Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2007 09:06:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Church of the Holy Seed"  Chapter 8

Church of the Holy Seed

Chapter 8


I sent Ricky, Tim, and Father Jurkins to wait in Ricky's room, and went to
my Study where I called Deputy Rivers.

"Good afternoon, Deputy Waters.  It's been so long since I've seen you.
What a delight."

"Please call me Rod.  Let's drop the Deputy shit."

"Are you still with the Sheriff's Department?

"Oh, yes.  I have a new partner on the beat.  I think I've converted him to
the worship of God.  We fill each other's bodies with our holy sperm
whenever we can, and it's so inspiring."

"What happened to your other partner, Deputy Snow?"

"Very sad, Roger.  He was also converted as I was, you know.  But he made
the mistake of trying to convert a Jewish guy by pushing his cock into the
man's mouth.  And the fucker bit off the end of Snow's penis.  It happened
in the restroom at the Sheriff's office.  Shit, you never seen so much
blood in your fucking life.  I haven't seen him since.  I think that
mother-fucker resigned or got his ass fired or something."

"That sounds terrible, Rod.  Have you considered attending services.
Father John is conducting a confirmation service next Sunday.  Those are
special days, you know, when the hot, creamy sperm flows like water."

"I'll be there.  The reason I called, Roger, is that . . . you know
. . . I've really missed you and Ricky.  I dream of taking your sperm into
my body again.  I have you to thank for bringing the worship of sperm into
my life.  I love you both, God be praised."

"I miss your body, too . . . I mean I miss your sperm, too, Rod.  Why don't
you meet us tomorrow night at my office about ten.  It's on the fourteenth
floor of the Corbin building.  It'll be quiet then, and we can . . . you
know . . . get reacquainted."


When I returned to Ricky's room, the three of them were already stripped
down naked watching one of Ricky's favorite videos, a gang fuck involving
six boys and six men.  Ricky was one of them.  It was taped at the men's
fellowship outing that summer.  Ricky had taken all six of the fathers'
cocks up his ass, one right after the other.  Some of those cocks were
humongous.  It was amazing, being as small as he was, he could swallow them
up his ass with such ease.  I was so proud of him.

Father Jurkins' black garments, including his clerical collar, were lying
in a clump on the floor.

"I thought you resigned from the priesthood.  Why are you still wearing
those clothes?"

"I haven't anything else to wear yet.  I'm going out in the morning to get
me some real clothes."

Not wanting to stand out in the crowd, I quickly shed my own clothes.
Father Jurkins was sitting on the end of the bed facing the VCR.  I stood
next to him with my hard cock idly brushing against his cheek and lips.  He
stuck out his tongue to catch the long elastic string of semen that dangled
from my pee hole.  That appeared to be the signal for all of us to pile
onto Ricky's bed.  The main purpose of our being together that afternoon
was to instruct Father Jurkins as to what he might expect during his
confirmation into the Church of the Holy Seed.

During part of the ceremony, the nine priests would stand over his naked
body and masturbate their holy seed onto him.  Ricky and I and Tim stood
over him and did that.  As we splattered our cum all over his face and neck
and chest, he looked as though he had fallen into a deep reverie.  There
was also the possibility that the Bishop would be there on Sunday and that
the newly confirmed members would need to offer their sperm to him through
his mouth.  I knelt down, acting the part of the Bishop, and Father Jurkins
stood before me and fucked my mouth.  He held the back of my head and
thrust his hips so violently that I almost gagged.  Then a torrent of hot,
thick sperm poured into my mouth, some spilling out of the corners of my
mouth and down my chin.  It was a load like no other I'd ever swallowed.
It kept cumming in powerful volleys that blasted against the back of my
throat as his throbbing penis slapped violently against the roof of my
mouth with each surge.

After I pulled off of his wilting penis, I said, "Well, God will reward you
doubly for that load, and I certainly can feel the Grace of God surging
through me as your hot sperm is absorbed into my body."

We rested several times during the afternoon, and went at it again, and
then again.

"I want both of you," I finally said, "to stay over with us tonight.  Tim
and I will stay in my room, and Father Jurkins, you can sleep with Ricky.
I think we can all take a break tonight from the four-way orgy we had this
afternoon."

My wife fixed dinner for the four of us, and paid as much attention to us
as though we weren't even there.

I could hardly wait to share my bed with Father Timothy that night.  I
don't know what was the matter with me.  My dear Ricky, my son, was the
love of my life.  So why did I crave Tim so deeply?  It wasn't just his
gorgeous cock, or the softness of the silky skin on his body.  I think I
actually felt love for him.  But I thought I'd fallen in love with several
men and boys who attended that fucking church and that silly fellowship
camp.  God I was horny.  I was horny all the time, it seemed.  I looked at
Tim, and it was his fragile vulnerability that made me love him.  The
sadness in his eyes.  All I seemed to want to do is hold him tightly in my
arms and kiss his face and lick every inch of his beautiful body with my
tongue.  What caring man in the world could resist him?

We lay in bed on our sides, facing each other with our arms around each
other.  I could feel that he loved me, too.  Our hard cocks were pressed
together, and I could feel his throbbing over and over against mine.  I ran
my hands over his firm, but soft white skin, his ass cheeks, round and
full.  I wanted to be inside of him, and he inside of me.  But I couldn't
bear releasing him from my arms.  We ran our tongues over each other's eyes
and cheeks and lips.  We sucked on each other's ears.  I soon felt him
loosening his grip on me and sliding down, running his tongue through the
swirls of soft hair on my chest, gently nibbling on my nipples.  Down went
his tongue over my stomach and the heavy strip of dark hair that ran from
my navel into my thick bush of pubic hair, as he ran his hands over the
soft hair on my forearms.  He momentarily sucked in the head of my hard
penis and slashed at it with his tongue.  Then, after bringing it down over
the full length of the underside of my penis, he nibbled on the soft skin
of my scrotum, taking each ball into his mouth where he carefully massaged
it with his lips and tongue.

Tim then ran his tongue over the soft hair that covered my upper inner
thighs, the soft skin that is there to cushion a man's balls when he sits
or walks.  Down he went the full length of my thighs and calves, licking
and sucking on the soft light brown hair that covered them.

He put his hands under my knees and brought my legs up so my thighs were
against my chest.  He pushed a pillow under my hips.  In that position, my
ass cheeks were separated, and he looked into my crack.  Slowly, he lowered
his face.  I could feel his tongue slashing through the mass of hair in my
crack and then touch very gently my asshole.

I was, by this time, almost on the edge of insanity.  I needed him inside
of me.  I felt his cheekbones pressing against my ass as his quivering
tongue pressed into me.  His hot breath in my crack felt good.  He fucked
me with his tongue for many minutes while continuing to run his fingers
lightly over my legs, tickling them to the point I almost felt like passing
out.

Soon, he pulled his tongue out of my asshole and rose up on his knees.  He
moved closer and mounted me.  I watched his blazing gorged cock pointing
into my crack and then slowly disappearing through my asshole into my
rectum.

For a moment, I felt as though I had passed into another world.  Then I
felt his cock rubbing against my prostate, faster and faster.  I looked
down at my penis.  It was throbbing rapidly and looked larger and fatter
and redder than I'd ever seen it.  The dark purple veins that encircled it
looked as though they were about to burst.  With each thrust, his lower
abdomen slapped against my balls giving me a strange, but wonderful
pre-orgasmic feeling.

I saw a spray of sweat scattering from Tim's face onto my belly.  I ran my
hands over his strong, beautiful arms that were bracing him on the bed as
he pounded his cock into me.  I longed to be able to reach his arms with my
tongue so I could lick and suck on the beautiful dusting of hair that
covered them.

I looked into his eyes and saw a look of lost concentration, with his face
beginning to contort, about to reflect the beautiful indescribable agony of
his approaching orgasm.  I was so close, I knew we would cum together.  We
had to.  Our bodies had merged.  We were totally at one with each other.

I saw the muscles in his arms become tense, his pecs were quivering, he
opened his mouth and threw his head back.  As he rocked his head from side
to side, he let out a guttural grunt and then an almost unearthly screech.
As I felt his cock throbbing inside my rectum, I let my orgasm take hold of
my body completely.  As I shot glob after glob of thick pudding all over my
stomach, face and neck, I felt my asshole clenching and snapping violently
on Tim's cock.

Sweat poured off of Tim's face, mingling with the sperm on my stomach.  He
was gasping for air, and suddenly his arms gave way, and he collapsed upon
me, squishing the mixture of sweat and cum, causing it to begin running
down my sides onto the sheet.

We lay there with our eyes closed, out bodies weakened and totally spent.
I actually think we went to sleep for a few minutes.  Then I was suddenly
conscious that Tim was rolling off of me.  We once again lay side by side
facing each other and wrapped tightly in each other's arms.

The next thing I knew, it was morning, and we had not moved from each
other's arms.

Tim kissed me lightly on my lips and said, "Oh, I hope you'll forgive me.
I must have gone to sleep before you had a chance to have a good fuck into
me."

I laughed and told him I'd shot a big load and had a great orgasm at the
same time he did.  There was no way either of was in shape after that to do
any more fucking.

As we lay in each other's arms, Ricky opened the door and came in.  He
stared at us for a few moments and then lay down with us.  He kissed and
licked the exquisite orbs of Tim's ass, and then sat up.

"How's Father Jurkins?" I asked.

Ricky smiled.  "He's euphoric this morning.  I pumped two loads of cum into
him last night, one down his throat, and one up his ass.  Ever since he
woke up, he's been praising God and claiming that all the cum he took
inside of him has made him feel God's love.  He feels like he's gone to
Heaven."

"He's a fucking fool," said Tim, "believing all that Bull Shit."

"You believed it once, too, Tim," I said.  "So don't pass judgment on him."

Father Jurkins suddenly appeared at the door.  He looked down at me and
said, "Did Ricky tell you how wonderfully he was able to pump God's grace
into my body?  It was so lovely.  And I could almost see the aura of Jesus
hovering over Ricky's body as my holy sperm flowed into his sweet asshole."

Poor Tim had no job and no place to live.  Jurkins lived in a rat trap of a
rooming house, but also had no job or income.  I decided to have them live
with us and help them the best I could to find jobs.  While I was at work,
and Ricky was in school, I knew Tim and Jurkins were back at the house
passing the time fucking and sucking each other.

The next night, Ricky and I went to my office to meet Rod Rivers at ten
o'clock.  He was right on time, waiting in the hall outside my door.  With
him was a very handsome young boy.

"Roger, I want you to meet my son, Eddie.  He's thirteen.  I told you about
him when we were at the Fellowship Camp."

I took his hand.  "Nice to meet you, Eddie.  And this is my son, Ricky.
You're about the same age.  Come on in and let's get comfortable.

When we were seated, Rod said, "I want Rod to join our church, but I really
haven't told him much about the church's teachings.  He's admitted to me
that he does masturbate, and I did tell him that this church gives thanks
to God by worshiping sperm.  But I'm not sure he fully understands what
would be expected of him.  And I was hoping you could help me out with
that.

"Well, Eddie," I said, "I'm sure you find it pleasurable to masturbate,
don't you?"

"Uh, yes."  Eddie had confusion written all over his face.

"We believe in this church that the white cream that shoots out of your
penis is holy.  It's sacred."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yes indeed.  As to spreading that holiness within ourselves and within
others, it must be ingested by others.  If your father, for example, were
to bring your sacred sperm into his body, he would feel the grace of God
and the love of Jesus.  And it you should take your fathers sperm into your
body, you would have that same wonderful feeling."

"Really?"

"You know that wonderful, heavenly feeling you get when you masturbate and
shoot your sperm?"

"Yes."

"Well that is God's reward to you for producing your sperm for others."

"Wow."

"Now, Eddie, in order to get our sperm into other's bodies, there are only
two places through which it can go.  The mouth or the anus."  "Wow." Eddie
said.  "Did you know that, Dad?"

"Uh . . . yeah."

"Your father, Eddie, has already given his sperm to others through both
orifices."

Eddie looked at his father.  "I didn't know you jerked off, Dad."

Rod smiled nervously.

"Of course he does," I said.  "All men and boys do it.  But it should be
done for the love of God, in the name of Jesus.  You want to be a good
Christian, don't you?"

"Oh, yes."

"Now, if you want to become a member of our church, you will need to be
prepared for the Confirmation ceremony.  You will need to practice this
with your father.  I want your father to demonstrate and show you how to
give his sperm to my son Ricky here.  While they do it, it is essential
that God looks down on them in all their natural nakedness as they perform
this holy rite.  Go ahead and get out of your clothes, you two.  Rod, I
want you to receive the sacred sperm of my son.  Watch this carefully,
Eddie, so you'll know how it's done."

When Ricky and Rod were completely naked, Ricky lay flat on his back on the
sofa, his hard cock standing straight up.  Rod knelt beside him on the
floor and took Ricky's turgid penis in his mouth.  I noticed Eddie's jaw
drop open and his eyes widen.  Rod ran his lips over the full length of
Ricky's shaft as he fondled Ricky's balls in one hand.

The huge bulge that had developed in the front of Eddie's pants gave
witness to the fact that his cock was hard as a rock.  I urged him to go
and sit on the floor next to Rod so he could see exactly what was
happening.

In only a matter of minutes, Ricky's orgasm swept over him.  His beautiful
legs stiffened and his whole body shook as though he were having
convulsions.  His thick cum was dripping out of the corners of Rod's mouth
and down his chin.

When it was over, I said, "Now Eddie, look in your father's face.  Don't
you see the love of God in his eyes, now that he had taken a full load of
God's holy sperm?

Eddie nodded and began to rub his own crotch.

"Eddie, now your father will fill Rick's body with the warmth of God's
love.  This time, your father's sperm will enter Ricky's body through his
anus."

Eddie stood up and said, "You mean Dad's going to fuck Ricky in the
asshole?"

Rod looked truly startled to know that Eddie knew this kind of language.

"Yes, Eddie, we might as well call it what it's known as in the vernacular.
Your Dad's going to fuck Ricky and shoot his sperm up his ass."

Ricky, still lying on the sofa, raised his legs high, as Rod mounted him
and pushed his cock up into Ricky's fuck tunnel.  Eddie now openly rubbed
his hard bulge and he watched his father's cute buns rising and falling as
he was ramming his hard cock into Ricky's asshole.

As I watched, my own cock had ballooned up to full erection.  I undid my
pants and let it flop out into full view.

I said, "Go ahead, Eddie, you can't keep that rascal bound up like that
forever.  Go ahead and take it out and give it some air."

Eddie ripped down his zipper and pulled his cock out into the open.  A long
elastic string of pre-cum dangled from his pee-hole.  He gently stroked it
as he watched his father's cock plunging in and out of Ricky's ass.  Soon,
Rod let out a growl as his whole body stiffened.

"Praise God!  I'm cumming!" he yelled.

Eddie was now stroking his long, curved penis faster."

"Hold it," I said.  "We're not through yet, Eddie.  One more thing we need
to do, and then you and your dad can practice for next Sunday's service.  I
want you now to stand naked before God as your father has.  Take `em off."

As I stripped off all my clothes, Eddie stripped off his, revealing a
gorgeous thirteen year-old body, tanned, with soft hair growing on his
legs, and a lovely huge bush of dark pubic hair.  It was all I could do to
keep from grabbing his body and ravaging it right there.

I leaned against the bookcase to steady myself.  "Now, Eddie, I want you
take my sperm into your body.  You'll feel God's spirit surging through you
as it runs down your throat.  Kneel before me, Eddie.  Now take hold of my
cock and guide into your mouth just as you saw your Dad take Ricky's into
his mouth.  Be sure not to touch it with your teeth.  Now run the whole
length in and out of your mouth, swirling your tongue over the head."

Eddie took my cock deep into his mouth eagerly.  Ricky couldn't resist
Eddie for another minute and rushed over to sit behind.  He reached under
Eddie's ass and fondled his balls, then ran his finger over his asshole.
Within a few seconds he had pushed two fingers up into his asshole.  Eddie
sucked my cock like he was in an uncontrollable sexual frenzy.  Rod came
over and brought his face down real close to watch my cock going in and out
of his son's mouth.

I couldn't hold it any longer and my cum exploded into Eddie's mouth.  My
orgasm seemed to go on for many minutes as Eddie slurped and swallowed as
much as he could.  When I finally pulled out, I looked down and saw Eddie
sitting on the floor looking up at me with the sweetest smile on his face.
Thick cum was dripping from his lips down his chin.  I couldn't help myself
and went down to the floor with him.  I enveloped him tightly in my arms
and kissed him on the mouth, tasting my own cum, mixed with his sweet
saliva.

I forced myself to let go of Eddie and stood up.  "Well, Eddie, you've done
very well.  How do you feel?"

"Praise God, I feel God's warmth in my body."

"I think you'll want to practice a lot more with your Dad before the
ceremony.  Also, you and he can practice fucking each other, although the
church doesn't allow fucking on the Altar.  The only place members can do
it under the auspices of the church is during the church's Fellowship camp
in the summer."


The time for Confirmation had arrived---a bright and crisp Autumn Sunday.
When Ricky and I arrived, we stood out on the sidewalk for awhile watching
the men and women and their dressed up children arriving.  Soon, Rod Rivers
and Eddie walked up.  Eddie had his hair nicely combed.  He wore pressed
dark trousers and a crisp short sleeved white shirt.  God!  How I could
have taken him right there on the sidewalk!

The four of us sat together close to the front.  The organ was softly
playing some unintelligible piece of music.  Naked altar boys, most with
flaccid penises flopping in front of them, were lighting some candles on
the altar and positioning the Bishops ornate chair to one side.  Several
were laying out the sacred carpets on the altar floor.

I leaned toward Rod.  "Confirmation Day is always an exciting event---such
a beautiful ceremony."

Soon, Father John entered the altar from a side door.  He was dressed in an
ivory and gold robe with a red satin banner around his neck and hanging
down his front.  His robe hung open, revealing his two nipples, between
which was a thick mat of curly black hair, as well as a huge mass of pubic
hair.  His hard cock and balls peeked out through the opening.

Father John mounted the pulpit and smiled.  "Isn't this a lovely day?" he
said, waving his arm.

The congregation murmured Amen.

"Today is one of the glorious days in our church.  The day when we bring
into our fold and confirm the membership of all these lovely boys sitting
down here.  And don't they look simply adorable?  I'd like to make several
announcements before we begin.  Next Wednesday evening is our semi-annual
covered-dish supper put on by all the lovely ladies of our church.
Entertainment following the meal this year will be by our Youth Devotional
Group made up of our fifteen to seventeen year-old boys.  They will
demonstrate, for those of you who attend, various methods of producing and
collecting the sacred sperm.  Many of the ingenious methods were devised
very cleverly by the boys themselves.  It will be a fascinating and
educational program.  Try not to miss it.

"I have also been notified that Mr. Robert Coolhand, a devoted member of
our congregation, has been taken ill and is now in the hospital.  It is
unfortunate in that he had just begun training his twelve year old son to
go through Confirmation.  Since he will be unable to do it, I agreed to ask
the congregation for any volunteers to take over the young boy's training.
Those of you who may be interested should make an appointment to see me at
my office, where I will be glad to interview you and determine your
. . . shall we say . . . qualifications for the job.  Also, many of you may
wish to send our brother a get-well offering of your fresh sperm.  We have
containers that can be sealed for that purpose.

"My next announcement has to do with a change in our Confirmation ceremony.
As you know, all sperm ingested here on the altar was required to be
entered through the mouth.  But following our Fellowship Camp this past
summer, there have been many requests that we allow sperm to enter the body
through the anus on Confirmation day.  Therefore, the Church Council, after
much deliberation, has decided to allow fucki . . . I mean allow sperm to
flow into the body through the anus, as well as the mouth."

The congregation broke into unrestrained applause.  I turned to Rod.  "I
hope you and Eddie practiced fucking each other."

Rod smiled and put his arm around Eddie.  "We sure have.  This little
fucker is a cock sucking mother-fucker now.  I'm so proud of him.

Father John continued his announcements.  "I want to urge you all to use
the collection cups hanging on the back of the pews in front of you for
your offerings.  A priest will make the rounds periodically to collect them
while their still fresh."

Rod Rivers turned toward me.  "What the fuck do those priests do with all
that sperm?"

"I'm not sure, Rod.  But I think they have a party after the service and
get drunk on it."

"I have one further announcement," Father John said.  "We are supremely
honored this morning to have His Worship, Bishop Harry Frick, who will
officiate over the confirmation of the young boys.

His Worship, dressed in a flame-red robe, hanging open in the front,
grandly took his seat in the Bishop's chair.  He wore a liturgical
headdress that looked suspiciously like a Pope's miter.  He held his knees
apart so the congregation could plainly see his flaccid penis and huge
balls spread out languidly on the chair seat.

"Now," Father John said, "Will the priests please enter.  Remove your
garments and place them over the altar rail.  Then take your positions on
the sacred carpets."

Nine priests, including the redoubtable Father Bruce, entered, removed
their robes, and laid their naked bodies spread eagle on the carpets.  They
all had very stiff hard-ons that stood straight up.  All, except Father
Duncan, who had to play with his a little to get it up.  Father Duncan was
the oldest of the Priests, and it was well known that he took Viagra pills
by the dozens in order to keep up with the others.

"Now," continued Father John," will all the boys to be confirmed please
come to the altar and remove your clothes, placing them on the altar rail."
After the boys had stripped, I could see that some of the boys were hard,
and some were not."

"Each of you lie on your stomach between the legs of one of the priests,
and take the priest's penis in your mouth.  Since you have all been
instructed by your fathers on how to do this, bring the priest to orgasm
and take his sacred sperm into your bodies.  Since there are ten boys and
only nine priests, I shall allow this sweet little one to take my holy
sperm into his body."

As we looked on, all we could see was a row of twenty little round ass
cheeks quivering away as the boys' heads bobbed furiously up and down on
the priest's penises.  Rod Rivers sat on the edge of his seat with his
pants now down around his ankles.  He held a collection cup under his hard
cock as he vigorously jacked off.

"Oh, shit," he said.  "Look at my little fucker up there sucking that
priest off like a boy slut.  I'm so proud of him."

All the priests, except Father Duncan, shot their loads of sacred cream
into the boys' bellies at about the same time.  Father Duncan, however, was
having trouble keeping his cock from wilting.  But even he eventually shot
a pretty good load.  The priests all rose and stood off to the side.

Father John stood before the congregation, still a bit breathless after his
orgasmic shot of sperm into the little boy.  "Will the fathers of these
dear little boys please come to the altar and remove your clothes.  When
you have done that, please place your son on his back on the sacred carpet.
You will now fill your son's body with your sacred sperm.  This will be the
first time that we have allowed sperm to enter the body through the child's
ass ho . . . I mean, anus.  You may insert your penises into your sons'
asses in any way that you have found best during your practice."

Rod lifted Eddie's slender legs up until his thighs were tight against his
chest.  As Rod moved into position with his ass pointed out toward the
congregation, we could clearly see Rod's long ball sack swinging between
his legs, and his hard cock quickly entering Eddie's asshole.  Several of
the other fathers chose to fuck their son's doggy style.  The sight of
these ten fathers fucking their boys was too much for most of the men and
boys in the congregation, who were now furiously stroking their own cocks.
Some were having their wives or sons in the audience sucking them off.
Several priests were scurrying around collecting the sperm donation cups as
soon as they were filled.

Some of these priests were so overwhelmed at the sight of all these little
boy assholes getting fucked, they stood in the aisles and jerked themselves
off, crying God be Praised as they shot their loads onto the floor.

Father John stepped over to Bishop Frick, who took the reverend Father
John's penis in his mouth and sucked him orgasm.  I'm sure it wasn't in the
script for this confirmation, but, knowing Father John, he couldn't help
himself, and the Bishop seemed most willing to accommodate him.

One by one, the fathers let out howls signaling the arrival of their
orgasms.  As they pulled out, some of them collapsed flat on the floor
exhausted.

Father John, once again breathless, asked the boys, who had now been filled
with sacred sperm through both ends of their bodies, if they could now feel
the grace of God surging through their veins.  They all nodded vigorously.

The final step toward confirmation was now at hand.  Signaled with a nod
from Father John, the Bishop rose and ceremoniously let his robe drop to
the floor, revealing a young, firm body and a hard cock that must have been
eight inches if it was one.  A special lamb skin mat was placed before him.
He got down on all fours, facing to the side.

Father John announced, "Each of these lovely boys have now been infused
with the precious sperm of God.  To consummate his affirmation, each boy
will put his own sperm into the body of His Worship, Bishop Frick."

Each boy was led up to stand behind the Bishops gorgeous ass and told to
fuck him.  Each boy, with the technique of a professional cocksman, plowed
the Bishops ass.  When each one had achieved his orgasm, he stood aside and
let the next one tear into the holy asshole.  After all ten had dumped
their sperm into the Bishop's rectum, the bishop stood and held his hands
high in the air and shouted, "I feel the power and love of Jesus through
the sacred sperm of these beautiful boys."

After being fucked by ten boys, the Bishop looked a little unsteady and had
to be helped back to his chair.  As he walked, long streams of boy cum
could be seen running down the backs and sides of his hairy legs.  Several
priests appeared and began scooping the runny semen off his legs and
licking their fingers.

Father John once again stepped to the pulpit.  "Wasn't that a lovely
ceremony?"

Most of the congregation was not listening, but rather were busy filling up
the collection cups or fucking each other's mouths.

"I can see," Father John said, "how moved most of you were by this
ceremony."

After everyone pulled up their pants, zipped up, and secured their buckles,
they began to drift out of the sanctuary.  All the little boys, back in
their clothes received rounds of congratulations from the adults.  Bishop
Frick, with the help of Father John, was able to make it to the front step
of the church to greet the parishioners as they left.  He leaned heavily on
Father Johns shoulder with one hand, while he held the other against his
ass.  Rod Rivers and I, along with Ricky and Eddie were the last to leave,
but were asked to wait and have a seat in the last row of pews.

Father John and Bishop Frick sat with us.  Frick put his hand on Eddie's
crotch.  "I watched you today, Eddie.  You'll make a wonderful active
member of our church.  I knew it was you when you put your cock up my ass
. . . or rather when you put your penis in my anus.  You are truly gifted.
I could feel that your sperm has a special holy quality to it.  As soon as
it entered me, I felt God's presence more than with any of the other boys.
I must insist that you and I perform this communion together often for the
love of Jesus."

"Okay," Eddie answered.

"Perhaps tomorrow," Frick said, "you can consummate the act by putting your
sacred sperm into me through my mouth."

"Okay."

The Bishop then turned to Rod.  "Mr. Rivers, I understand you were
permitted to skip the confirmation ceremony because of your actions at our
camp in the summer.  All of our priests confirmed that they had each been
filled with your sperm many times over during that time.  That was nice,
but that procedure was not approved by me.  If you truly want to continue
as a member of this church, you will have to perform the proper ceremony
with me.  It is the only way you can become one of God's children.  I would
ask that you accompany little Eddie here tomorrow, and we'll complete the
ceremony at that time."

"Yes, Your Worship," Rod said with great awe.  I will be there."

Bishop Frick reached over and unzipped Rod's fly and pulled out his penis,
which grew hard in an instant.  "Until then, Mr. Rivers, let me take some
of your sperm."

Frick sucked Rod off to orgasm.  Both Ricky and I had jacked off back in
our pew earlier, but it was obvious our cocks were hard.

"Mr. Thompson," Frick said, "I must ingest some of yours since it's been
awhile."

I dragged out my cock and Frick fell upon it and sucked madly.  I came
within seconds.

Father John sat there squirming like a madman.  "As long as you're taking
their sperm, I think I should give Your Worship mine."

At that, Frick slipped off his robe and lay on his back on the pew with his
legs in the air.  "Yes, Father John, I must have your sperm up my ass."

Father John, also with his robe fallen to the floor, mounted the Bishop and
gave him a really hard fuck.  We could see sperm was still dripping out of
Frick's asshole, and Father John's cock sounded as though it was sloshing
through a pile of wet pudding as it pistoned in and out of the Bishop's
asshole.


After saying goodbye to these two holy men, I suggested we all go back to
my house for some refreshments.  When we entered, my wife was out and the
house was quiet.  Before getting something to drink, we went upstairs and
found Father Jurkins and Father Timothy lying naked next to each other on
Ricky's bed.  They were covered with sweat and cum that had been splattered
on both their stomachs and faces.

"Well, I guess we all had a good time today," I said.  "Look at that."

We left them and went downstairs.  While I went to the kitchen to get some
drinks, the others stripped off their clothes again and collapsed next to
one another on the sofa.

"I think naked is the only way to have a good time with good friends," Rod
said.

When I delivered the drinks, I stripped off my own clothes.

Eddie said, "I really loved fucking that Bishop.  Especially with all the
other guys' cum in it.  What a cute ass he's got.  I can't wait til
tomorrow."

"I think he liked you, too," Rod said.  "I can vouch for the fact that cock
of yours, Eddie, can give a fucking good fuck."

We talked about the events of that day for awhile.  Then both Father
Jurkins and Timothy came wandering down the stairs.

"We heard your voices," Tim said.  "I guess we'd fallen asleep."

They pushed themselves in between us on the sofa until our naked bodies
were pressed together like sardines.  We were startled to hear the doorbell
ring.

When I answered it, there stood Father Bruce, legs apart, and without a
shirt, revealing his gorgeous muscled torso.

"Are you going to let me in?" he said.  "I gotta talk to you."

"Sure, Father Bruce.  Come on in and join us."


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