Date: Thu, 20 Feb 2003 19:13:13 -0300
From: fernandobuddy2002@globo.com
Subject: Father Joel - Part 3

We fell asleep pretty soon because we were completely spent. Me for cumming
twice and Father Joel because he came intensely! When I woke up I saw that
I was alone in bed and got up and cleaned myself up in the bathroom before
putting my clothes on. His cum was oozing out of my asshole, which was
burning and sore, but it was nothing that I couldn't handle. I found him in
the kitchen brewing some coffee and setting the table with bread, butter
and juice, which we ate hungrily. "Are you OK?" He asked me in a gentle
voice that showed me that he cared about me. I told him that I was all
right and we talked a little more about not telling anyone about what we
had just done. Once again I assured him that he could ease his mind because
I had no intention of putting ourselves into trouble and, besides, I still
wanted to spend more time with him. He seemed to relax and our conversation
took another path, with us sharing a cozy intimacy that comes only with
satisfaction and affection. He asked me if that was my first time and I
made up one story about a man, a neighbor, who had fucked me twice. I
didn't want to involve my family. For all that mattered, my folks new
nothing about my affairs! He was silent for a moment, ruminating what I
just said and then he questioned me a little more about what this man and I
did together and for how long we've been seeing each other. I mixed facts
of my relationship with my uncles, letting him think I was talking about
this man and finished by telling him that we fucked only twice and that was
a little while ago. After we cleaned up the dishes we went to his office
and he allowed me to look around. He had a great number of books that were
his only companies, he told me, and soon I was absorbed in a unique world,
his world, that showed austerity and masculinity. He said he had to get
back to what he was doing when I interrupted him with my arrival, but that
I should get myself as much comfortable as possible while he finished
scrutinizing some papers. I glanced at him, absorbed in his studies, and
felt a surge of emotion run through me. Here was this handsome and strong
man that could be my father, and a priest above all else, that only a
couple of hours ago had made love to me, had shoved his incredibly thick
and hard cock up my ass and left his cum (holy cum) coating my
inwards. When I closed my eyes I could still feel his cock ramming deep
inside of me and his body convulsing on top of me. And I wanted more, much
more!

Soon it was 6 pm and I knew I'd have to be heading home anytime now. I got
up and went to where he was and stood beside him. He looked up, smiled at
me and pulled me towards him, making me sit on his lap. I told him it was
almost time to go home and only then he realized we had spent the whole
afternoon together and it was time to say goodbye. I was sad and he saw it
on my face because he crushed me in a tight embrace, resting my head on his
chest. We remained that way for a while, without talking, his hands running
across my back in a soothing massage; my face buried in his chest, inhaling
his scent, heat emanating from his body...I wanted him again. I wanted to
feel him once more moving inside of me! I wanted to drink his cum straight
from the faucet...I wanted to become a part of him. I straddled him so I
could face him. He positioned me and I sat right on top of his crotch. He
was not hard yet, but I intended to bring him to that point. I started
kissing him on his neck, earlobe, while my hands massaged his chest and
nipples. I bent a little and sucked one of them and I heard him hiss
through clenched teeth. Right then I felt something stir up underneath my
butt. My small dick was sticking out, poking his belly and he brought his
big hand, grabbed it and squeezed. He took my t-shirt off, threw it aside
and took one of my nipples in his mouth. I almost fainted, but got hold of
his head instead! He licked and chewed my nipples while his hands grabbed
my buns and rubbed them over his cock, proudly hard now, under his
pants. He decided we better find a more comfortable position now that we
knew we wouldn't stop before we came and carried me to the living
room. Once again he brought some butter and paper towels and made me kneel,
dogstyle, and came from behind me. I heard Father's zipper buzzing open and
looked back over my shoulder and saw that he was about to invade my
ass. His fat and incredibly thick cock sprang from his open fly. Then we
got naked again. He didn't butter my butt this time, but I saw him spread
two or three large globs of butter up and down his shaft, from the swollen
crown down the root. "Relax, son, it will go easier now," Father Joel
instructed as he aimed the shiny helmet of his log at my ass. With my legs
spread, my crack was open for him who pressed the big doorknob against my
hole. Then, suddenly, the head popped in and I let out a little cry of pain
as his invading cockhead forced my ass open. Father Joel punched his hips
forward driving the first three inches of his cock shaft into my hot hole
and found his way inside me in no time at all. I flinched a little when he
slid in, but soon my rectum was lubricated and accepted his charges with no
pain. Of course my ass was stretched to its limit again and I felt the head
reaching deep each time he thrust 'till the end. Soon I felt the wiry bush
of Father Joel's pubic hair crush against the flesh of my ass; finally I
had all of that thick cock inside me! Placing his hands on my hips he
grounded his crotch into my crack, moving his hips in circles, stirring his
stiff poker around inside my guts.

Due to his position Father Joel was able to see the whole scene, the sight
of the wide shaft of his cock sliding in and out, splitting my tiny white
ass cheeks apart, and he said it was incredibly hot to see his cock
disappear between my smooth cheeks. He withdrew almost the entire length of
his cock and held it there with only the flared head still inside my ass
and then slammed the entire length back into me. Twice he grabbed my hips
and buried his cock furiously, grinding his balls against my buns, poking
sideways, trying to find a way to get even deeper than he could, then he
began to hump his hips back and forth driving his enormous cock in and out
of my tortured ass. Then he would let go of me and start pumping again
rhythmically. Like a dog on top of a bitch he leaned on top of me and
kissed me behind my ear. "You've got a sweet, hot asshole, son. It's so
tight! Can you feel it poking you inside, huh?" I moaned 'Yes, Father!' and
he kept talking. "Can you feel my balls slapping your butt when I do this?"
and he'd shove his cock against my butt, thrusting it all the way in until
his big balls would press against my cheeks. "Do you like to be my pussy
boy? I like to fuck your tight hole, son; I like when I thrust my dick all
the way in and you open yourself to me, welcoming my throbbing cock inside
of you." Still lying on top of me he put his weight on one of his hands and
with the other he pinched my nipple, sending an electric wave through my
whole body. His cock kept on hammering inside of me, his huge nuts slapping
against my butt and I started to shake, feeling the orgasm drawing
near. "Yes, Father, fuck me harder, please, fuck me harder and deeper,
please..." It was becoming unbearable and my cock knew that too. "You like
it, don't you boy? You like when I fuck you this way! Here, son, take it
all, take my cock up your ass, take it..." He shoved it hard time and time
again and his hand slid from my nipple to my cock, which he began to pump,
making me cum in only a few strokes. I began to moan and groan each time my
cock spurted, my ass muscles contracting around the Father's shaft as if
chewing it. "Yeah, son, cum with my cock stuck deep in you ass, cum son..."
I finally stopped trembling and he let go of my cock and also pulled his
cock out of my spasmodic ass. I felt empty but also relaxed. Still sitting
on the floor he made me lean on the sofa, took the paper towels, cleaned
his cock and approached me. He spread his legs above my head and lowered a
little so that I could reach his crotch. I was between his hairy and strong
legs, his balls brushing my lips and his log of a cock, hard as a rock,
throbbing before my eyes. I sucked his balls while I caressed his butt and
then brought the head of his love muscle to my mouth. I couldn't take it as
my asshole did, but I could work satisfactorily with my lips and
tongue. "Suck it, my little cocksucker!" he grunted as he pushed his
swollen tool against my lips. I gripped him by the cheeks of his ass. As
Father Joel stabbed at my lips with the bloated head of his drooling cock I
used his ass to steer him forward into my mouth. "Oh, God!" Father Joel
moaned as he felt me urging him to shove his cock in deeper. Planting his
feet wide apart he gripped on my face, "Okay, son, now I'm gonna give you
the face fuck of your life!" He slammed his prick in and out of my mouth so
hard his heavy nuts smacked under my chin with each stroke. I had to force
myself to breathe through my nose as he began to pound his dick powerfully,
making me gag. "That's right, take it all my little baby! Suck that cock!"
My eyes were watering, my jaw was beginning to ache and my lips were
feeling swollen as Father Joel continued to face fuck me. Again and again
his thick shaft plunged in and out of my mouth, slick, coated and dripping
with spit. "You like this cock?" Father Joel gritted the words through his
teeth as he savagely raped my mouth. "You want to drink my cum?" He paused
and pulled his cock from my mouth and began to slap it across my cheeks,
eyes and mouth. "You like my cock? You want to suck the cum out of my
balls? Huh? Huh, little boy?" "Yes! Yes, I want to suck your dick! Please,"
my sentence was cut off as Father Joel shoved his cock between my
lips. "You love that cock don't you?" He grunted. "Suck it! Eat that cock
son!" After agonizing ten, fifteen minutes, I don't know, I suddenly felt
his legs stiffen and I locked my lips tighter around the slippery
flesh-pole pumping in and out of my mouth. "Oh, gosh!" Father Joel shouted
as he drove his cock completely into my now sore and tired mouth, "I'm
gonna cum!" I gagged as the first thick jet of Father Joel's hot cream
splattered over my tonsils coating the back of my throat. "Eat it!" He
ordered holding my head tight against his crotch. "Drink it all, son,
swallow my cum, take it all - ahhggghhh...yeah, eat my cum boy..." His face
was contorted as if in pain, but his body said otherwise. Swallowing and
gulping I tried to take the thick white flood but in the end it was too
much.  He grabbed his cock and towering above me he started jacking off.
Thick ropes of cum sprayed my face, covering my eyes, nose, mouth and down
my neck. Using the slimy head of his dick he scooped up his spilled cum and
fed it back into my mouth. "All of it! Every drop!" Father Joel smeared the
last of his thick wad back into my waiting mouth and bounced his dick on my
tongue. I slumped down and massaged my mouth and jaw. He straightened
himself up and then collapsed beside me on the floor. "Son, I never thought
a boy like you could make me cum this way. I don't know about you, but I
think it will be very difficult to wait until Sunday." "It will be very
difficult for me too, Father!" "Did you really like it, son? I mean is it
as good as you thought it would be, remember what you told me? Do you
really like to be fucked by me?" He asked, looking at me. I looked him in
the eyes and said: "Father, you are one of the best things that ever
happened to me and if you say you don't want to fuck me anymore or that you
don't want me to suck you again, I don't know what I'll do." He laughed and
hugged me tightly against his naked torso. "You too, son, are the best
thing that happened to me lately. If it's up to me, I'll fuck you every
week. What do you say?" "Rad!" I said, and we both laughed. I took a quick
shower, without washing my hair so it wouldn't raise any question, and went
home. This was the beginning of a relationship that lasted years and up to
today I still miss Father Joel and wish he was here.

For reasons unknown to everybody else I became a churchgoer and I was the
first one to wake up every Sunday, but my mother usually returned home all
by herself after the Mass because I always had to help Father Joel to put
away the holy objects (and his holy cock, too) used in the service. Father
Joel always asked me if I saw again that man he believed fucked me twice. I
always answered 'no' and it was true! I never saw him, but I still visited
my uncles; my father always cornered me at home and other men came along my
path during that time, but it was something Father Joel didn't have to
know. Even thought he was the one I liked most, I still needed to get to
know more people and broaden my horizon. Then I met Nelson, the man who
used to sell fruits in an old Mercedes, which he used to drive every week
shouting in his loud-speaker "Bananas! Who wants bananas?"; I also met
Mr. Norman, the librarian in my school; uncle Seb, the herdsman and many
others that happened to have a ready cock for me.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I could keep on writing and writing. But there comes
a point when all the stories seem the same. You might say: "I've read that
before somewhere!" And it's true! When you write about 'fucking' it's all
the same thing, there's not much difference. What makes the difference is
the setting, the background, something here that triggers my memories, the
characters that remind us of things in our lives that send us back to old
memories. A fuck is a fuck! But a fuck with that kind of person that works
on our imaginary is more than a fuck, is a wish come true (at least in our
imagination). So, I need to know if the stories I'm telling are saying
something to you. If so, drop me an email just to let me know that you want
me to go on.

Thanks a lot,
Fernando