Date: Tue, 18 Oct 2005 19:22:08 -0400
From: Danny Harris <dr_harris_81@hotmail.com>
Subject: Another Mike the Soccer Coach 05

ANOTHER MIKE THE SOCCER COACH
Part 5:  A Religious Experience 2

by DannyR
Copyright 2005.  All rights reserved.

Story Codes:  MM, M/b, MMM/b(10), oral, anal, incest, pedo

DISCLAIMER:  Some folks apparently have trouble distinguishing between
fantasy and reality.  This story is a fantasy.  It didn't happen.  Never
will.  I neither condone nor advocate any of these activities.  And anyone
who attempts to do in real life all or any of the things depicted in the
story needs to be hanged, 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 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.