PLATOON PUSSY

(Father Patrick 01)

by Marc Tremaine

WARNING: If you are offended by sex between men, sex between teenaged boys, or between a man and a teenager, you shouldn't be in this newsgroup and you definitely shouldn't be reading this story. If this type of sex is illegal, immoral or fattening in your particular state, province, country, or bedroom, stop reading now and go away. If, according to your local laws, you're under age, no fair peeking below. This story is a fantasy, and any resemblance to any particular man, teenager or penis is just your over-active imagination.

Copyright (c) 1997 by Tremaine. All rights reserved. You have the right to download this story to keep on your computer, and to print a hard copy if you preserve the title, warning and copyright notice. You do not have the right to repost this, pass it on to anyone, or use it for commercial purposes, that is, you can't try to make a buck off my work. The only thing you have my permission to do with this story (besides the obvious one) is stated above ... and nothing more. Get it? Got it? Good.

Platoon Pussy

The would-be thief didn't have much chance to get anything or get away with anything between the sound of the door opening, the light clicking on, and finding himself yanked up off his knees from the floor next to the desk and slammed against the wall. He must have blacked out for a second because when he came to he found himself with a massive forearm almost cutting off his air, and a huge muscular chest and body pressing up against his so that he couldn't move, despite his height and strength.

He was staring up into a pair of cold, angry eyes...piercing black eyes above high cheek bones. The face would have probably been handsome, with its close cropped hair with just a hint of grey at the temples...except for the anger. Allen thought he'd never seen a pair of colder eyes, except for his Marine sergeant. Yeah, that was it. This guy reminded him of Sarge...a very large man, heavily muscled, well-hung...holy shit! That's what the look in this guy's eyes kind of reminded him of: Sarge, when he stopped at your bunk and decided you were the one to bend over and grab your ankles in the shower with him.

And just when he realized why the look was so familiar, he became acutely aware of the sensations in the rest of his body. Particularly his crotch. Which was pressed against the bulging groin of the man holding him...and both of them were starting to get hardons!

A slight gleam, almost imperceptible, flickered in the man's eyes. "You gonna behave, fucker, if I let you loose?"

Allen could just barely nod. The man abruptly stepped back and Allen nearly sagged to the floor, but his captor grabbed him by the shoulders and then with one massive hand gripping the back of his neck -- a no-nonsense powerful hand that made it clear what would happen if he tried to get away -- he was marched over to a large couch in front of the desk and shoved down onto it.

The man stood in front of the desk, leaning back against it, his arms crossed. Allen stared at the bulging crotch, and then almost visibly tore his gaze away and looked up at the man who had caught him.

"What the hell did you think you were going to find in here? A priest's office isn't really a likely place for money or drugs, is it?"

"I wasn't going to steal anything!" Allen responded hotly.

"Well, then what were you doing trying to get into Father Patrick's desk?"

"I...uh...look, I'd rather not say."

"Suits me. I'll call the cops."

"No! Wait. Please." Allen looked frantically about, as if the room could give him some idea about how to get out of the situation he was in. If he was wrong, he was in really deep shit, but if he was right.... Time to take a chance.

"Look, man, I wasn't trying to steal anything. I was just trying to get some evidence."

"That's an interesting load of bullshit. Want to try for another load? Now either tell me or tell the cops."

"It...it's my brother. He's one of the students here. Look, you're a guard...ex-cop? ex-Marine?"

"Marine, son. What's that got to do with anything?"

"So am I. I was in the Gulf War."

"So? That means there's a bond of trust between us and I should just let you walk?"

"No. Man, I know I'm fuckin' this all up, but it's my brother. Father Patrick has been fooling around with him, and I thought if I could get in here while the pep rally was going on, I could find some proof."

Allen's captor froze, almost like he stopped breathing for a moment. "Who's your brother?"

"Tom. Tom Davis."

"Yeah. I've seen him around. He's what, thirteen, fourteen years old?"

"Thirteen."

"So what's this priest been doing to him? Sucking his dick? Fucking him?"

"Not so far. He's just been...doing things to him."

The man stirred and stood up. Allen hadn't quite realized how tall and massive he was. He had to be at least six five, maybe six six, to Allen's six feet one. "So far, all I've heard is vague accusations. Doesn't cut it with me, gyrene."

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you. I don't know how he got started, but he's been getting Tom in here, and he has Tom strip off. And then he...he greases up a dildo and shoves it in and out of his butt, while he makes Tom jack off. Sometimes Tom is laying on his back...shit, probably on this couch, and when he cums on his belly, this priest makes him scoop up his cum on his fingers and then lick them clean. And...other times, Tom is bent over the couch with this scum behind him, working his butt with the dildo while Tom cums in his hand, and then the priest watches while he licks it up."

It was really weird, half-laying on the couch, looking up at the stud guard, and talking about all this sex shit. Allen found himself staying just about half-hard.

"So what kind of evidence were you going to find here?"

"Tom said he keeps the dildos locked in a drawer in his desk. I was going to try to get to them."

Allen's captor opened his mouth to speak, but just then a young voice intruded, along with a young body. "Allen, you better hurry. Father Patrick left the...oh, shit."

The boy who had just run into the room was Allen's brother. Both of them were dressed in short-sleeved shirts open half-way to their jeans. Running shoes and no socks completed their outfits. Tom just stood frozen, his face gone pale at the sight in front of him.

Allen looked over at his brother. "Look, it's okay. This guard caught me, but I told him what's been going on, and I think...."

"Allen...that...that's Father Patrick.."

Allen turned as white as his brother, as Father Patrick walked over and closed and locked the door. He had the key in his hand and made sure they both saw.

"You know, boys, this is suddenly beginning to make sense. You see, I've never touched Tom, here. Haven't made him suck my dick or eat my hole. Haven't sucked his hard young boy prick, or shoved my rod up his butthole. In fact, I haven't even put a dildo up his butt. Have I, you little shit?" The cold hard anger of the priest's voice made Tom back up. But with the door locked there wasn't anywhere he could go.

Allen got up quickly, moving to protect his brother. Father Patrick let him. He stood close to the two of them, towering over the brothers.

"Now I'll tell you both what's going on. But first, a couple of questions. You, thief, what's your name?"

"Allen."

"Sir." The glare was almost like Allen was back in the Marines again, and the "Sir, yes, sir!" response was automatic.

"Tell me, Allen, if you took off your shirt, would we all find out that you've got kind of big nipples?

"What the fuck?"

"And if I asked, would you tell me that when you're having sex, either beating your meat, or with someone, you like a lot of tit play?"

"How did...uh...."

"Yeah, I'll bet that when you get horny and decide to beat off a load, you jerk your meat with your left hand, and you pinch your tits with your right. And sometimes you'll have a big fuckin' dildo shoved up your butt while you do it, too."

Allen was stunned. How could this priest possibly know those things?

"You see, Allen, someone once told me, confidentially...."

"No! You can't! That was in the confessional!"

Allen and the priest both looked at Tom, and then the priest looked back at the older brother.

"Catchin' on, son?"

Allen shook his head. "Well, it seems your brother has been doing a lot of spying on you. Remember the time a week or so ago when you were kneeling on your bed with your butt up in the air, shoving a fuckin' dildo real hard in and out while you kind of balanced on your forehead, and then when you shot a load of cum all over your hand you were kind of yellin' real loud? Tom's been tellin' me all about it, and how he likes to beat off his own meat while watching you. Haven't you, Tom?"

"You bastard. You motherfucker. You cocksucking scum shit...." Tom was breathing hard and crying, but Father Patrick didn't care.

"You really think I'm going to let you get away with making up a story about me because you're pissed off I'm not giving you better grades, and use the confessional to help you? No way."

Allen sat back on the couch. He was so fucking embarrassed he wanted to die, right then and there.

The priest gestured to Tom who looked defiantly at him, but sat down anyway.

"Now, where do we go from here? I got a burglar in my office, and a liar as well. Allen could go to jail for a couple of years, and get his tight butt pretty well used, and you'll be in shit just as deep, Tom."

The priest looked at the two, and then murmured to Allen, "Platoon pussy mean anything to you?"

Allen looked up, eyes wide and startled in his clean-cut butch face. Then he saw the smile in the priest's eyes, and responded with a smile and a nod.

"Thought so, when your brother mentioned that tattoo on your butt cheek."

Tom looked at the two men in bafflement.

"See, Tom, all this could have been avoided. You could have had your randy young prick up your brother's butt any time you wanted. Shit, as often as you wanted. He was the platoon pussy."

Tom obviously wasn't understanding.

The priest explained. "Tom, when you're in the Marines, you're in a special brotherhood, and you got to be able to take anything that comes along, not just like man, but like a Marine. So that means if your sergeant hauls your butt outa bed in the middle of the night, and drags your ass into the showers, and has you grab your ankles, you better be prepared to take your sergeant's fat uncut Marine dick like the Marine you are. That goes for any other officer who wants a piece of your ass, or who happens to get horny while you're in the latrine, and has you suck him off and then makes you take all his piss to show you can do it, you can take anything.

"Sometimes, though, there's someone special in the platoon. Someone who can not only take it like a Marine, but fuckin' loves it. Someone who can fuck or be fucked any time, day or night. When they find a man that special, not some nelly faggot queen, but a butch stud Marine, they make him the platoon pussy. And they tattoo that double-p on his right butt cheek to let everyone know who he is.

"So if you're in the platoon, officer or not, and you get a hardon, you can call the platoon pussy over and have him suck you off right in front of everyone; no hiding in the showers, or under covers, or at night, `cause this stud is the platoon's pussy, and everybody knows it. And sometimes the platoon pussy will get horny, and he'll come up to you while you're on the phone talking to your girl back home, and he'll start playing with your dick, gettin' you nice and horny. Sometimes he'll drop your pants and give you one of the best fuckin' blowjobs of your life while you're talkin' to your girl, or maybe he'll drop his pants and you get to fuck his butch ass standing out in the hallway in front of anybody who cares to watch."

Allen was smiling, remembering.

"And then once in a while there's a Fuck Night. You had one?"

Allen's smile was even broader and his dick was at full staff. "Yeah."

"How many?"

"83."

"Pretty good."

"Damn fuckin' right."

"But not the record."

"Well, no. But I gave it a shot. But shit, man, I've never heard of anyone who came even close."

The priest looked at the young boy, whose bewilderment was again plain.

"Your brother's a pretty hot butch stud, isn't he?"

The priest stared at the boy until he carefully nodded. "Well, your platoon pussy brother brought off 83 dicks in one night!"

Tom's mouth dropped open in amazement, and Allen's grin got even wider and prouder.

"Fuck Night is the platoon pussy's night, Tom. It's when he gets whoever he wants, however he wants them, and as often as he wants them or they can get it hard for him. And it's a real honor for someone outside the platoon to be invited to get in on the action for a Fuck Night. Shit, once word gets around that a Fuck Night is going on, most of the base, on duty or off, are going to be playing with themselves, hopin' they're gonna get a shot at the pussy's ass or mouth or both."

Allen was kind of swaggering in place. "Yeah, for my Fuck Night I had a whole bunch of guys outside the platoon. 36 of `em in all."

"You...you got fucked by 36 guys?" Tom whispered.

Allen smiled at his brother. "Not all of them. Of course, most of them wanted my ass, usually a couple of times, but I sucked a lot of cocks, and gave hand jobs to some of the guys. There was this black captain; biggest fucking dick I've ever seen or felt. Had it up my ass five times. Practically came every time he just slid it in."

The priest walked over to the couch and sat on the arm next to Allen. He casually slid one massive hand inside the younger man's shirt and began playing with Allen's tits. Allen moaned and began breathing a little heavier. "Tell him about the record holder, Allen. What are they saying?"

The priest squeezed a little harder then and Allen gasped before he was able to start talking again. "I'm not sure how long ago it was. Maybe ten years, fifteen. There was this young stud corporal; a big guy. I heard he had almost 50 men and hit a 123. Even some Navy stud officer."

The priest applied his other hand to Allen's tits after first getting the shirt out of the way by the simple expedient of ripping it off. Allen's chest was sharply muscled, with a circle of hair around each large nipple, and a line of man fur running down the center of his chest to his belly and then obviously widening out to a lush growth of thick crotch hair inside his jeans. Father Patrick remembered that Fuck Night.

They had been going at it for a long time. The barracks was jammed with naked men, and smelled of sweat and piss and booze and poppers. They were all still horny, trying to wait until they could get to the pussy, but sometimes not able to hold off. There were couples and threesomes and foursomes scattered around, fucking, sucking, chewing tits, eating assholes, beating meat, urged on by equally horny men. In the middle of it all, on a couple of mattresses on the floor, the pussy was going at it.

Laying on the floor was a young sailor the pussy had said he wanted invited. He claimed to be eighteen, but his skinny body and tiny butt said he was probably younger, maybe only 16. He was laying on his face while the pussy did fuck pushups over his hot tight little ass...ten hard fat inches of manmeat pumping in and out of the sailor asshole. The sailor was in heaven! None of his fuck buddies at the base turned him on the way the Marine plowing his butt did. And in the meantime the second young sailor had mounted the pussy and was shoving his hard young prick in and out of the experienced manbutt as fast and hard as he could.

That's when the Captain walked in, and his mouth dropped open at the sight The shock hit him like a blow to the gut, especially with a Marine colonel ready to walk in the door behind him, and a visiting Admiral as well -- all ready to take a look at the Corps' finest platoon. Yelling "Attention!" in a loud voice was just a reflex, and one that he would have avoided if he'd thought first.

The sound of the shout broke through the horny fucking and sucking, and the men quickly began to separate and stand at attention, most of them with raging hardons staying as rigid as the rest of their bodies. Only the pussy ignored or didn't hear the command. He went right on plowing the sailor boybutt, with the other sailor fucking right along. The one on the bottom began moaning louder and louder and the pussy started a final ramrodding, spewing an incredible range of obscenities at the two fuckers and then all three were spouting incredible loads of cum, and shouting out their joyous lust. A few of the men standing at attention were already so turned on by what they'd been doing earlier, that the sight and sound of the three studs cumming was enough to make them start shooting their own loads of cum out into the room and on their buddies without even touching their pricks again.

The pussy slowly pulled his meat out of the fucked-out sailor on the floor, while the other one slid his own wilting prong out of the pussy's slimy hole. The pussy slowly stood up and walked to the door, his rod still jutting out hard in front of him. He stopped just short of the furious captain with only a little space to spare between the cum and ass juice dripping off the end of his dick and the crisp clean trousers of the captain. While the captain waited for a salute, the pussy reached behind himself and pulled a load of fresh sailor cum out on a couple of fingertips, and held his fingers out near the captain's mouth. "I think you'll like this, captain. Your friends, too."

The Marine colonel watching all this was caught between a rock and a hard place. If he'd picked up the "really important" message from his aide, he would probably have known this was Fuck Night, and they could have avoided the barracks altogether. Although this stupid shit of a Pentagon captain should not only have know about it himself, he should have been close enough to his men to get invited to participate. And now the colonel was stuck. If it had just been the two of them, they could just strip off and start fucking, even if he had to order the dumb motherfucker captain to do it. But with a visiting Navy admiral standing behind him, and probably seeing all the naked men...SHIT!!!

But before the captain could say anything, the colonel told him to hold it, and half-turned to look at his friend. "Uh, Mike, this...do you...could you forget you saw this?"

The Admiral just looked at the colonel and grinned. "Tell you what, Sam. My memory gets real selective when I've fucked my brains out...and my balls, too." The Admiral groped his crotch and the colonel could see the large bulge there. Just like his own. What the fuck.

"Pussy!" he turned and addressed the tall naked giant with the dripping prong. "How many?"

"Sir. 82 cums and 37 men, sir."

"Well, this brings you up to 40 men and a bunch more cums. Going for a record?"

"Sir, yes, sir!"

By this time the colonel and the admiral had come all the way into the barracks, and closed the door. The admiral was half out of his clothes, and the colonel was starting to unzip his pants. The captain just stood there, stunned.

"Captain."

"Sir?"

"This is Fuck Night, you dumb shit." The colonel glared at the captain while he finished taking off his pants and underwear. A short but very wide prick jutted out from his shirttails. "So since your platoon pussy has offered you something, get down on your fucking knees and take it. That's an order, cocksucker!"

Too dazed at what was happening to argue, the still-dressed captain dropped to his knees. The platoon pussy reached over, pulled the captain's lower lip down and then inserted his cum-soaked fingers. "Suck my fingers, captain, and then crawl behind me and suck out my ass."

"N...no. I...you can't...this...."

The naked colonel towered over the kneeling captain, although not as much as the tall rangy platoon pussy. "On Fuck Night, your platoon pussy gets what he wants, and if he wants you to eat out his ass, I think you better suck those fingers clean and get to it." The admiral and the colonel moved closer to the pussy, playing with his tits, and fingering his cock and balls, while the rest of the men relaxed and got off on the sight.

"Pussy," the colonel almost whispered as he rubbed his hard body against the platoon pussy, "my aide probably knows about this and he's over in my office beating off, in hopes you'll ask him to join in. How big a record you trying for?"

The pussy began beating off the admiral and the colonel while he shoved his butt back into the captain's tongue. "One that it'll be harder than hell to beat."

"My aide's a real stud. Good in the sack, too. How about asking him to bring over a few more hot fuckers...while you suck my prick."

"Sounds good to me." The colonel moved in front of the pussy, who bent over and easily took all of the colonel's fat meat into his mouth. The admiral moved the captain aside and shoved his own long cock up the oozing butthole of this fantastic stud. The captain was told to get his cock and balls out of his pants, get himself hard and then call the colonel's aide and tell him what the colonel wanted.

It wasn't very long before the door carefully opened and a half-dozen partially naked stud Marines came in, and quickly finished the job of getting bare. They spotted the platoon pussy immediately. The admiral was just pulling a limp, well-drained dick out of the pussy's butthole, while the colonel did the same with his mouth. The pussy motioned the newcomers over. Fresh hard meat! The colonel's aide was the first lucky one. He got his dick shoved up the pussy's butthole on the recent loads of navy cum, while two of his friends -- who were really going to owe him big time for this one -- were pulled around so that the pussy could suck on both their cocks at once, while two more found their hard meat being jacked off. The sixth newcomer felt left out, but only for a moment. That's when he found himself pulled over so he could squirm under the pussy and shove his own tight Marine hole back onto the huge pussy rod. They all began moving together, with the pussy's every hole stretched to capacity, and then suddenly all six newcomers were blasting off fountains of hot cum at the same time. The pussy was gulping down two huge loads into his belly, while another load went up his ass; two hand loads smeared across his body, and the Marine down under blasted all of the floor without touching his own prick.

Ninety cums and 45 men. The pussy just smiled to himself. He planned on breaking 100 in a big way.

And by the time Fuck Night was over, he had. Eight more men had joined in. He'd brought them off 123 times, by hand or mouth or with his still tight butthole. The two young sailors had been a real hit with the Marines, as shown by the lusty smiles on their faces as they lay passed out on one of the bunks, cum still dripping from the mouth of one of them. The admiral was so fucked out he wasn't sure he could remember what had happened that night, although he did seem to recall lots of poppers and beer, and drinking beer piss fresh from the source. The colonel had let loose and finally gotten enough manmeat up his butt to satisfy his cravings for a long time, even though it wasn't anywhere near the pussy's record. Shit, even the asshole captain was fucked out. The pussy had made him wear his uniform the whole night, and when it was finally over it was a stinking mess of sweat and piss and beer and cum. He still had his pants on, but someone had ripped a hole in the back so he could get royally fucked by the pussy, and by a bunch of the other men, hard and rough fucks that were a payback for some of his arrogant ways. 123 cums, 53 men. A record that still stood.

The priest smiled, and twisted Allen's tits even harder. Allen moaned ecstatically, while his young brother just looked on. The priest looked over at the boy and said, "Strip, kid." Allen would have protested, but a large hard hand was clamped across his mouth, while the other one worked its way down inside his jeans to grope his randy meat. Tom was too blown away by all this shit to protest, either. Still sitting on the couch, he pulled off his shirt, giving the horny studs next to him a good look at his slender torso, with the rosy pink nipples. Next came his shoes, and he wiggled his toes in the air. It was almost as if he was enjoying the way the two men were watching him, because Allen had stopped struggling. The boy raised his butt off the couch, and then slid his jeans around his ankles. His young prick was standing up straight. It was a hot sight! About seven inches long and slender, thrusting hard above low-hanging hairless balls.

"Now you, pussy."

"Sir, yes, sir!" Allen did the same as his brother, quickly kicking off his shoes, and then lifting his own butt so he could slide his jeans down. The two brothers were side by side on the couch, legs spread wide so they were touching, jeans at their feet, and then they both started fisting their meat. Father Patrick just smiled, stood up and came around in front of them.

He'd always liked stripping with an audience, but the hot sight of the stiff manrod and boyrod in front of him was too much. He had to get naked and quick. And he did. This time both brothers gasped when they saw the splendid ten-inch rod standing straight out from the priest's crotch. His balls were enormous and looked like they could easily hold gallons of cum.

"You ever fucked with a young boy before, Allen?"

"Shit, no! Uh, sir."

"Well, I haven't, either. But since your brother seems to get off on the idea of sex with men, especially you and me, I think it'd be a good idea to give him what he wants, don't you?"

Allen smiled hugely, and a large drop of precum oozed out of the wide slit in his prick. The priest made the young boy get up, and bend over in front of his brother so his soft boylips were just above his brother's dripping dickhead. Father Patrick gently pushed the boy's head down, and Tom cooperated eagerly. It was as if he knew this was what he had wanted all along. The priest knelt behind the youngster while the boy began sucking his first dick, and then the boy moaned when he felt the priest's tongue parting his virgin hole, licking and slurping and lapping, and shoving his tongue up inside the tiny pink pucker, until the hole was wet and juicy.

First the priest started off with a finger, and the boy just took it, with his legs wide for support, one hand bracing himself and the other beating his own meat. Two more fingers, a little rougher, and still the boy just moaned. Shit, this little kid was a horny fucker. Bending over so he could keep thrusting his wet fingers in and out of the tight hole to loosen it up a little, the priest edged around so that Allen could eagerly gulp down as much of the priest-meat as possible, getting it sloppy wet with spit.

Then Father Patrick unlocked a drawer in his desk and pulled out a bottle of poppers. Allen and the priest inhaled like the pros they were, but Tom started to object until Allen told him to shut the fuck up and do what he was told. And then the effects hit Tom and he drifted off into a haze, his prick starting to go a little limp, but that just meant his hole was nice and relaxed. Father Patrick's monster rod gently pushed against the soft pucker; it looked like his meat could split the tender tight butt right in half. But once again, the boy surprised himself and the priest. His virgin butt just opened up and he backed up and took the whole ten inches up inside him with nothing more than a loud moan of lust.

Allen couldn't stand it. Tom was doing okay at sucking his brother's prick, but now Allen wanted some brother meat. He squirmed aside and dropped to the floor so he could start sucking the sweet tender meat he never thought he craved, but holy shit, he was turned on like a fuckin' cyclone, even more than his own Fuck Night. Not only a chicken hawk, but a brother hawk as well.

The priest started sliding his rod slowly in and out of the boy's hole, while the boy began moaning louder and louder, begging him to shove it back in and shove it hard. The priest was afraid the boy's voice could be heard down the hall, so he clamped his hand over the boy's mouth, which only seemed to turn the kid on even more. The boy was in seventh heaven. Ten inches of hot hard manrod up his butthole, and his brother's talented mouth sucking him off. But that still wasn't enough for Allen. He wanted brother prick up his hole.

He said so, and the two fuckers above him were glad to oblige. Still impaled on the priest's fuckpole, the boy and priest moved away from the couch, and then Allen was kneeling on the floor, his butt up in the air. He quickly spit on his fingers and shove three of them up his raunchy, dark brown hairy butthole. "C'mon, kid, shove that boymeat up my hole. Shove it hard!"

Tom was happy to oblige his brother, considering how many times he'd beat off while watching him, or fantasizing about him. And now the boy was even hornier, although he hadn't thought that could be possible. He was a fuck sandwich. Manprick/priestprick up his own tiny, but incredibly stretched and horny hot ass, while his dripping young meat was ramming in and out of his own brother's equally hot and talented hole. They were too horny to make it last, though, and they were eager to get the first hot load out of the way. Now that the two boyfuckers knew they were boyfuckers, they wanted to fuck this boy royally and slowly, carrying him to heights he didn't dream of.

Allen was the first to blast off, grunting and moaning as he shot load after load of cream into his waiting hand, and that immediately set off both his young brother and the horny priest. They spewed what felt like gallons of hot cum up two very welcoming holes. And then were was a plop as two temporarily drained pricks slid out of cum-slick holes. Allen turned over to lean against the couch and lifted his cupped hand up. Instinctively, Tom bent over and licked the warm brother gism up.

There was a knock at the door.

The three of them froze, but Father Patrick relaxed when he heard a soft voice say, "Pat. You in there? I've got something for you."

Father Patrick just smiled and reached over to grope the boy's prick and play lightly with his tits. The kid was stiff in a split second. "Open the door, Tom," the priest whispered. Aloud, he said, "Just a minute!"

Tom looked around nervously, but the priest just smiled reassuringly and handed the key to the young boy and motioned him to the door. "Jack off while you open it." Tom hesitated for a split second, but after the incredible cum he'd just had, what the hell, if whoever was outside was uptight about a naked 13-year-old boy beating his meat in a priest's office, with two naked studs lounging in the background, their big rods hard again, well, that was tough shit.

Tom opened the door, and the priest standing outside, fisting a long cock with a bulbous head, thrust out of his pants, turned white for a moment. But only for a moment, as he saw Father Patrick and Allen playing with each other's meat. And then he looked back at the slender boy, with the tiny hard tits and the big meat and smooth hairless body, and without warning began to spurt ropes and ropes of hot cum onto the boy. Tom quickly moved closer, even though it meant they were both in the hall. He didn't want to lose any of the hot cum splashing down on his body. The priest shuddered as the last drops spurted out, and sagged a little, catching himself on the doorframe.

"Want to fuck my ass after my brother has had it, Father?" The second priest could only nod, while Tom grabbed his dripping prong and pulled him inside. Moments later he was naked and hard like the rest of them. Tom was eating out the new priest's hole, and Allen was doing Father Patrick the same favor. But he wanted to suck that huge dick, so he started working his way around to the front, and that's when he saw the tattoo. A double-p with "123" underneath it. Father Patrick was the platoon pussy of all platoon pussies! The fuck with sucking meat, he wanted to find out if that ass was as hot and tight as he'd always heard. He hurriedly smeared precum around the head of his dick and then just stood up, spread the priest's cheeks wide, and rammed home long and hard.

Father Patrick didn't grunt, or moan. He just smiled, and thought how nice it was to feel like a platoon pussy again. Tom mounted the other priest's butthole, and then after a hit of poppers they were all off to a long leisurely fuck and mutual hand job.

As Father Patrick bent over so Allen could hold onto his shoulders and really brace himself for a rough hot fuck, the priest beat his meat almost in rhythm to the hot fuck thrusts up his hole. And as he thought about all the young boystuds available at both schools where he taught and coached, a couple in particular who he was now pretty sure had been sending out signals that they wouldn't mind some manmeat up their butt or manmouth around their horny young cocks, the priest smiled and quietly filled his waiting hand with cum.

He was indeed going to enjoy teaching here.

The End

Author's Note: Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome. Flames will be ignored: tremaine@mindspring.com