Date: Tue, 3 Jun 2008 18:53:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Church of the Holy Seed"  Chapter 13

Church of the Holy Seed

Chapter 13


When Rob and I reached my bedroom, he said nothing, but quickly stripped
off his Captain's uniform and hung it all neatly over the back of a chair.
I had hoped to have the privilege to undress him myself.

He stood there in front of me, totally naked and said simply, "I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have walked out on you that day.  You can think what you want
about my life."

"I'm sorry, too," I said.  "I won't mention it again.  I had no right to
speculate."

I led him over to the bed where he laid down spread eagle, as before.  He
smiled at me and said, "What are you thinking when you look at me, Roger?"

"You know what I'm thinking, you cocksucking cum-slut."

He laughed.  "Do you still like what you see?  Do you think I've put on a
little weight around the middle?"

"No," I said.  "You're body looks as fit and tempting as it ever did."

"Well?" he said, holding out his arms with palms up.

"Well, what?"

"What do you want to do, Roger?"

"I want to ravage your body, Rob.  I want you to feel that I own your body,
that I can use it in every way possible to get you off and myself off."

He lowered his arms.  "I do feel that way."

I tore off my clothes and flung myself onto the bed beside him.  I went to
kiss him, but sensed that he had moved his head slightly away.  I persisted
and kissed him once, gently on the lips.  He looked at me and smiled.  He
reached down and took hold of my hard cock and squeezed it.

"Cum on me, Roger.  Cum on me.  That's practically all I thought about when
I was flying."

I crouched next to his head with my hard cock only inches from his face.
He lay there with his eyes closed as though he were giving his body up
totally to some holy sacrifice.  As I began to stroke, pre-cum dripped from
my pee-hole onto his lips.  I looked at him as I stroked and realized I
wanted this man more than I've ever wanted anyone.

I tried to hold back, but it was no use.  The sight of his magnificent body
brought my orgasm slamming against me like a two-ton boulder.  I just let
it go.  Great globs of pudding-like cum spouted from my cock and covered
his face.  I could see his eyes flutter, but I could only guess at what
kind of pleasure was going through his mind.  I knew instantly that I had
to push the Church to schedule his Confirmation Ceremony as soon as
possible.  According to Father Bruce, it will be the greatest erotic
pleasure Rob has ever experienced.

As my cum began to liquefy and run down into his ears and mouth, he took
hold of his hard cock and stroked it slowly.  I pulled his hand away and
stood above him on the bed, straddling his hips.  I lowered my self slowly
until I felt the tip of his penis against my asshole.  Holding my ass
cheeks apart with my hands, I lowered myself further and felt the head pop
through my hole.  And then as I rose up and down on his cock, he began
bucking his hips in rhythm with my motion.  I couldn't believe that his
pleasure could possibly be more intense than mine at that moment.  To have
the gorgeous cock of that handsome man inside of me was different that any
other fucking I ever had.  Even though I had just shot a load, I could feel
my penis growing again as his cock rubbed against my prostate.

I couldn't believe that I was about to have another orgasm so quickly after
the last one.  Rob kept his eyes closed and moaned softly.  He suddenly
gave one strong thrust up into my ass, and I could feel his cock throbbing
violently on the rim of my asshole.  As I felt the warm flow of his cum
filling my rectum, my orgasm overtook me, and five or six powerful streams
of my cum shot out onto his face, this time over his eyes and hair.

As I felt his cock wilting inside of me, I pulled off.  He allowed me to
lick his face clean with my tongue.

He said, "I like the feel of your tongue on my face and knowing that you
like doing that."

Rob soon rose and went into the bathroom where he washed his face and
chest.  "I'll take a shower when I get home," he said.  "I'd better get
back before the wife wakes up."

As I he got dressed, he said, "One of the reasons I came over is that I
wanted to make sure you and Father John are still planning on a
Confirmation Ceremony for me."

"Yes, I'll talk to them in the morning."

He came to me and kissed me on the cheek before he left.


I knew what Rob wanted most was the experience of the ceremony on the altar
before the whole congregation.  He was convinced it would be the ultimate
erotic sexual experience of his life.  I'd dreamed of Rob and I going off
and living the rest of our lives together.  But that could never be any
more than a fantasy.  That isn't what Rob wanted.  Even if neither of us
were married, an on-going romantic relationship with another man was not
something he would ever consider.  He had specific sexual needs and would
find satisfaction for them wherever he could----with men or with women or
with both together.


When I arrived at the church the next morning, I found Father John and
Father Bruce in a heated discussion about Rob's confirmation.

"We can't have a confirmation for just one person, God damn it."  Father
John pounded his fist on his desk with every word he spoke.  "We have to
have multiple cum-letting or it'll be nothing but a fucking bore to
everyone."

"Listen, John," Father Bruce said.  "I know you're never open to new ideas,
unless it's the idea of a new cock up your ass.  But this is a very special
case.  This man is like a fucking God himself.  We've never had a
parishioner who loved cum like he does.  You heard him.  He said he wanted
to be drowned in it."

"You and I alone could do that for him, Bruce."

"No, it has to be more."  Father Bruce picked up the sculptured cock and
balls paper weight off the desk.  He ran his tongue over the head.  "Not
only the priests and the Bishop, but every cocksucker in the whole fucking
congregation can be involved.  I picture this God-like man affixed to the
holy cross where all his followers---the entire congregation---can adore
him with their hot sperm, men and boys alike.  Picture it, the voices of
the choir will soar as he is literally drowned in holy sperm."

Father John began to rub his bulge as the picture became clearer to him.

Father Bruce went on.  "His mouth will call out for the holy sperm of a
hundred throbbing cocks, his asshole will all but scream for his bowels to
be filled with the sacred seed.  He will be required to suck the cum of a
hundred boys out of the Bishop's fucking asshole.  It will be the grandest
fucking display of cum worship this fucking church has ever seen."

I sat in a chair nearby, listening to Father Bruce.  His eloquence in
describing the ceremony made me hard as a rock.  I spoke up.

"I think the idea is a wonderful one.  I know Rob quite intimately, and
this confirmation might well be the greatest day of his life."

"You've fucked around with him quite a bit, haven't you, Roger," Father
John said.

"Yes, and I'd like to keep him for myself.  But I realize that can never
be."

"Okay, Father Bruce," Father John said.  "You may proceed with the plans.
I'll notify that mother fucking Bishop Frick.  What a pompous asshole he
is.  He'll probably want to go through a fucking dress rehearsal."

Father Bruce said, "You and I can do that for him.  You have to admit this
man has a lovely cock and a good tight asshole, to say nothing of his tasty
sperm."


On the next Sunday, during the regular service, Father John stepped to the
pulpit to make his usual announcements.  As always, his elaborate white and
gold robe hung open revealing his very hard penis.  A long elastic string
of semen dangled from the pee hole almost to the floor.

"Welcome, dear friends.  I have a few announcements.  Father Suckling has
graciously prepared a class for all our young teens to be held on Wednesday
evening in the parish hall.  It is a class on penetration techniques.  It
will be especially useful for all of you lads who have not yet been
penetrated.  The fathers are encouraged to attend also.  You'll find Father
Suckling's demonstrations to be most enlightening.

"Also, I'm sad to announce that Father Jurkins will be taking a week or two
of leave.  As you know, he hears all of your confessions.  This past week
he has been giving absolution to an unusually high number of sinners, and
his assho . . . I mean, his anus has become quite sore.  We all wish Father
Jurkins a speedy recovery.  In the meantime, Father Dribble will be glad to
hear your confessions.

"As you know, Confirmation of our fifteen to seventeen year-olds will be
held two weeks from today.  I hope all of you who will be confirmed have
been practicing your lessons faithfully.  But next week, we have planned a
very special Confirmation for only one person.  Mr. George Siemens.  Would
you stand up please so everyone can see you?"

Rob had requested that a fake name, George Siemens, be used to hide his
real identity.  That plus the fact that no one would recognize his naked
body made Rob feel more secure.

Rob was sitting in the second row, and I could see he was busy having his
cock sucked by the young man sitting next to him.  Rob stood up quickly
with his beautiful hard cock bouncing up and down.  His pants were down
around his ankles.  There was light applause and many ohs and ahs at the
sight of this lovely gorged penis.

Father John chuckled.  "I'm sorry I interrupted you as you were praising
God and his holy sperm.  The ceremony will be our first so-called totally
interactive ceremony.  All of our priests, as well as all of you in the
congregation will participate.  We will send you an announcement closer to
the time, but we ask that none of you produce sperm for at least three days
prior to the ceremony."


The big day finally arrived.  Ricky and I sat as close to the front as
possible.  I was pleased to see Sheriff's Deputy Rod Waters and his son
Eddie.  With them was an older gentleman.  Rod found a seat next to me.

"How have you been, Rod?"  I patted his considerable bulge in his pants.
"I hope you've been saving this.  You'll want to produce a good load
today."

"I've been great, Roger.  I want you to meet my dad, Horace.  My mom died a
few months ago, and dad came to stay with us for awhile.  One night, Eddie
here and I were having a good fuck, and dad walked in on us.  We were both
stunned.  I thought the shit was gonna fly.  But we were surprised when he
asked if he could join us.  What a great cock he has.  Longer and fatter
than mine.  I thought mom must have had a lot of terrific fucks from that
cock.  It was just last week that Eddie finally let grandpa fuck him.  You
know, because his cock was so big.  But Eddie knows pretty well how to
relax his asshole, and it went well.  Now Eddie loves Grandpa to fuck him
more than he does me sometimes.  But I'm so proud of him.  I love to watch
his cute little buns bouncing up and down when he fucks my dad."

I saw Horace looking at me with a smile.  He said, "Nice to meet you,
Roger.  Rod's told me a lot about you and how he met you.  Why don't you
give us a call sometime.  Maybe we could get together."

Horace had a classically handsome face with large brown eyes and sensuous
full lips.  I estimated he was in his late fifties, or maybe sixty.  I
could picture how nice it would be to have those lips around my hard cock.

I had no idea where Rob was.  He was probably in a room being prepared.  On
the altar stood a huge cross of rough timber, like that on which Jesus was
crucified.  Ropes hung from the cross piece.

Father John appeared, this time completely naked.  As he stood by the
pulpit, two other naked priests walked onto the altar with Bishop Frick
between them.  He was dressed in a bright red and gold robe with a miter on
his head, looking all the world like a Catholic Pope.  He sat in the
Bishop's chair at one side of the altar.  As he did so, his robe fell open
revealing a humongous dick and a very hairy chest.  The two naked priests
each leaned over and kissed the head of his holiness's prick.  Before they
withdrew, Bishop Frick kissed the head of each of their dicks.

The man sitting on the other side of me was fondling the little hard boner
of the young boy sitting with him.  He leaned over to me and said, "It's a
lovely ceremony, isn't it?"

"You haven't seen anything yet, my friend.  I hope you've saved up plenty
of cum.  Does your boy know how to jerk off?"

"Oh yes.  Just last week was his first time.  And then the next night he
fucked me.  He's a hot little fucker.  He can't wait until he's confirmed."

"Good for him," I said turning my attention to the altar.

And there he was, being led in by both Father Bruce and Father Dick.  They
had a tight hold of both his arms, as though he were a prisoner in danger
of escape.  Rob's beautiful body had a soft tan look to it in the mellow
candle light on the altar.

Rob was backed up to the cross, and his outstretched arms and feet were
tied securely to the cross.

Father John stepped to the cross and ran his hand over Rob's bare chest and
stomach and then cupped his balls in his hand.  He turned to speak to the
congregation.

"Today, we will be confirming George Siemans into the Church of the Holy
Seed.  This will be a great celebration of God's love through the sacred
sperm of our entire congregation.  This will be an historic event for our
church.  Never before will we have produced the amount of sperm for the
Lord's glory as we will today.  Our Brother George will receive all of your
sperm and will thus, by doing so, will become the highest priest of this
church . . . under me, of course."

I turned to Rod Waters.  "My God, I wonder if Rob knew about this.  Father
John didn't mention anything to me about making him a high priest.  Wow.  I
hope Rob's happy about this."

Father John continued.  "Since this is a totally interactive ceremony, I
would like you all in the congregation to remove all of your clothes and
keep them on your seats."

The entire congregation rose and began stripping down, murmuring as they
did so, about the thrill of possibly having a shot at this gorgeous man on
the altar.

"First, will all the young boys, between twelve and fourteen please come up
to the altar."

There was a sudden rush to the altar as these boys scampered to be first.
What a sight it was to see all those sweet little ass cheeks bouncing along
and their little boners sticking out in front of them.

Two priests entered and laid a thick padded carpet in the middle of the
altar, close to the front.  Then they approached Bishop Frick, who was now
standing.  They ceremoniously removed his robe.  With his entire fine
muscular naked body revealed, he lay down on the pad and brought his legs
up, revealing his hairy asshole.

"Now, will the boys please line up," Father John said.  "There are
twenty-seven of you.  Each of you will now step up the holy Father and push
your penis into his sacred anus where you will deposit your holy sperm."

The boys all seemed enormously eager.  They had obviously practiced fucking
their fathers.  It was amazing how fast these boys came and shot their cum
into the holy Father's asshole.  I remember when I was that age, it took me
only a minute to cum.  It was so erotic hearing each boy crying out during
his orgasm.  It took only thirty-five minutes to fill the Bishops ass with
boy cum.

As he watched, Rob's hard cock bounced up and down noticeably.

A platform was placed in front of Rob, and the Bishop was led by Father
Bruce and Father Dick and helped up onto it.  He faced the front and leaned
over with his ass level with Rob's face.  I noticed a little cum running
down the Bishop's leg, but not much.  A young boy's cum is much thicker
than an adult's, and the cum these lads produced stayed put easier.

Father John spoke.  "Now Brother George, you are now to exercise the
privilege of taking all of these boys' sperm into your body.  Since it is
residing now in the holy Father's rectum, it has been blessed with God's
grace."

Bishop Frick pushed his bare ass closer to Rob's face.  Father Bruce and
Father Dick held the holy cheeks apart to allow Rob to get his tongue and
lips onto the holy asshole.

As Rob sucked and slurped, I could see his Adam's apple bouncing up and
down, indicating that he was indeed swallowing almost every drop.  The
congregation seemed to get more restless as most of them were stroking or
sucking on one another's cock.

Father John stepped to the front of the altar.  "Now please.  Let me remind
you that all of you will have a chance to cum up here on the altar.  Please
save yourselves."

When Rob had apparently finished ingesting all the cum out of Bishop
Frick's asshole, he moved his head back against the cross.  As the Bishop
was helped down from the platform, I could see boy cum smeared all over
Rob's face, and cum running off of his chin onto his chest.  He looked as
though he were in a deep trance.

Four priests entered and lowered the cross to a more or less horizontal
position on the floor, with the head of the cross elevated slightly so the
congregation could see Rob's whole body.  The priests then stood aside.

Father Jurkins then appeared, his pure white skin standing out like a
beacon.  His extraordinarily long ball sack swung like a pendulum as he
walked.  He stood over Rob's head and spoke.

"Before this ceremony, Brother George Siemans confessed his sins to me.  I
shall now absolve him of his sins with my holy sperm."

Father Jurkins took hold of his inflated cock and started stroking, his
long balls bouncing up and down as he did so.  Within a minute he let out a
shriek and hosed down Rob's face with six or seven powerful streams of
steaming cum.  Rob had his mouth open and caught most of it.  Some went
into his hair.  The congregation was starting to get restless again.

Nine naked priests then stepped from the side.  Each one in turn crouched
over Rob's face and fucked his mouth.  I could see easily all their turgid
cocks boring completely into Rob's mouth and throat.  I feared that he
might choke.  But he didn't.  I loved watching the firm round asses of the
priests humping away at Rob's mouth.

After the last priest had cum, they all moved to the side.  Father John
stepped forward again and spoke.

"Now, will the front three-quarters of the adult men and boys over fourteen
seated in the congregation please come up to the altar and line up over at
the side."  Several priests were stationed to hold back the remaining
one-quarter.

"Now eight of you stand around brother George and cast your seed upon his
body.  As each one of you has finished, step back and let the next person
in line come forward to cast his seed."

As the men and late teenagers stood over Rob's body and jacked their dicks,
sending their hot cum raining down upon him, the room was filled with cries
of ecstasy as their orgasms took over their bodies.  Sometimes four or five
orgasms occurred at once.

I counted altogether one hundred and twelve men and late teenagers who had
shot their hot thick loads onto Rob's body.  Rod Rivers, his father Horace,
and his son Eddie, and I were the last to shoot our loads.  I looked down
at Rob.  His entire body from head to toe was covered in cum, including his
eyes, which he kept closed.  His body shimmered like one large jewel in the
candle light.  I could see through the thick mess a slight smile on Rob's
face.  Not really a smile, but a look of Heavenly contentment.  I wondered
what was really going through his mind at that moment.  I thought I'd like
to have him explain to me sometime just what it is he feels.

When we had all returned to our seats, the four priests lifted the cross
back into its vertical upright position.  They untied Rob and turned his
wet slimy body so his front was against the cross, and his lovely ass was
visible to the audience.

"Now will the remainder of the audience please come to the alter," Father
John said.

There were only about twenty left to come forward.  It looked as though
they knew what pleasure they were in for, and they all held rigid cocks in
their hands.

"Now this is the final part of our ceremony," Father John said.  "You will
give Brother George your sacred sperm through his anus.  One at a time, of
course."

I watched as each naked man stepped up and humped poor Rob.  I say poor Rob
because I don't really know how any man can survive having twenty pumping
cocks up his ass, one after the other.  But I was reassured when I saw Rob
bucking his hips back into each man as he was getting fucked.  Wow.

When it was over, Father John, Father Bruce, and Father Dick, knelt behind
Rob and cleaned out his asshole as much as they could.  Two priests untied
Rob and held him as he walked unsteadily forward with Father John.  He
obviously wasn't able to stand without someone holding him.

Father John smiled out on the congregation as he held one arm around Rob's
waist.  "My friends, you have all been a wonderful part of this special
ceremony.  And I now take great pleasure in formally introducing to you the
new High Priest of the Church of the Holy Seed, Father George."

The congregation erupted in wild applause and cheering.  Another priest
came forward and placed a long green and gold robe over Rob's wet
shoulders.

The audience filed out, happy and spent.  I stayed behind and went to
Father John's office.  I found Rob sitting on the couch surrounded by all
the other adoring naked priests.  Father Jurkins was crouching down between
Rob's outstreached legs licking some dried cum off of his balls.

Rob was smiling as he held Father Bruce's hard cock in his right hand and
Father Dick's hard cock in his left.

Father Bruce said, "You're one of us now, Father Geroge.  You can now have
all you want with us."

Rob glanced at me and looked away.

"How are you going to find the time to be a priest, Rob," I asked.

Rob looked up into Father Dick's face.  "Oh, I'll find some time."

"But you're married, Rob," I said.

"Like I said, I'll find some time.  I'll be flying to Dallas next week, and
Father Dick here said he'll fly down there, too, so we can spend the night
together and drink each other's holy sperm."

Father Dick pushed forward so his dick touched Rob's lips.  Rob ran his
tongue over it."

"Rob," I said.  "Would you like to come home with me and we can spend the
afternoon together.  You said your wife won't be home until this evening."

"I don't think so, Roger.  Father Bruce wants to go over some . . . you
know . . . instruction with me this afternoon that I have to know."

Father Bruce leaned over and put his strong arms around Rob.  Smiling, they
both looked over at me.

I knew I'd lost Rob.  I was insane to think I could have him for myself.
We were both married.  How stupid could I be.  I left the office and went
outside.  I was surprised to see Rod Rivers and his father and son standing
on the front step.

"Hey, Roger," Rod said.  "We thought we'd wait for you.  Would you like to
come home with us?  Dad here would sure like to get to know you better.  We
could have a few drinks and . . . ."

"Thanks, Rod, but I think I'll go on home.  I'm kind of tired."

"I understand," Rod said, putting his hand on my cheek.  "Shooting a load
like we did does poop you out sometimes."

"I'll call you tomorrow, Rod," I said.  "Maybe tomorrow night if you'll be
free.  It's really good to see you again, Rod and Eddie.  And it was really
good meeting you, too, Horace.  I'll call you."

I went home to an empty house.  Ricky hadn't attended that morning and was
now off with a friend somewhere.  I sat out on the pool deck with a tall
gin and tonic.  I had really been a fool, I thought.  Rob and I had shared
so much and had become so close.  Of course, I then had to make my stupid
fucking observations about his life.  Shit.  I had no right to do that.
How can anybody possibly know what goes on with another person.  Nobody
really knows what goes on in my mind.  How could I have been so arrogant?

Then I turn around and get him involved with that god damned fucking church
and those fucking male slut whores, who call themselves priests.  How could
I not have expected what would happen?

I heard the doorbell and went in.  When I opened the door, it was Rob.

"Come in, Rob.  I thought you had a meeting with Father Bruce.  You really
had a workout at your Confirmation, didn't you?  I trust it was all you
hoped for.  Come on back to the deck.  I was just enjoying this unusually
cool afternoon.  Can I fix you a drink?"

"No thanks.  I'm sorry about this afternoon.  I saw the look on your face
when you left the office.  I didn't mean to brush you off like that."

"Oh, it's nothing, Rob.  Don't be sorry.  I understand."

"I don't think you do."  Rob sat next to me and put his hand on my arm.
"You're one of the best friends I've ever had, Roger.  I mean that.  You
are the only guy I've ever really opened up to.  The only guy I've told
things I would never tell anyone else.  What better friend could there be
than you?"

"I know.  And I've told you plenty of my own secrets, too.  Things I've
never shared with anyone else.  And I'm deeply regretful for having made
presumptions about you I had no right making."

"I'm not worried about that, Roger.  That can't end a friendship like we've
had.  And I don't want our friendship to ever end.  But I want you to
understand something about me."

"I thought I did understand you.  But maybe not."

"You understand a lot about me, Roger, but perhaps not everything.  You
know that I have bisexual feelings.  I'd give a lot to be able to fuck my
wife regularly, but it's not happening.  That's just one side of me.  The
other side of me is what you saw today.  I don't lust after men's bodies as
you do.  I've never wanted a permanent relationship with one man.  I
couldn't have that even if I wanted it since I'm married and have a
professional life.  And I couldn't have it on the side, either, because she
would somehow find out.  I don't want that"

"You say the other side of you is what I saw today.  You don't think that
will be discovered?"

"What you saw today, Roger, is only emblematic of my other life's desires.
I told them this afternoon I wanted no part of being a priest, or even a
member of their church.  I hated to do that after all they did for me.  I'm
not going to live a gay lifestyle as they do.  If my particular sexual
desire were to be known by my wife and family and friends, it would mean
only the gravest of consequences.  I'll live out my desires with you and
others I may meet discreetly from time to time."

I turned to face Rob and put my hand on his shoulder.  "You said you don't
lust after other men's bodies.  But yet you want your own body admired by
other men.  What is it exactly you crave, Rob?"

"It's my desire only to be submissive.  But only to a point.  As you know,
I'm not into pain nor into a lifetime of slavery.  There are only certain
times that I want it, but not as a lifestyle.  I want it only with the
right man or with a man and woman together.  But even then, I would set
rules I'd never cross.  I want to be naked so others see my exposed flesh.
I want my mouth and asshole to be used to take men's cocks, and I want to
eat their cum and be covered with it and let it dry on my skin so I can be
aware that men had cum on me and used me as their cum pig.  That's the kind
of submission that's exciting to me.  I want to be seen by men and used by
their cocks.  I want them to watch me as they stroke their cocks into my
mouth or my asshole, and then watch me as their cum shoots on me or in me.
I want them to keep me naked before, during, and after and to make me feel
like a sub."

"I think I understand, Rob."

As a psychiatrist, I knew that all human behaviors and desires have a root
cause, something, sometime, somewhere in a man's life that triggers it.
But it was not my place, as Rob's friend and confidant, to analyze it.  I
regretted deeply having tried earlier.  I'll never really know what
triggered Rob's particular desires, and he'll probably never know, either.

Rob continued.  "I like the submissive lifestyle.  And I have to follow
through with it when I can, even though not very often.  But those in my
other life must not know.  Even if I wasn't married, I don't think I could
ever come out and live a totally gay life or be with only gay people.  It's
not what I am.  I never want to be known as Rob the Gay Man.  Only you and
a few others will ever know me as Rob the Submissive or Rob the Cum-Slut.
That's one reason I had those people at the church call me by a fake name."

I leaned back in my chair and smiled at him.  "You're a complicated man,
Rob.  But I understand.  And I wish you a great time coming up in Dallas
with Father Dick."

"Well, Roger, before I left today, I told him that was off."

"Why?  I think he'd give you everything you wanted.."

"Well, for one thing, he confided in me later that HE wanted to be
dominated.  He said he was going to bring rope with him so I could tie him
to the bed and then spank him before I fucked him.  Can you imagine that?"

We both doubled over laughing.

I rose to my feet and pulled Rob to his feet.  I put my arm around his
shoulder, and he put his around my waist.

"Come on, Rob, let's go upstairs," I said.  "I've got something to give
you, and it's not rope."

We took two steps at a time, laughing all the way.  It had been a good day.



Comments and feedback from readers are welcome, and all will be responded
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Tom Borden