Date: Mon, 2 Aug 2010 21:18:50 +0100
From: Ben Mc <ben6920@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: "my science teacher" 3

"Summoned to the school chaplain again

As Father O'Brien had instructed I turned up at exactly the same time as
the previous week, I didn't want to be late and get into any trouble.
This time I was in my gym kit as the Father had asked, which consisted of
white shorts, a white tee shirt and some black pumps. For PE the rules
were quite strict - no underpants - but you could wear a jockstrap, but
as I didn't have one I arrived at the chapel side door with nothing on
underneath my shorts.

I knocked on the side door of the chapel which to my relief was down an
alleyway and out of sight of anyone. Within a short time, the Father
opened the door and ushered me in, in that friendly way of his. "Don't
you look splendid in your PE kit, I expect you are very athletic" he
asked. I replied quite proudly saying "well I am in the cross country
running team".

The side door had led directly into Father O?Brien?s kitchen and he offered
me a cup of tea from a pot he had made already. I was happy to accept and
he then guided me into the study where I was surprised to see another old
man on the battered old sofa. He stood up immediately he shook my hand,
"Hello you must be Ben, I have been looking forward to meeting you, and I
have heard so much about you". I was immediately a little nervous as this
had caught me by surprise.

By his clothing, he wearing some kind of cassock, I could see immediately
he was another priest. He introduced himself as Father Michael and he
went on to tell me that Father O'Brien had told him about me breaking
school rules and that he was going to help me to get back on the correct
path.

He then went on to say that if I wanted to prove to the school that I had
improved my behaviour then I needed to listen to him and I had to do
everything he said - he seemed altogether stricter than Father O'Brien
and I didn't feel very comfortable in his presence. I looked across to
Father O'Brien and he immediately said "Listen to what Father Michael has
to say".

Father Michael sat down on one side of the sofa and beckoned me to sit
next to him by patting the area alongside him. As soon as I had sat next
to him, he moved closer to me so that our legs were touching from hip to
knee. I leant forward to put my tea on the table in an effort to move
away slightly but as I did so Father O'Brien sat next to me on the other
side. I was squashed in the middle of the two elderly gentlemen. Father
O'Brien quickly placed his hand on my bare thigh and Father Michael put
his hand on my knee. As they spoke both men massaged and stroked my legs
and rubbed their hands slowly up and down upon my bare adolescent skin.

Father Michael then gave me a very stern lecture about how naughty I had
been and how boys like me needed to be treated firmly but that there was
hope for me. All the time he was touching me, his hand sliding up and
down my leg. I was beginning to relax a little and not concentrate on
what he saying.

Father O'Brien then grabbed my tee shirt and I raised my arms as he
pulled it over my head. I was asked to stand up and as soon as I had done
so, both men starting pulling my shorts down so that I was standing there
wearing only my socks. Put your arms by your side Father Michael
commanded. "Now turn around." And so I faced away from both men. I could
feel their eyes pouring over my body, leering at me. Father Michael then
said to Father O'Brien "I think this young man has a good heart, but he
definitely will need some of my expert tuition. It?s a good job you called
me".

Then I was told to sit back down and as before Father O'Brien pulled me
over so my head lay in his lap. And as I turned, my legs naturally lay
across Father Michael who had now turned to face me. Father O'Brien then
pulled my arms back up over my head so that my hands could no longer
cover my naked body. Father Michael now turned and opened my legs to wrap
around either side of his waist.

I looked up at Father O'Brien to see him smiling slightly and when I
looked across to Father Michael he was staring at me very intently, so
much so I looked upwards at the ceiling as I felt quite uneasy in his
gaze. Father O'Brien moved from under me so I was now flat on my back on
the sofa, he held my arms back flat on the sofa so I couldn't move.

Suddenly Father Michael spoke and said "Lets have a good look at you" and
he grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs high up into the air pushing my
knees back over my chest, far enough so that now back was arching upwards
and my bottom was being raised into the air. It was not a comfortable
position for me. Then Father O'Brien grabbed my ankles while Father
Michael rubbed some cream on and around my exposed bottom. Now I realised
what was going to happen. He stopped rubbing cream for a moment while he
applied the cream on himself, then he applied some more, his fingers
pushing and sliding inside my tight little buttonhole.

Then Father Michael moved over me, he had slipped off his cassock, I
couldn't bring myself to look at him so I closed my eyes. Then I felt him
leaning on the back of my legs, my ankles hoisted high either side of his
head. He was squashing me.

I felt his cock probing my bottom, at first gently rubbing up and down
between my plump little cheeks, rubbing against my balls, then pushing
more urgently against my tight little buttonhole. Finally Father Michael
pushed his cock inside my bottom. Oh my god it hurt, it really did sting,
and I moaned briefly. I looked up at him and he was looking right into my
eyes, our faces were only a matter of 18 inches apart. He slowly pulled
out of me for a moment and it felt much better and I relaxed.

But a few seconds later he was pushing inside me again. Again it was
painful and I moaned once more and closed my eyes. "Look at me" he said.
Again he slowly withdrew but pushed inside me again almost immediately.
"Ahhh" I moaned. He whispered in my ear "Do you like my cock inside you?"
I hesitated but replied "Yes Father". What else could I say?

Now he started to push further into me. Backwards and forwards I could
feel his cock filling and stretching me. With each thrust my bottom was
slowly being filled with Father Michael's cock until finally he stopped
pushing against me. I think he had pushed his cock in as far as it would
go. "Good boy" he whispered down to me. I opened my eyes and looked at
him smiling at me, I arched my neck and looked up and to see Father
O'Brien smiling too. "Well done Ben" said Father O'Brien.

Now Father O'Brien let go of my arms and disappeared from view. By the
time he came back Father Michael had started to fuck me again and as his
cock was sliding backwards and forwards in between my cheeks, I could
feel his balls gently slapping against my bottom with each stroke.

I turned my head sideways and saw Father O'Brien now either taking
pictures or filming a movie, I couldn't really tell as I was pinned down
underneath Father Michael. Father Michael was now fucking me in a rhythm,
slowing down and then speeding up and slowing again, but eventually he
started to fuck me harder and faster and he started breathing more
heavily. I looked up and I could see him looking forward, he was getting
very hot, his sweat and saliva was even dripping on my face, but as I
couldn't move there wasn't much I could do.

Then he pushed his cock right inside me and remained quite still as he
came. He moaned loudly and I'm sure I could feel his hot sperm inside my
bottom filling me. He remained in the same position for a while before he
moved, smiling at me as he slowly pulled himself out of me. As he moved
back I was relieved to be able to finally bring my legs down. But he
stayed sat between my legs.

He then turned me over and spread my legs so my bottom was exposed.
Father O'Brien took some more pictures of me in that position, as I could
feel Father Michael's sperm dripping out of me down the inside of my
legs.

After Father O'Brien had stopped taking pictures, I lay back down on the
sofa to rest, once again on my back. Father O'Brien had slipped off his
clothes and as I looked up I could see his very large erect purple cock
swaying as he walked over to where I lay. He sat down beside me, parted
my knees and wrapped my legs around his thick waist. He moved closer and
pushed my legs back so that my knees were above my chest and my feet were
now resting on his chest. My bottom was once more exposed and I could
feel his fingers and thumbs exploring me and rubbing some more cream
around my sore bottom. He pushed a large thumb easily inside me while he
lubricated himself.

Then I could feel his large cock probing me and it slipped inside me
without too much difficulty. I had been well serviced by Father Michael
which made it easier to take Father O'Brien's even larger cock. As he
pushed himself in further I could feel his very large girth as he
stretched me even further. Although my bottom was now burning in pain,
when Father O'Brien asked if I was alright, I replied "I'm ok" in a weak
voice. He could probably see me wincing and he added "You are doing very
well".

Father O'Brien was very gentle with me but only in the sense that he was
fucking me very slowly so that I wasn't in too much pain. I was able to
close my eyes and start to think about the position I had got myself
into. I realised that while this was a painful experience, with these men
taking advantage of me in this way, despite all this I did like the fact
that they obviously liked me and enjoyed having me.

While I was thinking about all this I was starting to enjoy lying on my
back and being screwed by Father O'Brien's monster cock. Suddenly Father
Michael appeared, interrupting my thoughts, and whispered in my ear "Open
your mouth". I turned my head sideways on the edge of the sofa to be
greeted by the sight of Father Michael on his knees pushing his cock into
my face. I moved my head away but he placed his left hand firmly on the
back of my head and guided his cock with his right hand. His cock was
erect once again and it brushed against my nose and lips. I had no choice
but to open my mouth and he pushed himself inside. Very quickly he
started thrusting in and out of my mouth, every now and then he pushed
deep inside with cock hitting the back of my throat, whereupon I
immediately felt like throwing up.

Now with this turn of events, all of a sudden I had different thoughts, I
felt like I was completely helpless, like a rag doll, being thoroughly
abused by these dirty old men. My young bottom was being stretched open
by an extra large cock while at the same time I was being forced to suck
another man's cock. I did like Father O'Brien, despite him forcing
himself inside me, whereas Father Michael I didn't like at all, and
having no choice but to suck his cock was horrible. There was something
nasty about him; he seemed to take pleasure in inflicting pain on me,
particularly when he was fucking me.

These conflicting thoughts stayed with me, on one side I felt good about
myself, I was obviously attractive to these men and they certainly
enjoyed having sex with me. On the other hand I felt disgusted with
myself allowing these priests to force themselves upon me, abusing me.
But a small of part of me was enjoying the experience.

Meanwhile both men came in quick succession, Father O'Brien filling me,
my bottom receiving a second load of cum within half an hour. And as he
had his second orgasm of the afternoon, Father Michael was forcing me to
take his cum in my mouth but I managed to turn slightly, so instead he
ejaculated all over my face. I was a sticky mess and Father Michael spent
a couple of minutes spreading his cum all over my face with his cock.
"Open your mouth boy" he said sternly, I did as I was told and
immediately received his semi erect cock in my mouth. He kept it there
for a few minutes while Father O'Brien took some more pictures.

Then abruptly the two men went to the bathroom leaving me on the sofa. I
could hear the bath running, and then they beckoned me too into the
bathroom. The three of us then had a bath with me sat in the middle. Both
men washed and bathed me so I was very clean and as I got out both men
slapped my bottom sharply.

I was told to put my PE kit back on. As both men dressed it started to
become very obvious that Father Michael was the senior figure of the two
and he told me he was going to take charge of my affairs as he put it.
And he also said worryingly that "If I knew what was good for me, then I
would open myself for further instruction".

Before I left he whispered in my ear "I am going to make you a proper
little cock sucker". I was to visit him at his home after school the
following week for this further instruction.