Date: Sun, 31 Jul 2022 12:34:57 +0000 From: bear legends Subject: Father McKenzie and Douglas Patrick You may publish everything included here. I attached a txt doc and pasted the text. The formatting may be screwed on either or both, sorry. *************************** Based on real events/experiences that happened, this work is part of my processing of that :) I'd appreciate no one sending hyper criticsm about the story or consequent chapters of it or characters involved (if any) that may be published later. It is what it is. I didn't write it to get you off. But if does get anyone off, wow, that's really great because I think it's really a fine and unique story, a good one. Good people and "characters". No one is getting harmed, children aren't being used as pipes for adults to cum, there's blossoming of First Times (always the best, I think). Through writing this, it got me thinking how sexuality is very much connected to innocence and innocent behavior. Of course, I've lost that along the way as we all have as adults. Why do we read these stories, right? When we get done fucking the vaccuum whilst watching VR, this story might seem nice :) Positive feedback is welcome bearlegends@outlook.com For the Archivist *********************************************************** Little Kevin was eleven; strands of freckles as from heaven. Innocent and free, polite with love; pink cheeks, a sun-kissed little dove. Douglas Patrick at thirteen was larger than his age would seem. Big hands and feet for his age, he'd grow fast if that was any gauge. Grandpa had him squirting, yet there was no trace of fuzz at all; maybe they would see some trickle in this Fall. They all waited to see what the hue would be; when it sprouted, when it bloomed; when the fuzz surrounded his mushroomed cock. Grandpa was a beefy Texan; his burly forearms always a flexin'. He spoke in a slow slurry - erotic nonetheless!; gruff and tender with Doug, causing him to make a mess. Coach was the fittest one in the bunch, but even he was eating too big a lunch. His shape taller, more in line; he preferred the corner of the room, the silent swine. Russell Barry McKenzie, a strong Scottish lad, now a prized hog at that. Were they really now calling him great, big and fat? They'd better keep that talk behind his well-fed back! No matter how much iron he jacked, he could not undo the years of slack. Inflamed and layered over in bulk, the muscular frame bulged aloud; shoulders wide and proud. His rear stood out, as did his gut, too; they always did, and with age simply grew and grew. From wrist to neck, from ankle to knee, the big man proved quite thick indeed. Well-made hands of porcelain grip; strong mitts for the taking of pent-up seed. Orange brows and beard finely shimmered of white and gold. Shiny dome atop a handsome face; Odin, Zeus or Santa - a throwback Centerfold. Eyes of jade and grey always behind their rounded specs; a twinkle that was a foreplay - the prompting of male sex. Magic hands and fingers gave the man an easy touch; he drove the ladies crazy.. or men or even little boys and such. Years of service gave him a commanding air, yet, he took prayer to heart; Parishoners knew he was their human counterpart. Endearing gentility shone through and attracted many; he was a clean-cut gentleman with simple delights away from the fray. The man was an angel sent by god. Perhaps sent straight to Douglas Patrick; this half-naked, horny little sod. *********************************************************** Today was Saturday; Practice Day. It was a stiflingly hot morning already. Doug had slept in a bit late. Coach Anderson was there, as usual. Today, Grandpa had invited Father McKenzie, as he was in from Scotland for the Summer. Coach would be taking Doug to practice in a while, but he meant to give Doug a nice surprise. Father McKenzie was becoming a legend to the little guy, he'd been saying it outright lately. The lad had no idea the big guy would be sitting right there when he woke up. Grandpa was the one who'd been noticing Doug's burgeoning sexuality. He was also the one interested enough to figure out just what was going on in the horny little kid's head. The A/C wasn't doing much so Grandpa turned it off. It was a good thing they all were dressed down; shorts and t-shirts. But wetness was creeping through each of their shirts, betraying the wet heat. Grandpa cocked his head, then, smiled toward Father McKenzie who sipped his tea. Grandpa's accustomed ears had heard a toilet in the boy's room - alerting him that someone had awakened and would be boucing out there pretty soon. Coach, too, watched Father McKenzie with an interested grin.. watching him intently.. since among all three men, he had not experienced any of this before. All three men turned their heads as an adorable child's face peeked around the corner.. hugging the wall. "Good morning, Kevin," Grandpa beckoned him from across the room, with a big smile. Kevin was the younger of the brood. He'd inherited Grandpa's strawberry-blond hair.. which, if not for the buzzy matt on the lad's head, he'd be completely bald. He waved the boy over. Half hidden around the corner, he examined all three men with great interest. He looked back, hearing his big brother enter the bathroom to pee. So, he sauntered out and down into the recessed living room where the men sat. Grandpa opened his arms and little Kevin walked straight into them and offered his Grandpa a big kiss on the cheek. Then, he climbed up and got situated on his Grandfather's lap. "Kevin, do you remember Father McKenzie?" The boy stretched into a big yawn, his shirt rising up and over his tubby tummy and considerable inny. His eyes watered. Father McKenzie smiled large and stared the tyke down with a watchful gaze. "What a little unicorn.. bright and pink and sweet," he went on. "Father McKenzie baptized you, little guy," Grandpa told Kevin. "Well, thank you, sir.." the young boy turned, responding politely. They all giggled under their breath at his overt cuteness. This little boy was chum in the water for any shark predator at a lonesome park or in an unattended bathroom in a god-forsaken Walmart somewhere. You'd never see him again. But that would never happen. Not to Kevin. Not with these bruisers watching over him. They'd never let any harm come to this angel. "Do I get a hug too, then??" Father McKenzie held out his arms as Grandpa had done. Little Kevin hopped down off of his Grandfather's lap and strolled on over to the big man. Father McKenzie held the small lad by the shoulders and peered down at him with great interest. Kevin placed his small hands on the man's large, burly shoulders. "Do I get a kiss, too? Like your Grandpa?" He asked the lad. Kevin's face went a bit red and he looked away. He had never kissed a man like this other than his Grandpa. Father McKenzie was a very large man as he sat there. In fact, to Kevin, the man was kind of a smaller version of Santa Claus (but not that much smaller). As Kevin felt the big man touching his neck and his ears with his warm and soothing fingers, it sent tingles down his spine. He just stared at Father McKenzie and imagined him with the fabled fuzzy red and white hat and gloves. "Ok," Kevin said, with a silly smile. Rubbing over the copper fuzz on the man's forearms. Father McKenzie moved a bit closer. His whiskers gliding over the baby-smooth skin of Kevin's forehead. Down, over his eye.. baby Kevin felt warm lips touching his mouth.. he made a sound.. maybe in shock, maybe in ecstasy (who could know?); like a little puppy. Father paused.. but nibbled on him so gently, just enough until his puppy sound gave way to an actual slight barking; like a baby seal. The big guy pulled away and looked down at him. "Are you alright, love?" He asked, making sure. Poor Kevin was shivering; jittery; shaking, actually. "Oh, my..." Father McKenzie expressed, "come here, little one.." confining the lad in the strong, white arms of his security, rocking him back and forth. He looked down, noticing little Kevin had both hands covering the front of his shorts. Father McKenzie looked over at Grandpa and Coach then back at Kevin. "Oh, little lamb, you don't have to be covering yourself.." Kevin's eyes shot open, he did not realize he'd been doing that. Nor did he realize everyone else had noticed! Poor Kevin jumped down off the big guy's lap and rushed out of the room. Father's face fell. Grandpa waved it off. "He'll be back," he told the big man. Little Kevin brushed by his older brother on the way out of the room. Doug was getting the sleep out of his eyes and yawning. He wore a gold support, a Cowboys jersey and tiny white sport socks; that was all. The gold of the support complimented his hair well. Though he was just a few years older than Kevin, he was bursting out of his clothing - and out of his skin, frankly. The little boy was only thirteen but was managing heavyweight on his teams and looked older. They all wanted him to play in any position that required a big bruiser to take someone out. Father McKenzie was in awe of this lad. His buzzed hair was pure gold and, like his brother, without that, he'd be completely bald. However, unlike little Kevin who was just beginning his journey of manhood (barely) this one was being trained by his Grandpa in the art of perversion. This little Douglas Patrick was built like a small tank and moved like one, also. The little guy lumbered. But he was not clumsy. To the contrary, he seemed very agile. He could take down opponents on the mat very well. Father watched this lad cross the room toward his large Grandfather. He bent to offer him a peck on the cheek. But all Father McKenzie could see were bright shades of the boy's legs as he moved and the hulking development of his young frame. Obscene, he thought to himself. Because the kid's fat rear was fully exposed due to the support. For a moment, the thought crossed the man's mind how this kid reminded him of himself at that age. Though, Father McKenzie was not as large in stature as this boy. Currently, the fully-grown Father stood only 5'9 in dress shoes! While, this kid was still growing as they watched and was 5'2 in socks. Impossible, he thought to himself. When Doug turned, Father McKenzie made a slight gasp, he'd not ever seen any rump made that way before. Doug's shirt was too tight and hugged his bulk, going up and over the navel. He stood there, plainly, talking to his Grandpa; shamelessly. But, so innocently. "Did you sleep well, sweetheart?" Grandpa rubbed his bottom and kissed him on the forehead. "I don't know.." he barely replied. They all giggled. Cute, just like his little brother. Who was more cute? They did note know. "Did you be havin' sweet dreams, love?" Father McKenzie quietly questioned, his throat a bit dry. "Oh, Hello, Father McKenzie.." the boy's eyes opened a bit wider. Grandpa slid a hand inside Doug's shirt to warm his tummy. "Father, the lil guy was so sleepy he didn't even see you there," he snorted. Father McKenzie shuffled in his seat and looked over at Coach Anderson. "I'm big as a house!" He guffed. "The little angel walked right by me." They all three guffed and snorted at that. Doug was turning red and smiling big. Grandpa sent him into the kitchen to get some of his training protein drink but to come right back. Father McKenzie watched intently as the lad walked out toward the kitchen. "And he just walks around like that??" Father proclaimed, to thin air, wide-eyed. "Would ya look at the arse on him." He was truly astonished. "Coach, is this part of the training ya do with them out on the field or something??" Coach shook his head. "Nope. That kid is naturally built that way. I've had nothing to do with it. He's a blessing." Doug returned, drinking his breakfast. "You wakin' up a lil bit, baby?" Grandpa sat the boy on his knee. Doug nodded. Grandpa began scraping his beard across the tender neck just inches from him. It made Doug almost drop the glass. Coach was there in time to catch it. "Does he really get so worked up?" Father McKenzie almost whispered to Coach. Doug's shirt had crept up and over his bellyhole more and Grandpa was teasing it with his finger. He knew that always tickled the tyke and worked him up. He stood the boy up and slipped the shirt up and off, tossing it into the corner. They heard Father McKenzie's slight gasp. Grandpa turned Doug - facing the Father - and flecked his tender neck with gentle, slow kisses. They watched the boy's chubby thicken inside the pouch. He held the man by the wrists and slowly wafted back into a dream. Then, Grandpa stopped. Douglas turned around and placed his hands onto his large Grandfather's shoulders. "Grandpa why'd you stop? I liked that very much.. that felt very good. Please don't stop.." Grandpa brought him close and looked toward Father McKenzie over the lad's shoulder. Then, he looked back at Doug. "You told me you liked Father McKenzie, Doug.." he whispered, rubbing the boy's neck and shoulders, "that you liked his big ole red beard and his bald head.." the boy began to giggle, embarassed. He turned the boy round to see Father McKenzie had a big smile on his handsome face. "Why don't you go over there and see Father McKenzie.. give em a hug, maybe??" The boy was hesitant.. nervous.. but obviously excited. His little hardon throbbed with each step toward the big man. Father McKenzie held the boy at the shoulders straight out to examine him more fully. "Look at you, big boy.." his eyes traveled from the lad's feet, up to his support (which was growing as he looked) and up to his glowing eyes. "The last time I saw you.." he manually turned the boy, wanting better and closer views of his perfect rump, "..you were not quite this big at all, Junior." He turned him again, face to face. The youngster could only grin at being admired and idolized as so many others idolized him. Grandpa had turned this little pervert into a sex hog. He needed to get off a lot these days. Father McKenzie knew the type. There were plenty of these horny, bulky and spud-like studs in Scotland.. boys that only needed to squirt goo and get rid of that urge - until next time. "Kevin?" Grandpa spied the little boy peeking around the corner again. They all looked and the boy vanished again. Grandpa smiled big. He waited a moment. Kevin's pretty, little face appeared once more. "Come here, baby," Grandpa spoke to him in a lower, safer voice, "it's OK. I promise." Everyone waited patiently until the lad felt safe enough to come down into the room again. He cuddled up on Grandpa's lap and curled around his belly. Grandpa got up close to the boy's ear. "Sweetheart, we are all boys here." Kevin looked up at Grandpa. "Do you know what that means, honey?" He stroked his beard across the lad's face. "It means you don't have to cover yourself when you get a stiffy." Kevin looked a little confused but let it sink in. "That's right," he went on, "There's nothing to be embarassed or frightened about." Kevin's little hand was stroking Grandpa's thick, strong forearm. It was furry with coppery fuzz; so soft just like the fuzz on Grandpa's beard that made Kevin shiver when it rubbed his neck or his shoulders or ears. Kevin loved his Grandpa and being naked with him. It was the best feeling. "You mean it's OK to have a stiffy with Father McKenzie like when I have one with you?" He softly asked Grandpa. Grandpa looked at Father McKenzie who was still enthralled with the elder son. "Do you like Father McKenzie, baby?" Grandpa teased the younger, patting his tummy and gently tickling his side. The youngster laughed and blushed, burying his face in Grandpa's neck; embarassed. Grandpa squeezed his bum and spoke softly. "Why don't you go on over there and join your brother?" Little Kevin did as he was told - with much excitement. His heart beating fast, he got off Grandpa's lap and stripped down entirely - surprising Grandpa. Father McKenzie's jaw dropped as the boy approached him. "What do we have here??" Father used one large paw to manage Douglas Patrick at his side while his little brother climbed up on the man's lap at the other. He was sweating profusely now. All three men looked at each other and agreed it was too warm and was time to shuck shirts. Father McKenzie's chest bore a patch of golden and red fuzz but was mostly a large, white and beefy and muscular mound. Truly everyone in the room looked like they could be familial relations, even Coach Anderson. But oddly, the closest resemblances lie between Father McKenzie and the boys. All three white as ghosts; pink hue, bright hair and eyes and built like farm animals - very dense. Even Grandpa, who was a very stocky and strong man in his own right, did not possess such naturally powerful build. Not even back in his high school sports days. On the other hand, Father McKenzie grew up always landing the prop position by default on the pitch and carried a lot of frieght in his time as Chaplain in the Royal Navy. A good-natured soul, he didn't let a frock stand in his way on the mission. Little Kevin, Father thought to himself, that one is built like an itty-bitty plow ox. He could not believe it, the tyke perched there on his thigh, leaning slightly back and rubbing on his tubby tummy with a small hand.. naked as the day he was born and sporting a beautiful, stiff, pink hoglet sticking straight out from his hairless, bulky frame. His comparatively large bum shifted around due to the uncontrolled excitement of the little lad. Father was unsure of what to even do in this situation; he was no avid pedophile sitting there. His breath almost stopped entirely as he reached out a stocky hand to the younger boy's abdomen. He kept looking at Kevin's face, making sure not to frighten him. The kid's eyes went screwed up closed at the touch. "Kevin.." he whispered, "can you hear me, love?" Little Kevin opened his eyes and stared into the round specs of the man he only remembered seeing in church; the powerfully-built man behind the lecturn; the bald man with red beard and thick, strong fingers, solid stance and big, wide legs. "Yes, Sir.." he trailed off. Kevin's little hand ran over the man's chest, discovering his pink nipple.. innocently playing with it. This caused an over-excited Father McKenzie to shiver; he took the child's hand away gently. "May I touch You, love?" He asked the boy. Kevin smiled and nodded sweetly. Father wiped at his forehead with a cloth, removing the sweat. His warm hand again moved toward the flushed, husky chest and tummy of this tiny tank. He lay it there and did not move. Kevin squirmed. "You OK, love??" Father kept asking. Kevin kept looking back up at Father, trying to get used to his touch. But the lad was overly-excited. Kevin seemed to be like a cluster of exloding stars at Father McKenzie's touch. Doug knelt down and began to unlace Father McKenzie's shoes. In true Scottish fashion, Father was built - all the way down to the bottom. Large and stubby; wide feet of abormal size.. thick, strong toes, even. Father McKenzie was all man, to the ground. Little Kevin slid down, taking the man's entire leg in his arms hugging it; the man's foot between his legs, tickling his little balls. He wiped his cheeks over the man's thigh over and again. Then, his adorable face coming to rest on Father McKenzie's belly. The youngster began confessing to Father, as if in the church confessional. "Father, I love your big, thick and strong legs. They are so hard and fuzzy and big and white and pink and they look like ham.." Father laughed aloud and looked around at the other men who giggled and snorted at the cutest little bubba lost in his moment with the big Father. Yet, Douglas Patrick agreed with his younger brother. He ran a hand up the other big ham of Father McKenzie which put the large man clearly into a bit of a state. Father watched these two boys loving on him. He was petting their buzzy, matted heads. Both with well-kept, tightly-shorn heads like the tops of pencil erasers. "You like Father McKenzie's big, fat hams, too baby?" Seeing the obvious bulge in Douglas Patrick's support, he returned the favor by simply bumping the tip of the boy's hard nib. It stopped the lad mid stroke. Doug froze and Father McKenzie snickered at him; at how quickly he could sway the boy. Grandpa spoke into the void. "Tell him, Doug," he prompted his grandson, "tell him what you told me." Doug blushed a little and Father McKenzie pulled him tighter. The big man turned his full attention to this blushing young man.. which only reverberated that effect. The lad couldn't help it. This man - this big, shiny-headed and be-freckled, sturdy plow ox with the red beard and translucent skin - was his bane. They were actually close to approaching a similar height. Even though Douglas Patrick was just a teen and this man was fully grown. Father grew up in the Old World. Doug had grown up consuming all this rich American food. How could he and his brother not expand into such large creatures so early? He looked down at his naked little brother perving out on those enormous, huge white legs. At that point, Douglas Patrick turned into a little boy himself. He exhaled deeply and collapsed onto Father McKenzie's shoulder. "What's wrong, love?" Father asked him. After a moment, he whispered back. "I just want you really badly, Father." Then, he looked away and buried his face in the man's neck. "Well, sweetheart.. I'm right here.." he assured the boy. "What is it you want, baby?" He whispered. Doug didn't know if he could tell Father McKenzie. He hadn't told anyone, not even his Grandfather, his confidant. He felt the man's large fingers stroke him, giving him tingles all over. He leaned upward, making a cup with his hand, getting closer to the man's little ear perched on a well-formed skull. He spoke quietly, then retracted and clutched Father McKenzie's forearm, waiting for his reaction. Father adjusted his glasses methodically as he looked at the youngster over them. He examined the lad's face, took his time. Then, his gaze never left the boy as he spoke to Coach and Grandpa. "This little guy needs a place to put it," he said, matter-of-factly. He rubbed and scratched on Kevin's buzzed head as he still was loving those big legs and feet. "He needs a place to put it and he wants to put it in MEeee," Father just blurted out, proudly. He'd never stopped gazing into Douglas Patrick's eyes. Those clear blue eyes. He began to imagine what it would be like for this 13yo heavyweight tank to use him for target practice. He wanted to see the lad's equipment so he could imagine it fully. If he was anything like his little brother, it would be worth it. Father stood up. With one quick motion, he got his shorts down to the floor and his stiff cock bobbed up in mid air. He sat back down, taking in the wide eyes of both boys staring down his package. That part of Father McKenzie was impossibly more pale than the rest of him. Father McKenzie had a blanched, thick, long and translucent pole which jutted to the left a bit. A fuzzy copper patch at the base. Large balls, pink and purplish with blue veins, they were pulled up a bit. Sitting, his thighs were, indeed, jammed together like large hams. Doug knew what he wanted. As he sat, Father McKenzie's breath was heavier; his face a bit wild. Kevin's little hands were still on him. They were creeping up onto his secret places now.. he couldn't stop that anymore. The little sod crawled up, their bodies sliding wet on each other, until his face was equal to Father McKenzie's, their eyes meeting. Curious, the big man only cocked his head back and waited for little Kevin's outcome. The lad's little fingers traced the rim of his glasses, over his bushy, orange eyebrows. It just so happened, the boy's rod was pushing and prodding around Father McKenzie's blowhole. The whole thing made the big man's heart pound. With his other arm, he attempted to hold the elder boy, but his concentration was going mute. "What is your real name, Father?" The boy asked quietly, secretly. His little voice sounded as if the answer was a thing only to be shared in the confines of intimacy. The green-eyed, ruddy-faced man's pole was parked just inside the warm crevice of the boy' tubby thighs. It felt wonderful to be settled there, in that forbidden warm place. "My REAL name, you say.." He peered right into the boy's warm, soft eyes, feeling him unable to keep still, ever moving on his big frame. He slid his hands down under the lad's bum and squeezed, making Kevin bounce a little and yelp slightly. They giggled. "I am Russell McKenzie. Russell Barry McKenzie," he proclaimed proudly. The lad agreed that was a great name and so did his brother. As he recited the broad and strong Scottish name, one could see Douglas Patrick's support rise a bit. Father McKenzie felt little Kevin's cock - wet with sweat - slip inadvertently right into his bellyhole. The feeling seemed to go relatively unnoticed by the boy, and Father felt it best to just keep talking. "That's why the boys were calling me 'Rusty' when I got older because of this.." he felt around at the patch of golden red fuzz on his chest and shoulders. "And you have it here, too.." Kevin pointed out. The innocent lad petting the man's adult area - full with a fuzzy golden red patch there. "We don't have that yet," he giggled. The delicate fingers there were causing the big man a bit of a problem. That, and the unfathomable penetration of his own body by this lad. Frankly, he just didn't know what to think of it. "Hey Kevy.." Grandpa said, "why don't you come over here and let Father McKenzie have Doug alone for a bit." Father looked at the disappointed face. "Now wait here.. this little guy has been so sweet.. a perfect angel.." He moved the back of his giant, fuzzy finger.. rubbing over the itty-bitty nib impossibly slow. The little sod began trying to escape the pleasure. "Oh no.." Father laughed mightily, "you aren't leaving us just yet, little boy.." and parked the lad down firmly upon him. Smooches and lovins to his neck and ears soon followed and the small boy was trying to climb up and over the big, ginger mountain. He could not. Father McKenzie had him firmly in his strong grip. He licked the boy all over. His very large tongue moving slowly over the goosebumps and tender, hairless flesh. Kevin squealed. He was squealing just like the itty-bitty hoglet he was. Father handled the boy like dense cargo, moving him wherever he chose and easily. The lad hardly resisted except in play. Father Mckenzie looked down to see Kevin's very hard peter was not moving at all. Pretty pink, a bit purple, the mushroomed head standing straight out. Father playfully plucked on it with a thick, squarely digit. Kevin curiously watched it bounce and then lept forward toward the man's big belly again. He wanted to push himself on there; that, he knew. It was the primal urge from within his little form. Father McKenzie sensed that, also.. pulling him closer. He lay it flat on Father's big belly and pressed. "You can push on me, sweetie. Push your little pecker right there on that big tummy." He smacked himself there with the dense, flat palm of his hand. The big man wanted to follow the boy's lead. He certainly did not mind whatever outcome this could have. Now, Father didn't want to be the cause of that cute pink rooster slipping into him again.. since it happened naturally before. That just felt a bit forbidden.. but it also turned him on, and made little Kevin feel so good. He thought for a moment. He reached down tentatively.. quickly took a hold of Kevin there and plugged him in. He felt the boy's body gasp as it slipped completely into the warm, fuzzy and wet spot.. his now-juicy blowhole serving as some kind of pussy for the fairly young man. Sitting as he was, that thing in his gut was scrunched just deep enough for little Kevin; just the right depth to take enough of a lad his size. He held the boy by the rear tightly, creating tension. Kevin ground his hips. Father McKenzie took the boy's face and brought it into the side of his neck, which seemed natural. He felt the lad's instincts kicking in. Kevin began making strange sounds again.. a puppy begging for treats. Father looked toward Grandpa who shrugged at him. So, Father McKenzie began petting the lad. He stroked Kevin like he'd pet his retriver, Blake, during a thunderstorm. He made long, even strokes over the kid's back. Then, Kevin began to whimper. Along with this escalation, he felt the boy's hands and fingers and arms gripping him anywhere they could; his shoulders, his back, around the thick pillar that was his neck. Little Kevin's cock was really plowing into that thing. His thighs hunched around the ballbelly. Father McKenzie's hands were slightly raised now, disengaged from the act. He was stunned at his body being used by this perfect little unicorn. He looked at Coach and Grandpa in disbelief as the little guy humped and rutted him. Then, Father McKenzie felt wetness falling onto his neck and shoulders which could only be tears. He pulled the boy forward and kissed his face. He took the sweet lad's tears away, kissing each eye; his beard now a bit damp. He tasted the sweaty secretion; everything was so wet today. "Oh, love, are you alright?" He removed his glasses, making himself completely personal to this lad who was clearly so undone in the experience. He placed his big, dome forehead at the smaller one and looked into his eyes. "Shhh.." Kevin sobbed and whined and tried to push his pulsing little hoglet again toward the man, desperately trying to make the feelings return. "Oh, baby, I think you've had enough, love," he looked into the boy's eyes. The lad shook and shivered. He only knew he wanted his little pecker back where it was and right away!. He had to be on top of Father McKenzie again. Father smiled and placed him on on his feet on the floor. He took the boy's face in his extremely large and be-freckled hands. "How about we play again later, huh??" Little Kevin thought for a moment but tried to jump back upward. Father McKenzie laughed. "Later, love. I promise," he bartered with the little guy. Kevin was disappointed but was loving Grandpa's hugs and kisses soon enough. Doug slipped off his wet support.. so wet from this heat. It felt amazing to be free. It slapped his tummy loudly and that made Father McKenzie's heart stop. The youngster situated himself again, standing at the thigh of this giant. Nervously, both Douglas Patrick and Father McKenzie sat there, staring at each others' bodies.. each wanting the other very much. Their hands tentatively going over each other, but not really knowing where to go or where to stop. Father McKenzie got in close once more. "Are you saying you dream about sticking that thing up tubby white rear ends like mine?" Father playfully poked the boy in the ribs. Doug shifted nervously. Every inch of skin that touched this man was itching. He wanted Father McKenzie to touch him everywhere. He felt like a baby.. safe and loved in this huge man's arms. He also wanted to be inside this man. He wanted to stick himself up that man's backside and hug him around the middle and plug him. Grandpa came over and sat next to them on the ottoman. "Doug, Father McKenzie seems to be interested in something you want to do.." But the lad couldn't imagine it possible. "Grandpa, that's just a fantasy.. I.." He felt a big, warm hand on his tummy. "Does That feel like just a fantasy, sweetie?" Father McKenzie said. Doug sighed and smiled, eyes closed. Grandpa continued, "Doug.. this big ole plow ox might be willing to let ya have it, baby." His ears perked up. "Have what??" They all giggled. "Oh...." He felt his dick throb and he blushed. Doug looked around and became serious for a moment. He was sitting there completely naked with another completely naked man whom he had always wanted to touch. Now, that man wanted to take a dick in his rear? "Father, do you really like to do that?" He asked the big man. He had to be sure. Maybe he was dreaming. Father McKenzie looked downward, toward Douglas Patrick's source of agony. This made Doug look, also. His broad hand encompassed the lad's chubby and snatched it in his fist. Doug shook and held his breath. "The only time I like to do that is with a lovely kid like you." The beautiful strawberry beard covered his smaller mouth - the whiskers patient - warm lips nibbling, his mouth opening, the large tongue slipping out. Father McKenzie squeezed his stiffy just one time. They kissed slowly. "I'd turn over for you, love." He gently tugged the chubby, licking across the boy's lips as if they were a sexual organ. "Wanna get behind me and do some rutting, baby?" He looked down at Father McKenzie's legs and feet as they sat in this obscene situation being watched by two other adult men, one his own Grandfather. His stiffy, held by the big man, was beginning to leak a bit. That was new. It usually had no discharge until he finished. Just the sight of those gams, it was too much for this little piglet. "Doug," Grandpa asked, "How do you wanna do this, bubba?" Doug's eyes got wide. He looked back at Father McKenzie, sitting there with his glasses and that winning smile just glaring at him... completely naked, pink and shining.. glistening with sweat. "No time like the present," Father McKenzie said. He then splay himself on the couch, belly over the arm. His big rump - the crack as straight and unblemished as Doug had ever imagined - pointed backward. He'd taken his glasses off again. His powerful, strong back had light golden fuzz and Douglas Patrick only wanted to get close to the back of the man's pillar of a neck. His legs were living slabs.. the young boy could only watch, his hardon throbbing. Father McKenzie's shiny bald head left a crown around his ears, golden and red below the big dome that topped his well-shaped skull. The folds at the back of his neck were so masculine and manly it made the lad weak. He looked at his large, bearish Grandfather. He could barely stand on his own at that point. "Do you want that, young man?" He tempted his grandson, giggling with Coach. Father McKenzie shifted on his belly, getting comfortable. He sighed and Doug could see a smile on his face from the side. Doug absently began stroking his own sparkplug as if this man were porn being shown to him on a screen by Grandpa. Grandpa had to reach over and gently take the lad's hand off lest he throw himself over by accident. "Sweetheart, you can actually have this.." He told the lad. Doug looked at his Grandpa and swallowed hard, sort of terrified. "I'll walk ya through the whole thing, baby. Don't be afraid." Then, little Kevin was beside the couch. He was really admiring Father McKenzie's form as he was sprawled out in such a way. The tyke began hogging the big fella to himself. He spread his attention all over the large man - going deep into his thick ankles and calves, then up into his lush behind and everywhere in between. However, that all stopped as soon as Father McKenzie purposely distracted the youngster with some expertly-targeted rubs and tugs. Poor, little Kevin was a deer in the headlights. He was distracted enough to let Doug get to work on what was to come. "Yes, Grandpa," Doug replied, "I want that," he told his large Grandfather. He felt a pressure building. He felt he could not leave this room unless and until he was able to have his cock inside this naked man and expel goo into that magnificent rear end. When Doug thought it couldn't get better (or worse), Father McKenzie rose a bit, the crack opening. When Doug looked closer, barely could he see the pink spot. Douglas Patrick was so utterly transfixed, he turned to his Grandpa. "Look at that big chunk of fat rear, Doug. Did you ever think you'd see that right here in front of ya?" Grandpa spurred on the horny teen hunk. Grandpa's voice had always fascinated Doug. Grandpa was a Texan and a former ranch hand. He spoke to Doug in a gentle and tender cadence that somehow became attached to sex when Doug became old enough. Grandpa had picked up on that and enjoyed using it to send the boy to his special place. "Here, lemme show ya.." he spoke to his grandson. Grandpa slicked up his finger and slowly ran it up and down Father McKenzie's burly crack. It wasn't until the tiny pink spot began winking that it became obvious the location. The man's perfectly blanched skin basically concealed the pucker entirely. "You wanna try it yourself, bubba?" Doug's pecker was leaking even more now. Grandpa couldn't help but notice and caught Doug's eye. "Get some of that on there," Grandpa told him, with a perverted smile. Doug reached down and globbed some of his own goo and smeared it on the perfect pucker and pushed his finger through just a little. "Get a finger in there and loosen him up a bit." Grandpa instructed. Doug followed direction. Soon, his dripping cock was leaking onto the huge, powerful leg of this strong, wonderful animal he was about to penetrate. "Wanna give it a try?" Grandpa whispered. Doug wanted it really badly. So badly it frightened him. He got off the couch and crouched next to Father McKenzie. "Father, this is my first time. I'll give it my best. My Grandpa is here to help me do my best. Is there anything special you want from me?? Truth is, I can't believe you are letting me do this.......... to you." Father McKenzie began straight-up laughing. "Oh, sweet love.." he turned a bit to see the lad straight on. "By Odin," he whispered to himself. "How sweet and loving, you are." He gazed for a long moment into the lad's eyes. "You have been raised right." Douglas Patrick's cock throbbed because he'd never seen Father McKenzie without his glasses. He looked so very different to Doug. It all suddenly seemed foreign and strange. Something about the entire affair went askew in his mind. But the man said little else. He only took the smaller face in his hand and brought it to his own. He licked across the boy's mouth sideways, making his smaller, pink lips quiver. He released the boy and looked into his clear blue eyes. "I think you should get fuckin', young man." His one eyebrow cocked. Adorable, hot, scraggly, beefy, commanding, allowing, tough, gentle.. he was all these things to the lad. Douglas Patrick dragged his heavy body up from the floor and crawled on top of the meaty slab. The first thing he noticed was the heat. Father McKenzie was so warm; hot like fire. Then, the density. The thickness and hugeness was not just his imagination. It was totally real. Slowly, and with deliberate lust, Douglas Patrick maneuvered his own body to get where he wanted it to be. The big guy stayed stock still and let him do all his little exploring. His breath was blustery; as if he were trying to pin down an opponent. Yet, this one was unresistant. Sure enough, he placed his cock in the buttery crack of that large rump and lay down his face just at the back of Father McKenzie's neck. He could smell the man. He could smell him so intensely, so personally. He'd never smelled another human being that way ever in his entire life. The sense was so pungeant and close, and it was at that moment, he didn't yet know, he would forever compare that smell to all other smells of men. He thought he might cum just then - and spend himself just all over everywhere - he groaned. "What's goin on, bubba?" Grandpa asked, concerned. Doug snapped out of it. "Do I just..... put it in and go for it??" Grandpa rubbed his bottom and looked him over, "Is that what you wanna do?" Doug got up and began mimicking what his little brother had been doing before, worshipping Father McKenzie's legs - prolonging himself. "Oh, you too, huh?" Father flexed his feet and leg muscles, trying to show off for the lad, trying to push his buttons. "I don't get why you all like these so much, but I'll let you have it." He laughed. Then, Grandpa had an idea. "If it's not too much, Doug, you can have at 'em AND have those legs at the same time. Only, it's face to face." He stroked on Doug's nub.. "He's on his back.." he explained, "..he might even mess with your lil titties if you ask nicely," he teased. "You don't have to ask," Father McKenzie said tenderly, "that's not a thing you need to ask for, love," he continued, "and if you want to get me rolled up and on my back, looking into each others' eyes, I say let's do it." He laughed. Grandpa stood Doug up as Father McKenzie took some time getting to his feet. The large man's fat, pink cock was pretty huge and standing straight out. "Shouldn't we take care of Father McKenzie, Grandpa??" Douglas Patrick asked in a sweet, sincere voice. But Father took Douglas by the face with both hands and looked into his eyes. "Right now, this is all about you, love." He glanced up at Grandpa then back at the little guy. He lowered his voice and spoke more gently. "Are you ready, young man?" He swallowed hard. The big lug sat down and pivoted. He lay his head at the end on the arm and looked upward, waiting. "Now get between his legs. You'll need to help him keep them up," Grandpa instructed. The lad crawled into the space, his hands holding the meaty objects of his lust. Grandpa was right, it must be difficult for a big, husky fella to keep his legs raised this way. Especially when those hams are so dense and powerful. "Here, get your arms under the knees.." All this maneuvering in such heat. They all were sweating terribly. He slid his arms under the back of Father McKenzie's knees.. pushing everything back, naturally. Wow, Grandpa had really worked that out! Douglas Patrick suddenly realized that the big man's body was curled up under him. When it was, the man's ankles were just near the boy's ears. Unfurled, he began kissing and making love to these bright and pink muscular calves with his lips and with kisses and with his lust-filled eyes. His hands and fingers groped the bursting-full thighs he could now reach with his mouth and swipe with his cheeks. He and his brother were so much alike. He also found those bulky almost square-ish feet; blocky things, more colossal and monumental than anything else. They were Fred Flintstone but naturally elegant and polished. The man was a showroom beast. A showroom beast seconds away from taking this boy's goo up his tight, chubby chute. Father McKenzie opened his hips the best he could. Those ungodly legs spread open allowing Douglas Patrick to really lean in and pin him down. Doug spat on his palm and lubed himself well. "Now's when ya get that on his pink spot, Doug.." Grandpa coached, "You take your mount and get on up there." The lad seemed in a trance, following direction. The shiny head of his poker finding the spore. Father McKenzie patted the lad's flank, "Just push it through the poke, love, I can take it." He bore down and they went silent. A boy became a man as he did take his mount. Father McKenzie yelped a bit and smiled big. He became lost, also; fully impaled to the hilt by this stocky, hairless youngster - a teen tank in need of a blast of goo, afraid to move lest he fire off too soon. Grandpa looked his grandson over. "Doin ok, pal?" Doug grabbed a hold of Father McKenzie by the bulk of his large, squished pectorals, shut his eyes and pumped his flaming rod one time into the gripping muscle. He grunted and cried out. Father grunted, also. The boy turned to his Grandfather with ragged breath. He looked down at the blanched, alabaster beef surrounding his boyhood. He looked at Grandpa again. "Wanna blow one off quick then start over? Hmm?" Grandpa was coaching still. Father McKenzie had begun hugging the lad's swollen rod from within, causing the boy to let off tiny cries. Douglas Patrick could do nothing else but collapse forward onto the man's ballgut. He was in no position to pump anything anymore. Kevin was observing the whole thing. "Make Dougie squirt, Grandpa.." he was saying. "So cute," Coach mentioned. Whatever Father was doing from within was making Doug grin and laugh and wince and shiver. "Let him take it right on out, Doug," Grandpa was saying. Soon enough, Doug felt it approaching like a freight train and he was spurting into the forbidden spore. He bucked and squirmed and moaned. Then, the hole was like a tight, warm pocket surrounding his spent shell. He was no less stiff, though. This, Father McKenzie could testify to. And so itchy in there. Every movement; ultra sensitive. "The kid has no less ammunition, though!" Little Kevin was trying to get in the mix, too, and everything was getting so hot and sweaty. "Douglas Patrick, ya spurted goo up my fat pooper, love, now you're up for round two.." He turned to the smallest tank. "And what are You doing, little baby??" Turning to Kevin. Kevin was kissing on Father McKenzie's tummy and trying to look through to see his brother doing his business. "I wanna see Dougie plug your big, fat bum," he said, giggling. "You do??" Father exclaimed. It all felt so gooey. After a few moments, Doug rose up and began a gentle saw motion with his hips. His itchy stiffy going into his big hero legend, Father McKenzie. His spent goo was a real and proper lubing. He held onto Father's strong, thick arms. He coveted those large arms and obscene legs and feet. He shared little Kevin's perversions for this man. Without worry or further barrier, he took the man's large hand in his own hands and began worshipping it with his face and mouth. Doug's cock only increased in size as the broad, long digits in his mouth distracted him. He brushed his face over the fuzzy back of the hand over and again.. only to suck and lick big, broad digits. Father McKenzie didn't know what to think anymore and simply watched in awe as this wee lil pervert manboy took him for a ride; an adult ride. The lad stumped right down onto his large thumb, almost choking himself. He was rutting out of himself, going mad. Father withdrew his hand and took the lad around the middle. Douglas Patrick's face scrunched up and his head swaying from side to side. Perched there, the poor kid's titties stood out in front begging for attention. He had lost his breath when the man's big fingers found them, astonishing little Kevin that his older brother had entered another realm. "What a little pervert, this one....." Father McKenzie let out, inadvertently, as he brushed over the hard nubs. At hearing that (or having heard nothing at all) Douglas Patrick growled; he roared. He seemed to enter an immediate fit and to cry out; he made unintelligible sounds. He smashed into the big man like he was on the wrestling mat or the field. He bashed onto him; screamed. All the men went completely silent. Grandpa held Kevin back, who knew to be silent. The lad went on like that for what seemed like a full minute or so. Grandpa had joined in with added lovins to stimulate the boy even further and to prolong his tingles. Father McKenzie was stunned at the lad's heights of pleasure.. and making use of his body to accomplish it. He rubbed the lad through. Getting him past the entire ordeal, and loved him with great kisses when it was done. Douglas fell on him, their wetness sloshing about like rough seas. The room emitted male sex. They stroked on Douglas Patrick, now a man, until he returned. Little Kevin sat still, stunned as well, at what had happened to his older brother. The lad pulled back and everyone wanted to see his big, new, throbbing manhood - he showed it proudly. It bobbed still. Yet, was visibly spent; purple and a bit violet for all its troubles. Father was up and stroking the kid with a clean cloth (and himself), still light-headed and soaring from being pounded by this little tank. Prior to entering this room, Father McKenzie saw Doug as a boy. A sexy boy, yet a boy nonetheless. Now, he was clearly a man. It was obvious. Not just because the man physically felt a void of that stiffness in his big rear, but because he'd just been taken! Sure, he'd been poked by a few boys before. Even one or two as young as Doug in the right circumstance. However, none of THOSE boys had done to this man what had just been done to him by one so young. He turned to Grandpa to ask the next logical question. If he dared to ask it. "Jim? You two brought me here to make me think this was young Doug's first time." He sneered with a quizzoid look on his face. "Liar?" Grandpa looked at Coach and they both burst into laughter. The young boys just watched as the adults bantered. Grandpa took Douglas Patrick by the shoulder. "Ya took this lil guy's cherry. Now, you two are forever bonded together." He looked at Doug with a very sincere face. "Doug, I was always taught in situations like this, it is best to put the needs of the younger before the needs of the elder.." he looked toward Father McKenzie. "You went twice now and Father still has a stiffy." Both boys lunged at the man, giggling, laughing outright. Playtime! "Kevin," Father McKenzie turned into his ecclesiastical self for a moment. "May I have a moment alone with Dougie for a moment, please?" Little Kevin cocked his head to the side and looked at his Grandpa and back at Father McKenzie. He trailed off to the other couch, obedient. Father's eyes then found Douglas Patrick again at his side. Suddenly, he was a boy again; bright gold hair and glowing blue eyes.. looking more like Kevin than the tank who just barreled over him. It shocked the man. He once again removed his glasses to mop sweat from his brow and to get a better, closer look at the lad. Doug's lips parted in a smile that was definitely more a darling angelic little boy than anything else. "Father, you look so different when you take those off. It's kind of like you are Superman or something.." They sat for a moment, lost in each others' eyes. Unmoving. Scanning each other. "Have you really never stuck your prong in any man before? Be honest, now. Lying to a man of the cloth is a great sin, young man." The big guy put on his best imposing clergical face. But it was too late for all that. The young lad only smiled more, his eyes glinting, cheeks blushing. He cuddled up close to the big man, comfortably - safely. "I promise. I swear." He made sure to look into the man's eyes. He even raised three fingers as a final truthsayer to the questioner. "Is it important??" He asked. The question hung there. Was it important? Why did this interaction fizzle in the big man's head so? He pinched the blushed cheek. He poked the freckled nose. He ran his hand over this kid's hair. His ginger cock was out-of-control. How would he release it? He felt a warm presence behind him. Little Kevin had returned. These boys were too much. He had wrapped his arms around the man's hulk-of-a-neck and around his shoulders. His warm breath on the man's neck and in his ear. What the fucking hell? Douglas Patrick had taken hold of the man's cock and was stroking on it right nice. Like a switch, the boy turned back into a man as his face approached and began kissing him... not even a kiss, straight up making out! The kid's mouth was now more expertly-able to focus somewhere else (other than his own cock) and he actually did know how to kiss. Someone had taught him that, obviously. The poor thing had been so utterly nervous earlier, he had been corn-shucked when Father had first laid his mouth on him. His lips worked over the big man's upper lip then down to his lower.. and parted them on his own. He knew exactly what he was doing! He tasted so wonderful. "Douglas Patrick McGregor, you little shite.." was all he could push out in a whisper. He felt duped. He loved it. This went on for a bit. The two boys just spread warm kisses all over Father McKenzie's upper body and he tried not to squirt. That was the basic forumula. He kept pushing Doug's hands away and he'd had years of practice in edging. He loved it. Until, enough was enough. His basic desire for the military structure went into play. His need for order and, basically; for control. "Little Kevy, down low, please." He pointed a big finger to the floor at his feet. He sent the boy scrambling to follow orders. "You, little guy.." he growled and grabbed Douglas Patrick in powerful hands, smacking him on his bulky rear, "replace your brother in back," he told him. Doug's arms could get considerably further around the wide man than Kevin. He could reach more square footage. This one was also more naturally sensual than his younger brother. Who, at eleven, couldn't yet know such things, he thought to himself. He also thought how it was a lightning rod to his spine right now to be wrapped in the arms of the manboy that had just impaled him so wonderfully. How utterly perverted, he thought to himself. But it also revved his motor. His tachometer was going the way of his eyebrows - all because of this thirteen-year-old kid. Did ANY of the kids - even the best studs of Scotland - live up to this little monster? Were they as big or as developed? It mattered not that he had no fuzz; that was coming any time now. By the time Father returned here next Summer, this boy would be FOURTEEN and fully a man. There would be no doubt. He would have his fuzz, they would probably be almost the same height, he'd be more overtly more muscular.. all of it. Unreal. But right now, he'd just been banged by a hairless, little stud and he fucking loved it. He reveled in the shame. Down low, Kevin naturally regressed, as he knew the boy would, to worshipping his huge legs and feet. He still wanted time 'alone' with Douglas Patrick. He thought, for a moment, that he had a crush. But he buried that thought. Or, he tried to. "Doug?" He turned his face to the boy. The lad stopped what he was doing and Father McKenzie smiled, knowing he had taken the boy out of his concentration. "Would you do some things for me?" Young Douglas Patrick was in his own world back there. The big lug's neck was keeping his gas tank full. It felt illegal or improper for him to be back there. Something about being so close to this animal in that location seemed forbidden. He riffed on the man's tiny ears. They were about the only thing small on him, it seemed. Doug had no idea how hypnotizing he was to the big, blanched beast in return. "Douglas Patrick," he barked, gently...... "are you listening?" "Yes, anything, Father.." He answered, politely. The two other men were sipping iced tea - phantoms in the room now. "Come round here, bubba.." he instructed the lad's hands and secured them over his breasts, his large hands over the boy's. "When I tell ya to, I want you to gently start bumping on these." Doug smiled big, knowingly. When Father released his hands, the boy swiped over the pink nubs and the big man swerved in his chair. "Douglas!" The boy giggled. The big man's big cock was almost unmoving at that point. He settled down and it was then the lad understood the man was attempting to call up a huge load and wanted his help in doing that. 'Don't screw it up', he thought to himself. Father McKenzie closed his eyes and settled himself. Doug made his best love to the man's impossibly thick neck and mountainous shoulder. The thick, pink, blanched hog leaked and fell to the side a bit. Father seemed to have entered a sacred space in his thought. Then, he placed a big hand on little Kevin's head and carressed him there.. gently scratched him on the head. Finding his little ears and down to his neck and arms. His other hand went back onto Doug's. He groaned; sighed. He raised a fat palm near to his face and spat a nice one onto it, squishing it around. Douglas Patrick's eyes flared open. From across the room, his Grandpa spoke one word to him. "Focus." The lad suppressed his own urges; his own throbbing stiffy caused by what Father McKenzie was doing right in front of him. This was HIS time. The man had given his body up to the boy. The least he could do would be to follow Grandpa's direction: focus and give the man the pleasure he so deserved in return. "See that, Douglas Patrick?" He shamelessly showed the boy the squishy, white surface that kept making that smacking sound that was turning him on badly. "How would you like that wrapped around your pud?" How many Scottish lads.. or fellow crewman.. had succumbed to that randy hand over the years? It was one of the things he did best and he knew it. That kind of release was not in the good book; so he took it upon himself to provide it to those in need. If ladies had a cock, he'd be happy to provide them handjobs in the confessional, also. Doug looked toward Grandpa who only smiled, knowing Father was unwittingly putting Doug through difficult paces by asking that question. Grandpa had earned those forearms on the ranch - and not by slingin' too much rope! Doug was coming to learn from him one of the wonderful ways of being loved: handjobs. Grandpa, too, was well skilled in that art and enjoyed practicing on his extra horny grandson. "I can wait, Father.." he told the man, ardently returning to the love he was making to man's neck and ears. Father McKenzie giggled. Doug glanced at his Grandpa who nodded approvingly. After all, the boy still was not complete in his training. It was good to see his could resist when required to do so. But the question had only exacerbated the whole thing. Doug wrapped his arms around the man and held him tightly. He held him LIKE a man. He was no longer following direction, he was off on his own tangent.. and it felt amazing to the big guy. "Doug," he told the lad, "you are really wanting to make this happen sooner than I plan, baby.." he stroked the boy with his free hand. Doug leaned over the couch, out-of-the-blue, to grab the man by the wrist. He spat down onto the surface and added his own chum then went back to his station. Father McKenzie, stunned, looked at the other two men who both put their respective hands in the air and smiled. Before it actually leaked onto the floor, he spread the stuff onto his pole, greasing it up. It stunk; spit, head cheese pre cum and sweat. After a couple of cranks, he let off, with a groan. His nubs were standing out stiff and Doug wasn't taking direction anymore. Father McKenzie could only restrict him - taking his hands away or whispering for him to pause. It became semi-tantric. They made out that way for some time. Then, Father rose from the couch, ordering new positions. "You; sit." Looking rather angrily at Doug. But it was an anger they both recognized. Everyone in the room recognized it.. except for little Kevin. Rather, Kevin knew what it was.. he just didn't have words for it yet. Behind the couch, Douglas Patrick just stood there. His eyes went back and forth from the man's eyes to his cock. Truly, this was the first time he'd seen the man just standing there, completely naked. Plus, the look on Father McKenzie's face was like something in Doug's spank bank. That anger or intensity.. he really did look out of sorts. He always looked so composed and put together otherwise. It looked unnatural; out-of-place; bizarre. Douglas felt his cock in his ears. He could NOT pull his eyes away. He kept scanning the man. He went brain dead and actually. His hearing really did stop. "Are you deaf, boy? Sit." He pointed a big finger at the couch, smiling. He mopped his brow and huffing in the heat. Father McKenize was a bit astonished at himself that his para-military Self was emerging under these conditions and ordering a little boy around. 'A little boy' he thought to himself. Or a little stud? Doug snapped out of it, emerging from behind the couch. His stiffy emerging just a little bit before he did; announcing him. "You.." the big man growled and slightly pushed the boy at the chest, playfully, landing him on his arse on the couch. Doug laughed. But he still did not really understand what the man wanted him there for exactly. His breathing was shallow and ragged. For a moment, he thought he was going to lose consciousness. He could only keep drinking in this man's body. For some reason, as the man stood there before him, the real size of his penis became clear. Father McKenzie was quite large. It was staring Doug right in the face - actually. The padded pelvic region - dusted in copper - mesmerised the lad. It was shaped in a V and folded on the thighs a bit and under his tummy. He was so utterly hot, sexy, thick, mannish. It all happened fast. Father McKenzie reached behind himself, into his fat crack, rising up a bit on one foot. That flexed his big leg muscles and caught Doug off guard. Before he knew, the big man turned and his pale moon was descending upon him. He watched as those strong, stocky fingers took hold of him, plugging him into the poke. He felt himself again slipping into that evil, tight chubby chute. The man sat down straight away. Douglas Patrick reached his arms around the breadth of the man and held him. It was all part of a dream. He reached further and felt the fuzzy hole once fucked by little Kevin. He felt the big man sigh at that. He heard it, too. Doug stuck his finger in there. Father McKenzie did not move at all. He froze. Then, he opened his hips and leaned forward, pushing himself backward toward Douglas, impaling himself to the hilt. "You can't fuck me now, can you, laddie?" He said, almost to no one. His hands on his knees, pressing backward. The lad held the bucksome rear end in his hands. He felt every part of it he could find. The pinkness of it was like fresh fruit. He spread his hands all over the massive back. He gripped the massive thighs bunched up that way. The guy was wrapped all around him, he felt. He felt his cock moving around on the inner walls - inside him. The big guy was now dripping in sweat. He reared up and sat straight. His cock drooling. "Kevin Aaron, I have a special job for you, buddy. Would you like to assist?" Father looked toward Grandpa who nodded. He placed Kevin's hands on his nubs. "Will you gently saw over these with your little paws for Father McKenzie?" He almost blew it as he said the twisted words. He'd given himself over now. This was the dark side. An eleven-year-old was playing with his nubs and about to make him squirt while a 13yo, his older brother, was currently plugged into his fat rear end, pulsating near his prostate. Oh, and their Grandfather (and the kid's football coach) watched on. He was going to hell. The lord would not forgive this kind of perversion. He knew that. Somehow, in his now-closed eyes, it only called-up the angelic face of the beautiful golden-haired lad who had just impregnated him. Maybe the little angel was his salvation in all this; somehow. He spat down once more and was about to bring it to his cock when Kevin stopped him, grabbing him by the burly forearm. "I wanna help, too," he pleaded, with smiling, helpful eyes. How could this boy of eleven know what he was thinking? The clash of conversation in his mind going on.. and this little one distracting him from it. Father McKenzie felt his cock deflate a little bit. He wanted to help with what?? This couldn't go any further down that road. He watched as the small lad took his hand in his two smaller ones and went to to spit on it. But he blew an untidy mess everywhere. Doug, a bit older, had learned to spit in school while his little brother had not. But it turned the big man on even more. He did not know why; he ceased caring. He grabbed a hold of himself and held it.. "Thank you, Kevin." He took a short moment to look into the lad's eyes. He did not know what he'd find there.. but this was an unusual situation and he was a free thinker, obviously. He let the moment pass. He closed his eyes again and the warm, spit-slicked surface closed around him once more. He held onto it. Pump one. Pump two.. pump three. So slow. Pump four.. that was all. The fifth was a full grab and pull. He yanked it in his broad, strong fist and yelp aloud. The semi-purple head was out the top of the fist and almost glowing brightly. His other hand moved Kevin away gently, his fingers too sensitive now. His eyes scrunched down in almost panic, jaw open. His lips opened into a blatant cry-for-help shape as he yowled. His head turned to the side. He moved his big hips around just once and it ignited the whole thing all over. Douglas grabbed him from the back, hugging on and trying to plug upward into him in any negative space. He yelped again and growled, rolling his head around. The big man rose from the couch, cock still in hand and turned. He looked down at the beautiful rod that was just within him. He was STILL shooting! Douglas Patrick looked up at the man, his eyes a daze. He pumped himself like some kind of little porn star sitting there. "Who are you, little unicorn beast.." he panted at the lad, "what are ya?" he drained himself watching Douglas Patrick's fist winding it up for the fence. He reached out a finger toward the lad and barely touched the lad's nub. Doug watched that finger approaching and the two events almost coincided: he reared up, shut his eyes and expelled jet after jet of male sperm onto himself as the big man fingered his pink, stiff nipples and finished himself with the other hand. Doug then yowled; cried out, going on and on. His pleading and murmuring was uninteligible except for once when he let slip.. "..love you.." His orgasm lasted astonishingly long. When it was done, Father hoisted him from the couch and embraced him the best he could. With that gut in the way, that was a bit tough. Yet, he held the boy, stroked him, kissed him. Doug was crying; a little like Kevin, but a bit different. He was not sobbing in an uncontrolled way and not understanding what had happened.. even though it had felt so good. Doug knew what happened and it scared him. It raced through his mind the day at the end of the Summer when this man would leave away for Scotland again. When the man who, right now, was in his arms, would not BE in his arms again. Yet, they embraced in silence, he kissed the boy's forehead, his shoulder, his hands, his lips, his chin. The boy only felt the whiskers sending blessed aftershocks all through his nervous system. He'd never felt anything like this. Not even with his Grandpa. Father McKenzie smelled so different. He smelled so utterly brutish.. erotic to Doug. As if 'man' was leaking right out of his pores. In this heat, his young senses were being overwhelmed. "Did you enjoy that, baby?" He took the lad's face in his hands, tilted his own face downward and ran his big thumbs over the angelic boy's cheeks. Douglas Patrick blushed, as he usually did. What could he say to that? He could not look away, the big man had him pinned. He wanted an answer. He kissed the boy's nose and giggled. "You little shite." He popped him on the nose again. "Half angel, half unicorn, half lephrechaun.." he shook his head. "Half Cowboy!" The lad broke off and went over for his Cowboy jersey. He slipped it over himself and went into the kitchen to get some real breakfest. The kid was hungry!