Date: Sat, 5 Jul 2003 23:11:42 EDT
From: SLIPMAHONEY57@aol.com
Subject: "MEN OF MASH" (Part two)       (celebrity)

OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION based on FICTIONAL characters.
"MASH" is produced by Larry Gelbart and copyrighted by 20th Century Fox Studios.
Unzip and enjoy!                                          "Well, if it isn't
Father Mulcahy, " Hawkeye chuckled, as he opened to door to admit the lanky
priest. "What brings you here, Father? Here to preach about Sodom and Gommorah?"
 At that, the bespectacled, 50-something priest rubbed the solid bulge behind
his fly and grinned. "No, Hawkeye, " Fr. Mulcahy replied , "I'm here to join
the fun...you and Radar were havin' too much fun for two guys, so I thought
you might allow me and a friend join in!" Hawkeye looked puzzled, as did Radar.
"A friend?" Radar stammered. "Who's here with you, Father?" At that, the
priest motioned to someone who was standing out of sight to his right, and both
Radar and Hawkeye watched as none other than thier pal B. J. Hunnicut appeared
out of the shadows.
    "B.J.!!", Hawkeye exclaimed, draping his arm around his studly pal's
strong shoulder. "Don't tell me you were out there watching me and Radar get it on
with Fr. Mulcahy?" At that, B.J. grabbed his fat cock through the bulging
crotch of his pants. "Well", B.J. laughed, "I sure as hell didn't get this hard
thinking about Hot Lips!"    Hawkeye snickered, and, before he could reply, Fr.
Mulcahy whispered into B.J.'s ear, and both men pulled back thier pants legs,
revealing gartered socks. "I saw this was a formal occassion," Fr. Mulcahy
explained, "so I went back and dug out these for myself and B.J.!"

              "Man, Hawkeye, " Radar observed, his stubby cock once again
pounding his his cum-soaked boxers. "This looks like it's gonna be a night to
remember!"  Hawkeye gave Radar's little ass a playful slap. " Yeah, Radar, " he
replied, as he felt his lanky dong throb in his sweaty boxers " Looks like we
three 'civilians' will have to show the good Father here what erotic thrills
await him if he renounces celibacy!"
Hearing that, Fr. Francis reached into the fly of Hawkeye's shorts and fondled his
stiff cock. "You're too late, Hawkeye," Fr. Francis told him. " I may be a
priest, but I have needs just like any other guy......one day I'll tell you
about all the hot ass I grabbed when I was back in the seminary!"
                                                                     B.J.
Hunnicut was already slipping off his sweaty shirt and unbuckling his belt.
"C'mon, guys," he chuckled "Some other time we'll hear confessions...right
now.....LET'S GET DIRTY!!"
                                  In no time, both B.J. and Fr. Francis had
stripped down to thier underwear, and Radar and Hawkeye felt thier cocks pound
anew. Without a word, B.J. dropped to his knees, and started licking the
outline of Hawkeye's rigid pole through his sweaty boxers. Then Fr. Francis put his
arm around Hawkeye's shoulder, and slipped his eager tongue into Hawkeye's
mouth.  Hawkeye moaned as he reached around to rub and squeeze the bespectacled
priest's round, firm ass through his sweaty boxer shorts.

                       Then B.J. pulled Hawkeye's drooling cock out of his
sweaty boxers and started licking the clear lube from the angry-looking head,
before opening his mouth wide and swallowing the throbbing length of his
handsome buddy's steel-hard love-pole. Hawkeye felt his churning balls tingle as he
watched the cock-throbbing sight of B.J.'s sexy mustache melt into the thick
black hair that sprouted through the fly of his shorts. "OOOOOHHHHHHHFUCCCK,"
Hawkeye moaned. "Now I see why they call you 'B.J.' "!

   Radar then pulled out his stubby, drooling dong and started grinding it
against Fr. Francis' round, boxer-clad buns. The horny priest gyrated his manly
ass against Radar's pounding cock, as he and Hawkeye continued to deep-kiss.
                            B.J.'s strong hands slid up and down Hawkeye's
long, hairy legs; fingering his sexy garters and rubbing and squeezing his
tight, firm butt through his sweaty shorts. Hawkeye was in total bliss when B. J.
took Hawkeye's cock out of his mouth, and started rubbing his bristly mustache
up and down its pounding length.
 By this time, the well-rounded seat of Fr. Francis' undershorts was
splotched with Radar's sticky lube. So caught up in the moment was Radar, that,
without hestitation, he whispered into the priest's ear. "Father, I have to confess
I have long fantasized about fucking a priest...may I ?"
                                                Fr. Francis stopped
tongue-fucking Hawkeye's mouth just long enough to reply, " My ass is yours my
son.........enjoy!"  Radar wasted no time in pulling down Fr. Francis' lube-splotched
boxers, and the priest's thick, meaty 10-inch cock swung out, jutting out
obscenely out its thick pubic jungle. B.J. stopped sucking Hawkeye just long
enough to put Radar's cock in his hot mouth to get it good and slick. Radar loved
how hot B.J.'s mouth on his hard dick..................
                               "MMMMMNNNNNGGHHHHHHH", Fr. Francis moaned as
Radar's stubby fuckrod started penetrating his tight hole. The hairs of his
sweaty crack tickled Radar's hard shaft, sending a hot jolt through his cum-laden
nuts. Radar thrust foward, burying more of his cock between the priest's sexy
asscheeks. And, as B.J. continued to suck off Hawkeye, he wrapped his fingers
around Fr. Francis' massive prong and slowly started jacking it.

     Now Radar's bulging balls were up against the priest's round butt, and
gripping his waist, Radar started to pump his fat shaft in and out of Fr.
Francis' sweaty backside.  "MY GOD!!!" Fr. Francis growled, as he felt Radar's cock
slamming in and out of his hairy ass, while B.J's strong fist continued
jacking his massive, priestly pud.                       "Fr. Mulcahy, I have to
say, french-kissing a priest while another of your pals sucks you off is
something EVERY MAN, Catholic or not, should experience!"  Fr. Francis did not reply,
he was too busy sucking on Hawkeye's probing tongue, while his firm hand slid
into Hawkeye's shorts to rub and knead his tight buns.
               "JESUS CHRIST!!" Fr. Francis moaned, as B.J.'s hot mouth
switched from Hawkeye's cock to his own, looking down to see that sexy, masculine,
mustache-framed mouth wrapped around his fat, throbbing cock.
                                            Radar was now in an ass-fucking
frenzy, his horny mind reeling at finally, after all these years, realizing his
fantasy about royally humping a hot priest's tight, hairy butt. Radar's hairy
nuts smacked against Fr. Francis' quivering buns as he continued to slam his
pounding cock in and out of the priest's hot ass.
                       As Benny Goodman's "One O' Clock Jump" played over
Hawkeye's radio, the sounds of masculine, guttural grunts, groans, and moans
filled the humid air, already rich and gamey with the manly smells of sweat,
after-shave, and free-flowing lube. B.J.'s hot mouth was working overtime on Fr.
Francis' fat monster, while his hand madly pumped Hawkeye's throbbing dong.

As if cued to do so, all four men shot thier sticky, steaming loads at almost
the same time. Fr. Francis Mulcahy's fat cock exploded in B.J's hot mouth; his
thick load of hot Catholic cum flooding the sexy stud's cock-taxed mouth with
jet after jet of molten spunk. The priest's spasming asshole clutched madly
at Radar's prostate-pulverizing cock, and Radar cussed a blue steak as he felt
his nuts blow . "YEAHHH, FATHER.....TAKE MY HOT LOAD...YEAHHH..UP YOUR HAIRY
ASS...OOHHMANNNNNOOHHHFFUUCCKK!!" Radar plowed in and out of Fr. Francis' manly
ass, his hot cock spewing gobs of thick jizz deep inside the handsome
priest's tight rectum.
                                  "OOOHHHFUCK, B.J, " Hawkeye moaned, as his
his handsome buddy's fist pumped his fat cock. "YEEAAHH, PAL...GONNA
SHOOT...FUCKIN' SHOOT MY HOT LOAD ALL OVER YOUR
KISSER...OOOOHHHHHHHAAUUGGHNNNNNNNOOHHFFUUCCKKK!!!"                       Hawkeye hit a massive, nut-bustin' climax,
and his lanky love-pole spewed hot, thick jets of sticky spooge all over B.J.
Hunnicut's handsome face, splattering his sexy-as-hell mustache. Fisting his
own throbbing cock, B.J. finally hit his peak, and his big, thick, beer-can
cock started spewing jet after jet of hot cum all over Fr. Francis' hairy leg and
his gartered sock. Cum was flying like crazy, and the humid air was rich with
the gamey, sexy scent of hot masculine sweat and fresh jizz.
                              As the four spent men slowly came down off
thier sexual highs, the pole-mounted loudspeaker outside crackled and fizzled, and
suddenly blared into life. "ATTENTION! ATTENTION!  WOUNDED SOLDIERS WILL BE
ARRIVING WITHIN THE NEXT HOUR..........ALL DOCTORS BE PREPARED TO STAND BY FOR
FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS!!" Hearing this, Hawkeye, Radar, and B.J. knew they would
give there all in helping the incoming wounded, hopefully bieng able to
prevent any loss of life. And Fr. Francis knew he would be there to give spirtitual
guidance as well as comfort. As the four men hurriedly stuffed thier sweaty,
cum-soaked cocks back into thier sweaty shorts as they rapidly dressed,
Hawkeye  had to crack " Gee, why is everybody takin' off so fast......was it
something I said??"                                                  "A priest cannot
lie, Hawkeye, " Fr. Francis answered as he pulled on his pants and buckled
his belt " Not to worry, this WON'T be the LAST time we enjoy a little private
camaraderie!" Hawkeye grinned, swatting the priest's trouser-covered ass as
they made ready to dash over to the O.R.     .             THE END Hope you guys
enjoyed! Comments are always welcome!!