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Another Mike the Soccer Coach
Part 2:  A Religious Experience 1

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


Author's Notes:  Maxamm's "Three Men and a Baby" (2000) also inspired
an M/b version (for personal use <g> only), but the characters show up
here as Father Flanagan finds out he's going to get lucky again, in
more ways than one.  In Part 3, you find out why Father Flanagan is so
very, very good at what he does.  You'll have to wait for Part 4 to
see soccer coach Mike, his son Jimmy, and Jimmy's best friend,
10-year-old Andy, in action.  Along with John and Joshua.  And don't
forget:  Inquiring authors want to know--what did you think?  So put
fingers to a  dried-off, cleaned-up keyboard and start by typing:
dr_harris_81REMOVE@hotmail.com.

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


 
Part 2:  A Religious Experience 1

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

Father Sean Flanagan, the priest with the Irish name and the Italian
looks, held back a sigh.  It had been a long week since he'd had his
first boy-fuck, or at least where he was doing the fucking.  Growing
up, he'd regularly serviced the men in his family and most of their
friends, and loved every drop of cum pumped into and on him.  But last
week was hot.  Ten-year-old Jimmy, slender, and a well-trained
boy-slut.  His father Mike was the assistant soccer coach for one of
St. Pius' opponents in the city league, and together they'd
double-fucked the kid, ass (priest) and mouth (daddy).  Since then,
zip.  Hell, not even a decent confession to jack off to.

"And how long has it been since your last confession?"

"Uh, well...."  The voice on the other side of the wall suddenly
sounded very nervous.  "Uh, well, um, never."

What?  "And how is that possible, my son?"

The man's voice became more than a little embarrassed, and much, much
softer.  "Because I'm not Catholic?"

Was there a full moon he didn't know about?  Suddenly the Protestants
were finding themselves in need of a priest.  Mike had used a need for
counseling for him and Jimmy to get to see Father Sean, and then
seduce him.  Father Sean smiled at the memory of sliding his thick
meat in and out of the little boy's hole, while sharing a kiss with
the boy's father, which included a mouthful of hot boy-piss swirling
back and forth between the two men.

"Then why are you here?"

"Well, uh, y'see, I've seen stuff on television and stuff, you know,
about confessions and how you guys, uh, priests, I mean, can't talk
about what you hear.  And, well, I really need to talk to somebody,
and I can't do it with my friends because I know what they would say."

"Are you ready to sincerely repent your sins?"

"Well, uh, yeah, I guess so, but what I really need, I think, is some
of that, uh, what is it, it sounds like vodka?"

Father Sean restrained a grin.  "Absolution?"

"Yeah, yeah, that's it."

Okay, so this wasn't going to be any cum-fodder, but it might be fun.
"Very well, we'll go ahead.  Now, how have you sinned?"

"Well, uh, I've been having, what do you guys call it, impure
thoughts?"

Maybe not so fun after all.  Maybe just boring.  Oh well, he'd given
his word, but he could at least hurry the guy along.  Not that there
was anyone waiting.  The church was already locked, and Father Sean
would be going back to the rectory after he finished here and let this
last penitent out the side door.

"About whom?"

"My son."

Father Sean's cock twitched.  "What kind of thoughts have you been
having?"  There was a long pause, a big intake of breath.  "Go ahead,
my son, just say it.  I doubt I will be surprised, so don't beat
around the bush."

"Okay, Father.  It's, well, I've been thinking about fucking him."

Father Sean's dick became definitely interested.  "How?"

"How?"

"Yes, my son.  If I am to arrive at a proper penance, I need to know
everything.  And you can tell me freely since I cannot disclose what
you say to anyone."  Father Sean had an absolute talent for sounding
so sincere that people believed everything he said.

"Oh.  Well.  Uh, okay.  Sometimes, I think about doing it, you know,
taking his cherry, with him on his back.  Holding his legs wide apart
and looking down on his stiff little dick while I slowly move my
greased prick to his tiny hole and then push to get the head in and
then just slide in until I'm buried to the balls.  And, well, other
times, he's on his stomach with a pillow under his hips, and I'll
tongue-fuck him first, slurping around his hole until he's wet with my
mouth slime, and then I'll just thrust all the way in and get it over
all at once.  I mean, I know it'll hurt him the first time, we all
know that, but you know, once he got used to it, he'd really like it.
And then I'd start to fuck him, just short strokes at first to ease
him into it, but then longer and longer until I was just barely
keeping the head of my dick in his hole when I backed up, and then
faster and harder and harder until, oh Christ, I'd blow a fucking wad
up my son's butt like I've never blown before."

The man stopped, and in the silence the priest could hear his heavy
breathing.  He had to work, himself, to keep his own heavy breathing
down.  Unlike his cock, which was definitely up.  And likely to stay
that way, despite being cramped inside his briefs.  "And have you ever
acted on these thoughts, my son?"

Another pause.  "Well, not those thoughts."

Father Sean had no choice but to rearrange his meat, and be grateful
no one else was around that evening to see the large wet spot from his
precum when he left the confessional.  "What thoughts have you acted
on, my son?"

A longer pause.  "Are you really sure you can't talk about this?  You
know, cops and stuff?"

Father Sean's voice was deep, comforting, persuasive.  "This is just
between you and me, my son.  And the Lord who already knows anyway.
But it is far better for you to tell me everything."

"Uh.  Hmmm.  Okay.  Well, see, it started a couple of months ago, with
a poker game.  Two of my buddies came over while my wife was out.  My
son was up in bed sleeping.  He'd been sick recently, so I had a
monitor in his room, and it was turned on in the kitchen, and D--, uh,
my friend, didn't know about it.  See, he went up to take a piss, and
then we heard him talking to my son, and we knew he was beating off
while he was doing it.  How he'd like to fuck my son's mouth, and
wondering whether I'd done that or whether I'd licked his butthole.
But he didn't do anything.  Just muttered he'd have to take a piss and
get downstairs before I got suspicious.

"See, I'd thought about some of that stuff.  Like maybe sucking my
kid's dick or even better, mouth fucking him, but I'd never done
anything.  And when I looked over T--, well, my other friend, well he
was just standing there with this huge fucking boner in his shorts.
And that just blew me away.  I mean, T-- uh, Father, can I just say
their names, since, uh, you can't tell anyway, and I'm not really from
around here?"

Father Sean continued lightly squeezing his cock.  "Of course, my
son."

"Well, Tony has three sons, and here he was throwing a hard over Don
talkin' dirty to my son.  I pretended like I didn't notice, though.
But I did.  Three of us.  And all hot and hard for my son.  So anyway,
after Don came downstairs I said I had to go up and check on Kevin. So
I did.  You should have seen their faces when I brought him back
downstairs and into the kitchen.

"And, well, he stayed there through the rest of the evening.  Naked.
And, uh, well, we took turns jacking off on him, or sometimes all of
us together would spray him with cum, or take turns fucking his hot
little mouth, and, uh, well, pissing him too.  I mean, the toilet was
upstairs, and he, well, he liked it.  Liked drinking it, too. `N ever
since then, well, I've jacked off on him, or jacked my cum into his
hot little mouth, or creamed his little butt, even pissed him a bunch
of times, too."

The priest wasn't sure he could stand much more.  He had to ask. "And,
uh, how old is your son?"

"Eleven - "

"An eleven year old boy lets his father and his father's friends use
him like that?"  Father Sean squeezed his aching prick.  Fuck, what an
image.

"Uh, well, no, not - "

"You and your friends force him to do these things?"  That was cool. A
little force between a man and a boy wasn't all bad.  Christ, he'd
have to jack off and cum his pants as soon as this guy left the
church.  He couldn't wait until he got upstairs.

"No, uh, father, he does like it.  I mean, he doesn't cry or anything.
And he, uh, well, just gulps down the cum and piss.  It's just, well,
it's, uh, eleven months, not years."

"Holy fuck."  There was absolute silence after the words slipped out
of Father Sean's mouth.

Don thought about how the priest's voice had sounded a little ragged
with the last couple of questions.  Sort of like his own voice sounded
when he was fucking his fist while talking to someone on the phone,
and trying to disguise how turned on he was.  "You playing with your
dick, too, Father?"

The priest was about to deny it when he picked up on the "too."
"Yeah."

Hot damn.  Carl had really lucked out.  He'd wound up with a real live
pedo priest.  Maybe he'd let him watch while he jacked off.  Or maybe,
even, well, something more.  Carl, Don and Tony had just confined
themselves to watching each other have sex with baby Kevin, but Carl
had begun to wonder what it would be like with one of his friends,
too.  

But before Carl could say anything, the priest spoke again, his voice
just above a whisper, although the church was completely empty.  "I am
so fucking turned on I look like I pissed my pants."

Carl groaned.  The sound of his zipper moving down, the rustling of
his shirt as he moved it aside and pulled his own dripping prick out
of his jeans seemed loud.

Father Sean said, "But you still haven't told me about your impure
`thoughts.'  With all you and your friends have done to your boy, what
could - "  He paused.  "Oh."

Carl smeared his own lube down his cock, making it slick.  "Yeah,
Father, you got it.  I imagine myself fucking my little boy.  And
Tony's boys.  They're 2, 4 and 6 and they've all been sexing their
daddy for years."

The priest moaned.  His own thick shaft was already in his hand,
almost greasy with the amount of precum he was leaking.  "Has, has
your friend been fucking his boys?"

"Just the oldest.  See, Tony's got eight inches of Italian sausage,
and it's thick, and he figured he'd really hurt the younger ones if he
fucked `em, so he waited until the oldest was six before starting in
on him.  Don's about seven inches and even thicker. But me, well, the
guys say I've got the perfect babyfucker.  I'm well, kinda long and
kinda thin, and they say I could bust a cherry boy cunt real easy and
make it good on the kid."

"Show me."

Carl blinked.  "You wanta watch me fuck a kid?"

"Yeah.  My granddad watched my daddy fuck me for the first time when I
was five.  I loved it, knowing he was watching me get dicked.  But
right now I want to see your fucking pedo cock."
Carl gulped.  "Here?"  But the priest's obscenity and his rapid
breathing were turning Carl on even more.

"Church is empty.  Locked.  You tellin' me it wouldn't turn you on to
show off your pedo prick to a pedo priest who likes little boys like
you do?  A pedo priest who fucked a ten year old boy down the hall
last week, while his daddy watched and helped?"  Father Sean's voice
faded away and then resumed -  right outside the confessional door
where Carl was seated, his shorts around his ankles, his cock gleaming
in the dim light.  "Open up, my son, and let me see that baby-fucker
meat."
Carl stood up, opened the door, and then without waiting stepped out,
or more waddled out since his pants were bunched at his ankles.  From
the priest's name at the front of the church, Carl was expecting a
redhead, maybe with a burning bush, but what he got was as much
Italian as his bud Tony, but with an even bigger cock.  Nine inches.
Really thick.  Huge hairy balls.  All thrusting out the open zipper of
his black pants.  One hairy-knuckled paw stroking the prick lightly
while the piss-slit leaked precum in a steady flow.  Carl was
impressed.

So was Father Sean.  He'd never seen a prick that long before, not in
real life, and he'd assumed the ones he saw on the Net were just faked
up.  Ten inches.  Eleven?  Slim, but with a big head and a huge piss
slit.  Sure, a kid would squeal when that head punched through his
tight little hole, but then he'd start moaning with lust when he got
used to the rest of the thin meat sliding in and out of his shitter.
Oh yeah, a definite baby fuckin', boy-cherry bustin' kind of cock.  No
boy cunts around right now but he had a mouth cunt that could use a
good hosing of man cum.  Father Sean stepped closer and dropped to his
knees.  Everything about the situation and the man, hell, even his
plump beer belly, the thick dark pubes and treasure trail, the
low-low-hanging balls, even the funky man scent of his crotch, was
keeping him good and sexed up.

Carl looked down on the hunky priest kneeling in front of him, and
watched him lean forward and carefully lick just the oozing head of
Carl's meat, before sliding it past his lips and swirling his tongue
in and around the piss slit.  Christ.  He was about to get a blowjob
from a priest right in church.  Where anyone might see them.  Had to
be some big time fuckin' blasphemy doin' that, like God was gonna
strike them dead any second now.  But still, big time fuckin' turn-on
too.

Father Sean let Carl's cock head out of his mouth and looked up.
"What's your name?"

"Uh, Carl."

"Well, `uh Carl', you think you might like to fuck my face while you
tell me more of your impure thoughts?"

"Oh, fuck yeah."  Carl watched in awe as the priest leaned in and half
of Carl's cock slid easily into his mouth.  Carl couldn't believe it.
He'd never had a blowjob in his life, and his wife was not much
interested in sex any more, much less something as sick, as she once
said, as sucking a man's dick and swallowing his cum. And here he was
with a hot wet mouth halfway down his meat and moving further.  And
further.  And further.  And suddenly, he could feel the priest's nose
against his pubes and hear the priest inhale the kind of man-stink he
knew was down there.  Father Sean swallowed and his throat muscles
rippled around Carl's cock.  Carl gasped.

Carl put his hands on the priest's head.  He'd never face-fucked
before, hell, he'd never ass-fucked either, but he still knew the
basics.  First, do no harm.  Second, get your rocks off good.  He
pulled his hips back half way and then thrust forward again.  He
started to build up a slow rhythm with a few strokes, and was opening
his mouth to speak, when Father Sean pulled all the way off his cock,
leaving it wet and dripping in the cool air.

The priest said as he stood up, "Hold it.  There's a better way to do
this.  A trick my daddy taught me when I was four."  He led Carl,
somewhat awkwardly crab-walking, to a wide bench between two pillars
at the side of the church, and had Carl stand at the end.  Father Sean
straddled it and quickly lay down on his back, his head hanging off
the edge.

Carl got the idea.  Toed off his trainers, stepped out of his shorts,
and leaned over the priest's prone body.  For some reason he felt
fucking sexy, just wearing a shirt and white socks, bending over a
priest all in black with the fucking white collar and a huge piece of
meat thrusting up out of his pants.  A large amount of slick precum
oozed out of the slit.  Carl looked back at himself, and watched,
amazed, as the priest's callused hands guided Carl's long thin cock
back into the priest's hot mouth and then with a tug on Carl's hips,
down the priest's throat.

Carl pulled his hips back and watched his cock slide out of the lips
that were grasping it so tightly, and then he was gliding back in
again.  He shut his eyes and let himself go with long strokes that
didn't seem to bother the priest at all.  "Impure thoughts, Father?
How about Danny, Tony's 4-year-old?  Tony wants me to take his cherry,
Father.  Slide my pedo cock in his tight virgin boy cunt.  He thinks
the kid will squeal nice `n loud when I pop his hole, `n Tony wants to
watch.  Hold the kid down while I slowly shove my prick in his
shitter, and then slide it back out.  And in and out again.  And
again."

Lost in his fantasy, eyes still closed, Carl didn't see the priest
using his own precum to get two of his fingers greasy.  No one had
ever played with his asshole before, and for a moment Carl didn't
notice the priest's sticky index finger circling his hole as he
continued his thrusts down the priest's welcoming throat.  The finger
pushed gently in and Carl kept right on fucking the priest's mouth. He
couldn't believe he was doing this.  Mouthfucking a priest right in
the church, having one, oh Christ fuck shit, two! of the priest's
hairy fingers up his virgin butt.

"Tony's watching me fuck his little boy.  And Don.  And you.  Two pedo
men, a pedo priest, watching me fuck this little boy with my long
greasy prick, sliding in and out faster and faster, and then you shove
a finger up my ass, and another and then three.  And you're ramming my
ass as fast as I'm fucking the boy."

Father Sean was doing just that.  Finger fucking his new-found pedo
pal, twisting and thrusting his fingers over Carl's prostate.

"Can't believe - I'm - fucking a little boy, licking my lips, Don
wiping his leaking cock head on my mouth, you behind me, mounting me,
shoving that priest cock up my virgin hole, faster `n faster `n
faster, oh Christ fuck shit piss I'm coming, I'm coming in a baby boy,
cumming his little cunt, oh fuck me Father, fuck me hard!!!!"
In a split-second moment of silence between Carl's last shouted word
and his renewed heavy breathing with his final almost vicious thrust
down the priest's throat, Father Sean thought he heard a noise, a
grunt, but then he was too intent on expertly sucking down every bit
of delicious hot spooge Carl was pumping into to think about the
maybe-noise. A steady stream of precum oozed out of his own prick,
slicking up his shaft and staining his pants.  Carl was slumped over,
resting his weight on his forearms, wiped out and not really aware
that despite his mind -- and ball -- blowing cum, he was enjoying the
feel of the fingers up inside his manhole.  As his cock began to
wither - slightly - Mike lifted his head and looked at the priest's
thick and plainly unsatisfied shaft.  He wondered what it would be
like to lick the ooze, to maybe put his mouth around it, suck and
swallow and taste hot cum.  Hell, he'd never tasted anybody's cum,
even his own, so why was he wondering now?

Okay, okay, so maybe it had something to do with fucking a man's
throat while screaming out a fantasy of fucking his little boy while
getting his man cunt royally fucked by the man sucking him off.  But
still, okay, he was a pedo - no question, and he liked his ass played
with - no fucking question - but it was just a fantasy, not something
he'd really do, well, other than the fucking the kid part, so he
wasn't really a fag cocksucker.  Right.  First a pedo, always a pedo,
never a fag.
He didn't quite realize how wistful his expression was as he kept
staring at the priest's raging hardon, as he straightened up, the
fingers slid out of his now-aching hole, and the last bit of his cum
was licked off his meat with a final tongue swirl as he withdrew the
head of his prick from the priest's gently sucking mouth.

Father Sean, though, had other plans.

The priest sat up, rotating his head and shoulders to get the kinks
out after the fine throat fucking he'd just received.  One that was
right up there with his daddy's and his grandpa's finest and they'd
been really great pedo throat fuckers for their tiny son and grandson.
He swung his left leg over so he was sitting on the edge of the bench
and then shifted again so he was straddling the bench, facing Carl,
who was sitting back on his haunches, still breathing a bit heavily,
his almost-limp dick still slick and shiny.  The priest's voice was
soft.  "Carl."

Carl looked up, and shivered at the raw lust in the priest's eyes.

"So, Carl, how do you want to make me happy?  The first time."

Father Sean saw that Carl was opening his mouth to object, or make an
excuse for having to get his clothes on and get the fuck out of Dodge,
but the priest wasn't having any of that.  As much as he loved the
submissive side of getting his mouth cunt or his man cunt fucked, just
as he had for all those years when he was a boy slut and a teen slut
for the men in his family and their friends, he'd found out with Mike
that he enjoyed being in charge, too.  Little Jimmy was the first boy
he'd ever fucked.  He'd never fucked a man, either, before entering
the priesthood, and since then - well, up until last week - it had
only been his fist and his fantasies.  He knew that was going to
change, and change fast.  Like starting now.

Fuck giving Carl a choice.  He needed to get off good and get off
fast, since the longer they were in the church, the greater the danger
of somebody finally coming in and catching them.  A fucking turn on,
yeah, but still.  So as Carl's mouth opened to object, Father Sean
leaned forward, put his left hand behind Carl's head to hold it in
place, and slid his first two fingers inside Carl's mouth.  "Suck,
Carl."

Carl sat there in shock, and he might still have tried something,
except he made the mistake of closing his mouth and inhaling.  The
smell of butt-stink, his own raw man-smell, and the taste of his butt
juices, made his cock start surging back towards a full hard.  Shit,
he never got hard twice in a row with his wife, but apparently, give
him little boys or a fucking hot man, and he could cum for days. Well,
he'd never sucked anything before, but he was definitely going to now.
He quickly sucked the priest's fingers clean, moaning slightly as he
lightly stroked his own hard.
Father Sean pulled his fingers out of Carl's mouth, played with the
wet lips, put one hand on each side of Carl's head and pulled his head
down to the priest's crotch. He could feel Carl's warm breath on his
cock head.  "You ever sucked a man's cock, Carl?"

Carl breathed a soft "no."

"You learn things quick?"

The truth was, not usually.  He wasn't slow or stupid, he just needed
to do something a couple of times until there was this kind of click!
inside his head and everything fell into place.  Of course, admitting
that he was slow at anything, except of course, for a long fucking,
wasn't very manly, so Carl lied.  He quietly said "yeah."

Mistake.  BIG mistake.

With an equally quiet and kind of threatening "watch the fucking
teeth" Father Sean lowered Carl's head and waiting mouth onto the
priest's eager prick.  And lowered it.  And lowered it.  Carl began to
gag at the four inch mark.  Cough at five.  Struggle at six.  Breathe
through his nose at seven.  Panic and wildly shake his head and try to
pull back at eight.  And hold very, very, very still when his lips
touched the priest's zipper at all nine inches and his nose began
inhaling the man scent of pubes that were surely clean that morning,
but had a day's worth of sweat and crotch raunch wafting up.
The pain in his throat was fucking awful, but Carl found his meat was
fucking hard again.  Except he couldn't do anything about it.  He
needed to use his hands to brace himself against the bench as Father
Sean just sat there and began lifting Carl's head so that goddamned
thick piece of meat finally got out of his throat, only to shove his
head down again.  Carl continued to struggle, shaking his head, trying
to pull away, but inside, aside from the part that thought he was
going to fucking choke to death right in a goddamn Catholic church
with a mouth full of priest meat, the bigger part was loving it, and
sending all sorts of do-this-try-that kind of signals to his mouth and
lips and tongue and throat so he could learn to take this.  To satisfy
the man in his mouth.  Who clearly didn't give a fuck whether Carl was
enjoying it or not.  Carl's cock oozed precum.

Father Sean kept his fantasies to himself.  He was pretty sure the
other pedos he knew from the confessional wouldn't mind him discreetly
spreading the word, especially since doing so would give them more
young boys to use, but until then he'd keep his mouth shut, well,
unless it was sucking boy cock or licking boy holes or gulping down
boy piss or man piss.  The priest tossed his head back, eyes clamped
shut, as his hands forced Carl's head up and down the full length of
the priest's meat, faster and faster, all the while Father Sean was
imagining plunging his cock into Carl's hole while Carl fucked his
baby boy, and when the kid cunt was full of semen, yanking his cock
out of Carl and pushing him aside and getting some part of his meat,
fuck, even just the head, inside that cum-smeared baby hole and then
blasting the kid full of cum.  Just like he was doing to Carl's throat
now, as with a final vicious yank he held Carl's head down into his
crotch while his cock spewed lava hot fuck sauce into Carl's throat.

Carl whimpered and moaned and tossed his head, and gulped and gulped
and gulped, managing to swallow every thick, salty, tasty drop of the
priest's cum.  And then the priest's hands were gently raising his
head.  Carl kept his lips closed, enjoying the thickness sliding out
of his throat and into his mouth.  He resisted slightly when about
half the meat was still inside.  The priest still held Carl's head as
the kneeling man slurped and sucked on the half-hard prick while he
rapidly fisted himself and in seconds spewed another load of daddy
juice all over his fist and his belly.  Father Sean let his head go
and smiled down at the newly-minted cocksucker who was leaning back on
his haunches, breathing heavily.

"Fuck," said the priest.

"Yeah," sighed Carl.  He glanced down at his hand and without thinking
about it, raised his hand and licked his own cum off.  Not quite as
tasty as the priest's and a different flavor, but he knew he wouldn't
waste it any more on a cum rag - for those between boys jack-off
sessions.  He looked up and saw that the priest had tucked his meat
back inside his trousers, although there was still a nice bulge
showing.  Father Sean extended a hand that was sticky with his own cum
and Carl's mouth juices.  Carl took it and accepted the lift up.  Then
bent and pulled his underwear and shorts up over his own sticky meat.

Father Sean clapped his hand on Carl's shoulder.  "You want to stop by
my room for a bit?"

Carl's eyes widened.

"Nope, not for that.  But in my freezer I have some Absolut-tion for
you."

Carl blinked, got it, and started to laugh.  Father Sean joined him as
they headed out of the church.

In the shadows on the other side of the church, Bishop Bernardi was
still bent over, his hands on his knees, the back of his cassock
thrown up over his shoulders, his underwear down around his ankles.
The front of his cassock now had a huge cum stain from where a very
large hand had bunched the fabric around his straining prick and beat
him off while they watched the end of the first suck-off.  The grunt
had been his as he shot a fucking enormous load of cum at the images
of the daddy fucking his baby boy while a stud priest fucked the
daddy.  Behind him he could feel the slow withdrawal of the very long,
very thick, very black cock that had just fucked the hell out of him.

Joseph Howard, the diocese's auditor, told the bishop to step out of
his underwear, and leave it on the floor, because he wanted the bishop
to feel all that cum oozing out of the bishop's well-ravaged hole,
sliding down his thighs, staining the back of his cassock as he sat in
the car that would take him home.  Fortunately, the bishop's driver
was used to the smell of cum and the sight of cum stains.  From time
to time he even contributed both.

As then ordered the bishop turned and knelt and gratefully licked and
slurped the massive cock clean.  Like the priest they'd watched,
Joseph had only unzipped and pulled his cock and balls through his fly
before dropping several large globs of spit on his cock and then
shoving it quickly up the bishop's experienced asshole.  Now he tucked
himself neatly back inside, making sure he dressed left, and then
zipped up.  The bishop stood up and Joseph pulled him close, reached
behind, cupped the man's ass cheeks and ground the fingers of his
right hand into the still somewhat gaping hole, ensuring a nice
visible stain.  He always liked a matching set.  Then he stepped back.

Joseph's face was impassive as always, but inside he was wondering.
He'd never really thought of boys before.  He liked men, usually his
age and older, like the bishop.  He liked young men, too.  He liked
his power over them.  The things they'd say and do for a taste or feel
of his cock.  You might say he was - catholic - in his tastes.  But
maybe, just maybe, he was becoming even more catholic.  

Boys.  Very young boys.  His cock twitched.

Bishop Bernardi looked at the door where Father Sean and the unknown
parishioner had left.  He made the sign of the cross and murmured,
"Go, my sons, and sin - some more."  Joseph chuckled, the bishop
joined him, and then they left the church by another door.

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