Date: Sat, 9 Jul 2011 12:50:03 +0100
From: Philip Burbidge <philipadrian@live.co.uk>
Subject: The Priest and the Choirboy  2     Adult-Youth   M/b

This story contains graphic sexual scenes between an adult male and a young
boy.  If such material offends you, or, is illegal where you live, read no
further!  It is entirely fictional and based on experiences as an adult and
wishful-thinking!  These activities should not be emulated or copied with a
minor.

I didn't intend writing a second chapter, but by popular demand, Father
Murphy and nine-year-old Philip are back!

Comments and feedback welcomed at  philipadrian@live.co.uk


Philip could hardly wait for the next choir practice and sex lesson with
Fr. Murphy.  Sunday was, particularly, difficult.  Fr. Murphy was
ubiquitous but untouchable.  It was not helped by the priest winking at
Philip and groping himself when no-one else was looking!

It was like waiting for Christmas.  But Wednesday evening, eventually,
arrived.  By the time it did, Fr. Murphy had had several hard, horny wanks,
thinking about the previous week's sexual activity with the little lad.
For his part, Philip had hardly been able to keep his hand away from his
cock, despite not being able to cum.  Just rubbing and squeezing it felt
good.

After choir practice ended, Philip fulfilled his duties as librarian and
put all the music away.  Then he lingered in Fr. Murphy's study cum vestry,
waiting for the horny priest to finish talking to Mr. Kent, the organist
and accompanist to the choir.

At last, Fr. Murphy arrived and judging by the tent under his cassock, he
was ready for action!  He locked the door behind him.

"Well, young man.  Ready for your second sex lesson?"

"Yes, Father!  My dick is certainly ready!" replied Philip and thrust the
small bulge in his school trousers at the salivating priest, before diving
under his cassock to reacquaint himself with seven inches of thick man
cock.

The priest sighed as he felt a pair of warm, wet, soft, young lips engulf
his cock and a pair of small, agile hands wrap themselves around his thick
shaft and fondle his balls.  When he looked down, all he could see was a
little head bobbing backwards and forwards on his cock under his cassock.
He ran his fingers through the boy's hair, then lifted up his cassock and
slipped his hand down the back of Philip's trousers, feeling and fingering
his arse and boycunt.

"What do we call this?" quizzed the priest.

"That's my boycunt. You said you'd like to stick your cock up there and
fuck me full of man spunk", replied Philip, proudly.

"Yes, I would, eventually, but, first, we must get you used to taking big
dicks up your tight, little cunt", said Fr. Murphy.

He had a plan.

"You see those candles over there," he said, pointing to boxes of various
sized candles across the other side of the vestry. "Choose a slim one, not
the tapers we use for lighting the altar candles.  And not the big altar
candles.  You could do yourself serious damage with those!"


They were two feet long with a diameter of four inches!  Philip chose a
fairly thin one.

"Good!" said Fr. Murphy, "Now take that home, and, when you're alone and
not likely to be disturbed, grease it up with this lubricant."

He fished a tube of KY jelly out of his cassock pocket and handed it to the
boy.

"Then ease it up your bum and move it in-and-out.  Each week exchange it
for a thicker candle, and when you've got used to fucking yourself with one
about the same size as my cock, we'll try the real thing.  We'll soon get
your boycunt ready for my man cock!  By the way, if you play with yourself
while you're doing it, it won't feel so weird – you might, actually,
enjoy it!  Will you do that for me?"

"Yes, Father." replied Philip, dutifully.

"Good!  Now let's get down to action!" said Fr. Murphy with enthusiasm.

He led the boy over to his desk and stood him on some big, old books, to
bring his arse up to man cock level.  Then he unzipped the lad's trousers,
pulled them and his underpants down to his ankles and had a good look at
his perfect, smooth little bum, before bending him over the desk and
spreading his arse.  Next, Philip felt a surprise, as Fr. Murphy stuck his
face between the boy's buttocks, put his tongue up his arse and began to
lick and suck him.

"This is called `rimming', he said, coming up for air. "Your boycunt tastes
really good!"

"But aren't bumholes dirty?  Germs and all that," asked Philip,
inquisitively.

"Not if you wash regularly and keep it clean," answered the horny priest,
whose cock was dripping with pre-cum as he wanked himself.

Then he stood the boy upright and turned him around.  Wanking his cock in
the lad's face, he said,

"That clear, sticky stuff coming out of my cock is pre-cum.  It's like a
lubricant.  It tastes good, too!"

With that, he stuck his cock down Philip's throat and fondled his little
stiff boycock and tiny hairless balls. When Philip had sucked up all the
pre-cum, Fr. Murphy pulled his cock out of the boy's mouth, lifted his up
by the hair and came all over his face.  Philip was gobsmacked as the
rampant priest just kept on spunking!

"My balls are empty now.  I needed that!" he sighed.


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Over the next few weeks, Philip practiced fucking himself with the candles,
increasing their girth, as Fr. Murphy suggested.  On Wednesdays, he
continued having sex lessons from the horny priest.  He became quite an
expert little wanker and cock sucker!

After six weeks, he noticed that the candle he had been using was about the
same size as Fr. Murphy's cock, if not thicker.  He mentioned this quietly
to the priest on Sunday, who salivated and said,

"Right!  On Wednesday, we'll try the real thing! Make sure your arse hole
is well greased."

The wait until Wednesday evening, seemed interminable.  Both man and boy
found it difficult to refrain from playing with their cocks. At last
de-flowering day arrived.  Philip was a little nervous. It was one thing
having complete control over a candle.  But quite another managing a
rampant, horny priest!  He prepared as best he could by liberally greasing
his arse.

When choir practice had ended and Philip had put away the music, Fr. Murphy
entered the vestry, locked the door behind him and slipped the key into his
pocket.  This was to allow Mr. Kent, the church organist, to watch the
proceedings through the keyhole.  Unbeknown to Philip, Fr. Murphy and
Mr. Kent had an arrangement. Both being horny pedos, if one of them
`scored', he would inform the other and arrange for him to secretly watch
any horny activities.  Many was the time that Fr. Murphy had secreted
himself in the organ loft, at Mr. Kent's suggestion, and watched him give
some little lad quite a different organ lesson from the one his parents
were paying for!  Next to sexing little boys, many pedos love to watch and
be watched while they are at play!  Fr. Murphy's desk, over which the
de-flowering was to take place, was in a direct visual line from the
keyhole outside which Mr. Kent took up his crouching position, cock in
hand, waiting for the action to start.

Mindful of Mr. Kent watching through the keyhole and wanting to put on a
good show, he went over to the desk, leant with his back to it, lifted up
his cassock, exposing his hard cock, sticking out of his boxer shorts and
said to Philip,

"Come and get it!"

He waved it at the boy, brandished it and slowly wanked it.

Philip scooted over, bent down, wrapped his small hands round the thick
prick and guided it into his mouth.

"That's it.  Get it nice and wet so it slips more easily up your boycunt,"
said Fr. Murphy, winking at the keyhole and slipped his right hand down the
back of Philip's trousers, fingering his arse hole, making sure he was well
greased up.

While the boy was still diligently sucking the pervert priest's cock,
Fr. Murphy unzipped Philip's trousers and pushed them and his underpants
down below his knees.  This gave Mr. Kent a perfect view of his cute little
bum. Also, for Mr. Kent's delectation, he spread Philip's arse, giving him
a perfect view, for the first and last time, of his puckered, virgin
boycunt.  Then he lifted his head by the hair, gently off his cock, turned
him round, bent him over the desk and placed his cock at the entrance to
the lad's hole.  Holding him firmly around the waist, he gave a sharp
pelvic thrust, eliciting a squawk from Philip, indicating that his knob-end
had violated the boy's anus.  Fr. Murphy paused before easing his cock up
Philip's rectum. There he paused again before beginning the familiar
in-out, up-down motion.

"So fucking tight and juicy!" he exclaimed breathlessly.

Watching from the other side of the door, wanking furiously, all Mr. Kent
could see, was the rise and fall of Fr. Murphy's cassock-clad arse.  His
imagination did the rest!

Just as Philip began to wonder for how much longer, he could take the
pummelling, Fr. Murphy began gasping,

"I'm going to cum!  I'm fucking cumming!"

With a sudden deep thrust, he began firing volleys of thick, creamy cum up
Philip's boycunt.

"Oh Yes!  Spunk!  Spunk!  Spunk!" he cried.

As he came, Mr. Kent whipped his handkerchief out and shot his load, as
well.  The show was over, so he quietly withdrew.

Meanwhile, Fr. Murphy paused, to recover his breath and ascertain that
Philip was okay and then, slowly, withdrew his red, steaming, cummy cock.

"I needed that!" he gasped, "You're no-longer a virgin. How does it feel to
have my spunk inside you?"

"It wasn't too bad!" remarked Philip, casually, "I want to keep your spunk
inside me as long as possible."

With that, he pulled up his trousers while Fr. Murphy unlocked the door.

"Same time next week.  Keep your arse greased, the discomfort will soon
wear off!"

Philip limped off home, proud that he was no-longer a virgin, had taken all
of Fr. Murphy's cock and had an arse full of man spunk!



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