Date: Fri, 27 May 2016 15:01:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: Erin Boy <erinboy_98@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Lottery (Revised)

The following story contains descriptions of sexual acts between various
people, sometimes of the same gender, not always as willing participants. If
this type of story bothers you, then do not read it.  Some parts of
it are true and other parts are imagined. I'll let you guess which
is which. The names have been changed to protect the innocent along
with the guilty. If you want to comment on this effort you can
write to me at erinboy_98@yahoo.com.

                            The Lottery

                            Part 1 of 3

Danny was a good kid.  The nuns had always said that if he would only
apply himself he could succeed at anything.  Now, two years out of
high school he found himself with no job, married, with a kid on the
way, and living in a basement room in his folks' house.

At least his folks weren't charging them any rent until he got another
job.  He had been making eight-fifty an hour working for his Uncle John
doing interior painting, but the business hadn't been that great and he
got laid off.

Cheryl had a job waitressing and made good tips, but once she started to
show they let her go.  Now she was eight months along and spent most of
the day in the cellar bedroom where at least she could escape the August
heat.  She was really uncomfortable and bitchy to be around.  Danny
couldn't even get comfortable in bed with her now because she was so
heavy the whole bed sagged in the middle and he kept rolling over onto
her.

And the whole sex thing was out of the question.  Danny hadn't gotten
laid since about her third month.  She said it could hurt the baby and
besides what was the point, she was already pregnant.  She had bought the
whole line about sex only being to make babies.  A good Catholic girl,
she had listened to everything Fr. Sullivan had told them when they were
going for their pre-Canna instruction.  If she only knew what Danny knew
about Fr. Sullivan.  But that was a secret that Danny could never share
with her, or anyone else.

They had gone together to the three sessions at the rectory, and Fr.
Sullivan had talked to them about the sacrament of matrimony in a way
that made it seem holy in a way that only two souls in love could
understand.  Neither of them ever thought to question the idea of an
unmarried priest giving advice on how to have a long and happy married
life.   Especially with Fr. Sullivan, Father Bill as Cheryl called him.

Father Bill was the youngest priest to have served at St. Joseph's as long
as anyone could remember.  And all the kids loved him because he was like
a big kid himself, tall and gangly with curly brown hair and sparkling
blue eyes.  He coached the boy's basketball and went on retreats with the
scouts.  A lot of eighth grade girls had dreams of becoming a nun so they
could run away with Father Bill and give themselves up to God in some
foreign mission.
But Danny didn't know Father Sullivan.  His family was not from the same
parish and he and Cheryl did not meet each other until they went to the
public high school.  Danny fell in love with her Freshman year, but never
asked her out until the Spring.  They wrote to each other all that
Summer. Danny was working as a junior counselor at a camp for
handicapped children and Cheryl went to the Cape for the Summer where her
folks own a cottage.  They were both lonely apart from each other and
when school started up again they started going steady.

Mostly they just went to the movies or hung out with friends, but a few
times they had done some necking when Cheryl had a babysitting job.  They
would sit on the couch with the lights down low and Danny would put his
arm around her and put his hand on her chest.  She liked that and would
put her hand on his and hold his hand there while they watched TV.
Junior year things started to get a little more serious once Danny got
his license.  Now they began to go parking and making out in various
places where kids went.  But they never went all the way.  The most Cheryl
would let Danny do is take off her top, and her bra and kiss her
breasts.  She loved it when Danny sucked on her nipples. And Danny loved
it too.  It was almost enough to satisfy him, having one of her tits in
his mouth.  He felt safe and happy, like a baby with a pacifier.

Sometimes they would go a little further.  If he was really good,
Cheryl would take it in her hand and jerk him off, catching his stuff in
a kleenex she kept ready.  But she would not let him put his fingers
inside of her.  That was off limits until they were married she said.

And so they decided to get married after graduation and made the
appointment with Father Sullivan for the classes.   Though they were
young they had plans and they told Fr. Sullivan how they would work and
save towards getting their own house.  In the meantime they would rent.
Fr. Sullivan talked about how they must respect the church's teaching on
contraception and that they must not use anything that would prevent the
gift of a baby.  If God smiled on them and gave them a family then that
is what God had planned for them.  Danny and Cheryl agreed that they
wanted to have kids someday but would not be in a hurry if it didn't
happen soon.

After they completed the classes, Danny forgot about Fr. Bill.  He also
wished he could forget about the wedding and left it up to Cheryl to make
all the plans with her mother and her sisters.  So he was surprised when
he came home one night and his mother told him that Fr. Sullivan had
called and to call him back.

He dialed the number at the rectory and the housekeeper, Mrs. Cassidy,
answered the phone.  He listened while she hollered up the stairs for Fr.
O'Sullivan.  She called him O'Sullivan because she had grown up in
Ireland and that's the way she was.

When Fr. Bill answered the phone he asked Brian if he could come over for
another talk, perhaps Saturday afternoon.  Danny said he would have to
check because Cheryl was supposed to be looking at wedding dresses, but
Fr. Bill told him that this would be just for the two of them, man to man
so to speak, could he come by at three?  Danny agreed and thought no more
of it.

On Saturday he arrived at the rectory a little before three and Mrs.
Cassidy ushered him into the kitchen.  "Fr. O'Sullivan is coaching the
boys at basketball and he said for you to wait.  Help yourself to those
cookies I made and there is milk in the fridge."

It was not long before Fr. Bill came in flushed and sweaty from the
basketball court.  You could not tell he was a priest in his grey sweat
pants and Celtics shirt.  "Come upstairs, Danny, and we can talk".
Danny followed him up to the second floor.  He had never been upstairs in a
rectory before, not even in his own parish, and was surprised to see it
was not unlike his grandmother's house.  Mrs. Cassidy called up to tell
him that she was leaving and that there was a potpie in the oven for
later and that the Monsignor would be dining out.  She was going home
now.  "Thank you Bridgette", said Fr. Bill as he grabbed a towel and
headed down the hall.  "Come on Danny, you can talk to me while I grab a
shower", he said.

Danny followed him down the hall to the small bathroom at the back and
sat on the toilet seat while the priest stripped off his sweatpants and
his jersey and stood there in nothing but a jock strap while he adjusted
the water temperature in the shower.  Danny looked at his hands in his
lap and avoided the nakedness that was so close.  He was a little
embarrassed at being here with a priest who was naked.  This was not
surprising because Danny was actually rather shy.  He used to get
embarrassed in gym when guys were getting undressed all around him.  Once
he couldn't help himself he sprang a boner in the shower and his buddy
Paul started snapping his towel at him and hollering for everyone to
look.  Now, as he sat there half listening to Fr. Bill in the steamy
bathroom, he couldn't help but stare at the jockstrap tossed on top of
the sweaty clothes.  Something stirred in him as he recalled seeing other
guys in their jocks and wondering how big they were and if they jerked
off like he did.

Suddenly the water was turned off and Fr. Bill stepped out of the shower
directly in front of him, his cock hanging free not a foot from Danny's
downcast eyes.  "Hand me that towel over there, will ya Dan, thanks".  Fr.
Bill wiped himself down on the bathmat and then took his flannel bathrobe
off the hook on the door and covered his lean and muscular frame.

"Let's go into my study, Dan.  We can talk in there.  Here sit yourself
down on the couch".  Fr. Bill sat opposite Danny in his big recliner
chair, unlike the pre-canna conferences with Cheryl where he sat at his
desk and the two of them sat at opposite ends of the couch.

"I wanted to talk to you about some things that I couldn't discuss in
front of Cheryl, Danny.  You see there are some things you need to know
about to have a good and happy marriage.   Now you understood about the
Church's teachings against contraception, didn't you?"

"Yes, father", said Danny beginning to wonder where this conversation was
going.  "But there are other ways you can have sex without having to use
contraception.  You know that, don't you".

"Ummmn, I guess."

"For example, I'm sure you know about masturbation, right?  Come on now,
Dan, we're not in the confessional here.  I'm trying to help you here.

"Well, yeh, I guess so, father."

"Good.  Now have you ever masturbated with Cheryl, Dan?  Go ahead you can
tell me, it's OK."  "Well, sort of, but only once or twice father."  Danny
began to examine his fingernails very closely so that he didn't have to
meet Fr. Bill's eyes.

"There are other things you can do as well, Brian.  Do you know about
oral sex, for example?"  Danny said nothing.  "You know what a blow job
is, don't you, Dan?  Come on, I was a boy once you know."  "Well, yeh, I
guess so, father."

"Have you ever had that done to you, Dan?  Remember now, we're not in
confession here, I just need to know how much you know."  "No, never,
father" Danny lied, not looking up.  Hell, he wasn't going to tell Fr.
Bill that he had let his cousin Brian blow him that time when he was at
his Aunt's for Thanksgiving.  He hadn't meant for that to happen, it just
did.  His cousin was 15 then, two years younger than Danny, and after the
turkey, while their dads and Uncle John were all watching the football
game, Brian said "Come on I wanna show you something" and they went out
back to this junk car behind the garage.  Once in the back seat Brian
showed him some porno magazines that he said he had swiped from his older
brother.  "Wanna jerk off?" he asked.  So Danny and Brian sat there and
began to stroke their cocks while flipping through the pages of mostly
naked girls and some with guys in them too.

All of a sudden, without saying anything, Brian just leaned over and put
his mouth over the end of Danny's cock.  It felt so good, Danny didn't
try to push him away and in minutes his cock was spurting the very first
cum that he had ever shot anywhere but his own hand.  Danny sat there
and watched while Brian jerked himself off, grabbing for a rag that was
under the seat at the last minute as he shot towards the back of the
front seat.  Then Brian cleaned himself off and they went back inside
and watched the rest of the game.

It suddenly dawned on Danny that he hadn't been paying attention to what
Fr. Sullivan was saying as he remembered his first and only blow job, but
he sensed a different tone of voice in the priest's words.  And looking up
he realized that Fr. Bill was leaning back in the recliner and his robe
was parted below the waist.  There it was, sticking up like some strange
beast with a will of its own, red and hard and wet looking.
As soon as he looked up and saw Fr. Bill stroking his cock, Danny started
to get hard in spite of himself.  "Has Cheryl ever done that for you
then, Danny, ever put her mouth on you, I mean?"  Danny said nothing, and
kept his eyes down and began to feel hot, like the room was pressing in
on him.

Suddenly, but not fast, Fr. Bill straightened the recliner, sprang out of
It, light as a cat, and knelt on the floor in front of the couch.  "Take
it out, Danny.  Let me see it".  He slid his hands up Danny's thighs to
his crotch and began to rub the bulge behind his zipper.  Pushing Danny's
hands aside, Fr. Bill unbuckled the belt and opened the button on Danny's
pants, slid the zipper down and reached into his underpants to free his
cock which immediately began to swell.

Although Danny was shorter than most kids, and not very muscular, he had
nothing to be ashamed of in the dick department.  It was about seven
inches long and about as big around as he could circle with his
fingers.  Like all of his family, he was circumcised as an infant and the
tip of his cock was a hard firm helmet of a reddish color that stood out
in contrast to the whiteness of the shaft, the very shaft that now
disappeared into the mouth of a ravenous priest.

This was much more of a blow job than what his cousin Brian had given
him.  It was soon plain that Fr. Bill was no amateur at sucking cock.
Danny wondered how often he did this and whether he sucked the boys on
the 8th grade basketball team.  It was thinking of the boys on the
basketball team that brought Danny to the brink and beyond, shooting his
cum in great spurts into the priest's throat.  Fr. Bill sucked and
swallowed and didn't let go for a moment.

Danny was still hard when suddenly the priest stopped and straightened
up.  He began to roughly pull Danny's pants down below his knees.  Then
he took hold of Danny, who was almost limp from having cum so much, and
pulled his bottom out away from the back of the couch.  Suddenly Danny
realized what was happening as Fr. Bill rolled him over onto his stomach,
and bent him over the seat of the couch.

He struggled to get up but Fr. Bill leaned on his back with one arm while
he fished around under the couch for something.  It was some sort of tube
that he opened and squeezed out something sticky and cold against Danny's
asshole.  He knew now what was coming and he struggled harder to get up,
pleading with him not to do this "Please, father, don't..." he said over
and over.  The priest pressed his cock against Danny's ass and pushed
with all of his weight.  At first it seemed like it could not possibly
happen, but all at once, the wet grease that was pushing its way into his
asshole made the passage open up and let in a knife of pain that felt
like it was ripping his insides out.

Danny started to scream and holler "NO, NO TAKE IT OUT TAKE IT OUT" but
the priest pushed him down into the sofa and held a pillow over his head
to stifle his screams.  Danny was being pushed head first into the back
of the sofa with every thrust of this large and powerful man who was in
him to the very base of his large cock.  Danny began to cry, from the
pain, and also from the shame.  And then the priest began to fuck him
harder and harder until at last he gave a mighty push and held it all the
way up inside Danny's stretched passage.  He could feel the gushing of
the priest's juices inside his ass.  It felt like a hose stuck inside of
him, like that time he was in the hospital and they gave him
an enema.  And the pain.  He felt like he was on fire inside.
Then the priest collapsed on the boy, stopped gasping for air, and was
still.  Danny whimpered but the priest did not try to comfort him with
soothing words.  He was changed now, his tone was stern.  "You have
to go now Dan, I have to go and hear confessions and will have to lock up
the rectory.  Come on now, let's not be like that, up you go."  And he
pulled the boy up to his feet and said "pull your pants up now, that's a
good lad."  Danny pulled up his briefs and then his pants and slowly
buckled them.  He felt like his insides had been dug out with a shovel.
"Can I use the bathroom?" he asked as he tried to walk across the room to
the hall.  "Sorry, Dan, no time for that. I'm late for confessions.
You'll have to wait until you get home".

Danny could not argue with him and made his way down the stairs and out
the door.  His car was still parked where he had left it in front of the
rectory.  He half imagined it would be gone, just as everything else in
his life that was as he remembered it was gone.  He sat in the
driver's seat gingerly, like he was afraid to move very fast.  It felt
like he had to go to the bathroom real bad and he realized he would never
make it home without having the runs in his pants.

Danny felt like his bowels were going to explode.  He had to get to a
bathroom soon or he was going to let go in his pants.  Straining to keep
his sphincter tight, he dodged the traffic and the potholes on the
Avenue until he came to the gas station on the corner of the parkway.
Pulling in at the side, he got out and headed for the men's room.  It was
locked.  "Key's inside, man, on the hook" called the Hispanic kid who was
filling a pickup truck's tank.

He might not make it he thought as he waddled gingerly around front to
get the key.  His brain willed his bottom to hold on for just a little
bit longer.  As soon as he was in the door to the men's room he began to
unbuckle his pants and by the time he made it into the single stall
beside the urinal his pants were already at his knees and he collapsed on
the seat just in time before his guts began to spew out through the hole
that felt newly ripped open in his bottom.

The relief was so great he thought he would faint and he had to steady
himself on the toilet paper roll.  After a while, the time between bursts
became longer and he raised himself up enough to look between his legs at
what had come out of him.  He was horrified to see swirls of red mixed in
with the shit and the cum that was still leaking out of his stretched
and torn asshole.  He felt like he was going to throw up and then he
heard the door to the men's room open.  In his haste he had forgot to
lock the door.  He quickly reached behind him and flushed the stinking
mess away and began to wipe himself as best he could without it hurting
where he was torn.

He saw the feet at the door of the stall and then the knock and the voice
of the Hispanic kid who pumped the gas.  "Hey man, you need some help in
there?"  Wiping himself once more and quickly pulling up his pants, Danny
said "I'll be out in a minute, OK?"  The feet did not go away.  Danny
buckled his pants and the voice said "Hey man, you want a blow job?  I'll
suck it for you good, man. C'mon, let me in."

Danny panicked.  With his shirt untucked and his fly still unzipped he
opened the stall door and pushed past the kid into the parking lot,
jumped in his car and peeled out onto the parkway as if he had just stuck
up the place.

-end of part 1