Date: Mon, 9 Jan 2012 13:03:55 +0100 From: El Greco Subject: Fr. Peter's Angels part 7 Fr. Peter's Angels Part 7 This story contains scenes of sex between adults and minors if this offends you do not read any further. It also contains religious references again if this is likely to offend you do not read any further. The author does not condone or endorse any of the activity described; the story is purely for erotic entertainment. Your comments and ideas are welcome part 6 and 7 contain ideas submitted by reader. *** Unknown to all the priest, dads and boys Steve, the cameraman was not the only pair of eyes watching them. An ex-altar boy, he had taken part in many a church ceremony to celebrate the holy cock and cum. He was watching through a high window. Stuart was on his way home when he noticed all the cars outside the church, yet the church seemed closed and shuttered. `They are having one of their boy fuck sessions.' He said to himself. Fit from his gym workouts he shinnied up one of the drain pipes and up on to the roof. It was no bother. He knew the layout of the church well and there were clear windows that circled the dome above the high altar. He had started watching just as the first child was offered by Fr. Paul on the high altar and he had been hard ever since. He really wanted to join in, but had been a bit of a bad boy. Fr. Paul had expelled him from the altar boys and barred him from ever taking part. Stuart knew of course, that once he had passed puberty he had out lived his usefulness. Stuart thought the cameraman was kind of cute and he had never lost his desire of Fr. Paul or Fr. Xavier. Fr. Paul had seduced him a few days after he, the priest, took up his duties in the parish. Stuart had loved every minute of it and used to bunk of school for wild sex sessions with Fr. Paul. Later Fr. Xavier had him too and he was handed round to a number of perv priests. He reckoned they might like his nice, ripped physique and his tan from his holiday in Spain. He remembered a hot night in Madrid in a leather bar called `The Cage' where priest in a leather cassock had fucked him senseless. It had brought back memories of fathers Paul and Xavier. He could not believe his eyes when the priest had walked into the leather bar in his full priest robes except that the cassock was made of fine glove leather. The priest had a rosary as a cock ring. Stuart had been one of many who lined up for the priest's cock that night. Stuart was horny; he decided he had to get into the church before the ceremony was over, but how? Inside the church Nicholas noticed how Steve, the cameraman had been continually rubbing his dick as he filmed. In his mid twenties, Steve was about 5' 6'' and looked boyish. Nicholas reckoned he would only need to shave every third day. He wore a slim-fitting denim shirt, matching tight jean and black biker boots. The shirt was open to the waist and from time to time Steve would tug on his nipples. At times the camera would be shaking. Nicholas walked over to him and began kneading the cameraman's cock through the denim. Steve did not protest but pressed his crotch into the horny sacristan's hand. When Nicholas hired him, Steve told Nicholas he was straight, had no interest in young but did not judge. He showed Nicholas a photograph of his pretty girlfriend and confirmed that the fucked regularly. Clearly the unbridled man/boy sex that was unfolding all around Steve was turning him on. Nicholas was an expert at working cock. Emboldened by the lack of protest, he unbuckled the thick black leather belt on Steve's jeans, popped opened the buttons to discover the fucker went commando. Nicholas liked some briefs and stuff himself but the sight of Steve's crotch naked under the dark blue denim was hot. Steve looked down at Nicholas and smiled. Fr. Paul, ever-watchful, hovered close by. Nicholas nodded to him. Paul and Nicholas were a great team always in tune with each other's desires. Nicholas pulled Steve's jeans down to his knees. His thin, sturdy and beautifully veined tool sprang forward. He had strong sturdy well defined thighs and getting the jeans over his tight bubble butt was a bit of a struggle, but Steve did not resist. He had a cock that was made for a boy to suck or take in his hold, not too big. Fr. Paul had known what the nod from Nicholas meant. He went and found Eamon, the best boy cock sucker of the bunch; he now had him behind Steve, so that Steve could not see him. Nicholas went down on Steve's cock and Steve closed his eyes. Fr. Paul took his camera and began filming Steve's first male cock suck. Like a magician swiftly Nicholas replaced his mouth with Eamon's and suddenly Steve was on all the screens having his cock sucked by the boy. Eamon first savoured the beautifully formed cock head. Circling it with his tongue and lips. His little boy tongue flicking at Steve's piss slit tasted some delicious hetero pre-cum. Steve thought he was still being serviced by Nicholas but looked down to see the boy on his dick he hesitated. Fr. Xavier came over and removed his shirt. Two other boys came over and started licking Steve's nipples while Adam, holding a very small boy, parting the boy's ass cheeks presented Steve with his first boy ass to rim. Steve abandoned himself into the boy lust. Nicholas had achieved his goal. Fr. Peter stood over the orgiastic scene. `We have a new convert to our cause.' He boomed and blessed the unholy couplings. Steve was lost in sex. `Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.' He cried out as he gave his first load to boy mouth. All present whooped and hollered. `Where are my angels?' Father Peter boomed and lay down and red velvet mattress that has been placed on the steps leading to the top altar. He removed his loin cloth and was bollock naked and what a magnificent bollox he had. The three seminarians stood behind him in a kind of guard of honour, all the while jacking their impressive young-men dicks. The fathers all told their sons to go to Fr. Peter and soon he was swamped with boy flesh of every age up to about ten. The contrast of his immense masculinity to the boys' puerility was so fucking sexy. David McCloud's father, Douglas, bent over. `Claim my ass son.' David entered his father's cunt easily and began to fuck him raw as they watched the tableau of Fr. Peter and his angels unfold. It wasn't long before David seeded his father's hole. The huge priest was kissing and fondling the boys. Licking a cocklet here and munching on boy but there. His huge dick was leaking pre-cum it was too big for any of the boys to service beyond lapping at the head for his essence. Many of them obliged. Steve, still naked, was back filming. Stuart having scaled down from the roof, cased the building, he reckoned there had to be a way in. But everything was locked. Security would be all important. Just as he was about to give up, he noticed the sacristy door at the back of the church open slightly, he sprinted to it. The door opened out. He yanked it open. Fr. Xavier had taken a break to have a crafty cigarette, he tried to pull the door closed, but was no match for Stuart's superior strength. `You should not be here Stuart.' Fr. Xavier said. `Fr. Paul barred you.' `Well if you don't want the whole parish to hear about your little party you better let me in.' Stuart took off his t-shirt; he knew the older priest would like what he saw, even if his interest lay in much younger than Stuart. `My... you must have been working out... `Xavier said. Stuart shucked off his trainers and slipped off his jeans. Now he was clad only in his navy Aussie bum show-it-all briefs. He knew they showed his ass and cock to perfection. He flexed his muscles for Fr. Xavier. The door from the church to sacristy burst open. It was Fr. Paul. Paul was suspicious when he had seen Xavier leave the sanctuary, he knew of his Parish priest's nicotine addiction and was fearful that he would go outside and security would be breached. Stuart's eyes met Fr. Paul's. `Hi Fr. Long time no see.' Fr. Xavier was on his knees before Stuart and had begun to lick his cock through the pouch of his briefs. `You are looking good Stuart.' Fr. Paul said. The priest was so sexed up he knew that he could have young Stuart and it would satisfy him just like boy flesh. `Thanks Fr. Must say I like the new uniform.' Stuart's eyes looked at the handsome blonde, fit curate. His cock encase in supple back leather embossed with a crucifix. He body taut and lean was just oozed sex from every pore. Fr. Paul moved to Stuart and frenched him. `Come with us to the High Altar.' Fr. Paul ordered. The two priests flanked Stuart and led him to main sanctuary. Fr. Peter naked was before the altar facing the congregation as if about to say mass. Steve and one of the seminarian's, Adam, were standing together at one end of the altar. Fr. Peter moved to them he held a thurible from which incense scented smoke flowed. Ritually, he wafted the incense at Adam and Steve. All eyes were on the baptismal font, which was on the altar to one side. Nicholas held a young boy dressed in lace christening robes. When Fr. Paul entered the sanctuary with Stuart and Fr. Xavier he went to the font. He baptised the boy with the cum loads that had been accumulated in the font over the evening. All spare loads were shot in there. Then he took the child from Nicholas and laid it on the main altar. Bit by bit Fr. Peter removed the child's clothes till it was naked. Nicholas took up filming duty. `Adam.' Fr. Peter commanded. `You go first.' Adam bent down and expertly rimmed the child's hole making it open. Then he fingered it. Taking one of Steve's fingers Adam inserted it too so that both men's fingers were in the boy at the same time. The finger fucked him gently rhythmically stretching the boy hole. There was no limit to Adam's depravity. `Adam deliver.' Fr. Peter ordered. The perverted, young, handsome seminarian took the child and slowly lowered him on to his dick. It was beautiful to hold. He held the child as he moved him up on down on his own soon to be ordained dick. `Now Steve.' Fr. Peter urged. Steve shook his head, in disbelief rather than reluctance. His cock had never been so hard. He had never felt so turned on. But, would the child take two cocks however well suited they were? `With the lord all things are possible.' Fr. Peter coaxed. Steve positioned himself. The men all watched Steve's cock slipped into the newly baptised cherub alongside Adams. Steve felt Adam's hardness alongside his in the tight warm boy cunt. He thought he would pass out from his delirium. The two men fucked the boy together. Fr. Paul, Fr. Xavier and Fr. Peter as a trinity knelt beside the other fucking trinity and prayed obscene words that the men's wholly seed would feel the newly baptised child. Stuart watched some he knew he would be centre-staged before long and he could not wait. More to cum...