Date: Tue, 12 Sep 2006 06:35:25 -0400
From: Steve <stephalan@earthlink.net>
Subject: Knelt Before My Cock

Please email me with your experiences, thoughts and ideas and I promise
to rise up to the occasion and respond hard and tall.  Grandfathers over
65 years are always a special treat.

                          Knelt Before My Cock

Momma always said I was a handsome boy, the whole family did.
Sometimes I would even hear them say I was beautiful.  I liked that it
made me feel good and very warm inside.  Maybe that is why I liked to be
nude in front of others from as early an age as I can remember.  Momma
did not mind she said I was so cute and the family said that looking at my
body gave them a special feeling.  A hard on and being naked just seemed
to go hand in hand,  no pun intended.  My cock was always hard but at
some point during my nude prancing I knew that the looks I got were
more than passing admiration.  There was something much deeper in those
looks, a desire to be close to me in some very private special way that I
did not really understand.  But I could recognize in their eyes and the way
their eyes followed me around a room that they were particularly
interested in my cock.  It gave me such a thrill when they looked with
such hunger at my cock which just seemed to make it get harder and
harder until I just had to touch it.  That made them watch me even more
intently but with an almost desperate need.  To this day just as back then
I like to walk around nude and have people watch me as I tickle my dick.
I learned early that my cock was not only a source of interest but power
as well.

Maybe that is why I always was more than willing to strip off my clothes
and strut my hard cock.  Sure there were a few sleep overs and camping
trips to give me that opportunity but not nearly enough.  When I was in
the eighth grade and just turned 12 years old I was finally eligible to join
the swim team of St. Mary's where I was going to grade school.  I knew
how to swim and this was my opportunity to give my dick some water and
more importantly air to breathe.  Father Michael was in charge of the
swim team but I had very little contact with him up to that point. My
parents had signed and I had turned in all the required papers to join the
team but had heard nothing.  Usually the only time I ever saw Father
Michael was at report card time when he would come to our classroom,
call out our name and we would get up and go get our report card from
him in the front of the class.  It was always a little scary because we all
sensed even the nuns the authority he held.  The worst part about going
to get that God Damn report card was that he would sometimes make a
comment about it.  I remember he once said to me  as I got my report
cart "Why can't you spell William."  That was the time I got a "D" in
spelling and his comment doesn't seem so bad now when I think about it
but back then I thought I was going to die.  So you could imagine how
scary it was when Father Michael just walked into our classroom and told
Sister Mary Charles that he had an announcement to make.  He told the
class that all boys trying out for the swim team had to come to his office
directly after school so that Dr. Pollard could give them a physical.  You
would have thought that this would have perked me up since you had to
take your clothes off to get a physical but Father had scared me so much
that it felt like my balls shrank to nothing and crawled up inside me.

Father Michael's office was in the priests' rectory and when we arrived
they had all eight of us go to the parlor and take off all our clothes
except our socks and underwear.  As I felt my own pants sliding from my
hips and down my legs I could feel my cock harden and rise.  The harder
it got the more sure I felt about myself and the less scared I was.  I
noticed a couple of the guys were looking at the tent my cock was making
in my shorts and I liked that a real lot.  It made me  excited so I reached
inside my shorts and touched myself.  Then I just pulled my shorts down
so that they bunched up under my balls and I could slide my fingers up
and down my cock.  I hardly got started when Father Michael opened the
door and called for the first boy to come to his office.  When he opened
the door, he first stared straight into my eyes and then down at my hard
cock but said nothing to me.

One by one we got called in until there was only Ronnie and me left to be
examined.  Once again Father Michael opened the parlor door but this
time I heard my name being called.  I had a nice hard on from the time I
first walked in Father Michael's office.  Dr. Pollard went through the
routine but he seemed like he was mad at me.  I think it was because of
my hard on since he never even asked me to take off my shorts.  Some
physical!  When the other boys had finished their physical, they each
returned to the parlor,  got dressed and were on their way.  After Dr.
Pollard was finished, Father Michael asked me to wait in his secretary's
office so he could talk to me.  As Father Michael said that I ended up
looking at Dr. Pollard because his movement was so abrupt when he turned
to stare at Father Michael.

As soon as I got in the other office, I could hear Father and the Doctor
talking to Ronnie Kaplan.  The secretary had one of those round stool type
chairs that you could twirl around to make it higher or lower.  It just
popped into my head what fun it would be to twirl on that chair
particularly with my shorts off so I could feel the air on my cock and
balls.  That is the way Father Michael found me when he opened the door
to the secretary's office.

For a priest that is known to be quick and witty with his words, he just
stood there not saying a word with his eyes locked on my cock.  He
seemed to be stunned finding me like that.   I thought to myself how am
I going to bring him back to earth when I thought to ask him  "Gee Father
did I flunk the physical that you wanted to talk to me.  You got me
scared."  What utter bullshit I was feeding him, there was not the
slightest question in my mind that I had some medical problem.  But my
question seemed to have the desired effect of bringing him out of his
reverie as he said to me  "No, no.  Billy  you're in great shape absolutely
tip top."  I slid my index finger up and down the underside of my cock and
said to it "See there big boy, you had nothing to worry about."  His eyes
were locked again on my cock.

Then he said to me "No Billy, I just thought we should get to know each
other a bit if you are going to be on the team and all.  I also wanted to
get a better look as your muscle groups to see if you had a swimmer's
body.  "Here let me show you Father" I said as I slid from the chair and
started to parade my hard dick around that office.  I  went real close to
him and did a few exercises like touching my toes making sure that my
head accidentally brushed against his groin as I bent forward.  Then when
I turned around to show him my back end  I stooped forward to grab each
cheek of my ass so that he would have a good view of my little rosebud
asshole but purposely brushed directly against his hard cock.  It just
seemed like he couldn't stop his hands from reaching out for me.  His
hands stopped just short of touching me and began to quiver like his
whole body was about to break.  I said to him "Would you like some other
poses Father, I don't mind."  He said in a very tight voice "No Billy.  I
think it's time for you to go home."  Then I stepped right in front of him
so close that he almost jumped and asked  "But will I get on the swim
team Father."  And after a beat or two "Do you want me Father... I
mean on the swim team."  He said "You're on the team Billy.  Just go, just
go."

From then on any time we practiced I could feel Father Michael's eyes on
me but if I turned and saw him he would turn away with a guilty look and
pretend like he had not been staring at me.  If I looked back a few
minutes later, he would again be staring at me.

I enjoyed going to the swimming pool.  I always got there real early
because the changing room was for boys and men alike.  I was tired of
showing my cock to my school mates, I was more interested in the hairy
older guys that would sometime give me that look.  A few of them would
say to me "You should not be walking around with a hard on like that kid.
It could get you in trouble."  But there were always a few other guys that
would just smile at me when someone would say that, a few would even
touch themselves between their legs when they would smile.

The pool was reserved for the swim team from 3:30 to 5:00 p.m.   I ran
to the pool as soon as school was over so I could be with the men for a
while before Father Michael and my swim team mates would arrive.
Either way my cock had two hours of exercise on those days because it
was always stiff.  It was still fun to strip down quickly when I got in the
changing room but I took forever to get my swim suit on and when it was
time to leave I made sure my under pants were the last thing I put on.
I dried every part of my body several times so my cock would swing
around and everyone could see how stiff it was before I would even put
my socks on.  All the other boys put their pants on first, they would kid
me and call me "Billy No Pants" because mine always went on last.  Father
was usually always with us when we were changing because he said he had
to make sure that we were all out of there by 5:00 p.m.

He would always sit on a bench in the middle of us but always closest to
me.  I was always the last one ready to leave.  I remember one time
another boy and I were sitting on the floor of the shower with the warm
water running down on us as we were touching each other between our
legs when in walked the good Father.  He told us to get a move on but my
move on was as always at a snail's pace.  The other boy dressed quickly
and just Father and I  were left in the changing room.   I was doing my
normal hard cock routine when I slipped my underpants through my feet
and pulled them up so they caught under my balls.  I said to him "These
pants won't fit Father, I got this really big problem.  Can you help me with
it?"  He said  "Come on Billy stop acting silly."  But when he went to pull
up my shorts his hand brushed against my cock.  "Boy that felt good
Father.  Come on, touch me some more." I said to him.  I was standing in
front of him and at first he only rubbed the back side of his fingers on
my cock before taking it in his fist and began jacking me off.  I was
saying something like "Yeah, that's the way to do it.  It feels great."  By
a sort of inner instinct I put both my hands on the back of his head and
pulled his mouth to my cock.  Once he started sucking me there was no
way I could have stopped him.  That is if I wanted to stop him which I
sure as fuck did not.  "That's it Father,  work your tongue on my cock I
am about to shoot.  Suck me good if you want it."  That was the first time
I ever came in another person's mouth and Father Michael seemed to
really like the creamy taste of my cum.  We hardly finished when he
started in on me  "When can we be together like that again Billy?  I love
your cock.  I want to eat it all the time."   I said to him "That was really
fucking great, I liked it too Father.  How did you do your tongue like that
it felt so slick and good on my dick.  I have to go home now but don't
worry I'll let you suck me again."  He was still nursing on my dick as I
pushed his mouth from my cock and reached for my street pants.

I liked to have my cock sucked and it gave me great pleasure to feel the
power my sexuality afforded me.  I would go to Father's office sometime
on a weekend and let him do me.  I would walk in and he would start to
talk to me but I would ignore his words unbuckle my pants and let them
slide to the floor.  I would say really filthy things to him and the dirtier
I got the more it seemed to turn him on.  I like dirty talk but soon tired
of just saying things myself so I would work him up into such a state of
sexually frenzy that he would say almost anything.  I remember getting
him once to say that my fucking cock was his God and he was kneeling
before me to worship it and another time he said that he would clean my
ass with his tongue after I took a shit.  He said all sorts of crazy stuff.



When I would go over to his office I would make him strip down and sit
and watch me.  I would do a slow strip and then stand within inches of his
face playing with my cock and rubbing the pre cum over its head so it
would shine.  When I knew he was ready to lose control I would begin to
touch his cock by brushing the underside of his cock with my little finger.
One tiny little brush of only my little finger and his cum would be shooting
everywhere.

I remember once when I had him in one of these states I told him that
I wanted to go over to the church.  I made him strip down and say mass
prayers and all as I sat on the altar naked in front of him playing with my
dick.  When it came time for communion and he brought out the chalice
I motioned for him to bring it to me as I filled it with my piss.  Then he
got out the plate that the server would use to hold under a person's chin
in case the communion host was dropped.  It looked like it was made of
gold the way it shined.  I made him bring that to me as well and told him
to jerk my cock so that I could shoot my cum on this plate.  I shot some
on the plate but some of it squirted on the altar and Father.  I said to
him "This is the body and blood of your God.  Have your communion."  He
proceeded to drink the piss from the chalice and lick the seed of my cum
from the plate.  After as I scooted forward to get off the altar I turned
back and saw my shit stripe on the covering and laughed as I said "Careful
my good  Father or the nuns will know what a bad boy you are."

I was soon bored with Father Michael and told him to find someone else
to join us or I would not let him touch me anymore.  You have to
understand that what Father felt for me was not just love.  I was his
obsession.  He tried to talk me out of bringing another person into our
sex play by saying that our relationship must be an absolute secret and
could he give me money or buy me things instead.  He pulled out his
wallets and handed me some money.  I said to him "I will never see you
alone again Father, find us another play mate."

Shortly thereafter he came into my classroom and told Sister Mary
Charles that he needed to see me and I would be gone for the rest of the
day.  As soon as we were out of ear shot of the classroom he said "I got
you that fucking play mate."  When got into the rectory he introduced me
to Father Daniel that was the head of another parish in a nearby city.
There was nothing shy about Father Daniel the way he leaned forward to
get closer to me.  "What should I call you:  William, Bill, Billy or best of
all 'Cock Tease'."  Do you have as pretty a cock as Father Michael says you
do."  He didn't scare me I could feel his hunger for me which in turn made
me bold and cocky so I said  "Maybe if you're really good to me, Danny I'll
let you see it and why don't you call me 'Cock' although I also tease."   He
said to me "You have a big fucking mouth kid I only hope your cock is as
big."

Father Michael said "Let's play I don't want to talk."  I said to both of
them "Why don't you each strip down and then I'll give you a little show."
"Fair enough" Father Daniel answered.  I watched as Father Daniel
undressed, he turned to his side as he pulled off his cassock.  Jesus he
had a hairy ass and as he pulled off the undershirt he had on underneath
I saw a muscular hairy chest with a set of cock and balls that were a hell
of a lot bigger than Father Michael's.  By then I had really perfected my
strip act and when I finally revealed my hard cock I could see that they
were both sporting rock hard boners.  Then I started the nastier shit.
I sat down on a couch in front of them and began to stroke my cock.
Father Daniel immediately got up and started to come over to me.  I said
to him "No, no.  Tell him Father Michael nobody touches me until I am
ready."  I did a lot of other things like pinching my nipples but what really
seemed to get them going was when I pulled up my legs and started to
finger my asshole.  I would wet my finger and rub it in a circle around my
hole, smell my finger and then wet it again, before sticking it inside me.
They were really raring to go.

I said "Okay I've given you a little performance.   Now why don't you give
me one.  I have never seen two grown men suck each others cock but I
sure would like to."  Father Daniel turned his body to face Father Michael
as Father Daniel grabbed the back of Father Michael's head and brought
his mouth down to his cock.  After a bit Father Daniel took his turn and
sucked on Father Michael.  I said "Can't you both do it at the same time."
They got down on the floor in a 69 position and seemed to enjoy sucking
cock much more in this position.  I felt Father Daniel pulling on my leg and
I got down on the floor with them.  I know Father Daniel thought I had
a  beautiful cock the way he was sucking it.  I was on the edge of cumming
when they started discussing who would eat my cock cream.  Father
Daniel said to Father Michael "Come on you've eaten his cum how many
times.  Don't you think that I'd like to taste it."  Then he proposed to
Father Michael that I could shoot my cum in his mouth but he would
share part of it with Father Michael in a cum kiss and then they could
both lick my cock clean.  That is what they did and I decided it was a lot
more fun to be sucked by two guys rather than just one.

The three of us got together a few more times after that and it was a lot
of fun because I talked them into going down to the railroad tracks
where we could walk around naked and suck cock in the outdoors.  Father
Daniel brought a digital camera and we took a lot of pictures but I'm
letting Father Michael hold mine so my parents won't find them.  I liked
having sex with Father Daniel but I would have to wait two and three
weeks between visits.  Father Michael was frustrated too so I suggested
he find us another playmate since we could still play with Father Daniel
when he came around.

I met Father Michael at his rectory early one afternoon.  He said we
were going for a ride in the country to meet a couple of guys.  He said
they give out little hints that they would like to play but they were so
vague he wasn't really sure.  He said that he wanted to go out there and
see what we could get going.  There were two guys out by the swimming
pool when we arrived just as Father said there would be.  They were both
in their 50s, big men, hairy too.  One of them had a really big belly but I
could hardly see it because it was covered with so much thick hair.  I
thought to myself boy would I like to have a lot of hair like that and just
asked him right out  "When did you get so much hair on your body.  Did
you already have it when you were 12 years old?"  His name was Jack and
he laughed and said "What a question.  Why do you ask?"  I was very
truthful with him and said "Because I would like to have lots of hair like
that when I grow up."   He said "I don't remember exactly but I'm sure I
didn't.  Besides" he added "you're just a boy you have a lifetime to get a
hairy chest.  Shit, you probably only got a little peach fuzz next to your
balls by now."  I just smiled and thought we'll see Mister.

Father Michael said "That swimming pool looks nice and cool and boy
would I like to get out of this hot cassock but I didn't bring any swim
things for me or the boy."  I thought to myself  Father who are you
kidding, don't lay it on so thick, you might as well say straight out  "Can
I strip down and show you my cock."  But we just arrived and maybe
Father's obviousness would get the ball rolling.  The other man, Ray,
turned to me and said "I'd like to see you swim young man we're just a
bunch of men out here.  You don't need a swim suit and Father for the
love of the Lord get out of that black cassock before you suffocate."
Again, I thought this is getting more fun by the minute.  Father Michael
pretended like I was shy about taking off my clothes and said "Billy, if
you would rather you could go to the other end of the pool and take off
your clothes and get in there.  That would give you a little more privacy."


I looked at the two men and I  knew they wanted me to strip down right
there in front of them.  I said "No that's okay Father, it is just us guys."
I put one toe behind the heel of one shoe and slid it off and repeated the
process with the other shoe.  I took off my socks and shirt next but
decided to do it more slowly with my pants.  First I slid my belt though
the loops and tossed it to the ground.  Then I unbuttoned the top button
to my pants and said to Jack "I guess this is when you see my peach
fuzz."  My cock was hard and I knew it would jut out and bounce around
a bit when I pulled my pants down.  I did not have a boy's cock,
particularly when it was hard.  I also think that because I had more of a
boy's body than a man's, it made my dick seem even that much larger.  I
let my pants slide down and there was my cock standing hard and tall.  I
said  "Sorry about that but all this sun and air have given me a stiffy."
And then I turned to Jack and said "Not a lot a hair but a cock bush just
the same."  At this point I saw Father Michael pull off his jockeys with
his nice big balls and his cock was half hard.  I dove into the pool and did
laps as they watched me talking earnestly among themselves.

After I was done swimming and went back to the shaded area where they
were sitting, the two new playmates had already taken off there
swimming trunks.  There was no more pretense.  Ray spoke first and said
"Father Michael says you have better tasting cock cream than anyone.
Think you have enough for all of us."  "Won't know until we try?"  I
replied.  I got down on the blanket and Ray was first to get between my
legs.  He said to me "You have one juicy suck able cock there boy.  I can
almost taste it already."  I said to him  "Come on and give it a lick, you can
be my daddy."  He sure knew how to suck cock and when he finally did get
me off I came long and hard.  I just laid there after trying to catch my
breath and then Jack was  between my legs.

I don't usually have much trouble cumming a second time so I was not
worried that I could not do it.  He said "You are our milk machine, our
cock cream factory, can I also be your daddy and suck down your cock
juice." and he began to work my dick.  He sucked as good as Ray but the
difference was he stuck his finger up my ass as he sucked me.  No one
had done that to me before and this time I was the one begging him not
to stop rather than him begging me to let him suck my cock a little longer.
When I came I could feel myself clutch down on his finger as my ass
twisted inside with the spasm  spreading to my balls and shooting out of
my cock into his mouth.  He nursed on my cock for a long time after and
I found myself holding on to him and only reluctantly letting him go.

Now it was Father Michael's turn but he had me get on all fours and suck
on Jack's cock as Jack sucked on mine.  That was fine with me.  I felt a
sort of closeness to Jack after what we had done.  I felt the wet warmth
of Father Michael's tongue on my back and then it slid down to the crack
of my ass and he gently licked my asshole.  He used his hands on my ass
cheeks to open me up and I could feel his tongue trying to get inside me.
He could not enter me with his tongue  because either his tongue was not
strong enough or my ass was too tight.  His greased finger slid easily
inside me and again my ass was on fire with desire.

He whispered in my ear that he was about to enter me with his cock and
it might hurt but it would after a while feel a hell of a lot better than a
finger.  It took a lot of tries on his part and I don't know if I could have
done it without the pleasure Jack was giving to my cock but he got his
cock in me.  He really made me want to go shit but he would stop and Jack
would gently work my cock until I was ready to have him slide it in and out
my ass again.  I heard Father ask me "How does it feel."  I told sometimes
it really hurts but once in awhile it feels just great."  He said to me "I'm
so fucking hot I have to cum but I won't let myself cum until you do.
When I stick my cock all the way in you, I think it will be one of the times
when it will feel great for you.  That's when I want you to try to hold my
cock right there in that spot with the muscles in your ass.  If it makes
you want to cum, let it go and just ride that fucking cum."  I thought that
I experienced a once in a life time cum when Jack was sucking and finger
fucking me but it was nothing compared to the cum Father's cock helped
me to find.  I know I was hollering and moaning, I could feel spit running
down my chin but the only thing that was really important was the way I
was bucking on Father's cock and how deep I got Jack's cock down my
throat.  It seemed to go on forever and I hoped it would never stop.

It takes real work to get those really big cums and it seemed to take me
all afternoon for this one but it was fucking worth it.  I looked around at
my playmates everybody was happy, everybody was satisfied and
everybody was at peace.  When Father and I left Jack and Ray asked us
to come back but they knew as we did, when you've had something that
good you can never recapture it but only lessen a golden memory trying.