Date: Wed, 9 Nov 2011 18:46:21 +0100
From: El Greco <elgrecospain@hotmail.com>
Subject: Fr. Peter's Angels 2

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

Fr. Paul slipped off his cassock and pulled on his alb and the stole and
chasubel, robing to say mass. He was naked except for his cum stained
briefs under the vestments.

Nicholas helped the still flustered and flushed Duncan into his altar boy
robes. A soutane of navy blue and a white surplus with a deep border of
lace. He tousled the boy's hair.

'You OK Duncan?'

The boy nodded.

Nicholas drew him into a hug and then lifting the boys face kissed him on
the lips. Nicholas had not shot a load and his cock was still like steel.

'You're a good boy Duncan.'

His brother James came over.

'It's cool Duncan and Dad says it's OK, I bet he will bring you to the
ceremony tonight.' James said putting his arm around his little brother's
shoulder there was barely a year between them.

'OK Duncan let's get the show on the road.' Fr. Paul said checking himself
in the full length mirror.

The two headed from the sacristy to the church.

During the mass the images of what had happened in the sacristy flooded
Fr. Paul's mind. The pre-cum coating Duncan's generous boy lips. Nicolas
feeding him priest sperm. Whenever Fr. Paul came with a new boy his orgasm
was always more intense. As the mass progressed his cock grew harder and
harder. The images of man boy sex could not be dispelled at times he was
afraid he would say the obscene versions of the prayers that had been
written by Fr. Xavier.

He noticed a tremble in the little boy's hand as he went about his
tasks. When their eyes would meet Fr. Paul would smile at Duncan and boy
smiled back. He was just perfect. Fr. Paul was also turned on by the sight
of Duncan's dad in the front pew. The father was a hardcore boy lover and
it turned the Priest on to me with married men who were feasting on boys
they had created.

The mass ended and Fr. Paul went to greet the congregation as they left the
church. He really wanted to chat a bit with Duncan's dad.

'Good morning Fr.' David McCloud, Duncan's dad, said extending his
hand. 'Will I be seeing more of you this evening?' Duncan's dad winked. The
priest had some kinky gear that he wore at the ceremonial evenings the
kinkier and darker the better for David McCloud.

'You will indeed Mr. McCloud.' Fr. Paul replied gripping McClouds hand in
both of his.'I have to say Duncan is a lovely boy, a credit to you. He made
the grade this morning and has joined the Angels.'

'Wow... that was quick. But you are not one to waste time are you father. I
hope he behaved well.By the way I wondering if his grandad, my dad, could
come this evening? He will be fully supportive.'

'I didn't know your father lived in these parts.' Fr. Paul said.

'He is visiting from out of State. I haven't told him about the event but I
know he would love it. But there is no harm if he cannot come. I will
understand.'

'No that would be fine. We should push the boundaries on generational
difference.' Fr. Paul hoped Fr. Xavier would agree. 'After all Fr. Peter
our founder was a lot older when he founded the Angels. We hope to have him
as a guest of honour at some event soon, but he cannot get here this
evening.'

'That is a pity. But great that my dad can come.'

'Were you and he close as you grew up?' Fr. Paul asked.

'As close as a dad and son could be. We still are and he has a great
interest in books and film and has a huge collection. He studied for the
priesthood before he got married so he is in touch with ritual and
ceremony, he will fit in perfectly.'

A car horn beeped from the street.

'That's him.' David McCloud said.

Fr. Paul looked at the car that honked. A man of about 65 was at the
wheel. He had the air of a chief executive and was dressed in a suit,
collar and tie.

'Would you like to meet him?'

'We will leave it till tonight.' Fr. Paul said.

'OK see you around 9 pm or so.' David ran towards the car.

Fr. Paul went back into the empty church.

Nicholas was tidying things after the last of the morning masses.

'Who is this guy who is going to video tonight's ceremony?' Fr Paul asked
him.

'A buddy of mine. Totally safe. You need have no worries there.I told him
he cannot join in he is there to record the event, he can hook up a live
stream to other pervs if you want it.'  Nicholas smiled. 'Duncan is one
beauty isn't he?'

'Perfect. I could barely concentrate on the mass this morning watching
him.' The priest lifted his robe and showed that his cum stained briefs
were having difficult containing his hard dick.  'You saving yourself for
tonight?'

'How do you mean?'

'You did not blow a wad with Duncan.'

Not with Duncan but I did with Fr. Xavier and young Brian while you were
saying mass.

Fr. Paul should have known that when left the sacristy the two pervs Xavier
and Nicholas would get there hands and cocks on both or one of the boys.

'Only Brian, what about James?'

'He had football practice and you know that coach is one of the biggest
pervs around so I suspect he wanted to be at session with the coach and
whole soccer team. Brian doesn't do sports so he was happy to let
Fr. Xavier and I play with him. He can't get enough of man cock. His father
doesn't do anything so his only outlet is here and the church. Poor kid.'

'So what happened?'

'Can we go to the confessional?' Nicholas asked.

'Sure.'

Fr. Paul opened the priest's section of the confessional and Nicholas went
and kneeled as confessing penitent.

'Bless me Fr. Paul but I have sinned. And I loved every second of it and am
not sorry.'

'Tell me my son.'

'Well after you left the sacristy, I was still naked, hard and dripping. I
did not want to get dressed and needed to shed my load and wanted some more
boy flesh. James Burton left so that meant that only little Brian Mulligan
was available. Fr. Xavier understood my need and said he had some urges
himself.'

'What age is Brian now?'

'Eight I think. Great kid. Irish extraction. Very devout boy. That red
hair, those dark blue eyes. The pale flesh.'

'Continue my son.'

'Well Fr.  As the boy was changing his clothes I came up behind him. He was
wearing those real short, shorts he wears in summer. I ran my hands along
his legs. Feeling his calves and upwards toward his thighs. Fr. Xavier came
and stood in front of the boy and together we helped him out of his street
clothes. We got him down to his briefs the way I like them. Little baby
blue ones. Kind of like aussie bum briefs... they really hugged the boy's
lovely buttock. He has lovely buttocks. Don't you think father.'

'Lovely I agree my son.'

Nicholas knew his confessor was jacking. Through the grill of the
confessional he could see that the priest had hitched up his vestments and
has had exposed his cock from but without taking off his briefs. He could
see the sliver crosses glint on the priestly cock ring. Nicholas loved
pervs as much as he loved boys.

'Fr. Xavier offered the boy his cock.' Nicholas continued. 'The boy opened
his mouth wide to accommodate the glorious perv knob. Have you ever noticed
Fr.  That Fr. Xavier never leaks precum?'

'I have indeed maybe it is an age thing, but when he shoots he blows a wad
that is wondrous to behold. Blessed be the holy seed of Fr. Xavier, blessed
be his cock, his bollox and his perverted sexuality.' Fr. Paul said.

'Amen.' Nicholas agreed. 'As the boy tried to accommodate Fr. Xavier's
sacred cock head I massaged the boy's back, legs and butt.'

'To relax him my son... to make him ready for your holy purpose?' Fr. Paul
was clearly enjoying the enfolding scene if there was one thing that turned
him on more than sharing a boy with another boy lover. It was hearing what
other men did or wanted to do.

"Exactly Fr. as I massaged him he took more and more of Fr. Xavier's
stave.'

'Did Fr. Xavier pray?'

'He did father throughout he seems to be working all the time on making the
liturgy more obscene.... he has a talent for it.'

'Continue.' was all his confessor could say. The priest was edging. Taking
himself to near explosive orgasm and then letting it ebb to increase the
intensity of what would eventually happen when he would come. It was a
technique that Nicholas had taught Fr. Paul. Fr. Paul had tended to
premature ejaculation when he first started.

'I lowered the boy's briefs and parted his lovely cheeks.'

'Was his pucker glorious?'

'Glorious as a vision of heaven itself.' Nicholas said.

'I lowered myself and licked it, kissed it. I wanted to eat it Father.'

'You were very sinful.'

'I was father thank God... I was very sinful.'

'Did you touch it with your fingers?'

'I did. Fr. Xavier held the cheeks apart and gave me great access. After I
made it slick and wet with spit I inserted my finger into the tightest
hole. It was blessedly wonderful father.'

'Did the boy resist?'

'No Fr. He is well trained. Then Fr. Xavier took hold of my cock and guided
it toward the boy's sphincter. He blessed my tool and then guided it into
the boy. Miraculosly he yielded. The boy was impaled on my dick and that of
Fr. Xavier.'

'Isn't that what they call being spit roasted?'

'Yes father it is.'

'And did you breed the boy?'

Nicholas paused.

'Did you?' Fr. Paul asked again.

'Can you forgive me father if I did?' Nicholas said.

'I could not forgive you if you did not.'

'I did father. I seeded his boy cunt with my sacred jism. I know my sperm
is not like yours, ordained by holy orders, but all sperm is sacred.'

'It is... it is...'

There was the unmistakeable sound of Fr. Paul cumming for the second time
that day...


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To be continued.