Date: Sat, 20 Aug 2022 16:03:41 -0700 From: Secret Shopper Subject: Alistairs Religious Awakening (Adult-youth, Interracial) Hey all here is another story i hope you enjoy it! As always feel free to email me if you have any comments and here is my kofi if you thought the story was worth a tip <3 https://ko-fi.com/secretshopper Mass had just concluded and several of the members of the congregation had stayed behind to finish their prayers when as young Alistair stepped into the confessional. His years of gymnast practice had begun to leave their mark on his eighth grade frame giving him an impressively tight figure and two sizable globes that barely fit into his church pants. His red hair was bright as fire for a moment as the light hit it just before he closed the door to the booth and settled down on the creaky wood. As he adjusted his large 14 year old buttocks the bench continued to squeak awkwardly as he tried to adjust himself in a way that wouldn't make more noise. His neck starting to get red from embarrassment. He looked through the grate to see blindly white teeth smiling back at him. He wasn't supposed to know which priest was taking his confessionals but it was hard to miss Father Browns baritone voice. "It always creaks like that boy don't worry, the booth is sound proof, no-one can hear anything in here. We do it like that on purpose to protect the sanctity of the confessionals." Father brown barely fit inside the booth at all, standing 6"6 he was crammed in like a matchbox toy. His large muscles straining against both the fabric of his priest vestments and the pushing against the boundaries of the confessional. His dark skin blending into the shadows. Alistair had always marveled at the darkness of his flesh. So black it almost looked like the night sky, with long locks of hair tied into a knot on his head and a tight fade on the sides. After a few more moments of awkward silence father Brown coughed to encourage Alistair. "Oh uhm .. Sorry... Forgive me father for I have sinned." "How long has it been since your last confession?" "Uhm I think around 2 weeks?" "How have you sinned my child?" "Well... I uhm.. I don't really know." "You don't know?" "No sir, its well... its complicated." "Well do your best and start from the beginning." "Sometimes... when im around people I have ..... These feelings." "Feelings?" "No well yes but not like emotional feelings, like my body feels things." "Oh?" "Like when certain people are near or say things to me my body does things." "Like what?" "Well....." Alistair began to become even more flushed and his neck and face were filled with red blotches of embarrassment" "There is no need to be embarrassed boy, like I said, everything that happens in this booth, stays in this booth. Nothing you tell me will ever leave here." Father brown said, knowing where this conversation was going, a tent beginning to rise in his robes. "Well sometimes when men say things my body starts to react." "React how? Like your penis?" "No sir." "Oh?" The anticipation was making Father browns cock grow rapidly. "Well I was at the store the other day I was with my parents and I used the restroom and inside there was a large man using the urinal next to me." "What did the man look like?" By this point father browns own manhood was throbbing in pain it was so erect. "Well he looked kind of like you Father, I know im not supposed to know who you are. I'm sorry" "Don't apologize boy keep going." Alistair could hear the rubbing of fabric at this point and wondered if maybe father brown was getting warm and readjusting himself. "Well he was really tall and black and his penis was so big I froze and stared at it, I know it rude to stare." "And what did he do?| "Well he looked at me and he said "You aint never seen a big black dick before white boy?" "Oh? And did that make your penis react?" "Well actually sir no." "Well what happened?| At this point Alistair could smell sweat and a manly type of scent from the screen next to him. The partition shaking very gently, rhythmically. "Well Sir." "Father, not sir" "Sorry uhh father, well my ......" "Spit it out son" "My butthole started to throb when he said it and I had to rush to the stall because I though I had wet myself, but when I checked my butthole had started leaking clear juice." There was a quick intake of breath from the other side of the partition. "Wow what a blessed day this is." Father Brown said. "What?" "You've been blessed my sweet boy, and therefore I have been blessed." "What do you mean" "Do you wanna serve the Lord Alistair?" "Uhm... well im kind of confused." "Do you want to do the Lords work or not boy!" "Yes Father Brown of course I do." "Then I need you to swear to me right now that you will honor the sanctity of confession and what happens will never leave this confessional." "I would never tell anyone else this father." "That's a such a good boy. Are you ready to do the work too? Tell me that you want it. That you want the work and youll serve the Lord in silence." "I uhh, I want the work sir. I promise ill never tell anyone about this." "Alright then, close your eyes." Alistair did as he was told at first and he waited as heard a large rustling around of the booth, he kept his eyes tightly shut until he started to hear the grate in the partition being removed. As he opened his eyes slowly but surely from the shadows of the other side of the confessional he saw a large dark member thicker than a soda can slowly show through, the head as large as an apple and dark as night. Dripping some kind of liquid out of where the pee comes out. He was so confused but it just kept coming, inch after inch until pressed up against the partition was father brown pubes and his massive lemon sized balls fell through the bottom of the opening. Frozen and staring at the beast it slowly bumped into his mouth covering his lips in cock snot leaving them shiny and wet. "Father I..." "Don't speak" Father brown interrupted, "open your mouth and taste the gift of the Lord." Alistair tried to do as he was told but it was hard, he struggled to fit the whole thing in his mouth, in the process slobbering and dripping precum all over his white top. He spent several minutes lapping at the cock head like it was a watering device his top becoming so wet it became see through and stuck to his tight and muscular gymnast body. After a while he finally managed to adjust his jaw to immense size of the head and as it entered his mouth and hit the back of his throat a familiar sensation swept through him. His eyes widened and his whole body shuddered as his tight virgin pucker began to throb like it had in the gas station. He felt his whole body react and he latched onto the massive black dick with both hands desperatly hungry for more sweet pre cum. He didn't know what was happening but Father brown knew and Father brown was going to take advantage of this young boys awakening. Alistair furiously sucked noisily on the big black snake and frantically stroked it with both hands his back arched and moaning as he rubbed his sore and throbbing hole against the edge of the bench he was sitting on. After a few minutes of this Father brown interrupted the boys lustful craze by telling him "Ok Alistair its time to push yourself. Are you ready?" Alistair frantically bobbed his head up and down, not realizing that Father Brown could not see him. Brown got the message as he felt the boy bob on his massive cock though. "Now I want to bless you with a gift from the Lord but you have to earn it ok?" Again more desperate bobs. "Take your hands off my cock and hold one ball in each hand. Sad that he couldn't hold onto his new life support he did as he was told, each massive black testicle filling one of the 14 year old's porcelain hands. "In order to earn your reward youre going to have to swallow my cock. I mean all of it. Do you think you can handle that? Alistair popped the cock out of his sore mouth and said "Its to big father I --" Sighing deeply father brown began to withdraw his cock from the partition "If you arent serious about serving the Lord that's fine" but before he could move more than an inch Alistair attacked his cock with a holy fervor, knowing exactly what he was doing Father brown leaned back pushing his cock deeper into Alistair's room and enjoyed the boys new found passion for cock sucking. Desperate to please Father brown Alistair began to thrust the massive member against the back of his throat over and over and over again, battering his tonsils and gagging. After what felt like ages Father brown felt Alistair's losing steam and waited for the response he knew was coming. "Father I cant do it.... Could you help?" "Oh yes boy I can." Father brown threw the partition to the confessional open standing in his full massive glory his muscles body covered in tight curly black hair. He grabbed Alistair by his fire red hair and shoved his face into his groin just under the balls. Alistair as if on cue began to breathe in the scent of the massive black mans balls and his eyes began to glaze over. Once Alistair started to drool he knew he had him. "Im not gonna lie this is going to hurt boy." Alistair was in such a stupor he couldn't even respond his tight white body showing through the sheer white fabric of his shirt soaked with sweat and pre cum. He used his left hand to grab a fistful of that beautiful red hair and placed his right hand at the base of his skull. He lined the head of his cock againt the boys throat and said "Take a deep breath" but Alistair was too cock drunk to pay attention, so Father brown slapped him, hard. The red print on his cheek woke hip up. "Take a deep breath through your nose and get ready faggot. The combination of the smack and the slur set something in him alive and he took in breath and looked deep into his Priests eyes. "Now swallow hard." As Alistair did what he was told he felt all 14 inches of massive black soda can thick cock ram into his throat expanding his esophagus in a way he didn't know was possible. His throat burned like nothing he'd ever experienced. It didn't burn like fire though, it burned like a sunburn after a long day of having fun at the beach, it burned like your favorite Mexican food whose spiciness made you crave more, it was all he wanted and all he needed and he places his hands against the course leg muscle and hair of his Priest whom he loved, whom he trusted, and he gripped with all his might and Father brown fucked his throat with no mercy, he tore into the boy with a holy passion, thrust after thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through the large black mans body. It only took about a minute before Father brown could Feel himself Climaxing and told the boy "Get ready you little white faggot im about to bless your stomach with the Lords seed." Knowing exactly what he was doing he felt Alistairs hands grip into his thighs and watched as his back arched. The seat of his pants wet with pussy juice. As he shot into the boys throat he could feel it tighten around his cock "Yes boy take that nigger cum, fuckkkkk boy." That was all Alistair needed to hear and he experienced his first orgasm. Alistair gripped the priests thighs with heavenly might as he felt his pussy spasm over and over again, his little boy cock shooting stream after stream of cum into his panties. They both shuddered for several minutes of divine cum filled bliss. Knowing the boy didn't have much air left Father brown fished his massive tool out of the boys throat and watched as dozens of saliva threads followed it out of his mouth. Still stupid with cum haze the boy went limp only help up by the Priests fist full of hair. Knowing he needed to wrap it up he placed the boy on his naked chest and began to gently fuck the boys mouth with his own tongue while rubbing his back and nursing him back to awareness. "You've done so good boy. God is so happy with you." But now we got to get you cleaned up. So father brown re fastened his clothing and grabbed a blanket he kept in the confessional for situations such as these, he wrapped the boy in the blanket and exited the confessional to only a few stragglers still in the pews blissfully unaware of what had just transpired. The smell of cum and man on boy love washed into the area but noone seemed to notice. Alistairs parents walked up to the priest looking concerned but in his calming African accent he told them "Nothing to be worried about. Just an emotional confession, it takes it out of a boy. We still have some work to do so why don't you leave him with me and enjoy your day. You deserve a break no?" The parents agreed obviously worried but knowing they would appreciate the day off so they agreed to pick up Alistair later that evening and left without any fuss. Carrying the boy up to his personal chambers Father Brown smiled knowing he was about to awaken this boy to a whole new world of experiences.