Date: Wed, 31 Oct 2012 08:28:26 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Jack the Whipper. Part Two.

        This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
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  Part Two.

     I took him back to where he slept at night, in the carpenter's
workshop, not having to explain to Mr Dowling about him being late back
this time. I might as well carry on with what happened the following Sunday
for something else happened on that particular night.

     I'd already fucked Morgan the Organ on the Wednesday night, him
fucking me in return, but was really looking forward to having Stephen on
my bed on the Sunday evening.

     This duly came round and the service was over and there were just the
two of us in the vestry where I sat down on the bench there and pulled him
to me and kissed him. His arms had come round my shoulders so that our
upper bodies were pressed tight to each other.

     `Have you been looking forward to tonight?' I asked after we'd kissed.

     `Oh yes Parson,' he breathed, his eyes shining bright and saw the tip
of his tongue come out to lick his upper lip.

     `Okay,' I said getting up. `Only ten minutes in the bath and we can
then have at least an hour on the bed.'

      That was all the time we spent in the bathroom back in the Parsonage,
ten minutes to wash ourselves before getting out and drying off. With just
towels round our waists, we carried our clothes along the hall to my
bedroom and we went inside and I locked the door. I put both our clothes on
a chair and taking the towel off, got onto the bed, letting him see that I
was fully erect and waiting for him.

     He gave me a shy smile as his towel came off to show that he too was
sporting an erection, smaller than mine, but an upstanding cock that would
be enough to please me as I hoped to please him with mine.

     `I've never been on or in a bed before,' he said with some awe in his
voice as he climbed on next to me and gave himself a little bounce on
it. `It must be wonderful to sleep here.'

     I had no answer to that and just pulled him over on top of me to kiss,
having our respective erections get squashed between us. But time was
moving forward so I rolled him off of me onto his back and moved down the
bed to take his erect cock into my mouth. He gave out a gasp as I took him
into the heat that was there and began to suck on him.

     `Can't we do this together, at the same time?' he got out in a
strangled voice. For only his really second session of having sex, he'd
really picked up what Morgan had failed to grasp that fellatio could be
done in the sixty nine position. I didn't answer him for its impolite to
speak with your mouth full, so, without releasing him, moved my body round
into an upside down position so that my throbbing cock was right in front
of his face.

     My heart thumped away with joy at how he'd taken to male sex like a
duck to water as his mouth covered the head of my cock and he began to copy
me in the sucking of this wonderful piece of nature. He soon learnt how to
push the foreskin back with his tongue and use his teeth in a gentle
scratching motion on the exposed flesh while sucking at the same time.

     It didn't take long of my working on the head of his cock before I
felt him begin to tremble and when his thighs started to tense up, knew he
was about to come. And come he did, quite copiously in fact, really filling
my mouth with his semen, mind you, it triggered me off to do the same.

     What pleasure it was to have this hard, yet pliable piece of flesh in
the mouth and have the contents of his balls once again there for me to
taste before swallowing. I think he was enjoying my outpouring too, for he
was holding the shaft quite tightly as he worked his hand up and down,
squeezing out what might be left remaining inside me.

     With gasps of taking in fresh breath and sighs for what we had
received, we licked each other clean before I moved out of his grasp and
turned round so that we were face to face once again.

     `What a wunnerful man you are Parson,' he said, kissing me with wet
lips that still had traces of my seed coating them.

     `I gather you enjoyed the way that we could do it together then?' I
asked as we broke off the kissing.

     `Oh yes,' he breathed out. `It's much better than doing it in the
bath.' I had to laugh for he was so right in that, and he cuddled into my
arms that one automatically went round under his neck as he lay his head on
my chest. `Also I like it like this,' he sighed. `I've never been held and
cuddled before,' and I'm sure I heard a sob in his voice in the way that he
said this, which made me hug him closer to my body.

     We were quiet for quite a few minutes with our thoughts though I
cannot say what his were. Mine were that though I had really seduced young
Stephen into having male sex, I had unwittingly given him the kind of
parental loving that he'd never before had experienced, him having been an
orphan from an early age. He brought me out of my reverie by speaking in a
low but dreamy kind of voice.

     `I didn't know that it could be so comfortable to actually lie on a
bed. Where I sleep at the workshop is just a sack stuffed with straw
underneath one of the work benches. I also have one of the other boys
sleeping next to me. He's maybe a year or two younger than I am, but jerks
himself off as I do. We sometimes do it to each other, but that's as far as
it goes, until the other night. He asked me if I would suck on him, but I
said no. Why, he asked me, and told him that he was dirty and smelt. He
went silent at that and I suddenly felt ashamed that there I was, clean and
not smelling like him, though I did before you brought me here and let me
have a bath.'

     Now this gave me food for thought.

     `Would you have sucked on him if he'd been given or allowed to have a
bath?' I asked him gently.

     `Oh yes. I had liked it when you first sucked on me and I liked
sucking on you, his is a bit smaller, but I think that the size doesn't
really matter.'

     Well this boy Stephen was quite erudite and almost philosophical in
his reasoning, and wondered, just wondered if it would be a good or bad
thing to get this other boy bathed and smelling nice for Stephen's sake.

     Yours too, you lecherous bastard, was the next thought that came into
my mind. As I said, it gave me food for thought.

     Though we were cuddling, lying on our sides really facing each other,
our hands hadn't been idle while talking, but playing with each other's
limp dicks. With those last thoughts, mine had started to really grow and I
think that with him feeling mine start to expand from being a dick to
becoming a rampant cock, made his react in the same way.

     `Would you like to fuck me now with this wonderful cock that I'm
holding?' I said to him giving him a kiss on the nose.

     `Yes please Parson,' he said, his eyes alight, and he let go of me and
moved over so that I could get up onto my knees for him to get behind me. I
felt his hand on my hip as he steadied himself as he shuffled between my
legs and couldn't help but give out a shiver as I felt the tip of his cock
brush against my bum cheeks.

     I then felt the head of it being placed at my entrance and his other
hand came up onto my other hip as he leaned forward and I felt him start to
push his erection into me.

     I gave out a gurgle as the head widened me enough to slip in, quickly
followed by the rest of his shaft until his thighs were tight up to my
bum. He let out a sigh when he was fully inside me and I felt him give his
cock a twitch before he started to fuck me.

     I crooned as he began to massage the insides of my canal, loving to
have a prick once again ironing out the kinks and giving me pleasure. As he
had said, the size was unimportant because it was the thrill of having an
erection moved back and forth inside, giving joy to both the giver and the
recipient. My erection was bouncing up and down to his movements behind me
and it was now beginning to pain me, it wanting its release.

     His inexperience showed when he tightened his grip on my hips and
began to really ram himself into me, our bodies giving off smacking sounds
as they came together and soon he was grinding his pelvis up to me as he
began shooting his seed up into me.

     I could feel the first burst as it hit the insides and gave out a
tremor at the thrill of feeling this though I couldn't with the rest that
followed and only knew he'd finished when he came to a stop and leaned
heavily on my rear end. He was really panting and I felt a drop or two of
sweat land on my back.

     I tried to hold his cock there with my muscle but it wasn't strong
enough to prevent him pulling out which was torment of having the object
that had given me pleasure, being removed.

     `There's a bowl of water, a cloth and a towel on the dresser,' I said
to him. `Make sure you wash yourself properly.' I then lay down on my side
as I watched him get off the bed and go to the dresser. My erection
throbbing even more at seeing his rosy bum cheeks move that I would shortly
putting it in between them.

     `That was just great Parson,' he said as he came back onto the bed
after cleaning himself. `Now for your turn,' he grinned as he went onto his
knees while I rose up and moved behind him.

     With my fingers spread wide over his hips, I was able to use my thumbs
to pull apart his cheeks to see the target and quickly put the head of my
cock to it. I watched as I leaned into him, seeing the head of it being
compressed as it started to move inside him and when it finally went in,
the shaft slid in quite easily till my thighs went up against his bum and I
couldn't see it any more.

     But I was in that tight orifice, feeling his inner heat and the
flexing of his muscle as he squeezed me. I was back in heaven again in the
fucking mode of this youth and began to move myself in and out of his tight
arsehole.

     He had given out a gasp at the stretching of his ring piece but now he
was crooning as I gently rode him, lovely the euphoric sensations I was
getting as I fucked him.

     But, as experienced as I was, I still couldn't control my body enough
to delay my sap from rising and I was soon holding him tight to me as I
pulled his body back towards me as I pushed forward, my semen shooting out
into him, making him give out a cry of delight at feeling that first salvo.

     Now it was my turn to lean over his rear end and pant as some drops of
my sweat now landed on his back. He cried out as he felt me start to slide
out of him, his muscle fighting hard to hold me, but out I popped to a
squishy noise. My legs were trembling as I got off the bed and staggered
over to the dresser to wash myself.

     `That was wunnerful Parson,' he said as I got back onto the bed and
went into his open arms for us to kiss. I held him tight as I rolled over
onto my back bringing his body up on top of mine. His eyes were shining as
we kissed and I soon had to put a stop to this after sex enjoyment.

     `I think it's time for us to stop Stephen. It's getting late and we've
been here long enough,' I said.

     `Must we?' he pleaded, a sorrowful look on his face.

     `Yes. That's it for this week,' I said as I rolled him off of me and
got up off the bed and began to sort my clothes out. It was with some
reluctance that he got off the bed too and began to get dressed.

     `I would so have loved to have been able to stay and sleep here in
this bed,' he sighed as he dressed, which gave me something else to think
about for the future.

     `Well thank Mrs Brown for letting me come over here for a bath,' he
said as we went downstairs. `And thank you for having me,' and then gave
out his girlish giggle as he realised what he had said. I laughed and gave
his hair a ruffle as I put on my top coat in the hall and picked up my
walking cane.

     Now I always carried this cane when I was out in the streets and
alleyways of Whitechapel at night, for there were still villains and
footpads about during the hours of darkness and it was best to be
prepared. I saw him to the carpenter's workshop and just before entering,
pulled him to one side and kissed him, saying that I couldn't wait for the
following Sunday to come round. He smiled as he returned the kiss and soon
went off into the workshop.

                                                           *

     I was on my way back to the Parsonage, having to traverse some quite
dark alleyways, when all of a sudden, there was this figure right in front
of me. It frightened the life out of me and I almost raised up my cane
before I saw that it was a woman. She came up right close to me, so close
that I could smell her gin sodden breath.

     `Hello deary. It's only sixpence for a suck and just a shilling for a
fuck,' she breathed out to me.

     A prostitute, harlot, a whore, one of the deadly scourges of man that
we had had drummed into our ears at college.

     `Harlot!' I cried as I gave her a powerful shove to push her away from
me, her with the stinking breath. My reaction startled her and she
staggered back against a wall and really cracked her head on it. With a
muted cry, she slid down this wall and fell onto her front, her dress
riding up as she had slid down and now was lying there before me, letting
me see that she wasn't wearing any underthings.

     The cheeks of her plump backside were likened to pale moons in the
darkness of the alley and couldn't stop myself from bringing my swinging
cane down to strike her across this bare backside. She gave out a groan as
it struck, leaving a strong mark across those cheeks.

     Now I never would have thought that I was prone to having something of
a sadistic streak in me, but seeing that weal across the cheeks of her
arse, gave me an instant erection and couldn't stop myself from giving her
another one, and then another, four in all. My cock was throbbing so much
it was paining me and gave in to my basic desire and pulled my cock out
from my trousers.

     I think the intention was to masturbate over her bare arse but then
stopped and went down onto my knees and pulled her up into a kneeling
position.

     Without having any thoughts in my mind, rammed my cock straight up
into her arse and fucked her there down on the cobbled alleyway.

     `Harlot. Whore. Scarlet woman,' I heard myself saying as I kept
ramming myself into her, ignoring the groans she was giving out until I
strained and let my hips take over as I came inside her.

     With me finished, I was leaning over her back, panting and realised
just what I had done. I can only say that it was the reaction of seeing
that bare arse that was like a red rag to a bull for me and gave no thought
to the consequences of fucking her out there in the open.

     I quickly pulled out of her, letting her slide back down onto the
cobbles. I had just had my dick up a whore's arse and wondered how was I
going to clean myself without any water. The next best thing was my
handkerchief which I pulled out of my pocket and used this to clean myself
as best I could.

     I nearly went to automatically put it back into my pocket but then
realised what I'd just used it for and so threw it into the gutter in
disgust. I put myself away and went and left her lying there as I went home
and straight into my room to give myself a proper wash.

     I fretted that night while I was in bed if I had caught anything from
that whore but by the time Wednesday came round, I had forgotten about
it. It wasn't after I had fucked Morgan that I remembered, but by that
time, it was too late. So I carried on having our sex session by finishing
up with us top to tail in the sucking of each other's cock and swallowing
the resulting emission.

                                                           *

     Now you must be thinking that all I did was to have sex in the
Parsonage for which you are mistaken. I still had the role of the Parson to
play amongst my parishioners. In that short time so far since coming back
home, I saw to one funeral, my father's. One wedding and two baptisms and
countless visits to those that were in need of spiritual comfort also to
assure the aged that when their time came to depart, they would be most
welcome in heaven having suffered here on earth. As a lot of these were in
the late evenings, that was why I always went out carrying my cane.

     There was also quite a few afternoon tea parties I went to, including
the one mother held every Thursday, introducing me to yet another female
that she thought would make a decent daughter-in-law. It was happenstance
that found the future Mrs Brown.

     It was because of Mrs Fielding, the wife of our local doctor, who died
suddenly from a heart attack. She had been a regular attendee of the church
along with her daughter, Grace. Doctor Fielding only came sporadically
because of his hospital commitments along with his other outside
patients. Being who I was, went round to their house to give what comfort I
could to both the husband and daughter. It was also to see about what
funeral arrangements were being done and we settled on the following
Saturday, a week hence, for the burial.

     In the past, I'd not taken much notice of the mother and daughter as I
said my usual goodbyes at the door of the church as the congregation left,
but now I saw her, Grace, in a different light.

     She was reasonably pretty with a rather homely face and a sweet smile
and by being at her home, she wasn't dressed up in her Sunday best, but in
a pretty frock that appeared to emphasis the fact that she was rather well
built up top. Shorter than me by a good six inches but also had a trim
waist and pretty slim ankles.

     At the funeral service, she sat this time in the very front row of the
pews instead of being well back where she normally used to sit. This then
drew mother's eyes to her and she told me afterwards that she had invited
Grace to her next Thursday afternoon tea session. During which, I noticed
mother give her nod of approval on this young woman and I thought that she
conducted herself well and so, with tea finished, I offered to escort her
home, which I saw, pleased mother.

     This I did and when at the gate to her house, I kissed her hand and
invited her to tea again for the following week which she accepted. Mother
was pleased that at last I had made an effort with the latest afternoon tea
guest. So began my courtship of Grace, much to mother's delight.

     So whenever I was invited to a function of any kind, I would slyly
suggest that Grace be included with a knowing wink, and it usually brought
forth a few chuckles and she would get her invitation. It's surprising at
how many elder females loved to play the role of being a match-maker.

     I would now get that shy smile after every church service from her as
I said my goodbyes and wondered if I would ever be able to get her to put
those lovely lips over the head of my cock. Which I could get from both
Morgan and Stephen on my evenings with them.

     But I've jumped ahead a little in the telling of this. Morgan the
Organ loved his Wednesday evenings with me, the sucking and fucking of each
other and he couldn't do enough to please me.

     Then I would have Stephen on the Sunday. It was becoming a habit that
when we were in the vestry after everybody else had left, that he would
come into my arms and we would kiss each other and have him rub his lower
body up against mine.

     He couldn't wait for his bath with me washing his cock and balls
though prolonging his agony by not sucking on him there and then in the
bath. But would wait till we were on my bed before us getting down to the
nitty gritty of us having sex.

     He was now an avid cocksucker and would quickly reverse himself on the
bed and take my throbbing cock into his mouth to suck and chew on me while
I did the same to him. We both liked to have our mouths filled with sperm
to savour before swallowing.

     He would come up into my arms when we'd finished this half of our love
making, to kiss and have a cuddle. He again brought up the subject of
Richard, the boy who slept next to him under his workshop bench.

     `He's been begging me to ask you if he could be allowed to come to the
Parsonage and have a bath,' he said between kisses.

     `He still wants you to suck on him then?' I asked with a chuckle.

     `Yes,' he said with a smirk. `I want him to suck on mine but he won't
unless I do it to him too.'

     `Well if it would make you happy, bring him along next week,' I said
and Stephen gave out a squeal and rolled over on top of me and gave me a
multitude of kisses all over my face. At the same time, his cock rose up to
a full erection, making mine rise too so that they were being squashed
between our bodies.

     `You lovely man Parson. Now fuck me with that lovely tool you've got,'
he said rolling off of me. He went up onto his knees for me to get behind
him again. It was lovely fucking this youth, having him flex his muscle
around my shaft as it moved in and out of his tight rear end. With having
the thought of me having another arse to fuck in the very near future, made
me shoot my load much too quickly into Stephen's backside. In spite of the
short duration of ploughing his field, he gurgled with delight as he felt
my seed coating his inner canal.

     It wasn't long before he was up inside me, pushing away for me to feel
his nice prick soothing my insides with his movements. I just loved the
feel of his thighs coming up to the cheeks of my bum as he shafted me,
occasionally having his balls smack them too. It was also nice having his
hands grip my thighs as he moved, his fingers indicating when he was
approaching his climax by them digging into my flesh as he tried to pull me
back to his forward thrusting. Then to have just his hips move as he began
to come inside me. For a young lad, his outpouring was copious to say the
least, having it spray my insides in an apparently endless stream.

     God, what a glorious feeling it was to have his seed coating the
interior to be followed by one big sigh as he then sagged over my lower
back, panting for breath as drops of sweat dropped onto me.

     Like him, I gave out a mew as I felt him start to pull out while
vainly trying to hold him in there and feeling really bereft when he
finally slipped out. At least he'd learnt to really wash himself after
having anal sex.

     When both of us were dressed, he gave a woeful look at the bed we had
laid upon, wishing I'm sure, that he had one at his place of sleeping. We
had one last kiss before I escorted back to the workshop, again reiterating
the fact that he could invite Richard next week to have the pleasure of a
bath. I wasn't accosted on my return to the Parsonage that night.

                                                           *

     Wednesday evening I had Morgan in my room again for us to enjoy
ourselves in our weekly session of sex and the following day was for me to
carry on the courting of Grace. Well, if you can call it that when she was
only there for tea until I escorted her back home.

     With mother quite happy now that it appeared that Grace and I were
getting along fine, she was quite agreeable to the suggestion I made later
when in our sitting room having a glass of sherry before dinner. To her
mind, me having Morgan in my room on a Wednesday evening was just a case of
two men talking about men's things. She was also aware that I let Stephen
have a bath every Sunday night and so didn't have any objections to my
saying that there was another young man at the workshop that would also be
most grateful if he could have a bath once a week. So there wasn't any
problem by having Thursday night turned into a bath night for those poor
boys who never had the luxury of having a decent wash. But I wouldn't tell
Stephen of this till after Sunday night's bath.

     The day came round and Stephen had made a point of getting into the
church early and pointed Richard out to me and got a shy smile from him
when I looked over to where he was sitting. He was vaguely familiar, but
then, so were most of those who sat near the back. But he sat much closer
to the pulpit for the evening service which was much shorter and having
less people there than in the morning.

     As I was saying my goodbyes to those there that evening, I saw that
Richard was helping Stephen gather up the hymn books. The rest of the choir
being the last one's to leave and I went into the vestry to take of my
vestments as Stephen did the same with Richard sitting there waiting for
us.

     `Well Richard,' I began. `Ready to have a good bath?' and knew by now
being close to him knew that it was long overdue.

     `Yes sir,' he said quite eagerly, his eyes shining at the prospect.

     `Well let's go over to the Parsonage,' I said, seeing them out of the
church as I put out the lights and shut the door.

     It was straight upstairs we went and into the bathroom and I noticed
that Stephen had brought a change of clothes for Richard as well as his
own. I put the plug in the bath and set the taps running and told Richard
to get his clothes off and when naked, was light enough for me to lift him
and put him into the bath. God, didn't he need this wash for he was in an
even worse state from ingrained dirt than Stephen had been.

     It took me an hour to scrub him clean, starting off with his head hair
before slowly going down to clean the rest of him. Though like with
Stephen, I got his lower legs and feet clean before making him stand up for
me to wash the middle parts of his body.

     His cock I noticed, in its flaccid state, was a trifle smaller than
that of Stephen, but found a few minutes later that it was nearly as big
when aroused. But I started off with his stomach and upper thighs before
washing his backside, loving the feel of the peachy firm cheeks of his bum
before turning him round to start on his working parts. I'd dispensed with
the piece of cloth and was now just using my hands covered in soap to
really work the lather into his sparse pubic hairs.

     Then it was the gentle manipulation of his balls and penis as I washed
him there, taking longer of his cock than any other part of his body.

     `It's not a bad cock you've got here Richard,' I said as I was gently
moving my hand up and down the short length of it. `It must get big when
you need some relief,' I said, feeling it start to respond to my hand
movements on it. When it was up and sticking out from his groin was when I
poured some water from a bottle I had filled earlier, down over that and
his balls to wash off the soap suds.

     `I understand that you've wanted Stephen to suck on this?' I said as I
had my hand under his erection. `But he wouldn't until you'd had this
bath.' He nodded, his face somewhat flushed at me knowing this. `Has
anybody ever sucked on you?'

     `N...no,' he stuttered.

     `Would you like me to be the first, having washed you clean enough?' I
asked in a low voice.

     `Y...yes please Parson,' he said, stuttering again as he saw me lick
my lips. So ignoring Stephen who had been sitting on the toilet seat the
whole time that I had been washing Richard, bent my head and took the head
of Richard's cock into my mouth.

     He gave out a gasp as he felt the heat there and I felt him tremble as
I managed to get my tongue down between the foreskin and the bare flesh. He
gave out a groan at this and more shudders as I began to suck and tease him
with my tongue and teeth. It didn't take long with my doing this as my hand
was moving up and down on the base of his shaft before his body stiffened
and him come with quite some force into my mouth. There was quite a load
that he pumped out to fill my mouth and give me an erection on my own at
having him come like this.

     He gave out another groan when I took my head up off of him and
swallowed his sperm and finished off by licking him clean. He gave me a
sickly smile as I got up from my knees and put a towel round his shoulders
and lifted him up out of the bath.

     `You not having a bath?' I said to Stephen as I began to rub Richard
down.

     `I'm not getting into that dirty water,' he said rather indignantly,
and I looked and saw that the water was almost black.

     `Don't blame you,' I said with a grin. `It's as bad as when you had
your first bath,' and laughed.

     `It weren't as dirty as that,' he cried. `But what about us now that
we can't have a bath?' he said with a pout. `I've got a steaming hard on at
watching you suck on him,' this being said rather petulantly.

     `Okay,' I said with a theatrical sigh. `Pull it out and I'll go down
on you too,' I said, passing the towel to Richard to finish off his drying
as I turned, watching Stephen's cock come out of his trousers, hard,
upright and rigid. It was also throbbing I felt as I took him into my mouth
and sucked on him as well as giving him a gentle chew. It was with similar
sounds as that of Richard he gave as I kept moving my hand on him till he
came to my sucking and had him erupt in my mouth.

     It was like nectar and there not being much different in taste between
the two of them as I ran it round my mouth before swallowing it. I got him
up from the toilet seat and stood him up as I then turned round and dropped
my trousers before sitting down, letting my own throbbing cock now stand
out proud from beneath the end of my shirt.

     `Wow! It's big,' said Richard in a voice full of awe at seeing, I
think, his first sight of a fully grown man's erect cock.

     `Well I've sucked on you two, so which one of you is going to suck on
mine?' I asked, looking at the pair of them. Stephen still stuffing his
prick away while Richard was still naked and holding the towel, his eyes
wide.

     `Well, seeing as you sucked on his first, I think he should,' Stephen
said somewhat magnanimously, and followed up with a rider. `If he can
manage yours, he'll have no trouble on sucking mine later tonight.'

     `You'll suck on me tonight then?' Richard asked of Stephen.

     `Yes, now that you're clean down there, but I want to see you suck on
the Parson first,' he said with a wicked smile at seeing the look on
Richard's face as he once again looked at the steaming head of my cock.

     `I...I don't know if I'll be able to manage it,' he said in a
trembling voice.

     `Of course you will,' Stephen said quite forcefully. `If I can do it,
so can you. You'll enjoy it I can guarantee,' he said taking the towel from
his hands and giving him a push towards me.

     `Breathe through your nose and be gently with the teeth,' he said, now
pushing him down onto his knees in front of me, `and hold the base of it
with your hand as you rub it.'

     It was with a shaky hand that he took hold of my cock, his hand quite
hot, and with a lick of his lips, bent his head and took mine into his
mouth. There wasn't much room in his small mouth but he bravely held it
there as I could hear him breathing heavily through his nose as he sucked
on me.

     What joy it was to have a tyro on the end of my knob, trying his best
to please me, knowing that he would later have Stephen sucking on him. I
put my hands gently onto his head and ruffled his damp hair.

     `Stop sucking now and hold my cock firmly,' I said to him, `and don't
try and swallow it as I come. Wait till I've finished otherwise you'll
choke yourself.'

     I now held his head firmly between my hands and began to face fuck
him, enjoying doing this to him and soon began to spend my load into his
mouth. The silly sod had held his breath as I fucked him this way for he
was a bright red when I'd finished and pulled out for him to try and
swallow as he wanted to take in air at the same time. He managed it but
finished up in a coughing fit, Stephen slapping on the back till he'd
stopped.

     `Fucking hell!' Richard exclaimed when he was able to speak.  `There
was a bloody lot there,' but he still was able to give me a big grin as he
licked his lips.

     `You haven't finished yet,' Stephen said. `You've got to lick the
Parson clean before the job's done.'

     Richard was quick to take hold of me again and begin to lick all over
the head of my cock.

     `And under the foreskin too,' Stephen added.

     Time was running against us now with having to take so long in the
scrubbing of Richard, so I was having to forego the fucking of either of
them this night and let Stephen help Richard get dressed in clean clothes
as I put myself away and saw to the emptying of the filthy bath water. With
the water out and them dressed, I sat back down on the toilet seat and
pulled them both over to stand either side of me as I put my arms round
their waists and hugged them close to me.

     `Now you be a good boy to Stephen tonight and thank him for giving up
his bath for you,' I said to Richard. `And good news for you Stephen. Well
both of you really, for Mrs Brown has agreed to letting me have you along
on Thursday nights now if you would like another bath.'

     `That's fucking great Parson!' Stephen exclaimed. `In your bedroom
too?' I laughed and hugged him again.

     `Yes, if we don't dally too long in our bathing.'

     `We don't finish work till seven for our dinner. Will half past be
okay?' he asked.

     `Fine,' I said, releasing them and standing up. `Now it's time to see
you home for you to get to bed and have some fun. But remember this,' I
said in a rather stern voice. `What we do here in the Parsonage, you
mustn't ever tell anyone else what we do here, for it could cause trouble
for all of us. Then we wouldn't be able to have the fun we get, now could
we?' They both grinned at each other at this and agreed to keep mum and we
went out and down-stairs for me to put on my top coat and collect my cane
before seeing them off to where they had their beds.

     I was not accosted this evening either, but I was on the Thursday
night which I will come to in due time.

                                                           *

     Mother, through her tête-à-têtes with Grace at her tea
parties, learned that it was the birthday of Grace on this coming Thursday,
so the day before, I went out and bought her a small gift.

     Evensong on Wednesday was never a long one and Morgan was as excited
as he was every week when we went up to my bedroom afterwards. To mother,
it was just for us to have man to man talks, though it was more of sweet
endearments, mostly from Morgan as we made love to each other. Though the
word love is too strong a word for me. It was Morgan who spoke of love in
our weekly joining of our bodies but to me, it was just pure lust in the
need of having a male organ pushed up into my rear and to do the same to
the other partner.

     After our hour or so of fucking and sucking each other, we would get
dressed and have one last kiss before he left to go home to his lonely
lodgings.

                                                           *

     At the following day's tea party, I wished Grace a Happy Birthday and
gave her the gift and I actually got a kiss on the cheek for this. My first
kiss from a woman apart from the parental peck from my mother. I also got a
second one when she opened the box and saw the string of imitation pearls,
I couldn't afford to buy real ones. She positively bubbled while I was in
the same state of euphoria but in relation to having the two boys over that
coming evening. After tea, I escorted her home and got another kiss on the
cheek as she thanked me for her present.

                                                           *