Date: Tue, 12 Sep 2006 06:35:25 -0400 From: Steve Subject: Knelt Before My Cock Please email me with your experiences, thoughts and ideas and I promise to rise up to the occasion and respond hard and tall. Grandfathers over 65 years are always a special treat. Knelt Before My Cock Momma always said I was a handsome boy, the whole family did. Sometimes I would even hear them say I was beautiful. I liked that it made me feel good and very warm inside. Maybe that is why I liked to be nude in front of others from as early an age as I can remember. Momma did not mind she said I was so cute and the family said that looking at my body gave them a special feeling. A hard on and being naked just seemed to go hand in hand, no pun intended. My cock was always hard but at some point during my nude prancing I knew that the looks I got were more than passing admiration. There was something much deeper in those looks, a desire to be close to me in some very private special way that I did not really understand. But I could recognize in their eyes and the way their eyes followed me around a room that they were particularly interested in my cock. It gave me such a thrill when they looked with such hunger at my cock which just seemed to make it get harder and harder until I just had to touch it. That made them watch me even more intently but with an almost desperate need. To this day just as back then I like to walk around nude and have people watch me as I tickle my dick. I learned early that my cock was not only a source of interest but power as well. Maybe that is why I always was more than willing to strip off my clothes and strut my hard cock. Sure there were a few sleep overs and camping trips to give me that opportunity but not nearly enough. When I was in the eighth grade and just turned 12 years old I was finally eligible to join the swim team of St. Mary's where I was going to grade school. I knew how to swim and this was my opportunity to give my dick some water and more importantly air to breathe. Father Michael was in charge of the swim team but I had very little contact with him up to that point. My parents had signed and I had turned in all the required papers to join the team but had heard nothing. Usually the only time I ever saw Father Michael was at report card time when he would come to our classroom, call out our name and we would get up and go get our report card from him in the front of the class. It was always a little scary because we all sensed even the nuns the authority he held. The worst part about going to get that God Damn report card was that he would sometimes make a comment about it. I remember he once said to me as I got my report cart "Why can't you spell William." That was the time I got a "D" in spelling and his comment doesn't seem so bad now when I think about it but back then I thought I was going to die. So you could imagine how scary it was when Father Michael just walked into our classroom and told Sister Mary Charles that he had an announcement to make. He told the class that all boys trying out for the swim team had to come to his office directly after school so that Dr. Pollard could give them a physical. You would have thought that this would have perked me up since you had to take your clothes off to get a physical but Father had scared me so much that it felt like my balls shrank to nothing and crawled up inside me. Father Michael's office was in the priests' rectory and when we arrived they had all eight of us go to the parlor and take off all our clothes except our socks and underwear. As I felt my own pants sliding from my hips and down my legs I could feel my cock harden and rise. The harder it got the more sure I felt about myself and the less scared I was. I noticed a couple of the guys were looking at the tent my cock was making in my shorts and I liked that a real lot. It made me excited so I reached inside my shorts and touched myself. Then I just pulled my shorts down so that they bunched up under my balls and I could slide my fingers up and down my cock. I hardly got started when Father Michael opened the door and called for the first boy to come to his office. When he opened the door, he first stared straight into my eyes and then down at my hard cock but said nothing to me. One by one we got called in until there was only Ronnie and me left to be examined. Once again Father Michael opened the parlor door but this time I heard my name being called. I had a nice hard on from the time I first walked in Father Michael's office. Dr. Pollard went through the routine but he seemed like he was mad at me. I think it was because of my hard on since he never even asked me to take off my shorts. Some physical! When the other boys had finished their physical, they each returned to the parlor, got dressed and were on their way. After Dr. Pollard was finished, Father Michael asked me to wait in his secretary's office so he could talk to me. As Father Michael said that I ended up looking at Dr. Pollard because his movement was so abrupt when he turned to stare at Father Michael. As soon as I got in the other office, I could hear Father and the Doctor talking to Ronnie Kaplan. The secretary had one of those round stool type chairs that you could twirl around to make it higher or lower. It just popped into my head what fun it would be to twirl on that chair particularly with my shorts off so I could feel the air on my cock and balls. That is the way Father Michael found me when he opened the door to the secretary's office. For a priest that is known to be quick and witty with his words, he just stood there not saying a word with his eyes locked on my cock. He seemed to be stunned finding me like that. I thought to myself how am I going to bring him back to earth when I thought to ask him "Gee Father did I flunk the physical that you wanted to talk to me. You got me scared." What utter bullshit I was feeding him, there was not the slightest question in my mind that I had some medical problem. But my question seemed to have the desired effect of bringing him out of his reverie as he said to me "No, no. Billy you're in great shape absolutely tip top." I slid my index finger up and down the underside of my cock and said to it "See there big boy, you had nothing to worry about." His eyes were locked again on my cock. Then he said to me "No Billy, I just thought we should get to know each other a bit if you are going to be on the team and all. I also wanted to get a better look as your muscle groups to see if you had a swimmer's body. "Here let me show you Father" I said as I slid from the chair and started to parade my hard dick around that office. I went real close to him and did a few exercises like touching my toes making sure that my head accidentally brushed against his groin as I bent forward. Then when I turned around to show him my back end I stooped forward to grab each cheek of my ass so that he would have a good view of my little rosebud asshole but purposely brushed directly against his hard cock. It just seemed like he couldn't stop his hands from reaching out for me. His hands stopped just short of touching me and began to quiver like his whole body was about to break. I said to him "Would you like some other poses Father, I don't mind." He said in a very tight voice "No Billy. I think it's time for you to go home." Then I stepped right in front of him so close that he almost jumped and asked "But will I get on the swim team Father." And after a beat or two "Do you want me Father... I mean on the swim team." He said "You're on the team Billy. Just go, just go." From then on any time we practiced I could feel Father Michael's eyes on me but if I turned and saw him he would turn away with a guilty look and pretend like he had not been staring at me. If I looked back a few minutes later, he would again be staring at me. I enjoyed going to the swimming pool. I always got there real early because the changing room was for boys and men alike. I was tired of showing my cock to my school mates, I was more interested in the hairy older guys that would sometime give me that look. A few of them would say to me "You should not be walking around with a hard on like that kid. It could get you in trouble." But there were always a few other guys that would just smile at me when someone would say that, a few would even touch themselves between their legs when they would smile. The pool was reserved for the swim team from 3:30 to 5:00 p.m. I ran to the pool as soon as school was over so I could be with the men for a while before Father Michael and my swim team mates would arrive. Either way my cock had two hours of exercise on those days because it was always stiff. It was still fun to strip down quickly when I got in the changing room but I took forever to get my swim suit on and when it was time to leave I made sure my under pants were the last thing I put on. I dried every part of my body several times so my cock would swing around and everyone could see how stiff it was before I would even put my socks on. All the other boys put their pants on first, they would kid me and call me "Billy No Pants" because mine always went on last. Father was usually always with us when we were changing because he said he had to make sure that we were all out of there by 5:00 p.m. He would always sit on a bench in the middle of us but always closest to me. I was always the last one ready to leave. I remember one time another boy and I were sitting on the floor of the shower with the warm water running down on us as we were touching each other between our legs when in walked the good Father. He told us to get a move on but my move on was as always at a snail's pace. The other boy dressed quickly and just Father and I were left in the changing room. I was doing my normal hard cock routine when I slipped my underpants through my feet and pulled them up so they caught under my balls. I said to him "These pants won't fit Father, I got this really big problem. Can you help me with it?" He said "Come on Billy stop acting silly." But when he went to pull up my shorts his hand brushed against my cock. "Boy that felt good Father. Come on, touch me some more." I said to him. I was standing in front of him and at first he only rubbed the back side of his fingers on my cock before taking it in his fist and began jacking me off. I was saying something like "Yeah, that's the way to do it. It feels great." By a sort of inner instinct I put both my hands on the back of his head and pulled his mouth to my cock. Once he started sucking me there was no way I could have stopped him. That is if I wanted to stop him which I sure as fuck did not. "That's it Father, work your tongue on my cock I am about to shoot. Suck me good if you want it." That was the first time I ever came in another person's mouth and Father Michael seemed to really like the creamy taste of my cum. We hardly finished when he started in on me "When can we be together like that again Billy? I love your cock. I want to eat it all the time." I said to him "That was really fucking great, I liked it too Father. How did you do your tongue like that it felt so slick and good on my dick. I have to go home now but don't worry I'll let you suck me again." He was still nursing on my dick as I pushed his mouth from my cock and reached for my street pants. I liked to have my cock sucked and it gave me great pleasure to feel the power my sexuality afforded me. I would go to Father's office sometime on a weekend and let him do me. I would walk in and he would start to talk to me but I would ignore his words unbuckle my pants and let them slide to the floor. I would say really filthy things to him and the dirtier I got the more it seemed to turn him on. I like dirty talk but soon tired of just saying things myself so I would work him up into such a state of sexually frenzy that he would say almost anything. I remember getting him once to say that my fucking cock was his God and he was kneeling before me to worship it and another time he said that he would clean my ass with his tongue after I took a shit. He said all sorts of crazy stuff. When I would go over to his office I would make him strip down and sit and watch me. I would do a slow strip and then stand within inches of his face playing with my cock and rubbing the pre cum over its head so it would shine. When I knew he was ready to lose control I would begin to touch his cock by brushing the underside of his cock with my little finger. One tiny little brush of only my little finger and his cum would be shooting everywhere. I remember once when I had him in one of these states I told him that I wanted to go over to the church. I made him strip down and say mass prayers and all as I sat on the altar naked in front of him playing with my dick. When it came time for communion and he brought out the chalice I motioned for him to bring it to me as I filled it with my piss. Then he got out the plate that the server would use to hold under a person's chin in case the communion host was dropped. It looked like it was made of gold the way it shined. I made him bring that to me as well and told him to jerk my cock so that I could shoot my cum on this plate. I shot some on the plate but some of it squirted on the altar and Father. I said to him "This is the body and blood of your God. Have your communion." He proceeded to drink the piss from the chalice and lick the seed of my cum from the plate. After as I scooted forward to get off the altar I turned back and saw my shit stripe on the covering and laughed as I said "Careful my good Father or the nuns will know what a bad boy you are." I was soon bored with Father Michael and told him to find someone else to join us or I would not let him touch me anymore. You have to understand that what Father felt for me was not just love. I was his obsession. He tried to talk me out of bringing another person into our sex play by saying that our relationship must be an absolute secret and could he give me money or buy me things instead. He pulled out his wallets and handed me some money. I said to him "I will never see you alone again Father, find us another play mate." Shortly thereafter he came into my classroom and told Sister Mary Charles that he needed to see me and I would be gone for the rest of the day. As soon as we were out of ear shot of the classroom he said "I got you that fucking play mate." When got into the rectory he introduced me to Father Daniel that was the head of another parish in a nearby city. There was nothing shy about Father Daniel the way he leaned forward to get closer to me. "What should I call you: William, Bill, Billy or best of all 'Cock Tease'." Do you have as pretty a cock as Father Michael says you do." He didn't scare me I could feel his hunger for me which in turn made me bold and cocky so I said "Maybe if you're really good to me, Danny I'll let you see it and why don't you call me 'Cock' although I also tease." He said to me "You have a big fucking mouth kid I only hope your cock is as big." Father Michael said "Let's play I don't want to talk." I said to both of them "Why don't you each strip down and then I'll give you a little show." "Fair enough" Father Daniel answered. I watched as Father Daniel undressed, he turned to his side as he pulled off his cassock. Jesus he had a hairy ass and as he pulled off the undershirt he had on underneath I saw a muscular hairy chest with a set of cock and balls that were a hell of a lot bigger than Father Michael's. By then I had really perfected my strip act and when I finally revealed my hard cock I could see that they were both sporting rock hard boners. Then I started the nastier shit. I sat down on a couch in front of them and began to stroke my cock. Father Daniel immediately got up and started to come over to me. I said to him "No, no. Tell him Father Michael nobody touches me until I am ready." I did a lot of other things like pinching my nipples but what really seemed to get them going was when I pulled up my legs and started to finger my asshole. I would wet my finger and rub it in a circle around my hole, smell my finger and then wet it again, before sticking it inside me. They were really raring to go. I said "Okay I've given you a little performance. Now why don't you give me one. I have never seen two grown men suck each others cock but I sure would like to." Father Daniel turned his body to face Father Michael as Father Daniel grabbed the back of Father Michael's head and brought his mouth down to his cock. After a bit Father Daniel took his turn and sucked on Father Michael. I said "Can't you both do it at the same time." They got down on the floor in a 69 position and seemed to enjoy sucking cock much more in this position. I felt Father Daniel pulling on my leg and I got down on the floor with them. I know Father Daniel thought I had a beautiful cock the way he was sucking it. I was on the edge of cumming when they started discussing who would eat my cock cream. Father Daniel said to Father Michael "Come on you've eaten his cum how many times. Don't you think that I'd like to taste it." Then he proposed to Father Michael that I could shoot my cum in his mouth but he would share part of it with Father Michael in a cum kiss and then they could both lick my cock clean. That is what they did and I decided it was a lot more fun to be sucked by two guys rather than just one. The three of us got together a few more times after that and it was a lot of fun because I talked them into going down to the railroad tracks where we could walk around naked and suck cock in the outdoors. Father Daniel brought a digital camera and we took a lot of pictures but I'm letting Father Michael hold mine so my parents won't find them. I liked having sex with Father Daniel but I would have to wait two and three weeks between visits. Father Michael was frustrated too so I suggested he find us another playmate since we could still play with Father Daniel when he came around. I met Father Michael at his rectory early one afternoon. He said we were going for a ride in the country to meet a couple of guys. He said they give out little hints that they would like to play but they were so vague he wasn't really sure. He said that he wanted to go out there and see what we could get going. There were two guys out by the swimming pool when we arrived just as Father said there would be. They were both in their 50s, big men, hairy too. One of them had a really big belly but I could hardly see it because it was covered with so much thick hair. I thought to myself boy would I like to have a lot of hair like that and just asked him right out "When did you get so much hair on your body. Did you already have it when you were 12 years old?" His name was Jack and he laughed and said "What a question. Why do you ask?" I was very truthful with him and said "Because I would like to have lots of hair like that when I grow up." He said "I don't remember exactly but I'm sure I didn't. Besides" he added "you're just a boy you have a lifetime to get a hairy chest. Shit, you probably only got a little peach fuzz next to your balls by now." I just smiled and thought we'll see Mister. Father Michael said "That swimming pool looks nice and cool and boy would I like to get out of this hot cassock but I didn't bring any swim things for me or the boy." I thought to myself Father who are you kidding, don't lay it on so thick, you might as well say straight out "Can I strip down and show you my cock." But we just arrived and maybe Father's obviousness would get the ball rolling. The other man, Ray, turned to me and said "I'd like to see you swim young man we're just a bunch of men out here. You don't need a swim suit and Father for the love of the Lord get out of that black cassock before you suffocate." Again, I thought this is getting more fun by the minute. Father Michael pretended like I was shy about taking off my clothes and said "Billy, if you would rather you could go to the other end of the pool and take off your clothes and get in there. That would give you a little more privacy." I looked at the two men and I knew they wanted me to strip down right there in front of them. I said "No that's okay Father, it is just us guys." I put one toe behind the heel of one shoe and slid it off and repeated the process with the other shoe. I took off my socks and shirt next but decided to do it more slowly with my pants. First I slid my belt though the loops and tossed it to the ground. Then I unbuttoned the top button to my pants and said to Jack "I guess this is when you see my peach fuzz." My cock was hard and I knew it would jut out and bounce around a bit when I pulled my pants down. I did not have a boy's cock, particularly when it was hard. I also think that because I had more of a boy's body than a man's, it made my dick seem even that much larger. I let my pants slide down and there was my cock standing hard and tall. I said "Sorry about that but all this sun and air have given me a stiffy." And then I turned to Jack and said "Not a lot a hair but a cock bush just the same." At this point I saw Father Michael pull off his jockeys with his nice big balls and his cock was half hard. I dove into the pool and did laps as they watched me talking earnestly among themselves. After I was done swimming and went back to the shaded area where they were sitting, the two new playmates had already taken off there swimming trunks. There was no more pretense. Ray spoke first and said "Father Michael says you have better tasting cock cream than anyone. Think you have enough for all of us." "Won't know until we try?" I replied. I got down on the blanket and Ray was first to get between my legs. He said to me "You have one juicy suck able cock there boy. I can almost taste it already." I said to him "Come on and give it a lick, you can be my daddy." He sure knew how to suck cock and when he finally did get me off I came long and hard. I just laid there after trying to catch my breath and then Jack was between my legs. I don't usually have much trouble cumming a second time so I was not worried that I could not do it. He said "You are our milk machine, our cock cream factory, can I also be your daddy and suck down your cock juice." and he began to work my dick. He sucked as good as Ray but the difference was he stuck his finger up my ass as he sucked me. No one had done that to me before and this time I was the one begging him not to stop rather than him begging me to let him suck my cock a little longer. When I came I could feel myself clutch down on his finger as my ass twisted inside with the spasm spreading to my balls and shooting out of my cock into his mouth. He nursed on my cock for a long time after and I found myself holding on to him and only reluctantly letting him go. Now it was Father Michael's turn but he had me get on all fours and suck on Jack's cock as Jack sucked on mine. That was fine with me. I felt a sort of closeness to Jack after what we had done. I felt the wet warmth of Father Michael's tongue on my back and then it slid down to the crack of my ass and he gently licked my asshole. He used his hands on my ass cheeks to open me up and I could feel his tongue trying to get inside me. He could not enter me with his tongue because either his tongue was not strong enough or my ass was too tight. His greased finger slid easily inside me and again my ass was on fire with desire. He whispered in my ear that he was about to enter me with his cock and it might hurt but it would after a while feel a hell of a lot better than a finger. It took a lot of tries on his part and I don't know if I could have done it without the pleasure Jack was giving to my cock but he got his cock in me. He really made me want to go shit but he would stop and Jack would gently work my cock until I was ready to have him slide it in and out my ass again. I heard Father ask me "How does it feel." I told sometimes it really hurts but once in awhile it feels just great." He said to me "I'm so fucking hot I have to cum but I won't let myself cum until you do. When I stick my cock all the way in you, I think it will be one of the times when it will feel great for you. That's when I want you to try to hold my cock right there in that spot with the muscles in your ass. If it makes you want to cum, let it go and just ride that fucking cum." I thought that I experienced a once in a life time cum when Jack was sucking and finger fucking me but it was nothing compared to the cum Father's cock helped me to find. I know I was hollering and moaning, I could feel spit running down my chin but the only thing that was really important was the way I was bucking on Father's cock and how deep I got Jack's cock down my throat. It seemed to go on forever and I hoped it would never stop. It takes real work to get those really big cums and it seemed to take me all afternoon for this one but it was fucking worth it. I looked around at my playmates everybody was happy, everybody was satisfied and everybody was at peace. When Father and I left Jack and Ray asked us to come back but they knew as we did, when you've had something that good you can never recapture it but only lessen a golden memory trying.