Date: Sat, 01 Oct 2005 09:48:08 -0400
From: Danny Harris <dr_harris_81@hotmail.com>
Subject: Another Mike the Soccer Coach 01

Another Mike the Soccer Coach

(A spin-off from Spin's M/g story, "Mike the Soccer Coach")

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

Spin's story involved Mike Carter, his daughter (10), her best friend and
another girl (9).  Mike winds up as assistant soccer coach and in bed with
the three girls.  This inspired a "boy" version of the story, with Mike's
son Jimmy, his best friend Andy, and the nine-year-old Chris.  Spin's story
ended with Mike having sex with the youngest girl.  This one picks up a
little while later, when Mike has decided to - expand - his range of
interests - and sources for fun.

Copyright 2005.  All rights reserved.

ANOTHER MIKE THE SOCCER COACH

by DannyR

Part 1:  Team Expansion

	Mike decided to try Father Flanagan.  Not because of the priest-pedo
stereotype, but because of what he saw when the soccer team Mike helped
coach played the team from St. Pius.  Father Flanagan was the coach and
while he never touched his boys in any way...fuck, given the scandals of the
last couple of years, Mike thought it was a miracle a priest was anywhere
near a boy, much less the hot boy-studs on the St. Pius team...the priest
was watching them.  Like Mike watched the boys.  Very carefully.  Not
noticeable.  And inside wondering what it would be like to have this cutie
suck hard manmeat, or that cutie down on all fours with a fat cock shoved up
his boy pussy.

	It wasn't like Mike wasn't getting enough boy cunt already.  Not with his
ten-year-old son Jimmy, Jimmy's best friend, ten-year-old Andy, and their
friend, nine-year-old Chris, all eager and willing to serve Mike's depraved
needs. But lately Mike had been having fantasies about seeing the boys
service other men, watching his own little boy down on all fours while a big
cock plowed his butt and another fat prick shoved down his slender throat,
or Andy and Chris in a hot boy-sucking 69, while two large men fucked the
shit out of their boyholes.  And with the way the priest covertly watched
the boys, especially the slender, effeminate ones, Mike was pretty sure the
priest would jump at the chance to use Mike's trio.

	It didn't hurt that Mike's first target was also fucking hot.  Before he
saw the priest for the first time, with that name, he figured him for
red-headed Irish, or maybe "black Irish."  But there must have been some
strong Italian in his background, since Father Sean Flanagan was
dark-skinned, with black wavy hair, black eyes, bulging muscles, hairy arms
that suggested he'd have a great furry chest, and a wicked-looking bulge in
his crotch. Which was why Mike and Jimmy were here to see the priest.  For
"family counseling" Mike had told Father Sean when he set up the
appointment.  Of course, Mike hadn't bothered to tell the priest that he was
a Southern Baptist.

	The priest opened the door to the room used for spiritual counseling.  It
was pretty bare.  There was a small desk with one chair, a small
refrigerator beside it, and then near the door three chairs arranged around
a coffee table.  He ushered them to the chairs by the coffee table, asking
if they wanted anything to drink before they got started.  Mike said no, but
said Jimmy would like some water.  As the priest turned away to go to the
refrigerator, Mike and Jimmy exchanged a glance, and Jimmy winked.

	Mike sat down, with Jimmy to his left.  The priest handed Jimmy a bottle of
water and then sat down opposite Mike.

	"Uh, Father Flanagan, uh, I'm sorry, but, uh, we're not Catholic.  Does
that matter?"

	The priest's voice was a soft tenor that oddly enough went well with his
butch build.  "Of course not."

	"And, uh, well, is it true that what we talk about is, well, I mean, uh,
private?  You can't tell anybody?"

	"No.  Like that saying about Las Vegas, `what happens in Vegas stays in
Vegas," well, what happens in this room stays in this room.  Just like it
would if we were in the confessional."

	"Oh.  Well, great."  Mike appeared to relax, and slumped a little in his
chair, spreading his knees open.  He wasn't wearing underwear, and already
his meat was beginning to plump a little.  He reached down to his crotch and
rearranged himself.  The priest's eyes shot to Mike's groin and then lifted.
  A flicker of - something - crossed his face.

	"What kind of problem do you want help with?"

	"Well, uh, Father, it's, you see, ah, Christ, but this is hard, uh, sorry,
I didn't mean..."

	"Don't worry, Mike.  I've heard - " he paused "and seen - it all."  The
priest pretended not to watch as Mike "unconsciously" rearranged his cock
again, this time gripping it briefly.  The priest felt his own meat begin to
respond.  He was wondering, what the fuck?  The Jackson Elementary assistant
soccer coach was coming on to him, in front of his own kid?

	The priest pulled his eyes away from Mike's groin and looked at the boy -
whose shorts were tented up from an obviously stiff young cock.  The boy
took another drink of water, tilting his head back, his small tongue lapping
around the neck of the bottle before sliding it into his mouth.  And out
again.  And in again.  The priest wanted to pant, but restrained himself.
And began to wonder if he was having some damned fucking dream that was
going to end up with him creaming his sheets as he lived out a fantasy with
a young boy.

	"Mike, just spit it out.  Why do you need help?"

	"Well, Father, it's, uh, it's Jimmy.  I mean, he's always hard!  Look at
him!"

	An offer the priest couldn't refuse.  He turned his head.  Jimmy was
sitting in his chair like his dad, slumped a little, knees wide, but with an
unmistakable hardon.  Which one small hand was grasping through his shorts.
The priest's cock surged to full hard instantly.  He crossed one leg over
the other in the hope of hiding it.  It didn't really work.  Father and son
had already seen it.

	"Have you, uh, have you consulted a doctor?"  The priest was having a
little trouble breathing.  Instead of just holding onto the boymeat, the kid
was slowly moving his little fist up and down.  And staring at the priest.
And licking his lips lasciviously.

	"Naw.  I mean, it's not like he's hard 24/7 or something.  It's just, well,
he's always horny, and always wanting me to do something about it."

	"What?" the priest almost shouted, looking at Mike again.  Who was
obviously just as stiff as his boy, given the prick that was straining down
the leg of his slacks, and raising the fabric.

	Mike managed to make himself sound desperate.  Of course, if things worked
out like he hoped, eventually he'd tell the priest the truth.  But for now,
he'd stick to the story.

	"Look, see, it's been, oh, four years now.  I mean, Jimmy was just six when
he started all this, you know, bein' hard and wantin' to see my cock.  He
wouldn't let his mom give him a bath any more and said I had to do it.  And,
well, you know, he'd be standing in the tub all naked, with his little belly
and his little pricklet all stiff, and askin' stuff like whether he'd be as
big as me, and did my pee-pee ever get stiff like his.  Well, man, y'know,
I'm only human, and I figured if my kid wanted to know about sex stuff he
might, uh, get warped or something if I lied to him or put him off.  So I
stood up, right next to the tub, unzipped, unbuckled, and shoved my jeans
and my briefs down to my knees, my meat just juttin' straight out at him,
precum just oozin' out of my slit.  And then, well, Jimmy-boy here fuckin'
leans forward and starts lickin' the head of my dick, and before I know it,
he's got the head in his mouth!"

	The unzipping, unbuckling, drop the jeans part was true.  But Jimmy was
reluctant that day.  Shit, he was reluctant for quite a while.  That's why
Mike, who'd finally figured out what he really wanted out of sex, had had to
hold his son's small head in his hands and kind of pull him forward until he
could slide his dick between the boy's soft lips.

	The priest had given up all pretense of not being turned on.  Not with the
young father groping a prick that was starting to stain his pants with
precum, and a young boy who now had his hands down inside his shorts playing
with himself.  He still managed to keep his hands away from his own cock,
but the effort was about to kill him.

	"I mean, well, Jimmy was a natural.  I couldn't help myself, of course.  I
just had to move my cock further into his mouth.  Well, y'know, what's a guy
gonna do when there's a hot mouth wrapped around his meat, especially his
own son?  Shit, I hardly had to tell him to watch his teeth, or to start
jackin' me while he tried to get as much of my meat in his mouth as he
could.  Y'know?  So there I am, about a third of my dick in my little son's
mouth in the bathroom, while his mom is downstairs fixing dinner.  I put my
hands on his head and move him back off my cock and ask him if he really
wanted to do this.  And he asked if he was pleasing me, and when I, well,
kinda slipped and said `fuck, yeah!' he just grinned up at me and went back
to work."

	Actually, Jimmy had not been at all happy to have his mouth bulging with
daddy meat.  But Mike kept telling him what a great job he was doing as he
used his hands to control his little boy so he could face-fuck his own kid,
telling the boy he was going to get a gift, some hot special daddy-milk that
would help him grow up big and strong like his daddy.  And in a few more
strokes he was pumping what felt like fucking gallons of cum down the little
boy's throat, although a lot of it spilled out and dribbled down his chin as
his daddy fucked his little tear-stained face.

	" `Course, it didn't take me long to get my nuts off.  Filled his little
mouth full of daddy-milk, and he swallowed it down, every fuckin' drop, and
then lapped and sucked me clean."  Mike smiled at Father Sean, whose face
was flushed and whose breathing was heavy.  The bulge in the priest's pants
looked enormous.

	"Naturally, even though I'd never done it before, I returned the favor.  I
kneeled down on the floor and pulled my boy to me, and then started sucking
his tiny meat, and his tight boy-sac, until he started twisting and moaning
and finally getting so loud I had to clap my hand over his mouth to keep his
mom from hearing his screams as he went into his little boy-orgasm."

	Mike blatantly squeezed his hard and leaking prick.  The stain was getting
huge.  "So after that, well, he kept wantin' me all the time.  We couldn't
do it a whole lot, `cause it was damned risky, but every time there was even
a remote chance of privacy, Jimmy was wanting a drink of daddy-milk and
wanting me to suck him off.  So, this went on for, like, you know, three
years, and then about a year ago, well, he just up and asked me to fuck him.
  Shocked the shit outa me, I can tell ya.  But, I mean, well, a man's gotta
keep his kid happy.  So of course I did."

	Getting Jimmy to want sex as much as his daddy did took a while, but once
he got used to the feel of thick mancock in his throat, and the feel of man
slime sliding down his throat, or daddy-milk as Mike kept on calling it, he
turned into a randy little boy.  Not as horny as Mike was making out, but
still, he finally got eager to suck his daddy off.  As for the fucking, that
had been more difficult.  The first few times had been painful for Jimmy,
but Mike had made him do it, secretly relishing the whining and whimpering,
though part of him wished the kid would just relax, open his hole and let
him slide the fuck in without all the drama so he could get on with getting
off.

	The priest started to lean forward in his chair, as if to try to hide the
fact of his own hardon, but realized that would put his face closer to the
stiff meat in Mike's pants.  He sat up, resting his hands in his lap.  "So
what is it you want from me.  I mean, how can I help?"

	"See, Father, the deal is, the kid is wearing me out.  He's still havin'
dry cums so he can have lots of them, one right after the other, but I
gotta, y'know, recharge `n stuff.  And I thought, well, maybe, y'know, you
bein' in the business you're in, that you might, well, *hear* things
sometimes."

	"*Hear* things?"

	"Yeah.  You know, well, maybe you might, uh, hear of some guy who'd like to
get it on with a kid, but maybe never has.  And you could, well, let him
know that I, uh, need some help with Jimmy."

	Father Sean was stunned.  Hell, yes, he knew someone who would like to get
it on with a kid.  A real kid-virgin, who just fantasized and stroked his
cock over and over again to the fantasies.  Himself.  All his adult life and
most of his teen years he wondered what it would be like to suck a little
boy, or fuck him, or suck the boy off.  But he never had the chance, or if
he did, he was too afraid to take it.  All the stories, too, about how kids
can't really enjoy sex or they're too young to know what they really wanted.
  Shit, *he* hadn't been too young to know.

	The priest still remembered the first time he'd swallowed his daddy's
gleaming white cock all the way down to his red pubes.  He was laying on his
back with his head over the edge of the bed, while his daddy slid his cock,
slender, but with a big knob, slowly into his mouth and down his throat.
And when he'd sniffed his daddy's musky man-scent, he almost went crazy when
daddy leaned over, resting his weight on his forearms, and took his little
boy-meat and boy-balls into that hot daddy mouth, and then daddy began to
fuck his son's throat.  Slow strokes at first, just moving a few inches in
and out while the boy writhed from his father's sucking.  Then faster and
longer until the boy's throat was relaxed and open and his daddy could
really fuck him hard.  He went through three, no, four dry cums before daddy
finally lifted his head and bellowed out how he was gonna cum in his baby
slut's mouth and then blasted shot after shot of thick, ropy spooge down
into his throat.  Sean had loved it.  And he was only four.

	Just like he'd loved his first daddy-fuck when he was five.  He was just
five, too, when his grandpa fucked him while he was sucking off one of his
mother's brothers. When they gave him all their cum, they were still hard so
they switched places and did it again.  And then his daddy fucked him really
hard, telling him how great it felt to use a boy pussy filled with other
men's cum. And when he was six, he got fucked by a stranger for the first
time, at Sam's Place. For as long as he was hairless and had dry cums, his
daddy, his grandpa and Uncle Max, and a bunch of their friends, used him
regularly.  Once he started his growth spurt, and getting hair around his
cock and balls and in his pits and started the layer of fur on his chest,
his daddy had passed him on to a group of older men, ones who preferred
teens to young boys.  He'd bottomed for them, and *their* friends, through
the rest of grade school and most of high school.  He'd really gotten off on
submitting to them and getting used.  Hell, he could even recall the night
they took him to an adult bookstore (the owner let him in in exchange for a
teen blowjob), put him in a room with a mirrored ceiling and a padded bench,
filled up the TV with tokens, started a gay fuck film, and then each of them
took a turn fucking him.  After that, one of them stood by the door after
they'd turned the lights off so the only light was from the porn, and man
after man after man came in to fuck him or get sucked off.  He'd never been
sure if they were collecting money from the men who came in.  His belly and
his teen boy cunt were awash in all flavors of cum by the time they called
it quits.

	They'd had one final humiliation for him that night, though.  They made him
walk naked except for tennis shoes out through the brightly lit front part
of the store.  His full-body blush made a nice contrast, they told him
later, to the cum, some dry some still wet, covering his body and face, and
the thick globs that were oozing out of his wide-open asshole and dropping
with soft splats onto the floor.  They took him home and after all five of
them used him one more time, they left.  Sometimes, like now, remembering
that night, he could almost cum without touching himself.

	"Well, Father, can you help?"  Mike's voice brought the priest back to the
present, although his eyes were still closed.

	He flushed, feeling his very wet crotch as his cock pulsed and let out
another burst of precum.  He swallowed to get some moisture back in his
throat, and hoarsely said, "Yes."

	And he could.  For a town this size, it sometimes seemed, from what he
heard in the confessional, that this was the boy-pedo capitol of the world.
He opened his eyes.  And blinked in shock.  And blinked again.  Father and
son were standing side by side, naked from the waist down.  Mike's cock was
seven, maybe seven and a half inches long.  He had thick pubes and belly
hair and hairy legs.  The boy, the angel, was thin, his slender boy-prick
not even three inches long, but it was very very hard.  His little tits were
hard too.  They looked like they'd been worked on.

	"Of course, you might like to sample the merchandise first.  You know,
before making any recommendations if you, uh, hear of anyone."

	The priest bit back a groan.  "Sample the merchandise."  That's what his
daddy used to say before he let some man use his little boy.  The phrase
never failed to make him hard.  All he could do was nod, and watch, while
Jimmy walked around the coffee table and knelt in front of him and start to
undo his belt.  The boy had talent, and knew just how to mine for cock.  In
seconds nine inches of thick, dark, uncut Irish-Italian cock was standing up
from his flies.

	"Oh, daddy, that's a nice fucking cock."  The priest did moan this time at
hearing the easy obscenity pour from the innocent angel's lips.  The boy
stood up, bent over with his hands resting on Father Sean's thighs, and
loving opened his mouth wide and began to devour the priest meat.  The
priest shut his eyes in bliss at the sensation of finally having a hot
little boy mouth around his cock.  It was the boy's turn to grunt a moment
later, though, and the priest's eyes widened at the sight.  Mike had moved
the coffee table and was kneeling behind his son, one hand fisting his meat,
the other driving two fingers up the boy's ass.  He must have hit the boy's
prostate because Jimmy started whimpering around the cock in his mouth.

	Mike's voice was hoarse with lust too.  "How do you want to make my boy
happy, Father?  The first time?"  Father Sean almost whimpered from the cock
sucking and the idea that this wasn't going to be the only time.  "You want
to cum in his mouth cunt or his ass cunt."

	"Christ, I need to fuck the boy's ass."

	"Done.  Jimmy, get your pussy over that meat.  And don't worry, Father,
he's greased up good, well, plus a load of cum, you know, always want to be
prepared.  But first, son, get his pants around his ankles."  Jimmy quickly
obeyed, leaving Father Sean half-naked, his pants and shorts bunched around
his ankles.  Father and son paused to admire the heavy muscular thighs, the
thick black pubes and the cock that was oozing a steady thick stream of
precum.  Then Jimmy clambered up on the chair, his back to the priest.

	It took some maneuvering, with Father Sean tightly clutching the boy's
waist, and Mike slicking up the priest-cock with the boy's spit and precum,
and then holding it in place, just helping of course, Mike might be a pedo
but he was no fag, as the priest lowered Jimmy.

	Jimmy cried out when the fat cockhead punched into his hole and his ass
lips clamped tight around it.  "Daddy, Father, please, ow! it hurts!  Take
it out!"

	Father Sean's muscles bunched as if he was going to lift the boy, but Mike
put a precum-wet hand on his wrist and stopped him.  "Don't mind him,
Father. He does this all the time.  It's a little game we play, with him
pretending my cock is too big for him."

	Of course, Mike didn't say the obvious.  Which was that it was clear the
priest's prick was longer and thicker than Mike's.  He also didn't let his
face show he was upset with his boy.  He'd figured the priest's cock might
be big just from the bulge he'd seen, so he'd worked the boy over this
morning pretty good, not only fucking him, but using a dildo on him.  But
right now the priest needed to believe Jimmy was a cock hound, an eager
boy-slut, even if Father Sean's was only the second man-cock to slide up the
boy's shitter.

	Jimmy knew better than to contradict his father.  So Mike stood up, and
told Father Sean, "Look, when he's pretending like this he likes to have his
mouth covered so he can pretend-scream while my cock is going up in him.  So
I'm gonna hold him like this -" he clamped one hand over the boy's mouth and
the other behind his head "and you pull him down a couple more inches.
Hard."

	Father Sean was too much in lust to pay attention to anything beyond the
volcano-hot boy-cunt wrapped around the head of his dick, and the fact the
rest of his aching meat was soon going to rest inside a boy-cunt.  He was
about to lose his pedo-virginity, well, at least as the fucker and not the
fuckee.  The priest did what he was told and a second later he had four
inches of cock up the boy - who was screaming almost silently into his
father's hand, and twisting and turning on the burning hot prick in his
cunt.  Which just turned both men on even more.

	The priest raised the boy until there was only an inch or so left inside,
and then down again, adding another half inch or so.  Father Sean bucked his
hips hard and the boy let out a loud whimper and went limp.  Mike was
pleased Jimmy had passed out.  Gravity could take over, and did, and all
nine inches of priest-cock were buried inside of tight, tight boy-cunt.
Mike draped the boy back on Father Sean's chest and admired the view between
the boy's legs, while holding them up.  Fortunately, Mike wasn't a jealous
man.  He knew there were men out there with bigger cocks than his, so he
just enjoyed the fantastic obscenity of his boy's milky white butt against
the thick dark priest-cock splitting him wider than he'd ever been split
before.

	Mike knelt again and with one hand cupped and fondled the priest's big,
hairy, low-hanging balls, while the other played with his son's limp little
boy dick.  He looked up and met Father Sean's lust-filled stare.  "Fuck my
little boy, Father.  Shove that priest cock up his tiny hole.  Play with his
tits, twist `em, Father.  C'mon, fuck my kid."

	Just as he had obeyed all those years ago, the priest followed orders now.
He used his palms to hold the boy steady, and his finger and thumb to twist
and turn the boy's tits, while his hips began thrusting harder and faster.
Within seconds the boy was moaning with lust.  He and his dad had only
recently discovered his tits were wired into his cock and cunt.  A painful
tweak made him go a little crazy, whether someone was sucking his boy dick
or fucking his hot hole.  Within minutes the boy was thrashing and wailing
in his first boy cum from Father Sean's cock, slumping back after a while as
the priest continued to stroke in and out of his boy cunt.

	The priest was shoving his cock in and out with more speed as the boy's
cunt was slicker than ever with ass juices and grease and daddy-milk and
precum, when the boy whimpered, "Daddy, oh, daddy, I, I gotta pee."

	The priest certainly didn't want to take a pee break.  Not right now, when
the boy's intestines were pulsing around his heavy meat.  He looked at Mike
who smiled questioningly.  Of course Father Sean didn't realize Mike was
thinking that all the water the boy had been drinking had finally paid off.
Seeing that the priest was too far gone in pedo heaven to follow quickly,
Mike brought him up to speed.  "Want a drink?"

	Father Sean's eyes widened at that.  Fuck lust warred with sudden
boy-piss lust.  But he didn't want to give up one even for a second to
satisfy the other.  But Mike had already planned things out.  Seeing the
"fuck, yeah!"  in the priest's expression, Mike leaned forward, and while
his hands caressed both his son's body and the priest's thighs, he murmured
"go ahead, son" and swallowed the boy's cock and balls.

	The priest's eyes took on another layer of lust consuming glaze as the boy
clearly began to piss in his daddy's mouth.  Jimmy tossed his head back and
forth.  "Oh, yeah, daddy, suck my piss outa my fucking cock.  Piss pig.
Gonna use your mouth for a fucking toilet while Father fucks my hole!"

	It was awkward, but Father Sean was somehow managing to pull almost all of
his cock out of the boy's steamy cunt and shove it back in hard and fast,
while watching Mike swallow and swallow and swallow the boy's piss.  The
priest's daddy had pissed on him and in him, but no one had ever drunk his
piss or made him drink theirs. But the idea was turning him on even more,
and he didn't think that was possible.  His cock got thicker and harder and
he knew he was getting close to cumming.  The boy's cunt muscles were
playing a fucking symphony on his cock.  He closed his eyes and concentrated
on the fantasy of somehow drinking boy piss while fucking the shit out of
the kid.

	A twist of his own big tit made him open his eyes.  Mike's face was close
to his, his lips pressed tight, his cheeks bulging, and a question in his
eyes.  The priest answered by parting his lips.  Mike leaned in, his own
hairy balls and slick cock humping against Father Sean's thighs, faster and
faster, while Mike pressed his lips to the priest's mouth, opened them, and
shared his young son's hot, fresh, steamy boy-piss with the priest who was
fucking the shit out of his kid.

	That was all Father Sean needed.  The feel and scent and taste of golden
boy-piss in his mouth and down his throat, along with the aggressive tongue
of the boy's father, the scorching boy cunt working his meat, sent him so
fucking far over the edge he was falling off a mountain.  He rammed into the
boy hole one final time, thrusting so hard Jimmy shrieked, and then while a
steady stream of priest cum was pouring into the kid's cunt, Jimmy began
wildly thrashing in his own boy cum and Mike began to drench the priest's
legs with daddy cum.

	The three collapsed in ecstasy, not moving for a few moments.  Then Mike
lifted himself up and away, and sat back on his haunches.  He looked down
between Jimmy's wide-spread, limp legs.  Fuck!  The priest was still hard!

	With a little quick maneuvering, Father Sean was once again upright in the
chair, his muscular arms holding Jimmy firmly in place, still impaled on the
still-rampant priest-cock.  With one hand he forced Jimmy's face toward him,
and then swooped down to clamp his mouth on the boy's, force his lips open,
and share the kid's own warm piss with him.  When he was done, he told Mike
to move out of the way, levered himself out of the chair and came down on
his knees on the carpet, bending forward to place Jimmy gently on all fours,
although he had to hold him up just a bit.

	Once the boy was steady, Father Sean began sliding his cock in and out of
hot boy cunt once more.  He looked over at Mike.  "Got to piss?"

	Mike realized he did.  He nodded.

	"Get up here, gimme a mouth full and we'll share.  Then we can piss the kid
from both ends."

	Somewhat dazed, Mike stood and straddled his son.  The priest lifted his
head and opened his mouth.  Mike brought his beginning-to-harden meat to the
priest-toilet, relaxed his sphincter and let out a slow stream of piss into
Father Sean's mouth.  He could smell it from where he stood.  Harsh and
bitter.  He didn't think he could...  But somehow the priest had taken
control, and when he could see Father Sean's mouth full of steaming man-piss
he clamped the flow off.  He was still reluctant, but when the priest raised
his hands to grasp him above the elbows, still thrusting his raging prick in
and out of kid-cunt, and began pulling Mike down, Mike didn't fight.  He
bent down, opened his mouth and accepted the back and forth flow of his own
acrid piss between his mouth and the priest's.  And he knew what the priest
wanted, without being told.  He closed his lips and swallowed his share of
his own piss.  And Mike was hard again.  Father Sean bent forward as Mike
straightened up and engulfed the stiff man prick into his mouth.  Mike
gasped at the feel of his own piss surrounding his hard meat and gasped
again as the priest swallowed the last of it.

	Father Sean pulled off and looked up.  "Fuck your son's face, Mike, and
then we'll piss him long and hard."

	Mike nodded and got down in front of his son.  On his haunches again, he
lifted his son's head to look at him and see how he was doing.  Jimmy was
doing very well.  His lips were puffy, his eyes were glazed, and his hips
were eagerly thrusting back to meet every hard ram from Father Sean's cock.
Mike's cock was painfully hard at the thought and *sight* of another man
using his boy.  He rested his dick head on his son's lips and the boy opened
wide and swallowed all of his daddy's meat with a grateful sigh.

	Mike looked at Father Sean, whose eyes were closed and his expression sort
of blissful and thoughtful.  Mike looked at the large nipples not quite
buried in the soft black fur on the priest's chest, leading down to a thick
treasure trail to where he was grinding his wet greasy pubes into the little
boy's cunt.  He wondered if Father Sean's tits were sensitive like Jimmy's.
He paused, and then reached out with both hands and grabbed the priest's
tits.  Goddamnit he wasn't gay, but hey, a pedo dad had to help out another
pedo, right, especially when the pedo was enjoying his son's hot little
cunt.

	Father Sean kept his eyes closed but groaned with pleasure when Mike
twisted his nips.  He was thinking about some of the things he'd, uh,
*heard*.  Mike would be happy to find out that John, the soccer coach he was
assisting, had a six-year-old son who was eagerly servicing his daddy.  The
mayor and his twins.  The police chief and his sixteen-year-old son who were
enjoying the youngest child, a boy of eight.  And the others.

	The priest opened his eyes and looked at Mike.  "Yeah, I've *heard* some
stuff.  I think maybe I can help you out some more. With Jimmy of course,
what with him needing to be fucked so much."  A quirk of the priest's
eyebrow told Mike that Father Sean knew it was really Mike who was horny and
eager to branch out to other boys, while letting other pedos use his son in
return.  The two men started shoving their cocks into the little boy even
harder.  Jimmy was in ecstasy.  Wide open at both ends and feeling like all
that man meat was going to bump cock heads somewhere inside him.

	"We can meet some of the men, and if everything goes well we can have a hot
pedo party down the line.  BYOB.  With the second "B" for boy.  You want to
watch those horny pedos fuck your boy, and use his mouth, and cum and piss
on and in him, Mike?  You want some other pedo daddy to hold his boy down
while you fuck the piss out of him?"

	"Christ, fuck, yeah!"

	Father Sean grabbed Mike's head and pulled him forward into a deep
tongue-fucking kiss.  Two hot men fucking a hot little boy.  One a pedo fag,
the other just a pedo, not a fag thank you very much.  And then they started
to cum inside the boy while the kid writhed and thrashed on their cocks in
an uncontrolled dry cum of his own.

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