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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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