Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2018 11:45:09 -0700 From: Jim J Subject: A Price To Pay (Part 3) A Price To Pay Part 3 (A "Cum Diaries" Story) The "Cum Diaries" are occasional fictionalized accounts of stories told to me by my readers, in this case of my short story "Modeling". That began an ongoing conversation with DB in England about his experiences. Father Davies – The Teacher Davey felt the eyes on him but he just kept toweling his hair dry even as a faint smile crossed his lips. He didn't have to look to know Father Davies was lurking at the entrance to the bay of lockers. Even if he did look, the priest would just avert his eyes in a different direction as he always did. Besides, the locker room was so very quiet, since all the other boys on the swim team had already left. When he reached to his waist, bent forward and pulled the tight wet speedo down over his hips, he heard the priest's pacing footfalls scuffle to silence. He knew Father Davies was staring at his bare ass. He wiggled slightly, exhilarated by the thought and remembering something his friend Chris told him the previous term.... ..."Did you see that? The guy on the bench...he's a perv!" Chris said excitedly as they walked through a neighborhood park toward his house one day after school. "Huh? What's a perv?" Davey asked being unfamiliar with the term. "A pervert...a man who likes to look at little kids, boys and girls," Chris explained as we ducked behind a large tree and looked back the way we came. "See how he's looking at all the little kids over by the swings?" "Why is he looking at them or staring at us when we walked by?" "He's imagining what your little cock and ass look like without clothes on." Chris answered, "and wants to touch you and more, just like I will when we get to my house." This simple revelation had a powerful effect on Davey. Even more than being nude in the locker room, Davey found himself excited and aroused by the idea of being naked in front of a stranger. Chris mentioned there were other guys around town that were also pervs. Davey knew one of them and now that he thought about it, that guy did stare at him a lot too.... ....Just the way Father Davies did now in the locker room after swimming. It had taken Davey a little while to realize the way Father Davies looked at him wasn't his imagination. After all, in his world, there was a hierarchy with the Pope at the very top and him at the very bottom. Father Davies was such a high authority in that chain that Davey's mind balked at even considering the priest would, or could, do any wrong. Yet, the evidence was there almost daily and eventually won Davey over. Father Davies was a perv! He began to enjoy Father Davies staring at him, especially since the priest didn't even have to imagine him naked. Davey stripped everything off for him to see before and after every swim. Davey picked the swimsuit off the floor and straightened up to put it in his bag, turning so Father Davies got a quick glimpse of his now stiff three and a half inch dick. He pretended to busy himself with what he was doing while, at the same time, spending as much time naked as he possibly could. Finally as he pulled his on trousers, he glanced up and Father Davies half smiled, turned and left the locker room. After gathering up all his things, Davey headed out of the locker room and found Father Davies pacing in the hallway near the front door. He smiled again and gestured Davey over to him. "Davey, you know that I take photographs, don't you?" Everyone in the school knew Father Davies took pictures, birds and landscapes and that sort of thing mostly, but he also took portrait pictures of the students. These were sent home with the boys and it was customary to send back a donation for the school. "Yes, Father," Davey answered, thinking it was a strange question since the priest took portraits of him several times. "I would like to take some pictures of you," Father Davies continued, "not for you to take home but just for my private collection." "Yes, Father," Davey responded, taking it not as an offer but as a command. "Are you busy this afternoon?" he asked. "No, Father," Davey said, again perplexed because he knew Father Davies was aware his mother worked until 6:00. "Come over to the rectory in ten minutes," Father Davies instructed him and stopped half way before he turned away, "and bring your swimsuit." "Yes, Father," Davey uttered compliantly. As the priest walked away, Davey began to tingle all over. He realized this wasn't a normal part of teacher/student interaction, but more like an up close version of the man on the bench in the park...or even more. Ten minutes was a long time for a twelve year old doing some thing that was, if not forbidden, at least highly unusual. By the time he knocked on the back door, he was both nervous and aroused. Father Davies opened the door within a few moments, hustled Davey inside and lead him through the large house to a room with a professional looking camera already set up on a tripod. He turned and looked down at Davey. "Put on your swimsuit!" he instructed, no "please " or "would you" or any such, just an undeniable command. Davey expected such a demand, after all he was told to bring his swimsuit. He also knew how much Father Davies like to watch him change. So he very slowly pulled off his shirt, folded it carefully, then removed his shoes and socks before dropping his trousers to the floor. He stole a glance at the priest as he turned his back to Father Davies and bent forward to pull his underwear down over his hips. As he stood naked with his back to the priest, Davey felt his dick twitching. He bent over to rummage around in his bag for the swimsuit, taking as much time as he could even though the suit was pretty much the only thing in the bag. His little cock was rock hard and he could hear Father Davies shuffling around behind him. "Humph, on second thought, stay like that." Father Davies intoned. Davey froze, unsure he heard correctly. He was not to put on his swimsuit? He was to stay naked in front of the priest? He stood up and turned, not even thinking about the stiff dick sticking straight out from his crotch at Father Davies. He loved being nude anyway and felt an intense electric thrill course through his body as he stood naked and hard in front of the priest. Father Davies walked over with a light meter in his hand, his face a little flushed and his breathing ragged. He took a few readings on Davey's face and butt and chest, then fiddled with his camera and took a few shots. "Move around some," Father Davies instructed. Remembering his sessions with Mr, Needham, Davey turned and moved in circles, before laying on the floor, getting on his hands and knees, stretching in various positions and so forth, all the time keeping his bare ass or stiff cock pointing at the camera. Father Davies quickly finished the entire roll of film. As he took the completed roll of film from the camera and started to replace it with a fresh one, Father Davies looked up at Davey with a strange quizzical look on this face. "Remember your friend Chris, Davey?" he asked unexpectedly. "Yes, Father," Davey answered since he only knew one Chris and wondered how the priest knew about him. "It must have been nice to have such an older boy as a good friend." "Yes, Father," Davey responded. "It is fairly unusual for boys so far apart in age to be such good friends, but you and Chris were very good friends, weren't you?" Davey squirmed a little while still standing in front of the priest naked, his dick slightly stiffened thinking about his friend, before he spoke again. He knew he couldn't avoid answering a direct question from a priest. "Yes, Father," he muttered uncomfortably. "You used to go to his house after school to play with each other. I always wonder what games you played at his house. What games did you play with each other, Davey?" Davey realized the priest knew what went on somehow. He didn't know how or how much but understood it was perilous to lie to him. "Wrestling, Father, we practiced our wrestling," he answered, his face flushing while his little dick stiffened completely. Father Davies just smiled and finished loading the film in his camera before saying another word. Then he turned and stepped right in front of Davey, placed a hand on his shoulder and looked down at him. He was so close the tip of Davey's rigid cock almost brushed against the fabric of the priest's black cassock. "Is that all? Did he touch you when you were 'wrestling'?" "Sure, he touched me," Davey replied warily. "No, I mean did he touch you...there," Father Davies asked softly, looking down at Davey's throbbing cock, "between your legs?" Davey averted his eyes and hesitated a moment before nodding his head. "And did you touch him...like that?" "Yes...Father," Davey mumbled, blushing more even as his dick twitched even harder. "Did you only use your hands...to touch Chris?" Father Davies continued, tightening his grip on Davey's shoulder just a little. "Uh...uh...no...Father." "How else did you touch Chris's cock?" the priest said softly, shocking Davey with the use of that term. "With...my mouth, Father." "And what did you do with your mouth, Davey?" "I...I kissed...his cock...and...and took it...inside my...mouth," Davey stammered. "How many times?" "Uh...I'm not...sure," "Only once?" "No, more than that," "More than five times?" "Yeah." "More than ten times?" "Yes, Father," "So you liked it," Father Davies stated matter of factually, a smile creeping across his face. "You did like it, didn't you?" "Yes, Father, I liked it...a lot," Davey answered, knowing the priest had him so there was no point in holding back. "I'm sure you've done such things with someone else....perhaps several others besides Chris," Father Davies continued, his face more flushed. Davey was shocked the priest knew about Chris,so he thought Father Davies also knew about Mr. Needham as well. He blurted out the whole story, describing sucking off an older boy and a grown man many times while standing there completely naked. He could tell, however, that Father Davies wasn't angry or even censorious, more like curious and interested. He went through he entire inquisition again, demanding Davey give him as much detail as possible about what he did with Mr. Needham, what Mr. Needham did to him, how often and such. Finally, he released Davey's shoulder and took a step backward, beginning to unbutton his cassock. "Be a good boy and go get me a cold bottle of beer from the refrigerator in the kitchen," he said. Now that everything was on the table, even as a naive twelve year old, Davey knew where this was going. He was thrilled as he padded naked through the big house looking for the kitchen, his stiff dick swaying back and forth with every step. When Davey got back to the office, Father Davies was sitting in an arm chair, naked except for his white clerical collar. He held his stiff cock in one hand. Even rock hard, it didn't stick out past his protruding belly. He took the beer and nodded at Davey with an unholy smile. Davey knelt between the priest's legs without being told, just the way he earlier described doing for Mr. Needham. He didn't wait for any more cues, just went ahead and stroked Father Davies's throbbing cock, spit on the tip and rolled his tongue around the head. The priest groaned lowly and Davey slipped the dick between his lips and began sliding his mouth up and down slowly. After a few minutes, Father Davies told Davey to get up and had him sit on his lap, facing him as he straddled the priest's thighs like he was riding a horse. With one hand, Father Davies pulled Davey's face down to his chest pushing Davey's lips back and forth across his nipples. Davey understood immediately and began sucking those nipples, first one then the other, as the priest moaned a little louder. Then Father Davies reached down between them and started masturbating his hard dick, rubbing the throbbing head against Davey's tummy with every stroke. In less than a minute, Father Davies closed his eyes, arched his back and shot string after string of warm cum on to Davey's belly. Some of the sticky jism dripping down to coat Davey's own hard cock. Father Davies opened his eyes and smiled. Then he shifted Davey around until he was sitting on just one of the priest's thighs. He gently took Davey's cock in his fingers and twirled it around a few times. "Did you like that just now?" he whispered in Davey's ear. "Oh yes, Father." "And how about what I am doing to you right now?" "That feels so good Father, really really good." With steady strokes, Father Davies brought Davey to a quick orgasm, his watery cum covering the priest's fingers. Then he cleaned himself up as best he could and headed for home. It was only as he approached his house that Davey smiled when he realized that both he and Father Davies had just cum in the same hand Father Davies used to place the communion wafers in worshiper's mouths at Mass. ********** Davey's visits with Father Davies turned into a regular, almost weekly, affair. The priest even gave him an upper grade math textbook to carry around to mask the visits as special tutoring to the outside world. After all, he was the math teacher. The tutoring certainly was special but had nothing to do with math. It turned out Father Davies most wanted Davey to get naked and use his hands on the priest's cock and balls and ass while he masturbated. That suited Davey just fine. He liked doing those things and particularly wanted to please the priest in any way he could. Father Davies was considerably overweight with a large protruding belly. That didn't bother Davey in the least since he really liked feeling the priest's warm skin pressing against his when they were naked together. What he didn't like was the long, wet, sloppy kisses, with Father Davies ramming his tongue into Davey's mouth. He hated that but of course couldn't deny the priest whatever he wanted. Sometimes, Davey knelt between the priest's legs, licking and sucking his cock and balls and fingering his asshole. At other times, they would sit together on an old couch with Father Davies's arm around Davey, feeling him up while he masturbated and Davey played with his balls. A lot of the sex consisted of Father Davies jerking off while Davey recounted what he had done with Chris or Mr. Needham. At first Davey wracked his brain to recall new details about those encounters but it finally dawned on him that Father Davies didn't mind him repeating himself just so long as it was the most explicit details...Davey slowly undressing and getting hard...Chris shooting his cum on Davey's chest and trying to ass fuck him...Mr. Needham dressing him in sexy outfits and cumming in Davey's mouth. The conversations took the form of Father Davies asking explicit questions and Davey answering with as much detail as he could..."Were you naked and hard?"..."How big was his erection?"..."How did his cum taste in your mouth?"..."How far did his cock get in your ass?"...endless questions. Father Davies would ask even more as he slowly stroked himself, often pulling Davey's face down to his cock as his cum began to spurt. One time, out of nowhere as Davey recalled cumming on Mr. Needham's cock before licking him clean and sucking him off, Father Davies made a comment that caused Davey to stop and think. "I don't remember you ever telling me any of this in confession," he remarked matter of factually, not seemingly upset at all. Davey immediately recognized that when Father Davies heard one of the boy's confession, he knew who it was. No wonder he knew so much about Davey and Chris. Davey could envision the priest sitting in the dark confessional listening as one boy after another told him about playing with themselves, and possibly others, getting hard as he listened and maybe even jerking off beneath his cassock. "Tell me more about jerking yourself off," Father Davies said to him one day as Davey stood in front of him fondling his already stiff little dick. "What would you like to know?" Davey answered as he noticed the priest was moving his hand a little faster on his own rigid cock. "Well, things like what you think about that gets you hard or when you are about to shoot your jism, such as that." Father Davies murmured as his legs began to quiver. So Davey told him again about having Mr. Needham cum in his mouth, getting naked in front of the other boys in the locker room, feeling the priest's jism splash on his face, Chris trying to ass fuck him and so on, pretty much repeating the stories that he knew would get Father Davies to shoot his cum quickly. "And what do you think about besides what you did with Chris or Mr. Needham or even me?" he asked, surprising Davey with the question. Davey thought about the answer for a moment before answering truthfully. "I imagine myself being naked with a stranger and being tied up as that person's prisoner," Davey exclaimed, feeling the familiar rush of electric like warmth surge in his groin. This was the first time he had ever admitted this long held fantasy to anyone. It was immediately evident this admission struck a chord with Father Davies. His hand moved even faster up and down on his now throbbing dick, his face becoming more flush and his legs trembling visibly. Then he asked for more detail...much more detail. In a way, Davey felt relieved to finally share his deepest darkest fantasies with another. The details poured out...how he would lay in bed with his pajama bottoms pulled down and his hands behind his back, imagining being tied like that...how he would strip naked after school and tie himself with loops of elastic around his ankles and wrists, with a piece of cloth stuffed in his mouth. Father Davies questioned him relentlessly, pressing for more and more details. It was easy for Davey to see that the priest was extremely excited. Then, after he shot a load of cum on to Davey's hairless chest, he instructed him to bring the elastic ties with him for their next visit. Davey also painstakingly made some explicit drawings about his fantasies based on what he learned from Chris and Mr. Needham and Father Davies. He wasn't very good but he did spend hours on each one, particularly his favorite, the one showing a boy not only tied up but being sexually used. He brought those along the next time he visited Father Davies as well. The priest practically drooled over those drawings, cross examining Davey closely especially of one showing a bound and gagged boy being ass fucked from behind by an obviously grown man. "Is he enjoying it?" Father Davies asked quietly smiling at Davey. "Oh yes, Father." "And do you imagine that is you?" he asked huskily for the third time. "Yes, Father," Davey answer, slightly miffed the priest couldn't tell it was him from the drawing. Davey had always kept his liking for that sort of thing a deep secret. He just knew he must be the most sinful boy in the entire world getting aroused by such acts. He was both pleasantly surprised and wildly turned on to realize Father Davies liked it a lot too...he really, really liked it. Father Davies held the drawing of the boy being fucked in one hand and his hard dick in the other when he told Davey to show him how he tied himself. Davey stripped naked, put a gag in his mouth, tied his ankles and looped the elastic bands around his wrists behind his back. Father Davies stroked his cock rock hard watching Davey restrain himself. When Davey finished tying himself, Father Davies walked over and flipped him on to his stomach. Then he straddled Davey's ass and lowered himself to his knees. Davey could feel the warm hard knob of the priest's dick sliding back and forth in his ass crack. Davey's stiff dick rubbed back and forth on the carpet with every one of Father Davies's thrusts in his ass crack. Davey could also feel the priest stroking himself as he moaned lowly. After a few moments, Davey felt the warm spurt of Father Davies's cum shoot between his ass cheeks and on to the small of his back. Davey's own jism surged out of his cock to coat his belly and the spot he was rubbing on the carpet. After that, practically every time he visited Father Davies, Davey would be restrained and used in one way or another. Father Davies got his own cords and leather restraints, including a gag that pressed into Davey's mouth in a way that kept it open. As time went by, Father Davies did things that were more and more uncomfortable for Davey. Davey found himself liking that abuse and clearly Father Davies liked doing those things to him. Once Davey was restrained and helpless, the priest would pinch and prod the young boy, probing his tight asshole with an altar candle or tying a cord around Davey's wrist and neck so he would choke himself a little when he squirmed. He restrained Davey kneeling forward over an ottoman, with his wrists secured to his ankles and his ankles tied to the legs of the ottoman. Then he would kneel in front of Davey and force him to lick his throbbing cock until his warm cum gushed down Davey's throat, often with a large amount splashing on to the boy's face. Then, one afternoon as Davey lay helplessly bound to the ottoman, Father Davies rammed a candle into his ass before coming around in front of him. Davey willingly extended his tongue to lick the priest's rigid dick, tasting the first hints of precum dripping from the tip. Father Davies's cock stiffened even more then he pulled back and stuffed the leather gag in Davey's mouth, tying it securely behind Davey's head. Father Davies was panting heavily as he moved behind Davey. He pulled out the candle and before Davey knew what was happening, he drizzled some cold lube over Davey's stretched asshole. Davey's back arched as much as he could when the lube dribbled down his ass crack and Father Davies slipped a finger into his anus. With the gag in his mouth, there was no way for Davey to say no and be understood. Besides, he didn't want to say no. He squirmed, expecting it to hurt the way it did when Chris tried to fuck him. Instead, Father Davies patiently swirled his finger around the tight sphincter of Davey's asshole, slowly stretching him open. Then, with a loud groan, Father Davies pressed the throbbing head of his cock against Davey's asshole, ever so slowly plunging into Davey as he leaned forward, his protruding belly settling on Davey's ass cheeks as his cock went as deep as he could in Davey's ass. When the pain didn't come, Davey relaxed and began enjoying the feel of the priest's cock filling his ass. Father Davies started slowly thrusting in and out, his cock head almost popping out of Davey's asshole before he pushed it back in as far as he could go. After a minute or two, Father Davies let out a loud shriek and pumped Davey harder and faster. Davey felt a new sensation as his own dick tingled when Father Davies's cum exploded deep in his ass. Father Davies collapsed on top of him, making it hard for Davey to catch his breath for a moment. Davey squirmed under the weight and then suddenly froze when he heard the door behind him open. "My, my...what do we have here?" a gruff, familiar voice said from the doorway with an amused chuckle. ********** (I do welcome any comments and will try to respond to all I get at aadirtyoldmaninphx1@gmail.com. Please remember that NIFTY needs your support. If you want the stories to continue, it's up to you to donate at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html)