Date: Thu, 9 Jun 2011 13:03:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: dws202 <dws202@yahoo.com>
Subject: Taking Father Mike: Part Two

This story is for readers 18 and over. If you like it, let me know.

dws202(dws202@yahoo.com)

Taking Fr. Mike: The Priest's Revenge

Fr. Mike had been conflicted ever since his encounter with Adam, the
aggressive altar boy, in the sacristy. On the one hand it made him hornier
than ever to think about it, and he had never felt such intense sexual
pleasure and release before in his life. On the other hand -- well, you
know. Fr. Mike's guilt got the best of him and he called his old friend and
fellow priest Fr. Andrew, and set up an appointment at Fr. Andrew's parish
to talk.

"Is this a formal confession?" Fr. Andrew asked me after I had settled into
the rectory. "No, not yet anyway, I just wanted to discuss something with
you first." I wasn't even sure where to start, but I had chosen Andrew to
speak with because we had fooled around a bit years ago while in seminary,
and I thought he would be at least a little sympathetic. He was also a good
ten years older than me, so I thought wiser as well.

I told him about the kid -- well, I left out a some of the salacious
details, thinking that wasn't necessary. Andrew listened carefully without
saying much, but afterwards asked me some very pointed questions about
whether I had done this before, how old Adam was (15), how he had acted and
responded, whether he had initiated things between us and how, whether he
was holding it over my head (definitely), things like that. I answered as
best as I could, despite my embarrassment. Andrew said he wanted to think
about everything I had told him and get back together sometime in the
future to discuss his thoughts. I wasn't sure if he was conflicted,
horrified, sympathetic, or what. As I left I started to regret not making a
formal confession -- at least then Andrew would be bound to secrecy.

Then again, it's best it wasn't a confession -- because I didn't quite
tell Andrew everything. Since our initial sexual encounter, the altar boy
had instigated sexual relations with me twice more. Adam's aggressiveness
-- cockiness, really -- had been surprising, and very much a turn
on. He had me over a barrel and he knew it. Unless I went along with his
desires, he could tell the whole world what we were doing and ruin me. I
didn't tell him this, but he needn't have bothered with threats -- I
would've done what he asked anyway, it just felt too damn good. We didn't
have much time for the past few encounters, but I discovered that he liked
me to suck him off while wearing my vestments, and the last time he had
even returned the favor. We were both extremely turned on and came quickly.

A few days later while celebrating a sparsely attended evening weekday mass
I was surprised and concerned to see Andrew in the congregation. I wasn't
really looking forward to following up on our talk, and he hadn't even let
me know he was dropping by. Worse still, Adam was serving the mass, of all
things. After the service ended and we went into the sacristy, I hoped not
to see Fr. Andrew. But before I could even unvest, I heard a knock and
there he was. He greeted us both and I introduced him, then we got to
chatting about church matters and small talk. Adam seemed uninterested and
started to clear things away, then said he would get ready and head
home. As he prepared to leave the sacristy, Andrew said, "So, I hear from
Fr. Mike that you're getting along very well here." The kid said sure, and
Andrew continued. "And you and Fr. Mike are getting along splendidly too, I
understand." Adam shot me a look, but unless you read into it, it was an
innocuous question. He said sure again, then tried to leave. Andrew stood
in front of him.

"I certainly hope you aren't thinking of doing or saying anything about
what you two have been up to in here," Andrew told the kid in his best
authority figure tone. Adam blushed deep red -- and so did I. Before he
could answer I started to stammer to Andrew that this wasn't necessary, but
he stopped me. "No, no, Mike, I've been thinking about this. A little
mutual pleasure is one thing, but I certainly can't condone anyone making
any threats about it. Now tell me the truth, young man," and Fr. Andrew
fixed his gaze on the kid. "Have you threatened Fr. Mike with telling
anyone about the things you two have been doing?" Adam looked down in shame
and nodded. Andrew led him over to the arm chair against the wall and
signaled for me to close the door, then sat down. Adam stood before him,
nervous, curious, and apprehensive. With a warm smile, Andrew ordered Adam
to take off his acolyte's vestments, followed by the clothes underneath. As
he slowly lowered his tighty white briefs, he stood naked in front of
Fr. Andrew. I watched from the other side of the room, transfixed, horny
and completely clueless as to how this would turn out. Andrew took Adam's
right arm at the elbow and gently lowered him face down over his knees.

I had expected a harder smack, but Andrew barely spanked the boy,
alternating mild swipes with stroking and massaging of Adam's round, fleshy
buttocks. Adam was clearly enjoying the scene as well as the sensation of
his hard prick rubbing against the priest's black pants leg. After a minute
of light spanking Fr. Andrew resumed his massage of Adam's ass, pushing
apart the creamy mounds of his cheeks and exposing the pink, puckered boy
hole. Andrew stopped to admire the sight, Adam heaving and gyrating his
hips, grinding deeper against the priest's lap. Fr. Andrew said, "What a
naughty boy you are, didn't you think Fr. Mike might want to see your
beautiful bunghole?" Andrew's finger massaged the sphincter while Adam
moaned, and I stood still, completely vested as if I had just walked up to
the altar, save for the raging hard on. Andrew stopped working the boy's
hole and sat him up off of his lap, then pushed him onto his knees in front
of the chair. He leaned back, unzipping his black trousers and pulling out
his enormous cock and began playing with himself. Adam stared at the
priest's prick while he stroked it. Then the priest moved up a bit in the
chair, grabbed the back of Adam's head and whispered, "Suck my cock, boy."
In a flash, Adam was bobbing up and down between Fr. Andrew's legs,
swallowing as much of the priest's huge cock as he possible could.

Andrew looked over and motioned for me to approach. I hesitated, not sure
what to do in my vestments and confusion, but the sight of the naked altar
boy servicing the older priest was making my cock rage with lust. As I
approached the chair standing over Adam, Fr. Andrew looked at me, and I
gleaned from his eyes what the priest had in mind. I lifted the hem of my
alb and chasuble, pulling them both up over my hips, unbuckled my trousers
and pulled them down along with my shorts. Adam, hearing me behind him,
stopped sucking Andrew long enough to turn around and see me. I lifted the
alb and chasuble again, exposing myself to the boy, and began stroking my
hard cock. Adam resumed servicing Fr. Andrew, and stuck his pretty white
ass as far up in the air as it would go. I knelt down and grabbed his hips,
staring at the winking pink boyhole in front of me. Then I dove in.

Fr. Andrew watched us, alternately ordering Adam to swallow his cock and me
to stick my tongue as far up the boy's bunghole as it would go. Adam moaned
and squirmed as I tongue-fucked his anus, slickening the virgin opening for
my cock. As I paused for breath, Fr. Andrew said, "Fuck him. Stick your
cock up his ass." I positioned my swollen member against Adam's wet hole,
and pushed in, keeping the vestments lifted up so I could watch my cock
disappear into his anus. Adam whimpered as more of my cock sank inside of
him, but pressed back against me. Finally my pubic bush was flat up against
his asscrack, and I let the vestments fall down onto Adam's back. I placed
my hands on his shoulder blades, and began to push my hips back and
forth. Though hidden by the silk chasuble, I could feel my cock sliding in
and out of Adam's hot, pulsating anal chute, even as he continued to
swallow Fr. Andrew's cock. Andrew watched me fuck Adam, his eyes gleaming
with lust, until he reached the point of no return. With a firm grip on
Adam's hair, he pushed the cocksucking altar boy down deep into his crotch
as he shot his load straight down the boy's throat. The sight of Adam
slurping the priest's cum drove me wild, and I started to fuck him even
harder. Once Adam had sucked every last drop from Fr. Andrew's member, it
plopped out of his mouth, and Adam, gasping for breath, turned around to
watch me, in alb and chasuble, buttfucking him. I yelled out as I felt wave
after wave of hot cum spurting deep into Adam's bowels, and didn't remove
my cock from his hole until the very last drops were spent.

Adam cleaned up and left before Fr. Andrew, a little dazed from the
experience but also looking satisfied. When Andrew took his leave, he gave
me a wink and said, "No need to confess this one either, eh, Mike?" I
couldn't agree more. Repentance is fine, but revenge definitely felt
sweeter.