Date: Thu, 29 Dec 2022 18:51:21 +0000
From: Billie353535 Vegita <shutup_nz@hotmail.com>
Subject: Confessing to father fred (part 7 - adult youth)

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I stood nervously between Father Fred and Mr. Brown as they looked down
at my near-naked form. It was Sunday again, and people were already
gathering outside. Father Fred had called me inside early to examine me;
it had been a while since he had seen me. I stood before my two admirers,
just them and me. I had arrived in my usual church attire, but that had
been discarded as I stood bare-chested in front of them in only my red
underwear. My hard boner was putting on its best show, straining upright
against my waistband, but even being rock-hard, I knew it paled compared
to these two men. I felt so small as the two adults stood over me; I must
have looked like a cute little meal to them compared to their larger
adult bodies. They openly felt my chest, and I let them as they pinched
my nipples and cupped my butt. My teen cock throbbed inside my undies
from all their attention. I hadn't been allowed to cum in weeks; the last
time was with Mr. Brown at the conference when he fucked me for the very
first time.
"It's so good to see you again, Benji." Father Fred said. "I trust Mr.
Brown has been keeping an eye on your condition?"

"Yes, Father," I replied. "He checks my penis at the end of every class.
He fucks me after class most days too."

"That's good." Father Fred winked at Mr. Brown. "A boy's hole should be
used while it is still young and tender. I apologize for my long absence,
but duty called."

"That's quite alright." Mr. Brown replied. "He's been behaving himself in
your absence, Father. I've been watching him at school, and his dad
watches him at home. He hasn't cum in quite some time."

"Hoho, I can tell." Father Fred laughed. "As the bible teaches, one must
not give in to such temptations. That little fellow in your underwear
looks quite desperate, doesn't it?"

"Yes, father. My balls ache all the time. Just my bedsheets rubbing
against my skin gets me horny. When I go to bed, my dad puts this little
metal thing on it, just in case I get hard overnight."

It was all true; these days, I was a twitching mess when it came to my
cock. I did my best and took each day as it came, each day more difficult
than the last. Just the soft caress of my clothes in a new way could have
my little guy springing to attention now, and my peehole was leaking
precum constantly.

"What about the video you took of him at school? Have others been able to
witness the glory of Benji's naked body?

"Almost everyone in the school has watched it now, Father." Mr. Brown
explained. "And any student is allowed to ask Benji about his sexual
development. If I am present, we even allow students to physically check
whether he is erect or not. More often than not, he is, but he still ends
up with some youngstress or male friend groping his penis."

I groaned inwardly as I recalled every moment Mr. Brown surmised. Boys
were always asking me to show them my cock or butthole, and girls were
always asking if I was hard. Showing my butthole in school was
embarrassing, but the girls were the worst because they took every
opportunity they could to touch me. They would always make sure Mr. Brown
was around when they asked, so they could feel my boner or my balls, and
they had no idea how sensitive my nuts were. My balls were sensitive at
the best of times, but lately, mine had been so full that just a tap made
me feel like I had been kicked in the guts.

"That all sounds very promising," Father exclaimed, beaming. "I hadn't
expected to be gone as long as I had, so I'm happy to hear you have kept
to my requests. That said, I would like to spend some time with him alone
now, Mr. Brown."

Mr. Brown nodded and excused himself, leaving me with just Father Fred.
He smiled down at me before hooking his fingers into my waistband and
pulling my red briefs to the floor. There was no shame when it came to
being naked with Father Fred. It had been awkward when we first started,
but now I wanted nothing more than for him to see every inch of me. My
engorged teen cock sprang out in front of him, and Father Fred whistled
at the sight.

"My, my, these certainly are swollen, aren't they? They look almost
blue!"

"Yes, Father," I croaked. "Ahhhhh!!"

"Shhhh...." Father Fred hushed as he pressed the palm of his hand against
the underside of my sack. I could feel every ridge of his hands; they
were rough but cool against my wrinkled skin. His hand felt so soothing
in one way, but any touch still put me on edge. "Your testes are the
vessels of your sin, Benji. They contain your sperm, and it is only
through the church that we can manage your ejaculations."

"I understand, father. I do now. "

Father Fred continued to pinch and massage my tortured balls. They were
so enlarged that any movement caused them to brush against one another,
sending me to the edge. Just a little bump caused me to gnash my teeth
with frustration.

"Do you want to cum, Benji? Would you like to empty these balls?"

"Please, Father. I'll do whatever you or the church ask of me." I could
feel a tear forming in my eye as I said it. I needed to cum so badly, but
I knew it wasn't up to me.

"There, there," Father Fred said, wrapping his fingers around my shaft
and squeezing it.

I hissed through my teeth, and my knees weakened as he applied another
level of feeling. It took everything in me not to erupt right there. My
shiny cock head had never been so tight; my balls were begging to release
their load. He pulled his hand and my shaft upwards, making me rise
slightly. I clenched my fists tight, trying to imagine I was a million
miles away; my whole body was shaking. He thumbed the tip of my glans and
peehole, and all I could see were fireworks.

"PLEASE STOP, FATHER, OR I WILL CUM!"

He immediately let me go, leaving my cock to bob all on its own. My legs
and hands shook as I balled up tight, trying to keep from failing him. I
jammed my eyes shut and tried to imagine all the gross things I could
think of to prevent myself from cumming. My body was chilly and exposed,
but my cock was hot like fire. My nuts were so bloated that they pressed
against one another; I couldn't take much more of this. In the darkness
of my senses, I was going mad with frustration, but I managed to step
away from the edge one more time.

"Good boy. " Father Fred said. "I know it takes a lot of willpower for
someone your age to not cum. Boys your age want nothing more than to
masturbate their young cocks, and for you to will away those sinful
thoughts makes me so proud of you."

When I opened my eyes, it took a moment for the blur to come back into
focus. The first thing I noticed was that Father Fred was now on his
knees in front of me. It had always been me sucking his cock or serving
other men. Was he really going to do something like that for me this
time?

"In a moment, I will pleasure you with my mouth," Fred explained. "In a
moment, I will suck on your needy penis, and you will be allowed to cum.
This will be your reward for all your hard work, but it will come with a
caveat."

"Oh, yes, Father. Anything."

"For each minute you endure my mouth on your twitching cock, I will add a
week before you will be allowed to cum again. I understand you want to
cum, but you still need to try not to. The longer you last without
ejaculation, the more you will prove your devotion. Remember, you are
still doing this for the church, and I still want you to last as long as
possible."

"Yes, Father. I understand." I said, blinking through the tears. I didn't
know if I was happy about finally being able to cum or worried about how
long it might be before the next time. I could already feel his breath
rolling across my dick skin. I closed my eyes again as my boyhood became
engulfed in Father Fred's warm, moist mouth.

"Hmmm," Father Fred mumbled around my cock for the first time.

Oh, god, it felt amazing. I wanted to cum right then and there, but I
didn't want to let him down. How long would I have to last for him to be
happy with my restraint? It must have been three weeks since I last came,
so I would have to do that much at least. Oh god. His strong arm wrapped
around me, pulling me close. He ran his finger up the center of my crack,
searching for my butthole. I let myself relax when he found it, allowing
him to penetrate me, his finger sinking deep into my insides.

Once he was inside, I tightened my sphincter around his digit as he
started finger fucking me, my body a tortured agent of pleasure and
desperation. I felt him add another finger and then his thumb, spreading
my ring apart. I tried to focus on the sensations he was creating in my
ass, using them as a distraction from what he was doing with my teen
cock. He spread his fingers, spreading my hole to his limit while he
still sucked me. My cock was crying tears of precum, and I could feel
Father Fred's tongue lap at its secretion like a whirlwind.

Finally, I came. Father Fred must have sensed it as well because he let
me go for the first volley, my jizz flying halfway across the room. I
couldn't help but shout from the intensity as my balls tried to empty
everything they had down my narrow cockhole. Another rope forced its way
down my stem, with Father Fred taking it in his mouth. Yet more cum
erupted from me, my balls rushing to empty everything they had been
holding for so long. Fred's suction changed as he swallowed a mouthful of
my jizz, but it kept coming. My balls were squeezing, and my hips thrust
as my sperm gushed from my cock. At last, I got to cum.

I slumped in his arms as I recovered. I didn't know how long it had been,
but he held me as I came down from my lofty heights.

"Four weeks," Father said, rubbing my back. "You can cum again in four
weeks."

"Yes, Father," I heaved. I was so happy that he was back.

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