Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2022 00:54:07 +0000
From: eightxsixat14 <eightxsixat14@protonmail.com>
Subject: Doing God's Work

This is my third attempt at writing a story for publication on nifty.org.
Because of the many kind words I received in appreciation of my first 2
stories, I felt encouraged to tackle a third story, one that has lived in
my head for many years.  Nifty is enforcing a policy of not publishing
stories of boys younger than 9, even if the boys are consenting.  As a
result, I have modified this fun, light-hearted story to conform to that
policy.  The advantage is that you can now, in the privacy of your
imagination, assign him an age of your choosing, one that gets your juices
flowing the most.

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This work contains intimate sexual acts between a man and a boy for the
purpose of erotic fantasy.  I do not condone such acts in real life.  In
fact, I support all laws that outlaw such acts.  If reading such material
is illegal where you live, or if you personally find it offensive, please
do yourself and me a favor and do not read any farther.  I have no patience
for closeted gay homophobes who will proceed to read this material and then
condemn it.

DOING GOD'S WORK

It was the second week of school after summer vacation.  I was just
beginning second grade at St. Theresa's Catholic Elementary School.  It let
out at 3 pm, and I had to walk home alone.  The weather was overcast but
comfortable, so I didn't mind the walk.  I was proudly wearing the school
uniform: navy blue shorts and a red, short-sleeve polo shirt, both bearing
the school logo.  My shoes were black and my socks that day were red.
Sometimes I wore navy blue socks.  And that day, I was shouldering my Star
Wars backpack.

We had moved into the city over the summer.  My mommy had walked me to
school the first few days so she could show me the route she wanted me to
take.  It took us clear around a fairly large city park.  It would have
been much faster to walk straight across the park, but mommy told me that I
was not to do that, because some areas in the park were heavily forested
and there could be some bad boys and men that could hurt me.  I thought
that was crazy because she and my daddy had taken me into the park several
times to play on the playground equipment.  There seemed to be lots of
kids, some with and some without their parents, and it appeared to me to be
quite safe.

On this particular day, I decided to defy my mother and walk home by taking
the route through the park.  What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.  I
figured that with the time saved, I could spend some time on the swings and
slides.  So, into the park I ventured.  I found it surprising that this end
of the park was quite different from the side of the park I was familiar
with; it was heavily wooded and largely devoid of people.  But, of course,
the playground equipment, basketball and tennis courts, baseball diamond,
swimming pool, and other amenities of a large city park were all located at
the other side of the park, closer to where I lived, so, naturally, that is
where most park visitors spent their time.

A short distance into the park, I encountered a restroom; it was almost
hidden amongst fairly dense vegetation.  I decided to go inside, not
because I had to pee, but because I had recently developed an interest in
public restrooms where I could peek at the dicks of men pissing in the
urinals.  I rarely saw much because most men, especially younger men, were
super careful to hide their dicks.  Also, I was almost always with my
daddy, and he always ushered me into a booth and closed the door.  He would
stand behind me while I peed, and then make me stand behind him while he
peed.  Much to my disappointment, he never let me see his penis.

The door to the restroom was open and a large pail of soapy water and a mop
were sitting just outside.  I entered the restroom and was surprised to see
a priest standing at one of the urinals.  I knew he was a priest, because
his was dressed in a black suit with a white collar.  The moment he saw me,
he looked upward and exclaimed, "Thank you, dear Jesus.  Thank you, Thank
you."  Then looking at me and smiling warmly, he said, "Come closer boy,
please.  What is your name?"

"Timmy," I hesitantly responded, but I didn't move closer.

"Timmy, yes, yes," he said, "God told me he was sending me a boy named
Timmy, and here you are.  What grade are you in, Timmy?"

"Second."

" Oh, Wow!  In my book, that makes you the perfect age!"  I had no idea
what he meant by that.

"I can tell by your clothes that you are Catholic.  I'm Father Mark."

 I assumed Father Mark was peeing as he was standing very close to the
urinal, and his hands were both down in front of him as if he was holding
his penis.

"Catholic boys are taught that they must obey priests, am I right, Timmy?"
said with a big smile.

"Yes," I responded, a bit uneasy at this line of questioning.

"Well, Timmy, I have a problem, a big problem, and I need help.  I prayed
to our dear Lord God Almighty for help, and he told me that he would send
me a boy named Timmy.  And here you are.  An answer to prayer.  God is
great isn't he Timmy?  The bible tells us that he slaughtered millions and
millions of people, including innocent children, several times over.  The
world has never seen genocide to equal that wrought by our Lord and Master.
Clearly, he deserves our veneration.  You agree, don't you?"

"Yes," he was a priest, so, of course, I agreed with him, even though I
didn't know what he meant by "Édeserves our veneration."  In fact, most
of what he said was lost on me.

"Come closer, son.  Do you have to pee?"  I shook my head.  "Are you sure?"
I shook my head again.  "OkayÉso why did you come into the bathroom?"
Turning red, I shrugged, in effect saying, `I don't know'.  "Well, okay.
It doesn't matter.  Drop your backpack by the door and come over here right
next to me."  Relaxing a bit, I complied.  "That's it.  Now don't be
shocked, Timmy.  There is nobody here but us guys."  At that, he stepped
back from the urinal and turned toward me, holding his exposed cock in his
hand.  It was huge to my innocent eyes.  He had a boner such as I had never
seen before.  It was thick and long.  And his cockhead was huge with a very
pronounced coronal ridge.  I was dumbfounded.  Did all men have cocks such
as this?  Did my daddy have a massive cock like this?  I doubted it,
because surely, I would have seen a big bulge in his pants.  Here was a
priest showing me the biggest, hardest cock I had ever seen.  This must be
something only priests have, I surmised.  Although I was perplexed by his
showing me his cock, I was, at the same time, extremely fascinated, to say
the least.

Suddenly, looking up at the ceiling, the priest said, "Shush, God is
talking to me, Timmy, just a second.  Yes, yes, dear Lord, I agree, that
would be a good thing to do."  Still smiling warmly, the priest then said
to me, "God just told me to close the bathroom door, that he didn't want us
to be disturbed."  He then picked up a sign that was leaning against the
wall and hung it on the outside of the door.  Later, when I left the
restroom, I saw that the sign said, "Closed for cleaning -- Use other
restrooms."  He then closed the door and turned the latch.  His cock
remained hard and bobbing about as he did this.  "There, Timmy, I locked
the door so we have complete privacy."  He exuded warmth and charm,
dissipating most of the uneasiness I initially felt.

He returned to my side.  "You are right-handed, aren't you, Timmy?"  I
nodded.  "Of course, you are.  Here stand to my right, and place your right
hand on my cock."  I was shocked; was I to understand that this priest
wanted me to touch his penis?  I was also surprised to hear a priest use
the word "cock."  I thought that was a dirty word.  But then I figured if a
priest used it, it must be okay.  I was just a young boy.  What did I know?

"Come on now, Timmy.  I have a serious problem here, and God has sent you
to help me out.  And, as a good Catholic boy, you must do as I say."  Of
course, I had to do as he asked, so I hesitantly reached toward that huge
penis.  As I did, he grabbed my hand and placed my palm on the bottom
surface of his cock with my thumb going over the top.  "Now, grip it
firmly, yes, like that, now don't let go."  My small hand barely circled
half way around the veiny shaft.  It radiated heat.  He then undid the top
button of his pants and lowered them, along with his underwear, to
mid-thigh, holding them there by spreading his legs a bit.  "Now, Timmy,
you must hold my balls in your other hand."  Wow, this was getting more
interesting by the minute!  I lost no time cupping them in the palm of my
left hand.  They hung quite low, and overflowed my small hand.  I was
dumfounded by their size and weight.  They were sparsely covered with long,
curly, black hairs.  The only balls I had any familiarity with were my own,
and they were small little nubbins in a small sack clinging to the base of
my penis.  Again, I surmised that these gigantic balls must be something
unique to priests.  This was all very exciting to my young, innocent mind.

So, there I stood in this locked restroom with a priest's huge cock in my
right hand and his big balls in my left hand.  I wondered; was I being a
bad boy?  I concluded I wasn't, because this man was a man of God, a priest
nonetheless.

"Timmy, I don't think you know how lucky you are today.  You have been
chosen by a God to help out a priest in distress.  Let us pray and thank
him for bringing you to me today.  Now, don't let go of my cock and balls.
In fact, you should be slowly moving your right hand up and down my cock."
He put his hand over mine and showed me how to stroke that monster in my
hand.  I watched as skin on his shaft rolled up over that bulbous head as I
stroked away from his body, and how it rolled completely off the head as I
stroked toward his body.  He obviously had a foreskin, although I knew
nothing about foreskins at that time in my life.  I was fascinated how
easily the skin slid up and down on the rock-hard shaft beneath.  "You have
a gift, Timmy, for stroking a priest's cock; that feels absolutely
incredible.  Now just keep stroking my cock like that.  Yes, yes, oh, fuck,
you have the magic touch, Timmy.  If I could adopt you I would."  Of
course, I beamed.  This priest liked what I was doing, and that made me
happy.  But I was shocked at his use of the word "fuck."  I knew that that
was a dirty word for sure.

"Also, Timmy, don't just hold my balls.  I want you to gently squeeze and
massage them.  Yes, yes, just like that.  My, my, but you are a fast
learner.  I truly hit the jackpot today."  What he meant by that went over
my head.  He probably sensed that I loved stroking his big, beautiful cock
and massaging his massive balls.  I was truly loving what I was doing.

"Let us pray now.  Bow your head, Timmy.  Dear heavenly father, great God
of the universe and father of Jesus and Adam and Steve, too, thank you for
delivering to me this attractive boy named Timmy.  In your infinite wisdom,
you selected a boy with blond hair and blue eyes; you couldn't have picked
a more beautiful, compliant, dutiful and naive Catholic boy.  I am forever
grateful for your guidance in helping me execute today's events.  What?
Well, yes, my Lord and Savior, I will be quiet and listen to what more you
have to say.  {silence for 5 seconds or so} Yes, as you wish.  I will tell
Timmy why his assistance here is so important.  And, yes, I will tell him
the importance of keeping secret everything that happens here today.  And
thank you again, our most holy and benevolent Jesus, bastard son of Mary.
Amen."

I wish I understood everything he said, but I didn't, and I don't think it
really mattered.

"Did you know, Timmy, that God talks directly to priests?"  I shook my
head.  "Well, he does.  As you know, he told me to close and lock the
bathroom door, and he just told me to tell you why he sent you to help me
out.  You see, all priests get a boner like this every day, but 99% of the
time it is when we are at home in the rectory where there are other priests
that can help take care of the problem.  Usually, it happens at this time
of day.  But today I got a call from Mrs. Hicksbottom saying that her
husband was very ill and I must come quick.  I was hoping I could get to
her place, pray for Mr. Hicksbottom's recovery, and get back to the rectory
before I got my daily boner.  But, as I was crossing the park on my way to
her home, I got this boner.  I ducked in here because I couldn't hide it.
It was just too big to hide.  Don't you agree, Timmy, that it is too big to
hide?"

I was still holding and slowly stroking his massive, rock-hard boner that
was projecting out at least 7 or 8 inches.  I couldn't imagine him hiding
such a monstrous thing in his pants, so I nodded, yes.  "Well, that is when
I prayed to God and asked him for help, and that is why he sent you to help
me.  I have to repeat that you are the luckiest boy in the world to be
chosen by our Lord God Almighty to help me make my cock soft again, so I
can go see Mr. Hicksbottom before he dies."

Although I was greatly enjoying stroking his meaty cock, I was confused as
to how I could help make his boner go away, so I asked, "Will stroking like
this make it go down?"

"Well, it could with a slightly tighter grip and faster strokes, but that
is not the way God has commanded us priests to make our boners go soft
again.  You see, Timmy, we priests make a magical nectar in our balls
called Jesus' Jizz.  It shoots out of our cocks through our piss slits
exactly as pee does."  He then squeezed the head of his penis thereby
opening up his piss slit so I could see it.  I was mesmerized by all that I
was learning that day in the park.

"You see, Timmy, when a priest swallows Jesus' Jizz, it penetrates into his
soul and guarantees that he will sit next to God on his throne in heaven
and have everlasting life.  God has instructed us priests to suck Jesus'
Jizz from each other's cocks.  It must be swallowed directly from the cock,
as it loses its potency if it is exposed to air.  So, every afternoon at
this time we priests are in the rectory sucking each other's cocks until
Jesus' Jizz shoots into our mouths and we swallow it. The process,
incidentally, is a bit painful; we priest's usually do a lot of cursing as
Jesus' Jizz shoots out of our cocks.  God, however, forgives the cursing
because he understands the pain that we feel."

"So, do you see what you have to do now, Timmy?  I can't continue walking
to the Hicksbottom's house with this giant boner, and there isn't a priest
here to suck me off.  So, God has sent you to me so you can suck my cock
until Jesus' Jizz leaves my balls and shoots into your young mouth and you
swallow it.  Do you now see how lucky you are?  You have been chosen by our
Lord God Almighty to help me, a priest, out of my distress.  You get to do
something that normally God only allows priests to do.  Well, that isn't
entirely true as the occasional altar boy is taught how to do it, but
usually it is just us priests.  So, you see, you are the luckiest boy on
the planet right now."

"And the thing that is so special is that you get the same benefits that
priests do: You will be able to sit next to God in heaven.  Just a minute,
God is speaking to me again. `Yes, God, yes, I understand, oh that is so
generous of you.  I will tell Timmy right now.'  Timmy, God says that he is
making my Jesus' Jizz extra potent today so that by your swallowing it, not
only will you be able to sit next to God in heaven, but also your entire
family will be able to do the same, and, as a bonus, your entire family
will have a very prosperous life here on earth.  Are you excited?  I
certainly hope so.  You are such a lucky boy.  I wish I had been as lucky
when I was your age.  Lord knows, I lusted after our parish priest, but
nothing ever came of it."

Father Mark had a knack for using words that hadn't entered my vocabulary
yet.  "Lusted?  Once again, I had no idea what that meant.

"So, shall we get to it?  Somebody left this towel here, probably someone
returning home from the pool.  Anyway, I have folded it for you to kneel
on.  I think this will work well.  You can let go of my cock and balls for
a minute and kneel on this towel."  I did as I was directed, and he
promptly stepped right up to me and put his cock to my lipsÉmy small
virgin lips.  I wasn't scared.  I bought his explanation as to how priests
solve their daily boner problem.  It never occurred to me that anyone would
ever put a cock in their mouth, but if priests could do it, then so could
I.  Although I was a bit concerned as to how something that big could fit
in my mouth.  I didn't have to wait long to find out as he rubbed his
pre-cum dripping cockhead back and forth across my lips before saying,
"Open up now, Timmy.  It is time to do God's work."

I will never forget those inviting words.  So, I opened my mouth.  "Wider,
Timmy, wider.  You can do it.  Yes, that's it, beautiful.  Oh, what a dear
Catholic boy you are."  I opened my mouth as wide as possible, and slipped
my mouth over the head of this nice priests' cock.  I was struck by the
warmth and the slick, almost glass-like smoothness of his cockhead.  Yet it
was spongy too.  My lips slipped over the coronal ridge and encircled the
thick shaft.  I immediately liked the feel of his cock in my mouth, even
though my jaw was stretched to the limit.  It is hard to put into words,
but having his cock in my mouth felt heavenly, like the most natural thing
in the world.

I remember looking down the length of his cock into the bush of curly black
hairs covering his pubic region.  Again, I wondered if all men had hair
there or if it was something unique to priests.

"Now, Timmy, I want you to hold my balls again in your left hand and fondle
them as best you can, and grip my cock with your right hand.  Perfecto.
Now move your tongue in all directions.  Holy Shit!  Yes, just like that.
Keep doing that.  Yes, yes, yes.  You are a blessing indeed.  You are a
born cocksucker, Timmy, and that pleases God very much."  I wanted to smile
to show my appreciation for his kind words, but, of course, there was no
way with my mouth stuffed full with his cock.

"Most people don't know it, Timmy, but Jesus loved to suck cocks.  He
sucked off all 12 of his disciples every day.  And what is even more
astonishing, all 12 of them sucked Jesus off every day.  As soon as he
flooded the mouth of one of his disciples with copious amounts of his magic
Jizz, his balls would immediately fill up with more jizz, so he was ready
to fill the mouth of the next disciple.  He truly had godly powers.  You
must not tell anybody what I just told you about Jesus and his disciples.
It is in the bible, but it is written in code, and only priests know the
code."

Feeling a bit indignant, I pulled back, releasing his cock from my mouth,
and said, "I know how to keep a secret."

"I know you do, Timmy, that is why I felt safe telling you that secret."
"Now, Quick Timmy, put your mouth back on my cock and try to take more of
it if you can.  Oh my God, yes, see, your mouth is bigger than you
thought."  At this moment, instinct kicked in and I started to slowly
stroke that magnificent cock with my mouth.  I sucked the length of it into
my mouth to the point of almost gagging.  Then I backed off until I had
just the tip of that monstrous head in my mouth.  I continued sucking his
cock, loving every second of it.  Although I had never sucked a cock
before, the mechanics of it seemed to come naturally.

"Fuck! This is incredible.  Here I am standing with my hands on my hips,
and the most beautiful boy I have ever seen is on his knees in front of me
with my cock buried in his mouth.  You know you suck like a pro, Timmy.
Holy Shit, I can't believe this is really happening.  The culmination of
years of fantasizing about such an experience.  You are indeed a godsend."

"This isn't going to take long, Timmy.  Continue sucking just the way you
are.  Well, maybe just a bit faster.  Yes, yes, just like that, and don't
stop until after I finish shooting Jesus' Jizz into your mouth.  Okay?  Oh,
Fuck, Timmy.  You are going to get a mouthful of hot Jizz in just a minute.
Don't be alarmed.  You will be able to manage it all.  Remember, I told you
the process is a bit painful for me, so don't be alarmed if I cry out in
pain.  And don't be alarmed by my language.  As I told you, God allows
priests to use swear words at times like this, because he knows the pain we
endure as Jesus' Jizz moves out of our balls, through the length of our
cocks, and, finally, shoots out, in this case into your young and welcoming
mouth."

It didn't take long before he started feeling the pain.  "Oh, fuck, Timmy,
fuck, fuck.  Oh, yeah, this is what it is all about.  Christ Almighty!  I'm
about to fill the mouth of a young boy, a mere second-grader with my hot
cum.  My hot spunk.  My hot jizz.  Oh my God!  Holy Shit, Mary, mother of
God!  Oh, yeah, sweet boy.  Here it comes.  TAKE IT, TAKE IT.  CHRIST
ALMIGHTY.  TAKE IT TIMMY, TAKE IT, IT'S GOD'S GIFT TO YOUÉÉÉ"

I looked up and I could see the pain in his face, and I felt his balls pull
up and his cock swell and become even bigger and harder, and I felt each
wad of Jesus's Jizz move through his cock shaft and blast onto my tongue.
I could almost hear it as it passed through the thick shaft.  Shot after
shot of the hot slimy jizz accumulated on my tongue until I didn't think my
mouth could hold any more.

After 8 or 9 blasts, Father Mark dropped his head.  His eyes were closed,
and he was panting like he had just run a marathon.  He was a bit unsteady;
I thought he might fall.  "Wait, Timmy, wait. Don't take your mouth off my
cock yet.  Let me catch my breath."  I couldn't have taken my mouth off his
cock if I wanted to, as he was still holding my head firmly; his cock was
clearly going to remain in my mouth as long as he wanted.  I could feel it
getting softer and softer in my mouth.

This cocksucking procedure he and God had me do clearly worked.  I felt
very proud of the good work I was doing for this priest.  That was very
satisfying and exciting.

I was well aware that my mouth was full to overflowing with Jesus' Jizz.
"OK, Timmy, I am going to pull my cock out of your mouth now, and I don't
want you to swallow the jizz until I tell you too."  At that, he pulled his
softening cock out of my mouth.  "Now open your mouth and let me see the
jizz."  I opened my mouth, and as I did, some of Jesus' Jizz started to
roll down my chin.  "My, my I did come a lot, didn't I?  God commands that
you now swallow the Jizz as we discussed.  There is a chance you will like
it, but maybe not.  It doesn't matter.  You have to swallow it.  Otherwise,
God will be very angry, and he will do you and your family much harm."  I
swallowed it.  I would be lying if I told you I liked it.  But it wasn't
horrible, and I wanted all the benefits God promised me, so it was a
no-brainer.  It would have been easier to swallow if it hadn't been so
thick and slimy.  It seemed to cling to my teeth and tongue and resist
being swallowed.

Father Mark then stripped his cock from beneath his balls to the tip of his
cockhead, causing a large blob of Jesus' Jizz to form and threaten to drop.
"Quick, Timmy, get that Jizz before it falls."  So, I quickly leaned
forward and engulfed the entire head of his cock, and swallowed that last
drop of jizz.  It was then that I felt some Jizz on my chin and started to
wipe it with the back of my wrist, but Father Mark stopped me.  "No, no,
you don't want to do that."  He then proceeded to use his forefinger to
wipe up the escaped Jizz and return it to my mouth.  He clearly wanted me
to swallow every last drop.

"Well, Timmy, before you stand up and before I put my cock and balls away
and continue on to Mrs. Hicksbottom's house, God would like you to kiss my
cock and balls in gratitude.  Are you down for that?"  I nodded.  "Well, of
course, you are."  So, I rocked forward on my knees as he stepped toward
me, and I kissed the shaft of his dwindling cock, then lifted it out of the
way so I could plant several kisses on his huge balls.  Truth is, I didn't
want this experience to end.  I very much wanted his cock back in my mouth.

"Tell me something, Timmy.  If you were to come into this bathroom next
week or the week after that, and you found me here with the same problem
with my cock that I had today, would you help me out as you did today?
Would you suck my cock until I shot Jesus' Jizz into your mouth?

"Yes, of course," I replied.

"And what if a priest other than me were to walk through the park and have
the same problem, would you willingly help him out as you did me?"

"Yes, I would."

"I know you would, because you are the most compliant and naive Catholic
boy in this city; of that I am certain," said while affectionally running
his fingers back and forth through my hair.  I had no idea what `compliant
and na•ve' meant, but, but because of his smile and demeaner, I was sure
he was complementing me.

"Well, I plan to visit Mr. Hicksbottom every Monday as long as he
lives. That means I will be walking through this park at about the same
time as I did today.  So, perhaps I will see you again.  I would like that,
as I think you are a very, very special Catholic boy.  I really like you,
Timmy, as does our Lord God Almighty, and Mary, his mistress, and their
bastard son, Jesus, they all really like you.  You sucked my cock quite
skillfully, and you swallowed a really big load of Jesus' Jizz.  I'm so
lucky you came to my rescue."

I never felt prouder in my young life.

"Tell me, Timmy, have you started doing confession by yourself yet?"

"No, but I'm told I will start going to confession after my next birthday."

"Well, if you would ever like to help a priest out by sucking his cock, you
should go into the confessional booth by yourself.  Then simply whisper
that you would like to suck his cock sometime when he has a big boner and
you would swallow all his jizz.  Chances are he will either immediately put
his hard cock through the lattice opening between the two of you, and you
can suck him off then and there, or, he might invite you to his private
quarters where you can suck him off in total privacy.  Even if he is
disinterested, you have nothing to lose because the confessional is
private.  He cannot tell anyone what you said."

"Well, Timmy, it has been wonderful meeting you here.  You solved a major
problem for me.  Now I must be off to see Mr. and Mrs. Hicksbottom.
Remember, you can't tell anyone what we did here today.  It is a secret
between you, me, and God, and must remain so for the rest of your life."

Over the next year, I sucked off Father Mark in that same restroom
virtually every Monday after school.  Mr. Hicksbottom was still alive and
apparently required a lot of pastoral attention, and Father Mark simply
couldn't make it across the park without springing a gigantic hardon.  On 2
occasions, Father Mark brought another priest, Father John, with him who
unexpectedly developed the same problem with his cock that Father Marc had.
Of course, I quite willingly and excitedly sucked them both off.  These
occasions were especially interesting, because I always sucked Father Mark
first.  Then when he watched me suck off Father John, his hardon would
return, so I needed to suck his cock a second time to relieve him of his
Jesus' Jizz so his hardon would go down!  It was no problem because I
really liked sucking his cock and making it shoot Jesus' Jizz into my
mouth. It made me feel powerful.

And what was even more interesting was that Father John would also spring
another hardon while watching me suck off Father Marc that second time, so
I needed to suck his cock a second time, as well!  So, on those days I got
four loads of Jesus' jizz instead of just one, thereby solidifying the
promise of someday sitting next to God in heaven.  If I could only tell my
parents. I'm sure they would be very proud of me.

The last time I sucked off Father Mark he was wearing some kind of
overalls.  He told me it was his day off and he didn't have to wear the
black suit and white collar.  It was on that day that Father Mark told me I
wouldn't be seeing him again as he was moving out of town.  In the
following days I came to realize that the overalls Father Mark was wearing
were identical to the uniform worn by the park janitors.  What an
interesting coincidence.

As time passed, I sucked off a number of priests in the confessional or
their quarters, but I had some difficult encounters with the few priests
that were genuinely shocked by my proposal.  I was shocked in turn that
they didn't seem to know about the magical properties of Jesus' Jizz.  And
occasionally a priest would ask if he could suck my cock.  The first time I
was asked, I was surprised and confused.  The whole purpose of the
cocksucking treatment was to allow the priest's hardon to go down.  I
almost always sprung a hardon when I was sucking a priest, but they always
went down afterwards without any treatment.  The priest understood my
confusion, and he used the argument that I could improve my sucking skills
if I knew what it felt like to have a mouth on my cock.  So, with
considerable hesitation, I let him suck me.  I knew nothing about orgasms.
I didn't know that when a priest shot his load of Jesus' Jizz in my mouth,
that he was having what was called an orgasm.  But that very first blowjob
by a very kind priest led to my having my very first dry orgasm. I was
instantly hooked.  I couldn't wait to be sucked off again.  So, after that,
every time after I sucked off a priest, I would ask him if he would like to
suck me.  Most did.

And then there were those priests that wanted to fuck me.  I drew the line
there.  I could see no justification for that, no matter how much a priest
told me that it was an alternate technique for getting their hardon to go
down, or just that I would really like it.  I learned early on, after some
experimentation, that I am not at all anally oriented, either as a top or a
bottom.  Well, I do enjoy being rimmed, and I will rim a guy if he is super
clean.  But, otherwise, I am an oral dude.

As the years passed, there came a time I realized that I had been had big
time by Father Mark.  But I have never regretted how he used me.  In fact,
I came to respect his ingenuity.  The memory of the experiences provides
for masturbatory sessions far hotter than any provided me by reading or
watching porn.


I have listed the links to my stories below.  For some reason beyond my
understanding, these links do not always work.  If you have trouble, let me
know; I may be able to suggest a trick or two:

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/is-that-the-milk/
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/billys-story/
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/doing-gods-work/