Date: Fri, 29 Sep 2000 11:37:23 GMT
From: Philip Burbidge <philip255@hotmail.com>
Subject: The English Boy 22  (incest: MM/t)

This is, ostensibly, the story of the sexual relationship between teenage
boys and their fathers, other members of their families and itinerant horny
adults. It is an adult's fantasy looking back to a mythical past where he
finds emotional and sexual satisfaction between his father's legs and those
of most of his male relatives. It graphically describes sexual acts between
family members, which are pure invention - though grounded in personal
experience and wishful-thinking. It is an adult's story for adults.  The
'boys' included in the story throughout are, in fact 'disguised' adults
(i.e. me!) who fantasize about regressing to our early teens with what we
know now! It comes, therefore, with all the usual warnings.  It is not the
author's intention to incite or commend incest or sex with minors.  So if
such material is likely to offend your sensibilities, is illegal where you
live, or you are yourself under age, do not read further.

I welcome comments, observations and suggestions to which I will gladly
reply, especially from those who have similar tastes.  Thanks to all who
have sent messages, particularly the loyal band who offer their thoughts
and comments as each new chapter appears.  philip255@hotmail.com

Chapter 22 'Getting to grips with the priesthood'


Part 2

Alex was working in London all the following day, organising the various
family trips to far-flung parts of the world.  The incident with Peter,
then Joseph and Father Padraig had pushed the impending excursion to the
back of Philip's mind.  But he was still irritatingly intrigued as to what
it was all in aid of.  His father was as enigmatic as ever, but suggested
that his horny son's lust for family cock and the cause of incest in
general was likely to be furthered by this new audacious enterprise.

Philip caught the bus into town and arrived at the presbytery at 3.45.  He
waited for Mrs Robbins to leave before nonchalantly sauntering up the path
and knocking on the door.  Padraig let him in and the door was barely
closed before their hands were on each others' cocks.  They kissed and
groped and fondled one another for several minutes before the priest led
him upstairs.

"Is Father Hugh in?" asked Philip nervously remembering that two priests
lived in the house.

"Yes, but it's okay.  Don't worry about him."

Philip felt himself swept up in the priest's strong arms and carried along
a broad wood- panelled corridor.  Obviously, Father Padraig's guilt had
evaporated and he had decided he might as well be hung for a sheep as for a
lamb.  He was taken into a big room with a high ceiling with a very large,
high brass bed in the centre.  He was plonked on the bed and immediately
the priest clambered on top of him, pressed a knee between his legs,
forcing them apart and began to grope his crotch and kiss his mouth
aggressively.  Father Padraig had his lust up!

They ripped each other's clothes off and were soon stark naked and writhing
around on the bed.  Philip sucked the priest's juicy hard cock
enthusiastically and thrust his bum in the air exposing his arsehole to let
it be known that he was hungry for cock in that orifice too.  Padraig
rubbed his hands roughly over the boy's body, sending thrilling shock waves
through his body.  He paid special attention to the boy's bum, his genitals
and his face around which he aggressively wiped his cummy cock, leaving
strands of precum on his pretty face.

Without any warning, he pushed Philip on to his back, his head falling over
the edge of the bed.  He thrust a pillow under the small of his back, then
lifting his legs high and wide, he pointed his wet, glistening cock-head at
the boy's small closed arsehole.  He paused for a moment, enjoying the
spectacle of the young smooth lad, completely at his mercy, his legs spread
for the priest's sole pleasure and held his throbbing cock at the gate to
his quivering boy-cunt.

"Want some man-cock up your boy-pussy, do you, eh?" he said loudly, "Do you
want me to shove my dick up your arse?  Let's hear you beg for it!"

"Yes, please, Father.  Push your prick inside me," squeaked Philip, "I need
your cock.  Please, I need it.  Give it to me!"

"Well, here it is!  Here's my big, hard, horny cock to fill your boy-cunt!"

With a lustful grunt he thrust his tool into the boy and they both groaned.

"That's what you've been wanting, isn't it?  You little cock-slut.  Take
Father Padraig's cock all the way up!"

Philip was mildly surprised that the priest had taken to talking dirty so
quickly and so loudly, but as he enjoyed it, too, there was absolutely no
problem!

"Yes, Father.  Give it to me!  Get your fucker up me!" he chirped merrily
joining in the fun

>From the outset, Padraig fucked Philip energetically.  The boy's head
thrashed backwards and forwards under the priest's onslaught.  He found
himself licking his lips as his arse was pounded, imagining a thick cock
being forced in his mouth.  He sucked on the imaginary cock, thinking of
the times his dad and granddad had taken turns filling his willing
orifices.

"So, one cock not good enough for you, eh?" panted Padraig. "Like another
one, would you, to fill that open mouth of yours!" he added salaciously.

"Oh, yes, Father.  I want your cock in my arse and mouth! Yes, Father, fuck
me harder!"  he replied lashing his own small dick.

"Well, it can be arranged!" And with that Padraig banged twice on the wall
above the bedhead.

This was obviously a prearranged signal and explained his loud, dirty talk.
Within five seconds the door opened, and Philip, who could only see the
doorway upside down from his recumbent position on the bed, saw Father Hugh
enter. His cassock was hoisted above his waist and his left hand already
masturbating the thickest dick that he had ever seen.  As he slowly walked
towards the bed, Philip saw that it wasn't particularly long - probably
just over six inches - but baseball-bat thick and accompanied by a pair of
full, heavy, hairy balls!

Philip had only seen the grisly old priest once before at a school assembly
and would never have had him down as a boy-fucker.  Father Hugh was, in
fact, only in his early fifties, but his grey curly hair that was thinning
on the crown, and the round muscular face reminded his parishioners of a
middle-aged wrestler.  He was bulky and stocky, and judging by his hairy
legs, he had a good mat of hair all the way up to the top of his chest.  On
reaching the bed, he forced his cock down the boy's throat.  The boy
struggled to accommodate the massive cock-head but was helped by the angle
at which his head was dangling over the edge of the bed.  Father Hugh was
able to slide his cock down the youngster's throat until the fulsome
bull-balls slapped against his chin.  The two priests watched intently as
each fucked their respective orifices.  Philip was in heaven, as he was
aggressively filled with cock.  After an indeterminate period of time,
Father Hugh pulled his prick out of Philip's mouth, and kneeling across his
head, thrust his heavy balls into his face and mouth, and let his cassock
cover his head.  In the sweaty darkness, Philip was aware of nothing but
cock and balls: cock pounding his arsehole, and fat spunk-filled balls
filling his mouth.

Time passed magically for all three.

Then Padraig said, "Do you want to have a go up this end, Hugh?"

And the two priests swapped places.  Philip moaned loudly as the older
priest fed his great fat sausage up his arsehole, forcing his arse walls
further apart than they had ever been required to go.  Meanwhile, Father
Padraig brushed and slapped his prick across the boy's face, plunging it in
and out of his mouth, and masturbating it violently into his cheeks. Philip
also wanked his cock with one hand while the other clawed and scraped at
Father Hugh's hairy chest. He pinched the older man's nipples which
provoked sharp wave of pleasure to travel across his body and up his cock.
Hugh was soon shagging with deep, deliberate thrusts, his furry belly
slapping against the boy's upturned buttocks.  His round heavy balls swung
wildly between his legs, bouncing off the boy's lower back.

The rutting tempo increased and breathlessly, Padraig announced that he was
going to cum.

"I'm going to shoot, Hugh.  I going to fucking shoot!"

"Go on, Padraig, go for it!  Fucking shoot!  I want to see you spunk over
his face!"

Padraig backed off slightly, giving the intoxicated Hugh a bird's-eye view
as his throbbing red knob spewed out thick necklaces of white spunk that
splashed all over Philip's face.  Some went in his mouth, some on to his
outstretched tongue, more dripped down his chin and across his chest.  As
Padraig emptied his bollocks, Hugh threw back his head, half-closed his
eyes, and groaned loudly as his own sperm gushed into Philip' well-buggered
boy-pussy.

"I'm cumming.  I'm fucking my spunk into a young altar boy!  I'm fucking
cumming, Padraig!" he gasped.

"Shoot it, Hugh!  Pump him full of man-spunk!  That's what the little
bastard needs!"  bawled Padraig, enthusiastically encouraging his boy-cunt
fucking colleague.

The boy moaned as the fat cock jumped and expanded in his arsehole.  Then a
great surge announced the arrival of great rockets of spunk that shot right
up his back passage.  As the priests' orgasms subsided, Philip felt free to
release his own load, happy in the knowledge that his mouth and arse were
overflowing with man-spunk.  It shot into the air and landed in the pools
left by Padraig's spunk, and the two mingled together.

Hugh pulled his prick out of Philip's ravished rectum with plop that made
him squeak, and stripped off his cassock.  Padraig threw back the duvet and
hauled Philip into the middle of the bed.  Then the two priests lay down on
either side of him, drew back the duvet and crushed him between their hot,
sweaty, naked, hairy bodies which they rubbed rhythmically up and down
against him.  They kissed and rubbed their faces against his, and feasted
their hands on his young flesh.  Philip reveled in the attention and bodies
of the two rough priests who passed the boy backwards and forwards between
them, turning him over for a while, then turning him back.

It was only a matter of time before the sex-starved priests' cocks
indicated they were ready for 'seconds'.  Father Padraig was the first to
revive.  While Philip was busy kissing and cuddling Father Hugh, he felt
Padraig's hard cock slide back up his arse, amply lubricated with Hugh's
spunk, and he started a slow, sleepy fuck.  Celibate they may have been,
but they were certainly making up for lost time!

"Are you back up him?  Are you fucking him again, Padraig, you randy
bastard!" crowed the older priest, kissing Padraig's dried spunk off
Philip's face.

Philip embraced him and braced himself against Hugh's powerful chest to
absorb Father Padraig's thrusting.  For some time, the young priest
buggered the boy, gradually picking up speed as he neared his second
spunk-up in an hour. Philip aggressively kissed the older priest, enjoying
the rasp of his stubbly chin and clawed at his broad, hairy chest.  Hugh's
cock was stiff again, too, excited by his colleague's rutting and the
passion of the boy's kissing.  He thrust his tongue down Philip's throat
and stuck his dick between his legs and thrust the cockhead into Padraig's
bollocks which sloshed back and forth as his cock ploughed the young
rectum.  Hugh also took pleasure in fondling Philip's cock and balls, and
holding Padraig's balls as he fucked the boy.

"What a horny little boy you are.  Let Father Padraig shag you, then I'll
put my big thick sausage back up your tight little arse and fuck you full
of spunk!" he crooned.

The dirty talk and Philip's obvious enjoyment excited Padraig and with a
deep sigh, he emptied his bollocks again inside Philip's boy-cunt.  He
lazily withdrew his spent cock, and gently rolled the boy on to his left
side to give his partner-in-sodomy easy access to the vacant hole.  Hugh
was quick to respond, easing his rolling pin of a fuck stick back up the
boy's arse, and Philip felt his arse walls part again with its progress up
his rectum.

"Now it's my turn, my little cock slave!  Does that feel good, eh?  Taking
all my cock up you, let's see if we can get it all right in, and my
bollocks as well.  All nicely greased with mine and Father Padraig's spunk.
Soon you're going to be even more full of man- spunk!"

Father Hugh was really getting in the part, and I was seeing a new side to
his character.

This time Philip clung to Father Padraig for support as Hugh slowly built
himself up to a second orgasm.  He couldn't remember the last time he had
cum twice in a row - and certainly not up a cute thirteen year old's arse!
Philip felt the graze of his hairy chest and stomach on his back as the big
priest moved in and out of his fuck tunnel.  He was being ground like corn
between two millstones.  Hugh's second orgasm wasn't as violent as the
first, but he still released a warm flood of hot semen into Philip's
grateful arsehole.

Pumped full of man cum, Philip brought his own cock to a second orgasm,
shooting spurts of boy spunk over Father Padraig hairy stomach while the
two men rubbed themselves against him and whispered obscenities in his ear.

"Good boy, show us your spunk.  Come on, shoot your cock.  Shoot you
fucking cock.  Let's see your boy-spunk.  We've fucked the spunk out of
you.  Cum for Father Padraig and me!"

With this sixth orgasm, the three of them collapsed in a heap together in
the bed.  Philip snuggled down between the two heavy, sweaty priests and
they fell asleep, exhausted by their lust for one another.

They woke up one by one some sixty minutes later.  Philip sat up between
the two men, not sharing their wonderment that they were stark naked in bed
with a young boy whom they had both just vigorously sodomized.  Then it was
confession time.

Plagued by guilt, after leaving Joseph's house, Father Padraig had returned
to the presbytery and confessed his sins to Father Hugh.  He was still in
shock as he explained how he had been 'assaulted' by a thirteen year old
nymph and sucked off while he witnessed a teenager doing exactly the same
to his grandfather. Father Hugh felt his own heavy meat respond to this
account and allayed the younger priest's conscience by owning up to his own
sexual fantasies and pecadillos.  The two priests had sat up long into the
night, drinking whisky and talking through their thoughts and fears.  It
ended when Hugh requested a graphic retelling of the fellatio that Philip
had performed on Padraig under his cassock and the two horny priests got
out their cocks and masturbated together to a satisfying climax.

"Right, young man.  Now you've got some explaining to do," began Father
Hugh.  "How is it that a boy of your tender years can suck cock and take it
up the arse like a street whore?"

Philip then explained how he had been having sex with his father for many
months now and had taught him all he knew - with subsequent help from two
uncles and two grandfathers.  The two priests listened incredulous as the
little lad sitting between them nonchalantly recounted his sexual
adventures with various members of his family.  He then explained his
relationship with Winston and Leroy and that what Father Padraig had
witnessed was the carefully planned seduction of Joseph in order to satisfy
Leroy's lust for his granddad.

"But this is incest!  Male man-boy incest!" uttered Padraig, still in
shock.

"Em!" agreed Philip, "It's great!  I love it!  I still prefer my dad's
prick and spunk, but granddad's and my uncles dicks taste good, too!"

"You've tasted all their cum and they've all fucked you?" asked a wide-eyed
Hugh, trying to come to terms with what he was hearing.

"Oh yes!" replied Philip enthusiastically, "We have brilliant family orgies
when I get to take three or four family cocks in my mouth, up my arse and
everywhere!  I love incest- spunk, but I've enjoyed today, as well.  It's
the next best think to incest.
  And, after all, I do call you both 'Father'"

"It's filthy, perverted, disgusting!" muttered Hugh, fingering his cock
under the duvet.

"It most certainly is!" agreed Padraig, "I've never heard of such
depravity!" and he, too, found himself absent-mindedly fondling himself,
"No wonder you could take Father Hugh's fat dick up you with hardly a
squawk!"

"It certainly explains his expertise!" commented Hugh, recalling the
delicious ease with which his very thick prick had slid up the boy's fuck
tunnel.

They were now overtly masturbating themselves under the covers and Philip
was enjoying being sandwiched between the two hairy, sweaty, horny priests.
He threw back the duvet exposing three hard cocks; two juicy man-cocks
gripped by strong fists and his own stiff pricklet sticking up between his
legs.  He reached out with both hands and took over wanking the priestly
cocks.  They eagerly surrendered to the boy's touch which left them free to
stroke, grope and caress the silky smooth young body trapped between them.

"I don't believe this is happening!" sighed Padraig.

"Are we going for a third spunk-up?" asked Hugh.

"We are if this little cum-slut has anything to do with it!" Hugh replied,
resigned to the insatiable adolescent's sexual demands.

Philip continued to masturbate the two men while they occupied themselves
taking turns kissing and caressing the young cherub. When there was no
doubt that they were, indeed, heading for a third shoot-out, the
masturbating became more vigorous.  Philip then leant over and took Father
Padraig's cock in his mouth which exposed his ravaged rectum to Hugh's
lustful eye.  As he gorged himself, once more, on cock, Hugh knelt up on
the bed and brushed his heavy, thick cock up and down the lad's crack and
teased his boy-cunt with the cummy cock-head.  To his own suprise, Hugh
found himself parting the boy's arse cheeks and pressing his face between
them.  He thrust his tongue up his loosened rectum, tasting his own spunk
that he had so recently shot up there.  He replaced his tongue with his
cock and for several minutes, the two priests watched each other intently,
getting as much pleasure from seeing their colleague being pleasured as
pleasuring themselves up the young lad's juicy fuck-holes.

"Let's shoot our loads over him!" gasped Padraig, "I want to see you spunk
over him!"

"Okay!" replied Hugh, "Let's time it so we shoot together."

They pulled out their pricks and laid the boy down in the middle of the
bed.  They knelt either side of his head.  Cocks in hand, they wanked their
dicks hard, the piss slits brushing against his cheeks leaving gossamer
trails of precum behind.  With their free hands, they took turns
masturbating the boy and feasting on his young flesh.

"I'm nearly there, Hugh!  "I'm fucking cumming!"

"Me too, Padraig!  I'm gonna shoot!  I'm going to fucking shoot over this
depraved little angel!"

"Right!  Now!  Let it rip, Hugh!  Let it fucking rip.  Loose your load!"
bellowed Padraig as the first wave of spunk leapt from his prick and landed
on Philip's nose.
  It dripped down on to his top lip and into his open, panting mouth.

"Ooh! I love to see you spunk!  Here's mine, Padraig!  Watch me cum!  Watch
me cum!"  and he unleashed another thick stream of man-cum over the boy's
face.

Ten seconds later, and after several jets had been lustfully aimed at their
young quarry, the boy's face was drenched in spunk.  He continued to wank
his dick as the priests emptied their bollocks over him.

Having satisfied themselves, they turned their attentions to the boy.  He
was obviously nearing orgasm when Hugh bent over and took his boy-cock in
his mouth.  The priest's strong wet mouth on his cock made Philip moan
loudly.  As he started to shoot, Hugh withdrew the spunking cock slightly
from his mouth, so that Padraig could see the boy cum while he could still
catch the boy's spunk in his mouth and taste it.

"That's it, Hugh!  Suck him off!  Taste his schoolboy-spunk!  Swallow his
cum!" yelled Padraig enthusiastically.

Philip's body twisted wildly from left to right in the throes of his
orgasm.
  Padraig held him down firmly while Hugh plunged his mouth back over the
spunk-glistening cocklet until the boy's orgasm had subsided.

"You want to be careful, Hugh" laughed Padraig, "You can get addicted to
schoolboy spunk!"

'Yes,' thought Philip, 'But I know where he can get a steady supply!'
thinking of his new friends Justin and Jason - not to mention his younger
cousin, Peter!

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To be continued in Chapter 23 when the final arrangements are made for
Philip's trip to the Middle East and Peter gets to tell his story.

The above chapter contains many of the writer's own fantasies of having sex
with a priest.  Sadly, I did not have the opportunity to indulge such
pleasures when a choirboy myself.  If there are any clergy who would like
to fill this hole in my boyhood education, I would be delighted to hear
from you!  Discretion guaranteed.  Philip255@hotmail.com