Date: Wed, 5 Mar 2008 19:34:33 -0800 (PST)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Church of the Holy Seed"  Chapter 10

Church of the Holy Seed
Chapter 10


Timothy and I walked slowly up the stairs.  As we went, each of us had our
hand down the back of the other's pants.  How I loved to feel the firm, but
soft flesh on Tim's butt cheeks.  I felt the muscles rippling in them with
each step up.  With my fingers in his crack, the moist warmth of it felt
good.  I reached even deeper and under where I took hold of his hefty
balls.  They were nice and hairy.  I love hairy balls.  Why do some guys
want to shave their balls and all the hair in their crotch, plus their
pubic hair.  To me, they just look like plucked chickens.  I suddenly
wanted my face down there where I could smell and taste it.  Whenever I had
my face in his crotch, I loved the feel of the wet hair around his asshole
on my tongue and lips.

As we walked past Ricky's room, we saw him lying naked on his bed staring
at the 24-inch monitor of his computer and slowing stroking his luscious
cock and running a large vibrating dildo in and out of his asshole.

"Look what I found, Dad."  Ricky nodded toward the screen.  "Did you know
that the Church of the Holy Seed has a web site?"

Tim and I stepped in.  "It looks like a video of a confirmation ceremony on
the altar," I said.  "God, is that the one you were in, Ricky?"

"I think it is.  I'm the one second from the left lying on the sacred
carpet while the priests shoot their cum all over me.  Boy, was that hot.
All that delicious thick cream all over my face."

Tim and I sat on the bed on either side of Ricky.  Then we both lay down as
we stroked ourselves and watched.

"And look," I said.  "There's that whole line of guys from the congregation
coming up to the altar and shooting their cum into the Bishop's mouth.
That fucker must have taken at least 40 or 45 loads down his throat that
morning."

Just then, we heard the doorbell.  I thought about putting on some clothes,
but then thought, what the hell.  I looked through the peep-hole and saw it
was the young man who had come to the church earlier that day looking for
religion.  I opened the door wide.

"Come in.  Please," I said.

"I hope you remember me.  I'm Greg Simon, and this is my little brother,
Brian.  We wonder if we could talk to you more about joining the church."

"Of course, Greg.  Nice to meet you Brian."

Brian was a sweet, handsome little boy.  Very tan with a cheerful, smiley
face, like Greg.  His short pants and t-shirt showed off a cuddly little
body.  As I've always been able to do, I undressed him with my eyes.

We went into Ricky's room, where he and Tim were still lying there stroking
their cocks.  I didn't see any point in hiding what we do from Greg and his
young brother.

After I introduced everyone, I asked, "How old are you, Greg?"

"I'm 18, and Brian's 12.  My mom and dad weren't going to have any more
kids after me, but six years later, Dad got horny one night and popped a
load into my mom.  I peeked around the stairs one night and saw Dad plowing
Mom on the living room floor.  I'm pretty sure that must have been the
night Dad's sperm wiggled its way up Mom's cunt and made little Brian
here."

I told Ricky and Tim that Greg and Brian were interested in joining the
church.

"Oh, good," Ricky said.  "Let me go back into this web site so you can see
how they confirm guys in this church."

As Ricky used the mouse to find the web site again, I invited Greg and
Brian to stretch out on Ricky's king-size bed, alongside us, and be
comfortable as we watched.

Brian lay next to Ricky, and I motioned Greg to lie between Tim and me.

As the video proceeded, I explained that the confirmation ceremony was
extraordinarily beautiful.  I told them that, since we worshipped sperm, we
took lots of sperm down our throats and up our asses.  I could see a huge
bulge rising from between Greg's legs.  Ricky continued to stroke his own
cock with one hand, and with the other, began gently rubbing Brian's
considerable bulge.

I looked over at Brian and said, "Did your brother tell you that he already
swallowed some of my sperm today at the church?"

Brian nodded.  "Yes, and he said it was really good.  Thick and warm, like
Mom's vanilla pudding.  He said if we join the church, maybe I could have
some, too."

"You're brother said you know how to jack off now.  You know, in this
church, you have to share your sperm with others, too.  Would you like
that?"

"That'd be cool," Brian said as he unzipped his pants and dragged out his
hard penis.  For a 12 year old, it was amazingly long and thick.  Ricky
took hold of it and stroked it in time with his own strokes.

"Hey," I said, "get out of those clothes, you two."

As they both got up and stripped naked, Ricky and Tim stared with their
mouths open at the beauty and eroticism of Greg's and Brian's slim and
velvety tan bodies.  A soft dusting of hair covered their legs, with heavy,
thick bushes of pubic hair.  When they returned to the bed, Ricky
immediately rolled between Brian's slender legs and licked the head of the
young boy's penis.

"I'm going to take some of your sperm," Ricky said, "into my body.  And
you'll feel the grace of God surging through you for giving it to me."

Ricky took the full length Brian's circumcised cock in his mouth and ran
his lips and tongue rapidly over it.

Brian looked at his brother.  "I didn't know anyone could do this.  This
feels a lot better than when I do it with my hand."

I could tell Timothy was about to explode with craving as he looked at
Greg's gorgeous body and hard cock standing straight up.  Like a madman, he
lunged for Greg, throwing himself between his legs.  With his tongue he
licked up and down and all around Greg's tan legs, sucking on the soft hair
that covered them.  He moved up and sucked Greg's entire ball sack into his
mouth, rolling the balls around with his tongue and moaning.  Pulling off
of them, he sucked in the entire length of Greg's hard cock.  He ran his
tongue over the ridges of veins that encircled it.

Brian had his eyes closed and moaned loudly as Ricky sucked hard.  As Tim
continued to slurp away at Greg's cock, I leaned over and ran my tongue
over Greg's chest and the ridged abs on his stomach.  The taste and odor of
his tanned teenaged skin almost sent me into orgasm.  I licked and sucked
on his nipples that protruded like hard pebbles from his well-developed
pecs.  With the tickling of my tongue on his skin and the rapid pressure of
Tim's lips on his cock, Greg began writhing his body in unspeakable
pleasure.  The exquisite pain of his pleasure made him cry out with moans
and whimpers as though he were being transported into a heaven he had never
known existed.

Greg's arm shot out, trying to reach my cock.  I turned my body around into
a 69 position and pressed the head of my penis against his lips.  With
great suction, he sucked my entire shaft into his mouth.  As I felt his
tongue slashing around my cock head, I couldn't hold it and, with hard
throbs, I sent my seed gushing into his mouth.  As he swallowed my hot
spunk, he bucked his hips up against Tim's mouth.  With an anguished cry,
he blasted his load of hot cum into Tim's mouth.

When mine and Greg's orgasms had subsided, we turned and watched Brian
bucking his hips and getting more and more excited and out of breath.  Then
it happened.  Brian let out a cry that sounded like a baby wailing.  As he
shot his load into Ricky's mouth, Ricky seemed to be having trouble taking
and swallowing it all.  Thick white sperm was oozing out of Ricky's mouth
and down his chin.

When it subsided, I crawled around and licked great globs of Brian's cum
off of Ricky's chin and around his lips.  I was reminded how delicious and
thick that early teenage cum was.  Ricky's cum was like that, but he and I
hadn't had a taste of each other's cum for several weeks.

Ricky said, "Brian, did you see on the video how the priests and other men
from the congregation sprayed their cum all over the faces and bodies of
those of us lying on the carpet?  You'll love that when you're confirmed."

I had an idea.  "Tim, and you too, Ricky.  You two haven't yet shot a load.
Why don't you both stand over there on the floor next to Brian, who's lying
right there at the edge of the bed.  You can jack off and show Brian sort
of what it'll be like to get a good cum-bath all over the face?"

Tim and Ricky agreed.  They stood on the floor over Brian and stroked their
cocks.  Brian looked up expectantly.  He reached up with both hands and
fondled each of their long ball sacks as they jacked off.

I couldn't stop touching Greg's beautiful skin and continued to lick his
hard stomach as I watched Tim and Ricky stroking.

I said, "Greg, I think it's the last thing your little brother expected
today to have a couple of loads of hot sperm covering his face."

"He'll love it," Greg said, "As I told you before, he's a hot little
fucker."

We watched as Ricky shot his load all over Brian's face, with some landing
in his mouth.  Brian's tongue was out trying to get some of it.  Then Tim
let loose with volley after volley of his thick white cum.  It, too,
splatted all over Brian's face.  Brian looked as though a dish of white
pudding had been dumped on his face.  His older brother, Greg, couldn't
resist and rolled over next to Brian and feverishly licked as much of the
cum off of Brian's face as he could.

When it was all over, we lay there out of breath and spent, with Brian now
cuddled up against his brother Greg's body.

"You know, Greg," I said, "most of the men and boys in our church are
fathers and sons.  You guys would fit right in if your father was one of
us."

Our Dad's a sex animal.  It's been pretty clear to us that he does a lot of
fucking outside of home.  Since Brian was born, Mom hasn't wanted him too
close to her.  He walks around the house naked a lot with his big dick hard
as a steel rod.  He jerks off in the shower a lot.  I've heard him making
those noises that comes from orgasms.  I've also spied him in the garage
jerking off.  I sure would like to suck that cock of his.  I have the
feeling he'd love it."

"Well," I said, "maybe you should invite him to attend church when you and
Brian go through your confirmation ceremony.  That might inspire him."

"Maybe."  Greg turned to Brian.  "Do you think Dad would like what we do?"

"I don't know," Brian said.  "But I ain't gonna be the one to ask him,
though."

"Confirmation is next Sunday," I said.  "As a member of the church, I could
notify him that you are being confirmed and invite him myself."

"Okay."  They both agreed.


The next morning, I went to the Simon house.  Greg had told me that day was
his Dad's 40th birthday, and they would be having a birthday dinner that
evening.  After I rang the doorbell, an attractive woman came to the door.

"My name is Roger Thompson, and I would like to talk with Henry Simon.  I
assume you are his wife."

"Yes, I am.  I think he's doing something in the garage.  But I warn you,
he doesn't have any use for door to door salesmen, if that's what you are."

"No, no.  I'm . . . I'm an old friend."

"You can get into the garage through the side door on the other side of the
house."

When I went around the house, I found the side door open.  I could see
someone standing on the other side of one of the cars.  I walked around and
was startled to see, with his back to me, the man leaning against the
fender with his pants down around his ankles.  He didn't see me, but jumped
when he heard my voice.

"Mr. Simon?"

He whirled around, with his hard cock clutched in one hand.  God, was it
huge, with a ball sack that seems to dangle down halfway to his knees.

"What the fuck?" he said.

"I'm sorry if I startled you, Mr. Simon.  Your wife told me you'd be here.

Henry looked as though he were about to say something.  But I interrupted.

"It's all right, Mr. Simon.  I understand.  All us guys have to jerk the
old dick from time to time.  I've already shot a couple loads myself since
I got up this morning."

Henry's angry expression faded, as he continued to clutch his massive rod.
"What do you want?  I should have locked that door.  Any mother-fucker on
the street could have walked in."

"Well, I'm not just any mother-fucker.  I'd like to talk with you about
your son."

"Which one"

"Actually, both of them."

"What have they done.  Gone out and knocked up some fucking cunt?"

"Nothing.  I am a parishioner in the Church of the Holy Seed, and I want to
talk with you on their behalf."

"A fucking church?" Henry said as he resumed stroking slowly.  "I'm not
interested in any church."

"No, but your sons are.  They want to join our church, and they're
scheduled to be confirmed next Sunday."

"Why the fuck didn't I know about that?"

"Perhaps they thought you'd object."

"Shit, they can do what they fucking want."

"What they want, Mr. Simon, is for you to be present at this important
ceremony."

"I don't go into churches," Henry said.  "What kind of church is it?
Something that feeds everybody all that God mumbo-jumbo shit?"

"No, not at all.  We worship sperm."

"Sperm?"  Henry broke into laughter.  "What kind of fucking church is
that?"

"We're very serious, Mr. Simon.  Sperm is the sacred substance of life.  To
take it into our bodies brings the Grace of God into our souls and our
lives."

"You must be kidding.  My sons want to get involved in that shit?  They
already jerk off.  I hear them moaning and groaning every night in their
room.  They can eat their own fucking cum if they want.  I eat mine all the
time.  Nobody needs a fucking church to do that."

"Mr. Simon, your sons would be very honored if you'd agree to come to the
ceremony.  Personally, I think you'd enjoy it and find it most inspiring.
They would really like you to be there."

"I'll think about it."

I stared at his enormous piece of meat.  "I have to say, Mr. Simon, I am
very impressed with your cock.  With one that size, you must give a lot of
pleasure to Mrs. Simon."

Henry chuckled.  "Mrs. Simon hasn't had this up her snatch for the last
twelve years."

"Well, I must say she doesn't know what she's missing.  And with those huge
balls, I'm sure you could send out a load and a half."

He resumed stroking with more serious intent.  "You want to see?  I'll show
you more than a load and a half."

"Without the Mrs.," I said, "you just content yourself with lots of jacking
off?"

"That's about it.  Hey, I shouldn't be telling you all this shit.  I don't
even know you."

"I understand, Mr. Simon.  I'm a big-time masturbater myself.  I know where
you're coming from.  It looks to me, though, you probably need to get a
little more adventurous.  There's more to a good sex life than just jerking
off all by yourself."

"I suppose."

"You say your sons jack off.  They're about the age when they're probably
branching out into new experiences.  At least Greg is."

"You think so?  Never thought about that.  At his age, he's probably
fucking and getting sucked off plenty.  He's a good looking boy.  He can
probably get any mother-fucking cunt he wants.  He's a life guard in the
summer, you know.  He's probably dicking those hot little cunts he finds on
the beach.  Wish I was his age again.  I'd be out there ramming this cock
into every fucking pussy I could find."

"I wouldn't doubt it, Mr. Simon."

"It makes me kind of hot thinking that a son of mine has his cock up some
cunt's pussy.

His hand went up and back on his cock faster and faster.  In only about a
minute, he threw his head back and let out a growling sound.  Then spewing
out of the end of his gigantic penis and into his hand, came rope after
rope of thick white cum.  His orgasm must have hit him hard because I could
tell his knees were buckling a little.

He sniffed his cum a little and then dipped his tongue into it.  "Mmmm.
This is good stuff.  Nice and creamy.  Gotta get it quick, though, before
it turns to water.  Ever tried it?"

I smiled.  "All the time.  Tastes good, doesn't it Mr. Simon?"

"Nothing better.  I'll tell you what I really like to do.  When I'm lying
down, I let all this gunk dry on my stomach.  Then in the morning, I peel
off all the dried flakes and chew them up.  So fucking hot."

"If you'd like, Mr. Simon, "I'll pick you up for church next Sunday, and we
can sit together.  And happy birthday to you."


As I drove away, I was confident this man was ready for hot sex, and if he
was looking for something different, he'd find it at Holy Seed.  At 40, he
was a damned good looking guy, and I thought he'd have no trouble finding
some new adventures in our church.  He was as handsome and sexy looking as
his son Greg.  Wow.  Was I ever looking forward to Sunday.

Tim and Ricky picked up Greg and Brian early on Sunday so Brian could get a
front row seat with the rest of the boys being confirmed.  Actually, this
Confirmation that day was only for the young boys.  Greg would have to wait
until several weeks later to have his confirmation.  Brian was all dressed
up in a white shirt and black trousers with his hair slicked down.  He was
so sweet and cute looking.  All I could think of looking at him was, God,
how I want to eat out his little ass.

I drove by and picked up Henry.  He was still apprehensive about his boys
decision to join a church and rather hoped they wouldn't turn into
Bible-thumping Christers, as he call them.  When we arrived, we sat a
couple of rows behind the boys.  Brian sat in the front row with the others
to be confirmed.

Henry looked around and then fastened his eyes on the great sculpture over
the altar.  "Hey," he said, "that looks just like a big fucking cock and a
fucking pair of balls."

"That's what it is, Henry.  I told you that, in this church, we worship
sperm, the nectar of life given to us by the grace of God.  You see these
little cups in the rack in front of us.  That's for you to deposit some of
your sperm in.  They're called collection cups.  The priests pick them up
and drink it."

"You're shitting' me."

"No.  Here comes Father John to the pulpit."

"Welcome," Father John said.  He held out his arms, which caused his long
robe to fly open and reveal his naked body and a rather nice looking
stiffy.

"Welcome to another glorious Confirmation ceremony in the glory of God.  We
have a small group of lovely children to confirm today.  As I announced
some weeks ago, the church council has decided unanimously to amend our
ceremonial procedure to include having sperm enter the body through the
anus, as well as the mouth.  We know that God will be pleased with that.  I
trust that all the boys' fathers have properly instructed their sons on how
to send their seed into another man's anus."

"He's talking about fucking, isn't he?" Henry said.  "Christ, I never
instructed my boys about that."

My God, I thought.  It hit me.  I'd forgotten to mention fucking to Greg,
and their need to practice it before the Confirmation.  I prayed that Brian
would be able to take a hard cock up his cute little ass without too much
problem when the time came.

Henry glanced to his side and saw the man next to him with his pants down
around his ankles and jacking off into one of the cups.

"Jesus," Henry said as he leaned toward me.  "That man next to me just
jacked off into a cup.  His fucking prick looks like a little turd.  What's
going on?"

"You'll see."

"Now if the priests will please enter," intoned Father John, "and remove
your robes.  Then take your prone positions on the sacred carpet."

Henry's eyes widened.  "Those persons up there are all naked, and they've
all got big fucking boners."

"Now to anoint our priests," Father John continued, "it is our custom to
give this honor to all the boys who were confirmed at our last ceremony.  I
believe there are 23 of you.  Would you all come up to the altar and remove
your clothes.  You may hang them over the altar rail.  Then stand in a
circle around the priests and cover their faces with your sacred sperm.
Remember, aim your little penises so the sperm goes nowhere except the
face, hopefully in the mouth.  Praise God."

All those cute little bodies stood around the priests and jacked off as
fast as they could.  I'd heard that when the boys did that, they had a
little competition as to who could cum the fastest.  After a few minutes,
we saw the cum start flying, most of it splattering on the priests' faces.
There was much applauding coming from the congregation, along with shouts
of encouragement from their proud fathers.

While this was going on, many fathers and their boys who were still in the
audience were jacking off, some getting sucked off by their sons.  I
glanced over at Ricky, who was sucking off a good looking man with a large
cock who we didn't know.

Henry gazed around, absolutely stupefied by the unfamiliar sexual activity
around him, as well as up on the altar.  I saw him rubbing his own bulge
nervously.  I was glad to see that all this was turning him on.

The priests stood up and licked the boy cum off of one another's faces.
The sight of these also sent the congregation into a flurry.

Father John, now without his robe and sporting a very rigid cock, spoke to
the congregation.  A long elastic string of pre-cum dangled from his pee
hole all the way to the floor.

"Wasn't that wonderful?  All these wonderful little boys, all children of
God, who experienced the love of God that only those who give their sperm
to others can experience.  Now, I ask the boys who are to be confirmed
today to come to the altar.  You can leave your clothes on your pew or hang
them over the altar rail."

When the boys had lined up, standing along the front of the altar, Father
John said, "My, my.  Isn't this a beautiful crop of God's creations.  So
young and tender.  Ready to give sacred sperm to out priests."  Motioning
to the priests, he said, "Now you may proceed."

Greg was considered an adult and was not one of them, but Brian was.

"That's my little boy up there," Henry said.  "What the fuck are they going
to do to him, Roger?"

"You'll see.  You'll find it very . . . inspiring."

The naked priests lined up in front of the boys and, leaning over, sucked
their little hard penises into their mouths.  I was very intrigued to see
Father Bruce had Brian's cock in his mouth.  From behind, I could see
Father Bruce's long, beautiful ball sack swinging gently between his
thighs.  The sight of that made me so horny, I released my hard cock from
my pants and started stroking.  Henry gazed down at it, looking as though
he were in shock.  He was still gently rubbing his own bulge.

Surprisingly, I noticed that Brian was actually bucking his hips, as though
he were fucking Father Bruce's mouth.  He was the only boy doing that.
That little 12 year old Brian, I thought, was into hot sex in a bigger way
than I thought he was.  Henry sat speechless as though in a daze.

Very soon, Father Bruce pulled off of Brian's cock, meaning that Brian had
been the first to shoot his load.  Father Bruce turned and faced the
congregation and opened his mouth wide to show them his mouthful of Brian's
gleaming white cum.  The audience applauded and cheered.  Henry's head was
wobbling, and I thought for a moment he might faint.

After the priests moved off to the side, Father John again faced the
congregation.  "Wasn't that spectacular.  Praise God for all his blessings.
And congratulations to Brian Simon for being the first to submit his sperm
to the glory of God.  Now it is time for the high point in our ceremony.
Each of these lovely boys will now receive their father's sperm in a true
gesture of father and son bonding under God.  The boys will receive their
father's sperm through their anuses.  Will all the boys' fathers now come
up to altar."

I turned to Henry.  "Okay, Henry, you're Brian's father.  You'd better go
on up there."

"Fuck no.  I'm not going to fuck my own son."

"If you don't go, Henry, he'll be the only one standing up there with no
one."

"You must think I'm crazy.  I won't do it."

Greg, who was sitting in the pew directly in front of us, turned around.
"Dad, you got to go up there.  If you don't, Brian will be embarrassed."

"I don't give a shit.  I shouldn't have come here in the first place."

Greg gritted his teeth and said, "Dad, if you don't go up there right now,
I'm going to stand up and announce to everyone that you're Brian's father,
and you refuse to do this for your son."

"You wouldn't dare."

Greg stood up.  Henry grabbed his arm and tried to pull him down.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Greg began.

"All right, you fucking little bastard," Henry growled.  "Sit down.  I'll
go.  But you'll hear about this later."

Henry slowly made his way to the aisle and up to the altar.  The other
fathers had already stripped off their clothes and were standing by their
sons.

Father John took Henry's hand as he ascending the steps to the altar.  "You
must be Brian's father.  For a moment, I thought that I might have to send
my own sperm into him.  Now remove your clothes and hang them over the
altar rail."

Henry very nervously removed his clothes and stood with Brian.

"Now," Father John said, "this is a very sacred act you will be performing
with each other.  You may choose whichever position you wish . . . the one
you're most comfortable with . . . the one you have practiced the most."

Henry looked around.  About half the fathers and sons got into position
where the father would lie face to face on top of his son, and the other
half chose to have their sons on all fours and enter them from behind.

I could see Henry and Brian whispering to each other rather furiously.
Finally, Brian lay on his back, probably the most comfortable position for
Henry since he most likely had fucked his wife in that position more
frequently than any other.

Henry pushed his son's legs up close to his chest.  I could see that
humongous dong of his flopping around and his balls swinging in circles as
he got in position.  Brian had a bit of smile on his face, but Henry looked
positively miserable.  Then, as the other fathers got into position, Henry
mounted his son and pushed his hard rod against Brian's asshole.  The boys
had been given a dab of grease to lubricate their assholes before they got
into position.  It seemed as though Henry had no trouble entering his son's
rectum.  As I watched, Henry's large cock disappeared suddenly, out of
sight, into Brian's hole.  It was hard for me to believe that rather small
boy had room inside of him for all of the huge meat.

Henry seemed stunned that his cock literally fell into his son's hole so
quickly.  He began slowly to pump in and out.  Brian was still looking up
into his Dad's face and smiling.  I saw Brian reach up and gently pat his
Dad's face with his hands, as though to show how much he was loving having
his dad's cock deep inside him.  Henry started pumping harder and harder.
I could see he was sweating, with droplets spraying across Brian's chest
and face.  Henry's full round ass cheeks were quivering and dimpling with
each thrust.

Brian reached up and pinched and twisted his dad's large protruding
nipples.  Then, without warning, Henry let out a roar like a wounded tiger.
He threw his head back and waved it from side to side.  I could tell he was
going through a very intense orgasm.  When it was over, Henry fell upon his
son's body, heaving mightily to get his breath.  Their heads were side by
side with their cheeks pressed together.  With his tongue, Brian began
licking in and all around his father's ear.  He had both hands on Henry's
firm ass cheeks and were squeezing them.

I suddenly became aware that none of the other fathers had finished yet.
Some were pounding away with great gusto, their balls slapping against
their sons' thighs.  I expected Henry to rise up, now that he had cum, but
he continued to lie there, flexing the muscles in his beautiful ass cheeks
as Brian squeezed them.

One by one, the other fathers came and rose up off their sons.  But Henry
and Brian remained clasped together.  Moans came from the congregation as
both men and boys shot their loads as they watched the communicants on the
altar getting fucked by their fathers.

Father John walked up to Henry and Brian.  "You did a fine job, both of
you.  If you will now rise and stand with the others, I have a great
surprise for you."

As Henry and Brian rose to their feet and stood facing the audience, Father
John clasped his hands in front of him.

Addressing the congregation, he said, "I am honored that our Bishop has
just arrived.  He had planned to be here as he always is at our
Confirmations.  But he was delayed in traffic."

Standing by Henry and Brian, Father John said, "Now for the surprise.  As
is our tradition, which we established last year at our summer retreat, the
father who finishes first in fucking . . . I mean in sending his sperm into
his son's body will have the honor of sucking . . . I mean receiving our
dear Bishop's holy sperm.  And I am thrilled to say that Mr. Henry Simon
has won that honor."

As Henry stood with renewed terror on his face, the Bishop came onto the
altar from a side door.  He was regaled in a heavy brocaded silk robe,
trimmed in gold and red.  Father John bowed to him and led him to the
Bishop's chair.  As the Bishop stood before it, Father John ceremoniously
removed his Holiness's robe, leaving the Bishop's slim, beautiful body for
all to see and admire.

"Now, Henry," Father John said.  "Please kneel before his Holiness and take
his sacred penis into your mouth, where he will give you the greatest gift
that God can bestow upon any man.

I could see the anguished look on Henry's face.  Although he felt a slight
tinge of honor to have been the first to cum while fucking his son, I could
see that he was horrified at the thought of taking this man's blazing hard
cock into his mouth.  He knelt before the Bishop.  The Bishop put his hand
behind Henry's head and pulled it forward so his lips touched the holy
cock.  Inch by inch, Henry's lips went down the full length of the Bishop's
cock until his nose was buried in the Holy one's huge bush of black pubic
hair.  Slowly, Henry began to bring his lips up and down the long fat
member.  A little faster now, and then faster yet.  With one hand, Henry
took hold of the Bishops low hanging balls and fondled them.  Then with
both hands, he grabbed the Bishop's luscious ass cheeks and jerked the
sacred hips hard against his mouth.  It was obvious, Henry was finding this
holy cock to be greatly to his liking and became very animated in his
sucking.

The Bishop growled with pleasure as his orgasm swept through his gut and
shot his heavy load into Henry's throat.  I could see Henry's Adam's apple
bouncing in his throat as he worked to swallow the Bishop's holy cream as
fast as it shot into his mouth.

When it was over, Henry crumpled to the floor and writhed around as in
great pain.  He began to swoon and babble incoherently.  Greg and I left
our pews and rushed up to the altar.  Both Brian and Greg huddled close to
him and put some rolled up clothing under his head.

"Are you all right, Dad?" Greg asked as he brushed his Dad's hair off his
forehead.

Henry looked up into our eyes and, very slowly, said, "I've felt it.  I've
felt the warmth of God's love for me.  His holy sperm inside of me is
surging through me and spreading his grace all over my body."

He seemed to be talking even more incoherently as he said, "Don't leave me,
God.  Give me more.  Fill my body with your holy seed."

Father John concluded the ceremony with a few words to the congregation.
As they filed out of the church, we helped carry Henry into Father John's
office, where we laid him on the couch where Father John had fucked the
shit out of so many parishioners.  None of us were dressed.  We had all
gotten completely out of our clothes at one time or another during the
ceremony.

Henry was still babbling something about more sperm.  He needed more sperm.
Something about wanting to drown in it.

Father John said, "I've seen these symptoms before when the presence of God
enters the body."

"Oh, come on," I said.  "Don't give us that bullshit again."

"No, I am very serious.  The only way to bring this lovely man out of his
delirium is to grant him his wish.  Drown him in sperm."

"What?" I said.  "How do you propose to do that?"

"We'll gather around him and cover his face with our sperm.  It will bring
him around."

We did as the Holy Father suggested.  We stood over Henry and worked our
cocks up to good rigid hard-ons and started jacking.  Six of us: Ricky,
Brian, Greg, Timothy, Father John, and myself.  I could tell that Brian and
Greg were overpoweringly excited with the idea of shooting their hot cum
all over their Dad's face.  It excited me, too.  We stroked and stroked,
slowly at first, none of us wanting to cum too soon.  The eroticism of it
was overwhelming.

Soon, none of us could hold it, and we all let our orgasms tear through our
bodies as great streams of cum splattered in gobs all over Henry's face and
in his eyes and mouth.  When we had shaken the last drops from our gorged
penises, Henry began to stir.  His tongue came out and searched for as much
cum as he could get.  He began to smile.  It was almost the smile of an
angel.  He looked at us and reached up and squeezed the last drop of cum
from our wilting cocks.

Henry sat up, cum running down his face and into his pubic hair and on his
cock.

"Well," he said, almost as though he were totally sane now, "Thank you,
Roger, for bringing me.  I would have hated to miss such a lovely ceremony.
I love you all.  When is the next confirmation ceremony?"

"Not until next month," Father John said.

"Oh, good," Henry purred.  "That will give the boys and me time to
practice.  It was such an honor to win the award.  I want to win it again."

"Well, Mr. Simon," Father John said, "you can't go through a confirmation
ceremony more than once.  But we do have our Friday night Fellowship
get-together for all confirmed men and their sons.  We do have games and
competitions on those nights.  If you come next Friday, I'm sure you'll be
a winner again."

Greg and Bryan set about licking as much cum as they could off their dad's
face, running a good deal of it into his mouth.  They helped him get
dressed, and we all left.  Ricky invited Brian to spend that night with him
at our house, and I invited Greg to spend it with me and Timothy.  First,
however, we took Henry home and saw to it that he was showered and put to
bed, even though is was only noon.  The last thing he said was, "Don't
forget we have a date for fellowship next Friday."


Two days later, I felt the need to go to Confession.  It wasn't that I had
sinned.  I'd never missed a day of ingesting more than my share of sperm.
But I just felt a craving to have Father Jurkins give me his form of
absolution.

I arrived at the church and entered the reception room, where I found Joey,
the receptionist sitting at his desk looking like he was in another world.
Then I noticed a figure crouched beneath the desk.  Leaning over, I could
see it was Father Assimoff with Joey's cock slipping in and out of his
mouth.  When Joey saw me, I could tell he was just about to orgasm.  He
soon recovered, and Father Assimoff came out from under the desk with thick
white globs of cum running down his chin.

"Well, Joey," I said, "I didn't mean to interrupt, but I'm here to go to
Confession."

Father Assimoff said, "If you'll look into the sanctuary, you'll see
there's quite a line waiting to confess.  Father Jurkins has been at it for
some hours now."

"In that case, I think I'll pass up Confession today," I said.  "Is Father
John available?"

Joey said, "Father John and Father Bruce are in conference at the moment.
I believe they're interviewing a new prospect for membership."

"I don't think they'll mind if I just popped in to say hello."

When I entered Father John's office, I found Father Bruce humping a man I
couldn't see on the couch.  The man under Father Bruce was, at the same
time, frantically sucking on Father John's cock.  They all seemed so
intent, they paid no attention to me as I walked closer.  I was stunned to
see that it was Henry Simon who was being fucked.

As Father John pumped his gorged cock into Henry's mouth, he looked at me
and said, "Mr. Simon has decided to join our church along with his two
sons.  Praise the Lord.  We are simply performing a preliminary ceremony."

I stood over them with my hard cock almost breaking out of my pants.  Both
Father John and Father Bruce entered their orgasms simultaneously.  They
both pulled out and shot their great streams of cum all over Henry's face.
It had been Henry's request."

When it was over, and the two good Fathers moved off, I looked at Henry
lying there with his face covered with pudding and his enormous cock
standing straight up.  His huge balls lay spread out on the couch between
his thighs.

"Henry," I said.  "In order to complete the ceremony, you need to give of
your own sperm.  I would be honored if you would fill me up with your
sacred cream through my asshole."

Henry smiled through the glop on his face and rose from the couch.  I
stripped down and lay on my back with my legs held high.  As Henry
approached me, I looked at that humongous cock that I had first seen being
jacked off in his garage.  I couldn't imagine taking it up my ass, but now
I craved to have it rammed into my asshole.

He mounted me and groaned like an animal.  As the enormous head pressed
into my hole, it felt as though the rim of my asshole was being ripped
apart.  As he pounded me, cum dripped from his face onto mine.  With each
thrust, his cock felt as though it was up into my stomach.  I had never
been fucked like this before.  I wondered how his son, little Brian, could
take it up his ass during the Confirmation ceremony on the altar.

Henry pounded my ass harder and harder, and faster and faster.  I was
certain there must be blood everywhere, but I didn't care.  Then it
happened.  His enormous cock suddenly grew even larger and began throbbing
violently in my rectum.  I could feel the warmth of his cum as it flooded
my insides.  The strong throbbing went on and on, as though it would never
stop.

Finally, Henry collapsed upon me and kissed me, spreading the two good
Fathers' cum all over my face.  When he pulled out, the pain was pure
ecstasy.  Father Bruce knelt between my legs and plunged his face into my
ass crack, sucking out as much of Henry's cum as he could.

I wanted to rise up from the couch, but I could hardly move.  I felt as
though my body had been ravaged like it had never been ravaged before.  I
looked up at Henry and smiled.

"Henry," I said, "you're going to make a wonderfully devout member of this
church."

"Yes," he said.  "I feel the power of Christ in my veins.  God's love
covers me like a soft velvet blanket.  My sons and I have found the way.
The path to God's eternal grace."

I could feel my asshole burning from Henry's huge sausage.  "I'm going to
leave you all," I said.  I need to get home and take a warm bath.  I
dressed and went out into the hall.  There I encountered Father Jurkins.
He was bent over and walking very slowly.

"Father Jurkins, is Confession over already?"

"Yes.  I heard the confessions of 37 parishioners."

"And you absolved all their sins.  Right?  Where did you take their sperm?
In your mouth or up your ass?"

"Mostly up my ass," Father jerkins replied.  "If you'll excuse me, Roger, I
really need to go home and rest.  I hope Father Assimoff will be there.
The last I saw him this morning he was absolving little Joey of his sins."

As I passed out through the reception room to go home, Joey said, "Did you
get a chance to confess today, Mr. Thompson?

"No.  The line was too long."

"Would you like me to absolve your sins for you, sir?"

"You're not a priest, Joey."

Joey came up to me and laid his hand on my thickening bulge.  "Well,
Mr. Thompson, we can pretend I am.  After all, isn't everything around here
just pretending?"

I smiled.  "Yes.  Yes, I suppose you're right.  It's all one big fantasy."

I dropped my pants and leaned against the desk.  I guided my hard penis
into Joey's mouth.  Within no more than a minute, another earth-shattering
orgasm swept over me as I filled Joey's throat with a magnificent load of
God's sacred sperm.

Comments of any kind are welcome.

Tom Borden
Tombor99@yahoo.com