Date: Mon, 9 Jan 2012 13:03:55 +0100
From: El Greco <elgrecospain@hotmail.com>
Subject: Fr. Peter's Angels part 7

Fr. Peter's Angels Part 7

This story contains scenes of sex between adults and minors if this offends
you do not read any further.

It also contains religious references again if this is likely to offend you
do not read any further.

The author does not condone or endorse any of the activity described; the
story is purely for erotic entertainment.

Your comments and ideas are welcome part 6 and 7 contain ideas submitted by
reader.

***

Unknown to all the priest, dads and boys Steve, the cameraman was not the
only pair of eyes watching them. An ex-altar boy, he had taken part in many
a church ceremony to celebrate the holy cock and cum. He was watching
through a high window. Stuart was on his way home when he noticed all the
cars outside the church, yet the church seemed closed and shuttered.

`They are having one of their boy fuck sessions.' He said to himself.

Fit from his gym workouts he shinnied up one of the drain pipes and up on
to the roof. It was no bother. He knew the layout of the church well and
there were clear windows that circled the dome above the high altar. He had
started watching just as the first child was offered by Fr. Paul on the
high altar and he had been hard ever since. He really wanted to join in,
but had been a bit of a bad boy. Fr. Paul had expelled him from the altar
boys and barred him from ever taking part. Stuart knew of course, that once
he had passed puberty he had out lived his usefulness.

Stuart thought the cameraman was kind of cute and he had never lost his
desire of Fr. Paul or Fr. Xavier. Fr. Paul had seduced him a few days after
he, the priest, took up his duties in the parish. Stuart had loved every
minute of it and used to bunk of school for wild sex sessions with
Fr. Paul. Later Fr. Xavier had him too and he was handed round to a number
of perv priests. He reckoned they might like his nice, ripped physique and
his tan from his holiday in Spain. He remembered a hot night in Madrid in a
leather bar called `The Cage' where priest in a leather cassock had fucked
him senseless. It had brought back memories of fathers Paul and Xavier. He
could not believe his eyes when the priest had walked into the leather bar
in his full priest robes except that the cassock was made of fine glove
leather. The priest had a rosary as a cock ring. Stuart had been one of
many who lined up for the priest's cock that night.

Stuart was horny; he decided he had to get into the church before the
ceremony was over, but how?

Inside the church Nicholas noticed how Steve, the cameraman had been
continually rubbing his dick as he filmed. In his mid twenties, Steve was
about 5' 6'' and looked boyish. Nicholas reckoned he would only need to
shave every third day. He wore a slim-fitting denim shirt, matching tight
jean and black biker boots. The shirt was open to the waist and from time
to time Steve would tug on his nipples. At times the camera would be
shaking.

Nicholas walked over to him and began kneading the cameraman's cock through
the denim. Steve did not protest but pressed his crotch into the horny
sacristan's hand.

When Nicholas hired him, Steve told Nicholas he was straight, had no
interest in young but did not judge. He showed Nicholas a photograph of his
pretty girlfriend and confirmed that the fucked regularly. Clearly the
unbridled man/boy sex that was unfolding all around Steve was turning him
on.

Nicholas was an expert at working cock. Emboldened by the lack of protest,
he unbuckled the thick black leather belt on Steve's jeans, popped opened
the buttons to discover the fucker went commando. Nicholas liked some
briefs and stuff himself but the sight of Steve's crotch naked under the
dark blue denim was hot. Steve looked down at Nicholas and smiled.

Fr. Paul, ever-watchful, hovered close by. Nicholas nodded to him.  Paul
and Nicholas were a great team always in tune with each other's desires.

Nicholas pulled Steve's jeans down to his knees. His thin, sturdy and
beautifully veined tool sprang forward. He had strong sturdy well defined
thighs and getting the jeans over his tight bubble butt was a bit of a
struggle, but Steve did not resist. He had a cock that was made for a boy
to suck or take in his hold, not too big.

Fr. Paul had known what the nod from Nicholas meant. He went and found
Eamon, the best boy cock sucker of the bunch; he now had him behind Steve,
so that Steve could not see him.

Nicholas went down on Steve's cock and Steve closed his eyes. Fr. Paul took
his camera and began filming Steve's first male cock suck.

Like a magician swiftly Nicholas replaced his mouth with Eamon's and
suddenly Steve was on all the screens having his cock sucked by the
boy. Eamon first savoured the beautifully formed cock head. Circling it
with his tongue and lips.  His little boy tongue flicking at Steve's piss
slit tasted some delicious hetero pre-cum.

Steve thought he was still being serviced by Nicholas but looked down to
see the boy on his dick he hesitated. Fr. Xavier came over and removed his
shirt. Two other boys came over and started licking Steve's nipples while
Adam, holding a very small boy, parting the boy's ass cheeks presented
Steve with his first boy ass to rim. Steve abandoned himself into the boy
lust.

Nicholas had achieved his goal.

Fr. Peter stood over the orgiastic scene.

`We have a new convert to our cause.' He boomed and blessed the unholy
couplings.

Steve was lost in sex.

`Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.' He cried out as he gave his first load to boy
mouth.

All present whooped and hollered.

`Where are my angels?' Father Peter boomed and lay down and red velvet
mattress that has been placed on the steps leading to the top altar.

He removed his loin cloth and was bollock naked and what a magnificent
bollox he had.

The three seminarians stood behind him in a kind of guard of honour, all
the while jacking their impressive young-men dicks.

The fathers all told their sons to go to Fr. Peter and soon he was swamped
with boy flesh of every age up to about ten. The contrast of his immense
masculinity to the boys' puerility was so fucking sexy.

David McCloud's father, Douglas, bent over.

`Claim my ass son.'

David entered his father's cunt easily and began to fuck him raw as they
watched the tableau of Fr. Peter and his angels unfold. It wasn't long
before David seeded his father's hole.

The huge priest was kissing and fondling the boys. Licking a cocklet here
and munching on boy but there. His huge dick was leaking pre-cum it was too
big for any of the boys to service beyond lapping at the head for his
essence. Many of them obliged.

Steve, still naked, was back filming.

Stuart having scaled down from the roof, cased the building, he reckoned
there had to be a way in. But everything was locked. Security would be all
important. Just as he was about to give up, he noticed the sacristy door at
the back of the church open slightly, he sprinted to it. The door opened
out. He yanked it open. Fr. Xavier had taken a break to have a crafty
cigarette, he tried to pull the door closed, but was no match for Stuart's
superior strength.

`You should not be here Stuart.' Fr. Xavier said. `Fr. Paul barred you.'

`Well if you don't want the whole parish to hear about your little party
you better let me in.'

Stuart took off his t-shirt; he knew the older priest would like what he
saw, even if his interest lay in much younger than Stuart.

`My... you must have been working out... `Xavier said.

Stuart shucked off his trainers and slipped off his jeans. Now he was clad
only in his navy Aussie bum show-it-all briefs. He knew they showed his ass
and cock to perfection. He flexed his muscles for Fr. Xavier.

The door from the church to sacristy burst open. It was Fr. Paul.

Paul was suspicious when he had seen Xavier leave the sanctuary, he knew of
his Parish priest's nicotine addiction and was fearful that he would go
outside and security would be breached.

Stuart's eyes met Fr. Paul's.

`Hi Fr. Long time no see.'

Fr. Xavier was on his knees before Stuart and had begun to lick his cock
through the pouch of his briefs.

`You are looking good Stuart.' Fr. Paul said. The priest was so sexed up he
knew that he could have young Stuart and it would satisfy him just like boy
flesh.

`Thanks Fr. Must say I like the new uniform.' Stuart's eyes looked at the
handsome blonde, fit curate. His cock encase in supple back leather
embossed with a crucifix. He body taut and lean was just oozed sex from
every pore.

Fr. Paul moved to Stuart and frenched him.

`Come with us to the High Altar.' Fr. Paul ordered.

The two priests flanked Stuart and led him to main sanctuary.

Fr. Peter naked was before the altar facing the congregation as if about to
say mass.

Steve and one of the seminarian's, Adam, were standing together at one end
of the altar.

Fr. Peter moved to them he held a thurible from which incense scented smoke
flowed. Ritually, he wafted the incense at Adam and Steve.

All eyes were on the baptismal font, which was on the altar to one side.
Nicholas held a young boy dressed in lace christening robes.

When Fr. Paul entered the sanctuary with Stuart and Fr. Xavier he went to
the font. He baptised the boy with the cum loads that had been accumulated
in the font over the evening. All spare loads were shot in there.

Then he took the child from Nicholas and laid it on the main altar. Bit by
bit Fr. Peter removed the child's clothes till it was naked.

Nicholas took up filming duty.

`Adam.' Fr. Peter commanded. `You go first.'

Adam bent down and expertly rimmed the child's hole making it open. Then he
fingered it. Taking one of Steve's fingers Adam inserted it too so that
both men's fingers were in the boy at the same time. The finger fucked him
gently rhythmically stretching the boy hole. There was no limit to Adam's
depravity.

`Adam deliver.' Fr. Peter ordered.

The perverted, young, handsome seminarian took the child and slowly lowered
him on to his dick. It was beautiful to hold. He held the child as he moved
him up on down on his own soon to be ordained dick.

`Now Steve.' Fr. Peter urged.

Steve shook his head, in disbelief rather than reluctance. His cock had
never been so hard. He had never felt so turned on. But, would the child
take two cocks however well suited they were?

`With the lord all things are possible.' Fr. Peter coaxed.

Steve positioned himself.

The men all watched Steve's cock slipped into the newly baptised cherub
alongside Adams.

Steve felt Adam's hardness alongside his in the tight warm boy cunt. He
thought he would pass out from his delirium. The two men fucked the boy
together. Fr. Paul, Fr. Xavier and Fr. Peter as a trinity knelt beside the
other fucking trinity and prayed obscene words that the men's wholly seed
would feel the newly baptised child.

Stuart watched some he knew he would be centre-staged before long and he
could not wait.



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