Date: Sun, 21 Feb 2016 02:51:01 +0000 From: Charles holmes Subject: Growing Up A Chubby Boy - 4 Adult Youth This story is about older men and a young man having gay sex. If you are not old enough to be on a site like this then you should leave. The entire story is purely fictional and made up from my imagination and wishful thinking. Any suggestions about the story good or bad are welcome at ahsed1955@gmail.com I fully understand that everyone has different taste in all things as well if not more than when it comes to sex. All contributions are welcome at Nifty to keep the site going. Enjoy the story and hope to hear comments from some of you, good or bad. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Growing Up A Chubby Boy - 4 I was about to head to the Seed and Feed Store when my mother called from across the street. Seems it was the third week of the month and the Catholic priest was coming to move into the church's apartment. Our town was too small to have a full time priest or minister so on the third week of each month a Catholic priest would come stay for a week and give Catholic services at the church. On the other weeks we would have visiting preachers from neighboring towns thus giving us a true non-denominational church. I had to ask her why she needed me since the priest had been coming there for years and had never had anything to do with me. She informed me that the priest that was coming was one that hadn't been there for over a year and she wanted me to go over with Mr. Wilson, the caretaker of the church, and help clean up the apartment and move items from the church that wasn't Catholic related. Heading toward the church I knew Mr. Wilson would be either in the church or small apartment out back. Once I forced the old once white wooden doors open far enough for me to get in I saw Mr. Wilson dusting the twenty or so pews in the large room that served as the church. As I got closer I raised my voice because he was over seventy years old and very hard of hearing. With a startled look on his well groomed gray bearded face he turned and squinted even though he was wearing his glasses. Waving at me he said my mother said she was sending me over and tossed me a cloth. Telling me to start on the back row and work my way forward he would finish working toward the back. For the next hour we dusted and wiped off each pew even underneath before we got brooms and began cleaning the floor. Taking a short break after finishing the floor, Mr. Wilson got us both a cold iced tea and began telling me what we had to do in the church before we went into the apartment. Moving the chairs and lecturn in certain places we then draped some cloths over different tables and such making the place look more like a Catholic Church. Mr. Wilson brought out a big wooden box and began polishing up some goblet items before placing then on the table at the back of the stage area. Giving the place one more good look he said it looked like we had done everything we could to the church and should get on the apartment. First he had me open all the windows since the place hadn't been used since the last time the Catholic priest had been there. There was a dusty stuffy smell to the place which seemed to begin to weaken as soon as the cool breeze started through the three rooms. There was the front room which contained a sofa, coffee table, end tables with lamps, and an old radio which I figured probably didn't work. In the next room was a small refrigerator, a table with four chairs, an oven and small counter with sink. The final room was a simple bedroom. It contained an average size bed that though it was made covered in a layer of dust. Lamp table on either side with matching but antique looking lamps. A small desk was just inside the room next to the door with a matching chest opposite the bed and next to the very small closet. Just off the bedroom was a bathroom which compared to the rest of the apartment was more modern letting anyone who saw it know it had been added a long time after the apartment was built. There was an old deep bathtub with the legs that looked like claws gripping a ball. A shower curtain had been attached around the tub so one could either take a bath or shower. There was more storage room on the shelves beside the sink and toilet than was in the small closet in the bedroom. Mr. Wilson stripped the bed and pulled out some clean sheets and blankets from the chest. Reaching into the bottom drawer he took out some face and bath towels and placed them in the appropriate places in the bathroom. It took him a few minutes to scrub out the toilet, sink and tub before claiming he was finished with the bathroom. Another hour and we had the place as clean as it could get although the entire place could use a new coat of paint. Mr. Wilson walked back into the bathroom saying he had forgot to check the toilet. Wondering what he was talking about I was a little surprised to see him unzip his pants and flop out his uncut cock, pull the foreskin back and begin relieving himself. The surprising thing to me wasn't that he was relievng himself but the fact that he was doing it in my full view without giving it a second thought. I felt my own cock begin to harden as I watched. Once his stream had stopped he shook his cock up and down several times causing it to swell just a little before he jerked the foreskin back and forth forcing the skin back and forth over the thick head. I hadn't noticed that Mr. Wilson had been looking at me as he continued to pull his foreskin back and forth causing his cock to get harder. When I looked up and saw him looking at me I felt my face turn red and started to turn around. He told me there was no reason to get shy now, I had already seen his cock and from the look of the front of my pants I liked what I saw. Glancing back around I saw he had taken a full grip of his cock and was now stroking what started out as a wrinkled ole penis and was now a hard rod of human flesh. He told me to come on over and help him out which I did without giving it a second thought. Reaching out I took his cock in my hand and began moving it back and forth paying a lot of attention to the head. He moaned out his approval as he opened his shirt revealing a thick gray cover of hair over his chest and stomach. Taking one hand I rubbed my fingers through the soft long hair while keeping a steady pace with my other hand. He reached out and began to stroke my head as he closed his eyes. He slowly moved his hand down my shoulder and over my chubby stomach until he had his hand on my crotch. Rubbing it a few times he asked if I might be more comfortable if I dropped my pants. Taking my hands away from his body I quickly unbuckled my pants and dropped them to the floor. As I took his cock in my hands he began to rub his thick hard fingers over my five stiff inches. The feeling of his fingers were course and stiff but soon it was obvious he knew how to use them on a cock. Several times he drew in his breath and held himself still before continuing back with his stroking. The first time I didn't know what he was doing but by the third time I knew he was keeping himself from shooting his load. I was rapidly approaching my own and didn't want him to stop his. Leaning over I took the head of his cock into my mouth and began to suck while stroking the bottom four inches of his cock. He gasped then began to moan as his hips began to pump on their own. I heard his breathing get faster and harder just as both of his hands went to the back of my head. While holding onto my head he pumped his hips, forcing as much of his cock into my mouth that my hand would allow. He started to mumble something but it turned into a long moan as his cock blasted several streams of hot cum into my mouth. With each volley he would grip my head tight and thrust his hips forward. The bottom of his hairy belly would rub the top of my head. As his cock began to soften his grip on my head eased and I took hold of my cock and rapidly jerked until it began to spray my own cum. Mr. Wilson stepped back and took some toilet tissue and wiped his cock clean as he handed me some to clean myself up. Smiling he said he never expected anything like that and any time I wanted I was welcome to repeated it with him. We cleaned up ourselves and made sure there was nothing messed up in the bathroom before lowering the windows and moving back through the church. Outside Mr. Wilson said that the Priest was due to be there in about an hour and he was walking home to get something to eat but would be back to help him unpack for the week. He asked if I could come back to help. I told him I had nothing to do and would probably go get a soda but come back. We walked off in different directions. I was just out of the store with my soda when the old pickup I recognized slowed down beside me and asked if I was busy. Looking up I smiled at the big farmer who had fucked me before. I told him I had to be at the church in about twenty minutes. He glanced around and told me to get in that he would have me back in time. He drove just out of town and had me get undressed while he drove. Pulling off onto a road seldom used we went on for about half a mile. Looking around he said we could see and hear anyone before they got too close. Stopping the truck he got out and walked around to the passenger door and opened it. Smiling he said he wished we had a little more time but he would be as easy on my ass as he could. Rolling me on my back he spread my chunky legs and to my surprise placed his mouth on my asshole. Licking up and down he soon pushed his tongue deep into my asshole making me moan. Standing up he pulled me to my feet and pushed his thick hard cock toward me telling me to suck on it and get it as wet as I could. Doing as he said I didn't swallow any of my own saliva and let it run down on his hard cock. Pulling it from my mouth he said I was doing a great job but we didn't have time to waste and pushed me back up on the seat and over on my back. Taking his cock he rubbed it up and down my crack and I heard him spit on my asshole a couple times when he bent over. Placing the head against my hole he began to apply pressure while leaning over and sucking on my chubby boy tits. The pleasure from his sucking caught me off guard as the pressure increased against my asshole. The pain hit quickly but before I could yell out the cockhead had popped in past my sphincter. The farmer pushed himself up with his large hard arms and slowly began to push and pull his cock in and out of my asshole making it go further with each stroke. The pain was easing up just as he began to pick up his rhythm. Before the pain had faded he was pounding hard and fast and I felt my own orgasm rapidly growing. Reaching down he took my hips and pulled me higher while driving his cock deeper and deeper into me. Suddenly my cock erupted spraying cum all over my stomach, chest, and face. This seemed to only excite him more as he pulled me into him while using his massive thighs and legs to drive hard into me. I could tell by the expression on his face he was rapidly approaching his own orgasm as he grunted and drove deep into me. I erupted into a second orgasm and we both moaned out as our bodies now belonged to our orgasms. He grabbed my hips and slammed hard into my ass as his cock flooded my ass with his hot seed. Spent he rested against me for a few seconds before my ass squeezed his soft cock out. Pushing himself up he pulled me up and had me squatt to let his hot seed drain out. Reaching behind the seat he got some rags and after wiping himself off he had me stand up and bend over so he could clean me up. He had me walk around some while he got himself dressed. Making me squatt some more he cleaned me again before helping me get dressed. Climbing back in the truck we headed back to town. Letting me out a block before the church he had me turn around to make sure I didn't have any signs of what we had been doing on my clothes. Telling me I looked fine he said next time he would make sure we would have more time to enjoy each other. As he drove off I began to walk to the church enjoying the slippery feeling of my cheeks as they rubbed back and forth plus could feel the warmth around my asshole. Soon I was trying to hide my erection as the walking only increased the desire. At that moment I was distracted by the sound of a car coming up from behind me. I watched as it passed and pulled in beside the church. Picking up my pace since I figured it was probably the priest I smiled as this only increased the speed of my cheeks rubbing together. Getting to the church I watched as Mr. Wilson was opening the drivers door of the car and helping the priest out. He was wearing one of those little hats that one always sees in the pictures and as he stepped out I was surprised as he was a good foot shorter than Mr. Wilson. As I approached they spoke to each other then noticed me. Mr. Wilson told the priest that I had come to help get his things out of the car and had been a great help in cleaning the church and apartment. Holding out his hand the priest with a strong Irish accent said he was glad to know me and thanked me for being of service to the church. I just stared at this man who was about five inches shorter than my five feet height. Dressed in one of those dark full length robes that priest are always wearing, it was impossable to see what he was built like but one didn't need to see because though he was shorter than myself it was obvious he was twice my size. I stood there with my mouth open as the priest asked if something was wrong. Clearing my throat I said I was just surprised by his accent. He smiled and said that he got that a lot from people he met for the first time. Giving me a pat on the shoulder he said he needed to get something to drink and walked into the apartment. Mr. Wilson opened the trunk of the car and started taking out suitcases and boxes. Once he had them all out he closed the trunk and said I could carry the suitcases in the bedroom and he would take care of the boxes. I was sitting the items on the bed when the priest came into the room and said he needed a good shower to wash off the dust from the trip. He removed his hat and began pulling his robe up from the floor in attempt to remove it. It seemed to get hung around his fat ass and round stomach. Asking for a little help I stepped over and began pulling the bottom of the robe up. To my surprise the priest was naked beneath the thick robe and while he was still struggling with getting it over his head I had a clear view of his hairy stomach and ass but had to move around a little to see what was really getting my cock throbbing. Where I expected to see his cock and balls was a round thick mound with a wrinkled clump of skin. Don't know why but it made my cock almost erupt causing me to gasp out just as he pulled the garmet over his head. Smiling down at me he asked if I liked what I was looking at. Without saying anything or looking away from his crotch I knodded my head. Taking my hand he led me into the bathroom and said I could help him with his shower. Stepping into the bathroom he reached out and rubbed my chubby stomach through my shirt which caused me to reach out and rub his nice round firm hairy stomach and chest. He let out a long moan and said it had been too long since he had felt some smooth young hands on his body. Taking my hand he moved it down to his mound and told me to explore. At first I rubbed all over the outside and beneath where I found the wrinkled skin that I knew contained his balls. Gently pulling on the skin I soon felt his balls hanging down into my hand causing him to moan even more. Excited and curious at the same time I dropped to my knees to get a closer look at where I knew his cock had to be. He spread his legs and lifted what he could of his stomach which created a small hole in the mound which seemed to be getting a little wider. Getting closer I could see the head as it began to emerge from his padding. Taking my head he pushed it against his mound pressing the head of his cock against my lips. Instinctively I opened my mouth and began sucking forcing this time a gasp from his mouth. I began to suck and press into him trying to get more of his cock but found his mound was pushing back against me. Wanting more of his cock inside me as well he said he knew a better way. Pulling me to my feet we went back into the bedroom where he took the pillows from the bed and placed one on the floor while telling me to get naked. When I was nude he moved up against me and took my hard cock and pressed it against the hole where his hot cock was. Pushing against me he forced my cock inside beside his hard cock and humped a few times. It was hot and wet inside as he moaned and enjoyed my cock rubbing against his. Stepping back he had me sit down on the pillow and lean my head back against the bed while he placed the other pillow behind me. Taking my hands he raised them above my head and did his best to straddle my body. Moving in close he managed to place his mound against my face so I opened my mouth and started sucking at the little hole. When he pushed his hips forward I felt the head of his cock pop into my mouth filling it completely. The size surprised me but didn't have time to think about it as he began pushing and moving in closer and closer. My mouth was filled with his cock and as he began pumping against my face his mound seemed to give way as my face pressed into it. He picked up speed and while slamming my head back against the pillow more of his cock was forced in my mouth. He began mumbling something in some language I didn't understand as his cock now was pressing against the back of my throat as he fucked my mouth. Several times his body shivered releasing a sweet taste into my mouth. Catching up to his pounding of my face I manage to suck and breath as he pulled back just before he slammed back into me. If someone had seen us they would have thought he was smothering me. By keeping my arms pinned up over my head he kept my head back at just the right angle. It wasn't until I felt his cock swell and begin to flood my mouth that I became scared of not being able to breath. Swallowing as fast as I could I managed to keep my throat clear enough to take quick breaths. His short fat little body shook vilently as he thrust hard into my mouth sending his short thick cock as deep as possible as it shot his hot creamy load into my throat and stomach. Breathing heavy he released his grip on my arms as he eased his cock from my mouth letting his mound swallow it back inside. Stepping back he helped me up and had me lay back on the bed where he attacked my cock and balls and within seconds had me filling his mouth full of my young boy seed. He cleaned me up before pulling me to my feet and telling me we both needed a shower. In the shower we lathered each other up and rinsed off while fondling each other. At one point he sat down in the tub and had me straddle him thus spredding my legs wide while he sucked on my cock again. Once it was feeling really good he slipped first one finger and then a second in my asshole. It didn't take but a few minutes before I was flooding his mouth again with my seed. When I returned to the church Mr. Wilson was finishing putting the items away and asked if I had enjoyed myself with the Priest. Smiling I felt myself turn red in the face and told him it was fun. He patted me on the back and said that was great that once he finished up in here and the Priest got settled in he would go visit him and pound that round ass of his all night long. I was surprised but then figured I don't know why and realized that Mr. Wilson knew the Priest and had told him what we had done earlier. This explained why it had been so easy for the Priest to get me naked. I had started back home but the more I thought about the chubby little priest the hornier I got. Mr. Smith was closing up his store as I passed and asked what I was doing. Smiling I walked in past him and rubbed his crotch on the way. He gave a little cough as he closed the door and followed me to the back. Neither of us said a word as we peeled out clothes off as quickly as possible. Before he could do or say anything I was sucking on his cock trying to force all of it in my mouth and down my throat. He had to pull back to keep from shooting his load too quickly. Spinning me around he spit on his fingers and pushed them between my cheeks and into my ass. Finding my asshole already slick he pulled his hand back and moved me over to some boxes. Having me hold onto them he drove his cock up inside me with one thrust envoking a loud scream from me. Holding still for a second he let me catch my breath before he started pounding me so fast that my entire ass became one hot area and my orgasm rapidly approached. Letting out several grunts I shot my load on the floor beneath us while Mr. Smith never eased up but did grunt out a few times as my asshole squeezed his hard cock. Pulling his cock out of my ass he used it like a hammer and slapped it against my cheeks and then on my asshole which sent chills through my body. Each time his big head hit my juicy hole I pushed back trying to force the cock back inside me. He reached around and slowly stroked my cock which was semi hard after shooting a load. Stepping back he said he had a better idea as he pushed some boxes off of a table and had me climb up on my back. Lifting my legs high in the air he stabbed his cock at my asshole but it continued to slide above or below it. Acting like a starving animal I grabbed the cock and held it in place so when he stabbed again it sank all the way in till his balls were slapping my ass. Reaching up I took hold of his arms holding my legs up and managed to push my ass back up toward him. For about thirty seconds he pumped so fast that my ass and his cock was making a loud squishing sound as I moaned and felt my own cum spraying over my face, chest and stomach. Mr. Smith was grunting out and I knew he wasn't far from loosing his load which once started continued on for some time. When he was spent he eased his hold on my legs and his cock quickly deflated and was forced out of my hot asshole along with most of his seed that splattered on the floor. Easing my legs down until they were hanging off the table I felt more of his cum leaking out of my asshole. Moving my hand down to my cock I was surprised to find it was hard and felt really good when I stroked it. Just at that point there was some knocking on the front door so Mr. Smith quickly dressed and told me to just rest while he seen who was at the door.