Date: Sat, 5 Jul 2003 23:11:42 EDT From: SLIPMAHONEY57@aol.com Subject: "MEN OF MASH" (Part two) (celebrity) OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION based on FICTIONAL characters. "MASH" is produced by Larry Gelbart and copyrighted by 20th Century Fox Studios. Unzip and enjoy! "Well, if it isn't Father Mulcahy, " Hawkeye chuckled, as he opened to door to admit the lanky priest. "What brings you here, Father? Here to preach about Sodom and Gommorah?" At that, the bespectacled, 50-something priest rubbed the solid bulge behind his fly and grinned. "No, Hawkeye, " Fr. Mulcahy replied , "I'm here to join the fun...you and Radar were havin' too much fun for two guys, so I thought you might allow me and a friend join in!" Hawkeye looked puzzled, as did Radar. "A friend?" Radar stammered. "Who's here with you, Father?" At that, the priest motioned to someone who was standing out of sight to his right, and both Radar and Hawkeye watched as none other than thier pal B. J. Hunnicut appeared out of the shadows. "B.J.!!", Hawkeye exclaimed, draping his arm around his studly pal's strong shoulder. "Don't tell me you were out there watching me and Radar get it on with Fr. Mulcahy?" At that, B.J. grabbed his fat cock through the bulging crotch of his pants. "Well", B.J. laughed, "I sure as hell didn't get this hard thinking about Hot Lips!" Hawkeye snickered, and, before he could reply, Fr. Mulcahy whispered into B.J.'s ear, and both men pulled back thier pants legs, revealing gartered socks. "I saw this was a formal occassion," Fr. Mulcahy explained, "so I went back and dug out these for myself and B.J.!" "Man, Hawkeye, " Radar observed, his stubby cock once again pounding his his cum-soaked boxers. "This looks like it's gonna be a night to remember!" Hawkeye gave Radar's little ass a playful slap. " Yeah, Radar, " he replied, as he felt his lanky dong throb in his sweaty boxers " Looks like we three 'civilians' will have to show the good Father here what erotic thrills await him if he renounces celibacy!" Hearing that, Fr. Francis reached into the fly of Hawkeye's shorts and fondled his stiff cock. "You're too late, Hawkeye," Fr. Francis told him. " I may be a priest, but I have needs just like any other guy......one day I'll tell you about all the hot ass I grabbed when I was back in the seminary!" B.J. Hunnicut was already slipping off his sweaty shirt and unbuckling his belt. "C'mon, guys," he chuckled "Some other time we'll hear confessions...right now.....LET'S GET DIRTY!!" In no time, both B.J. and Fr. Francis had stripped down to thier underwear, and Radar and Hawkeye felt thier cocks pound anew. Without a word, B.J. dropped to his knees, and started licking the outline of Hawkeye's rigid pole through his sweaty boxers. Then Fr. Francis put his arm around Hawkeye's shoulder, and slipped his eager tongue into Hawkeye's mouth. Hawkeye moaned as he reached around to rub and squeeze the bespectacled priest's round, firm ass through his sweaty boxer shorts. Then B.J. pulled Hawkeye's drooling cock out of his sweaty boxers and started licking the clear lube from the angry-looking head, before opening his mouth wide and swallowing the throbbing length of his handsome buddy's steel-hard love-pole. Hawkeye felt his churning balls tingle as he watched the cock-throbbing sight of B.J.'s sexy mustache melt into the thick black hair that sprouted through the fly of his shorts. "OOOOOHHHHHHHFUCCCK," Hawkeye moaned. "Now I see why they call you 'B.J.' "! Radar then pulled out his stubby, drooling dong and started grinding it against Fr. Francis' round, boxer-clad buns. The horny priest gyrated his manly ass against Radar's pounding cock, as he and Hawkeye continued to deep-kiss. B.J.'s strong hands slid up and down Hawkeye's long, hairy legs; fingering his sexy garters and rubbing and squeezing his tight, firm butt through his sweaty shorts. Hawkeye was in total bliss when B. J. took Hawkeye's cock out of his mouth, and started rubbing his bristly mustache up and down its pounding length. By this time, the well-rounded seat of Fr. Francis' undershorts was splotched with Radar's sticky lube. So caught up in the moment was Radar, that, without hestitation, he whispered into the priest's ear. "Father, I have to confess I have long fantasized about fucking a priest...may I ?" Fr. Francis stopped tongue-fucking Hawkeye's mouth just long enough to reply, " My ass is yours my son.........enjoy!" Radar wasted no time in pulling down Fr. Francis' lube-splotched boxers, and the priest's thick, meaty 10-inch cock swung out, jutting out obscenely out its thick pubic jungle. B.J. stopped sucking Hawkeye just long enough to put Radar's cock in his hot mouth to get it good and slick. Radar loved how hot B.J.'s mouth on his hard dick.................. "MMMMMNNNNNGGHHHHHHH", Fr. Francis moaned as Radar's stubby fuckrod started penetrating his tight hole. The hairs of his sweaty crack tickled Radar's hard shaft, sending a hot jolt through his cum-laden nuts. Radar thrust foward, burying more of his cock between the priest's sexy asscheeks. And, as B.J. continued to suck off Hawkeye, he wrapped his fingers around Fr. Francis' massive prong and slowly started jacking it. Now Radar's bulging balls were up against the priest's round butt, and gripping his waist, Radar started to pump his fat shaft in and out of Fr. Francis' sweaty backside. "MY GOD!!!" Fr. Francis growled, as he felt Radar's cock slamming in and out of his hairy ass, while B.J's strong fist continued jacking his massive, priestly pud. "Fr. Mulcahy, I have to say, french-kissing a priest while another of your pals sucks you off is something EVERY MAN, Catholic or not, should experience!" Fr. Francis did not reply, he was too busy sucking on Hawkeye's probing tongue, while his firm hand slid into Hawkeye's shorts to rub and knead his tight buns. "JESUS CHRIST!!" Fr. Francis moaned, as B.J.'s hot mouth switched from Hawkeye's cock to his own, looking down to see that sexy, masculine, mustache-framed mouth wrapped around his fat, throbbing cock. Radar was now in an ass-fucking frenzy, his horny mind reeling at finally, after all these years, realizing his fantasy about royally humping a hot priest's tight, hairy butt. Radar's hairy nuts smacked against Fr. Francis' quivering buns as he continued to slam his pounding cock in and out of the priest's hot ass. As Benny Goodman's "One O' Clock Jump" played over Hawkeye's radio, the sounds of masculine, guttural grunts, groans, and moans filled the humid air, already rich and gamey with the manly smells of sweat, after-shave, and free-flowing lube. B.J.'s hot mouth was working overtime on Fr. Francis' fat monster, while his hand madly pumped Hawkeye's throbbing dong. As if cued to do so, all four men shot thier sticky, steaming loads at almost the same time. Fr. Francis Mulcahy's fat cock exploded in B.J's hot mouth; his thick load of hot Catholic cum flooding the sexy stud's cock-taxed mouth with jet after jet of molten spunk. The priest's spasming asshole clutched madly at Radar's prostate-pulverizing cock, and Radar cussed a blue steak as he felt his nuts blow . "YEAHHH, FATHER.....TAKE MY HOT LOAD...YEAHHH..UP YOUR HAIRY ASS...OOHHMANNNNNOOHHHFFUUCCKK!!" Radar plowed in and out of Fr. Francis' manly ass, his hot cock spewing gobs of thick jizz deep inside the handsome priest's tight rectum. "OOOHHHFUCK, B.J, " Hawkeye moaned, as his his handsome buddy's fist pumped his fat cock. "YEEAAHH, PAL...GONNA SHOOT...FUCKIN' SHOOT MY HOT LOAD ALL OVER YOUR KISSER...OOOOHHHHHHHAAUUGGHNNNNNNNOOHHFFUUCCKKK!!!" Hawkeye hit a massive, nut-bustin' climax, and his lanky love-pole spewed hot, thick jets of sticky spooge all over B.J. Hunnicut's handsome face, splattering his sexy-as-hell mustache. Fisting his own throbbing cock, B.J. finally hit his peak, and his big, thick, beer-can cock started spewing jet after jet of hot cum all over Fr. Francis' hairy leg and his gartered sock. Cum was flying like crazy, and the humid air was rich with the gamey, sexy scent of hot masculine sweat and fresh jizz. As the four spent men slowly came down off thier sexual highs, the pole-mounted loudspeaker outside crackled and fizzled, and suddenly blared into life. "ATTENTION! ATTENTION! WOUNDED SOLDIERS WILL BE ARRIVING WITHIN THE NEXT HOUR..........ALL DOCTORS BE PREPARED TO STAND BY FOR FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS!!" Hearing this, Hawkeye, Radar, and B.J. knew they would give there all in helping the incoming wounded, hopefully bieng able to prevent any loss of life. And Fr. Francis knew he would be there to give spirtitual guidance as well as comfort. As the four men hurriedly stuffed thier sweaty, cum-soaked cocks back into thier sweaty shorts as they rapidly dressed, Hawkeye had to crack " Gee, why is everybody takin' off so fast......was it something I said??" "A priest cannot lie, Hawkeye, " Fr. Francis answered as he pulled on his pants and buckled his belt " Not to worry, this WON'T be the LAST time we enjoy a little private camaraderie!" Hawkeye grinned, swatting the priest's trouser-covered ass as they made ready to dash over to the O.R. . THE END Hope you guys enjoyed! Comments are always welcome!!