Date: Mon, 3 Jun 2013 15:20:36 -0400 From: Randy Boyd Subject: Father Jack - Part 2 (Paolo, and Tony & Ben) FATHER JACK – Part II PAOLO, AND TONY & BEN This is a work of fiction. It is only a fantasy.... but as a fantasy I hope you'll agree it's kind of hot. My classroom schedule at St. Mark's School for Boys, where I had been serving as head for several weeks, allowed for periods of contemplation in my office for an hour or so each morning, and a bit longer each afternoon before supper. Only yesterday I had spent an hour with the beautiful, sixteen year old Paolo, who I coaxed to masturbate in front of me in atonement for his sin of private onanism. I was still reeling from the very hot session, relaxed in a quiet reverie at my desk – the surface of which was still rather sticky and shiny from Paolo's teen spunk, which I'd rubbed in after he'd left. What was going through Paolo's mind, I wondered? Was he afraid, confused, or turned on? Would he keep his promises to me, to seek me out whenever he felt the urge to jerk off, and to tell me if he suspected any of the other boys of acts of self-pleasure? Only time would tell. I heard a knock on my door. "Come in," I said. The door inched open slowly to reveal Paolo shuffling in, his dark eyes cast downward. "Ah, Paolo, my son. Come in, come in," I said encouragingly. "Close the door and come sit down." He loped across the floor, sat as instructed and looked at me expectantly. "Well, Paolo, is everything all right?" I asked. "Not really, Father. I, uh... I'm worried about Gianni." I leaned forward in my chair, and stared at him intently, taking in the gentle contours of his shoulders, the seductive impression above his clavicle, the strength of his young hands. My mind flashed to an image of his lean young body naked in the chair, his long legs over my shoulders as I licked his tender balls... but I shook that off. "What is it, my son?" "You said I needed to tell you if I thought any of the other boys were...masturbating. I know it is a sin and I don't want Gianni to go to Hell." He seemed genuinely concerned. "What makes you think Gianni is pleasuring himself, Paolo? Has he told you this?" "No, Father. It's just that... at night he sleeps next to me, and sometimes I hear his bedsprings...squeaking. After it stops, he always gets up to go to the bathroom... I think to clean himself." Wow. So little Gianni, just fourteen and with his voice barely changed, is humping his mattress in the dormitory each night. One of the other boys must have taught him this; I wonder who? "Hmmm... you have done the right thing by telling me this, Paolo. It sounds like Gianni's soul may be in jeopardy, but there is still time to save him. We should pray on this together. But first I have to ask you something." "Y-yes, Father?" "When you hear Gianni pleasuring himself, do you...are you curious? Do you listen and imagine what he looks like under his sheets?" I knew the real answer to this, but I was wondering what the boy would say. Paolo froze and looked at the floor. "I –" "Does it make you want to touch yourself, when you know he is doing it right next to you?" A tortured sigh escaped his lips and I could see Paolo's dark brown eyes well up as he held back tears. "Father, am I going to Hell, too?" His lips began to quiver, and I could see the hard flat muscles of his developing chest heaving as he tried to control his breathing. "Well, Paolo, this is very serious, but I think we can save you from Hell. Have you thought about your penance since yesterday?" "It's all I've been thinking about, Father. I've been wanting to touch myself ever since, but I knew I needed to wait until I could come here again." "It's OK, Paolo, you're here now. Do you want to share your seed with me and God and ask for forgiveness again, and pray for Gianni?" "Yes, Father." I considered this, trying to think of how I could push Paolo a little further than I was able to yesterday. I really wanted to see more of him, and to taste his smooth skin. "Do you know what it means to prostrate yourself before God, Paolo?" "No, Father." "All right, my son. I will lead you through the steps, and you'll have to do exactly as I say. Stand and remove your clothes." I saw no reason to move slowly this time; clearly Paolo was ready to do this now. He didn't hesitate, peeling off his cotton pullover and letting his pants fall to the floor before stepping out of them. And just like that, he was completely naked, standing in front of me in all his teen boyish glory, his cock at half-mast, poking straight out of his first, curly pubic hairs. He gave his meat a half-hearted tug but then caught himself and left it to swing on its own. "That's right... don't touch yourself, Paolo." He looked embarrassed. "Now, I need you to lay, face down, on the rug there." Paolo got down on his hands and knees, his wood bouncing gently as he did so, before lowering his full length to the floor. I could see the taught skin play over the new muscles of his arms and legs; he moved with an effortless grace that was only awkward because of his nakedness, his pendulous cock and juicy pink balls dangling like a succulent bunch of sweet grapes. "Place your forehead on the rug, and position your arms and legs so that you are making an `X' on the floor." It took him a moment to figure out what I meant, but then the boy did as I had asked. He was now lying naked on the floor in front of me, his arms and legs spread wide, the smooth globes of his butt – about the size of a couple of grapefruits - exposed totally to my hungry eyes. His backside was totally hairless; the light dusting of pubic hair around his cock and balls did not extend to his ass-crack. I thought about the sounds he'd make when I licked him there, and how he'd never be the same. "Repeat after me, now, Paolo: I ask for your forgiveness, God, for me and for Gianni." "I ask for your forgiveness, God, for me and for Gianni," came his muffled voice. "My seed is for you alone." "My seed is for you alone." "Say it again, Paolo." "I ask for your forgiveness, God, for me and for Gianni. My seed is for you alone." "Very good," I said huskily, wondering what it would be like – what it will be like, one day – to taste that delicious boyhole with my tongue and then stuff it full of my own meat... "Now, is your cock hard?" "Yes, Father," he gasped. Of course it was, and so was mine. "Raise yourelf up on your elbows until just the head of your dick is touching the silk carpet and, repeating the prayer, gently rub it against the floor by thrusting your hips up and down." Pumping his ass, humping the floor like a dog in heat, Paolo repeated: "I ask for your forgiveness, God, for me and for Gianni. My seed is for you alone." He was now in a trance of lust, the muscles of his smooth lean back beginning to give forth their sheen of teen sweat, his breath coming heavier and faster as that ass – that ASS! – pushed his engorged pole into the rug's softness. I'm sure it felt good... but I didn't want him spurting his cum where I couldn't see it. "Excellent, Paulo. When you are ready to give your seed to God, turn over and lay on your back in the same position." Paolo wasted no time complying, although he looked disappointed when he realized that I meant for him to lay with his arms and legs in the `X' position... which meant he couldn't grab his throbbing, leaking dick. I didn't care that he was disappointed – I just wanted a moment to gaze at this beautiful boy once more. The dewy thatch of light brown hair under his arms, the wide expanse of his chest and his dark brown nipples, so tender and ripe for sucking, the smooth hardness of his stomach and that thick, uncut tool, its head fully exposed and oozing a steady stream of shiny, sweet pre-cum. He licked his lips as he repeated the prayer, his cock bobbing up and down with each word: "I ask for your forgiveness, God, for me and for Gianni. My seed is for you alone." "That's right, Paolo. I will gather your seed for God." I knelt by Paolo's side – what a delicious feeling to be fully clothed next to this naked boy, his heat rising off him, his eyes seething with youthful lust – and reached forward with both hands toward his tingling pink cock. With my left hand I grabbed his shaft and pulled roughly down on his foreskin, and with my right palm I began the slow, circular motion on the glistening head, just as I'd taught him. Today I would make sure that none of his seed – God's seed – would be wasted. "Unghhh...Nghhh...Oohhhhh..." Paolo groaned with pleasure, his hips pulsing rhythmically under my hands. "Close your eyes, Paolo, and pray for God's forgiveness." "I ask for your forgiveness, God, for ...Mmnngghhh...me and for Gianni. My seed is ...unnngghhh... for you alone. Ohhhh..." While I kept one hand stroking his slippery meat, I reached down to free my own throbbing member from the confines of my pants so I could stroke myself lewdly over the boy. "God wants our seed to mingle, Paolo. Are you... Mmmmhhhh... Are you ready to release yours?" "Yeah... yeah... yes, Father!" "Good boy, Paolo. Your seed is for God and so I must gather it for him. Ahh... Mmmhhhh... Give it to me now, Paolo!" I leaned over and took the boy's white-hot fuck-pole between my lips, my tongue lapping around the head with its silvery sweet teen pre-cum. Man that tasted good! Paolo gasped and groaned. "Oh, Father, that feels so good, do you want my seed now for God? Can I fill your mouth with my seed? Mnghhh...!" "Yeah, Paolo, give me your seed, shoot in my mouth!" "Mmmmmhhh! Oohhhhh! God, forgive me! I'm coming in your mouth!" Hot spurts of silky boy jizz filled my mouth, coating my tongue with the sweet teen nectar. I allowed some to dribble down my throat, but then spit the rest in my hand, using it to lube my own aching cock, which I pulled on furiously, rubbing it against the slippery boy pole until I erupted all over his balls and belly. "Aaaarggghhh...Unhhhgnhhh!" We were both covered in sticky cum. He looked up at me sleepily, a provocative languor creeping across his face. I think he was hooked on his "penance," and I knew that from now on, I could do as I pleased on only the thinnest of pretexts. That ass... As he dressed, I said "Remember, Paolo, pleasure is not a sin when it's done in the service of God, and God has seen fit to bring us together so that we may share our sacred seed for his greater glory. It is as much a privilege as a penance." "Yes, Father. I will remember what you have said." And with that, he left. * * * Thirty minutes later, as I was considering how to proceed with Paolo's revelations about Gianni's transgressions, there was another knock on my door. "Come in," I said. In came my young seminarian Jacob, followed by Tony and Ben, two of the rougher boys at St. Mark's. Ben had a yellow-black bruise blooming around his eye, and a trickle of dried blood showed at the corner of his split lower lip. "Boys, boys," I said, my energy reviving, "what's all this about?" Tony and Ben were a perfect pair. Tony the tough street kid – one of the school's orphan boys – was just fifteen and shorter than the others, but he compensated with an arrogant swagger and by working on his tight, compact little body. Ben was Tony's complement – slender and almost pretty, pale and blond, the fourteen year-old was pensive and usually quiet, but his luminous smile could light up a room. Jacob held each boy by the collar, and I noticed that they wouldn't look at each other. "They were fighting, Father," reported Jacob. "I broke it up when I heard the other boys cheering them on. They were wearing only their underwear when I found them ... I had them pull on their clothes before bringing them to you." I sighed at that – but no matter, their clothes would be off again before long... I was certain of that. "Well, Tony?" I asked. "What started this?" Tony's silence surprised me almost as much as his defiant stare. "What about you, Ben? Will you tell me what's going on?" Ben looked at the floor, his swollen, bleeding lip quivering with withheld... fury? Fear? I couldn't tell. "Very well, boys. Looks like we'll have to take some time to get to the bottom of this. You can leave us, now Jacob, and please see that we are not disturbed." I was certain that by the time Tony and Ben left my office we would all know each other a lot better. But they had some work to do to earn God's forgiveness... To be continued... More stories from St. Mark's are planned – if you have ideas about afternoons with Paolo, Gianni, Tony, Marco, Ben, Dylan, Brody or Jacob (or other boys!), please let me know: randyboyd1@outlook.com. And thanks for the ideas I've already received – I'll try to work them in.Remember: Nifty needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html