Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2007 12:39:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "The Church of the Holy Seed,"  Chapter 3

The Church of the Holy Seed
Chapter 3


As Ricky continued to talk with Eric on the phone, I watched him flexing
his butt muscles.  The sight of his little round ass cheeks bobbing up and
down sent the blood rushing to my head.  God!  I could hardly believe I was
about to engage in some serious sexual activity with that boy.  He seemed
so eager.  He showed no embarrassment at all.  But was it right?  Was what
we were about to do right?  I wasn't forcing the boy.  If anything, he was
forcing it on me.

"Eric," Ricky said, "I talked to Father John today and he said we can do
some fucking at Camp.  You didn't tell me about that.  Do you know how to
do that?"

After a few more minutes of conversation, Ricky signed off and sat down
next to me.

"Dad, Eric said his dad has been teaching him how to fuck and get fucked so
he'll be ready when they go to Camp.  I hope you'll show me how to do it."

I put my arm around my son and pulled him close to me.  I ran my hand over
his naked thigh.

"I didn't realize you'd grown up so fast, Ricky," I said.  "You have a
light dusting of hair now on your legs, your penis is almost as big as mine
when it's hard.  It's difficult for me to believe you are now a sexual guy.
And you're only twelve.  Sure.  If we're going to participate in this
church's activities, you'll have to know how to do it all."

"That's cool, Dad."

I reached over and took the manual and flipped through the pages.  "It
doesn't look like there's any special way to masturbate shown in this
manual that differs from the way I do it.  I usually just fist it, like
this.  How about you?"

I'd never seen Ricky jacking off his dick, and was curious.

He took hold of his hard boner with his whole hand and stroked it.  "This
is the way I always do it.  It there another way?"

"There are lots of ways, I guess.  But I like that way best.  Now what you
really need to learn is how to take another guy's sperm into your mouth and
swallow it.  And to do that you have to have his penis in your mouth and
stimulate it with your tongue and lips."

My God!  Here was the moment of truth.  I was actually going to show my
little boy how to suck cock!

"Lie down on your back, Ricky, and let me demonstrate."

Ricky's straight and smooth penis stood erect with little bubbles of
pre-cum oozing out.  I lay between his legs and took it into my mouth.  I
ran my lips all the way to the base.  The taste of it made my heart pound.
I ran my tongue over the head and around the shaft as I pumped it faster
into my mouth.  Ricky began to moan.  I pulled off.

"Could you feel what I was doing with my lips and tongue?  You have to keep
your lips pressed hard around the penis as you suck and work your tongue
over it."

"Oh, Dad, that feels better than when I do it with my hand."

"Now, I want you to try it yourself on me.  Be sure to work your tongue and
lips just like I did."

I lay flat and watched my son lie between my legs and lower his mouth over
my cock.  I thought my pounding heart would stop.  The feel of my son's
lips and tongue on my raging cock sent me into a frenzy.  He attacked my
penis as though he'd been sucking cock for years.  His tongue swirled
around it, bringing me to the brink.  I reached down and took hold of his
head.

"Pull off Ricky!  I was about to cum.  You're a fast learner, son.  Now you
need to experience taking sperm into your mouth and swallowing it.  Are you
ready?"

"Yeah, Dad.  Let's go for it."

Ricky plunged my cock back into his mouth.  It was only a minute or two
before I could feel the tingle in my gut that signaled my orgasm was about
to rage through my body.  The muscle at the base of my penis began to
clench like a vise as it forced my cum up my shaft into my son's mouth.
With every surge I felt my cock head slapping against the roof of my son's
mouth as he furiously sucked and swallowed my hot jssm.

As my orgasm subsided, Ricky continued to suck and swirl his tongue around
my penis.  My whole body went limp, but he held on, slurping every last
drop.  When he finally pulled off, he looked at me, smiling, with drops of
my cum running down his chin.

"That was fun, Dad," he said.  "Your cock tasted so good, and your sperm is
so sweet.  I never tasted sperm before.  Just like Eric said, I feel the
grace of God spreading through my body."

I was startled to hear Ricky say that.  He must really believe what that
church preaches.  But I wouldn't disabuse him of it if that is what he
wanted to believe.


The next day, I was surprised when Bert Simmons paid me a visit at my
office.

"Roger," he said, "I know we've seen each other in the elevator from time
to time and said hello.  But I thought I'd come over and meet you formally.
I think we need to get acquainted.  Eric tells me you and your son will be
attending the Fellowship Camp.  I was present at your confirmation
ceremony, by the way.  I suppose I should have introduced myself then.  I
have to say you performed splendidly."

I was glad to finally meet Bert Simmons, now that we would likely be in
close quarters at the camp.  "I'm glad to meet you, too, Bert.  I've been
working with Ricky to get him acquainted with the acts of jerking off and
sucking.  He's doing remarkably well.  But I understand before going to
camp, the boys will need to know about fucking and being fucked.  Ricky
hasn't experienced that yet, and I'm a little unsure how I can best break
him into that."

"Well, I've been working with Eric, also," Bert said, "especially on the
fucking angle.  I'd be glad to get together with you and your son and show
you the best way to break him into the art of fucking.  It's really a good
way to get sperm into the body---just as good as through the mouth.  The
important thing is to get it into a man's body so that he will feel the
power of God pouring into every cell of his body."

>From Bert's remarks, I knew there were indeed people in that church who
had been brainwashed into believing all that shit.

"Well, Bert," I said, "I would certainly appreciate your helping me with
this one."

"Good.  Why don't you and your son come to my house tonight, and I'll help
you instruct your son in learning about fucking."


When Ricky and I arrived, Bert answered the door, standing there completely
naked.  "Oh, please come in.  I want you to meet my wife, Mary."

Mary was sitting with her sewing in her lap.  "It's very nice to meet you,
Mr. Thompson.  I'll leave you and your son with my husband.  I'll just go
in the other room to finish my sewing."

When she left, Bert explained, "She fully understands about our religious
belief and lets us be with it.  Let's go on upstairs to the bedroom where
we can be comfortable."

When we arrived, we found Eric spread out naked on the bed.

Bert said, "Just before you came, Eric and I were practicing.  He filled my
rectum with his blessed sperm, and I now feel energized with the spirit of
God.  Please, both of you, take off your clothes and I'll hang them up."

When Ricky and I had stripped down, Ricky threw himself on the bed next to
Eric and ran his tongue around Eric's wilting penis.

"Hey, Eric," he said with a giggle, "Dad taught me how to suck a penis.
Isn't that great?"

"We might as well get right to it," Bert said, "Now Ricky, lie on you back,
and let's pull your legs all the way up so your thighs are against your
chest.  Now, one must prepare when one is about to put one's penis into
one's anus.  It must be lubricated.  We don't always have lubricants
available, so the best way is to use saliva.  Like this."

Bert lay so his head was close to my son's asshole.  He pushed his face in
between Ricky's ass cheeks and flooded his asshole with saliva.

"Now, it's important for the boy or man who has never been fucked before to
have his asshole relaxed.  The best way is to insert the fingers and gently
massage the sphincter muscle until it relaxes.  We want the asshole to be
receptive, not fight against the insertion of the penis."

I watched as Bert spent several minutes inserting one, then two, and then
three fingers into my son's asshole.  I could see Ricky's pucker clenching
and unclenching.  But it soon relaxed and Bert's fingers easily went in and
out.  He then filled the area with saliva again and got into position.

"I'm going to mount your son, now, Roger.  And I'd like you to watch how I
ease my cock into his hole.  It must never be forced, especially on a
first-timer."

I moved closer and watched as Bert's nine-incher pushed gently on my son's
little pink hole.  He held it there until Ricky's hole seemed to relax and
open up, welcoming Bert's shaft.  The head popped in with only a slight
grimace on Ricky's face.  Then as Ricky smiled broadly, Bert's tool
completely disappeared into his rectum.  Bert slowly began to pump, then
faster and faster.  Sweat dripped from his forehead onto my son's chest.

As Bert let out several guttural groans, he pounded his pelvis hard against
my son's ass.  Bert had the most luscious ass cheeks.  It was all I could
do to keep from going down and running my tongue over them.  Soon, it was
over and Bert pulled out, with thick white cum oozing out of my son's
asshole.

Ricky shouted, "Oh, wow!  Please do it again!"

Bert rolled over onto his back.  "No better orgasm have I ever felt.  My
orgasm is God's thanks for sharing my sperm with this young man, filling
him with God's grace.  It's not possible for me to do it again, but you
need to take your father's sperm now.  It is so important for every young
man to be filled with his father's sperm."

I thought that Ricky had had enough for the moment and said, "Thank you,
Bert, but I think we should wait until we get home to practice it again."

Just then, Eric pushed Ricky's legs up again and plunged his face into my
son's ass.  He slurped up all his father's cum that was dripping out of
Ricky's asshole.


When we returned home, Ricky insisted that I fuck him like Eric's father
did.  So I did.  It was the most erotic and sensuous thing I had ever
done---to fuck my own son.  It was beyond description.  The next night,
Ricky practiced fucking me.  He learned his lesson well from Bert Simmons
and, from the start, was a master at it.

Over the next week until we had to leave for camp, Ricky and I spent many
hours fucking and sucking each other.  We also masturbated together as
often as we could.  He still believed that it was all for the Glory of God.
He believed that God made sex enjoyable so that we would be forced to
worship him in this way.  Of course, I believed we were given a sex drive
and incredible orgasms so that we would procreate and keep the species
alive.


We drove to the campsite with only one small suitcase between us.  There
would be no need for a change of clothes since the required uniform was
only our naked bodies.  We were met at the gate by a beautiful priest who
welcomed us in all his glorious nakedness.

"Welcome, and praise the Lord," he said.  When we gave him our names, he
checked his clipboard and said, "You'll be sleeping in tent Number
fourteen.  The Mess Tent is located at the edge of the camp site.  Three
meals a day will be served.  At three o'clock, everyone is asked to go to
the large shelter over there---the one with the corregated steel
cover---for the opening ceremonies.

The tents, with their sides open to the air, each contained eight bunks.
When we arrived at our tent, we found two of our tent-mates already
praising God by busily ingesting their sons' sperm.

As Ricky stared open-mouthed at them, I said, "I suppose one can never
praise God too often."

At Three o'clock, everyone was assembled at the shelter.  There must have
been close to two hundred men and boys there.  With no chairs, most sat on
the ground.  Father John stood on the platform, with the nine beautiful
priests behind him.  They wore no robes, but stood in all their naked
glory.  My eyes fastened on Father Bruce and his especially gorgeous body.
He stood idly stroking his penis with his eyes scanning the audience.  He
found me and, smiling, pointed his hard cock directly at me.  My own rigid
cock felt as though it was going to explode.

Father John stepped forward, with his long ball sack swinging back and
forth below his torpid tool.  He raised his arms with his palms out toward
the audience.

"Bless all of you, my children.  We are here to celebrate the great wonder
of sperm that God has given us. Let it flow like a heavenly river.  Fill
your bodies with one another's sweet nectar for the glory of God.  I would
like to call your attention to the collection cups located in your tents.
Please be generous.  Our priests will collect them each morning and drink
the lovely fluid to renew their spirits.  I also want to remind you that
Fellowship Camp is a time to enjoy yourselves without the constraints of
our formal ceremonials.  Produce your sperm in any way you wish and ingest
it in any way you wish, all in the name of God.  This is a time for fun and
passion in which all fathers and sons will bond and feel the power of God
in their loins.  You can spend the day in any way you wish.  But starting
tomorrow, we'll have some fun games and competitions for our enjoyment."

When the opening ceremony was over, Father Bruce hurried down to where
Ricky and I were sitting.

"Hi, Roger.  I'm glad you came."

Bruce pushed me over on my back and lay next to me, kissing me wildly.
Ricky sat there, looking rather stunned.

Pushing Bruce's head away slightly, I said, "Father Bruce, this is my son,
Ricky."

Bruce reached over and tweaked one of Ricky's nipples.  "Hot little nipples
for a guy your age."  He leaned over and took the boy's cock in his mouth
briefly.  "Nice.  Have you had this boy's cock up your ass yet, Roger."

"As a matter of fact, I have," I said.

"Well, I'll have it up mine, too, before long."

Bruce got back on top of me and put his hands under my knees and held them
up.  "How about a good fuck, Roger?"

"Right here?  Now?" I said with some alarm in my voice.

"Of course," Bruce said.  "Why not here?  And why not now?"  I turned my
head and looked around.  Many had left the shelter, but it looked as though
half of them were still there, all beginning to engage in some form of
sucking or fucking.

"Come on, man," Bruce said.  He looked over at Ricky.  "For the glory of
God, eh kid?"

"Sure," Ricky said, smiling.

As Bruce mounted me and pressed his hard cock on my hole, I saw Ricky reach
over and run his hand over Bruce's round and firm ass cheeks and into his
crack.  I knew then that Ricky was okay with this, and I pushed my asshole
out, inviting Bruce's gorgeous cock to enter.  When he had the whole length
of it inside of me, he stopped and shuddered a little.  I realized he was
enjoying Ricky's attention, who was now running his tongue over Bruce's
butt cheeks and burying his fingers in his crack.

"Fuck me, little guy." Bruce said.  "Fuck me with those little fingers.
Oooo, that is so hot.  Keep `em there."

Father Bruce started moving in and out, pounding me hard.  I closed my
eyes.  God, how I had longed for Bruce to do this to me.  I opened my eyes
and saw Ricky crouched behind Bruce doing his best to get his face between
the priest's ass cheeks.  Then another man and his son came up to us.  I
could see the man kneel down and grab hold of Ricky's hips.  He pulled them
up to his face and thrust his tongue into Ricky's crack.  Ricky rolled out
of the man's hands and lay on his back next to me.

The man leaned over Ricky and braced himself with his arms.  "I saw you
when you came in.  What's your name?"

"Ricky."

"I'm Carl.  And this is my son, Bobby.  Today's his fourteenth birthday.
You've got a nice little hole, Ricky.  I want to shoot some holy cream up
there."

As I watched, Ricky raised his legs up against his chest, and seemed so
willing.  Carl's cock looked awfully large, and I was afraid he was going
to hurt my son.  But that hard rod slipped easily into my son's anus.
Ricky took hold of Carl's arms and, I could see Ricky bucking his hips up
against Carl's pelvis.

Suddenly, Bobby came over and stood, straddling his legs over my head.  I
looked up and saw his crotch coming down until he was sitting lightly on my
face.  The wonderful smell of his teenage crotch almost overcame me.  He
started jacking his dick and, as he did, he moved his ass a little and
dragged his long delicious ball sack over my face---over my eyes, my nose,
and my lips.  I licked all around his crotch, including his balls and
asshole.

Father Bruce continued to pound his gorged cock into me.  I couldn't see,
but I heard Bobby telling Bruce to suck his cock while he fucked me.  Bruce
was apparently able to get Bobby's cock in his mouth, and I could hear the
mad slurping as he sucked it.

I could also hear Ricky moaning and murmuring "Fuck me.  Fuck me harder,
mister."  My God, I was so hot.  I could feel Bruce's hard cock rubbing
violently against my prostate.  I squeezed my hand under Bruce's hairy
belly and felt my penis.  It was like a rock and throbbing.  I could feel
the beginnings of an orgasm.

Carl, who was fucking my son began to growl like an animal.  Bruce was now
pounding my ass harder and harder, and faster and faster.  Bobby's ball
sack was beginning to shrink, with his balls pulling up into his body.  He
was pressing down harder on my face and my tongue slipped easily into his
asshole.  Just then, I could feel both his asshole and the base of his
penis begin to throb.  Bobby was coming and shooting his blessed sperm into
Bruce's mouth.

At that moment, Bruce's cock throbbed violently inside of me and I felt his
warm fluid shooting like a knife into me.  I heard Ricky still calling,
"Fuck me," and then came a load roar from Carl as he sent his creamy white
cum into my son's rectum.

My orgasm took hold of me like a power wrench, and my cock felt as though
it was going to explode as my cum surged up my shaft and sprayed out onto
my Chest and neck.

Bobby slowly lifted his ass off my face.  Then I felt a splattering of
something on my cheeks and mouth.  Looking up, I saw standing above me two
men and two boys jacking off and showering their sperm down upon my face,
my raised legs and all over Bruce's back.

Was I still on this earth, I asked myself.  Or have I been somehow
transported to Heaven.  Carl had gotten off of my son, and I saw that Ricky
had started to lick up the great quantities of cum that covered me.  I took
hold of his head and kissed him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth.  The
cum in his mouth poured into mine, and we kissed each other wildly.

Bruce rolled off me and sat next to me, still out of breath.  "You're a
great mother-fucker, Roger."  Running his hands over Ricky's legs and up
into his crotch, he said, "And I'm gonna get my cock up your fucking little
ass too pretty soon.

Bruce stood up and said, "I see Barry Cramer over there with his son.  I
promised him a crack at my ass.  I can use a hot cock up my ass right now.
And his son's a certified cocksucker of the first rank.  See ya."

Carl and his son Bobby stayed and helped me to my feet.

"Wow," I said.  "I wish I had something to wipe all this cum off me.  Where
are the showers."

"They're over there, Roger.  I'll walk with you," Carl said.  "I haven't
seen you around.  Are you new to the church?"

"Yes, I've been confirmed, but Ricky hasn't been yet.  This is our first
time at one of these Fellowship things."

"Bobby and I have been coming here to camp for the past four years.  We
wouldn't miss it.  By the way, your son Ricky's a hot fuck, do you know
that?"

"Yes, I do," I said, putting my arm around Ricky's shoulder.  "It didn't
take him long to learn."

Carl turned to Ricky.  "How would you like to put that cock of yours up my
ass or Bobby's ass?"

"Sure!" Ricky said.

The showers were full.  There were twelve shower heads, but there were
three times as many men and boys in there, most engaged in mini-orgies on
the floor with the water pouring over them.

I said, "I think we'll wait until later.  Come on, Ricky."

We stood at the door watching Carl and his son enter the shower and rather
disappear into the tangle of bodies.

When we walked into our tent, we found two young boys standing over their
father and jacking off.  As we watched, they both shot their loads onto his
face.  He licked his lips furiously trying to get as much in his mouth as
possible.  He turned to me and smiled.

"I love these facials," he said.  "We're practicing for the competition
tomorrow.  The boys have to shoot it directly into their father's mouth
without getting any on the face.  The boy who does the best gets the prize.
Over the past several years, my boys won the prize only once."

"And what was the prize," I asked.

"Getting fucked by the Bishop when he comes here in the second week.  He's
got a cock on him like a horse.  The boys love it.  They say, compared to
him, getting fucked by me is like getting fucked by a wet noodle."

After going over to our own bunks across the aisle, Ricky said, "I saw
Bobby sitting on your face while you were getting fucked.  That looked so
hot."

"You think you'd like me to sit on your face?" I asked.

"No what I'd really like is for me to sit on your face and feel your tongue
up my butt."

I lay down flat on my bunk and said, "Okay Ricky, come on."  I felt my cock
hardening with the thought that I was going to have my face buried in my
son's crotch.  He stood over me and lowered himself down.  His crotch was
smelly and rank with sweat and Carl's cum still oozing out of his asshole.
The taste of it made me so horny.  I tried to clean out my son's asshole,
but it kept dripping Carl's warm cream.  I ran my tongue over every inch of
his crotch and sucked on his ball sack.  Ricky started jacking off as I
licked and sucked on his asshole.

Ricky said, "You and Father Bruce and Carl and Bobby all shot your loads
back in the shelter.  Now it's my turn.  Feeling your tongue up my ass,
Dad, is going to make me cum real fast.  Then I'm going to turn around and
shoot it at your face.  Maybe if I can get it all in your mouth, I can do
the same tomorrow and I'll win the prize."

The man across the aisle, still with his face covered with thick cum, sat
up and stared at us.  After a few minutes with my face in Ricky's ass, he
pulled away from my face and stood up.  With a wild orgasmic squeal, he
shot his load down on my face.  But not a drop went into my mouth.

Disappointed, Ricky collapsed on my body and licked every drop off my face.

I held his head and kissed him, tasting his cum on his lips.  "Well, son,
tomorrow's another day."

Soon, several other tent-mates with their sons came in and got busy loving
one another's bodies in ways I'd never seen before.  But Ricky and I were
worn out from the sex we'd had so far on the first day and fell sound
asleep in each others arms.


Note: Although I will answer all the responses I've received on Chapter 2,
I want to give here an overall thank-you for the surprising number of
e-mails I've received.  As before, I've received several e-mails from
Catholic priests, but this time not a single accusation of blasphemy has
yet to come through.  On the other hand, I received two responses from
non-clergy who were aghast that a priest would be reading this stuff.  I
understand there are many reasons why a man chooses to go into the
priesthood.  Aside from their devoutness, some make the choice partly to
give legitimacy to the fact they are not married and to avoid speculation
by family and others that they are homosexual.  But the fact remains that,
no matter how devote a homosexual priest is, and for whatever reason he
joined the priesthood, he can never renounce completely his homosexual
longings.  Reading stories on the Nifty Archive and other sites and looking
at pornographic pictures on the internet, as well as frequent masturbation,
are ways for the otherwise celibate priest to relieve his natural sexual
tensions.  This is the tenor of the remarks I receive from most priests.

A fourth chapter will be forthcoming.  In the meantime, please write if you
liked the story, or even if you didn't.  I'm gratified by your responses.

Tom Borden
tombor99@yahoo.com