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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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