Date: Fri, 29 Sep 2000 11:37:23 GMT From: Philip Burbidge Subject: The English Boy 22 (incest: MM/t) This is, ostensibly, the story of the sexual relationship between teenage boys and their fathers, other members of their families and itinerant horny adults. It is an adult's fantasy looking back to a mythical past where he finds emotional and sexual satisfaction between his father's legs and those of most of his male relatives. It graphically describes sexual acts between family members, which are pure invention - though grounded in personal experience and wishful-thinking. It is an adult's story for adults. The 'boys' included in the story throughout are, in fact 'disguised' adults (i.e. me!) who fantasize about regressing to our early teens with what we know now! It comes, therefore, with all the usual warnings. It is not the author's intention to incite or commend incest or sex with minors. So if such material is likely to offend your sensibilities, is illegal where you live, or you are yourself under age, do not read further. I welcome comments, observations and suggestions to which I will gladly reply, especially from those who have similar tastes. Thanks to all who have sent messages, particularly the loyal band who offer their thoughts and comments as each new chapter appears. philip255@hotmail.com Chapter 22 'Getting to grips with the priesthood' Part 2 Alex was working in London all the following day, organising the various family trips to far-flung parts of the world. The incident with Peter, then Joseph and Father Padraig had pushed the impending excursion to the back of Philip's mind. But he was still irritatingly intrigued as to what it was all in aid of. His father was as enigmatic as ever, but suggested that his horny son's lust for family cock and the cause of incest in general was likely to be furthered by this new audacious enterprise. Philip caught the bus into town and arrived at the presbytery at 3.45. He waited for Mrs Robbins to leave before nonchalantly sauntering up the path and knocking on the door. Padraig let him in and the door was barely closed before their hands were on each others' cocks. They kissed and groped and fondled one another for several minutes before the priest led him upstairs. "Is Father Hugh in?" asked Philip nervously remembering that two priests lived in the house. "Yes, but it's okay. Don't worry about him." Philip felt himself swept up in the priest's strong arms and carried along a broad wood- panelled corridor. Obviously, Father Padraig's guilt had evaporated and he had decided he might as well be hung for a sheep as for a lamb. He was taken into a big room with a high ceiling with a very large, high brass bed in the centre. He was plonked on the bed and immediately the priest clambered on top of him, pressed a knee between his legs, forcing them apart and began to grope his crotch and kiss his mouth aggressively. Father Padraig had his lust up! They ripped each other's clothes off and were soon stark naked and writhing around on the bed. Philip sucked the priest's juicy hard cock enthusiastically and thrust his bum in the air exposing his arsehole to let it be known that he was hungry for cock in that orifice too. Padraig rubbed his hands roughly over the boy's body, sending thrilling shock waves through his body. He paid special attention to the boy's bum, his genitals and his face around which he aggressively wiped his cummy cock, leaving strands of precum on his pretty face. Without any warning, he pushed Philip on to his back, his head falling over the edge of the bed. He thrust a pillow under the small of his back, then lifting his legs high and wide, he pointed his wet, glistening cock-head at the boy's small closed arsehole. He paused for a moment, enjoying the spectacle of the young smooth lad, completely at his mercy, his legs spread for the priest's sole pleasure and held his throbbing cock at the gate to his quivering boy-cunt. "Want some man-cock up your boy-pussy, do you, eh?" he said loudly, "Do you want me to shove my dick up your arse? Let's hear you beg for it!" "Yes, please, Father. Push your prick inside me," squeaked Philip, "I need your cock. Please, I need it. Give it to me!" "Well, here it is! Here's my big, hard, horny cock to fill your boy-cunt!" With a lustful grunt he thrust his tool into the boy and they both groaned. "That's what you've been wanting, isn't it? You little cock-slut. Take Father Padraig's cock all the way up!" Philip was mildly surprised that the priest had taken to talking dirty so quickly and so loudly, but as he enjoyed it, too, there was absolutely no problem! "Yes, Father. Give it to me! Get your fucker up me!" he chirped merrily joining in the fun >From the outset, Padraig fucked Philip energetically. The boy's head thrashed backwards and forwards under the priest's onslaught. He found himself licking his lips as his arse was pounded, imagining a thick cock being forced in his mouth. He sucked on the imaginary cock, thinking of the times his dad and granddad had taken turns filling his willing orifices. "So, one cock not good enough for you, eh?" panted Padraig. "Like another one, would you, to fill that open mouth of yours!" he added salaciously. "Oh, yes, Father. I want your cock in my arse and mouth! Yes, Father, fuck me harder!" he replied lashing his own small dick. "Well, it can be arranged!" And with that Padraig banged twice on the wall above the bedhead. This was obviously a prearranged signal and explained his loud, dirty talk. Within five seconds the door opened, and Philip, who could only see the doorway upside down from his recumbent position on the bed, saw Father Hugh enter. His cassock was hoisted above his waist and his left hand already masturbating the thickest dick that he had ever seen. As he slowly walked towards the bed, Philip saw that it wasn't particularly long - probably just over six inches - but baseball-bat thick and accompanied by a pair of full, heavy, hairy balls! Philip had only seen the grisly old priest once before at a school assembly and would never have had him down as a boy-fucker. Father Hugh was, in fact, only in his early fifties, but his grey curly hair that was thinning on the crown, and the round muscular face reminded his parishioners of a middle-aged wrestler. He was bulky and stocky, and judging by his hairy legs, he had a good mat of hair all the way up to the top of his chest. On reaching the bed, he forced his cock down the boy's throat. The boy struggled to accommodate the massive cock-head but was helped by the angle at which his head was dangling over the edge of the bed. Father Hugh was able to slide his cock down the youngster's throat until the fulsome bull-balls slapped against his chin. The two priests watched intently as each fucked their respective orifices. Philip was in heaven, as he was aggressively filled with cock. After an indeterminate period of time, Father Hugh pulled his prick out of Philip's mouth, and kneeling across his head, thrust his heavy balls into his face and mouth, and let his cassock cover his head. In the sweaty darkness, Philip was aware of nothing but cock and balls: cock pounding his arsehole, and fat spunk-filled balls filling his mouth. Time passed magically for all three. Then Padraig said, "Do you want to have a go up this end, Hugh?" And the two priests swapped places. Philip moaned loudly as the older priest fed his great fat sausage up his arsehole, forcing his arse walls further apart than they had ever been required to go. Meanwhile, Father Padraig brushed and slapped his prick across the boy's face, plunging it in and out of his mouth, and masturbating it violently into his cheeks. Philip also wanked his cock with one hand while the other clawed and scraped at Father Hugh's hairy chest. He pinched the older man's nipples which provoked sharp wave of pleasure to travel across his body and up his cock. Hugh was soon shagging with deep, deliberate thrusts, his furry belly slapping against the boy's upturned buttocks. His round heavy balls swung wildly between his legs, bouncing off the boy's lower back. The rutting tempo increased and breathlessly, Padraig announced that he was going to cum. "I'm going to shoot, Hugh. I going to fucking shoot!" "Go on, Padraig, go for it! Fucking shoot! I want to see you spunk over his face!" Padraig backed off slightly, giving the intoxicated Hugh a bird's-eye view as his throbbing red knob spewed out thick necklaces of white spunk that splashed all over Philip's face. Some went in his mouth, some on to his outstretched tongue, more dripped down his chin and across his chest. As Padraig emptied his bollocks, Hugh threw back his head, half-closed his eyes, and groaned loudly as his own sperm gushed into Philip' well-buggered boy-pussy. "I'm cumming. I'm fucking my spunk into a young altar boy! I'm fucking cumming, Padraig!" he gasped. "Shoot it, Hugh! Pump him full of man-spunk! That's what the little bastard needs!" bawled Padraig, enthusiastically encouraging his boy-cunt fucking colleague. The boy moaned as the fat cock jumped and expanded in his arsehole. Then a great surge announced the arrival of great rockets of spunk that shot right up his back passage. As the priests' orgasms subsided, Philip felt free to release his own load, happy in the knowledge that his mouth and arse were overflowing with man-spunk. It shot into the air and landed in the pools left by Padraig's spunk, and the two mingled together. Hugh pulled his prick out of Philip's ravished rectum with plop that made him squeak, and stripped off his cassock. Padraig threw back the duvet and hauled Philip into the middle of the bed. Then the two priests lay down on either side of him, drew back the duvet and crushed him between their hot, sweaty, naked, hairy bodies which they rubbed rhythmically up and down against him. They kissed and rubbed their faces against his, and feasted their hands on his young flesh. Philip reveled in the attention and bodies of the two rough priests who passed the boy backwards and forwards between them, turning him over for a while, then turning him back. It was only a matter of time before the sex-starved priests' cocks indicated they were ready for 'seconds'. Father Padraig was the first to revive. While Philip was busy kissing and cuddling Father Hugh, he felt Padraig's hard cock slide back up his arse, amply lubricated with Hugh's spunk, and he started a slow, sleepy fuck. Celibate they may have been, but they were certainly making up for lost time! "Are you back up him? Are you fucking him again, Padraig, you randy bastard!" crowed the older priest, kissing Padraig's dried spunk off Philip's face. Philip embraced him and braced himself against Hugh's powerful chest to absorb Father Padraig's thrusting. For some time, the young priest buggered the boy, gradually picking up speed as he neared his second spunk-up in an hour. Philip aggressively kissed the older priest, enjoying the rasp of his stubbly chin and clawed at his broad, hairy chest. Hugh's cock was stiff again, too, excited by his colleague's rutting and the passion of the boy's kissing. He thrust his tongue down Philip's throat and stuck his dick between his legs and thrust the cockhead into Padraig's bollocks which sloshed back and forth as his cock ploughed the young rectum. Hugh also took pleasure in fondling Philip's cock and balls, and holding Padraig's balls as he fucked the boy. "What a horny little boy you are. Let Father Padraig shag you, then I'll put my big thick sausage back up your tight little arse and fuck you full of spunk!" he crooned. The dirty talk and Philip's obvious enjoyment excited Padraig and with a deep sigh, he emptied his bollocks again inside Philip's boy-cunt. He lazily withdrew his spent cock, and gently rolled the boy on to his left side to give his partner-in-sodomy easy access to the vacant hole. Hugh was quick to respond, easing his rolling pin of a fuck stick back up the boy's arse, and Philip felt his arse walls part again with its progress up his rectum. "Now it's my turn, my little cock slave! Does that feel good, eh? Taking all my cock up you, let's see if we can get it all right in, and my bollocks as well. All nicely greased with mine and Father Padraig's spunk. Soon you're going to be even more full of man- spunk!" Father Hugh was really getting in the part, and I was seeing a new side to his character. This time Philip clung to Father Padraig for support as Hugh slowly built himself up to a second orgasm. He couldn't remember the last time he had cum twice in a row - and certainly not up a cute thirteen year old's arse! Philip felt the graze of his hairy chest and stomach on his back as the big priest moved in and out of his fuck tunnel. He was being ground like corn between two millstones. Hugh's second orgasm wasn't as violent as the first, but he still released a warm flood of hot semen into Philip's grateful arsehole. Pumped full of man cum, Philip brought his own cock to a second orgasm, shooting spurts of boy spunk over Father Padraig hairy stomach while the two men rubbed themselves against him and whispered obscenities in his ear. "Good boy, show us your spunk. Come on, shoot your cock. Shoot you fucking cock. Let's see your boy-spunk. We've fucked the spunk out of you. Cum for Father Padraig and me!" With this sixth orgasm, the three of them collapsed in a heap together in the bed. Philip snuggled down between the two heavy, sweaty priests and they fell asleep, exhausted by their lust for one another. They woke up one by one some sixty minutes later. Philip sat up between the two men, not sharing their wonderment that they were stark naked in bed with a young boy whom they had both just vigorously sodomized. Then it was confession time. Plagued by guilt, after leaving Joseph's house, Father Padraig had returned to the presbytery and confessed his sins to Father Hugh. He was still in shock as he explained how he had been 'assaulted' by a thirteen year old nymph and sucked off while he witnessed a teenager doing exactly the same to his grandfather. Father Hugh felt his own heavy meat respond to this account and allayed the younger priest's conscience by owning up to his own sexual fantasies and pecadillos. The two priests had sat up long into the night, drinking whisky and talking through their thoughts and fears. It ended when Hugh requested a graphic retelling of the fellatio that Philip had performed on Padraig under his cassock and the two horny priests got out their cocks and masturbated together to a satisfying climax. "Right, young man. Now you've got some explaining to do," began Father Hugh. "How is it that a boy of your tender years can suck cock and take it up the arse like a street whore?" Philip then explained how he had been having sex with his father for many months now and had taught him all he knew - with subsequent help from two uncles and two grandfathers. The two priests listened incredulous as the little lad sitting between them nonchalantly recounted his sexual adventures with various members of his family. He then explained his relationship with Winston and Leroy and that what Father Padraig had witnessed was the carefully planned seduction of Joseph in order to satisfy Leroy's lust for his granddad. "But this is incest! Male man-boy incest!" uttered Padraig, still in shock. "Em!" agreed Philip, "It's great! I love it! I still prefer my dad's prick and spunk, but granddad's and my uncles dicks taste good, too!" "You've tasted all their cum and they've all fucked you?" asked a wide-eyed Hugh, trying to come to terms with what he was hearing. "Oh yes!" replied Philip enthusiastically, "We have brilliant family orgies when I get to take three or four family cocks in my mouth, up my arse and everywhere! I love incest- spunk, but I've enjoyed today, as well. It's the next best think to incest. And, after all, I do call you both 'Father'" "It's filthy, perverted, disgusting!" muttered Hugh, fingering his cock under the duvet. "It most certainly is!" agreed Padraig, "I've never heard of such depravity!" and he, too, found himself absent-mindedly fondling himself, "No wonder you could take Father Hugh's fat dick up you with hardly a squawk!" "It certainly explains his expertise!" commented Hugh, recalling the delicious ease with which his very thick prick had slid up the boy's fuck tunnel. They were now overtly masturbating themselves under the covers and Philip was enjoying being sandwiched between the two hairy, sweaty, horny priests. He threw back the duvet exposing three hard cocks; two juicy man-cocks gripped by strong fists and his own stiff pricklet sticking up between his legs. He reached out with both hands and took over wanking the priestly cocks. They eagerly surrendered to the boy's touch which left them free to stroke, grope and caress the silky smooth young body trapped between them. "I don't believe this is happening!" sighed Padraig. "Are we going for a third spunk-up?" asked Hugh. "We are if this little cum-slut has anything to do with it!" Hugh replied, resigned to the insatiable adolescent's sexual demands. Philip continued to masturbate the two men while they occupied themselves taking turns kissing and caressing the young cherub. When there was no doubt that they were, indeed, heading for a third shoot-out, the masturbating became more vigorous. Philip then leant over and took Father Padraig's cock in his mouth which exposed his ravaged rectum to Hugh's lustful eye. As he gorged himself, once more, on cock, Hugh knelt up on the bed and brushed his heavy, thick cock up and down the lad's crack and teased his boy-cunt with the cummy cock-head. To his own suprise, Hugh found himself parting the boy's arse cheeks and pressing his face between them. He thrust his tongue up his loosened rectum, tasting his own spunk that he had so recently shot up there. He replaced his tongue with his cock and for several minutes, the two priests watched each other intently, getting as much pleasure from seeing their colleague being pleasured as pleasuring themselves up the young lad's juicy fuck-holes. "Let's shoot our loads over him!" gasped Padraig, "I want to see you spunk over him!" "Okay!" replied Hugh, "Let's time it so we shoot together." They pulled out their pricks and laid the boy down in the middle of the bed. They knelt either side of his head. Cocks in hand, they wanked their dicks hard, the piss slits brushing against his cheeks leaving gossamer trails of precum behind. With their free hands, they took turns masturbating the boy and feasting on his young flesh. "I'm nearly there, Hugh! "I'm fucking cumming!" "Me too, Padraig! I'm gonna shoot! I'm going to fucking shoot over this depraved little angel!" "Right! Now! Let it rip, Hugh! Let it fucking rip. Loose your load!" bellowed Padraig as the first wave of spunk leapt from his prick and landed on Philip's nose. It dripped down on to his top lip and into his open, panting mouth. "Ooh! I love to see you spunk! Here's mine, Padraig! Watch me cum! Watch me cum!" and he unleashed another thick stream of man-cum over the boy's face. Ten seconds later, and after several jets had been lustfully aimed at their young quarry, the boy's face was drenched in spunk. He continued to wank his dick as the priests emptied their bollocks over him. Having satisfied themselves, they turned their attentions to the boy. He was obviously nearing orgasm when Hugh bent over and took his boy-cock in his mouth. The priest's strong wet mouth on his cock made Philip moan loudly. As he started to shoot, Hugh withdrew the spunking cock slightly from his mouth, so that Padraig could see the boy cum while he could still catch the boy's spunk in his mouth and taste it. "That's it, Hugh! Suck him off! Taste his schoolboy-spunk! Swallow his cum!" yelled Padraig enthusiastically. Philip's body twisted wildly from left to right in the throes of his orgasm. Padraig held him down firmly while Hugh plunged his mouth back over the spunk-glistening cocklet until the boy's orgasm had subsided. "You want to be careful, Hugh" laughed Padraig, "You can get addicted to schoolboy spunk!" 'Yes,' thought Philip, 'But I know where he can get a steady supply!' thinking of his new friends Justin and Jason - not to mention his younger cousin, Peter! ************************************************************************ *** To be continued in Chapter 23 when the final arrangements are made for Philip's trip to the Middle East and Peter gets to tell his story. The above chapter contains many of the writer's own fantasies of having sex with a priest. Sadly, I did not have the opportunity to indulge such pleasures when a choirboy myself. If there are any clergy who would like to fill this hole in my boyhood education, I would be delighted to hear from you! Discretion guaranteed. Philip255@hotmail.com