Date: Sun, 6 Nov 2011 20:13:59 +0100
From: El Greco <elgrecospain@hotmail.com>
Subject: Fr. Peter's Angels

This story contains scenes of sexual activity between minors and adults if
this offends you you should not read any further.It also contains reference
to religion and sex, again if this offends you do not read further.

The story is pure fantasy and the author does not advocate or indorse what
transpires. None of the characters are drawn from life and any resemblance
to any person living or dead is completely coincidental.

If you like the story tell me what you think at elgrecospain@hotmail.com if
this is published it will take my literary virginity.

Fr. Peter's Angels

By Reverend Young.

Fr. Paul did up the last buttons of his jet-black cassock at the neck and
looked at himself in the full length mirror in the sacristy of
St. Bartholomews Church. The expensive custom-made robe skimmed his lean,
sculpted body giving a hint of the gift that lay beneath. He hard earlier
completed his daily work out to hone his body, he knew his boys liked this
defined physique and he would do anything to please his boys. Six foot tall
he weighed in at a muscular 85kg. Blonde with green eyes, he had a boyish
face that belied his nearly 40 years.

No one in the congregation would ever guess, however, that underneath his
clerical robe he was naked, excepted for knee-high, leather riding boots, a
Rufskin jock/ brief that was scarlet and assless. Around the base of his
holy dick, which he ritually blessed each day, was a cock-ring studded with
tiny crosses. He loved to mix the sacred and profane. The sacred and
depraved.

On the tannoy he could hear his colleague, the Parish Priest, Fr. Xavier
intone the prayers of the mass. He was waiting for his cue to go out to the
pulpit and read notices about things that were happening in the parish in
the coming week and near future. He would not be publicising the big ritual
that was planned for the church that night, only a select few knew about
that. Each time he thought of what would be happening later a his cock
would swell and harden. It was hard to wait.

Fr. Paul loved that fact that he would be in the altar sanctuary almost
bollock naked under his cassock. He was something of an exhibitionist. He
knew the ladies of the parish all had eyes for their 'gorgeous' curate. He
went almost naked under his robes all the time and he would get his
erection as he left the sacristy. His stonker would not subside till he
left the altar. Who needed viagra?

Fr. Xavier caught him out once. He had been putting on his cassock, over
his near naked body, when the older priest walked in on him. That time he
was wearing black c-in2 briefs with a built-in cock ring. His profile was
astonishing. Fr. Paul thought there would be hell to pay, but instead the
older man told him to continue on. That had given Fr. Paul an even greater
rush. Fr. Xavier was heavy set but not fat. He had a line-backer build. He
face was still craggily handsome. A full head of silver close cropped hair
gave him the air of a retired marine. The discovery had been the beginning
of a mutually satisfying relationship.

That evening there had been a quiet knock at Fr. Paul's door in the parish
house.

'Sorry to disturb you Fr. Paul, I thought you might find this of interest.'
Fr. Xavier said, handing Fr. Paul a manilla envelope that seemed to contain
a brochure or magazine. 'If not you can return it too me and we will say no
more. Your little secret of how you like to robe for church will be safe
with me, if mine will be kept by you.' Fr, Xavier gave him a devilish
smile, a look he had not seen before but had countless times since.

The older man was incorrigible not to say insatiable in his lusts as
Fr. Paul would later discover.

Fr. Paul nodded.

'Would you like to come in?' Fr. Paul invited his superior.

'No, you look at what I have given you in private. If you don't give it
back to me I will take it we are on the same page.We can then discuss if
further, if not return it no questions, no answers.'

'Very good Fr.'

'Very good my son. May God bless you.' Fr Xavier left.

Fr. Paul had closed the door. Immediately he opened the envelope. Sure
enough it contained a magazine or booklet and what looked like a home-made
DVD.

'The Boys' Needs'

The booklet was called. Fr. Peter noted the use of the plural.

On the cover was a cartoon of a priest with exaggerated Tom of Finland type
physique. A huge cock protruding from his holy vestments. A group of boys
were kneeling in prayer before him their mouths open and tongues protruding
to catch drops of holy semen as if they were to receive communion.

Fr. Paul flicked the pages of the book, which contained cartoon strips of
boys servicing holy men in all sorts of situations. The artist left nothing
to the imagination and he must have been a filthy fucker Fr. Paul
thought. As he looked the pictures he could feel his cock grow. He could
only imagine what was on the DVD but he would save that till later. That
night he shoot four huge loads as he 'read' and 're-read' the book his
Parish Priest had delivered to him. Nothing had ever turned him on so much.

The next morning at breakfast.  He simply said to Fr. Xavier. 'I would be
grateful Fr. Xavier if I could have a loan of the material you gave me last
night for some time.'

'Of course my son.' Fr. Xavier said. 'Now will you said the grace?'

Fr. Paul's memory of Fr. Xavier's gift to him was broken when the door from
the street to the sacristy burst open. In rushed Nicholas, the
sacristan. In his thirties he was in his running gear and from the look of
him he had been out for a jog. The thin fabric of his singlet and shorts
clung to his his lithe frame and in parts was transparent. Nicholas was of
mediterranean extraction and his dark skin and hairiness was a source of
fascination for some of the altar boys and he was willing bait. He was
short, but well built and had seduction techniques that made Fr. Paul
marvel.

'Good morning Father.' He said as he stripped off his sweat-drenched
clothes. He stood in his jock.

Fr. Paul offered him a towel. There was no shower facilities in the old
church which dated from the turn of the 20th century.

'Good run?' Fr. Paul asked.

'Very.' replied Nicholas. 'Summer is certainly bringing out the boys in
less and less clothes. Fuck... sorry Fr., I thought I might have to go into
the park and jack off to relieve my hard-on.'

'Your sin is forgiven my son.' Fr. Paul said with a smile and with his eyes
firmly fixed on the pouch of the Sacristan's jock strap.'Well I see you did
not stop to wank.'

Nicholas thick, fat cock was stretching the pouch to almost breaking
point. His dark pubes were like a dense undergrowth. Boys loved it.

'Morning Fr. Paul... morning Nicholas,' a young boy's voice called as yet
unseen.

Nicholas toweled himself but made no attempt to cover himself or the
conceal his hard-on from the boy.

'Good morning Duncan' Fr. Paul said.'Are you serving my mass?' Unseen by
the boy, he gave Nicholas a wink.

'Sure am.' the boy said pulling on a navy blue soutane and reaching for a
white lacy surplus.

Duncan was still relatively new to the corps of altar boys that served mass
and other ceremonies at the church. There had been no attempt at seduction.

'It is kind of hot to today Duncan, if you like you can strip off and just
wear your briefs under the soutane, sure no one will know but me.' Fr. Paul
was not sure how the boy would react.

'And Nicholas,' Duncan prostested.

Nicholas had now discarded the jock and was making a meal of drying off his
body with the towel al the while watching the boy's reaction.

'Well as you can see, Nicholas is proud of his body and will not worry if
you are just wearing your briefs under your robes.'

Although Fr. Paul appeared not to be listening to the tannoy at all he
suddenly heard his cue to go to the sanctuary and read the notices.

'Ooops almost late. I have to do the notices.' he scampered from the
sacristy in the direction of the altar.

Nichoas watched as Duncan did the priest's bidding and began stripping to
his underwear. The boys were always so obedient. He left his sneakers and
socks on.

God, he looked beautiful. A golden glow of light tan shone from what would
otherwise be his pearly pale flesh. At ten he was lean as a greyhound with
no body fat. His brown hair, tantalisingly high-lighted by the sun, was cut
in wavy bangs about his face. He was not a feminine looking boy, but to a
boy-lover was stunningly beautiful.

'What are you looking at?' Duncan asked.

Nicholas realised he must be been staring, drooling almost.

'Your briefs.' Nicholas responded quickly, he was used to seducing
boys. 'What's the cartoon on them?'

'Oh that?'  Ducan spread his legs and stuck his crotch out
unselfconsciously. 'It's Ben Ten, he is kid superhero. I had to nearly
bribe my mom to buy them for me. She did not see what wrong with ordinary
ones.'

'They are so cool.'  Nicholas said. 'Can I look closer?'

'Sure.' The boy stuck his hips out innocently to afford a better view.

Nicholas squatted to his hunkers till he was eye-level with the boys
crotch. Imagine, he thought, underneath the thin fabric was boy cock and
balls. Bald, hairless, silky.Nicholas's favourite. A new boy always turned
him on.The fabric appeared to stir.

'You getting a little hard down there Duncan?'

The boy flushed red with a embarrassment.

Nicholas blew on the boys briefs realising the sensation of his breath
would stimulate the boy further. He blew again this time on the boy's
thighs, the fluttering sensation would arouse him all the more.

'It's only natural Duncan.' Nichols reassured. 'Look at mine.'

The boy looked down to see Nicholas's engorged man tool between his
squatting thighs. The man put his finger around his heavy veiny cock, the
head shone from its tautness.

The door from the church opened and Fr. Paul bustled back into the
sacristy. Nicholas did not move.

'Fr. I was just explaining to young Duncan here that it is OK to get hard
now and again. Isn't that so?'

Fr. Paul looked at the Nicholas naked and squatting before the Duncan's
crotch. He was instantly aroused by the scene.

'Nicholas is right Duncan. But if you want to ask any questions about that
you should talk to me or Fr. Xavier. We will explain to you the holy
mystery of man and sex. Sex is the holiest thing. Nicolas here can
sometimes get things a bit twisted.' He grinned at Nicholas, but Duncan
would not know what the grin meant.

'Thanks Fr. Paul.' Duncan said.

Nicholas was gently rubbing the pouch of the boy's briefs with the flat
palm of his hand. The pressure was barely there but it was enough to
stimulate the boy. He was obviously enjoying the sensation because he did
not move or object. Fr. Paul looked on. His own cock was not rock hard and
he could feel the exquisite tightness of his cross embellished cock ring at
its base.

'Blessed be my holy penis.' He murmured to himself. 'Blessed be my sacred
semen.'

'Do you like what Nicholas is doing?' Fr. Paul asked he boy, clearing his
throat.

Duncan nodded his face suffused with arousal.

Nicholas applied more pressed and was now tracing with his index finger
under the fabric the shape of the boys dick and balls. It was clear the boy
was now hard.

Fr. Paul approached the pair and undid the buttons of his cassock at crotch
level and drew the black fabric apart to reveal the full-to-busting pouch
of his scarlet jock/briefs.

'Would you like to touch me the way Nicholas is touching you Duncan?'
Fr. Paul asked, his breathing laboured.

The boy said little, but his state of arousal was enough to confirm the
desire. Fr. Paul took the boy's hand and laid it on the pouch of his
priestly briefs. His holy ordained dick was being felt by the boy's little
hand.

'Feel it Duncan.' He commanded the boy with a new urgency in his voice.

Duncan did as he was told. Fr. Paul felt he could shoot by the sight of
this new boy's hand on his fabric covered cock. Every time he depraved a
new boy he came close to ejaculating prematurely.

Looking down Fr. Paul could see Nicholas as he licked, kissed and sucked on
Duncan's lovely still pink nipples. Duncan moaned his pleasure. He was
helpless to the Nicolas's ministrations.

Nicholas stood and held his leaking dick to the boy's face.

'Say after me Duncan ... ' Father Paul said gently.'Hail the holy cock full
of sperm, blessed be the salty seed of men.Make me worthy to receive it.'

The boy recited the obscene prayer. Fr. Paul looked forward to instructing
him in even a more depraved liturgy.

'Now kiss he head of Nicholas's holy cock, Duncan. ' Fr. Paul said with
more command.  The boy did as he was bid and the glistening pearly pre-cum
coated his lips. He looked delicious.

The door to the sacristy opened and Fr. Xavier entered. Mass over. He was
accompanied by two altar boys. Fr. Xavier winked at them.

'I see we have another member of our little angel club boys.'

The boys giggled. One of them was Ducan's twin brother James the other was
Brian who Fr. Xavier said was the best cock sucker he had ever met.

Fr. Paul could not help himself he shuddered to a climax the man cream
oozing through the fabric of his briefs, causing a spreading stain. Gobs of
priest cum coated the red fabric.

Nicholas scooped it up and tasted it himself.

'Mmmmmmm there is nothing like perv priest cum. Anyone else want a taste?'
He held up his finger coated in Fr. Paul's juice.

Xavier, Brian and James looked at him hungrily.

'I think our new angel should have it.' Fr Xavier said. 'Feed it to him.'

Nicholas obliged.

'Now Nicholas is everything organised for tonight?' Fr. Xavier asked,
businesslike..

'Yes Fr. It is. There will be three visiting priests and they are bring at
least two boys each. There are three on-line guys coming too and one or two
of the boys' dads. Everything kicks off at 8.30 after the evening mass is
complete. You need me to give about 30 minutes to get the church ready.'

'Are we going to video it all?'

'Yes, I have got a guy, ultra discreet, to do that.'

'Good, now like a good man will you get dressed and you Fr. Paul get ready
for mass. The cleaning ladies will be in and we do not want to frighten
them...

To be continued.