Date: Sun, 19 Feb 2017 19:20:29 -0500
From: Robbie Robot <lostinspace1966@protonmail.com>
Subject: SEAMUS SERVES PART TWO

Seamus Serves Part Two
© Van T Z Boi 2017.

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(From Part One)

       Seamus positioned himself over the slim tube of man flesh.
       Father Jerome woke up to what the boy proposed.
       "No, no," he muttered weakly.  To be continued
       Seamus sank down on the slick slim pulsing pencil that was Father
Jerome's cock.
       "No, no, no," Father Jerome sighed more than protested as he felt
the warmth envelop him, his cock pulsed and throbbed and the years fell
away as he felt the now hot heat of the swallowing sheath that now consumed
his cock, consumed his lust, relegating his fears and concerns as his long
suppressed primal urges took over.
       Seamus grinned as he felt the familiar surging take place inside his
love tunnel, his brother and cousins and uncles had done much the same once
they had penetrated him and he moaned as the slim glans touched his lovenut
for the first time. Father Jerome felt the twitch and instinctively moved
his hips so he could repeat the touch, it produced a greater response this
time and he fucked the tight boypussy with several swift thrusts which sent
swirls of pleasure though both himself and the young altar server. Both
groaned in unison as similar pleasures were exchanged and experienced.
       "Oh fuck," Father Jerome blasphemed as he felt the wonderful
sensations course though his aged sexual nerves, now revitalised as the
young boy began to bounce gently up and down. "Oh so slow and oh so nice,"
moaned Father Jerome as Seamus began the slow movements he liked, the ones
that gave him the most pleasure. Too often at home his relatives only
wanted one thing; to take their personal pleasure often at the expense of
Seamus's wants and here in the quiet kitchen Seamus saw his chance to get
as much as he gave, he was being truly Christian as he wanted to make sure
Father Jerome also enjoyed their coupling.
       Father Jerome stretched out his legs making it easier for both of
them to enjoy the sweet sensations but Seamus now felt the priests clothing
rub uncomfortably against his naked skin, he was more used to skin to skin
contact and the rough cloth scratched at him. Abruptly he pulled himself up
and slid down the straddled legs. Father Jerome groaned opening his eyes as
the pleasure he was so enjoying stopped so quickly.
       "It's okay Father," Seamus smiled up at the confused face, "sorry
but your trousers are so rough they hurt," he explained as he tugged the
worn cloth downwards. Father Jerome realising what the boy was about raised
his body upwards as Seamus first of all pulled down his trousers and then
his careworn baggy briefs that had seen better years than days. Now his
scrawny body was exposed, the still hard cock pulsing almost upright was
the straightest he had seen it in years, the saggy ball bag hung down
beyond the chairseat, swinging to and fro with the motion caused by
Seamus's movements. His lanky whiter than white legs almost gleamed in the
thin light and Seamus looked up from the muddle of his clothes pooled
around his ankles, a beaming lustful grin beaming from his face.
       "Now we can do it," Seamus climbed back on the now exposed lap,
climbed back on the curly grey hairs and even better climbed back on the
priest pole.
       "Ohhhhh," they sighed together as the lost warmth and heat returned
to both of them. Seamus reached behind his back and gently caressed the
scrawny sac that held Father Jerome ball's; they squidged between his
fingers and Father Jerome groaned as his nerves squidged with newly
discovered joy. Now Seamus began the slow up and down movements; adding the
squeezing of his inner pussy boy muscles to add to both their pleasure. Now
and again he rocked from side to side as well as back and forth as the
throbbing cockhead rubbed against his nub sending those delightful shivers
up and down his spine. Father Jerome was also enjoying the rediscovered
sensations of having a hot pussy around his cock, something he thought he
had given up for good when he had been posted to serve in a closed convent
where he only spoke to the nuns through a wooden grille when they sat down
to eat. Over the years he had grown used to the solitude and the lusts of
life had been replaced with earnest prayers. It had misdirected the problem
and eventually Father Jerome had been content with his lot, even the rare
trips outside to visit family had not produced situations to make him
uncomfortable nor provided lust fuelling events. Family wedding,
christenings and funerals had followed in normal haphazard fashion. His
progression through the priesthood had now resulted in his current posting
as assistant to Father Strand, the bishop had indicated that he would one
day succeed Father Strand as parish priest but so far the aged cleric had
basked in rude good health and they had co-existed together now for some
years with Father Strand supremely in control of the parish and Father
Jerome had been kept well in the background.
       Seamus commenced to bounce heavily now, he felt his orgasm arriving
and wanted to pursue it. Father Jerome groaned and moaned and twitched as
he felt the hot pressure on his cock, the boys heat increased and he
marvelled in the amazing fervour and the increasing tightness that gripped
his cock and sent his own passion into a volcanic path. Seamus bounced
higher and higher, taking Father Jerome's cock to the extreme edge before
thrusting down harder and heavier making the armchair groan just as heavily
as Father Jerome did. Faster now and with a determined look on his face
Seamus gripped the arms of the chair so he could pummel Father Jerome `s
cock with his pulsing boy pussy, weaving his body so that the stiff length
hit his little passion button in just the right way. Seamus's world began
to spin, the hot itch demanded the special scratching that was needed and
Seamus was now a whirlwind of boyish endeavour as he writhed and wriggled
as only a well versed boywhore could. Their sighs and moans were
synchronised now especially when Seamus sank down on Father Jerome's now
hot fuckstick, Seamus worked hard at scratching his internal itch, his body
now a thrusting squirming machine and Father Jerome had to hold on tight to
the boys' waits as he felt the boy would spin off his lap and he
desperately wanted his own release. Seamus now gave a series of guttural
groans as his pussy pulsed faster and faster and then he squeezed Father
Jerome's cock with a huge wrench as his dry cum rattled his teeth.
       "Urg, urg, urgh ,uuurrrgggghhh," he yelped as the heat ran through
him and he sank down panting heavily on Father Jerome's lap his itch for
the moment at ease. Father Jerome tenderly stroked Seamus's silky back as
he continued to gently thrust his cock inside the hot glove, feeling
Seamus's passion slowly subside as his own continued to demand release. For
a few precious moments Father Jerome managed to contain his urge whilst
Seamus's orgasm slowly subsided and the boy's breathing returned to normal.
       Now Father Jerome felt the need to address his own lust, Seamus
roused himself as he felt Father Jerome's persistent probing inside him, he
knew what he had to do and he first started by using his muscles rather
than moving his body, he was still in the last throes of his dry orgasm and
he wanted to savour every precious moment of the exquisite pleasure but he
knew his duty. Father Jerome tried to thrust upwards from the armchair but
his ancient body was not energised enough. It was Seamus who took the
action needed.
       The boy slipped up and off the pulsing rod and looking around the
kitchen found the slightly damp towel. Quickly he placed in on the tiled
floor in front of the open range and lay back looking at the priest who was
watching lustfully. Seamus lay back and opened his legs wide and placing
his hands under his back exposed his pulsing boypussy to Father Jerome's
sight; with a guttural cry the priest pushed himself of the chair and knelt
between the open legs. Seamus took the steel hard pick shaft and placed the
f drooling tip at his entrance. Father Jerome needed no other invitation
and he almost fell on the boys as his cock slid back inside the hot furnace
that was Seamus's heaven. Now the ages dropped from his shoulders as he
began to pummel the hot maw that contained his holy organ. Back and forth
and side to side he bounced, pranced and pounded, the lustful vigour of his
youth once again returned to his passion filled thrustings as he violated
the swallowing boypussy that more than contained his passion. Grunting and
panting he slid his cock in and out and once Seamus had mastered his rhythm
the boy made sure that good contact was made with his little boy nut; this
time they fucked together in a primal unison. Father Jerome oblivious to
Seamus's desire and need fought only for his own release, thrusting his
organ like a well oiled piston in the wondrous boyhole that welcomed him
and squeezed him and caressed him. Faster and faster their rhythm rose, the
rate rising to orgasmic climatic state as at last Father Jerome saw the
finish line. He felt the long unused tubes open with a sweet sensation as
his seed, the first in a long time begin to flow and pulse and then rocket
upwards and then downwards into the boypussy fertilising that which would
now bear fruit but yielded the ecstasy of absolute climax. Seamus too had
worked his pussy well and as the last thrustings of Father Jerome's cock
began to lessen also managed to reach his own dry cum, a second and most
welcome boyish delight as he felt himself shiver and tremble rocking the
spilling seed inside his body; together they panted and sighed and moaned,
Father Jerome now kissing the boy with spent passion his tongue gentle and
loving inside the boys mouth. At last Father Jerome gave a loud sigh and
settled down on the soft body underneath him. Past memories of old such
couplings sending more pleasant thrills through his body.
       Father Jerome lifted his head and kissed Seamus softly on the moist
lips, "Thank you" he sighed and kissed the boy again. Seamus grinned and
squeezed the shrinking cock inside him, Father Jerome groaned as he felt
the intense pleasure but he knew he was done. He had never know such an
energetic and responsive lover in his time and in his youth he would have
quickly risen to the challenge but not today, not this morning. Carefully,
reluctantly he eased himself out of Seamus's pussy and lay beside the boy,
the warmth from the open range wafted over him and he felt an inner peace
long denied him. Groaning slightly he pulled himself up, his age was
returning and he felt it along his legs which complained as he stood up.
       Suddenly he thought about where he was and what the time was,
guiltily he checked the kitchen clock, it was alright, Father Strand not
know for stirring early was probably still sleep, a mere twenty minutes had
elapsed and there was plenty of time to clean up after the shenanigans of
the morning. He checked the clothing and turned the items over, there was
still a touch of dampness he could feel. He looked down and the naked youth
and felt that stirring again at the sight of the ravished youngster, `if
only I were twenty years younger,' he thought to himself and held out a
hand to the smiling boy,
       "Another cup of tea?" he suggested and Seamus nodded.
       "I'll get it," the boy almost leapt to his feet and as Father Jerome
sat back on the armchair Seamus set about renewing the teapot. Father
Jerome watched delighted as the naked youth worked away and pointed to the
battered tin on the drawer.
       "Biscuits too" he grinned and then they sat as they had before, the
naked boy on his still unclothed lap as they drank their tea and munched
several biscuits. Seamus finished his tea and looked down at the priest's
flaccid dick.
       "Oh I haven't cleaned you off Father," Seamus said putting down his
cup and quickly kneeling between Father Jerome's legs. Father Jerome
relaxed against the back of the armchair, his half finished tea in his hand
as he relished the sensation of Seamus's tea heated tongue lapping across
his cock and then he groaned as Seamus sucked the tip inside his hot
mouth. Slowly his cock came back to life, it thickened and stiffened and a
dribble of pre-cum, the sweet pre-cum that Seamus loved to lick and swallow
and taste inside his mouth was suckled from his tubes. Seamus persisted and
soon a good flow of the sweet mixture was extracted from Father Jerome's
tubes. Father Jerome sighed and moaned quietly as the boy sucked away at
his stiffening organ. He lay back in his own personal heaven, sipping his
tea and tenderly stroking Seamus's ever quickening bobbing head. The
sighing gave way to groaning and muttering as his passion grew and grew as
his re-energised gonads had already sprung into action. Inactive for some
years the spheres were now bursting with renewed vigour and Seamus could
feel the heat as the long unused balls began the everlasting task of seed
preparation. Oblivious to this Father Jerome was simply enjoying his first
blowjob in years and he was well aware just how good a cocksucker little
Seamus was proving to be, the boy was ravishing his cockhead with his taut
little tongue, rasping the tip across his tip and along his cock ridge,
delving in under the rim and sending little thrills of delight soaring up
and down his sensual nerves. Under used for years they were proving to be
well up to the task of creating further lustiness within his ancient body
and Father Jerome was so aware of his sperms boiling away readying
themselves for their ejection. His nerves waxed and waned hot and cold as
the shivers or electric tremors danced along his limbs and torso and
creating a halo in his eyes round his head, an orgasmic brightness of
sunshine splendour. Seamus bobbed quicker and quicker as he felt the signs
of impending seeding, soon he knew the salty stuff would invade his mouth
and he wondered if it would taste good, Father Jerome's pre0cum suggested
that he would not be disappointed.
       Father Jerome sighed and writhed as he felt his passion rising and
rising, the boy was bringing him to heights he had never experienced. `Such
an amazing mouth and tongue,' he thought s he felt his balls being cooled
by Seamus's licking and sucking and then the boy returned to sucking away
at that special itch at the tip of his cock. Seamus kissed and licked and
slavered away at the throbbing glans and shaft, sucking down the sweet
globules as they were released. Father Jerome started to thrust himself
into the sweet lips and grunted as he felt it start, Seamus quickly sank
down on the pulsing pole and began the frenzied sucking and swallowing
motion which he knew worked the best. Father Jerome cried out as he felt
the bursting movement from his balls and placing his cup down now held
Seamus's head between his hands as he bent over and thrust deeply up and
off the seat of the chair as he blasted his sperms deep inside the
suctioning swallowing mouth and throat. A further deep guttural moan and it
was over, his cock spat its final spray of saltyness into the hot mouth and
then swiftly went limp as the blood rushed down to the overworked balls to
help re-energise them into procreation. Father Jerome collapsed back on the
armchair and sprawled limp as Seamus gently finished cleaning up the spent
sperms that leaked from the limpid sausage.
       "Oh fuck that was so good," Father Jerome found his voice was
shaking as he spoke to the air above Seamus's head and he found the energy
somewhere to caress Seamus's head. Seamus kissed the cocktip, it did not
even pulse of twitch and then stood up and kissed Father Jerome on the
mouth. Father Jerome tasted the traces of his own sperm and recalled it
still tasted good he could not remember the last time he had tasted his
own, that was so very far in the past. He kissed the boy back and running
his hand down the silky torso found the slim hard stiff pencil that was
Seamus's cocklet. He pulled at the cocklet and Seamus gladly mounted the
chair and kneeling on the arms placed his dicklet at the priest's
lips. Swiftly Father Jerome swallowed the offering and sucked even more
swiftly at the hard gristly finger. Seamus moaned and sighed as he felt the
old man's rough edged tongue caress his cocklet, peeling away the foreskin
to get at the soft bud inside and squealed with joy as the tongues found
his bud and slicked at it. Father Jerome repeated what had been done to him
with as much vigour as Seamus had and in a few sweet minutes he had the boy
shuddering as he had yet another of this delightful boy dry cums and he
swallowed several times in succession as the boy peaked thereby providing
Seamus with a wonderful boyish boyjob that sated him more than any of his
relations had ever done. As he sank down on the figure of the priest he
hoped that they would do this again, somehow getting up so early for mass
did not seem such a chore and he hoped to be serviced again when he served
next time.
       "Oh lad, you are a marvel and that's a fact." Father Jerome stroked
the boy and then he caught sight of the clock. "Oh quick boy, up, up look
at the time. Oh my Lord if we are found," he shook his head as sense
returned. Father Jerome stood up dropping, Seamus onto his feet, as the boy
dressed in his now warm as toast and dry clothes Father Jerome yanked up
his briefs and trousers and dressed himself. Together they cleaned up the
kitchen, quickly washing the teacups and saucers and the bowl and minutes
later the kitchen was a clean as it had been before. Now they tackled the
church and the sacristy, putting away the vestments and clearing away the
mess that Seamus had made when entering. "Good job boy," Father Jerome
stroked Seamus's head and with his hand on the boys shoulder walked him
through the church to the side entrance.
       He stooped to kiss the boy, it seemed apt to do so, he would worry
about his conscience later. As his lips met Seamus's he felt a tremor run
through him and he knelt down and kissed the boy heavily, Seamus replied
with much the same fervour.
       "Father your hard again," Seamus said excited and Father Jerome felt
the touch of the small hand around his member. "We can do it again Father,"
Seamus was already throwing off his clothes. Aghast Father Jerome knelt in
the porchway as he watched Seamus move the St Peter's pence bowl to one
side on the porch window shelf and then place his ragged shirt and shorts
on the cold tiles. His eyes opened wide as Seamus now sat on the shelf and
leaned back and raised his open legs. The sight of the pulsing boy pussy
was too much for him, all reason left him as he dragged his trousers and
briefs down and with his cock stiff and hard and eager leading the way he
approached the naked boy, his eyes never leaving the pulsing rosette that
awaited him.

       End of Part Two

       To be continued.....................................

(If you liked this then please have a look at my other stories in the Nifty
prolific authors list under V for VanTZBoi .  For those of you who are
asking for the non nifty stories I am still in the process of gathering
them, they have been lost as my old computer is beyond help now. If you
have copies of these lost stores then do please send them, some kind
readers have sent some of them already but there are some missing still.
The new email address is lostinspace1966@protonmail.com. Van T Z Boi)