Date: Thu, 16 Feb 2012 11:49:28 +0100
From: El Greco <elgrecospain@hotmail.com>
Subject: Fr. Peter's Angels Part 9

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.

I have tried to incorporate reader's comments and desires... you are a
pervy lot.

Thank you all for the nice comments. I had intended to finish this series
and move on to another story with Part 8 but the demand for more and
suggestions you have made have given me thoughts for at least two more
parts.

Fr. Peter's Angels
Chapter 9


The last man, Declan, emptied his seed deep in Stuart's sloppy hole. He
pounded his clenched fist in the air. Declan was a visiting priest. Smooth
as a boy himself.

Stuart lay on the altar. A smile on his cum-streaked face. He had been used
by every man in the Church, some even came back for seconds. He was
spit-roasted and double penetrated his loved it all. He watched the line of
men who wanted to fill him with their seed.

Douglas McCloud and his son David had spit-roasted Stuart. The father and
son kissed as the elder fucked Stuart's face and David, the younger
rhythmically speared his hole. Stuart appreciated the likeness between the
two men. The older man had kept in shape but David was a tanned, hairy,
muscular hunk. It was so good to feel the father and son dicks deep inside
both end of his body. As the father and son parted from their kiss,
Nicholas the Sacristan brought David's two sons to the level of their
mouths and they feasted on the young boys cocklets. David and Douglas
eyeing each other as they did. Grandad and Dad with their mouth full of boy
cock. Father Paul and Xavier in turn presented their priestly sacred
ordained cocks to the the two boys. They took them hungrily.

An inter-generational pyramid of depravity, with two ordained priests of
the holy catholic church at its apex.

The men had watched in rapt attention as Steve, the cameraman, filmed every
glorious detail. Zooming in an out to photograph each successive
penetration.

Stuart had loved being as the base of the pyramid, its very foundation.

Now he lay his body a mess of cum, some of which was melting into clear
seminal liquid. Despite Fr. Peter intention of cleaning Stuart as he was
gang-fucked, the perverted priest had become overwhelmed by the sheer
volume of semen. So young Stuart's body glistened with the bodily fluids of
the men.

Fr. Paul came to him and bid him to stand. Stuart stood on the
altar. Fr. Paul bid him outstretch his arms so that he stood centrally on
the altar. Stuart became a new salvador mundi in cruciform shape his body
lashed with spunk. Fr.Xavier and Fr. Peter came forward and genuflected
deeply.

'Behold the boy made man.' Fr.Paul called out to them.'He who has sinned is
saved by your holy fucks and your blessed jism.'

Stuart as a boy had been a favourite of all the priests who engaged in boy
love but then he had sinned. He loved sex so much he wanted to share his
body with many men and began to sell his favours. He had become a male
whore. Fr. Paul had approached him on the street one day.

'Sex is a gift from God and your cum a holy fluid, it is sinful to derive
money from things sacred.'

'Go fuck yourself Fr.' Had been Stuart's angry response. 'Remember that
when you take up the collection at mass. The church makes money from all
things it holds sacred. So don't try to tell me charging for making men
happy is a sin.'

'You will be lost to us. Excommunicated.' Fr. Paul had told him.

'That's fine with me.' Stuart put his hand in his pocket and took out a
roll of notes and kissed it.

Fr. Paul had walked away, tears streaking his face. He had lost the boy to
mammon.

When Stuart had walked onto the altar Fr. Paul had been exultant. The
prodigal returned. By allowing his still youthful body to become a free
cum-bucket for the men present he had atoned for his sins. He was
exonerated, exculpated, absolved by allowing the fathers president both
spiritual and actual to take their pleasure upon him.

Fr. Paul hoped that Stuart would have firm purpose of amendment not to sell
his sacred body again.

As Stuart stood he could feel the semen of so many loads deposited in his
cunt drip down his legs. It was a delicious feeling.

Steve panned the camera down is body and the men applauded the absolution
of the man/boy sinner.

He turned and kissed Fr. Paul full on the lips and his kiss was eagerly
reciprocated. Fr. Paul tasted the many different loads on Stuarts face and
lips.

Timmy one of the angels had watched all that had unfold since his Dad had
brought him to the church that night.

His dad had come home from work really excited earlier that day. Timmy was
watching his favourite video as his dad came into the house.

'How is my best boy?' His dad asked.

'I am good Dad.'

'Tonight you will be allowed to stay up late for the party at the church I
told you about.'

'It is tonight?'Timmy asked a smile breaking across his face. Timmy was
never good about gauging time. He would be told Santa Claus was coming next
week, but he was too young to know what that would mean. It was only on
Christmas morning that he would see his presents and know that Santa had
visited.  His dad had been telling him about the party but Timmy was not
sure when it was happening.

His dad always told him about it at bath time.

Dad would always strip to his briefs when he bathed Timmy. His dad kept in
shape and he looked like one of those guys in the underwear billboards or
off the cover of the fitness magazines he bought.

'So you can have fun in the bath and not worry about splashing Dad.' His
father had explained as he took his clothes off.

In fact Timmy's Dad had encouraged him to splash him so that the fabric of
the briefs became so wet that you could see through it. The wet elasticated
cotton clung to his dad's body.

Dad's pee pee would grower bigger and bigger as he bathed Timmy and Timmy's
'little man' as his dad called it would feel hard too and it was a nice
feeling. Timmy liked it.

Timmy's dad would eventually take off his briefs and then get Timmy to wash
his pee and it would get harder and bigger.

Timmy would look at the veins that would bulge along the length of his
Dad's pee pee and trace his tiny fingers along their length. His Dad loved
it when Timmy did that.

'Feel the knob Timmy.' His father would say. His breathing would become
funny when he said that.

'Feel Daddy's balls too, Timmy, my best boy.' His Dad would say and Timmy
would oblige. His loved the feel of the big balls inside the sack of skin
that hung below his Dad's pee pee. Sometimes they hung low and some times
they would tighten when Dad became very excited. His face would be red. The
veins in his neck would bulge. Dad's hairy chest would rise and fall with
his rapid breathing. His nipple buttons would become more pointy more
'erect' that said it was.

'Wash Daddy Timmy.' His father would command him thought it was more of an
invitation than an order.

Timmy liked this bit best.

He would take his sponge and put some bath gel on it and make is really
soapy and sudsy and then work it into his Dad's pee and balls. Running the
sponge along it hard length. He could barely hold his dad's pee pee it
bucked and bounced and became slippery with the soap. Timmy needed both his
hands to control the monster that was his Dad's cock. Timmy nick-named it
Kong after King Kong.

'And clean Dad's hole too Timmy.'

His Dad would bend over and Timmy would stand in the bath. Taking his soapy
sponge he would bathe his Dad's butt cheeks and then along his crack. His
father would hold his ass cheeks apart so he could see his dad's hole. It
would kind of wink at Timmy. Timmy would soap his hands and wash his Dad's
butt hole with his little bare boy hands.

'Put your finger inside Daddy, Timmy.'

Timmy would and feel the warmth of his Dad's insides.

As he did it father would be pulling his dad cock.

After a while he would turn back to Timmy. His eyes had a funny look.

'You are such a good son Timmy.'

Timmy knew what to do then.

He would part his lips and place them around the head of his Dad's dick.

'That is so beautiful Timmy.' his father would say between spasms of
breath.

Timmy continued to kiss the knob and try to cover is much of it as he could
with his small boy mouth. It was not easy but each time he could manage
more.

Then the cream would shoot and Dad would say words that Timmy did not
understand like

Fuck that is so good... take the spunk that created you....

Sometimes Dad would say holy things like 'Holy mother of God forgive me for
this... but I cannot help myself...'

Sometimes the prayers and the other word would be mixed. but always the
salty cream came from his cock-head. It would spatter onto Timmy's face and
eyes though he tried to take as much as he could in his mouth. It was a
taste that Timmy knew since he was born.

Then Dad would kiss him and lick up the cream. Dad seemed to like his cream
as much as Timmy did.

Fr. Paul, who Timmy had seen at mass and sometimes in his school came to
his house a number of times and Timmy would be allowed to stay up and Dad
would undress him for bed on front of the priest. The Priest would kiss
Timmy goodnight and his tongue would go into Timmy's mouth like Dad's did
when he kissed him. The holy man's hands would skim along the length of
Timmy's boy body.

'He is perfect...' Fr. Paul said.

Timmy liked that the priest thought that he was 'perfect'. He knew that was
a good thing.

Timmy liked Fr. Paul and once when he was out driving with Dad they had
seen Fr. Paul out for run in very short shorts and a runner's tank. His Dad
had stopped the car for a chat with the priest.

'Timmy you look sweeter every time I see you.' Fr. Paul had said.

Timmy noticed that the bulge in Fr. Paul's shorts got bigger and he had
re-arranged himself before running off.

Like Timmy's dad Fr. Paul kept fit, Timmy liked his hot body.

'Will Fr. Paul be at the party tonight?' Timmy asked as his father was
dressing him in his white suit for the party.

'He will. You like Fr. Paul don't you?'

Timmy blushed he was not sure he should admit it.

'Would you be angry Dad if I say yes?'

'I am never angry with my best boy.... you know that.' His Dad kissed him
deeply.

It was true Timmy never remembered his dad being cross with him.

'Yeah Fr. Paul is wicked.... like you Dad. I wish we all could have a bath
together.'

'I am sure Fr. Paul would like that too.' His Dad said.

'And would you Dad?'

'I sure would Timmy and you be a good boy and wash Fr. Paul and let him
wash you while Dad watches?'

'That would be really cool Dad. What will the party be like Dad?'

'A lot of fun. But Dad will be with you and you don't have play any of the
games you do not want to. It's my first party too.'

Fr. Paul had asked Timmy's Dad to come to the party the night he had come
to the house. He had a DVD of a previous ceremony with him the priest and
dad were soon naked and jacking as they watched the DVD and Fr. Paul had
taken Timmy's dad virginity that night.

Now Timmy sat in the church watching it all with his Dad. His Dad had gone
to the altar with the other men and put his pee inside the guy who was
lying on the altar.

'Hi I am Brian' a young boy said to Timmy.

Timmy's Dad had moved to put his pee pee in the mouth of the guy who was
lying on the altar.

'That's my Dad.' Brian said as a man positioned himself to claim Stuart's
hole.

'And that's my Daddy.' Timmy said pointing to his Dad who was pleasuring
himself inside Stuart's mouth.

Timmy and Brian's dads played with each other's nipples and then leaned
over and kissed.

The two young boys Timmy and Brian held hands.


To be continued...