Date: Mon, 11 Jun 2007 09:44:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "The Church of the Holy Seed"  Chapter 6

Another great orgasm.  They were always the best with Ricky.  I don't know
what it is.  He has a way of manipulating the rim of his asshole, as though
they were his lips and tongue.  I don't even have to move my cock in and
out.  I can hold still, and I can feel his asshole moving, massaging my
dick like it was his lips.  As he grows up, he's going to make a lot of
horny guys awfully happy.

I always have good orgasms, no matter with whom I'm having a sexual romp.
But the reason they're special with Ricky is the deep love I have for
him---a feeling I have for no one else.  Maybe that doesn't matter to most
guys.  But I'm a romantic at heart, and the honest love Ricky and I share
makes all the difference.

Just as I pulled my sloppy cock out of Ricky's little boy cunt, my cell
phone rang.  It was Rod Waters.

"Hi, Roger.  Rod here.  You sound a little out of breath."

"Ricky and I just had a good fuck.  What's up?

"You know Jesse's going to have his confirmation at the church in a couple
of weeks, and we're not sure what to expect.  We were wondering if you
could give us a heads up on it---no pun intended---and tell us what's going
to happen, and what will be expected of us."

"Sure, Rod.  Do you want to come over to the house?  We'll be glad to give
you a run-down."

"I hope your wife won't mind our coming over."

"Shit, Rod.  My wife's so empty-headed, she never knows what's going on.
Whenever Ricky and I are locked away together, she just thinks it's guy
stuff and doesn't pay any attention."

"We'll be right over."

When Rod and Jesse arrived, I brought them into Ricky's room and closed the
door.  Rickey and Jesse kissed and felt each other's bulges.

"Since Ricky and I aren't dressed," I said, "feel free to get rid of those
clothes.  There are hangers there in the closet."

I couldn't wait for formalities.  When we were all good and naked, I took
Rod in my arms and ran my tongue down his tan chest and stomach and gave
his cock a quick lick with my tongue.  I didn't want to suck him to orgasm.
I was sure that would come later.

"Will we do some fucking during the ceremony?" Rod asked.

"I'm afraid not," I said.  "Father John insists that only jerking off and
sucking are allowed on the altar.  The fucking was permitted only at the
Fellowship camp."

"Aw shit.  I was hoping I could fuck my little guy here on the altar, or
maybe some of the priests during the ceremony.  That Father Bruce has a
really hot body.  Besides, I get really hot when I'm fucking a guy in front
of an audience.

"Tell me, Rod.  Do you truly believe we must worship sperm in order to
curry God's favor?  Do you believe that you feel the presence of God when
you take sperm into your body?

"Of course," answered Rod as he fondled his balls.  "I can feel God's love.
That's the purpose of all this."

I had the feeling that Rod Waters was in need of understanding himself.  I
can hardly stand seeing smart guys being so deluded.

"If that were the case, Rod, you and Jesse could just jack off each other
and scoop up each other's cum and eat it.  But I seem to have the
impression you're awfully interested in fucking and getting fucked, and
sucking and getting sucked.  On top of that, you seem pretty wild for guys'
bodies.  I've seen you kissing and caressing their bodies, specifically
Father Bruce's hot body.  Isn't that true?"

"Well, yeah.  But . . . .  I guess you're right."

"Rod, face it.  This church is all about hot sex.  The sperm thing is just
a scam.  I got Father John to admit it to me.  He doesn't want me to spread
that word around, but I'm telling you, anyway.  You don't have to believe
anything, Rod.  Just enjoy.

Why are you telling me?" Rod asked.

"To be truthful, I like you a lot, and I hate to see you fooled this way.
It isn't just the great fucking and sucking you and I did last week, it's
your face, your body.  Such a beautiful shape, and so tanned.  Just looking
at your body, as I'm doing now, makes my heart race."

Rod was sitting on the bed.  I walked over and sat next to him, our thighs
pressed together.  "It's the soft curve of the muscles on your arms."  I
ran my hand from his shoulder to his wrist.

Then I slipped off the bed and sat on the floor at his feet.  I took hold
of his the beautiful calf of his leg and ran my tongue over the soft hair
that covered it.  Rising to my knees, I ran my tongue over his inner thighs
and up over his balls and along the underside of his gorged penis.

"It's every inch of your skin that excites me, my dear sweet man.  It's not
only your sperm that I like, I love the smell and taste of your young firm
skin.  That's why I belong to this church.  So I can have all the pleasures
of a beautiful body like yours.  And the gut-wrenching orgasms I have with
you come because of that---not because I'm looking for God's blessing.

Rod slipped off the bed and down on the floor with me.  He held my head in
his hands and kissed me.  We both fell back on the floor and madly kissed
and caressed and licked each other's bodies.

We lay still for a moment, and Rod looked into my face, smiling.  "You're
pretty smart, Roger Thompson.  You're right.  This is what I want."

While Rod and I were rolling around on the floor, Ricky and Jesse lay on
the bed on their stomachs with their heads hanging over the side watching
us.  Every now and then, they reached down and tickled our asses with their
fingers and giggled.

Rod and I got up and sat on the bed on either side of the two boys, who
remained on their stomachs.  Jesse was next to me, and Ricky was next to
Rod.  Rod and I looked down at their firm little ass cheeks.  Neither of us
could resist.  I gently spread Jesse's cheeks apart and lowered my face
between them.  His little puckered hole was so pink and sweet on my tongue.
He raised his ass higher, as though to invite my tongue to enter.  I could
feel the rim of his hole pushing outward as though he were beckoning me to
come in.  My tongue slipped in easily.  He began to pump his hips upward.
I thought, this boy doesn't need any instruction.  He's a natural.

Rod's face was also buried in Ricky's ass.  He pulled up slightly and said,
"Umm.  I taste Daddy cum.  Daddy must have already given you a good fucking
before we came.  I love it."

When we both eventually sat up, I said, "You wanted to know about what to
expect during the Confirmation ceremony.  I think Jesse's pretty well
prepared for it already.  He will have to masturbate his cock and shoot his
cum into the mouth of one of the priests.  He'll also have to suck off
several priests and swallow a good deal of sperm before the ceremony is
over.  From what I saw of Jesse's activity in Father John's office, I've no
doubt he's ready.  Some boys can shoot a load twice during the ceremony,
and for that they get a double commendation from the priests.  More sacred
cocks in their mouths and more sperm down their throats."

"It sounds great.  Do the fathers participate."

"Yes, I think there's a moment when the fathers are asked to get into the
act.  Right now, Rod, before you called, Ricky and I were about to get him
prepared to take two hard cocks up his ass.  You remember Bert Simmons and
his son, Eric, don't you?

"Sure," Rod said.  "He and his son and I fucked so hard one night in the
shower, we both collapsed on the floor and didn't wake up til morning to
find ourselves lying in several inches of soapy water.  Those two guys have
a couple of the greatest tasting cocks."

I took two pillows and wedged them under Ricky's lower back so his ass was
high enough to work on.  He put his hands under his knees and pulled his
thighs up against his chest.  From the bottle of oil, I filled his crack
with it, as well as forcing some of it up into his rectum with my fingers.
While Rod and Jesse watched, I slowly pushed one, two, and then three
fingers into his asshole.  I drew them in and out several times to help
loosen his hole.  It didn't take much doing.  As usual, his asshole opened
up nicely.  I pulled out and curled four fingers tightly together and
inserted them.  This time the full length of my four fingers were inside of
him.  I gently fucked him with my fingers until I felt his hole accept them
easily.  I then added my thumb to the four fingers and slowly pushed them
in, this time including the knuckles on my hand.

I added more oil, and moved my hand gently in and out of his hole.  "Ricky,
are you all right?  Is it hurting?"

"No dad.  It feels so good.  Don't stop."

I continued to push until only half of the back of my hand was visible.  I
could now feel the soft, wet lining of his rectum.  My fingers were much
farther in than I could ever get my tongue.  It was a feeling like no
other.  It was beyond description.

Very carefully, I eased my hand a little further up until it was in up to
my wrist.  A frenzy of sexual desire for Ricky swept over me when I
realized I had my hand up inside of him, inside of his bowels.  Ricky's
hard penis was throbbing and a great amount of pre-cum was literally
pouring from his pee hole as my hand pressed against his prostate.

Then Ricky suddenly said, "Jesse, please sit on my face like I saw you do
with my dad at the church.  Please."

Jesse jumped up and lowered his cute little ass cheeks onto Ricky's face as
I moved my hand very slightly with an in-and-out motion in Ricky's rectum.
I was afraid to go any deeper with my hand beyond the wrist.  I could hear
Ricky moaning as he almost violently slurped his tongue around Jesse's
crotch.

As I continued to move my hand inside of him, he let out a big fart, which
passed over my hand and made it feel warm.  I could smell it, and it
excited me.

Jesse looked as though he was in heaven with Ricky's face in his ass, and
he began to jack off his cock.  When Rod Waters saw that, he rolled close
and took his son's penis in his mouth and sucked it furiously.

I turned to Rod and said, "When Jesse's about to cum, pull off and let him
get into position to shoot his hot sperm onto Ricky's face.  He loves
that."

Jesse nodded his agreement.  When he very quickly felt himself cumming, he
pulled out of his dad's mouth and rose up.  Now on his knees, he pointed
his burning hot rod down at Ricky's face.  I watched Jesse's face contort
as his orgasm swept over him.  Stream after stream of thick white cum
splattered all over Ricky's face, and lay there like globs of heavy
pudding.  It was in his eyes, his hair, his mouth, with some of it slowly
sliding like white lava into his ear.  Ricky slashed his tongue around his
lips to get all he could.

Ricky's asshole no longer felt like an iron grip around my wrist.  His
asshole had obviously relaxed completely.  While I was slowly pulling my
hand out, another loud fart came out.  As I was extracting my hand, Rod
quickly leaned over and cleaned Ricky's entire face with his tongue.


On the day before our scheduled departure to the cabin where we would once
again meet with Bert and Eric Simmons, I got a call from young Father
Timothy.

"Oh, Brother Thompson, as you know I've been invited to spend a couple of
days at the cabin with you and Brother Simmons and his son.  I've been
invited to provide a little . . . you know . . . spiritual guidance.  I
hate to impose on you, but could you let me ride with you.  I don't drive,
you see, and I can't seem to reach Brother Simmons."

"Of course, Father Timothy.  We'll be leaving tomorrow about ten.  I'll
pick you up at the church."

"Splendid.

"I suppose you'll be prepared to help us feel the grace of God in our
bodies when we need it?

"Of course.  Worshipping the holy seed is what we're all about, Brother
Thompson."

When we arrived at the church, we found Brother Timothy waiting on the
step.  I was stunned to see him dressed in a black suit with a white
clerical collar.  He looked like a Catholic priest.  I didn't know his age,
exactly, but I'm sure at that time he couldn't have been more that
twenty-nine or thirty.  He was a stunningly handsome man, especially in the
well fitting suit that showed off his wide shoulders and narrow hips.  He
had light brown wavy hair and killer dimples in both cheeks.  Aside from
his enormous ball sack, he had a slim, well-proportioned body that anyone
would die for.  The only problem with him, from my point of view, was that
he was a bit pompous for his age, and acted entirely too self-righteous.

After he settled himself in the backseat, I said, "I didn't realize that
the priests in this church wore clerical collars."

"Well, we don't, normally.  But when I'm out and about, there's no telling
what young fellow I might encounter who looks like he needs a blessing from
God.  For some reason, there are some young men who are more willing and
eager to take my blessing if I'm wearing my collar."

"That's because a lot of guys find the whole idea of having sex with a
Catholic priest exciting.  It brings more young men into your grasp that
way."

"Please, Brother Thompson," Father Timothy said.  "What are you inferring?"

"I'm not inferring anything.  I'm stating a fact.  You use that fake
clerical collar to lure guys into having sex with you.  You could get into
a lot of trouble impersonating a Catholic priest."

"Well I . . . .  That is . . . ."

"That's all right.  Didn't mean to get your balls in a knot.  We're all
happy to play your game."

Ricky spoke up.  "I remember you at Fellowship Camp, Father Timothy.
You're the one who has that great bag of balls between you legs.  They hang
down half-way to your knees.  Maybe you don't remember me.  You sat on my
face once and dragged that great sack of balls across my face several
times.  That was really cool."

Father Timothy smiled.  "I'll have you know that my penis and scrotum were
used as the artist's model for the great sculpture that hangs on the wall
behind the altar."

"It's lovely," I said.

Ricky got up on his knees on the seat and reached back.  He grabbed Father
Timothy's crotch.  "Please, Father Timothy, would you drag it out and let
me see it again?"

"Must I?" he said as he undid his buckle and unzipped his fly.  "Right here
in the car?"

Father Timothy pushed his pants down to below his knees, revealing the soft
curves of his muscled legs.  He spread his legs wide and let his pendulous
ball sack sprawl across the seat and hang slightly over the edge of it.
When we were stopped at a light, I glanced around.  At the sight of those
gorgeous balls, my cock sprung to its full size, hard and straining to
break out of my pants.  His penis was long and fat, with bubbles of semen
coming out of its tip.

"Wow," Ricky gasped.

"These balls . . . or rather, testicles . . . are full of God's precious
seed," Father Timothy said with a look of pride on his face.  "I intend to
send the warmth of God's love surging through all of your bodies this
week."

I reached back and fondled his balls briefly while we were stopped.  "Tell
me, Father Timothy, do you like to fuck or get your cock sucked?

"My, my, Brother Thompson.  You are crude, aren't you?"

"Right.  Now what do you like to do best?  Which way gives you the best
orgasm?"

"Brother Thompson, it's not about orgasms.  It's about ingesting God's
sacred seed."

"Sure.  Now what do you like best?  Fucking or getting sucked?"

Father Timothy pursed his lips.  "Both equally, if you must know."

Ricky said, "Can I come back there and suck some of your holy sperm out of
your balls right now?"

"Are you in need of a spiritual uplift."

"Oh, yeah.  I'm feeling really low.  I really need some of God's love."

"All right, young man.  Climb over the seat and get started."

As Ricky leapt over the seat, I had to stifle a laugh.  What a fraud, I
thought.  But never mind.  I knew I was going to get some of that holy
cream myself, and give him a little of own, too.


When we arrived at the cabin, we walked to the door, but stopped when we
heard a loud groan, more like a roar, from Bert Simmons, who was obviously
in the middle of a great orgasm.  Several minutes later, his naked son Eric
opened the door.  When we entered, he kissed both Ricky and I on the lips.
He still had his father's cum in his mouth, which tasted good.  There on
the sofa lay his naked father, Bert, gasping for air as he came down from
his orgasm.

Bert rose to a sitting position and welcomed us.  "Wow," he said, "My son,
the cocksucker.  No one better."

Eric said, "I let them taste some of your cum, Dad."

"It was a lovely greeting, my boy," I said.

Bert looked at Father Timothy.  "I'm going to get each of us a beer.  And
you, my good Father Timothy, get out of those silly clothes.  You don't
have to use your clerical collar to seduce any of us here."

Father Timothy quickly stripped off his clothes.  When he leaned over to
pick up his shoes, Bert said, "Stay just like that.  Don't move.  Look at
him from behind, you guys.  Like a big old fucking Bull.  Those balls must
be at least six or seven inches long.  Swing your ass, Father, and make
them swing back and forth.  God, that's hot.  Get the video cam, Eric."

Father Timothy was made to keep his jackknife position while Eric recorded
that huge swinging pendulum in all its glory.

Bert brought out the beer.  We sat around with our blazing hot dongs the
center of attention and dominating the room's atmosphere.  To get the
conversation started, I asked Father Timothy what he thought of Father
Bruce.

"He's a lovely man," Father Timothy said, as he put his hand under his
balls and lifted them as though he were weighing a handful of rocks.  "He's
a deeply devout man who inspires me greatly with the milk of his loins.
Every day, during our evening prayer meetings, he floods me with the warmth
of God's love."

Ricky sat on the floor between Father Timothy's shapely outstretched legs
licking lazily on his balls.  He looked up into Timothy's face.  "Does he
flood your mouth or your ass?" Ricky asked.

"It is his choice.  I have no preference.  It's the warm sperm flowing into
my body that counts."

"Have you ever tongue-fucked him," Eric asked.

"Oh, yes.  Many times.  I mean . . . it was at his request, of course.  It
meant nothing to me, but I was always willing to oblige because it helped
him build up greater amounts of sperm to offer me."

I was getting antsy with all that hypocritical palaver coming out of Father
Timothy's mouth.  For such a young, beautiful man, he was becoming
intolerably pompous.  I tried to bring the subject around to what we were
all there for.

I said, "Have you ever had two cocks at once up your ass, Father Timothy."

"No I haven't, but it sounds delightful.  That is, because of the double
amount of sperm involved.  The more sperm, the greater amount of God's love
we can feel."

"I've had enough beer," I said.  "I don't know about you guys, but I'm
feeling fucking horny at the moment.  Ricky, are you ready to take a good
double blast of Daddy cum up your ass?"

As Ricky nodded his head eagerly, Father Timothy licked his lips.  His eyes
widened and his hard cock began to bob up and down.  Little dribbles of
pre-cum ran down the under side of his dick and onto his massive balls.

Bert got up and led us into the bedroom.  As we entered, he said, "Now is
that a fucking bed, or ain't it?"

The bed was actually two king-sized beds pushed together.  We all threw
ourselves helter-skelter onto it.

As Bert took his turn to fondle Father Timothy's humongous balls, he said,
"You're about to witness this sweet boy, Ricky, getting double fucked up
his ass.  Are you ready, Ricky?"

"Sure.  Dad fisted me last week, and I'm ready for four cocks up my ass if
you can manage it."

"I think two's all we can get in position to do, sweetheart."

I lay stretched out on my back with my head toward the headboard.  Bert lay
down on his back with his head toward the foot of the bed.  We scooted up
closer to each other until our cocks were pressed together and standing
straight up.  I was surprised to see out hard-ons were exactly the same
length.

Father Timothy's mouth was hanging open as he stared at our two monoliths,
now welded together as one.  Semen was bubbling out of both of our cocks.
Ricky smeared it all around our dicks with his hand and then leaned over,
taking them both in his mouth at once.  He allowed a prodigious amount of
his saliva to flow over them.

Ricky said, "I don't think I'm going to need any lubricant on my ass.  I
think it'll be easy."

Father Timothy managed to speak.  "No lubricant?  Those two large cocks up
your ass with no lubricant.  I'm afraid you must have lubricant.  Would you
allow me?"

I said, "Go ahead, Ricky.  Let him lubricate it for you."

Father Timothy plunged his face into Ricky's ass crack.  He moaned
pitifully as he slashed his tongue all around and in Ricky's little pink
hole.  When he didn't stop, I finally said, "I think that's enough,
Father."

Ricky stood above us straddling our hips with his legs.  The sight of
Ricky's crotch at that angle was blowing my mind.  He spread his ass cheeks
with his hands as he slowly lowered his hole closer and closer to our
penises.  I could now see his hole opening and closing rapidly, clenching
and unclenching, like a pair of beautiful lips, crying out to be
penetrated.

Father Timothy's head was lying close to our hips as he watched Ricky's
blazing red hole slowly descending upon its target.  I could see his hand
going over the full length of my leg, and it felt so good and erotic.

Rick halted just as I felt our penises touch his hole.  Then slowly his
hole sucked the heads of our cocks into his rectum.  In a flash, the whole
length of our gorged penises were inside of him.  His ass rose and fell,
slowly at first, then faster and faster.  Father Timothy's hard, wet cock
was now throbbing against my leg.

Eric came over on his knees close to us and slapped his hard penis against
Ricky's face.  Ricky turned his head and sucked in the full length of
Eric's cock and began sucking it in and out at the same rhythm he was
riding our cocks.  I prayed that I wouldn't cum yet.  I wanted it to last
forever.  Sweat poured off of Ricky's face with the exertion.  As he
rapidly bobbed his face on Eric's cock, some of his sweat flew onto my
face.  I licked madly around my lips, hoping to taste some of my son's
salty sweat.

Eric started moaning loudly and suddenly pulled out of Ricky's mouth and
shot huge volleys of hot white cum all over Ricky's face.  That did it.  I
could feel the tingle of an approaching orgasm in my gut.  It was now
beyond my control.  My penis began to throb violently, and I felt Bert's
penis throbbing against mine.  I knew we'd both cum into Ricky's ass at the
same time.  And then it exploded.  Bert and I bucked our hips in unison at
each surge of our hot cream into my son's belly.  Our moans and groans
sounded like a chorus of wolfs baying at the moon.

Father Timothy was also growling, "Oh God, oh God, oh God!"

Bert and I lay there, totally spent.  Eric collapsed onto the bed next to
his dad.  But Ricky remained completely impaled on our deflating penises,
smiling sweetly down at me.  Oh God.  How I loved my little boy.  And how
proud I was of him.

Then he pulled off of us.  It made a slurping suction noise.  Our limp
penises flopped back onto our pubic hair.  Ricky lay next to me and kissed
me.

"I did it, dad.  Are you proud of me?"

"Of course, my sweet boy.  You're the best."

Father Timothy was stirring around on the bed in an obvious state of
unsatisfied horniness.  I could tell he was dying for action, now that the
rest of us had ours.  I thought for a moment and realized Ricky and Father
Timothy were the only ones who had not shot our loads.

I whispered to Ricky.  "Why don't you take care of Father Timothy.  I think
he needs a good fuck.  You know, put a load of sperm into his gut and make
him happy."

"Sure dad.  Ever since I fucked him at camp, I've been wanting to get into
that gorgeous body of his."

Ricky rolled away and crawled over to Father Timothy who had a glazed look
in his teary blue eyes.  He kissed the priest on the lips and then ran his
tongue down over his chest and stomach.  He sucked off the man's pre-cum
and ran his tongue over that massive ball sack.  He then put his hands
under Father Timothy's knees and raised his thighs up against his chest.

"How about a really good fuck, Father Timothy?"

Father Timothy smiled and said, "Oh yes.  A really good one, my sweet
little boy."

Ricky flooded Timothy's ass with his saliva and then plunged his hard cock
into his asshole.  Timothy groaned as he ran his hands over Ricky's arms.

As Ricky began to fuck faster and faster, Father Timothy seemed to go into
a trance.  "Fuck me hard, little boy.  Ram that mother-fucker into my
man-pussy hard and fast, boy!  Fuck my brains out!  Fuck the shit out of
me!  Fuck, fuck, fuck, my dirty hole while I watch that sweet adorable
little body of yours pump your hot, thick glop into me.  Talk dirty to me.
Come on, boy, talk dirty to me!  I want to hear your filthy mouth!

Ricky had heard plenty of dirty language, but I'd never heard him say
anything other than Fuck.  Even at the priest's urging, Ricky said nothing.
Father Timothy seemed to be satisfying himself with his own filthy mouth.
With all of the man's apparent piousness, I hadn't expected him to talk
that way.

"I think I'm cumming," Ricky shouted.

"Pull out and lay it on me," Father Timothy shouted.  "Shoot that
mother-fucking hot cum on my face!"

Ricky pulled out and scooted forward, letting stream after stream of his
thick white glop, as the good priest called it, all over his beautiful
face.  I rolled over quickly and took his face in my hands and cleaned up
every drop of my son's cum with my tongue.  It made me hard all over again
to feel the beautiful contours of his gorgeous face on my tongue.

It was now early evening, and we had all collapsed into sleep.  I awoke,
having to go to the bathroom about two in the morning.  Ricky was asleep
with his head pressed up into Father Timothy's crotch and his enormous ball
sack lying on Ricky's cheek.  Bert lay next to me with his arms tightly
around my thigh and his lips pressed against the skin and hair of my leg.
Eric had his head nestled in his dad's pubic hair and his dad's flaccid
penis in his mouth.  I tried not to wake them as I gently attempted to
remove Bert's strong arms from my leg.  It was not easy, and I had to pee
very badly.  I kept trying and was determined not to wake him.  But I
couldn't hold it, and a strong stream of piss started shooting from my
cock, soaking Bert's arm and face.  I lay there petrified, hoping he
wouldn't wake up.

Bert opened his eyes.  "Mmmm.  I didn't know you were into water games,
Roger."

"I'm not," I quickly said.  "I just couldn't hold it any longer.  You had
your arms around my leg so tightly, I . . . ."

"It's all right." Bert said as he sat up.  "I like it.  Got the sheet kind
of wet, but I like it."

"Well, I don't, Bert.  I'm not into that, and I'm sorry.

Bert put his wet face against mine.  "Well, we'll see about that, my lovely
man."


We all arose about mid-morning, and Father Timothy and I took our showers
together.  We kissed and caressed our bodies as we washed each other, and
had a little ass play.

I said, "You got pretty wild last night when Ricky was fucking you.  Do you
remember all the things you said?

Father Timothy didn't answer.

"Can I call you Tim, and drop the Father business?"

"Whatever," he said softly.  "Do as you like."

"I have to tell you I saw the real Tim last night.  You're a great looking
guy, and you're hot.  It's the sex, isn't it?  Not the sperm."

Tim remained quiet.

"Why did you join that church and pretend to be a priest?"

"I don't know."  Timothy was now fondling his balls idly.

"Yes, you do know."

We got out of the shower and dried each other off.  Without our clothes, we
walked silently out to the patio and sat naked together on a loveseat in
the sun.  The others were still in the bedroom.

Tim suddenly looked totally relaxed.  No more pompous look on his face or
in his voice.  It was almost as though he'd been transformed into another
person.

"Roger, I was raised by a man, my father, who taught me all I know about
sex.  He fucked me and sucked me endlessly, and I did the same to him from
as far back in my childhood as I can remember.  I loved every second of it,
especially his dirty mouth.  That made the sex all the better.  But it all
ended when he was sent to prison for raping a little seven year-old boy,
who later died of internal injuries.  By then, I'd become hopelessly
addicted to sex of every kind with both men and boys.  I know everyone
enjoys sex, but with me, there was no way I could live and breath without
it.  It was like opium to me.  At the same time, I felt ashamed over what
my father did to that boy, and my mind was going crazy.  It was unthinkable
that I would ever mistreat a boy like that.  I thought if I turned to
religion, I could find some peace.  When I happened upon the Church of the
Holy Seed, I thought it was the answer to my prayers.  All I had to do was
to worship God through the giving and taking of sperm, while at the same
time feeding my addiction to sex.  I was sure that praising God in that way
would cleanse me of the shame I felt for my father."

"Has it been cleansing?" I asked.

"Of course not.  I knew very early the whole thing was a sham.  It's
nothing but a mockery of religion.  And I'm a part of it.  I've thought
about it a lot.  I loved my father deeply.  It wasn't just the sex we had.
It was also his abiding love for me I felt his love every moment I was with
him.  And I realize now, this is where I've gone wrong.  I searched for
religion and for sex with this church.  But what I have NOT found was
someone to love, who would love me like my father did.  Gratuitous sex in
the guise of religion.  That's what I found.  Sex with men and boys I don't
know and will never see again.  And after I've had sex with them, I often
realized I didn't really want to know them."

I reached over and put my arms around Tim.  I could feel myself crying
inside.  I thought about Ricky.  Of course the church was a sham, but Ricky
and I loved each other intensely.  And I knew, even if there were no sex,
we'd always love each other.

I felt a little choked up, but I managed to say, "Tim, you've got to leave
that place.  Find yourself another church if you like, but leave that
place.  And throw away that silly clerical collar.  We all get kind of
horny for sex with a real priest.  But you're not one.  You're a beautiful
young man in so many ways.  There are a thousand guys out there who are
just waiting to find someone like you to love.  You're a bright guy, and
with your smashing good looks and your introspective ways, you'll find
someone to love.  Just get away from Father John and his stupid church.

Tim wiped off the tears from under his eyes with his fingers.  "I'm a
little embarrassed, Roger, confessing all this stuff to you.  I'm sorry."

I kissed his cheek and tasted the saltiness of his tears.  "You made a
mistake, that's all," I said.  "You're young.  You can turn things around.
I have some really nice friends who are respectable and well-adjusted.
I'll introduce you to some of them.  I think they'd like you.  I'm sure
they'd like you.  Although they're all highly sexually charged, like you, I
know for a fact, some of them are also looking for someone to love.
Someone with whom they can have a lifetime of love."

"A lifetime of love.  With one man.  That's what I really want."

"I know there are a lot of guys who have penis fetishes or cum fetishes or
asshole fetishes.  They like a good fuck, and that's all they want.  But
there are many who want more.  As for me, I love all forms of sex, but
there are some things that go beyond sex and melt my heart."

I put my hand on Tim's thigh.  "The silky smooth feel of the hair on your
muscled leg."  I moved my hand to his cheek.  "Touching the soft skin of
your cheek and kissing your beautiful dimples when you smile.  The kindness
and longing I see so often in your eyes.  Your soft voice, the gentle touch
of your hand on my body, and the strength of your arms around me as we hug.
Those are the things I can so easily fall in love with.  Hard sex that
ultimately comes is only the consummation of that love.

"I know," Tim said.  "I've felt all those things sometimes with other men,
but they've never felt that way about me."

"You don't know that, Tim.  You haven't given them a chance.  There are
others out there who love those things as much as you and I.  You need to
give it a chance.  The Church of the Holy Seed is a perverse place where
sex is performed only for its own sake.  That's fine in the short run.  But
in the end, especially as we grow older, and find ourselves alone, we all
crave to be loved."

Timothy smiled and took my head between his hands and kissed me gently,
almost as though he loved me.

I stood up and took his hand.  "Let's go on in.  I smell eggs and bacon
frying."


In the kitchen, we found Bert leaning against the stove while his son Eric
was bent over, busily sucking his dad's cock.  Ricky was on the floor
having some tongue play in Eric's ass crack.

"At it so early?" I said.

Bert looked up.  "Eric and I need our morning dose of hot sperm, Roger.  We
knew you must have been doing the same out there on the patio."

"As a matter of fact, we weren't doing that, Bert.  After breakfast, I'm
going to drive Father Timothy back to town."

"Why?"

"I . . . I believe he's not feeling well."

Tim nodded his head in agreement.

"And I think Ricky and I'll go home, too," I said.

"But the week's just begun.  We'd planned to have a week of real
cum-letting.  Don't you remember?"

"Yes, but . . . I've just remembered some appointments I have scheduled."

Bert pulled his cock out of Eric's mouth and sat down.  "Well, I can't
really say I'm not pissed off about this.  I was going to talk with you
about what we agreed to at the camp."

"What was that," I asked in all innocence.

"See.  You don't even remember," Bert said.  "Eric and I talked with you
about the four of us leaving town for good and going off to an island
somewhere so just the four of us could fuck and play around with each other
for the rest of our lives without anybody bothering us.  Don't you remember
that?  I love you, Roger.  I told you that.  And Eric and Ricky said they
love each other, too."

"I remember.  But that will never work, Bert.  Actually I don't remember
agreeing to anything.  For one thing, I'd be a fool to give up everything I
have.  And for another, I already have someone I love.  It's Ricky here.
He and I love each other more than I could ever love anyone else.  All the
fucking and sucking we've done with you two have been great.  But the four
of us going off together is, frankly, a dumb idea."

We ate out breakfast in virtual silence.  As Tim, Ricky and I drove away, I
felt rather badly over disappointing Bert and Eric.  But my earlier
conversation with Tim had somehow changed my mood completely.  In a way,
Bert and Eric no loner mattered to me.  It was Tim . . . poor Father
Timothy . . . who concerned me now.  Under all that priestly fakery, he was
a dear man.  A man anyone could love.

I pulled into a deserted rest stop and turned off the engine.  I looked
into Tim's eyes.  It wasn't his cock or his pendulous balls.  It was his
ravishing dimples, the soft curve of his chin.  It was his long eyelashes
that shaded his dark eyes.  His trust in me and his willingness to confide
in me with his darkest, most deeply held secrets, and his longing for
someone to love him.  I could, at that moment, fall deeply in love with him
myself.  Ricky had pushed forward from the backseat and had his head
between Tim and me.  I could tell he knew what was going on in my mind.

"Dad," Ricky said quietly.  "Do you think we could stop at a motel
somewhere before we get home?  Just for a little while?  I'm not sure I
want to go home right now."  Then putting his hand on Tim's shoulder, Ricky
said, "Would you like to do that, too?"

Tim said nothing, but smiled and nodded his head.

I started the engine, and we were off.


Again, many thanks to all of you who have responded to this story.  I
haven't gotten around to answering many of you, but I will soon.

Tom Borden tombor99@yahoo.com