Date: Wed, 8 Feb 2023 00:54:02 -0600
From: Xhaiden Angel <xangel.author@gmail.com>
Subject: "A Year With Mr. Yates" 9

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September 8

On his morning run, Dodge opted for a detour. He ran into his own
neighborhood and passed more than a few surprised faces. In the chill of
the morning, his nipples stood erect and proud on his hairy chest,
unhindered by a shirt. The short shorts he wore rode up in the front,
framing his bulge. They clung to his cheeks, proclaiming to the world that
he did have cake! Proud of his looks, he enjoyed the stares from the men
and women along his street. He veered off the walkway and ran right up to
one house in particular. The man he was calling on should be home. He rang
the bell and waited for an answer. He didn't wait long.

"Uh...Mr. Curry...what are you...doing here?"

Dodge smiled back at the confused man. "Came by for a visit, of course. Can
I come in?"

Father Fleming hesitated, unable to stop staring at the beautiful young man
on his front step. When it dawned on him just what had been asked, he began
nodding as he stepped aside. "Of course, where are my manners? Come in,
Mr. Curry. Come in."

When he did, the father closed the door after him. Dodge wasted no time in
easing the sweet man back against the hard wood. He took hold of the man's
right hand and moved it to his own hard wood. Dodge smiled at the way the
man's mouth came open. Behind the smart-looking glasses, the father's eyes
widened. Dodge nodded.

"Thought I might take up some of your time, father. You busy this morning?"

"N...no. No, I'm n...not busy."

Dodge unbuttoned the first few buttons of the man's shirt, enough where he
could slip his hand in and graze the man's nipples. They hardened. Dodge
continued unbuttoning the shirt until he could slip it of the man's
shoulder. It fell to the floor. He moved on to the pants. Father Fleming
watched. He didn't interfere in the slightest. He couldn't have even if
he'd wanted to. Dodge worked his way down the man's body, ridding him of
his clothes until he wore only a light pink jockstrap and white socks.

"You have a sweet body, father. Very nice, with the right amount of muscle
and hair."

Dodge, now on his knees, looked up at the man's flushed face. The pink jock
was bulging. He closed his hand over the front and began giving it slow,
easy rubs. The wetness in his hand was immediate.

"Is this for me?" He asked, running his thumb over the wet spot. "Do I make
you hard, father?"

"Yes, my son...so very hard."

Dodge's hand rubbed, then gripped the firm shaft. "I'm glad. I'm glad I can
bring you some pleasure."

"But this is so...sinful."

"You ever roleplay, father?" Dodge asked, rubbing his crotch and gliding
his other hand over the man's legs. When the man shook his head, Dodge
smiled. "It's fun to pretend, father. Want to pretend with me for a little
while?"

"Y-yes. I would like that, very much."

"Pretend you've been a bad boy, father." Dodge said, still rubbing the
man's thick jockstrap. "Pretend you need someone to straighten you
out. Think you can do that?"

"Oh, I've been very...very bad."

"How bad?"

"So. Bad. I might need some...discipline."

Dodge slipped his fingers into the pouch of the jock. He touched smooth
cockflesh, making the father jump. He smiled at this, then eased the pouch
aside. He was looking at one of the most beautiful pieces of meat he'd ever
seen. The man it belong to was blushing a bright pink.

"How about we find a corner to put you in, bad boy?"

Nodding, Father Fleming let Dodge lead him into the dining room where they
found a corner. Dodge eased him into it and began to reprimand him. The
fake infraction meant Dodge had to stand behind him, ease his legs apart,
touch his shoulders and back, drag his fingers down his spine, and slide a
few into his meaty asscleft. The father obeyed, nodding and answering in
whispers. Dodge kissed his shoulders, then gave him a gentle bite on the
neck. Marcus sighed.

"What do you think should happen to bad boys?"

"They should be...punished. Spanked, maybe."

Dodge pressed the man's head into the corner. Father Fleming held to the
walls as the other man spread his legs even wider. The new stance made his
ass more prominent. The first hard swat jolted him. Dodge rubbed the red
skin, making it even redder. The second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth swats
were much more powerful. Dodge enjoyed seeing the father raise up on his
toes. He administered several more hard swats until the man's cheeks were
glowing red. He slowed down a little, letting the man catch his
breath. Father Fleming asked for more and Dodge delivered.

"Learned your lesson, father?"

"Yes! Yes, I've learned my lesson! I promise to be good!!"

"All right." Dodge got to his knees. "Now, let's see about kissing this
sweet boo-boo and making it feel all better, okay?"

Still holding the walls, Father Fleming was stunned to feel Dodge part his
cheeks and begin licking and sucking at his tight pucker. The sensation was
one he hadn't felt in so long and it made his dick harder. The younger man
was excellent at this, working deep into him in no time at all. Marcus
groaned out his excitement before biting his lip to silence himself.

"Sometimes, bad boys get the best rewards," Dodge said, nuzzling the man's
asscrack. "Showered a few minutes before I got here, didn't you?"

"Y-yes...how'd you know?"

"I've been coming by on Sundays to drop off extra food for the last two
years. A smart guy like me figures out a schedule pretty quick."

"You are so smart. So...very smart."

Soon, the father found himself on the floor, his chest pressed into the
hardwood. Behind his upturned ass, Dodge was rubbing and pulling at his
cheeks. The boy's mouth was fastened to his hole and his tongue was working
deep into him. At the same time, gentle fingers were working along his
shaft, teasing and stroking it. Marcus' mind was working on the different
aspects of what was happening to him and whether it was a sin or not. The
flesh was often so weak!

"Romans, 8:13," Marcus muttered, his voice uneven. "For if ye live after
the flesh, ye shall die: but if ye through the Spirit do mortify the deeds
of the body, ye shall live."

Dodge stroked the man's cock in long, even strokes. "Do you feel tempted,
father? By the flesh?"

"Yes, my son...so tempted."

Smiling, Dodge rubbed and stroked him even more slowly. "Guess that makes
me the devil, huh? You want to play like I'm the devil? Tempting you to
sin?"

"I rebuke you, devil!" Marcus said, his voice broken and quivering. "I
rebuke you!"

Easing his hand down the shaft, Dodge smirked. "No temptation has overtaken
you that is not common to man. God is faithful, and he will not let you be
tempted beyond your ability, but with the temptation he will also provide
the way of escape, that you may be able to endure it."

"F-first Corinthians..." Marcus sighed. "10:13."

Dodge spread the man's cheeks, exposing his hole. He blew on it, making it
pucker and contract. He kissed it, letting his tongue touch its
center. Marcus fell forward on the floor, his ass still in the air and
exposed. He spread his legs as wide as he could as Dodge's mouth fell on
him and began forcing his tongue deeper into him. Whimpers and groans
escaped his open lips. Dodge delved deeper, opening the hole and getting it
sloppy with spit. He touched it, pressing the pad of his thumb into
it. Marcus pushed back on it, anxious to have something inside him. Dodge
kept teasing, kept sliding his tongue in, then retracting it.

Rising up on his knees, Dodge laid the length of his cock along the man's
wet hole. Marcus groaned, putting his shoulders on the floor and reaching
back to spread his cheeks. The silent plea was erotic and deserved a
response. Dodge drew back until his head was wedged into the lower portion
of the pucker. Marcus pushed his ass back, easing the blunt head into
himself. Dodge planted his feet and let the man dictate depth and speed. He
watched his thick shaft be swallowed up by a desperate, hungry, holy
hole. He smiled as Father Fleming began sighing.

"Good..." the father whispered. "So good! You feel so good inside me!"

"Show me how much you like it, father!"

Dodge let Father Fleming use his cock to satisfy himself. He let the man
work back on him, around him, to fuck himself at his leisure. Several
times, he almost came with the sensualness of the man's body on his
cock. Marcus knew what he liked and how he liked it. He knew the workings
of a man's body enough to make everything pleasurable for Dodge, too. As
their first hour ticked down, Father Fleming eased off of Dodge, falling to
his knees on the floor. When Dodge slipped in behind him, he realized the
man was crying.

"Hey, now," Dodge asked, using his thumbs to wipe away the tears. "What's
all this? Didn't you like what you were doing?"

"Too much! Sin...is insidious."

Dodge slid the pink pouch aside and closed his hand around the father's
rigid shaft. "Know what else is insidious? Pleasure. It's also beautiful,
like you. Enjoy what our bodies can do. All of it."

"Can we do more...of the tongue inside me?"

Dodge gathered the father into his arms. "Do you have a softer place to do
it than the floor? Cuz I'd really like to get deeper into you with my
tongue...before plowing that sweet asshole."

"Upstairs," the father said, pushing his glasses up. "We can go upstairs."

"Lead on," Dodge said, letting himself be taken upstairs.

September 13

In the cramped, dark space, Sam held onto the hard, working muscle of the
man behind him. Pressed against the wall, Sam breathed in the pine scent of
the wood. His shoulders, angled in the space, dug into the wood as the man
pressed against him. He had just enough room to maneuver the man's thick
shaft into the cleft of his greased and primed hole. The man's muscular arm
circled his waist and held him tight. Sam sighed as the man relented and
began sliding up inside him. Both his legs quivered as he spread them as
far as he could. The shaft opened him, stretching his hole farther than he
imagined. Minutes later, the blunt head touched his prostate and his own
cock started leaking.

"Wicked," the man behind him hissed into his ear. "You're a wicked,
debauched child!"

"I'm twenty-five," Sam said back to him. "Not a child, anymore. Stop your
moralizing and fuck me! You know you want this, same as me."

The man could lie all he wanted to himself but the hardness of his cock and
the way it slid even further into the warm channel told the truth of it
all. Sam's body contorted and pushed back against him. The man sighed as he
started a long, sensual rhythm they both would enjoy. Sam's hand on his ass
urged him to speed up. Against everything in his mind, he did what the
other man wanted. It took him just a few minutes until he was forcing as
much as he could, as fast as he could, into the boy's asshole. Sam groaned
and he used his other hand to muffle the sound.

"Quiet, sinner! Keep your foul noises to yourself!"

In spite of his protests, the man adjusted the angle of his body so he
could deliver the deepest penetration of the boy's tight hole. Around his
ankles, his black pants made a whispering noise as he fucked the warm
hole. Sweat ran down his bare chest, collecting in his pubic hair. Sam's
slick body rubbed against his, fueling his desire. The man's tight stomach
flexed as he fucked, over and over. Sam's head fell back on his shoulder
and he kissed the smooth curve of his neck. Sam allowed the man's paw-like
hands to pull and twist on his nipples. It made his dick gush! The deeper
the man was inside him, the more Sam wanted to scream in pleasure but the
hand on his mouth didn't move. Breathing in through his nose, he smelled
sweat and stale cologne.

"I'm...close," the man hissed into Sam's ear.

"Inside me! Dump your load in my ass!"

"Foul-mouthed sinner," the man muttered, burying himself in the boy's hole.

Sam rode the man's shuddering orgasm. The first full blast of cum caught
him by surprise. Sam pushed against the wall, forcing all the man's shaft
inside of him. Cum oozed out of his ass as the man kept pumping it into
him. Sam pushed harder against the wall, pinning the man to the door and
holding him there. Sam's own cock throbbed but he denied himself any
release. It wasn't time. He would wait until the time was perfect. The man
behind him groaned as he released the last of his load.

"You stay in here, sinner," the man muttered when Sam relaxed his
arms. "You're going to need to think on what you've done and how you've
used your sensual body to corrupt a man of God. Stay in here and repent
your blasphemy."

"Sure," Sam said, letting the man pull out of him. "See you next Friday,
Father Vanzetti."

September 16

Father Fleming laid a beautiful table for the women's group. Over fifteen
showed up to sample honeyed ham and fresh bread. They talked about his
desserts and praised his work with their charities over the year. They
spoke to him about their lives, their jobs, and their children. He listened
with a polite smile and attentive ear. All the while, he thought of Dodge
Curry and the wonderful time they had together.

Later, when Mrs. Baker talked about how well her son Jason was doing at his
new job, Father Fleming found himself envisioning Jason toiling in the
summer heat. For the last two summers, Jason cut his grass all summer
wearing very short denim shorts and the barest of tank tops. When Marcus
took him out a glass of cold water, the boy always made sure their fingers
touched around the glass. Now, as Mrs. Baker talked about her eldest son,
Marcus pictured him in a pair of light yellow briefs, like the ones he was
wearing, now. Bulging front. The material clung to Jason's smooth skin and
ample asscheeks. Sweat ran along the crease of his chest, down his smooth
stomach, collecting in the slash of his navel.

"Father Fleming? Did we lose you?"

Snapped back, Marcus shook his head. "Only for a moment. What else keeps
Jason busy?"

Mrs. Baker talked about Jason's charity work. Father Fleming envisioned the
young man coming to his house, the way Dodge had, and asking if he could be
of "service." Marcus pictured the many, many ways he would let the sweet
mouth service him.

 Marcus was glad when the women began talking about upcoming charity
work. Still, Dodge Curry, his brother Dillon, Jason Baker, and the handsome
man on BROKER STROKER filled his mind whenever there was a lull in the
conversation. Father Fleming tried very hard to focus on the afternoon's
guests and not the men in his mind.

September 18

Pastor Santino put the cardboard sign in front of the fan to dry the paint
faster. Annette showed up a few minutes before noon to take them over to
the school and wouldn't hear of him helping. Ravi let her go, knowing it
would be foolish to argue with her. Coming around the side of her car,
dressed in a tight t-shirt and tighter jeans, Annette's oldest son gave
Ravi Santino an appreciative nod. They spoke to each other like they always
did.

Pastor Santino remembered two summers ago, just after the handsome black
man turned thirty, how they celebrated the occasion. Naked. Pressed against
each other in the back of a pickup truck on Jointer Road. Fucking. Hard
fucking. As he watched the man carry the paint to Annette's car, Ravi could
remember every inch of the man's beautiful cock and how it fit so well
inside him. He remembered the strong scent of cologne and how the man
kissed.

"Pastor? You okay?"

Nodding at Annette, Ravi snapped himself out of his fugue. "Paint fumes!
I'm a little light-headed, is all. I'll be fine once I get some air!"

"You go on ahead. I can manage all this!"

"Thank you, again." He said to her, already walking toward his own car. He
gave one last look to the man handling the paint. The man nodded. "Fuck me,
Friday," he muttered to himself, thinking about the what-if of the
situation.

Instead of driving back to his house, Ravi took a familiar detour and soon
found himself in an out-of-the-way parking lot. He got out, closed and
locked his door, and headed for the bathroom. After a little bit of a hike,
he got there and went inside. The one stall was open so he went in, closed
the door, and locked it. He sat down on the toilet seat and waited for the
hole on his left to be filled by a needy cock. He waited for about half an
hour until the outside door opened and someone came in. Ravi's mouth
watered as he heard the zipper slide down. The soft rustle of
clothes. Then, the most beautiful piece of meat slid into the hole. It was
curved and thick, hooded and drooling cum.

"God," Ravi said, getting to his knees. "God is good for making this!"

He lifted the head with his tongue. Cum ran down his lips and chin. He
eased it into his mouth and its owner sighed. Ravi slid the head deeper
into his mouth until it bumped against his throat. It took some effort to
ease it on back. The owner sighed again. Ravi mouthed and sucked at the
shaft, pulling hard with his mouth as he leaned back. More cum oozed into
his open throat. Soon enough, the man on the other side of the stall
started working his hips. Ravi braced himself and rode out one of the
roughest face-fucks he'd had in a long time. The man didn't care about his
feelings or his pleasure. All he cared about was getting off and Ravi made
sure he did. The man roared as he came, shaking the stall as he emptied his
beautiful black cock in the pastor's willing mouth.

"Thanks," the man on the other side grunted when he pulled back.

In the dark of the bathroom, Ravi recognized the voice. After the bathroom
door banged closed, he said to nobody, "Thank you, Annette, for making that
stud."

September 21

Nathaniel confirmed dinner with Preston before buying all the makings. He
prepped some vegetables and started a roast. As he waited on it to cook, he
cleaned his house and changed the sheets on his bed. He was putting them
back on when his doorbell rang. After a quick glance at the clock, he went
to answer it.

"Dodge? What are you doing around here?"

"You have a minute? Just to talk. I don't have time for our usual."

Smirking, the man stepped aside and let his guest in. Dodge brushed him on
purpose, making sure the man felt it. When they were alone, Dodge told him
about his time with Father Fleming and how sad the man seemed after they
had sex. It was something that bothered the younger man but he couldn't put
a name to why. Nathaniel checked the food while he listened. Dodge offered
to set the table and didn't wait for permission before doing it.

"I don't know the man very well so I can't say why he'd get emotional. If
I'm guessing, I'd say it had something to do with his past. It's something
he doesn't talk about a lot."

"He has two upstairs rooms. We did what we did in his second one. Best I
can see, though, he's not doing his own version of BROKER STROKER up in
there." Dodge put out the last of the glasses. "The room we did our thing
in looked like a guest room. Nothing personal in there."

"Why don't you ask your dad? He might know."

"Speaking of my dad, are you guys fucking?"

"We're just friends."

"Friends fuck," Dodge said with a grin. "You and me are friends. We
fuck. You're friends with my brother. You fuck. Friends can fuck,
Mr. Yates."

Nathaniel went over to where Dodge leaned against the sink. "I know friends
can fuck. I'm saying, me and your dad are friends who don't fuck. We just
like each other's company. We have a lot to talk about."

"Like what? Fucking?"

"Sometimes. We talk about books. Movies. Carpentry. Stars. The ones in the
sky, not the ones in movies. We talk about life. Sons. Life with our sons."

"Wait a minute. You have sons?"

"One son. I have one son." Nathaniel slid his hand over the bulge in
Dodge's pants. "He lives in Ohio with his mother. I see him when I can but
he's busy."

"You trying to solicit a fuck, Mr. Yates?" Dodge asked, looking down at the
man's hand. "I don't have time for anything long and drawn out but I could
do a quick bang-and-go, if you want."

Nathaniel unzipped the other's pants and slid his hand in to grasp his
cock. "Nah. I just want to play with it while we're talking."

Smirking, Dodge enjoyed the stroking. "So, you and my dad are dating?"

"We're friends," Nathaniel said again. "Why are you so interested?"

"Because I love my dad and I...uh...oh, fuck..."

Nathaniel eased his hand off the kid. "You best get going. We don't want
guests for our alone time. It's just me and him."

"Yeah...and you're a tease." Dodge zipped his pants. "You ever think you
might date my dad?"

"Possible. We're not there, yet, though. We're still in the friend stage
and we like it there."

Dodge grabbed the man's head and kissed him. Nathaniel grabbed the kid's
shoulders and kissed him back. They ground their lips together in the best
way. Tongues touched. A soft sound came from Dodge as he broke the kiss.

"You'd be such a hot step-dad." He said, smirking. "Be good to my dad,
okay? Friend or fuck...be good to him. My mom's a bitch to him so he could
use somebody being good to him, for a change."

"I hear you. Now, get out."

Nathaniel watched the boy leave. Taking out his phone, he called
Preston. The man picked up and apologized for running late. They talked for
a while until Preston said he was in the driveway and would be right
over. Nathaniel went to his front door. In the doorway, they stared at one
another. Nathaniel smiled first.

"You know why Father Fleming looks so sad all the time?"

"Not all the time, no. If I was a betting man, though, I'd say he was sad a
lot of the time because his husband, Frank died last August. Tends to upset
a man when their spouse dies."

Nathaniel slipped two fingers into the waistband of Preston's pants and
pulled him close. "We're friends, right? You and me?"

"I like to think so," Preston said with a smile. "What else would we be
after nine months?"

"You think friends should fuck?"

Preston's smile eased and he looked deep into the man's eyes. "Should they?
Depends. If they're grown-ass men who feel like they want to, sure."

"We're grown-ass men," Nathaniel pointed out, still holding to Preston's
pants. "You wanna fuck?"

"I'd rather eat," Preston said, pulling the man's hand out of his
pants. "It's been a long day and I'm fucking starving. I brought wine."

Smiling, Nathaniel moved out of the way and let the other man inside all
the way. He closed the front door and turned the lock. Then, he followed
his friend into his kitchen and they poured the wine. Afterwards, they sat
down for a nice dinner and good conversation.

September 29

The door swung open and Pastor Ravi Santino's heart started beating
faster. The sound of heavy boots coming closer to the stall made it almost
pound right out of his chest. The rattling of a belt behind undone, the
soft sigh, the casual grunt just before a solid piece of meat slid through
the hole in the stall wall -- it all got to the man. The soft cock curved
down so Ravi had to dip his head so he could get his tongue in under
it. The tip tasted sweet, like his favorite man-syrup. He slid his tongue
in under the heavy head and let it slide into his mouth.

The door opened again. Ravi heard it close, then heard the scream of the
lock slide into place.

The cock in his mouth hardened and he slid it toward the back of his
throat. Boots on the floor. A gasp. A sigh. Slurping. Moaning. The cock
hardened even more. A soft sound that sounded like "Yeah." The cock slipped
back along his tongue. Hands over the top of the stall surprised
Ravi. Another whispered "Yeah." Ravi pumped the shaft with his hand, then
licked the head.

"Fuck me," the whisperer grunted. "Fuck me while this whore sucks me off."

He couldn't make out the voice but he knew this was going to be
hot. Anytime they got fingered or fucked while they got blown, the end
result was amazing. Ravi put his mouth back on the cock and realized, it
was uncircumcised. Not too many men around had their skin. He started
running down the men he knew that still had theirs. Visions of who was now
getting cock in their ass ran through his mind as he licked and sucked at
the skin. It was nice. Clean. Tasty. He swallowed it all so he could press
his nose into the dark pubic bush. Sweaty. Musky. So fucking hot.

"God," the whisperer said, gasping. "God...damn it."

A hard swat followed this as the other male hissed, "Quiet, sinner!"

Ravi felt a rush go through his groin. Nothing made him hotter than to hear
the religious talk while they engaged in sinful behavior. Ravi sucked hard
on the cock as it jostled in his mouth. The fucking began. The hard, thick
meat slid in and out of his mouth on its own. All he had to do was brace
himself against the stall and let the lucky fuck use his mouth. He got used
to the rhythm and soon, he was riding the cock with his mouth as its owner
was railed on the other side.

"Oh, Jesus..." the whisperer gasped. "Jesus, fuck me! Oh, Jesus...fuck me
harder!"

"Blasphemer!" The fucker roared, his voice echoing in the small
room. "You'll need extra punishment for this, you filthy whore!"

"Uh-huh," the whisperer said, letting himself be used. "Punish the fuck out
of me."

Ravi held to the stall as the cock speared his throat. Soon, the thing
spasmed. The whisperer groaned, a low, deep sound. He swore again and got
several swats with an open hand. He groaned at this. His cock jerked and
jumped.

"FUCK," the whisperer shouted, his voice deep and resonant. "Oh,
FUCK...Fuck me, father! Fuck me! I'm cumming, father...oh, FUCK!"

Realization tore through Ravi, even as his throat was crammed with cock. He
pushed against the stall but the impaled cock started to release its creamy
offering. On the other side, the fucker began wailing on the fucked ass, a
rapidfire of hard, stinging slaps that caused the fucked male to groan. His
orgasm grew even stronger as he felt his ass start to burn.

"Goddamn! Goddamn, father! Goddamn, that cock feels good! Cum for me,
father! Fucking breed my whore ass, Father V! Breed me!"

Having no other choice, Ravi swallowed all of the warm cum being fed to
him. It filled his mouth, ran down his chin. Then, as he was given just a
second to back off, the thing slung hard to one side and sprayed his
face. Cum went all over his forehead, along his nose, and covered one
cheek. Cum flew across his chest, over one shoulder. It was spewing from
the sweet, uncut cock like a water from a hose. Ravi watched as it moved
like a giant serpent. Like THE giant serpent. The one that caused all the
chaos in the garden.

"FUCK, father...yeah! I feel you cumming! Pump it into me, father! FUCK,
yes!"

"Sinful blasphemer! Your whore-ass is draining me...again! You're bound for
the Pit, boy! Your succulent ass and whorish libido has doomed your
soul...whore."

Ravi pulled back as the cock disappeared from the hole.

"Jesus, Father V. You make it sound like you're without sin, here. What,
with your sweet cock still hard and dripping with cum that you shot up my
hole."

Still and quiet, Ravi listened for the lock. All he heard was
shuffling. Then, the unmistakable sound of kissing. He peeked through the
hole and saw bodies writhing against one another. One covered with thick,
brown and gray hair. The other...

He moved back from the hole. He cursed the sweet taste of cum clinging to
his mouth.

Minutes later, the door to the stall came open. Ravi scrambled back,
bumping into the toilet. He looked down at himself, still covered in slick,
sticky cum. He looked up to see a handsome face looking down on him with
delight.

"Well, well. Looks like the Whore of Babylon was right. His father is a
cocksucking sinner, just like he is." This new man came into the narrow
space, leading with his still-hard cock. "The whore tells me you're a man
of the cloth, too. A double sinner. Looks like you just took a severe
throat-fucking from your own boy. Tsk, tsk, tsk, cocksucker. You're surely
damned to Hell, now."

"I...I didn't know."

"That what you're going to tell the Almighty when he asks why you sucked
your son's cock?" The man swung his hips. Ravi's eyes went right to his
hardness. The man chuckled. "You really are the cock-hungry whore your boy
says, aren't you? You just got caught by a stranger, covered in cum and
shame, and all you can think of is having a hard dick in your mouth."

Just then, the same curved cock slid back through the hole in the
stall. The man standing glared down at Ravi, that wicked smile growing
wider. Ravi looked from one cock to the other, his mind warring with
itself. The cock in the hole pulsed and a thick drop of precum oozed from
the head.

"Looks like you've got a choice, cocksucker. Me...or sin." The man shook
his hips. "Of course, whichever you choose, the other is going to fuck your
sinful asshole. Feed...or breed. You pick."

Knowing his choices, Ravi dove for the man in front of him. His mouth
latched onto the solid shaft and he felt it slide down his throat with
ease. The man's hand grabbed his hair and drug him forward and out of the
stall. Ravi sucked as hard as he could, walking on his knees. He sucked and
sucked, his tongue lapping at the head.

"He's made his choice, sinner!" The man growled. "You know what that
means!"

Ravi's head was pulled away so he could watch as a now-naked Sam waltzed
over to him. The gleeful look in Sam's eyes was shocking. Sam looked down
at him. He smiled. Then, he leaned down and took Ravi's asscheeks in his
hands. The man, still holding Ravi's hair, pulled his mouth back to his
cock.

"Get in there, boy! Do what the sinner wants!"

Ravi could not pull off the warm, veiny cock in his throat, even if he
wanted to. The hand in his hair held tight. He felt a warm tongue slide
into his ass. The warmest tongue. It worked up into him with such expert
skill that Ravi's own cock started to drool. He pushed back on the tongue,
pushing forward to get more cock in his mouth.

Father Lane Vanzetti laughed, a deep, throaty laugh. "Sinners, the both of
you! Cocksucking, ass-fucking, whore-mongering...incestuous sinners! Go on,
then, boy! You've already bathed him in your cum! You might as well put it
up his ass!"

The strange twinge in Ravi's gut gave way to something else as he felt the
thickness slide up inside of him. Without any warning, he was
fucked. Hard. Behind him, holding onto his hips, Sam drilled up into him
over and over. The father fucked his face with the same hard thrusts and
speed. Dick. Cock. Cum. Spit. Sam. Father Vanzetti. Ravi was lost in the
grungy sexiness of it all. As he was fucked, he took hard cock down his
throat. As the father slapped his face, Sam wailed on his ass. His skin
burned. His throat burned. Cum. It poured down his throat. He didn't even
realize Father Vanzetti was cumming until the blow to his face brought him
back to reality. Cum scalded his mouth and he loved it.

"Do it, boy! Breed this sinner!"

"Oh," Ravi managed to say once the father released his hair. "God...oh,
god, no..."

"FUCK, YES!!" Sam roared.

The scalding stuff spewed all in his ass, making Ravi groan. In spite of
himself, he pushed back hard onto the man's hard cock. Not a drop of it
escaped his hungry hole and he and Sam both groaned. Sam continued pumping
long after the cum stopped flowing. Ravi felt it all through his body as
his own dick started to spray the floor.

"Sinful!" Father Vanzetti spat, watching Ravi's body shudder. "Such a
sinful animal you are! Look at you, on your knees in a filthy restroom,
covered in cum, filled with cum...and I'll bet you still want more cock,
don't you? Don't you!"

All Ravi could do was look up, up at the swollen shaft the horny father was
offering him. Shame burned on his face as he felt Sam's hands take hold of
his ass again. The father's cruel hand took hold of his hair and pulled him
forward. Sam's thick cockhead pushed at his worn asshole.

"One word and we'll stop," Father Vanzetti said. "One word and you can be
free of this sinful torture...or, we can fuck you senseless for the next
hour, the both of us using your whore-hole and pumping you full of our
sinful semen." The father's face was hard but sexy. "What's the word,
whore?"

Ravi gazed at the throbbing shaft. The word was an easy one. "More!"

End of Part 9: September