Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2013 14:16:43 -0400 From: Randy Boyd Subject: Father Jack - Part IV (Paolo & the Bishop) FATHER JACK – Part IV PAOLO AND THE BISHOP This is a work of fiction. It is only a fantasy.... but as a fantasy it's kind of hot. The problem of Gianni's secret explorations (as related to me by Paolo) continued to vex me; every time I found some time to consider how to approach the boy, I was confronted by more distractions. Finally this morning I found some time, and I called my seminarian Jacob into my office. "Ah, Jacob," I began. "It's come to my attention that one of the new boys, Gianni, is having a little trouble fitting in. What's your impression?" At 22, Jacob looked every bit the young Irishman. Tall and lean, with reddish-blond hair cut short against his angular face, pale skin that nevertheless radiated health and vitality. He was a serious student, and the boys looked up to him. He was always on the lookout for secret Onanism among our charges, and – as he was well aware of my prohibitions on that kind of behavior – he kept me informed. Although I suspected Jacob himself must often indulge in some kind of sexual release, I've never broached the topic with him... up to this point our relationship could best be described as "professional." "Well," Jacob offered, "he is a little shy..." "And?" "I don't know... I just feel that Gianni is somehow... hiding something. His shyness may in fact be secretiveness. But I don't know what he could be hiding; his parents have made huge sacrifices to send him here and on the surface he seems like a good Catholic boy." "All right. Well, I'd like to spend a little time talking with the lad, getting to know him a bit to see if I might be able to help him with his transition – boys his age can sometimes feel isolated, as if their problems are unique... it's our job as his mentors to let him know he's not alone." "Yes, Father." "Can I ask you to send him to see me here once his classes are over this afternoon?" "Certainly, Father." "Thank you." With that settled, Jacob left, and I turned my thoughts toward Gianni. Just fourteen and with his voice barely changed, the boy has already developed a habit for pumping his dork on a regular basis. At least that's the report from Paolo, whose bed is next to his. I have nothing against boys masturbating, you understand; I simply prefer that they do it in my office, where I can watch. That moment of orgasm, so intimate and strangely innocent, primal... and now Gianni... We took Gianni in after his parents begged us to. Seeing their other children go to work at an early age to help support the family made them tender-hearted toward their youngest; they wanted to spare him the grueling labor in the garment factories and coal trucks that their other kids had faced. Despite a desperate need for money, they decided to send Gianni here for an education and the hope for a better life, Praise God. Lost in my reverie, I was startled by an insistent knock on my office door. "Come in," I said. To my surprise, Jacob entered, a look on his face somewhere south of excitement but north of anxiety. "Father," he whispered. "It's the Bishop. Bishop Ryan. He's here to see you." Bishop Ryan? This was certainly unexpected. He and I had only met once, whenI was interviewed for this position... I wonder what he could want? Should I be nervous? Will he be gone before my appointment with Gianni? My face impassive, I replied "Of course, Jacob. Send His Grace in." Bishop Ryan entered, his arms outstretched to invite our embrace. "Your Grace, welcome," I said. "Father Jack, it is good to see you. I thank you for seeing me unannounced..." The Bishop was in his late fifties, tall and solidly built, but with the added weight that comes from a comfortable lifestyle. A highly educated man, he was known to be wiley and shrewd in his dealings with underlings, but on the surface he was jovial and charismatic. I would have to watch my step, to be sure. "I've heard great things about your first months here at St. Mark's, Father. I thought I'd drop by just to see how you're getting on and to see if you need anything from me." "I'm honored, Bishop Ryan. My work here has been going well... the boys require a lot of personal attention and they seem to be responding to my taking an interest in them." "I'm intrigued... I wonder if you can tell me more about your approach." "Of course. Well, some of the boys are--" At that moment, another knock came to the door. "Excuse me," I said as I made to get up to answer it. But the Bishop was closer to the door, and he got there first. It was Paolo. "And who might you be, my son?" asked Bishop Ryan. "Paolo, Father," he answered quietly. "Paolo, this is Bishop Ryan," I interjected hurriedly. "Can you come back to see me later?" "Nonsense, nonsense!" the Bishop countered. "Come in, Paolo, come in. Here I've come to see your Father Jack at work, and now God has sent you to help demonstrate the effectiveness of his teachings. Now, suppose you tell the Father and me just how we can help you." I held my breath as Paolo and I locked eyes. He searched mine for some indication of how he should proceed, but my face was a mask of stone. I decided to take a chance. "Paolo," I asked. "Shouldn't you be in class?" "Yes, Father, but I told Jacob I wasn't feeling well. I wanted to come...talk with you." "So, did you lie to Jacob then?" asked the Bishop. "It must be very serious if you're willing to risk such a sin just to talk with Father Jack... why don't you pretend I'm not here, and talk with Father Jack as you normally would?" I wondered what Paolo would do – everything depended on him. "OK... well... Father Jack, I'm still concerned about Gianni... and I want to prostrate myself again and ask God to accept my seed so Gianni can be saved." I was stunned into silence, but after all, I'd convinced Paolo that our sessions were in the service of God... so why should he hide them from Bishop Ryan? The Bishop brought his thumb and forefinger together to pinch his lower lip as he considered what Paolo had said. "This is very brave of you my son," he finally said. "It sounds like Father Jack has shown you how to prostrate yourself before God – a very powerful action. Why don't you demonstrate for me what Father Jack has taught you?" "Paolo, you don't have to--" I started, but Bishop Ryan put out a hand to stop me from finishing. "Father, it's time I learned more about your methods here. Proceed, Paolo." I nodded at Paolo, who peeled off his shirt and pants, then his underwear, and stood naked in front of me and the wide-eyed Bishop. Bishop Ryan motioned for me to take a seat and remain quiet; he did the same. Within moments Paolo was lying face down on the carpet, spread-eagled, slowly gyrating his hips against the soft silken fibers, and I knew that he was probably fully hard already. Despite myself, I was hard, too. The thing is, I never expected it to get this far. I envisioned an outraged Bishop demanding my resignation and storming out... but here he was sitting calmly in my office while a young teen humped the rug in front of him...in front of us. And as I looked, his eyes seemed to darken and glaze over – was that lust I saw? It was! He was drinking in the sight of this boy, his taut butt pumping up and down, the light sheen of sweat forming on the smooth brown skin of his back, his tender balls visible each time he raised his hips off the carpet. No doubt about it, the Bishop liked what he saw. At that moment, his eyes met mine... and I could see barest hint of a smirk curl his lips. "Enough, Paolo," said Bishop Ryan. "Turn over." Paolo did as instructed, exposing his hard flesh pole to the Bishop's hungry gaze. "Now, if Father Jack follows traditional church practice, I expect that he would normally gather your seed in his mouth. Is that correct, my son?" "Y-yes, Bishop." "I see. Well, Father, I suggest you proceed with the ritual... the boy has gone this far and it seems a shame to skip this important step. But" – and here he addressed Paolo again – "do not release your seed, my son, until instructed by me." His Grace stared at me until I rose from my seat and approached the boy, dropping to my knees beside him. "Take the boy into your mouth, Father, and let us both expose our cocks to the eyes of God. Erections please him when stimulated in his holy name." He was good! Not only was he tolerating my methods, he was participating and improving on them! I wasted no time pulling my trousers down to my thighs, letting my stiff tool, slick with sweat and precum, bounce free. The Bishop nodded and smiled appreciatively as he exposed his own dick, which was shorter than mine but very thick – and rigid as a railroad spike. I bent over and let my tongue play over Paolo's shining member, spreading his legs wider with my hands so I could get better access to his tasty drooping balls, laden as they were with days of creamy boy jizz. I took the whole shaft down my throat and began bobbing up and down, while he whimpered in pleasure. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Bishop Ryan stand and cross to disappear into the sacristy. Moments later he emerged with the communion chalice. What on earth could he be planning? He approached Paolo and me and stood over us, the chalice held with both hands and his thick meat standing lewdly out and dripping with silvery precum. Paolo groaned as he looked up and met the older man's gaze. "Mmmnnghhh... ooohhhh... Yeah, Father, it feels good to serve God...aaahhhhh..." "Your cock tastes so good, Paolo, this is what God intended... Mmmfffggg... Unnnggghhhmmm," I choked. "Should I pray, Father?" asked Paolo innocently. I let his teen pole flop out of my mouth long enough to answer: "Yes, Paolo. Now is probably a good time." "I ask for your forgiveness, God, for me and for Gianni. My seed is for you alone." "That's right, my son," said the Bishop. "Your seed is for God, and with me here today we are going to make sure he hears your prayer." He placed the chalice between the lad's legs, the cold brass lip touching the underside of the youth's aching nuts. "God has given you this beautiful vessel in which to live," continued the Bishop, beginning to caress the boy with both of his wrinkled hands. He started with his calves: "he has given you strong, muscled legs... your lean, supple torso, a broad chest" –at this he gently pinched the boy's nipples and then paused to lick each one—"and a face like one of his angels..." and then the Bishop pressed his mouth against Paolo's, eliciting a deep, animal groan from the boy as he pushed his tongue deep into his throat. Paolo, instinctively it seemed, reached his left hand up to stroke the Bishop's throbbing meat, and they kissed for what seemed like a long time while I continued to suck the youth's stiff rod and pump my own prick with my hand. "Now I want you both to listen to me and do as I say," said the Bishop. "Mmm-hmmm..." We both panted. "All of our seed, for the glory of God, is to go into the chalice. None of it wasted. The chalice is the vessel that will deliver your prayer to God's ears." Paolo and I were delirious with lust and could only barely register these instructions. "Mmmm... Mmmnnghgh...oh, fuck... mmmm..." "Father Jack: collect the boy's seed in your mouth and deposit it into the chalice." With that I began sucking in earnest, no longer content to lick languidly at Paolo's shaft. I could feel the head of his cock nudge the back of my throat as he began bucking his slim hips against my face, determined to shoot his teenspunk into my mouth. "Ohhhh... Father, I'm getting ready... do you want to taste my seed, Father?" "Yes, that's it," intoned the Bishop, bringing his face to just inches away from mine so he could see up close the pulsating boycock slide in and out of my slippery mouth. Our eyes met as the kid's jizz started to spurt, each ropy strand of cream collecting in little pools in my cheeks, coating my tongue. "Oh, Fuck! Ahhhh... I'm shooting my seed... Oh, God... for you... mmmhhhngh... oohhhh..." Spent, Paolo relaxed and let his teen fuck stick slip out, glistening with spit and cum. I leaned over and spit the boy's sweet cream into the chalice. "Very good my son," the Bishop praised. "Now you will collect the seed from Father Jack, and from me." The Bishop kneeled over the boy and pressed his dick into the youth's mouth, parting his lips roughly for the unfamiliar invasion. I believed this to be Paolo's first taste of cock, but he was handling it like a seasoned pro, opening his young throat to accommodate the Bishop's thrusts, his balls dragging over the lad's chin. "Oh, yeah, boy...Mmmmm... Oh, yeah... Nnnggghh! ... Nnnggghh! ... Nnnggghh! ... Nnnggghh!" He pounded the boy relentlessly. "Put your cock in here with mine, Father, it feels so good, I want to feel them sliding against each other in his mouth..." I didn't think it was possible, but it seemed worth a try. To my surprise, Paolo opened wider and managed to get half of both our cocks in, his tongue fighting furiously to lick the undersides of our shafts while we each jabbed at the insides of his luscious teen mouth. His eyes teared up from the effort, and his hair was plastered by sweat to his forehead. The image of this abused boy, enjoying our man cocks, waiting to taste our hot cum, while his own teen prick stayed stiff in his hand below, still slick with liquid pleasure, sent me closer and closer to the edge as I fucked his face and the Bishop encouraged me – "Yes, Father, you've trained this boy well in service to God. He's a good boy, mmmm... Oh, yeah... that's right, Paolo, mmmmm... You like the Bishop's fat cock in your mouth? Like the taste of Father Jack's sweaty balls? C'mon, boy, lick our balls!" We rubbed our hairy nutsacks over the youth's smooth chin and up across his now puffy lips, his tongue reaching out to slather them with his spit as our cocks slapped against his cheeks and all over his face. "Nnnnggghhhh! Nnnggghh! ... Nnnggghh! ... Nnnggghh! ... Nnnggghh!" With our cocks back in his mouth, we began a rhythm together... "Yeah, it's time to give God our seed, boy... are you ready to collect it? You want to take this cum and send it to God with your prayer?" "Mmmggffhhh...Mmmggffhhhh..." The boy could only grunt. "Here it comes boy! Ooohhhhhh...Ooohhhhhh...Annnggghhh... Oh, Fuck! Oh, Fuck! Aaarrrgggghhhhh... Mmmmngggghhhhhh!" I could feel the Bishop's hot liquid dribble over my own pumping member, filling the boy's mouth with his holy spunk as his eyes watered. I was ready to add my own jizz... "Oh, fuck, Paolo, you are such a good boy... yeah, God is pleased with you... here comes your reward... Ooohhhhh...Mmmmnnnhhhh... Oh, Fuck! Aaaahhhhhh!" I grunted as my cock released its load of silky cream over the lad's tongue. I reached down to grab the chalice and placed it in front of the teen's lips, which he parted to release the white goo, some of which dripped down his chin, but which he lapped up and swallowed hungrily. "And now we will deliver your prayer to God," said Bishop Ryan, and without another word he drained the chalice of its contents, drinking them all down in several sloppy gulps. "Amen," he added. "Amen," we echoed. A few minutes later, after Paolo had dressed and gone back to the dorm to rest until he "felt better", the Bishop and I addressed each other on quite different terms from when this interview began. "What do you think of my methods, Your Grace?" "I see you are doing God's work here, Father, and I'm sure you have a lot of work still to do. There is much I can teach you – much to be learned from the history of the Catholic church regarding these matters." We eyed each other conspiratorially. "Now," he continued, "First, why don't you tell me about this... Gianni?" 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.