Date: Thu, 9 Jan 2003 19:45:57 -0200
From: fernandobuddy2002@globo.com
Subject: Father Joel - Part 1

Things at home started to be different now. My once so distant father
became more concerned about me. He'd spend more time with me watching TV,
playing games and even going fishing once in a while. Mom must have noticed
that our relationship was better because she said we looked happier. Maybe
she was saying this because she must have sensed some change in my father,
the way he acted now that he had someone to fuck and get his rocks off, I
don't know. All I knew was that I was having the time of my life. The night
my father fucked me for the first time will be always on my mind and
although we have fucked many, many other times, it is that first time that
always comes to my mind when I think about him. After that night when my
father treated me like a whore we became more comfortable with each other;
whenever we were alone we acted like lovers and I always loved when he
hugged me from behind, pressing his crotch on my butt. Many of our
lovemaking always started that way, he'd come and hug me without any
intention of something more than a hug, but we'd wind up with him fucking
me in his bedroom, in the garage or in his car.

I remember one day when we were going fishing and as soon as we left the
main road and he turned onto one secluded trail he asked me to suck him off
while he kept driving. I unzipped his shorts and gave him one helluva
blowjob but before he came he stopped the car, made me get rid of my shorts
and straddle him. He spat in his hand and spread it in my ass hole and soon
I was lowering down onto his cock while se parted my cheeks. I had to work
a little until the head slipped in. I whimpered as he entered me, but soon
I was able to lodge his whole meat inside me. He opened his shirt and I
felt his hairy chest rubbing against my back. He started the car once again
and I hold onto the wheel and started to go up and down on his pole. He
kept saying that I was hot and that my ass was very tight. "Son you've got
a hot asshole and I'm still astonished by how my cock fits in your tight
ass. If I was told about this I wouldn't have believed it how your ass hole
being so tight and yet open enough to let me slip in." He held me tight and
kissed me on the back of my neck making me shiver all over. At first I felt
a little discomfort, his fat cock stretching my butt without mercy, but
soon enough I could take it with no problem at all. I did all the efforts
but he would choose to drive the car over mounds and holes just to make
sure his cock would really drive home. When, again, he was about to cum he
stopped the car, grabbed me by the shoulders and began to help me up and
down on his fucking pole that, by now, was slimy and could find its way
inside my butt until only his balls were out. He would pull me down hard on
his cock, holding me still for a moment and then start all over again
rhythmically. "Yeah, baby, ride my cock, ride daddy's cock, make me cum in
your ass, daddy is gonna fill your butt with his cum, sweetie, yeah...keep
doing this I'm almost there, baby...uuurrgghhh, yeah, I'm cumming...I'm
cummiiiiiinnnnng..." I felt him tense and start grunting, a sort of animal
grunting, then relax and start jerking when his cock erupted in my bowels.
He forced me down on his rod and held me there until his cock stopped
throbbing. He was panting and I could feel his breath on my neck. When he
was OK I slowly disentangled us and let his cock slip out of my ass as I
contracted my sphincter to prevent his cum to leak, even so some of his
jism trickled down his cock to his balls. We dressed ourselves again and he
drove the rest of the way to the river where I could bathe and clean
myself. My father never again had to go looking for another woman to fuck,
I was there for him whenever he needed me, as so were my uncles. Later,
months later, my father agreed in making a gang bang with my uncles, but it
took a while to convince him that he would enjoy and we sure had a great
time together and I intend to write about it soon, but first I have to tell
about Father Joel who was the next person who fucked me and I'm following
the events in the order that they happened.

Father Joel was a hunk of a priest, at least I thought he was. The first
time I saw him, I mean, paid attention to him, I felt my legs falter me
because he was of such a masculinity that messed with all my emotions. It
wasn't sex only and stuff, it was something more, like he was the hunter
and I was the prey, like we were meant for each other. Of course all this
things didn't come into words as I'm putting here. He had a king of
magnetism that drew me to him. He was a big man, of course he had to be to
affect me the way he did because that is the type of man that turns my
knees into water and I think it has to do with my father and uncles since
they are all big men. He grew a thick and beautiful beard, which he kept
trimmed and clean, and I placed him around 45 to 50 years old. He would
walk to and fro in his cassock and I would picture in my mind what his body
would be like without all those garments. Once or twice we were close
enough for his scent to find my nostrils and I was inebriated by his odor,
a mix of cologne, smoke, sweat and chewing gum, all put together. From that
moment on I knew I wanted to be involved in his arms and be rocked by
him. Of course there was this mythical aura of him being a Priest that
should prevent me from daydreaming and picture him with the bright colors
of lust, but that worked as a plus for me. I used to picture him as a
lonely man, without the comfort of sex and having no other way to relieve
himself, but using his hands or other artifacts. I used to see him in my
mind's eyes burning with desire, but unable to do anything due to his vow
of celibacy. And in my fantasies I was the one who, surreptitiously, would
sneak in his quarters and fulfill all of his desires.

I didn't like much to go to church, but my mother used to go every week and
after seeing that sin of a man I didn't complain much when she dragged me
along. Since it is common for little boys to help the priests during the
service I was invited a few times to help Father Joel to conduct the Mass
and afterwards to help him to put away all the utensils used in the
service.  Even though I fantasized with Father Joel I never really thought
of going for it the way I did with my uncles and daddy. I'd never dare that
for fear of being cursed or whatever, but that day, when we were putting
away the holy objects I couldn't quite reach one of the shelves where they
were supposed to go. Without me asking but seeing that I was having trouble
accomplishing my task Father Joel simply stood behind me and finished for
me. It was a simple thing but he stood there behind me, blocking the way so
I could not get away until he backed up. It didn't take long but in that
fleeting moment I felt the heat of his body and his cologne scent and it
was all that I needed to begin daydreaming. We finished what we were doing
and he said that now I needed to confess my sins before he blessed me to go
home. My mother was waiting for me but she said it was Ok since that was an
every day ritual for catholic people from childhood. He took me to the
confessional which was separated by a thin wall and a kind of porthole and
there he started to ask questions such as if I had sinned that week
swearing, lying, bad thoughts and so on. I said that I had sinned with some
bad words and bad thoughts too. He then asked me if I had any kind of
thought with sexual connotation. I was silent and he said that I could tell
him because he was the one who could forgive me, and besides, he added,
nobody else would know that; it was our secret. I had an instant
inspiration and said that I was having weird thoughts about sex but didn't
comprehend them very well. He asked me what kind of weird thoughts I was
having and I told him, after making him swear that it was only between him
and me, that I was thinking a lot lately about making sex with men. He was
silent for a while and then asked me how old I was. I told him I was twelve
almost thirteen. "When you think about making sex with a man what exactly
are you two doing?" "Well", I lowered my head as if embarrassed and said in
a low voice, "many things! Sometimes I am sucking his cock, then he is
sticking his cock up my butt." I covered my mouth with my hand, "Oh, I'm
sorry father, I shouldn't be saying this words here." "That's Ok, son, I
asked you and you answered. But tell me, when you have theses thoughts, are
they pleasant, I mean, do you like the idea of playing around with a man?"
I was getting hot now 'cause I knew the path this conversation was leading
to. I said, "Y-yes, Father, I like it very much and that's why I don't
understand them very well because I was told that this is wrong!" I could
feel his eyes boring into me and waited for his reply. "It's Ok to feel
this way at your age, son, but I will have to talk to you another day. For
now you are forgiven, pray 3 Hail Maries and 2 Our Fathers and come back
here next week. I'll tell your mother that your services will be needed
after the Mass and that I'll drive you home afterwards. Is that Ok with
you?" Of course that was Ok with me, alias, it was more than Ok, it was
just fine! I went home and since it was Sunday we had a big lunch with my
uncles coming over and all.

During the week I was fucked by Uncle Pedro in the bathroom one day (he
fucked me dog style and jacked me off until I came and then he gripped me
tightly and started to thrust his cock with an intensity that startled me
and began to shoot) and on another one Uncle Jonas made me give him a head
job. He placed his large hands on both sides of my head and slowly pumped
his hips as he became hard. I swallowed his tool and felt his silky flesh
slide deep into my throat. I felt him getting harder and hotter as he
continued to pummel my mouth. I could feel his balls slap my chin as he
fucked my face. The first blast hit the back of my throat, the second and
third were quick and powerful and hit the roof of my mouth. The fourth
splashed across my tongue and the fifth and six slid down the back of my
throat.  But Sunday finally arrived and there I went to the church with my
mother. Since everything seemed to be arranged, after the service we
proceeded to put the things away again and, this time, Father Joel acted a
little bolder because as soon as we cleaned everything he said he needed to
relieve himself and opened the door of the small toilet. He didn't close
the door and with his back to me he began to piss a strong and noisy
jet. He shook his cock and turned to me still fumbling with his black pants
that he wore underneath his black robe. He smiled at me and said that one
of his needs he'd taken care of and invited me to follow him to his office
that was behind the church. As it happens with most of the churches the
building was big and full of poor lit corridors. He put his hand on my
shoulder and we started walking slowly down one long corridor. He said that
he thought a lot about what I had told him in the confessional and,
carefully, he asked if I wanted to try out the things I fantasized about.
At that moment we stopped and he made me turn to face him. I couldn't quite
see his face due to the few lights overhead and being him so tall, but I
could indeed feel his masculinity involving me, his presence instead of
intimidating me made me feel protected and there was his loneliness
also. He looked at me and tentatively, maybe afraid of scaring me away, he
added, "Of course this is a conversation between you and me only, you
understand? I'm just asking you this because maybe you wanna find out if
it's like you imagined. But I have to tell you that you must not tell
anybody, anybody, mind me, about this. If you agree with me it's something
that no one can hear a word about it. What do you say?" That was all I
wanted to hear, but I shouldn't let him know that I was hooked already
because I wanted him to expose himself to me, like I wanted to know what he
really wanted from me. "But who would let me touch him? I don't know
anybody." I said innocently. "If you want I can let you touch me."  "You?"
I cried out loud. "Shhhhh, son, yeah, if you promise not to tell anybody I
can help you." He said looking down on me and he always called me son. "But
you are a priest, I never thought you could do that." He smiled and said
that before being a priest he was a man and because he was a priest he
couldn't do what all the other men usually did. "But, once in a while, I do
need somebody to make me feel better, you know. I am a lonely man with no
girlfriend and it is very difficult to help others when we are unhappy.
That's why I'm talking to you about this, I help you with your fantasies
and you help me in my needs and nobody needs to know nothing about this,
Ok?" "Ok, but what do I do?" I asked. "Have you ever seen a grownman's cock
before?" "Yeah, my daddy's." "Do you wanna touch one?"  "Yeah, please,
Father." He opened his robe right where we were and took my right hand and
placed it on his crotch. He was not hard yet but I could feel the bulge
underneath the fabric. "Yeah, son, you can touch me the way you want. I
locked the door and nobody will disturb us here. Do whatever you feel like,
it's your chance to make your fantasies come true." I rubbed his crotch
slowly and squeezed the bulge that started to grow under my hand. I
unzipped his loose, black pants and they fell to the ground allowing me to
see his big bulk of a body dressed in white cotton shorts. Now I could see
the shape of his dick throbbing under his undies. "Yeah, son, go ahead, do
whatever you want, we've got time." He said and now his voice had some
quality that denounced lust. "But my mom..." I started, but he said that
she knew it would be a while before he took me home. "Touch my cock, son,
it's all yours." I couldn't resist! I put my hand on the waistband of his
underwear and lowered it slowly, his cock sprang out and stood before my
eyes, hard, uncut with the skin peeled off revealing a fat, really fat,
mushroom head, which was throbbing. It wasn't as long as daddy's, although
it wasn't small either. My father and my uncles had long cocks, but Father
Joel's cock was fatter than theirs, my fingers did not meet when I wrapped
them around his meat. I was hypnotized and rooted to the floor, but then I
reached with both hands, placed them on each of his strong legs, almost
touching his butt, and leaned forward placing my mouth over the flared head
of his cock. He gasped and jerked almost falling if it was not for the
wall. He then leaned on the wall still holding his robe open, giving me
more room to do my job. His taste was delicious and he smelled good too. I
took his member in one hand and with the other I hold his heavy balls. He
had a hairy crotch with big balls full of cum, ready to spit out. I licked
the tip of the big mushroom head, opened my mouth wide and tried to swallow
what I could, which was only half-way in because it was too thick. He
gasped again louder and hissed through his teeth. "Oh my God, son, that
feels good! Ahhhh, I think I won't last long." He whispered and moaned. I
was ravenous and there was a large piece of meat for me to take hold, so I
licked his shaft down until I reached his balls. He spread his legs and I
sucked them good, one at a time, licking them all over and then going up
lapping on the underside of his pole until I reached the head again and
buried my face on his crotch, making his thick cock disappear inside my
mouth. I knew that Father Joel had come to his limit. Maybe due to his lack
of sex and my expertise he came right then and there, letting his milk gush
into my throat. When I took him in I let go of his balls and grabbed him by
the butt with both hands and held him there a little longer so he could
enjoy the sensation of his cock buried deep in my throat and then he
started to shake. He let go oh his robe, grabbed my head with his hands and
kept me glued to his crotch while he babbled some words. "Jesus, Mary, holy
shit, suck my cock son, yeah, I'm gonna cum now..." His breathing
increased. Sweat was running off his forehead and he started spurting his
hot cum in my mouth. It was hard for me to breath because his bulky cock
was completely buried in my mouth. The first squirt hit the back of my
throat and was followed by three others. He let go of my head and I could
draw back a little without taking his cock out of my mouth. Just then I
swallowed his spunk, tick and creamy. I licked his cock until it was clean
and looked up at him. He was slumped against the wall, breathing hard,
trying to keep standing. He was completely spent and I think a little
surprised too because he didn't expect me to be that helpful. He
straightened up, slipped his cock back into his shorts and once again
became the solemn and respectful priest that I knew. He bent a little
towards me. "Son I... that was the best thing someone has ever done to
me. Are you Ok?" He ran his hand over my face, caressing me tenderly. "What
you did for me now is something that no one ever did and I can tell you it
was the first blowjob I ever got." I was flattered! "Do you want me to do
it again Father?" "If I want son? Of course I do, but not today because I'm
not that young any more and I need some time to recover myself. Let's go to
my house so we can drink something and I'll take you home, but I want you
to promise me that you'll come here next Sunday when we can be together
again." I nodded affirmatively with my head. "But don't forget that you
can't talk about this with anybody." He, then, pulled me into his arms and
hugged me lovingly while he tousled my hair. "From now on you're my buddy
and we'll have many, many good times together. I'll take care of you." He
lifted my face and then placed his lips on mine, kissing me tenderly. For
the very first time I was kissed full on the mouth by this handsome man and
that awoke something in me that messed up with my head. "Come, dear, let me
take you home."