Date: Mon, 26 May 2014 20:55:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aislinge Murphy <aislinge.murphy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up  Catholic    Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Brian told his mother on the way home how he had made Father Arder hump on
his thigh and then lick all his cum not only off him but off the floor
too. His mother pinched his cheek, patted his thigh, and continued
driving. As they pulled in their driveway he remembered the retreat, and
told his mother. She told him she didn't see why he couldn't go, but she
would wait till she talked to Farther Arder, before telling his dad, to let
him give Brian permission.

"We may not tell your dad everything, but he is still the boss, and don't
you ever think differently," Brian's mother said.

Mrs. Murphy spoke with the priest before his father got home. Then she
spoke with his dad before dinner. Permission was granted from his father at
the dinner table.

".. and don't embarrass your mother or family.  Your mother tells me that
there will be 6 other parish priests with chosen altar boys like you and
Timmy invited. Follow all the rules, and don't let that stubborn streak of
yours get out of hand."

Brian was used to his father talking in "prose" and a few backhands from
his mother in the past had removed any urge to interrupt his father.

Friday arrived. Father Arder would be over before noon to pick him up. His
mother had packed a bag with jeans and some t-shirts, in case they went
hiking in the woods. Father had told Mrs. Murphy that the boys would be in
cassocks most of the time, but if the weather was nice they would explore
nature on Saturday, and be home after Mass on Sunday.

Father Arder pulled in the driveway. Brian went running out the door,
saying bye to his mother. He noticed Timmy sitting in the back seat, threw
open the door and sat beside his "girlfriend". Father Arder waved to his
mother and backed out of the driveway.

Brian put his small carry bag under his feet, and rested his arm on the
pink travel case that held Timmy's retreat clothes. As they traveled down
the road, the priest told them about the retreat site. It was run by Jesuit
priests, and had different lodges on the over 800 acre property. He went on
to tell them that there would be 6 other parish priests, the Father that
ran the orphanage would also be in attendance.

"Is everyone bringing 2 altar boys Father?" Timmy asked

"No, honey, most are bringing just 1," Father answered, looking to the rear
view mirror to answer Timmy.

Father Arder reached over the front seat and handed a wrapped gift to Brian
and Timmy.

"Put these away, and you can open them when we get settled at the retreat,"
Father said to the boys.

Brian opened his carry bag and put the gift away, as did Timmy. Timmy took
a soft grip of Brian's hand, smiled, and gave him an air kiss. Brian smiled
and rested his head back against the high bolstered seat.

Timmy shook his lover awake as they pulled up the long road leading to the
retreat. A large iron gate was open, and Father drove down the road to the
right. They passed a large retreat house, then smaller cabins. Brian saw a
bigger cabin to his left, but Father drove on. In the distance he saw a
bigger lodge with a couple of cars already parked out front. Father Arder
pulled in and told the boys to grab their kits, this would be their retreat
home for the next few days.

There were 3 priests sitting at a table with 2 young boys between them. One
of the priests raised his hand in a wave to Father Arder. They walked over
to the table. The priests greeted each other and introduced their
charges. Brian found it hard to believe, but these boys were prettier than
Timmy. It didn't go unnoticed to Timmy either. One of the priests pulled
out a room chart. There would be 4 rooms for the boys, and the priests were
staying in another wing.

When they entered their room Brian noticed 2 twin beds, a dresser with
mirror, a cross over each bed, and a bathroom off to the side. The room
wasn't big, but Brian had more room here than he did sharing a room with 4
of his brothers a home.

"Open your gifts," Father said, sitting on the end of one of the beds.

Timmy was first. Tearing off the wrapping, he opened the lid of the light
blue box and pulled out a light blue pair of bikini panties with a white
bow on the front. Holding them in front of his pants he danced over and
kissed Father on the mouth, thanking him.

Brian started taking the wrapping off of his gift. Holding his breath he
opened the lid. He pulled out a small black jock strap. Letting his breath
out he thanked Father.

Father Arder chuckled, "you didn't think you'd get a pair of panties did
you Brian?"

Brian smiled at the priest, " yes I was a little worried Father... this is
hot." Brian continued holding his jock strap in front of his pants as Timmy
had done with his gifted panties.

Father Arder turned to the dresser, pulling open a drawer he removed to red
cassocks. "your gifts and the cassocks will be all you wear for the
retreat, unless we go hiking tomorrow." He said placing one cassock on each
bed.

"Now both of you shower and put on your gifts, I will be back to help you
with your cassocks," the priest said before exiting the room.

Timmy ran to the bathroom tearing off his clothes, yelling for Brian to
follow him. By the time Brian walked into the bathroom naked, Timmy was
already standing under the shower.

"Come on Brian, hurry up, I want to wash you." Timmy said.

Brian stepped into the shower, and took Timmy in his arms. There mouths
latched together, their tongues fighting for room in each others
mouth. Timmy moved away soaping his hands and began washing Brian. Kneeling
down to wash his legs, washing his tiny hard ass cheeks, turning him and
washing his hard cock and tiny tight sac. Raising up he washed Brian's
chest and face with his tiny delicate hands. Then, moving his lover under
the hot shower he rinsed all his hard work down the drain.

"Can I do what I do for mommy after I shower her?" He implored Brian.

Brian told him yes, and he dropped to his knees and began licking and
kissing Brian's sac and cock.  In moments Brian shuttered in orgasm falling
back against the shower wall. Looked down and saw his lover looking up at
him with pure adoration. Timmy shooed Brian out of the shower, and told him
he would meet him in the bedroom, as he reached for the orange bag with a
long hose that was hanging on the shower curtain rod.

Brian was sitting on his bed waiting for Timmy to come out of the
bathroom. He had his black jock strap on, reading the missel that was by
his bed.

"Timmy, are you ever coming out," he yelled through the closed bathroom
door, "Father will be here soon.

The door opened and Timmy walked out. His fingernails and toenails were
painted pink. He had a little rouge on his cheek, and his lips were coated
in pink lipstick matching his nails. Pulling on his new panties he was
about to sit as the door opened. Both boys rose as Father Arder walked into
the room.

"Absolutely beautiful, " he remarked as he approached his two young
charges. He knelt on one knee in front of Brian and pinned a small gold
crucifix to the waist band over Brian's cock. Standing and moving towards
Timmy he turned the boy so his back was to him and knelt on one knee behind
him, affixing another gold crucifix to the back of Timmy's panties on the
delicate waist band. Helping the boys with their cassocks, he took their
hand and started out of the room.

"Are we going to wear shoes father?" Brian asked.

"No, not tonight Brian, not tonight." The priest answered.

The young boys were led down a long dim-lit hallway, to a room with large
ornate doors. The room was bathed in soft light, Gregorian chants were
floating in the air. Six priests and 7 boys were in the room, the priest
that ran the orphanage had brought two young boys with him. All were
cloaked the same as Brian and Timmy. All but 2 had makeup on like
Timmy. The boys were walked around the room by Father Arder and introduced
to other priests but not the boys. The ornate doors opened again and an
elderly priest walked in, and was greeted by each priest kissing his hand
in greeting. He was led to an ornate overstuffed, wide leather chair where
he sat.

Priests began pulling ths cassocks over their young charge's heads. Only
two other boys had black jock straps like Brian's. The rest were dressed in
different style panties and some with little tiny bras.

"Brian, take Timmy to the center of the room, and let him make love to
you," Father Arder whispered in Brian's ear.

Brian took a hold of his girlfriends hand and led him to the middle of the
carpeted room.

Timmy wrapped his arms around Brian's neck and began french kissing him,
then pulling him to the floor. Pulling Brian's jock strap down he took his
cock in his panting, hungry mouth. Around the room some priests removed
their cassocks, others had the cocks of their young lovers in their hands
or mouths.

"Fuck the little whore, breed the baby bitch," came a cry from the room.

Father Arder moved to the center of the room pulled Timmy's mouth off
Brian's cock and set him up on all fours. Taking Brian's cock he guided the
young boy behind his friend. Licking Timmy's boy/pussy, he moved his mouth
to Brian's cock. Once he was satisfied that Brian's cock was wet enough to
fuck his friend he guided it to Timmy's boy/cunt.

Lining the wet tiny cock up, Father Arder said, " Push your cock in him
Brian, push it in and fuck him... put your hands on his ass and fuck him
boy."

Brian slammed his cock into Timmy's ass. Although this was Brian's first
attempt at fucking, it definitely wasn't Timmy's.

"Fuck your whore Brian, fuck her hard please.. please," Timmy screamed,
panting and moaning.

Brian started pounding hard into Timmy's cunt.  Slapping his ass and
sides. It didn't take Brian long to shutter in a dry orgasm. Removing his
cock from his friends ass, he stood, and as mouths, priests and boy mouths
cleaned his cock then licked Timmy's boy pussy.

The old priest that came in last gestured Brian over to him. He had not
moved from his chair nor joined the hoard of hungry cock and ass
worshipers.

He walked towards the old priest, his shiny wet cock, glistening, fresh
from Timmy's ass and the mouths that had cleaned it.

The old priest opened his arms and took Brian into them. Kissing the young
boy he reached down to cup his little cock and tiny sac in his palm.

"Bring your pretty cock to my mouth," the old priest ordered.

Brian stood, straddling the priests legs. he pushed his cock to the open
mouth and extended tongue before him.

It was like the old priest was receiving communion.

Looking around he saw Timmy sitting on Father Arder's lap, the priest's
holy cock up his boy cunt.

Bouncing up and down Timmy was yelling, "fuck me Father, fuck me Father,
for I have sinned."

Around the room other priests were fucking or sucking boys, some were
getting their cocks stroked and sucked by little hands and mouths. The old
priest stood and removed his cassock. He sat back down and took Brian in
his arms, and began french kissing him, rubbing his old hands over the
young smooth body wrapped in his arms.

Brian kissed him back hard, taking control of the priests mouth. Choosing
when he would kiss him, waiting for the priest to beg for more of his lips
and tongue.

He pinched the priests wrinkled long, hard nipples, while moving his hand
down the old priests smooth chest to the soft fat cock resting on the
biggest balls Brian had ever seen.

This was a first for Brian, he had never had the desire to touch a cock,
anyone's cock. Yet he would tease Timmy's clitty, but never a cock.

The old priest took a breath, more of a gasp. He knew that Brian was
presented in a black jock strap. That was a sign to the priests present
that Brian was a boy that was to be orally pleased or encouraged to fuck
them.

Moving Brian on his back, he settled on his knees in front of the young
boy, put his tiny legs on his wide shoulders and pushed his mouth and
tongue between the boy's ass cheeks.

Brian looked around the room. Timmy had a different cock slamming in his
ass, one of the orphan's, who wore a black jock strap, had his cock in
Timmy's mouth.

"Oh Father your cock is so big, make a baby in me," Timmy yelled letting
the tiny boy cock slip from his mouth.

The priest pulled what had to be about 7 inches out of Timmy's boy cunt and
slammed it back in his raw red ass.

"Harder Father, harder, open my pussy Father," Timmy was imploring when he
didn't have a cock in his mouth.

A priest was laying on the floor, a young altar boy in panties, peeing into
his mouth. Another boy, who was presented in a black jock strap, was
fucking an effeminate priest from behind. When the boy had an orgasm, the
priest told him to lube his tiny hand.

"Fuck my ass boy with your fist, punch me hard, don't be gentle boy," The
priest ordered.

With his lubed hand the boy punched his fist at the kneeling priests ass,
again and again, till his little fist punched past the tight rosebud.

"Now punch in me, punch in me," the priest moaned. "Pull out and punch in
me all the way," he ordered, panting.

The young boy pulled his fist out, lining up his fist to the priests open
ass, he swung his hips, punching his fist into the priests ass up to his
elbow. The priest rose his head and bellowed in pleasure.

Two young boys were in a 69, on the floor where Brian had fucked Timmy, a
priest was whipping the ass of the one on top with a small leather
strap. When the boys ass was red enough for his pleasure he fell to his
knees and began tonguing the boys ass. Then lubing his cock he slid it into
the boy pussy, wiggling in the air.

All this flashed before Brian's eyes before it all became a haze as the old
priest lavished love and deep tongue kisses in Brian's boy ass., causing
his cock to shake in orgasm, without his or the old priests touch. But
Brian wanted more.

"Suck my cock Father," Brian ordered, "suck it now." The old priest
reluctantly moved his mouth from the ass he was orally buried in and took
the tiny cock between two of his fingers. Kissing the crown in adoration he
placed the cock lovingly in his mouth..

Brian reached with both hands and grabbed two handfuls of gray hair and
pulled the old priests mouth hard down on his cock, slamming into his
mouth, just as he had when he fucked Timmy.  He made the old priest work
hard, bruising his lips on Brian's pubic bone, before he had another dry
cum tearing through his body.

This one so intense he passed out. When his eyes opened the old priest was
rising naked from the floor.  Brian noticed that the old priest's tiny fat
cock was still soft and resting on the huge sac under it.

"Don't you like me Father?" young Brian asked.

"Oh yes boy," the priest said, resting next to Brian and kissing his
cheeks.

"I like you a lot," he replied. "Why would you ask?" he continued, licking
his wide tongue on Brian's face, lapping the sweat off Brian's cheeks.

"Because Father Arder is always hard when he sucks my cock and Timmy is
too. But your not hard Father."

"Oh you sweet boy, I haven't been able to get hard or even cum for many
years. It's not you darling." He said to the young boy wrapped in his arms,
kissing, pecking at his lips.

"Do you remember when you put your little hand on my cock?"

Brian nodded his head.

"Well that's the first time in a long time that I got that special feeling,
you know the one you get when someone touches your cock?" The priest said
smiling at the cherub face next to his.

"Yes, Father," Brian answered, smiling back at the priest.

Brian felt an immediate sympathy, if not love, for the old priest. Moving
down the priests body he reached with his hand for the soft cock. He wanted
to do something he had never done for this wonderful man.

He bent his head and kissed the head of the priests cock.

"You don't have to do that Brian," the old priest said, stroking Brian's
cheek.

"I want to father, I really want to," Brian said, taking the soft cock in
his virgin mouth.

The priest looked down at his young lover moving his mouth and tongue
around his old cock.

Brian could feel the cock firming up in his mouth.

"Father, Father, I think your getting hard," Brian said looking up wide
eyed at the priest.

"Yes, my son, yes I think I am."

Brian lowered his mouth again, and with a fervor he didn't know he
possessed, he latched on to the priests cock like he did his mothers
nipple, and worked to coax some loving milk from the old priests cock.

The old priest threw his head back and began a mantra in Latin as his cock
swelled in Brian's mouth. He was going to cum. Brian felt the first salty
cream on his tongue, then in his mouth.

"I'm cumming," the old priest yelled. The room got quite. Priests all
looked over to the old priest that they had greeted so reverently when he
arrived.

Brian took the small amount of cream in his mouth, swallowed but a little,
raised his mouth off the quickly deflating old cock and opened his mouth to
the priest.

"Oh darling," he said looking at the sweet mouth showing him his cum.

"Come here my son, " he said taking the young boys face in his palms.

"Let me kiss you and taste my cum," he implored.

Brian brought his lips to his and pushed his cum soaked tongue into the
priests mouth. The only sound in the still silent room was the old priests
mouth sucking his own cum out of Brian's mouth.

Priests surrounded them. Each reaching to kiss Brian's lovers hand, each
saying how happy they were for the old priest, who was rising from the
chair and putting his cassock back on.

"Each of you worship and suck Master Brian's cock," he ordered to the
priests gathered around.

Each knelt before the young boy kissed, then took his young cock in their
mouth, then kissing it again, making room for the next priest to
kneel. Father Arder, was the last to kneel before Brian and pay oral homage
to his cock. As he rose, the old priest motioned Father Arder to
him. Father Arder stood close to the old priest has he whispered in his
ear. Then, reaching and taking Brian's black jock strap out of Father
Arders hand he returned to Brian still resting in the overstuffed chair.

Bringing the jock strap to his lips he kissed the gold cross, and handed
the strap to Brian.

"Please put these back on my young Master," and continued, "I hope to see
you again."

Turning, he walked away as Father Arder approached. Sitting next to him,
rubbing his hands on the 11 year old body. Licking the sweat off his
fingers.

"Do you know who that is," he said pointing at the exiting old priest.

"No Father, just an old priest," Brian said.

"That's the Bishop, young man.. and he wants you to spend the night with
him."

"The Bishop, WOW, yes Father, I would like to spend the night with him, if
that's ok with you Father" Brian said pulling on his black jockstrap.

"Oh my son, what is ok with me has no relevance, I am so glad you agreed to
be with him." Father Arder said kissing his soft, rosy cheek.

Brian turned and looked around the room before leaving, worried about
Timmy. He smiled, not to worry. Timmy was on all fours again.. one cock was
sliding out of his ass, a young mouth went to it to gobble the seeping cum,
and another priestly cock was going in.

"My girlfriend is a slut," he said under his breath, laughing at his
concern for his friend.

"What was that Brian?" Father Arder asked.

"Oh nothing Father, just talking to myself." Brian said turning towards the
priest.

Taking Brian's hand, Father Arder escorted him to the Bishop's suite.


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