Date: Thu, 20 Sep 2007 19:39:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "The Church of the Holy Seed"  Chapter 7

I had intended to write the following chapter much sooner than this.  But
real-life obligations and responsibilities trumped my ability to do so.  An
unusual number of e-mails from readers of this story encouraged me to get
with it and stop wasting time.  So here it is, Chapter 7.


Church of the Holy Seed

Chapter 7

Now that Father Timothy had dropped his priestly charade, I saw him in a
completely different light.  I became totally overcome with desire for him.
He was a sweet, dear young man, who seemed so confused and so tortured by
his unrelenting cravings for love.  My desire for him was completely apart
from the deep love I had and will always have for my son Ricky.

We pulled into the parking lot of a Ramada Inn.  My body was literally
shaking with desire for Tim.  Before leaving the car, we watched a crowd of
well-dressed people entering the motel.  Among them was a young woman in a
bridal gown and a man in a tuxedo.

At the desk, Tim took the initiative and asked for a room.  He told the
clerk that the Church of the Holy Seed should be charged.

I asked the clerk, "What's going on with all the people here today?"

"It's a wedding reception.  The couple was just married at the Catholic
Church in the next block."

She looked over the counter and said, "Do you have luggage?"

"Yes," I said.  "It's in the car.  We'll get it later."

"Are you sure you want only one room?" she asked.  "There are three of you
and it has only one king-sized bed."

"That's okay," I said.  "We just needed a room for a business meeting."

As we turned to go, a young Catholic priest stepped up to us.  "Excuse me,
gentlemen.  I'm Father Jurkins.  I officiated at that couple's marriage
ceremony and am just here to attend their reception.  I couldn't help but
overhear one of you mention The Church of the Holy Seed.  Are you connected
in some way with that establishment?"

I nodded.  "Yes, we are, Father."

"Then you know what goes on in that place."

"Yes, we do."

"I must tell you that so-called church has a disgraceful reputation.
Masturbating on the altar is nothing short of blasphemy."

"Do you find something sinful about masturbating, Father Jurkins?" I asked.

"That's not the point."

"Do you masturbate, Father Jurkins?"

"Well . . . I . . ."

"We don't masturbate just for the orgasms, Father.  It's the sperm we
worship.  The holy substance of life."  I knew better than this, but wanted
to see how far I could go in justifying the church's existence to this
priest.  "Surely you agree there is something very sacred about the ability
that God has given us to produce sperm."

"Of course," Father Jurkins said.  "It's a wonderful thing.  But . . . ."

"Perhaps you've never fully experienced the joy that this beautiful cream
can bring a man.  It's not only the orgasm, which is also given to us by
God, but it is the taste and feel of it as it is ingested into our bodies.
Perhaps you've never felt the Grace of God sweeping through you as it
enters your body."

"Well . . . no."

"I swear, Father, you would never be the same once you tried it.  You are a
devout Catholic, are you not?

"Of course."

Since you believe in the Grace of God, wouldn't you like to feel his
presence in your body like you've never felt it before?"

Father Jurkins stood almost paralyzed, with his large brown eyes locked on
mine, and a look of sheer excitement sweeping across his face.

I went on.  "You've always craved total communion with God, far greater
than any human being has ever experienced.  Right?"

"Yes."  Father Jurkins continued to bore his eyes into mine.  His lips
trembled and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

I reached out and took his hand in both of mine.  "Please come with us.  We
will show you a religious experience like no other you have ever dreamed
of."

Father Jurkins seemed as though he were in a trance as we led him into our
room.

I stood with him in the middle of the room.  Ricky and Tim sat on the edge
of the bed, almost unbelieving that they were looking at a bona fine
Catholic priest.

"Now Father," I said, "God brings us into this world with nothing on our
bodies.  To become one with God, we must once again stand before him in all
our nakedness."

As I began removing my clothes, Ricky and Tim realized they should do the
same.

"Go ahead, Father.  Remove your earthly garments and bare yourself before
God."

Still looking as though he were in a trance, Father Jurkins slowly removed
all his priestly garments and let them drop to the floor.  The sight of
this naked priest and his overwhelmingly perfect physique produced stiff
hard-ons on all of us.  Father Jurkins' penis, however, remained
semi-flacid.  I took it in my hand and raised my eyes to the ceiling as
though I was praying.

"Oh, merciful God," I intoned, "harden this beautiful penis so that your
son may produce the fluid of life in your most holy name."

Jurkins' penis quickly expanded to its full length in my hand.  My God.
What a beauty.  What length.  I easily put both my hands around it.

"Now Father," I said, "can you deny it was the spirit of God that gave such
rigidity to your beautiful penis?  Are you ready to receive the holy sperm
from me?  My sperm has been consecrated by God, and as it flows into your
belly, you will feel the warmth of God's love surging through your veins."

"Yes, yes.  I'm ready!"

"Kneel down, Father.  On your knees.  Open your mouth so you may receive."

I took hold of my raging cock and slowly pushed it into his mouth.  "Run
your lips over the full length of it, Father.  Caress the sacred head of my
penis with your tongue."

The priest did as I instructed.  His lips were tight against my shaft and
his tongue slashed at the head of it.  I held his head and pumped my hips
as he sucked.  He held on to my ass cheeks with both hands and pulled my
hips toward him.

The sight of my fucking the priest's mouth sent Ricky and Tim into a
frenzy.  They were spread out on the bed, with Ricky sucking Tim's cock
like mad.  Watching my son with a large cock in his mouth and having my
cock in a Catholic priest's mouth began to send me over the edge.  I felt
my orgasm building.

I shouted, "My holy sperm is going to enter your body now, Father.  Swallow
all my blessed fluid and feel God's love."

Jurkins then took the full length of my hard penis into his mouth, and I
could feel it throbbing on the back of his throat as my sperm surged into
it.  When my orgasm subsided, he continued stroking my penis with his lips.
Soon, he pulled off and fell backwards onto his back.

He raised his arms up and shouted, "Praise God!  I feel your love!"

I lay down next to him and kissed his handsome face.  When my lips found
his, we kissed deeply and passionately.  I could taste my sperm on his
tongue.

I sat up and looked down at him, caressing the sensuous curves of his
mildly muscular body with my fingers.

"Now, to make the communion with God complete, you must also have your
bowels filled with holy sperm.  I want my son Ricky and Father Tim to show
you how we can do that."

Tim lay on his back with his thighs pressed against his chest.  Ricky
plunged his face into Tim's ass crack and filled it with saliva.  He then
mounted him and pushed his cock into Tim's asshole.

"You see, Father," I said, "to have the communion complete, the holy sperm
must enter the body from both ends.  You see how my son pushes his penis in
and out, just as my penis went in and out of your mouth."

Father Jurkins watched with wide eyes and open mouth.  Still lying on the
floor, it seemed almost instinctive that he reached for his own nipples and
squeezed and twisted them.  As he watched Ricky and Tim fucking, Father
Jurkins began to writhe on the floor as though he were possessed.

"Oh, merciful God," Jurkins moaned.  "I must have sperm injected into my
bowels."  He stared at the ceiling and cried out.  "I see you, Jesus, my
sweet Jesus.  I want your sperm in me, Jesus.  I want to feel your love
warm inside of me."

Just then, Ricky let out a yelp as his sperm poured into Father Tim's
asshole.

I leaned over and helped Father Jurkins to his feet.  "Now it's time for
you to take Jesus's holy sperm inside of your body.  It will come from
Jesus through Father Timothy.  The sperm that Father Timothy will produce
will come directly from Jesus."

As Ricky got a small bottle of hotel hand lotion from the bathroom, I laid
Father Jurkins out flat on his back on the bed.  Now father, we're going to
prepare you for the ceremony.  Ricky, would you please apply the holy cream
to Father Jurkin's asshole?  And Father Timothy, please assume the
ceremonial position on the bed as I raise the Father's legs to the proper
position."

As Tim scooted up to where the head of his penis lay between Father
Jurkin's ass cheeks, I looked down at the Father and said, "Now Father, as
you feel Father Tim's holy penis entering your body, you will feel another
necessary part of the ceremony---my holy tongue stimulating your nipples.
Also, my son Ricky will gently massage the full length of your penis with
his tongue.  Are you ready to begin?"

"Yes, yes, Jurkin yelled.  "Fill me up with Jesus's sperm."

As Tim pushed his hard cock into Jurkin's greased up asshole, I began
nibbling on his nipples, and Ricky took Jurkin's raging hard cock in his
mouth.  We all worked furiously on the Father's body, as Jurkin called out
for the holy grace of God and Jesus to enter his body.  His large nipples
were as hard as pebbles.  As Tim pounded away on his ass, I could tell he
was coming close to orgasm.  As Tim roared with pleasure and shot his hot
creamy load into the Fathers asshole, I saw the Father's own sperm bubbling
out of Ricky's mouth.  Tears began rolling out of Jurkin's eyes and down
his cheeks.  I was so turned on by it all that I pulled off of the nipples
and licked the salty tears off his face and then plunged my tongue into
this beautiful man's mouth.  We slashed each other's tongues violently.
Just then, Ricky turned his head and sucked my own penis into his mouth,
which I instantly filled with my own load of hot spunk.

Tim collapsed onto Father Jurkin's stomach.  We all lay there in a crumpled
heap, totally exhausted.  Finally, I spoke.

"Do you now feel the Lord's presence in your body, Father Jurkin?"

He ran his tongue lightly over my lips.  "Oh yes.  Oh yes.  I must venture
out among the flock and allow them to partake of my holy sperm.  It will be
my most holy calling."

I finally sat up and looked down at the Father, who now looked like nothing
but a fucked out, bedraggled whore.  "Father, it would be best that you not
preach the word to your own congregation.  They have not felt the hand of
God as you have.  They wouldn't understand.  I think your work and your
love of God would best be served now in the Church of the Holy Seed.  It
would be our honor to ordain you as a priest in our Church."

Father Jurkin smiled and nodded his head.  "Oh yes.  That would be best.
When can I meet his holiness, the Bishop of your church?"

"I believe he'll be at our services next Sunday.  Father Timothy and I will
be most happy to introduce you to him.  He'll be delighted that a Catholic
priest will be coming to us.

Father Jurkin rose from the bed and got back into his clothes.  "I think it
best today that I rejoin the wedding party.  You know, for appearances
sake.  Tomorrow, I'll send a letter to my own Bishop telling him of my
resignation from the Catholic Church."

I gave him my card and told him to call me.

After he left and shut the door behind him, I looked at Tim lying spread
eagle on the bed.  To see him fucking the Catholic priest sent surges of
excitement through me.  Such a beautiful young man, Tim.  I wanted him so
badly.

Tim turned his head toward me.  "Well, Roger, I've come to terms with
myself, and I'm leaving that fucking church, and I'll probably be replaced
by a Catholic priest.  I'll have to hand it to you, Roger.  You really
duped that poor pathetic man.  I won't be a Holy Seed priest anymore, but
I'll stay a member of the church for the fucking sex it offers, and maybe
for a chance to find some love in my life.  But this priest has no idea
he's been conned into joining a fraud.  Nothing but a fucking scam.

"Do you think I did the wrong thing, Tim?" I asked.

"No.  He's as weak and pitiful as I was when I thought Father John and his
shit was on the up and up.  I really don't give a damn about him, but I do
sort of hope he'll come to his senses eventually."

I lay down next to Tim and ran my fingers over his handsome face.  I kissed
him gently on the lips.

"I'm glad you've finally come to your own senses and realized what that
church is all about.  I learned quite early myself what that place was.
But I see no reason to stop taking advantage of Father John's pretense for
my own sexual gratification.  And Ricky feels the same way, don't you
Ricky?"

Ricky was now sitting in a chair, slowly stroking his hard penis.  He
smiled and nodded in agreement.

With my lips still teasing his, I ran my hand down over Tim's chest and
stomach and then fondled his cock and balls.

I think I love you, Tim.  And I'd like to have you come live with Ricky and
me.  My wife won't care.  She long ago gave up caring what Ricky and I do.
I know you'll have no income and no place to go.  We'll be your family.
Don't say no, Tim.  That won't be the right answer."

Tim threw his arms around me and tears poured from his eyes, soaking both
of our faces.  Ricky rose from his chair and came over to us.  He also had
tears in his eyes, and lay down on the other side of Tim.  We all cried
together.  We were really so happy that the three of us were now going to
stay together.


The next Sunday service was the confirmation of the twelve to fourteen year
olds, as well as the confirmation of new adult members.  Since there were
so few scheduled for confirmation in each of these groups, they were lumped
together into one service.

Father Jurkin had moved out of his church-owned quarters and now lived in a
rooming house not far from the Church of the Holy Seed.  Several days
before the service, he called me and told me about his confrontation with
the Catholic Bishop.  He'd personally called on the Bishop.

The Bishop stood and put his arm around Jurkin's shoulders and told him to
have a seat.  When Jurkin announced he was leaving the church, the Bishop
smiled and sat down in a chair next to him.

"Have you thought about this very carefully?" the Bishop asked.  "You know,
Hector, you've always been one of my favorite priests in this diocese.  I
would very much hate to lose you.  Have you been unhappy?"

"I've merely had a crisis of conscience," Jurkin said.  "I've found my own
way to attain eternal favor with our Lord."

"And how, pray, did you do that?"

"I've found a church that has answered my needs more surely than the
Catholic church has done."

"And, pray, what church is that?"

"It's the church of the Holy Seed."

The Bishop was speechless, as though he was struck dumb by the Lord
himself.  "Are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious."

"Are you truly familiar with the tenets of that institution?"

"Absolutely."

The Bishop smiled.  "You do know, don't you, that they worship sperm?  That
they have sex on the altar?  That they induct young boys and masturbate on
the altar?"

"Yes, I know that."

"And you believe their form of worship is the right thing to do?"

"Yes."

The Bishop put his hand on Jurkin's arm.  "Well, don't get me wrong.  I'm
not entirely opposed to such a thing.  And if you truly believe in that
kind of worship, you should pursue it.  Tell me, even though the Catholic
church is against masturbation, I presume you have yourself jerk . . . I
mean masturbated?"

"Yes I have.  Have you?"

"Well," the Bishop said, "We're all men, and I have probably done it a few
times."

"Well, then."

The Bishop turned in his chair to more directly face Jurkin.  "I've heard
about that church's father and son camping outings.  And more than
masturbation goes on there.  Are you interested in that kind of thing.  I
mean like . . . you know . . . orally . . . ."

"You mean sucking cock, don't you?"

"Well, I wouldn't put it quite so crudely."

"Sure I'm interested," Jurkin said.

The Bishop moved his hand up higher on Jurkin's arm.  "I've often wondered
. . . well I haven't often wondered . . . what that entails.  What it's
like?"

Jurkin turned and put his hand on the Bishop's upper thigh.  "You'd like to
find out, wouldn't you?"

"Well, I wouldn't say . . . ."

Jurkin moved his hand up higher and pressed on the Bishop's crotch.
"There's no reason, Bishop, that you shouldn't know what the Church of the
Holy Seed is all about."

Jurkin could feel the bulge in the Bishop's crotch growing.  He got up and
turned the lock on the office door.  He knelt down in front of the Bishop
and slowly unzipped his black trousers.  The Bishop made no move to object.
Jurkin undid the belt and started to pull the Bishop's pants down.  Saying
nothing, the Bishop rose slightly from his seat to allow his pants and
underpants to fall around his ankles.

Jurkin tucked his hand under the man's balls and bounced them up and down
gently.  "Now these testicles contain God's holiest nectar.  It is the
fluid of life, the most sacred thing God has ever created."

He slowly wrapped his lips around the Bishops hard cock and began to suck.
The Bishop closed his eyes and had difficulty stifling his moans of
pleasure.

When he began humping his hips up against Jurkin's face, Jurkin pulled off
and said.  "I can tell you're pretty experienced at this."

The Bishop said nothing, other than the gurgling squeals coming from his
throat.  He soon began stiffening up and, with his face contorting, he
blurted out, "Oh, suck that mother-fucker!"

He blasted a load into Jurkin's mouth with powerful surges that never
seemed to end.  When it was over, the Bishop sat slumped almost off his
chair, with sweat pouring from his brow.

"Well, Bishop," Jurkin said, "Now you know what I'm talking about.  I'm
sure you now feel the love and grace of God more than you ever had in your
life."

The Bishop straightened up and spoke as though nothing had happened.  "Yes,
that was very interesting.  I wish you all good luck in your new position
with that . . . other church.  And please, if you ever wish to visit me
again . . . uh . . . I mean . . . I'll be pleased to receive you."

There had been rumors that the Bishop of the local Diocese had had his way
with several young altar boys, as well as the sons of a few wealthy
parishioners.  And when Father Jurkin told me about their visit, I knew it
was true.

My wife seemed not to notice when Ricky and I moved Timothy into our house.
We gave him the spare bedroom next to Ricky's.  I had not, for some time,
been sleeping with my wife, and I occupied the room on the other side of
Ricky's.  At dinner that evening, I introduced Tim to my wife and told her
about his leaving the Catholic Church and joining the Holy Seed.

She said, "I don't know anything about any of those churches, so it doesn't
matter to me."

I was glad that Tim would now know that anything we did together in the
house would go virtually unnoticed by my wife.  She was in some kind of a
nothing world of her own, and I was happy to keep her that way.

That afternoon, Ricky and I took Tim to the church where he would announce
to Father John that he was leaving the priesthood.  When we arrived, the
young man at the front desk informed us that Father John was in a
counseling session with a young boy and his father, and couldn't be
disturbed.

Father John had heard us talking and opened his door.  "Oh Roger, and you
Father Timothy.  I'm glad you came.  I'm having a rather difficult time in
there.  It's a new member of the church and his son.  I've been trying to
instruct the man as to the kind of training he must give his son before he
can be confirmed in our church.  He doesn't seem to get it.  Would you mind
coming in and helping me?"

When we walked in, we found both the father and his son sitting naked on a
long couch.

Father John said, "Mr. Fleming here and his son, Cory, are both extremely
inexperienced and unaware of our requirements.  I've tried to explain to
them that the boy must be taught how to jack . . . I mean, masturbate.  He
must also be taught how to receive his father's sperm through both his
mouth and his ass . . . I mean, his anus.  And, also, Mr. Fleming needs to
learn how to take his son's sperm the same way.  Would you and Ricky here
be so kind as to demonstrate the technique that is required?"

"I'm surprised you couldn't do that yourself, Father John," I said.

Father John leaned toward me and said quietly, "I'd just finished a
counseling session when these two came in.  I'm not able to get my cock
. . . I mean, my penis hard so soon.  Besides watching you do it, Roger, is
so . . . you know . . . exhilarating."

Ricky and I looked at each other.  I said, "Well, we might as well give you
the whole lesson from beginning to end."

Ricky and I stripped down and went over to a long couch near the father and
his son.  We first sucked each other in 69 position.  Then, just before we
shot our loads, we pulled out.  Ricky threw his legs in the air, and I
fucked him.  This time, I came inside of him.  Then Ricky fucked me and
came inside of me.

Mr. Fleming and his son sat staring at us with wide eyes.  Each of their
cocks were hard, with pre-cum dripping from them.

"Now, Mr. Fleming," I said, "lean over and take your son's penis in your
mouth.  Lick up the clear semen and take his whole length.  Masturbate his
penis with your lips as I did.  And while you do it, use your hands to
pinch his little nipples and fondle his balls.  When he shoots his sperm
into your mouth, swallow it.  I guarantee you'll feel the grace of God
spreading through you."

Mr. Fleming did as he was told, and I could see the look of pleasure
spreading across Cory's face as his orgasm took hold of him.

"Wasn't that a wonderful feeling, Cory?" I asked.  "It was a feeling given
to you by God in return for your sharing your sacred sperm with your
father.  Was that your first time?"

Cory nodded his head and immediately fell upon his father's penis and took
as much of what appeared to be seven inches into his mouth as he could.  It
took only a few minute before his father shot his load into his son's
mouth.  Not a drop was wasted.  It all went into Cory's stomach.

Father John said, "I know, Mr. Fleming, that you as an adult already know
how to jerk off.  I sorry, to masturbate.  You must teach your son how to
cum with his hand.  Further instruction, though, must be given as to how to
inject your sperm into each of your assholes.  That will take practice at
home.  We won't ask you to do it here.  But you must be prepared to do it
during the confirmation ceremony.

Until now, Father Timothy had been seated off to the side with his pants
down around his ankles and slowly stroking his cock.  He stood up.

"I think they should see how it's done, Father John," Tim said.  "As a
priest of this church, please permit me to demonstrate on Ricky here."

"As you please," Father John said.  I noticed Father John's bulge becoming
larger.

Both Tim and Ricky stripped down completely, both with their humongous
hard-ons jutting out in front of them.  Ricky lay on the soft carpet with
his legs up.  Tim moved close and mounted him.  Tim motioned for
Mr. Fleming and his son to come close so they could observe his penis
entering Ricky's asshole.

They sat on the floor, transfixed as they observed the technique of
entering, as well as each thrust of his penis.  In almost a matter of
seconds, Tim let out a roar and poured his cum into Ricky's hole.  By that
time, Father John had hardened up and was overcome by the sight of Ricky's
asshole.  He pushed Timothy off and fell upon Ricky's ass where he sucked
out as much of Timothy's cum as he could.  Father and son were so aroused
by this, they, too, fought Father John for a taste of the oozing sperm.

The scene became so frantic, I had to do my best to break it up.  When it
was all over, and everyone had calmed down, Timothy put his clothes back on
and looked at Father John.

"This was my last act as a priest of your church, Father John.  As of this
moment, I am giving up the priesthood and will attend the church as only a
common parishioner."

As Father John stood silently in a state of shock, Ricky and I walked out
with Timothy, followed my Fleming and is son.  Outside, I couldn't resist
persisting with the sham and spoke to the two new members.

"You'll find the confirmation a beautiful ceremony.  But both you and your
son will first need to become expert at fucking each other.  You know,
sending your holy sperm into each of your bodies.  And you'll also need to
get used to the idea that the various priests will also send their holy
sperm into your bodies, both through your mouths and up your bung-holes, to
use the vernacular.  You'll only have til next Sunday to get prepared.  So,
good luck!"

When Ricky, Tim, and I returned home, we found Father Jurkin waiting for
us.

"Oh, Father Jurkin," I said.  "It's nice to see you.  You and I will need
to go pay a visit to Holy Seed's Bishop next Sunday."  I put my arms around
him and hugged him.  As I did so, I slipped my hand down the back of his
pants and ran my fingers through his warm moist ass crack.

"Yes," Jurkin said.  "And I'm very nervous.  I'd like to talk with you
first about what might be expected of me."

"Why sure," I said.  "Come on upstairs, and Ricky and Tim and I will show
you exactly what will be expected of you."

When we turned to go up, my wife came in and said, "While you were out, I
got a call from someone referring to himself as Deputy Rivers.  He said to
call him.  It was urgent."

As we walked up the stairs, I smiled to myself.  Wow, I thought, life is
good.  How can I beat this?  Fucking and sucking on Ricky, Tim, and Father
Jurkin.  And now, hopefully, a delicious encore with that hot, hot Deputy
Rivers!


Many thanks to all who have written me about this story, including the two
horny Catholic priests from England.  You know who you are.  I'll respond
with appreciation to all readers' comments.

For those interested, my other stories may be found under the name Tom
Borden in the "Prolific Authors" section of the Nifty Archive.

Tom Borden
tombor99@yahoo.com