Date: Thu, 20 Apr 2023 23:55:31 +0000 From: Billie353535 Vegita Subject: Confessing to father fred (part 9 - adult youth) Disclaimer: The following contains explicit scenes of male sex and a variety of consensual activities. This story may not be copied or posted to any other websites without explicit permission from the author. If any of this content is offensive to you or illegal to access in your geography, please do not proceed. If you like this story, here are some of my other recent stories https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/boys-bordello/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/taming-the-anaconda https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/a-very-gifted-boy/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/doctor-tom/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/camping/tenting-with-sammy/ **** ************************************************ *** **** feedback always welcome to shutup_nz@hotmail.com *** I was sitting alone in my bedroom, trying to focus on my schoolwork, when another wave hit; I scrunched my legs to cross them, bent double at my desk in my bedroom, trying to ignore the need to cum. God, it was getting harder and harder to ignore; every little thing made my cock hard. Even this stupid algebra homework had got me horny again, the square root symbol reminding me of how so many men used me only a few nights before. About half a dozen men had fucked me after I gave them an open invitation. The usual suspects like Mr Brown and Father George used me, along with the man called Gavin and a few others. Each used my mouth or my ass, each depositing their cum inside me one way or another. My butthole tingled at the memory of it all, their loads injecting into me while my load still simmered away in my sack days later. My cum remained contained in my balls, abandoned until Father Fred had use of it. Every little thing set me off; their long thick cocks trundling in and out of my ass had felt magical, spreading my hole, my body giving each of them intense pleasure. Mr Brown was the best for me, knowing what I liked and making it hardest not to cum while he had his turn. His cock was just the right length for his tip to lightly brush my prostate every time he pushed in, our groans in each in tandem. I had to ask him to stop fucking me a few times after I realised I was getting too close to cumming myself. It took a good 30 minutes of his fucking me before he could cum, and I wouldn't. Oh, no, no, no, I'm going to cum just thinking about it. Shit, shit, shit. I squeezed my thighs together, stamped my feet, shook my head...and it subsided once again. My poor balls were so bloated, my cock straining against the front of my shorts as if asking whether I could give it release. Sorry little guy, I can't until Father Fred says so. Then, as if he had been listening to my very thoughts, Father Fred came into my room like a hero coming to save me. I can't remember whether he had been in my room before today, but there he was, like an answer to my prayers. Benji, you lad, how are you doing?" he boomed as he walked behind me. "Good, Father! I wasn't expecting to see you here!" "Ah, I wanted to come to see my favourite subject! How about your temptations of the flesh? Have you been behaving yourself?" "Yes, I have been good, but it's so hard, Father. I'm trying to do my homework, but it keeps trying to pop up..." "I know your deeds, your hard work and your perseverance. I hope you know I only do this for your own good." "I do, Father. I don't want to disappoint you. Being a servant of your church makes me happy, serving the needs of you and others. I just wish my body would make it easier on me!" "It should in time, Benji. Now, there is something which I wish to discuss with you, and I must confess my visit was a selfish one. But first, continue with your studies while I deal with an insatiable need of my own..." I returned to my work, the sharp sound of Father Fred's zipper coming undone next to me. Distraction was one thing, but this was going to be something else! I white-knuckled the pen in my hand, hearing Father pulling his penis out behind me. I didn't entirely understand what he was doing until I felt the warm skin of his penis brushing against the side of my face and Father sighing next to me. "Mmm, your skin is so soft, Benji," Father rumbled as he rubbed his hardness up and down my cheek. "You make me so very proud. I understand that boys your age want nothing more than to touch themselves, to give in to such temptations, but are an example." "Thank you, Father, " I barely whispered. I turned and kissed his penis as it ran back along me, the texture of his cock against my lips and the manly scent of him barely inches away. "Mmmm, " Father Fred moaned beside me. "No sucking tonight, Benji. I only want to feel the softness of your skin against me. I will masturbate using your face alone, and your face will wear the gift of my seed in appreciation of your efforts." It was as if his cock were a hand, and I were his pet as he stroked his cock up and down my skin. I tried desperately to work on my homework, but the feelings of Father's cock grinding up against me made it near impossible. How could I possibly solve math problems with the man of my dreams cock dragging up and down my skin? His balls ran up and down ever so close to my mouth, the bumpy knob of his shaft ever present on the edge of my view. I could hear his breath and the noises of satisfaction he made beside me, his moans making my toes curl. He would drag the length of his cock against the softness of my cheek, his precum smearing up and down my face like trails. His heavy balls would bump into me, packed with his sperm which I had come to know so well. Father Fred's cum. I whimpered and clutched my shorts, knowing Father Fred would eject it onto me. His thrusts had become more urgent, his breathing changing. I could sense it was coming, his cock getting harder, the musty scent of his precum in preparation for what was to come. His hand held my face and groaned my name in pleasure as he deposited his warm goo down the side of my face. He dabbed his penis against the few parts of my face that weren't already stained with his cum, and I finished off by licking the last creamy drops coming out of his cock slit. "Mmmm, that was wonderul, Benji. " Father Fred sighed. "Let's take a look at you." I could still feel his cum dripping down my cheek as I turned to face him, his beaming smile making me blush and my cock harden. He snapped a picture of my messy state on his phone, and I winced as a sudden onset of orgasm rushed forward; the proud face of Father Fred looked at my sticky state, almost bringing me to the brink. "That certainly is bothering you, isn't it?" Father Fred noticed. "It is, Father... "I replied, grabbing myself again to get it to go down. "Here, clean yourself off," Father said, passing me his handkerchief. "I had hoped you would be able to go a little longer without reprieve." "I do my best, Father, but I just can't help it. I don't have the temptation to do it as much anymore, but my cock keeps trying to do it on its own. Maybe I should start wearing the chastity thing during the day? At least that way, I can't get erections all the time." "Perhaps. Or, perhaps, I have underestimated how often a thirteen-year-old needs to ejaculate. Let's look at the rest of you; take everything off so I can see the way god made you." Following his request, I removed all my clothes, standing in front of Father Fred stark naked so he could see me in the flesh. "Heavens, they certainly are swollen, aren't they?" Father gasped, seeing my bloated balls. "Yeah.." Father Fred touched me, cradling my sack, the roughness of his hand causing me to groan with frustration. He purposefully ran a finger between my two balls, evaluating each one's fullness and how tightly packed they were. "Are your testes always raised like this?" Father Fred asked. "Or do they sometimes droop?" "They used to hang down more, Father, but they have been like this for a few days." "Hrm, I see." Father pondered a thought for a moment, rubbing his beard. I could see the wheels turning in his head. "I had come to see you tonight in return for a favour. Should you accept, I will allow you to cum." "Yes!" I blurted out. "You know I would do anything for you, Father. What is it?" "Well, as you know, the church has been working towards a little Easter play with some of the Sunday school children of the church. A basic play, just celebrating Jesus and the story behind it all." "Yeah, they have been working on that all for a while, right? Aren't they a little younger than me, though?" "Yes, they are, but I am looking for someone a bit older to perform briefly during intermission. We have a bunny costume ready, and I think you would look dashing in it. I would have you come up on stage and hide easter eggs for the younger performers whence they return. There will be another boy playing the piano there during your little skit, the same boy who will have been playing for the rest of the show. It would be just you and him in front of the crowd for a few minutes." "Just for doing that, you would let me cum right now?" "Yes." "I mean, of course, I will do it! I need to cum much more than just some little gag in front of an audience!" I laughed nervously. "Just as long as I'm not naked in front of the whole church, right?" Father Fred clapped his hands and cheered. "Oh, I am so happy to hear that, Benji! Okay, put your hands on your head." I didn't care that it was weird; I just wanted to cum! Just like all my classmates and all the men, now I get to have my turn! I watched Father Fred lean toward my cock, but stop just short, his fingers curled to meet his thumb, making the shape I would usually use to jerk myself with. "Make love to my hand, Benji. Let the texture of my palm lay pleasure you. Keep your hands atop your head, and instead treat my hand like you would a lover, whoever that may be." Who even would that be? I gave myself to these men so often; who would I even want on the receiving end if I were to fuck them? Maybe Robby? The last I heard of him, he had moved to another part of town and was making new friends. Doing to Father Fred or Father George or Mr Brown what they did to me just didn't feel like the way things should be. It should be them fucking me. Nevertheless, keeping my hands in place, I thrust my hips forwards, pushing my cock into the space Father Fred allowed. His hand was just the right size for me to make my cock into, only my sticky head pushing through the end where his finger and thumb met. Up and down, I made love with merely his hand, his palm stoic as I pleasured myself with it. I could feel the roughness of his skin, the wrinkles and various pads of his palm as I guided my cock in and out. If this was what sex was like, I was sold. I didn't need a hole, a man, or a boy; all I needed was Father Freds guiding hand to make me cum "Oh god, Father, it feels so good." "Try to make it last, Benji. Make it last as if this were the last time." "Oohh..." I slowed my strokes, my thighs getting a real workout as I fucked up and down. The tightness of Father Fred's grip seemed to change each time I would fuck, as if he were doing it deliberately. Sometimes it would be looser; others, he would firmly enclose it, making a job of pushing my knob through the opening at the end. At the apex of each thrust, my cock would peak through, the tightness causing my glans to stretch and my peehole to spread. Bubbles of precum pushed through, slickening the fuck. "That's it, Benji. Of all the seed you have endured, the seed you contain is the rarest. Spill the essence of your potential sons and daughters so that your need for that of men grows evermore." "Yes, Father...ah!" I gasped. "You understand now, don't you? You are simply the vessel. Your body must learn that its need to release comes at a distant second to others. Your penis, unlike those of your elders, is merely an extension of our lust, only to admire and not for your benefit. God made your body to please only others. Your mouth was made to receive the emissions of the clergy, your anus as a reward to those seeking the feeling of heaven." "Oh, Father! Your words are strange, but they sound so hot!" My legs were shaking, not only with effort but from the pressure building behind my balls. I could feel my butt squeezing behind me as each thrust I pushed with all I had, Father's hand like an electric current running down my cock. My cock almost hurt would how hard I was, my cock leak soaking my length and Father's hand. "Cum for me, Benji. Let me see the cum your young teenage body can produce." It was like my vision closed in as my cum approached, my focus only on the hand that was giving me the best feelings. My balls boiled, the memory of all of the other men dumping their loads in my flooding back at once, my own balls erupting, and my inability to help but cry out at the top of my lungs. I came, and boy, did it fire. Volleys of cum launched into the air across my room, landing behind, in front and some even on Father Fred. My balls squeezed what felt like a cup's worth of cum down my stem, the thickness of the ropes looking like a long continuous drinking straw it was that thick. My cock blew everything I had out, my peehole a volley of fire, my balls empty, and my sperm splattered about the room. I flopped back down into my desk chair, exhausted, and my balls still aching. Father Fred stood over me still, some of my cum still on his hand. "I look forward to your performance this weekend, Benji. Your idea of the chastity cage being on you full-time is a good one. I will let your dad and Mr Brown know of this change." **** feedback always welcome to shutup_nz@hotmail.com ***