Date: Thu, 10 Nov 2011 19:36:57 +0100
From: El Greco <elgrecospain@hotmail.com>
Subject: Fr. Peter's Angels part 3

This story contains scenes of sexual activity between minors and adults if
this offends you you should not read any further.It also contains reference
to religion and sex, again if this offends you do not read further.

The story is pure fantasy and the author does not advocate or indorse what
transpires. None of the characters are drawn from life and any resemblance
to any person living or dead is completely coincidental.

If you like the story tell me what you think at elgrecospain@hotmail.com if
this is published it will take my literary virginity.

Thank you all for the nice comments.

Fr. Peter's Angels
Chapter 3

When there were boys involved Fr. Paul always had more sacred sperm in his
blessed balls. It never ceased to amaze him how quickly he could
recover. So he was not concerned that he had shot his load with Duncan and
later as Nicholas made his perverted confession about what had happened
between him Fr. Xavier and young Brian. Fr. Paul had not had the pleasure
of young Brian, but sometimes he liked the boys to be broken in before he
got his hands on them.

He sat is his study watching the clock tick towards 8.30 pm. The evening
mass would be over and Nicholas would be setting up the church for the
private ritual which was accessed by invitation only. Fr. Paul had planned
every last detail and had spent the afternoon instructing the father of the
boy that would be initiated that evening. It was all he could do not to
jack off with the boy's father.

The church would be lit solely candles. Leaving dark recesses where men
could pair off with a boy or boys to perform their depraved
rituals. Thuribles would be filled with incense enveloping the church with
sacred smells. Fr. Paul wanted it to have the full feel of a religious
ceremony, which for him it was.

Nicholas would erect boy slings custom made for boy penetration. He would
construct glory hole areas but personally Fr. Paul preferred sex to be
visible and not to be hidden. Some of the other priests got off on glory
holes.  Fr. Pail liked to cater to all desires, who was he to judge.

The confraternity that looked after Fr. Peter's Angels was made up solely
of priests. Regularly they met to discuss their feelings and
experiences. They also planned their special events. They were recruited at
seminary level so they could be completely trusted. Tonight there would be
three young seminarians introduced to the sacred depravity of their
calling. Young stud priests one Adam was just 17 the other two were 19 Brad
and Stefan. They had been carefully selected. Good looking. But it was
their insatiable appetites for boys and the men that liked boys that was
the criterion. Fr. Paul was looking forward to seeing them in action. He
loved their youthful enthusiasm.

Fr. Paul was to be Master of Ceremonies in Fr. Peter's absence and he
looked forward to the control it would give him as he urged the men to
greater heights or depths of depravity. His intention was to patrol the
church when proceedings were underway and to get into as many scenes as he
could. There was no end to his sexual urges.

He was hard as he got ready. He had blessed his dick and bollox as he put
on his cross-studded cock ring.

He pulled on thigh-high black leather boots. His cock was to be encased in
back glove leather briefs that clung to the outline of his rampant priest
dick. Every ridge was visible. Around his neck was an oversized crucifix
that hung between his defined pecs. The muscles of his chest were
accentuated by carefully groomed, silky light brown/blonde chest hair. Over
all he wore a black brocade, richly embroidered cloak the kind that would
be used at benediction. Once on it covered his leather clad nakedness but
he would reveal his full majestic glory on the altar and have the boys
kneel and adore him.

His cell flashed with a call.

'Fr?'

'Yes Nicholas...'

'Blessed be you and all our actions this holy night.'

'Amen my son.'

'Everything is ready as you directed father.'

'You deserve to sate your holy urges tonight Nicholas. I pray that would
fulfill all your desires.'

'Thank you Fr. I wish the same for you and the other men ordained in Holy
Orders. I bless the day that my feet were directed to St. Bartholomew's and
my eyes were opened to this wonderful world of perversion.I would love to
share a full penetration with you this night.'

'Please God you will my son. In case I miss anything tonight you will come
to me in confession Nicholas. I need to hear all.'

'Of that you can have no doubt.'

'Is Fr. Xavier in the church?'

'No I called you first. As Master of Ceremonies you are the main man
tonight. I will call him now.'

'Very good I will be with you in five. Have our visitors arrived?'

'The parking lot is nearly full but I have not opened the doors yet. Do you
want me to admit them now or wait till you come here.'

'Wait till I come.... oh how blessed is the cum of my loins Nicholas. I am
so hard, so excited, so nervous... it is a delicious feeling.'

'It is Fr. I feel the same.'

The two men hung up.

Fr. Paul had one last look in the mirror and headed down the stairs to the
church.

Nicholas has excelled himself. The church was full of its ancient
ceremonial symbols. It glistened in silver, gold and brass work. He had
placed candles to shed some light even in darkened recesses so anyone who
want to observe what was going on could do so. Some of the priests and dads
loved to watch and masturbate as others had sex with the boys. They might
be invited to participate or not. Or they might decline. It was a good way
to recover the ability to shoot another load by watching another scene.

Nicholas had erected two large screens over the high Altar on to which the
spectacle would be projected.

Specially recorded Gregorian chant played quietly as a sound track but if
one listened closely the words were full of prayerful obscenity. The chants
gave praise to the glory of erect manhood, of sacred spooge, of boy holes,
of priestly perversion.

Nicholas approached the Fr. Paul, he was dressed in a white Rugby Shirt and
a jock strap. He wore white rugby socks that came to his knees. The white
accentuated his dark Mediterranean skin tone and hairiness. The cut of his
shirt displayed his muscularity. He had worked out and his muscles were
pumped and bulging. The boys would love it.

'Don't worry I have black cloak to cover this for the start of the
ceremony.' He knew Fr. Paul liked the ritual to mirror the rites of the
church.

'You look magnificent... if I wasn't a boy lover I would want you myself.'
Fr. Paul smiled. It was true. The sacristan was sex on a stick.

'This is Steve, Fr.' Paul introducing a stocky guy with a bit of a paunch
in his 50's. 'He is the camera man. He has covered all sorts of orgies
before but this is his first man-boy event.'

'Please to meet you father.' Steve extended his hand. 'Don't worry I don't
shock so whatever goes on in here stays in here. I am ultra discreet. Did a
politician's party one time and you would be amazed who was there. But will
say no more.' He tapped the side of his nose with his index finger.

Fr. Xavier had seated himself in a large Bishop's throne to one side of the
altar sanctuary, he had dressed in full bishop's robes mitre and all. He
was already jacking his cock lewdly.

Fr. Paul approached.

'Do you think you could wait until the congregation has assembled before
ministering to your holy cock?'

'Fuck off.' His superior said his voice slurred. Clearly he had a lot a
beer on board. He loved piss play and was tanked to ensure he could provide
plenty of golden showers.

Fr. Paul decided not to remonstrate with him, it could turn ugly.

'Very good Nicholas you can let the congregation in.'

' I have assembled them at the entrance as you directed Fr. They are ready
to process.'

Behind the altar Nicholas had placed a series of steps. Fr. Paul climbed
them and stood astride the altar. His parted his cloak. His boots
shone. The crucifix glistened. His cock was proudly erect in the glove
leather brief. A spotlight shone on him and he knew he looked gloriously
magnificent. The sound level of the Gregorian Chant was raised and echoed
around the pillars and walls he church.

Fr. Paul outstretched his hands. His manly form was shown magnified on the
two large screens. He was invincible. Almighty. All powerful.

'Praise be the holy cock.' 'Take and drink the semen of the holy men of
God.' 'Blessed be he who fucks.'

The chant was beautifully sung and therefore all the filthier because of
its apparent refinement.

The Seminarians entered all dressed in black soutanes and plain white
surpluses. They carried poles and on tops were beautifully fashioned in
brass penises at full erection. Men and boys in a state of full
penetration.

Behind them came the boys. All of them in white. Their fathers had been
instructed to have them in white t-shirts. Very short white shorts. White
socks. White runners. Underneath they were to wear white sheer briefs.

After the boys came the dads. They were all to wear grey suits, white
shirts, purple ties. But they were to be trouser-less with black dress
socks and shoes. Their underwear was to be as kinky as they dare. Cock
rings were optional. The dads were also to wear silver holy medals and
crosses.

As the procession continued up the church the visiting clergy assembled on
the altar, all dressed as if they were to say mass. Some wear already
feeling themselves.

As the scene unfolded Fr. Paul took it all in from his high vantage
point. It was majestic. Sacred. Totally depraved.

At the back of the procession came the dad Fr. Paul had spent the afternoon
with, with his tiny son hand-in-hand. This was the sacrificial boy the one
who would be placed upon the altar. The one who was completely
undefiled. He sucked his thumb as his father moved up he church. The boy
was overawed by the surroundings. The candle-pierced darkness. The ever
louder music. The vestment dressed priests.

Steve, the camera man, picked out the little lad and his image was shown on
the two huge screens. A cheer went up from the assembled men. Dads and
Priests alike.

Adam the youngest of the seminarians entered the sanctuary as he had been
instructed. He stood centre. He opened his soutane and took out his
beautiful 17 year old dick. It was hard a rock.

Fr. Paul gestured all of the men applauded the young student priest's dick.

Not yet ordained to full sacredness. He took a gold dish from the altar and
began fisting his cock.

The men shouted 'cum, cum, cum....'

The man/boy/student priest fisted faster. His eyes were fixed on the image
of the child on the large monitor.

With a roar he gave up his holy spunk expertly catching every drop on the
golden dish. Pearly. Creamy. The load of a healthy young man.

When he had come a priest came forward blessing him and showering him with
holy water.

The seminarian moved to one side. Handing the cum filled golden dish to
Fr. Paul.

The father moved forward with his little boy. He knew to climb the steps
onto the altar where Fr. Paul stood triumphant. The man had seen other
fathers do the same.

He stood along side Fr. Paul. The mans powerful sturdy hairy legs were
astride the alter but they trembled with excitement. From their lower
vantage point the men in the congregation could see that the boys father's
briefs were heavy with the hardness of his dick. It protruded from under
the tail of his shirt. Two visiting priest came forward and stood either
side of him massaging the man's legs. It was clear he was having trouble
not shooting without touching himself.

He handed his boy to Fr. Paul who lifted the boy aloft and in full view of
his congregation kissed him full on the lips.

A cheer went up.

Then taking the seminarian's freshly shot spunk that was still warm he
anointed the child first his forehead. Then his chest. His legs and lastly
he removed the boy's lower garments and anointed the boy's cock and
balls. Instantly the father came forward and licked hungrily at the pungent
prick juice of the seminarian. He cleaned his son's body of the student
priests spunk and then he swapped the cum with Fr. Paul in a deep kiss.

' I give thanks Fr.' He said loudly.

Then men all joined in a roar.

'We give thanks Fr.'

'Let us commence.' Fr. Paul exhorted.

To be continued.