Date: Mon, 14 Apr 2014 14:30:28 -0700 (PDT) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Davey's Family Holidays: Davey's Sunrise Services (gay/incest) This is adult FICTION. It is not intended to encourage or condone any similar activities in the real world. It is merely ENTERTAINMENT. Don't read it if you're not old enough for this stuff, if m/m stories offend you, or if you're not interested in grown sons fucking around with their dads and other grown men. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for, here it is... DAVEY'S SUNRISE SERVICES I'd never been all that thrilled about going to church, but it did make Mom happy when I accompanied her. She liked to show off me to all the other church ladies, and they thought I was a model son. Little did they know that the main reason I had suddenly become a regular churchgoer was that I'd discovered I could occasionally slip away during the sermon and have a quick fuck-and-or-suck session with Mr. Wilson, my calculus teacher, in the basement restroom. Of course, Mom was annoyed when I kept disappearing during the services, so I finally started sitting at the back of the church for the sermons. Mr. Wilson always gave me a big grin when he entered the church with his wife and saw me sitting there with my innocent churchgoing face. He knew there was a good chance he could be fucking his cock into that face before the sermon was finished. ***** On one Sunday, I was so engrossed in sucking Mr. Wilson's cock and fingering his asshole that I completely lost track of time while we were in the restroom. Suddenly, I was conscious of noises from other people entering the church basement. "Hurry up, Davey!" Mr. Wilson hissed. I removed his cock from my mouth and began rapidly jacking his shaft for all my wrist was worth. "Oh yeah," he moaned as quietly as he could. "Get ready." I felt Mr. Wilson's shaft expand slightly in my flying fist, and I knew he was about to give me a mouthful of his hot cum. I leaned forward so my open mouth was only a couple inches away from his bright red cock head. "Give it to me," I whispered. "Oh god," Mr. Wilson grunted, and I knew my reward was only seconds away. Unfortunately, someone jiggled the doorknob at that moment, and I reflexively turned to look at the door. "Is someone in there?" Reverend Hay called politely as the first load of Mr. Wilson's cum splattered onto my cheek. "Just a second!" I called before quickly turning my face back to Mr. Wilson's cock and wrapping my lips around the head so no more precious cum could escape. I sucked hard and stroked the cock shaft firmly to force all of Mr. Wilson's cum into my mouth. I eagerly devoured all I could before standing up and turning to the sink. I saw the cum on my cheek and quickly wiped it into my mouth. I savored the taste as I quickly washed my hands and even splashed a bit of water on my cheek before grabbing some paper towels to dry up. "Give me a second," Mr. Wilson hissed before stepping into the cubicle. I waited until I saw his feet turn around so he could sit on the toilet, and then I unlocked the door. Reverend Hay was standing there impatiently. I smiled when it dawned on me that he was the one person who couldn't skip the sermon and go have a piss, no matter how desperate the situation became. "Sorry," I said. "It's all yours. Well, the urinal is. Mr. Wilson's in the toilet." A look that combined traces of surprise and confusion crossed Reverend Hay's face as he quickly looked me up and down. "Excuse me," I said, slipping past him. I walked a few steps away and then looked over my shoulder to find Reverend Hay still standing in the restroom doorway and looking after me. When he saw me look back, he quickly ducked inside the restroom and closed the door. The strange looks that Reverend Hay had given me made me a bit self-conscious, so I looked down and discovered that between shooting cum on my cheek and shooting cum into my mouth, Mr. Wilson had shot a few streaks of cum onto my shirt. Trying not to attract the attention of the few chatting churchgoers who were hanging around, I hurried to the kitchen area on the far side of the basement. I grabbed a few paper towels, wiped the cum off my shirt, wet the towels with water, and wiped my shirt again. "What have you been doing now?" my mother asked sternly from behind me. Confident that my shirt was free of all cum evidence, even if the fabric was soaking wet, I tossed the paper towels in the trash, turned to Mom, and said, "I needed a drink of water and spilled some on my shirt." "I can't take you anywhere," she replied, shaking her head. "Sorry, I'll go outside where it will dry faster." Before my mother could object, I rushed back across the basement. "Thanks, Davey," Mr. Wilson said when I passed him as he emerged from the restroom. "Any time," I replied with a wink as I continued to make my escape. ***** When Easter Sunday rolled around the following week, I tried to convince my mother that I didn't really feel like going to church. For one, I wanted to give Reverend Hay a little longer to forget what he might have thought he'd seen on my shirt the previous week. And two, it was a special sunrise service that meant we had to get ready for church at an ungodly hour. Not only did Mom silence each of my many objections, but she insisted that Dad go to church as well. He had a few objections of his own, but he finally gave in to Mom's demand. Then the fight began over what we had to wear. Mom insisted on this special occasion that Dad and I wear suits and ties. Those discussions lasted for quite a while, but Mom ultimately had her way in that as well. Of course, by that point, we were running late and had to hurry. All the way to church, all I could think about was how hot Dad looked in a suit and how I wanted to be on my knees sucking his cock while he was still fully clothed in that suit. When we got to the church, Mom hurried inside to chat with her friends, so I had a few seconds alone on the lawn with Dad to tell him what he was doing to me. "You like your old man all dressed up, do you?" he laughed. "Oh yeah," I whispered back. "There's something so hot about the idea of a reserved, button-downed, necktied man feeding me his cock. We have to try it sometime." "You horny little fucker," Dad mumbled, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. "We'll see what we can do." "Hey, Davey, glad to see you," Mr. Wilson called out as he emerged from the church and crossed to stand with Dad and me. "How are you doing, Shawn?" he asked Dad casually. "Fine, Lance. How about you?" "Okay, looking for a few good men," Mr. Wilson said with a wink. "Aren't we all?" Dad laughed. "I know I am," I confirmed. "Well, I need a couple strong guys to help me move the podium out here on the lawn for Reverend Hay," Mr. Wilson clarified. "Then you'll be needing me," Porter, my boyfriend, said as he joined our little group. "I'm sure you could handle it all on your own," Dad said. "But I think Davey would prefer you save your energy for later." "Definitely," I agreed. "What are you doing here anyway?" I asked Porter. "Don't you have a mass or something?" "Later," Porter responded. "Just checking out what the heathens are getting up to first," he added with a laugh. "Well, let's get to it, then" Mr. Wilson ordered. "That podium won't move itself." ***** Reverend Hay was standing by the podium at the front of the church when our small gathering made it through the crowd of gossiping women. "I've managed to find a few willing volunteers," Mr. Wilson said. "I appreciate your help," Reverend Hay said to our group, but his gaze seemed to focus on me. I tried to ignore it, but I was suddenly uncomfortable. "No problem," Dad said. "We'll have this moved for you in two shakes of a--" "Dad," I said to interrupt what I thought Dad might be going to say. "I think Porter and I can carry it if you and Mr. Wilson clear the way." "You're in charge, Son." The podium was large, but it was hollow inside, so it weighed almost nothing. It had definitely been created more for show than for functionality. Porter and I easily tipped it over and picked it up with him at one end and me at the other. I happened to look at Reverend Hay before we started down the aisle, and he was still staring at me. I gave him a nervous smile, and then our little entourage started off. Dad led the way, and Mr. Wilson followed, probably just so he could look at my ass. ***** "That's good," Mr. Wilson said, as Porter and I put the podium down on the lawn. It faced the church, so the sun would eventually be coming up behind Reverend Hay's back. If his sermon didn't dazzle the congregation, the sun would. I looked at the church and saw Reverend Hay standing in the doorway. The moment he saw me seeing him, he ducked back inside. "Is it my imagination, or is Reverend Hay giving me some strange looks?" I asked. "Probably just appreciating the view," Dad laughed. "I know I am," Porter agreed. "Well," Mr. Wilson said nervously. "He knows about last Sunday?" "What?!" I was shocked. "He knows for sure I was giving you a blowjob?" "What?" Dad and Porter asked with the same shock, although both of them were quickly laughing as well. "That's my boy," Dad added. Reassured that the conversation was open, Mr. Wilson continued. "He came in the restroom and confronted me about the cum on your shirt. I said I didn't know what he was talking about, but that didn't last long. He said he couldn't help his congregation if he didn't know what was going on." "I'll bet the details gave him a big hardon," Dad said slyly. "Well, he was certainly listening intently," Mr. Wilson said. "But no hardon." "Oh," Dad uttered with obvious surprise. "From what I hear, he wouldn't get hard no matter how turned on he was by your encounter with Davey," Porter said. "What? Why?" I asked, slightly offended. "He's right," Mr. Wilson confirmed. "Meaning?" Dad asked. "Charlie, down at the dealership, was bragging a month or two ago that he was servicing the reverend's wife more often than he was servicing their car," Porter said. "Seems she claimed her husband couldn't get it up. Hasn't been able to for years." "That's what my wife says as well," Mr. Wilson said. "About the reverend," he quickly added with a laugh. "That's the gossip she's heard." "I'll bet Davey could get that cock up," Dad laughed. "If anyone could, Davey could," Mr. Wilson agreed, "but I don't think even he could." "Better save your energy for those of us who can appreciate your efforts," Porter laughed. "I bet I can get him off," I said, defending my reputation. "What do you bet me?" The three men stood looking at me silently, and then they looked at each other. "Are you sure he's really impotent?" Dad finally asked. "Well, I haven't tried his cock's functionality myself," Mr. Wilson laughed, "but that's definitely the word." "Okay, if that's the case," Dad said, "you're on, Davey. What's the bet?" The negotiations went on for a while before we finally agreed on terms. If I could get Reverend Hay to shoot a load of cum, the three of them would chip in for a vacation of my choice during the summer. And if I couldn't get Reverend Hay's cock to respond, I had to go the entire summer without sex, while they took turns satisfying each other in front of me whenever they felt like it. "How long does he have?" Dad finally asked, to establish the time limit. "This time next Sunday," Mr. Wilson suggested. "Sounds fair," Porter agreed. "Then I'd better get started," I said with a twinkle in my eye. "See you later." And with that, I walked around the podium and crawled inside. It was a tight fit, but I managed it. I just hoped it wasn't going to be a long sermon. I was also counting on the reverend's discretion no matter what happened. "Damn, Son," Dad laughed, as the three of them came around the podium to look at me squeezed into that small space. "You've got nerve." "I never doubted that," Mr. Wilson said with a smile as he shook his head. "Let's go, men," Dad finally ordered. "We don't want to attract anyone else's attention to Davey's plan." "Later, Davey," Porter said, and the three of them disappeared from my view. "Have you seen Davey?" I heard Mom ask a little while later. "He's around someplace," Dad replied casually. ***** A few minutes later, when my legs were starting to get a bit stiff and I was rethinking the decision to start the cocksucking challenge so soon, Reverend Hay stepped up to the podium. "Brothers and Sisters," he started, "I'm pleased to see so many of you at our sunrise Easter service to celebrate the resurrection of Our Lord." Well, I figured there was no time like the present to start my own attempt at resurrection, so I tentatively reached out and placed my hand softly on the bulge in Reverend Hay's suit trousers. There was a momentary pause before he stepped back slightly and looked down to discover me in the podium. I licked my lips suggestively and gave him a wink. Reverend Hay paused for an additional moment. I'm sure the thoughts were flying through his brain. Humiliate me and ruin the service by revealing my presence? Or just charge on through, knowing that nothing would happen because of the impotence factor, and chastise me later? I'm sure that Dad, Porter, and Mr. Wilson knew what this pause was about and were all holding their breath. I could just imagine the grins that spread across their faces when Reverend Hay stepped close to the podium again and resumed his sermon. Careful not to surprise him again or cause a break in the flow of his sermon, I rested my hand lightly on Reverend Hay's crotch. He was definitely packing a nice-sized cock that had no business going to waste. I was hoping that the impotence claim was wrong and all he needed was the right man to stimulate his imagination, but there was no stiffening to indicate that that was the situation. It was definitely going to take more work if I was going to win this bet. Each time the reverend paused between sentences, I gave his cock a gentle squeeze. The pauses increased in length slightly, but his cock didn't. This was going to take a more hands-on approach, so I slowly and quietly unzipped the reverend's trousers. I didn't want to give him a shock, so I brought my hand to my mouth and breathed on it for a while to warm it up. I then snaked my warm hand through the zipper opening of Reverend Hay's trousers and through the loose opening in his boxer shorts. In no time at all, I had his cock in my hand, but it unfortunately continued to refuse to stiffen. I burrowed deeper into his boxers in search of his balls. I lightly ran my fingers through the hair on his balls and through the dense growth of pubes around the base of his cock. Still no response. Moving on to the next stage, I gently maneuvered the head of Reverend Hay's cock out of his trousers and then pulled out the full length of the shaft. My suspicions were confirmed that even soft, it was an impressive-sized cock. I quickly reached back in and pulled his balls forward so they were dangling out of the front of his boxers and trousers as well. An ample amount of thick red pubes spilled out of the opening to surround the cock and balls. I hesitated when the reverend's latest pause extended well beyond the length of any other pause in his sermon so far. Holding my breath, I finally began to run my fingers over the shaft of his exposed cock, and a moment later he continued his sermon. I let out my breath, wrapped my fingers around the soft shaft, and started gently tugging and squeezing his cock. My eyes dropped to focus on the balls below the limp cock I was handling. The balls were hanging low, in a loose sac that was covered with fine red hair. I leaned forward and licked the left ball, matting down the hair. I then sucked that ball into my mouth and closed my lips around the skin to create a tight seal. I ran my tongue all over the surface of that ball while pretending it was my own special Easter egg. I definitely wanted it to be a cream-filled one, but unfortunately, the persistently soft cock was telling me I was going to be disappointed. I let the spit-soaked ball slide out of my mouth, and then I sucked its partner into my warm, welcoming hole in its place. Again, I licked this treasured Easter egg all over while sucking like I could extract the cream directly from the source. I couldn't help myself when the sudden urge to possess both of those balls flashed into my head. I opened my jaw as wide as possible and just managed to suck in the second ball as well. My lips closed on the skin behind them, and I used my tongue to twist the balls around and make them fall over and over each other. I stopped focusing on the soft cock that I continued to stroke, and there didn't sound like there was any change in Reverend Hay's delivery of his sermon. No shortness of breath. No quickening of his speech. Nothing. Time for the direct approach. I let the spit-covered balls slip from my mouth one at a time. I gave them a final quick all-over tongue bath, and then I buried my tongue in the red pubes at the base of the reverend's cock. The base flesh was thick and firm, but naturally, not from anything I was doing. I licked slowly along the soft red shaft until I reached the foreskin-covered head. Rather than shoving the skin back, I wrapped my lips around the foreskin and experimented on trying to suck the cock head out of its hiding place. Only after I managed to suck Reverend Hay's cock head from within his foreskin did I use my hand to pull the foreskin back to expose the cock to the warmth of my wet mouth. I continued to suck more and more of the soft cock into my mouth. I was loving the texture and the flavor, but there was no noticeable response as far as any stiffening of the reverend's cock was concerned. Still, even in its soft state, I had to admit that Reverend Hay's cock was a mouthful. It would be a real throat choker if I succeeded in winning my bet, and I had to have it. None of my usual tricks was working. With any other man, my mouth would have been full of cum by that point. I wasn't discouraged though. If anything, I was more determined than ever. While I continued to suckle on the soft cock and massage the balls with my left hand, I thought about what else I could possibly do to get a response from the reverend's cock. When it dawned on me how wet my hand was becoming from fondling the spit-covered balls, I had one final idea. I continued to suck on the reverend's cock, but as I did, I slowly worked my wet hand under the balls and deeper into the reverend's trousers. It was a tight fit, and I did feel him shifting uncomfortably, but I continued to make my way to the promised land. When my finger finally flicked across the reverend's ass pucker, he suddenly had a coughing fit. I paused a moment for him to recover, which he did fairly quickly, and when he began to speak again, I pressed on until my middle finger penetrated his asshole. Reverend Hay's voice trembled slightly, but he continued on. I continued on as well, forcing my finger deeper into his ass and exploring to find his prostate. When his legs suddenly quivered and almost gave way, I knew I'd hit the target. He took a very long pause between sentences this time, and I paused to let him recover. When he resumed his sermon, I began my digital massage of his prostate. His voice wavered again, but he continued. I guess most of the congregation just thought he was being moved by the Spirit. My eyes widened as I finally felt something begin to move, and it wasn't the Spirit. Reverend Hay's cock was finally responding to my digital stimulation of his prostate. His cock grew so quickly that my mouth was overwhelmed and I had to back off to keep from choking, which would have giving the whole game away. I could also feel the reverend's balls tightening up where they had previously laid slack over my wrist. Sweet precum began to seep out onto my tongue, and I lapped it up. I even delved deep into the reverend's piss slit in a desperate search for more of his delicious precum. I continued to massage his prostate as my tongue worked his growing cock head. With my free hand, I began to squeeze his balls gently, trying to stir up that cream filling. I could feel the reverend's legs quivering, but he somehow managed to maintain his steady speaking voice, even if it had stepped up the scale a notch. "Oh, God," Reverend Hay suddenly shouted. "We are so grateful for the gift of your only begotten son," he continued. I imagined him looking right at Dad when he said it and my proud dad grinning back at him. I increased my pressure on his prostate to signal that I was enjoying our union as much as he was. The reverend began rocking his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and out of my mouth. I opened my jaw and relaxed my throat to allow his now rock-hard cock to burrow deeper and deeper into me. There was no chance of choking now that I knew what I was getting. I was enjoying the feeling that long, thick cock sliding in and out of my throat. As Reverend Hay's speaking voice grew louder and more filled with praise, I knew he was enjoying my oral service. I could feel the reverend's balls tightening up in my palm, his ass was clamping tighter on my probing finger, and his shaft was growing even thicker and longer. He was getting ready to blow. There was no denying it, and I couldn't wait. "Oh, God! He is risen! He is risen! OH GOD, our Lord has cum! He has CUM!" Reverend Hay roared. The rising sun was dazzling in the sky behind the reverend and almost certainly blinded his congregation to the contortions that rippled across his face as he began to unload blast after blast of his holy seed into my mouth. His hips thrust violently and drove the cum deep into my throat as his ass spasmed on my finger and nearly ripped it off. The congregation broke into spontaneous praise. They were so moved by Reverend Hay's own devotion and example. As the reverend caught his breath, I eased my finger out of his ass and slowly slid it under his balls and out of his trousers. One of his shirttails was now sticking out of the zipper opening, so I quickly grabbed it and wiped my finger clean. I continued to suckle on his softening cock as he returned to his calm breathing rate. I gave Reverend Hay's cock one last suck to make sure it was nice and clean and to get every drop of holy cum that I could, and then I let the soft cock slip from my mouth. I licked my lips as I cautiously tucked the reverend's cock and balls back in his boxers, and then I zipped up the front of his trousers. I gave his crotch a soft pat to signal that we were all finished, and then I relaxed back into the podium to recover from my exertions. "And now," Reverend Hay said calmly, "if you'll all join me in the church basement, we will continue to celebrate this miraculous day with a hearty pancake breakfast." It wasn't long before I could hear the congregation moving into the church. I almost laughed out loud when I saw the reverend reach down and casually run his hand all over the front of his trousers. He was obviously trying to make sure that no stray cum would give him away like it had given me away the Sunday before. "Thank you," the reverend muttered under his breath as he stepped back away from the podium. I just grinned my own appreciation for the private breakfast that he'd just fed to me. He paused for a moment and then walked out of sight. I was left alone to admire the beautiful sunrise and wonder when I'd get another chance at the reverend. Given the way he'd responded to my prostate massage, he was certain to be a good fuck. In the meantime, I just waited for everyone else to go into the church. I couldn't afford being caught crawling out of the podium at this point. ***** "I wonder where they're going," Porter said between bites of pancake in the church basement. I followed the direction of his nod and saw Dad and Mr. Wilson walking up the stairs. They were followed by Reverend Hay, who gave a quick nervous look around before disappearing after them. "Let's find out," I said as I quickly put down my plate, headed across the room, and followed the men up the stairs. "That was some sermon you preached, Reverend," I heard Dad say as Porter and I neared the top of the stairs. "Quite a finish," Mr. Wilson chuckled. "Thank you," the reverend said nervously. "Tell me something," Dad continued, dropping his arm around Reverend Hay's shoulder. I stopped Porter in the shadows at the top of the stairs. "Was Davey's service as good as yours?" "What?" Reverend Hay ejaculated with shock as he quickly stepped back out of Dad's reach. "We had a little bet," Dad said, "and we need you to settle it." "Davey bet he could take care of your little problem," Mr. Wilson said with a huge smile. "Your softness problem." "I..." Reverend Hay looked like a deer caught in headlights. "You bet your ass I won the bet," I said proudly as I stepped into view and Porter followed me. "Where's the evidence?" Dad asked coyly. "Well, I had a mouthful of cum, but I swallowed it." "Sorry, Son," Dad said with false sympathy. "No evidence, no vacation." "Come on, Reverend," I begged. "Tell them. They bet me an amazing summer vacation that I couldn't suck you off." "You bet...?" The reverend trailed of into stunned silence. "We're all men, so we know what it's like to be in your position," Dad said. "Well, I've never had that problem, but we all know it can happen. Davey just wanted to help you out. The bet was a bonus." "Come on, Joseph," Mr. Wilson said softly to the reverend. "It's our little secret. But if Davey did help you out, do you really want to do him out of the vacation he earned?" There was a long pause before Reverend Hay finally said softly and with obvious discomfort, "He earned it." "Told you," I said proudly. "And I'll do it again any time you want, Reverend," I offered with a smile. "And if he's not around, I will," Mr. Wilson added with a smile. "Or me," Porter volunteered. "Or me," Dad added. "I may not come to church regularly, but I sure like to taste cum regularly." "We could form our own little 'bible study' group," Mr. Wilson suggested. "Well, when you put it that way," Reverend Hay said cautiously, but it was obvious that he was quickly coming around to the idea of playing with a few men in his congregation. It was also obvious that just the thought of man-on-man sex was now enough to get his cock growing. He apparently got past the repression and guilt very quickly once the floodgates were opened. "I have Thursday evenings free," he added with a smile and a quick grope at his crotch. "Yes!" we all shouted together. "What are you men up to?" Mom asked as she and a couple other ladies emerged at the top of the stairs. "Just getting ready to go hide some Easter eggs," Dad said with a laugh. "Oh no you don't," Mom replied. "The ladies and I will hide the eggs ourselves. You men go find something else to do. There's still plenty to eat downstairs." "Thanks, Mom," I said with a smile. "I'd much rather eat some more." I couldn't believe I'd said that with a straight face, but I managed it. The other men had even more trouble keeping themselves from laughing, but Dad quickly herded us back down the stairs. "Me first," Dad said, as he pulled me toward the basement restroom. "Me second," Mr. Wilson said quickly. "Me third," Porter said. We all stopped and looked at Reverend Hay. He looked at each of us in turn, but he certainly spent a longer time staring at my dad, who put his arm around my waist and pulled me close. "You?" the reverend asked softly. "Got a problem with that?" Dad asked defensively. "I don't think so," I said with a grin and a tilt of my head toward Reverend Hay's growing bulge. "Fourth?" "Me fourth," Reverend Hay said softly as he licked his lips. "Good," I said, grabbing Dad's hand and dragging him into the restroom. I didn't get any more pancakes that morning, but I sure got plenty of cum to eat from Dad, Mr. Wilson, and Porter. I was glad that my dad went first. It turned out to be even hotter than I thought it would be to suck off Dad while he was wearing his suit and tie. He also seemed to really enjoy the sight of his own son wearing a suit and tie, kneeling on the restroom floor, and sucking on daddy's cock. He sure produced a huge amount of cum for me to swallow anyway. Mr. Wilson's loads and Porter's loads were smaller in comparison but no less delicious. When Reverend Hay finally entered the restroom, he locked the door and took out his cock, which was well on its way to stiffness. "How would you like to try something else?" I asked coyly as I stood up. "What?" he replied uncertainly. "Well, you seemed to enjoy having my finger up your ass earlier." "Yeeeees," he agreed, nervously drawing out the single syllable. "Well, I think you'd enjoy having this up there as well," I said, groping the front of my trousers." "You mean...?" "Your prostate enjoyed being massaged by my finger. Imagine how much more it will enjoy being massaged by my cock." Reverend Hay paused for what seemed like a long time. He looked back over his shoulder at the locked door. He bit his bottom lip. "Okay," he said, turning around to face the door before unfastening his trousers and letting them fall to the floor. "I'm in your hands." "Oh yeah," I sighed, looking at all that white skin covered with freckles and those tight firm butt cheeks. "Bend over." The reverend moaned softly when I stepped forward and dragged my fingers between his cheeks. "Like that, do you?" "Yes, yes," he hissed. "Well, I would normally eat that luscious ass of yours to get you ready, but we'd better make this quick." "Whatever you want," he replied eagerly, reaching back to spread his cheeks for me. I unzipped my trousers and let my hard cock spring free. It had been leaking freely while I was sucking the earlier cocks so the head and shaft and my underwear were all well coated with precum. I gathered some precum on my fingers and applied it to the reverend's ass. He shivered at my first touch but moaned as I worked my fingers into him. I gathered up some more precum and spread it all around his pucker before pressing my fingers inside again. "I would normally use more lube..." "Just fuck me!" the reverend hissed, and I knew he was ready. "You've got it," I said, stepping forward and pressing my cock head against his pink flexing pucker. "Oh," he moaned when my cock popped into his tight ass. I paused for a moment to let him relax and catch his breath, but time wasn't on our side, so I soon began to press forward. I was amazed at how smoothly my cock glided into his ass. "Have you done this before?" I asked, unable to hide my surprise. "Years ago," he grunted. "Before I was married." "Good," I said, "then there's no need to take it easy." "Just fuck me, Davey. Fuck me," he hissed. I grabbed his hips firmly and began to give him the fucking he was begging for. I slammed him hard, impaling him all the way on my cock with each thrust. He was groaning with pleasure. I smiled as I heard Dad, Mr. Wilson, and Porter raise the volume of their conversation to cover the noise we were obviously making. After a morning of sucking, though, I was desperate to get off, so I didn't let up on the reverend's ass at all. He was getting the fuck of his life, and he knew it. I also knew how horny he was when his ass started gripping me fiercely and his breath became ragged. "Are you ready, Reverend," I asked for confirmation. "Oh yeah, Davey. I'm ready. Are you?" "Cumming right up," I laughed as I redoubled my fucking efforts. My cock was sliding so smoothly in and out of the reverend's ass that it was driving me crazy. Well, it was certainly driving me over the edge. "I'm cumming, Rev." "Oh, me too," he hissed. I felt his ass flex on my cock, and I knew he was producing another load of cream. I was just sorry it would be spraying all over the floor instead of into my mouth. However, I closed my eyes to visualize the reverend's cum shooting into my greedy mouth, and that flipped my own switch. I tried to silence my moans of pleasure as my cock began to flex and shoot my seed into the reverend's ass. Load after load after load of hot teen cum coated the inside of Reverend Hay's ass chute. As the reverend and I tried to regain our senses, I heard laughter outside the door. "Thanks, Davey," the reverend muttered as he started to pull up his trousers. "Wait a second," I said, grabbing some toilet paper and quickly wiping his ass. "There." "Thanks," he repeated as he pulled up his trousers and turned to face me. "I needed that." "Any time," I said, grabbing some more paper to wipe my cock. "You might want to clean up the floor a bit," I added, nodding toward his pool of cum in front of the door. "Oh yes," he said. He grabbed some toilet paper and quickly wiped up his cum as if it was just so much spilled milk. When the restroom was all clean and our clothes were all straightened up, we opened the door to find the basement deserted except for Dad, Mr. Wilson, and Porter. "Where'd everyone go?" I asked innocently. "Fortunately for you, Rev," Dad said with a laugh, "the ladies announced the Easter egg hunt right after you went inside." "Otherwise," Mr. Wilson added with a laugh, "your entire congregation would have found out just how much their reverend enjoyed getting fucked by Davey Robinson." "Oh no," Reverend Hay said with obvious horror. "Oh yes," Porter laughed. "Don't worry," Dad said, dropping his arm around the reverend's shoulder. "No harm, no foul. Next time you want to enjoy Davey's talents, though, you might try somewhere more private, or at least somewhere more soundproof." "Private or not," I said, "there better just be a next time." "I think I can guarantee that, Davey," Reverend Hay said. The men broke out laughing, and the reverend looked around sheepishly. "Relax, Rev," Dad said. "We're all hooked on Davey's services, and they're not limited to just once a week like yours are." "We can thank God for that," Reverend Hay said with a grin. "Now, we'd better join the Easter egg hunt before we're missed. "Well, thanks to you four, I've already had all the cream-filled eggs I need for one Easter," I laughed. "And I should be heading to mass," Porter said casually. "I don't want to keep Father Bernard waiting." Porter wiggled a suggestive eyebrow and headed upstairs. "I think I'll have to have a talk with Father Bernard," the reverend said, and we all started laughing. Still, in the back of my mind, I made a mental note to ask Porter for more information about that priest of his the next time we met. ------------------- Hope you enjoyed this latest holiday celebration. Always play SAFE in the real world; you never know where that thing has been! Also, if your religious sensibilities have been offended by this story, keep it to yourself. ;) Don't forget that Nifty needs your donations to help provide these stories for your entertainment and relief: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. For other stories by this author, check out www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#hotfordads.