wide inches.  Well, just a bit of envy, maybe.  As eager 
as little Tony had been on his sixth birthday to have his daddy's dick up 
inside his tight boy cunt, well, tight was the operative word.  Tony had 
gone slowly and care-fully, and with lots of lube, but it had still been 
painful for the boy while his daddy worked his way in, until he was hairy 
belly, hairy balls deep in the hole.  A little while later, the boy was 
moaning with lust and begging his daddy to cream his little hole, and daddy 
had happily complied.  Although the fucks hadn't been all that frequent 
since then, since it was easier for blowjobs among the three than finding 
the time and place for a leisurely fuck, there was still a bit of pain for 
the boy when his daddy entered him.

So as hot, Jesus, as *fucking* hot as it was to take little Tony's cherry, 
and occasionally jack off to his own ball busting cum thinking of Marco and 
Eddie, he had a choice.  Wait until Marco and Eddie were each six years old 
and start the painful process all over with each one, or let one of his best 
friends take his younger sons' cherries, and maybe get to fuck them both a 
hell of a lot sooner?  He'd really been reluctant to give up a daddy's 
inalienable right to fuck his sons first, before sharing them with other 
men.  But as they'd played with little Kevy, especially that one time when 
he and Don had held the boy's plump little legs up and wide, while Carl 
jacked off while rubbing the slick oozing head of his dick around the little 
kid's hole and then shot an incredible amount of jism, he'd been rethinking 
the situation.

And so today's surprise.  Carl was gonna get to fuck Marco.  The boy's first 
sex with a man other than Tony and it was going to wind up with his cunt 
opened up.  Not real wide, maybe, but then that was what the dildos in his 
gym bag were for.  He'd bought them especially for Marco.  Several sizes to 
work his way up to daddy size.  Yeah, a great surprise for his friend.

Who was so goddamned surprised he still hadn't said anything and was still 
blocking their way into his house.  "Carl!"  He snapped his fingers in front 
of Carl's rather dazed eyes and broke him out of whatever-the-fuck spell he 
was un-der.  "Y'gonna let us in, or are we gonna just sex the boys on the 
porch?"

"Uh, sure, sorry."  Carl backed out of the way and the three entered.  As 
soon as the door was shut, Tony and his boys started stripping off.  He 
figured that with all that was going to happen this afternoon, the easiest 
way to be sure to find their clothes was if they were all by the front door, 
and that's what he'd told the boys on the drive over.

The boys were naturally naked first, since he'd only dressed them in 
sandals, shorts, no undies, and tees.  Both had prominent little stiffies as 
they looked around the room.  Tony smiled fondly at them.  If he did say so 
himself, from the looks of those boy pricks, they were eventually gonna do 
their daddy proud in the cock department.

"Hey, Carl, was that Ton...."  Don's voice faded away as he stopped just 
inside the front room.  He was naked like Carl, and his eyes widened as he 
saw his na-ked bud Tony, and the two oldest two boys, also naked.  Over the 
last couple of months, seeing Tony naked and in various stages of hard, as 
well as cum and piss splattered, didn't surprise him at all. Seeing the boys 
naked and hard was also no surprise, and he still wasn't quite sure if Tony 
knew about that or not.  The boys said they hadn't told their daddy anything 
about Uncle Don.  And besides, Don told himself with a virtuous tone in his 
head, it wasn't as if he was really sexing the boys.  All we has doing was a 
little fondling, and then jacking him-self off while he watched the boys 
stroke their own dicks to little boy dry or-gasms.

Carl was the only one in the room without a full hard.  Not that a naked 
four and six year old weren't interesting.  Especially tiny young studs like 
these two.  But his earlier hardon had been because of what he'd planned.  
He knew just what he wanted when his boy was deflowered, and damn it all to 
hell, but a father had a right to do what he wanted when he took his kid's 
virgin asshole.  So, okay.  Tony had something else in mind.  Probably 
something good if he was bringing his two oldest over to visit Uncle Don and 
Uncle Carl.  Courtesy ti-tles, of course.  He looked at Tony and idly played 
with his still half-hard dick.  "So...what's the surprise?"

Tony's smile grew even bigger.  "Well, I told the boys last night about what 
we've been doing, and asked if they wanted to do sex with a man besides 
daddy.  I told them how much daddy would like to see his little boys with 
other men, watching them play with their little dicks and holes.  And I told 
them some of these men who would be using them were daddies, too, and they 
could watch me sex other little boys.  They decided they liked that.  Didn't 
you, boys?"

The three adults were pleased with the eager lust on the little faces, and 
the rapid up-and-down movements to signify assent.

"Sorry that Eddie can't be here.  He hasn't been feeling well, and Maria 
decided to take him with her to this church thing so she can hover.  But 
little Tony, here, wants to take his Uncle Don's fat cock up his tight 
little cunt.  And Marco, well, why don't you tell your uncles what you want, 
kid?"

"I want Uncle Carl to bust my cherry!" Marco nearly shouted.  Then he paused 
and looked shyly at his father.  "Did I say that right, daddy?"

"Sure did, son.  Well, Carl, what do you think of my surprise?"

Okay, so his original plans were fucked. And hell, it wasn't as if Tony or 
Don knew about it ahead of time.  It was his own damned fault for not 
setting it up better.  But still, getting to slide his dick into the tiny 
hot *virgin* hole of a 4-year-old.  "Hell of a surprise, Tony.  You don't 
know, but one hell of a fucking surprise!"

"Well, I got another one for ya, guys," Don chimed in.  "There's a priest 
coming up the front walk."

Tony looked shocked.  "What's Father Pearson doing here?"

"Father who?" asked Carl.

"My priest.  Jeez, Carl, Schuylerton isn't that big.  I thought you'd know 
the name of the priest at St. Michael's. Who else would it be?"

Who else indeed.  Carl's cock stiffened to a full hard and led the way as 
Carl moved to the door, so quickly that Tony and Don had only just begun to 
realize with horror what Carl intended to do when Carl put his hand on the 
knob.  He looked over his shoulder at his friends.  "Surprise me, will you?  
Well then, surprise you!"

He threw the door wide.  Filling the space more than adequately was Father 
Sean Flanagan, all in black with his Roman collar, noticeably muscular body, 
and bulging crotch.  He didn't seem at all fazed to be greeted by a naked 
man with a 10.5" hardon, and two other naked men with looks of terror on 
their faces and beginning-to-wilt cocks.  For all his expression said, he 
was expecting to be greeted by three naked men with hardons.  Perhaps only 
Carl saw the sudden glint in the priest's eyes when he got a really good 
look at the two tiny naked boys, who were of course still hard and eager.

Father Sean stepped in and Carl shut the door behind him, locking it this 
time.  "Father, these guys are Tony Andretti and Don Mason, the friends I 
was telling you about.  Tony's boys, little Tony, six, and Marco, four.  
Fellas, this is Fa-ther Sean Flanagan from St. Pius over in Stonewall."

Tony and Don weren't exactly stupid.  The fact the priest was here, and with 
a huge hardon showing in his pants, said that Carl had invited him to share 
the fun.  But still, it felt a bit awkward being naked in front of a 
fully-dressed priest.  The "pleased-to-meet-ya's" were quick and mostly 
mumbled by Tony and Don.

As Carl started speaking again, Father Sean raised his hands, undid the 
white collar and dropped it behind him, and then toed off his loafers.  He 
was bare-foot.  "There's been a change in plans."

The priest's brief smile was of the "well, duh" variety.

"Tony brought a surprise today.  His boys.  And he, well, he wants me to 
fuck little Marco.  Marco's a virgin."

"Sounds like a generous and well-thought-out surprise.  Tony is clearly a 
good friend and a caring father."

Don snorted his disbelief.  Tony just smiled.  Damn!  Now he knew *two* pedo 
priests.  Could life be any better?  He groped his once more stiff meat as 
the priest undid the last button on his black, short-sleeved shirt, pulled 
it out of his pants and off, and dropped it behind him, too.  But what was 
all this plan shit?

Father Sean smiled at Carl as he undid his belt buckle, popped open the 
button, and started unzipping.  "What about the other part?" he asked Carl.

Fuck.  Shit. Damn.  The other part of fucking Plan A was to have the 
priest's huge cock take his anal virginity while he was taking his boy's 
virginity.  But he'd sort of planned on just, well, working into it, letting 
it happen.  Now the priest had directly asked, and was waiting for an 
answer.  With his pants open, partially down over his obviously 
non-underwear-bearing hips, his thick silky pubes and clearly visible.  Carl 
looked at his friends, who were also waiting for an answer.

"Uh, well, you mean, the part where you fuck my ass while I'm fucking the 
boy?"  Carl kept his eyes away from Tony and Don.  He didn't want to risk 
seeing the disgust on their faces, but fuck it, this was his home, his life, 
his ass, and he wanted a cock up inside it for the first time.  So screw 
'em.

The priest dropped the pants to the floor and stepped out of them.  "Yeah, 
that part.  But with just a little difference.  You mean where I'm fucking 
your cunt, don't you?"

The priest could see the "I'm a goddamn man.  Men don't have cunts!" shaping 
up and ready to be blurted out.  He stopped it by simply raising his right 
hand so that his fingers were around the back of Carl's neck, and his right 
thumb was gently stroking Carl's cheek.  His left hand was stroking Carl's 
oozing prick.  His voice was very firm.  "You see, Carl, you have to 
understand.  Real men don't get fucked.  Real men are on top, plowing their 
meat hard and fast into the bitch's cunt they're using.  Man, baby, boy, 
teen, it doesn't matter.  If one of your holes is being fucked, it's a cunt. 
  Especially your ass cunt.  So, what is it you want me to do?"

Carl tried to turn his head to see how his friends were reacting to all 
this, but Father Sean wouldn't let him.  "Uh, yeah, I want you to fuck my 
man cunt."

"Louder, Carl.  I'm not sure even I heard you.  Tell your friends just what 
you want me to do."

"All right!  I want you to shove your goddamned cock up my cunt ass while 
I'm breeding little Marco, and I want you fuck me hard and fast!"

"There, now.  That wasn't so hard, was it?"  The priest's voice was only 
slightly mocking, as he released Carl's neck, and using Carl's cock as a 
lever turned him so he was facing the others.

Carl slowly raised his eyes -- and got another surprise.  There was no 
disgust showing in Don's eyes or Tony's.  Some shock.  Well, fuck yeah, 
their buddy had never said anything before about wanting dick up his ass, 
uh, his cunt.  But mostly just overwhelming lust.  Carl bit back a sigh.  At 
least the humiliating part was over and they could get on with it.

Getting on would have to wait.  Further humiliation couldn't.  The priest 
wasn't through.  "Carl, I want you to turn around, spread your legs, bend 
over, grab your knees and show your friends and these two fine little boys 
just what you want me to use.

Carl did what he was told.  "Are you lubed up, Carl?  Is your cunt nice and 
greasy?"

Carl knew to speak up.  His "yes" was loud and clear.  His grunt was the 
same when the priest shoved his forefinger all the way up Carl's hole. The 
sharp in-halation was for when that finger stroked over his prostate.

"You all want to move a little closer so you can get a good look at the 
pussy I'm going to be fucking in a while?"  The other four moved in very 
close indeed.  Father Sean rammed a second finger up Carl's cunt.  Carl 
gasped at the intrusion and the sharp, very sharp pain that shot up inside 
him.  But then he felt his ass walls clamp down around the stroking fingers 
-- which promptly found his prostate and pressed even harder.  This time 
Carl's noise was a full-fledged whimper.

"Tony, Don, your friend's cunt is nice and tight.  You want to finger it 
your-self and see?"

"Oh, God, please."  Carl's voice was an agonized whisper.

"Please, what, Carl?"

Please don't do this to me.  Please don't let my friends, make my friends, 
fin-ger my pussy.  Please.  Except, well, he knew what Father Sean wanted, 
and deep inside, he knew what he wanted.  "Please.  Please do it."

For the next couple of minutes, Don and Tony let their cocks alone, another 
stroke or two and they'd shoot, and enjoyed finger-fucking their best 
friend's new-found cunt, marveling at how hot and tight it was.  Even the 
boys fingered their Uncle Carl's cunt.  Then it was the priest's turn again. 
  As he slid his two fingers into Carl again, he asked the other men, "You 
think you might like to use this cunt when I'm done with it?  Won't be quite 
as tight as virgin pussy, but still, he'll be pretty tight.  And it's a real 
turn-on using another man's cum for lube."

"Fuck, yeah!" was Don's eager and immediate response.  Tony's "sure" took a 
lit-tle while to arrive, but it was followed by an also-eager, "Fuck, yeah."

"Good, good," said the priest as he pulled his fingers out of Carl's 
asshole, and helped him to straighten up and turn around to the others.  His 
cock hadn't softened a bit and was leaking precum in an almost steady 
stream.  "Just one thing, guys, that *you* have to understand.  Anything you 
give, you damned well better be ready, willing and able to take."

Don looked puzzled, but Tony's expression showed a glimmer of understanding. 
  The priest continued.  "If you give your best friend here a hard, fast 
fuck, then you better be able to take the same kind of fuck yourself.  You 
use Carl's cunt, then he or any other man in this room gets to use your very 
own cunt hole, too.  You okay with that?  Still want sloppy seconds or 
thirds in Carl's pussy?"

Don's "no problem" was heart-felt.  He'd been a combination pedo-fag for 
years, enjoying getting fucked and sucking as much as being on top, whether 
with men, teens or boys.  He just hadn't been able to tell his friends until 
now.

Tony's "okay" was equally certain.  He hadn't been fucked in years, not 
since papa had died.  But before that he'd been fucked hard and often, 
primarily as a young boy.  An image flashed across his mind of his very 
first fuck.  His father had taken him to a monastery down in the southern 
part of the state, and late at night had taken him into the dimly-lit 
church, tied him to the altar, and told the selected monks and novitiates 
that had assembled at his request, that his little boy was theirs to use as 
a gift for all that their prayers had helped him to achieve.  Papa later 
told him that it was the abbot who had taken his anal cherry, which was part 
of the gift to the holy men of the church.  It had been very painful and he 
had squealed and wailed a lot, but after a while he grew to like it.  He was 
also very grateful that he had been fucked so hard and so well and filled to 
overflowing with so much cum, because by the time Father Heinrich's turn 
came around...he was the priest with the horse cock...he'd been able to take 
every inch of it up inside his boy cunt and beg to be fucked hard.  Papa 
said he was very proud of his brave little boy slut.

Now that all that was settled there was a hesitant pause as each of them 
waited for someone else to do or say something to get the real fucking and 
sucking started.  It was Carl who spoke first, since he'd just remembered 
something very important.  Given the change in plans, he needed to keep 
little Kevin occupied while he, his pals, and the pedo priest used the two 
little boys.  "Don, where's Kevin's bottle?"

"Oh, jeez, I forgot.  It's over there."  He pointed to a table beside the 
hall leading to the kitchen.

Carl went over and picked it up.  It was only two-thirds full.  He held it 
up and gestured to Tony.  "You need to piss?"

"Yeah."  Tony held out his hand.

Father Sean asked, "For your boy?"  Carl nodded.  "Why don't we all 
contribute?  Boys, do you have to pee?" Both nodded their heads.

The priest gestured and Carl walked over and gave him the bottle.  The 
others blinked in amazement as he lifted it to his mouth and took a healthy 
swallow that left the bottle half full.  He held the mouth of the bottle at 
his cock knob, and after a minute or two of concentrating his wide piss-slit 
opened and hot piss began pouring out.  He let a good dose go into the 
bottle, warming it up nicely, and then cut the flow off.  He extended the 
bottle to Tony, who took it.  Then, holding his half-hard cock, he said, "I 
need a toilet, Carl."

Carl almost gestured toward the bathroom, but then realized what the priest 
was really asking.  What the fuck.  He *had* learned his lesson at the 
church, so he knew Father Sean was going to be serving as Carl's or 
someone's private urinal later on. Carl dropped to his knees in front of the 
priest, opened his mouth wide, and Father Sean gently moved the head and 
part of the shaft into the of-fered hole.  Carl closed his lips, the priest 
sighed, and they could all tell when the priest let his piss start gushing 
out.

Carl's cheeks puffed out, and he started swallowing rapidly, his hands 
holding tightly to the priest's muscular thighs to keep his position.  It 
didn't take long for Father Sean to finish, and Carl licked the 
starting-to-harden cock clean before releasing it.

"Fucking Christ, man, you're a fucking perv!" Tony said.  The tone was part 
man-to-man teasing, part surprise, part uncertainty over these new facets to 
his friend.  Plus a large portion of lust.

Carl stood up and went to stand in front of Tony.  "You gonna donate for my 
boy?" Tony's nod was of the what-the-fuck-did-you-think variety.  "You gonna 
need a toilet, too?"

Tony was about to agree. Yeah, that would be fucking hot.  Draining his piss 
down his buddy's throat.  Whoa.  One fucking step back. Carl just gulped 
down the priest's piss, so from what the priest said, that meant the priest 
would be drinkin' piss later, from Carl or somebody.  So if he pissed in 
Carl's mouth....  Shit.  He had no problem with pissing his boys, or 
drinking their boy-piss.  But man-piss?  Now that was downright disgusting.  
Or it would have been if his cock hadn't just voted by getting painfully 
hard.  What the fuck.  "Yeah, buddy, I need a toilet.  But I got to piss 
real bad, so you may need some help.  What do you think, Don?  You willin' 
to be a toilet for your best bud?"  There.  That'll put the fucker on the 
spot.

Don didn't bother with an answer, just walked over, stroking his hard cock, 
dropped to his knees beside Carl, and opened his mouth.  Tony's ability to 
get soft enough to piss wasn't helped by the sight of two horny men on their 
knees in front of him stroking stiff cocks, while a pedo priest sat 
cross-legged on the floor, his arms around Tony's little boys while he 
fondled their tiny cocks and balls.  He shut his eyes and after a couple of 
minutes of concentration on other things he softened enough to add a 
generous helping to the bottle.  Like the priest, he cut off the flow, and 
then generously shared a flood of piss be-tween the toilet mouths of his two 
friends.  When he was finally done he shook off his cock, flicking piss 
drops into their faces.

Father Sean reached up and Tony stepped around his pals and handed the 
bottle to the priest, who laid belly-down on the floor, using his forearms 
to get to just the right height for the standing boys' crotches.  Starting 
with little Tony, the priest persuaded each boy in turn to add his boy-piss 
to the bottle, and then he placed his mouth around the boy's prick and tight 
ball and...very self-ishly, the other three adults thought...swallowed down 
all of the boy-piss.  When they were done, he stood up, and the men realized 
his mouth was still full.

Carl had learned at the church that he enjoyed kissing another man.  Don 
already knew.  Tony was the only one who had never kissed a man before, even 
as a young boy when he was getting sexed by his family and the monks.  But 
Tony knew he was turned on by drinking his sons' piss, so once again he let 
his dick do the talk-ing.  Father Sean carefully kissed each man, sharing a 
bit of the boy-piss.  When he was done, there was another of those pauses, 
but not a long one.

"Look, guys, I don't know about you but I need to cum right now and take the 
fucking edge off," Carl said.  The men were all able to cum multiple times, 
es-pecially with such prime boy cunt available, and they were all in the 
same con-dition, so there was no disagreement.  A fast cum, a little rest -- 
five sec-onds, ten? -- and then time for the main sex course.

Carl screwed the nipple top on the bottle and led the naked horde into the 
large kitchen where Kevy was still happily playing in his large plastic tub 
and splashing around in his Uncle Don's earlier piss.  Carl picked his naked 
boy up, cradled him in his left arm, and with his right put the bottle of 
warm piss to his son's mouth.  Kevin grabbed onto it eagerly, and began 
sucking the bright yellow mixture down.

Carl carefully laid the boy on the kitchen table, his head held in place by 
his father's loving hands, while his father's dick rested on his hair and 
dripped precum on the bottle, Don and Tony beside him.  The two uncles loved 
giving lit-tle Kevy cum facials, more now with the boy drinking down their 
shared piss.  It didn't take more than a few strokes before they were 
grunting and swearing and showering the boy's face with thick hot strands of 
cum. Which left Carl and the priest all boned up and with somewhere definite 
to go.  Tony switched places with Carl, and the priest moved to Tony's 
right.  What a fucking sight.  A baby boy swilling down a man-piss-boy-piss 
drink.  The two men started jacking.

Little Tony and Marco were feeling a bit left out with all the attention 
being paid to, well, a silly baby.  So as Carl and Father Sean started 
stroking, Marco stood by the priest and began fondling his balls and tugging 
on them, which caused the priest to moan and stroke a little faster.

Little Tony had a better idea.  He knew how his daddy liked to have his 
asshole played with, and he figured Uncle Carl would, too.  He put his right 
hand up be-tween the hairy ass cheeks and pushed in.  Hey, Uncle Carl's hole 
was all greasy.  Wow.  Daddy's hole was never like that.  Let's see.  Daddy 
liked his hole rubbed and sometimes fingered by his boys.  So that's what 
little Tony did.  He rubbed his hand around on the lips of Carl's ass, 
causing his uncle to moan, and getting his hand greasy, too.  Uncle Carl had 
a nice soft asshole that kept pulsing as young Tony slid one and then two 
fingers up inside it and out again.  Carl whimpered and jacked faster.  The 
boy put three fingers inside his uncle's hole and Carl unconsciously thrust 
his ass backward - hard.  Little Tony's whole hand slid inside his uncle's 
cunt, which caused Carl to shout "Oh, fuck!" and start spraying his baby boy 
with cum.  The sight of all that daddy-cum, and the 4-year-old hands tugging 
on his fat balls was all that was needed to send the priest over the edge 
with his own loud "fuck, yeah!"

Although his asshole had clamped tight on the boy intruder, as the last 
shots of cum spurted out his piss-tube, Carl regained enough control to 
reach back with his left hand, grab his nephew's wrist, and make very sure 
that that hand went no further where no hand had gone before.  When the cum 
was gone, Carl gently guided the boy's hand out of his hole, let his arm go, 
straightened up, and sighed.  Fuck.  That had been an awesome cum, and he 
was still horned up.  But at least no one knew what had happened.

Carl glanced around.  Tony was next to him, then the priest, little Marco by 
Fa-ther Sean.  Except....  Where was Don?  He looked over his left shoulder. 
  Don was standing there playing with his cum-slick, hard dick.  He also had 
a wicked smile on his face, which got a bit more wicked when he let his cock 
go, clenched his right hand and made a little back-and-forth gesture, before 
returning to his jacking.  Carl winced but kept his mouth shut. He felt up 
his own ass cunt then, and it felt a bit looser.  Maybe, when the time came, 
getting fucked wouldn't hurt quite as much as he expected it to.

He didn't have long to wait to find out.  While Tony and Don began licking 
up the heavy loads of oozing man slime off of the boy, something they'd 
never done before, Father Sean grabbed one of the large towels with one 
hand, Carl's arm with the other, and led him back to the living room and the 
large leather wing-backed chair.  He spread the towel and sat down.  His 
huge cock was obscene, standing upright, the thick veins distended, the wide 
piss-slit spewing a new round of precum.  "Straddle my legs, Carl."

Carl did what he was told.  Father Sean used his left hand to bend Carl 
forward, and then rammed two fingers up his shit hole hard and fast.  Carl 
grunted but he'd braced himself and so didn't move.  The fingers stroking in 
and out, play-ing with the slick walls of his cunt turned Carl on even more. 
  Father Sean pulled his fingers out and rested his hands on the arms of the 
chair.

"Okay, bitch, reach between my legs and get hold of my cock.  Yeah, that's 
right.  Now squat a little so that thick knob is just touching your pussy.  
Good, good.  Yeah, I knew you'd be a good bitch.  And what does a good bitch 
do?  She always gets a real man's cock positioned just right to give her man 
maximum pleasure when he decides to let her have it up her cunt.

"So, bitch, how do you think I'm gonna get maximum pleasure when I take your 
cherry away?"

Christ.  He didn't want to say, but fuck, it would probably still happen 
anyway.  "If you ram your dick into, into my cunt hard and fast and all the 
way in at once."

"Fuckin' right, bitch.  But first, keep that cock nice and steady, spread 
those pussy lips and get the head of my meat up in your cunt."

Carl adjusted his weight, angled the thick cock better and then shoved his 
ass down.  Hard.  He let out a half-strangled howl as the wide knob end 
punched through and his cunt lips slammed down around it.  The noise brought 
Tony, Don and the boys quickly in from the kitchen where they'd already laid 
the mostly-clean baby, still naked, in his crib, still sucking contentedly 
on his bottle of piss.

"Welcome back, guys.  Tony, why don't you get your little one's cunt all 
greased up so it's ready for Carl's cherry buster.  Don, you gonna get 
yourself a piece of boy-pussy out of little Tony, there?"

"Damn right!  Well, uh, if it's okay with Tony.  It's just, well, Christ, 
I've been wanting to put my cock up inside this little stud's cunt for 
years."

Tony had no problem with that.  Little Tony had let his daddy bottom out in 
him lots of times, and although Don's cock wouldn't go as far into the boy's 
pussy as his daddy's, it was definitely going to stretch that whole wider.

"Okay, so let's get rid of Carl's unwanted cherry."  Father Sean put his 
large hands firmly on Carl's waist.  "Now balance yourself, and we'll do 
this on a count of three.  Okay?"

"O...okay."

The priest started counting.  Somewhere between an unvoiced one-and-a-half 
and one-and-three-quarters the priest thrust his hips up while helping 
gravity along by pulling down - very hard - on Carl's hips.  This howl 
wasn't strangled at all, half or otherwise.  Fuck, the wolves out west 
probably heard it and figured it was a relative getting an early start, 
maybe a test run, on baying at the next full moon.  Carl was certain he'd 
never felt pain like that before, not even when he broke his leg.  He got 
his breathing under control, felt his entire body sweating, and held very, 
very still.

Father Sean used his right hand to stroke and almost pet Carl's slick back.  
"Very good, bitch.  You made your daddy very happy.  Isn't it great to know 
you have a real man's thick meat balls-deep in your man pussy?  Now show how 
much you appreciate what daddy is doing for you.  Relax those cunt muscles, 
and move your hips around real slow.  Nice.  Nice.  Now brace yourself on 
the arms of the chair and raise your cunt up just a little.  Yeah, good.  
Hold it there, good, now drop back down real fast.  Oh, yeah, that make's 
daddy's cock feel good."

Carl generally didn't learn how to do something new very quickly.  But he 
was a fast learner today.  It only took a few minutes of the priest's 
softly-voiced, explicit instructions and soothing praise, before Carl was 
rejoicing in the thick cock filling his cunt, already anticipating the 
regret and emptiness he would feel once his hole was filled with cum and the 
cock withdrawn.  Just to show off a little he lifted up until the knob end 
was barely inside his ass lips and then dropped down hard and fast to impale 
himself on the priest's staff.  Christ! Did that feel fucking good.  He 
definitely wasn't going to stop with just once getting his ass fucked.  He 
started to lift up again for a repeat, but Father Sean held him in place.  
Carl whimpered slightly and rotated his hips.  Fuck but it felt good to be 
fucked!

Father Sean stopped the movement.  He leaned back in the chair, pulling Carl 
with him so that Carl's back was resting on his chest.  The priest spread 
his legs which stretched Carl's even further, but the rest of them now had a 
good view of how widely-stretched Carl's cunt was, with that dark meat 
thrust up in-side it.  Father Sean twisted Carl's tits hard, and Carl 
moaned, writhing his hips again.  When he stopped, the priest told Tony to 
lift little Marco up and lay him face down on top of Carl.

Carl supported the boy under the armpits and smiled into the 
slightly-frightened face of the 4-year-old.  Tony slicked up Carl's cock 
with several large blobs of KY, and then holding Carl's cock in place with 
his right hand, directed Carl in moving Marco into position so that his 
tight, shiny pink virgin pussy hole was lined up just right with Carl's 
baby-fucker.  "You ready, honey?"

"Y-yes, daddy."

"Now, Uncle Carl is going to shove you down so I can get his cock into your 
tight little cunt, so there's going to be some pain, just like I told you."

But that had been before the boys had seen Carl getting fucked for the first 
time.  "L-like Uncle Carl?"

Tony's voice was soothing.  "Oh, no, baby boy.  Uncle Carl's dick is just 
the right size for opening up tiny boy pussies.  There'll be some hurt, 
sure, but it'll go away.  And you do want to be able to get daddy's dick 
inside your hole, don't you?  And not have to wait so long?"

"Oh, yes, daddy."  The boy looked up trustingly into Carl's eyes.  "Fuck me, 
Un-cle Carl.  Please?"

What's a pedo to do?  Or a pair of pedo fathers engineering the 
cherry-busting of an eager 4-year-old boy?  Of course they did just what 
they - and the boy - wanted.  Carl pushed the boy down his body while Tony 
made sure the knob end and, amazingly, part of the shaft went right inside 
the little cunt.

Without one fucking sound from the kid.

"Ohhhhh, daddy, Uncle Carl's dickie feels soooo good inside me.  Oh, please, 
Un-cle Carl, fuck me, fuck me."

Tony quickly wiped his hands on another towel, placed his hands on Marco's 
hips, and tugged him further down.  Three more inches slid in, nearly half 
the fucking dick, and the only squeal from Marco was one of clear ecstasy.  
Well, five inches was enough. Can't take a chance on hurting --  Okay, well, 
maybe six.  Damn, but would you look at my boy go?  He's a fucking cock 
hound and boy cunt. Shit, the little whore wants more.  Damn, but that's 
gotta be seven inches in his cunt.  Okay, goddamnit, eight is enough!  He 
grabbed hold of Marco's waist and stopped him from moving.

So Father Sean and Carl and the little boy started another kind of movement. 
  Good, steady fucking.  Tony, Don and little Tony stood back in awe, all 
three achingly hard, as the three on the chair writhed and shifted and 
moaned and gulped and cussed and started the two cocks, one thin, one thick, 
sliding in and out of tight greasy male cunts.  The priest began fucking 
Carl especially hard, and then stopped and told them to hold still.  As much 
as the priest loved this position and how well onlookers could see the cunts 
being cock-filled, he really wanted Carl's first fuck to be a very hard one.

Following the priest's directions, Don and Tony helped Carl to stand, 
lifting him off the massive priest prick, while little Marco remained 
impaled.  What a fucking sight.  A pedo daddy straddling a pedo priest with 
a young, young boy impaled on his daddy meat.  With Tony and Don supporting 
the boy, they managed to move away from the chair and get down on the floor 
so that Marco could be on his back on a blanket, his ups up-thrust on a 
pillow.  Carl gently eased his cock in and out of the young pussy, then 
stopped when he felt the priest kneel behind him and then mount his man cunt 
in one long smooth stroke.  Carl was in sheer fucking ecstasy.  Thick 
Irish-Italian cock filling his man cunt, his own long slim rod filling young 
boy cunt.

Tony wasn't sure who was repaying who for the gift of Marco's virginity as 
he stood in front of Carl and buried his meat into his friend's hot, tight, 
and ob-viously talented throat.  Don had just learned that his courtesy 
nephew's boy cunt was also hot, tight and talented.  He hadn't really been 
paying attention to the others, because he was working on getting his 
thicker-than-daddy's meat into little Tony's shitter with a minimum of pain, 
for a nice puppy-fuck.  Damn but he loved little boys on all fours, their 
assholes open to him. Just like little Tony's.

He looked over at the other four and inhaled.  Damn, but if little Tony's 
cunt wasn't so hot and talented that sight alone would turn him on.  A tiny 
boy with his legs in the air getting fucked missionary-style by the long 
thin cock of his uncle.  The uncle getting what looked like the beginning of 
a rough doggy-fuck from the pedo priest behind him.  And the boy's daddy 
standing up and roughly face fucking the uncle.

They all began fucking assholes and mouth holes faster and faster.  Marco 
squealed loudly through several quick dry cums, as did little Tony, and then 
Tony's butt cheeks dimpled as he thrust his cock deep into his friend's 
throat, holding Carl's face tight to his pubes, and began to unload an 
almost neverend-ing load of thick cum.  Carl couldn't speak but his groans 
around the cock in his mouth and the grunts as well let everyone know he was 
unleashing his own torrent of spooge far up inside the little boy's cunt, 
indeed, a great deal far-ther than anyone had expected to be possible, which 
quickly filled the available space and began oozing out of the hole.  Father 
Sean just rabbit-fucked through every spurt out of his piss-slit until he 
gave Carl's cunt one last hard ram and then held still, shuddering.  Don 
enjoyed being the last to cum up his own boy cunt, with the boy joining him 
for just one more dry cum.

After a few minutes of holding very still, they all pulled out of the 
various holes, lapped and sucked each other clean, including sucking the cum 
out of ass-holes and sharing it around.  They collapsed in a not-quite-heap 
on the floor.  Then, for the next two hours, until they had to stop and 
clean everything up be-fore the women got home, they fucked and sucked in 
every combination the fertile imaginations of four experienced pedos could 
come up with.

As the others were getting ready to leave, after a final round of kissing 
and groping that left them all pretty much wanting at least one more round, 
despite knowing they couldn't, Carl smiled.  Tony and Don recognized that 
smile.  It didn't happen very often, but when it did, it was bad.  Very bad.

"You know, guys," said Carl, "I really liked the sex as the main course for 
lunch instead of food.  But I'd really rather have something else as main 
course, dessert, whatever.  You know, a good old-fashioned, big, dripping 
with hot sauce, two-cherry Sunday."

The boys looked puzzled, the three adults groaned, and Father Sean rapped 
Carl lightly upside the head.  As he stepped out the door, he murmured, 
"Well, if you pray a lot and just right, maybe you'll get your wish."

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