Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2013 14:16:43 -0400
From: Randy Boyd <randyboyd1@outlook.com>
Subject: Father Jack - Part IV (Paolo & the Bishop)

FATHER JACK – Part IV

PAOLO AND THE BISHOP

This is a work of fiction.  It is only a fantasy.... but as a fantasy it's
kind of hot.


The problem of Gianni's secret explorations (as related to me by Paolo)
continued to vex me; every time I found some time to consider how to
approach the boy, I was confronted by more distractions.

Finally this morning I found some time, and I called my seminarian Jacob
into my office.

"Ah, Jacob," I began.  "It's come to my attention that one of the new boys,
Gianni, is having a little trouble fitting in.  What's your impression?"

At 22, Jacob looked every bit the young Irishman.  Tall and lean, with
reddish-blond hair cut short against his angular face, pale skin that
nevertheless radiated health and vitality.  He was a serious student, and
the boys looked up to him.  He was always on the lookout for secret Onanism
among our charges, and – as he was well aware of my prohibitions on that
kind of behavior – he kept me informed.  Although I suspected Jacob
himself must often indulge in some kind of sexual release, I've never
broached the topic with him...  up to this point our relationship could
best be described as "professional."

"Well," Jacob offered, "he is a little shy..."

"And?"

"I don't know... I just feel that Gianni is somehow... hiding something.
His shyness may in fact be secretiveness.  But I don't know what he could
be hiding; his parents have made huge sacrifices to send him here and on
the surface he seems like a good Catholic boy."

"All right.  Well, I'd like to spend a little time talking with the lad,
getting to know him a bit to see if I might be able to help him with his
transition – boys his age can sometimes feel isolated, as if their
problems are unique... it's our job as his mentors to let him know he's not
alone."

"Yes, Father."

"Can I ask you to send him to see me here once his classes are over this
afternoon?"

"Certainly, Father."

"Thank you."  With that settled, Jacob left, and I turned my thoughts
toward Gianni.  Just fourteen and with his voice barely changed, the boy
has already developed a habit for pumping his dork on a regular basis.  At
least that's the report from Paolo, whose bed is next to his.  I have
nothing against boys masturbating, you understand; I simply prefer that
they do it in my office, where I can watch.  That moment of orgasm, so
intimate and strangely innocent, primal... and now Gianni...

We took Gianni in after his parents begged us to.  Seeing their other
children go to work at an early age to help support the family made them
tender-hearted toward their youngest; they wanted to spare him the grueling
labor in the garment factories and coal trucks that their other kids had
faced.  Despite a desperate need for money, they decided to send Gianni
here for an education and the hope for a better life, Praise God.

Lost in my reverie, I was startled by an insistent knock on my office door.
"Come in," I said.

To my surprise, Jacob entered, a look on his face somewhere south of
excitement but north of anxiety.  "Father," he whispered.  "It's the
Bishop.  Bishop Ryan.  He's here to see you."

Bishop Ryan?  This was certainly unexpected.  He and I had only met once,
whenI was interviewed for this position... I wonder what he could want?
Should I be nervous?  Will he be gone before my appointment with Gianni?

My face impassive, I replied "Of course, Jacob.  Send His Grace in."

Bishop Ryan entered, his arms outstretched to invite our embrace.

"Your Grace, welcome," I said.

"Father Jack, it is good to see you.  I thank you for seeing me
unannounced..."

The Bishop was in his late fifties, tall and solidly built, but with the
added weight that comes from a comfortable lifestyle.  A highly educated
man, he was known to be wiley and shrewd in his dealings with underlings,
but on the surface he was jovial and charismatic.  I would have to watch my
step, to be sure.

"I've heard great things about your first months here at St.  Mark's,
Father.  I thought I'd drop by just to see how you're getting on and to see
if you need anything from me."

"I'm honored, Bishop Ryan.  My work here has been going well... the boys
require a lot of personal attention and they seem to be responding to my
taking an interest in them."

"I'm intrigued... I wonder if you can tell me more about your approach."

"Of course.  Well, some of the boys are--" At that moment, another knock
came to the door.  "Excuse me," I said as I made to get up to answer it.
But the Bishop was closer to the door, and he got there first.

It was Paolo.

"And who might you be, my son?" asked Bishop Ryan.

"Paolo, Father," he answered quietly.

"Paolo, this is Bishop Ryan," I interjected hurriedly.  "Can you come back
to see me later?"

"Nonsense, nonsense!" the Bishop countered.  "Come in, Paolo, come in.
Here I've come to see your Father Jack at work, and now God has sent you to
help demonstrate the effectiveness of his teachings.  Now, suppose you tell
the Father and me just how we can help you."

I held my breath as Paolo and I locked eyes.  He searched mine for some
indication of how he should proceed, but my face was a mask of stone.  I
decided to take a chance.

"Paolo," I asked.  "Shouldn't you be in class?"

"Yes, Father, but I told Jacob I wasn't feeling well.  I wanted to
come...talk with you."

"So, did you lie to Jacob then?"  asked the Bishop.  "It must be very
serious if you're willing to risk such a sin just to talk with Father
Jack... why don't you pretend I'm not here, and talk with Father Jack as
you normally would?"

I wondered what Paolo would do – everything depended on him.

"OK... well... Father Jack, I'm still concerned about Gianni...  and I want
to prostrate myself again and ask God to accept my seed so Gianni can be
saved."

I was stunned into silence, but after all, I'd convinced Paolo that our
sessions were in the service of God... so why should he hide them from
Bishop Ryan?  The Bishop brought his thumb and forefinger together to pinch
his lower lip as he considered what Paolo had said.

"This is very brave of you my son," he finally said.  "It sounds like
Father Jack has shown you how to prostrate yourself before God – a very
powerful action.  Why don't you demonstrate for me what Father Jack has
taught you?"

"Paolo, you don't have to--" I started, but Bishop Ryan put out a hand to
stop me from finishing.

"Father, it's time I learned more about your methods here.  Proceed,
Paolo."

I nodded at Paolo, who peeled off his shirt and pants, then his underwear,
and stood naked in front of me and the wide-eyed Bishop.  Bishop Ryan
motioned for me to take a seat and remain quiet; he did the same.

Within moments Paolo was lying face down on the carpet, spread-eagled,
slowly gyrating his hips against the soft silken fibers, and I knew that he
was probably fully hard already.  Despite myself, I was hard, too.

The thing is, I never expected it to get this far.  I envisioned an
outraged Bishop demanding my resignation and storming out... but here he
was sitting calmly in my office while a young teen humped the rug in front
of him...in front of us.  And as I looked, his eyes seemed to darken and
glaze over – was that lust I saw?  It was!  He was drinking in the sight
of this boy, his taut butt pumping up and down, the light sheen of sweat
forming on the smooth brown skin of his back, his tender balls visible each
time he raised his hips off the carpet.

No doubt about it, the Bishop liked what he saw.

At that moment, his eyes met mine... and I could see barest hint of a smirk
curl his lips.

"Enough, Paolo," said Bishop Ryan.  "Turn over."  Paolo did as instructed,
exposing his hard flesh pole to the Bishop's hungry gaze.  "Now, if Father
Jack follows traditional church practice, I expect that he would normally
gather your seed in his mouth.  Is that correct, my son?"

"Y-yes, Bishop."

"I see.  Well, Father, I suggest you proceed with the ritual... the boy has
gone this far and it seems a shame to skip this important step.  But" –
and here he addressed Paolo again – "do not release your seed, my son,
until instructed by me."

His Grace stared at me until I rose from my seat and approached the boy,
dropping to my knees beside him.

"Take the boy into your mouth, Father, and let us both expose our cocks to
the eyes of God.  Erections please him when stimulated in his holy name."

He was good!  Not only was he tolerating my methods, he was participating
and improving on them!  I wasted no time pulling my trousers down to my
thighs, letting my stiff tool, slick with sweat and precum, bounce free.
The Bishop nodded and smiled appreciatively as he exposed his own dick,
which was shorter than mine but very thick – and rigid as a railroad
spike.

I bent over and let my tongue play over Paolo's shining member, spreading
his legs wider with my hands so I could get better access to his tasty
drooping balls, laden as they were with days of creamy boy jizz.  I took
the whole shaft down my throat and began bobbing up and down, while he
whimpered in pleasure.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Bishop Ryan stand and cross to
disappear into the sacristy.  Moments later he emerged with the communion
chalice.  What on earth could he be planning?  He approached Paolo and me
and stood over us, the chalice held with both hands and his thick meat
standing lewdly out and dripping with silvery precum.

Paolo groaned as he looked up and met the older man's gaze.
"Mmmnnghhh... ooohhhh... Yeah, Father, it feels good to serve
God...aaahhhhh..."

"Your cock tastes so good, Paolo, this is what God intended...
Mmmfffggg... Unnnggghhhmmm," I choked.

"Should I pray, Father?" asked Paolo innocently.

I let his teen pole flop out of my mouth long enough to answer: "Yes,
Paolo.  Now is probably a good time."

"I ask for your forgiveness, God, for me and for Gianni. My seed is for you
alone."

"That's right, my son," said the Bishop.  "Your seed is for God, and with
me here today we are going to make sure he hears your prayer." He placed
the chalice between the lad's legs, the cold brass lip touching the
underside of the youth's aching nuts.

"God has given you this beautiful vessel in which to live," continued the
Bishop, beginning to caress the boy with both of his wrinkled hands.  He
started with his calves: "he has given you strong, muscled legs... your
lean, supple torso, a broad chest" –at this he gently pinched the boy's
nipples and then paused to lick each one—"and a face like one of his
angels..." and then the Bishop pressed his mouth against Paolo's, eliciting
a deep, animal groan from the boy as he pushed his tongue deep into his
throat.  Paolo, instinctively it seemed, reached his left hand up to stroke
the Bishop's throbbing meat, and they kissed for what seemed like a long
time while I continued to suck the youth's stiff rod and pump my own prick
with my hand.

"Now I want you both to listen to me and do as I say," said the Bishop.

"Mmm-hmmm..." We both panted.

"All of our seed, for the glory of God, is to go into the chalice.  None of
it wasted.  The chalice is the vessel that will deliver your prayer to
God's ears."

Paolo and I were delirious with lust and could only barely register these
instructions.  "Mmmm... Mmmnnghgh...oh, fuck... mmmm..."

"Father Jack: collect the boy's seed in your mouth and deposit it into the
chalice."

With that I began sucking in earnest, no longer content to lick languidly
at Paolo's shaft.  I could feel the head of his cock nudge the back of my
throat as he began bucking his slim hips against my face, determined to
shoot his teenspunk into my mouth.

"Ohhhh... Father, I'm getting ready... do you want to taste my seed,
Father?"

"Yes, that's it," intoned the Bishop, bringing his face to just inches away
from mine so he could see up close the pulsating boycock slide in and out
of my slippery mouth.  Our eyes met as the kid's jizz started to spurt,
each ropy strand of cream collecting in little pools in my cheeks, coating
my tongue.

"Oh, Fuck!  Ahhhh... I'm shooting my seed... Oh, God... for
you... mmmhhhngh... oohhhh..."  Spent, Paolo relaxed and let his teen fuck
stick slip out, glistening with spit and cum.

I leaned over and spit the boy's sweet cream into the chalice.

"Very good my son," the Bishop praised.  "Now you will collect the seed
from Father Jack, and from me."

The Bishop kneeled over the boy and pressed his dick into the youth's
mouth, parting his lips roughly for the unfamiliar invasion.  I believed
this to be Paolo's first taste of cock, but he was handling it like a
seasoned pro, opening his young throat to accommodate the Bishop's thrusts,
his balls dragging over the lad's chin.

"Oh, yeah, boy...Mmmmm... Oh, yeah... Nnnggghh!  ... Nnnggghh!
... Nnnggghh!  ... Nnnggghh!"  He pounded the boy relentlessly.  "Put your
cock in here with mine, Father, it feels so good, I want to feel them
sliding against each other in his mouth..."

I didn't think it was possible, but it seemed worth a try.  To my surprise,
Paolo opened wider and managed to get half of both our cocks in, his tongue
fighting furiously to lick the undersides of our shafts while we each
jabbed at the insides of his luscious teen mouth.  His eyes teared up from
the effort, and his hair was plastered by sweat to his forehead.

The image of this abused boy, enjoying our man cocks, waiting to taste our
hot cum, while his own teen prick stayed stiff in his hand below, still
slick with liquid pleasure, sent me closer and closer to the edge as I
fucked his face and the Bishop encouraged me –

"Yes, Father, you've trained this boy well in service to God.  He's a good
boy, mmmm... Oh, yeah...  that's right, Paolo, mmmmm... You like the
Bishop's fat cock in your mouth?  Like the taste of Father Jack's sweaty
balls?  C'mon, boy, lick our balls!"

We rubbed our hairy nutsacks over the youth's smooth chin and up across his
now puffy lips, his tongue reaching out to slather them with his spit as
our cocks slapped against his cheeks and all over his face.

"Nnnnggghhhh!  Nnnggghh!  ... Nnnggghh!  ... Nnnggghh!  ... Nnnggghh!"
With our cocks back in his mouth, we began a rhythm together...

"Yeah, it's time to give God our seed, boy... are you ready to collect it?
You want to take this cum and send it to God with your prayer?"

"Mmmggffhhh...Mmmggffhhhh..." The boy could only grunt.

"Here it comes boy!  Ooohhhhhh...Ooohhhhhh...Annnggghhh... Oh, Fuck!  Oh,
Fuck!  Aaarrrgggghhhhh... Mmmmngggghhhhhh!"  I could feel the Bishop's hot
liquid dribble over my own pumping member, filling the boy's mouth with his
holy spunk as his eyes watered.  I was ready to add my own jizz...

"Oh, fuck, Paolo, you are such a good boy... yeah, God is pleased with
you... here comes your reward... Ooohhhhh...Mmmmnnnhhhh... Oh, Fuck!
Aaaahhhhhh!" I grunted as my cock released its load of silky cream over the
lad's tongue.

I reached down to grab the chalice and placed it in front of the teen's
lips, which he parted to release the white goo, some of which dripped down
his chin, but which he lapped up and swallowed hungrily.

"And now we will deliver your prayer to God," said Bishop Ryan, and without
another word he drained the chalice of its contents, drinking them all down
in several sloppy gulps.

"Amen," he added.

"Amen," we echoed.





A few minutes later, after Paolo had dressed and gone back to the dorm to
rest until he "felt better", the Bishop and I addressed each other on quite
different terms from when this interview began.

"What do you think of my methods, Your Grace?"

"I see you are doing God's work here, Father, and I'm sure you have a lot
of work still to do.  There is much I can teach you – much to be learned
from the history of the Catholic church regarding these matters."

We eyed each other conspiratorially.

"Now," he continued, "First, why don't you tell me about this... Gianni?"



More stories from St.  Mark's are planned – if you have ideas about
afternoons with Paolo, Gianni, Tony, Marco, Ben, Dylan, Brody or Jacob (or
other boys!), please let me know: randyboyd1@outlook.com. And thanks for
the ideas I've already received – I'll try to work them in.