Date: Thu, 11 Jul 2013 16:07:13 -0400 From: Randy Boyd Subject: Father Jack - Part III FATHER JACK – Part III TONY & BEN AND THE PRIEST This is a work of fiction. It is only a fantasy.... but as a fantasy it's kind of hot. As I was in my office 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 opposite – 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. Both came from the poorest of immigrant families. 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... "Now then, boys," I said sternly. "What's this about fighting in your underwear? Were you getting dressed or undressed when this all began?" "We were getting dressed and he just attacked me!" cried Ben. Tony shot Ben a furious look and said contemptuously, "It began in the shower, Father. Little Ben here is always staring at my...me when I'm naked. He can't take his eyes of it...er, off me. Then when we were getting dressed I could see him watching me still, and I'd had enough so I smacked him and told him to stop." "Is this true, Ben?" I asked. Ben's face darkened as he looked at the floor. Tony continued: "Little weakling tried to hit back – he kicked some, too – and that's when the real fight started and the other boys began egging us on." "Do you know why Jacob brought you here to me?" I asked. Silence from both of them again. "Because of all the rules that must not be broken at a school like ours, that against fighting is one of the most serious. Why do you suppose that is, Ben?" "Because we have to live together, Father?" "Well, yes, that's part of it. But it's because fighting shows an impatience with God's plan, a lack of faith that he knows what's best and puts us together for reasons we may not always understand." I was starting to convince myself! They stared at me blankly, but they would understand soon enough. "Now then, boys. It's time we figured out just what God has in mind for the two of you. Ben, Tony tells me that you have been stealing looks at his cock." Both boys gasped at the word coming from my lips. "It's all right, we're all men here. Now Ben, it's important that you tell the truth: why have you been looking at Tony's cock?" "I... I guess I was curious. It's so much bigger than mine and I wonder whether mine will ever grow like that." "So, you admire him, then? Your curious about the older boys' cocks, bigger ones especially?" "Yes, I guess so." Tony snorted derisively. "That's enough of that, Tony. We are trying to resolve this situation, not make it worse." "Yes, Father," Tony offered sheepishly. "Now," I said, gesturing to the two chairs in front of my desk, "I want you to sit facing each other here." They did as I asked. "You might think that I am inclined to punish you, and believe me if I did that punishment would be severe and memorable. But I think God has something else in mind, that he has brought you together for a reason and that there is a more certain path toward forgiveness for you both." They brightened at the idea of avoiding punishment, but neither said anything, instead looking at me expectantly. "Now that I understand the nature of the conflict between you two, we'll need to find an alternate way of expressing these feelings you both have. Ben, you're curious; Tony, you're contemptuous of his natural curiosity. Is that right?" They mumbled their agreement. "I'll need you to start by taking off your clothes so we can make this right before God. Stand up and remove your shirts and pants, now lads." Only a little embarassed – they had seen each other naked many times, of course – they did as I instructed. Tony began by peeling his shirt over his head, revealing the body of a 15 year-old athlete who was rarely still. Although a little stocky, he was lean and well muscled for his age, and as his pants slid down I could see a nice dusting of hair on his developing legs. I shared Ben's curiosity about the ample bulge in his underwear, which he rearranged self-consciously before posing proudly in front of me. Ben, as expected, was a little more hesitant, pulling each arm out its sleeve before slipping his shirt off to reveal a pale, smooth torso still bony with youth. His arms were slender, too, and his pants needed little encouragement to slide down over his slim hips to the floor. Although he didn't have the bulge that Tony had, his underwear was poking out already from the excitement of the situation. "Now remove your underwear and sit back down." Both boys did as they were told. Even with Ben's description, I was unprepared for the size of Tony's teen meat. Soft and luscious, it hung an easy five inches down over his balls, which hung a couple of inches still lower. He had the light pubic hair of a teen just beginning to feel his manhood, and I was sure when he got hard that thing would be nine inches of stiff pole. Ben was already half hard, probably five inches long already, a bright pink fuck stick to offset the pale skin of his flat stomach and the light blond fuzz that grew tentatively around his crotch. "Ha – look at him," Tony mocked. "He's hard just being naked with us." "Enough!" I snapped at Tony. "You're so proud of your big man cock, are you? I don't want to hear another word out of you." I walked behind him and put my hands on his taut shoulders, feeling the heat rising from his skin. "Tony, sit back and spread your legs a bit so Ben can get a good long look at that dick you're so proud of." Ben seemed thrilled to be given permission, and he stared openly at Tony's tool as it was fully exposed to his gaze. I gently pushed Tony's back to the chair, and slid my hands down his arms, pulling them behind him so his hands nearly touched behind the chair. "Clasp your hands together now, Tony, and don't move unless I tell you to. We are going to show you, with God's help, what that cock is for, and help Ben figure out why he is so interested in it. OK boys?" "Yes, Father," they intoned in unison. "Ben, you like seeing Tony's naked for you, his big tool there to see?" "Yes, Father," Ben gasped, his eyes intent on Tony's crotch, his own little cock pointing straight up at its full six inches. "Would you like a closer look?" He looked at me incredulously. "Yes?" "Yes, I thought so. Crawl over to him and look closer – but don't touch." Ben fell to his knees and crawled over to Tony's chair, his ass waving seductively in front of me, small and smooth, tight as... well, as a teen's butt, before stopping open-mouthed in front of Tony, who sat impassive as a statue. Although it was by no means fully erect, I could see the first tinglings of blood pulsing in Tony's cock, which lolled over to one side as it slowly came to life. "This makes you uncomfortable, Tony?" "Yes, Father. I don't want him looking at me." "Then why are you getting hard, my son? Do you want him to touch it?" "No!" he spat. "God has sent Ben to give you pleasure, and he's sent you – and endowed you with a bug dick to prove it – to give the pleasure that Ben needs, too." "Please, Father, don't make me." All this while, Ben's eyes never left Tony's pulsating tool, which was growing despite Tony's protests. "Don't you see that this is God's plan for you, why he brought you together and brought you before me? Ben, you may touch Tony anywhere you like. It is God's will." Ben wasted no time in reaching out his soft boyish hands to touch Tony, lightly stroking his shaft at first, and then squeezing it hard and yanking it, letting it slap – hard as a rock now and at its full ten inches – against his tight abs. "Holy... I mean, Jeez... ungh...!" Tony didn't seem to mind much, but he wouldn't look at the boy still. I was by now as hard as I get, my dick straining the inside of my trousers and aching for release, it was so hot watching these two naked boys do my bidding. "Now, Tony... I want you to close your eyes and keep them closed." He did as told, and I leaned down to whisper to Ben: "Ben, what do you most want to do right now?" Ben licked his lips before whispering hotly into my ear: "I want to taste it." Bingo. I nodded solemnly at him, and watched breathlessly as he bent his blond head down toward the massive truncheon. His little mouth hovered over Tony's glistening cockhead, his pink tongue darting out tentatively to lap at it. Tony started in surprise before settling back to enjoy the sensations; Ben tried to get his lips around the huge mushroom head but couldn't manage it very well. Taking pity on the lad, and considering my own needs, I made him an offer: "Ben, you want to suck on a hard cock but you aren't sure how. As your Father and teacher, let me show you. Lie back." With that, Ben laid back on the rug. I wanted so badly to taste his tender meat that I dove on it, taking the whole little pole into my hungry mouth. He cried out with pleasure: "Aaahhhh... Oh, Father, that feels so good... mmmmmmmmmmm...mngh!" I could feel Tony's eyes looking down on us (despite my instructions to the contrary), which turned me on all the more. He had had a taste of what a mouth feels like on his cock, and I wanted him to be begging for more after seeing what Ben and I got up to. I paused in my ministrations to instruct Ben: "Ben, while I suck your cock, I want you to really feel everything I do," I said to the gasping youth. "Imagine your own mouth doing the same thing, so when you have a cock to suck, you can make him feel all the pleasure you're feeling right now. That's God's plan for you." "Y-Yes, Father. Oh..." I continued my work on the boy, my tongue lapping furiously around his throbbing head, before licking languorously up and down the shaft. With the head of his teen fuck pole pushing against the roof of my mouth, I reached down with my tongue to tickle and lick his juicy little balls. I could feel he was getting ready to blow his load, and his moaning was coming faster and heavier. I grabbed the globes of his ass with both hands, pushing him deeper into my mouth while pryin gthe cheeks apart with my fingers, pressing them into the crack. "I don't... Oh, God, Father, I'm... I, ah...Oh! Oh! Ooohhhhhh...Don't...don't stop, Father, forgive me... Oh, God! Ahh...Mngh! Oh! Nngghaaaaaah!" and with that I could feel the sweetest boy juice squirt across my tongue, one, then another, then several more spurts of teen milk that I swallowed greedily. I looked up to catch Tony eyeing us in a trance of pure lust. Our eyes met. "Tony, you will have to wait... but you'll get your turn, don't worry. Now, Ben, I want you to try what you have learned... on me." I unbuttoned by trousers and let my aching dick free of its confines, allowing it to bounce lewdly over Ben's face. The boy was in a haze, the cum still oozing from his prick, which had only softened slightly... I rubbed my tool over his lips lazily, and he opened so that his tongue sluiced wetly over it (yes, he was learning fast). I positioned myself on my side so he could suck me at his own pace (for now), getting used to the idea of my eight inches, smelling my man smells, and so that Tony would have a good view of me being serviced by this hungry teen. I could tell he was starting to want it badly. But I was already growing impatient with Ben's efforts. If he was ever going to take all of Tony's dick, he'd need to be broken in. "C'mon, Ben, that's it... try to take more of me in your mouth now... you want to suck me don't you?" "Mmm-hmmm..." he mumbled. "Good...open wide then, get all the way down... " but he couldn't – or wouldn't – yet. I placed my hand on the back of his head, the blond hair feeling hot and silky in my fingers. "That's it... now open up your throat and let it slide...Ooohhhh... That's it, boy... yeah..." he had finally figured it out, deep throating my full length like a pro. "Mmmnnngghh... Mmmnnhhh" he grunted with pleasure as I started to pump his face full of meat. "Oh, yeah, Ben... yeah, you're a good boy, good cocksucker... yeah, God made you to suck on big dicks, that's why you like it... Ohhh... mmmm... Oh, yeah, boy." I looked up at Tony, whose eyes were filled with a hot mixture of desire and contempt. I smirked at him as I slid my cock into his new friend's mouth, and it just about sent me over... but I wasn't as young as these boys and had other things in mind for my own orgasm. "Ben, I think your new friend Tony has something to ask you," I said as I pulled my shaft from the boys suck-hole. "Don't you, Tony?" Ben, his lips glistening with spit and my pre-cum, looked up, glassy-eyed and expectant, at Tony. "Do you want a taste of this, buddy?" Ben simply nodded before burying his face in Tony's lap. Tony's head went back in pleasure as Ben tried out his newfound skills on his friend's rod. "Father," Tony pleaded, "Can I unclasp my hands?" I was pleased to see that Tony had learned obedience too. "Yes, my son." Tony brought both hands down on Ben's head, feeling his neck and jaw as they opened to accommodate his giant joystick. In a surprising move, Ben reached up to play with Tony's nipples; I guess the boy had done more fantasizing than either of us imagined! The sight was hot, but I had an idea to make it hotter. I was still white hot with lust, and Ben's unspoiled boy butt, bent over right in front of me as he serviced his studly buddy, had my blood racing. Placing both my hands on his hips, which were by now glistening with a faint sheen of sweat, I knelt down at the altar of his virgin ass. Ben didn't even pause in his furious sucking of Tony as I began to kiss and lick his soft bum, gradually moving closer and closer to his hairless crack. "Yeah, that's it buddy...Ohhh... Mmmm... Suck my cock for me, make me feel good, yeah..." Tony was lost in the moment, but I could see him watching me, and we both knew what was coming, that the boy was about to be used from both ends by the two of us. As my tongue hit the bullseye for the first time, I could feel the kid tense up a bit, but then Tony's soothing words, in that deep voice of his: "it's ok, buddy, we'll make you feel good... oh, yeah, keep sucking me, now... Ahhhh... Mmmmm, that feels good..." I pried Ben's cheeks apart and got a good look at the smooth pink pucker, tonguing it hungrily and getting it nice and wet. With a little pressure, the tip of my tongue passed the ring of his tight sphincter, and I heard him moan even with his mouth stuffed with Tony's wand. Ben started to push back onto my tongue, and at that point I knew he was ready for more. I probed with a finger, which slid in with little resistance. Once inside, his boyhold was impossibly tight and the heat was incredible as he writhed onto my searching digit. "Ooohhhhhh... Mmmmmmhhh..." he moaned. "Yeah, you like to feel my fingers in your butt, boy? Like me playing with your ass?" "Yes, Father!" "Yeah, he likes it, Father... give him another," Tony added. I slipped a second finger in, causing a new wave of tremors to wrack the boy, his stiff little prick slapping up against his belly as he bobbed on my finger. It was time for the real thing. Pushing my pants down to my ankles, I positioned myself behind the boy, keeping his hole moist with the tip of my finger. I spat on my veiny tool, lubing it up with saliva and pressing the head against his fuck hole. "That's it... feel that? You want to feel this inside your hole, boy?" "Oh... yeah, he wants it, Father," Tony encouraged. "Don't you Ben? You want Father Jack to fuck you in the ass?" "Mnmmngh... Mmm-hmmm..." "Yeah, push back on my cock so I can fill you all the way up. Oooohhhhh... Mmmm..." This boy was a natural, his hole was hungry for it, and my dick was eager to sate his appetite. "That's it, Father," Tony groaned. "He's here for our pleasure, let's give it to him from both ends." With that, he started bucking into Ben's mouth, holding the youth's head in place with his strong young hands. "He likes to have his sweet mouth fucked, and I think he likes his pussy pounded too." "Mmmm..." I moaned. "See how much pleasure God has allowed us to have together? Isn't this better than fighting?" "Oh, fuck yeah, Father!" Tony's eyes began to glaze over and I could see he was close, as we both used the boy to satisfy our animal lust the way God intended. "Are you ready to receive our seed in the name of God, Ben?" I gasped, getting close myself. Ben released Tony's cock long enough to grunt: "Yeah, fill me with your seed. I want you dripping out of both my holes!" Tony slammed his fuck pole back in the lad's slippery mouth. I couldn't hold off any longer. "Take my seed, my son!" I cried, building up to a forceful orgasm. "Mmm...Ooohhhh... Mngh!" I grunted as I felt the jism start to pump from my piss slit and into the boys tight fuck chute. "Oooooohhhhhhhh... Aaaarrrrrrrrrgh...Mmmmnnnggghh!! I shot blast after blast of hot cum into the lad before letting my sticky prick slip wetly out of his hot butt. I collapsed over his backside, letting my face rest against the small of his back, where I could smell our mingled juices as he continued to bring Tony to a climax. "Yeah, Father, he likes being filled by your holy seed... I think he wants to taste my young spunk on his tongue, too, don't you boy?" Tony smirked at me, his eyes glinting with a hint of cruelty but more affection as he stroked Ben's flanks while watching his thick tool slide in and out of his pouty lips. "Yeah, a little more suction, boy, that's it, suck me deep, Ben... ooohhhh, yeah, like that... mmmmm... oh, fuck... yeah, you want to taste my cum now, boy, is that what you want?" Ben was whimpering with desire now, he couldn't wait to taste another boy's cum for the first time, he was so hungry for it... "Yeah, here it comes, buddy, get ready to drink all my juice, boy... oh, fuck, here I come, I'm coming in his mouth, Father, giving him my seed, yeah...Oohhhhh... Mmmnngghhhh... Aaaaahhhhh!" I leaned around so I could see Ben's eyes widen as the white hot teen milk fired into his gullet, Tony's cannon blasting volleys of cum over his tongue and into his throat... there was too much for him to swallow, and most of it found its way back out past his lips, coating his cheeks and chin with the glistening boy glop. Still in our sweaty embrace, I came to myself enough to remind them: "Now boys, you must remember that God's ways are mysterious, and that few outside this room would ever understand the special relationship he's created in his vast wisdom for the two of you to share. It must remain our secret. Do you understand?" "Yes, Father Jack," they intoned in unison. "You will no doubt want to experience these pleasures that God has shown you again with each other, but be certain that others may ridicule if you were seen thus engaged. You must therefore promise me, before God, that you will only seek these pleasures with each other here, under my care and protection. Do you promise?" "Yes, Father, we promise." "Very well. Now, you may get dressed and go... and let me hear no more about fighting between you." They both grinned at each other. "I don't think that'll be a problem any more, Father, as long as Ben here behaves himself," said Tony, ruffling the younger boy's hair. I still had to consider ways to attend to the problem of Gianni... but when would I be able to do that with all these distractions? 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.