Date: Mon, 7 Feb 2022 03:10:06 +0100 (CET)
From: weakestone670@tutanota.com
Subject: "My New Pervert Neighbor Part 3 Adult Youth"

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allowed to or if it is illegal for you to do so. This story is not real,
never happened and never should. Sorry if I offened you, it's the weed
and wine.

Please don't mind my mistakes, misspellings, and my punctuation errors. I
noticed the more I re-read the story checking for errors the more I end
up not liking and then changing things which adds to the time to get it
done. I really appreciate all the postive emails. I do read them all and
love them, and I will do better at responding to them, I just really
wanted to finally finish this chapter. Apologies for taking so long, I
work a ton of hours and the weather has been miserably cold and snowy,
not a good combination for sexual creativity. I hope I don't ramble on or
over detail things and become redundant, or stupid. Well, here it goes,
hope you like.

My mom came into my room in the morning to wake me for the church
services, I normally hated going to church, but not today, I wanted to
thank the Lord for my new life. The first thing I noticed was that I
still had a taste of my molesters cum in my mouth, and my dick was rock
hard and I was super horny. My mother felt my forehead and asked me how I
felt. I told her I was fine, just tired. I didn't tell her that her just
turned 12 year old son woke up horny, naked and with a boy boner. She
told me I looked fine and even had a bit of a "Glow" to me. I was feeling
happy for the first time in along time. I felt content and satisfied with
every thing. I wanted so bad to tell my mom what I did, and how I did it.
Mom, I'm born again, a born again cocksucking faggot. I wanted to say.

It was funny, what I had accomplished at the age of 12 was an amazing
feat. Seducing and getting  that child molester to molest me the way I
did, I was so proud of myself, yet it was pure evil in my parents eyes.
My mom started to gather my clothes for laundry, I realized that I forgot
to hide my short shorts. She picked them up, they were really tiny and
old and there was no reason for me to be wearing them. She dangled them
in front of me and gave me another one of those disgusted looks. You
could tell they had been worn, luckily, she didn't ask about them, how
could I explain that. She then told me to get up and get ready and that
she wanted my sheets for laundry. I was naked with a hard on and a huge
semi- dry cum stain on my sheets. There was no way I could get out of bed
in my state, I told her I was in my underwear and wanted to wait till she
left the room. She said "OK" and left. I avoided being busted for being
naked but the cum stained sheet was another story. Being a fag was going
to be fun and easy, hiding it maybe not so much.

I got out of my bed and looked at myself in the mirror. I'm not a
boastful boy, like I said, I'm not good at sports, not smart or gifted
and not confident, but dang, did I look good naked. I was slender but not
too skinny, nice smooth skin with zero body hair. I never noticed before
but I did have a bit of a girlish body with a killer ass. I knew I had a
nice sized dick. I had the biggest dick in my gym class, our gym teacher
always made the boys take a shower after class, I was definitely bigger
than the other boys. Everybody hated taking those showers but the gym
teacher would stand there and watch to make sure we were all cleaned
smelling nice. He was always nice to me and seemed to pay more attention
to me than others, never thought anything about then but now I knew. He
was a boy lover. Looking at myself in the mirror, I thought now could you
not be a boy lover. I was "hot " for sure. If I was an old guy I would
definitely want to stick my dick in a boys throat like  mine or fuck me.
I felt like God made to be a slut. My dad hated that gym teacher, he was
the one that ordered and made the boys wear those "Gay ass shorts," my
dad called them. My dad hated those shorts and now they are my favorite
piece of clothing, those shorts had brought me great fortune. I had
really hoped my mom wouldn't tell him for that for some unknown reason I
was wearing them.

My molester had to have been thanking his lucky stars. To have a young
boy so obviously, so slut like, and so knowingly exposing himself to a
known child molester. What child would do that expect for one that wanted
to be molested. He had to have loved the way my 12 year old throat felt,
I had just turned 12 so I was still kind of 11. My throat was so tight
but expanded to encase his cock perfectly, all warm and wet, so tight and
smooth. I'm sure he could feel every variation or difference in the
texture of my young boy throat. No wonder he came so quick. I knew I gave
a better blow job than that 11 year old boy.

I know how awesome it felt when I came in his mouth, my dick was small
compared to his so I just came in his mouth. His dick was big and when he
came his dick head was in the back in my throat, his huge pee slit must
have been lined up just right with my throat, his cum just shot and
flowed straight into my belly. I could tell he really liked that, I was
really happy I could to do that for him. That had to have felt incredible
for him, to have your adult cock come as it's wedged deep in a eager 12
year old boys silk like throat.

My dad's voice unfortunately snapped me back to reality when he yelled
for me to hurry up and get ready for church. I had wished that I could've
stayed home and gone to my molesters house and got fucked, but not that
day. I did all the bathroom things and took a quick shower. I loved
taking long showers, soaping up my boy boner. Would have been nice that
day, thinking of the past days experiences, but I had to hurry because of
my dad and for some unknown reason I was felt super excited to get to
church. I just had a feeling it was going to be a fun day. I was so
worked up and horny that I wasn't even in my right state of mind. It was
because of that state of mind I decided not to wear underwear with my
church slash funeral suit. My khaki pants did very little to hide my boy
boner but if I kept my jacket buttoned it would cover and hide it. I knew
it was a risk but it just felt to good having my dick free floating in my
suit pants. I thought for sure there would be an older guy at church who
would like to see the sight of a boys bulge through a pair of khaki
pants. I felt like I was an old guy's wet dream.

I went downstairs to leave. It was the first time I saw my dad since I
became what he feared, a "Fucking faggot." He barely acknowledged me, I
knew he was disappointed in me. It was funny, I wasn't good at anything
he wanted except for being what he hated the most, a cocksucking faggot.
I didn't feel quilt or shame being there with him, I felt happy and
satisfied.  He didn't like taking me to church, I knew he was ashamed of
me. He didn't like it when I was around him when he was with his friends
from church or his neighbor friends. He was afraid I would embarrass him.

My parents and me got into the car and headed down the street. My dad
decided he wanted to drive past the child molesters house, the child
molester that his 12 year old son seduced, and then sucked off and
swallowed his cum, that brought a smile to my face.  My heart sped up and
my dick started to swell in my khaki pants. My boy boner was very
noticble in these pants, I questioned myself about not wearing underwear.
It was going to be warm and now I had to wear this jacket all day.

We drove down the street a bit and our neighbor, my new interest, my dads
friend, the big dicked Brazilian, Mr. Santos. He was on the road and he
walked up to the car to greet us. My dad rolled to a stop and Mr. Santos
leaned in to talked to my dad, he looked excited like he had something
good to say. He really was a good looking older guy, probably in his late
50's, darker skin and kind of balding but I liked it. I decided it was
time for payback for when he showed me his wet white speedo covered grown
man hard cock. I adjusted my khaki pants so they were pulled up tight and
opened my jacket and spread my legs as I faced his direction. My boy
bluge with no underwear in these pants was very noticable and I wasn't
sure if I should show him but told myself to go for it. He put his head
into the window and with a big smile looked right back at me.

"How ya doing little buddy? I hope you come swimming in my pool this
summer." He surprisingly and a little excitedly said to me.

"Yes, I want to really bad," I replied back as I faced more towards him
and spread my legs out and gave a little thrust of my no underwear khaki
covered pre-teen boy bulge as I stared up into his eyes.

He glanced down at the lewed display between my spread 12 year old legs
then gave me a slight smile as he briefly returned my stare with a bit
more of a serious look and then turned back to talk to my dad. I thought
I shouldn't have done that. What was I thinking? Stupid me. I have to
control myself, not every old guy is into young boys.  I felt like a fool
as I closed my legs and listened as they started to talk about the
neighborhood molester when Mr. Santos said something to my dad that
scared me back to reality.

He told my dad that he set those deer hunting cameras up that they had
talked about eariler. He said he put them in the trees across the street
around the premeter of the molesters house and that every angle was
covered with video surveillance. He told my dad that he set them 3 day's
ago and that he could see anything that came or went since then. He then
told my dad that he had just got done checking them and that he did see
something interesting.

I went into panic mode. I thought here it goes, my whole life was going
to get dumped on. I knew the trees he was talking about, with cameras on
them I knew he could see the molesters house perfectly. That meant he saw
everything that I did, perfectly. There would be no denying it. I felt
sick for the trouble I was about to be in and embarrassed for the my boy
stripper show that Mr. Santos had to watched. As he started to speak I
did a prayer that he wouldn't tell my parents the nasty details of what
their 12 year old slutty faggot little boy had done.

As Mr. Santos started to speak he looked into the car and gave me another
glance and a smile then turned to my parents and told them and he looked
over the tapes and only thing he saw was a red Cadillac pull into the
driveway and the garage door opened and that it pulled right into the
garage and that he had no idea who was driving it. Other than that there
was nothing.

Hearing that I was super relieved and just as excited. He looked at me
again with what seemed like a knowingly look and a bit of a sinster
smile. We locked onto each others eyes, it was weird, it was like he was
looking at me with his eyes and they were telling me that he knew my
secret that I was a fag. Not just a fag, but a hardcore fag. No 12 year
old boy would ever do what I had done, but he was cool with it. He then
glanced down at my closed legs which I then slowly spread open again with
acknowledgement, thankfulness and eagerness.

Mr. Santos then told my dad that he would be out of town for a week on a
business trip and that the  cameras would not be up and working. They
then had a few more old people things to say to each other and then we
were on our way. As we pulled away Mr. Santos looked down at me through
the opened back window and our eyes locked and he said to "come
swimming," I eagerly nodded my head and said "yes."

My mind was suddenly flooded with sexual thoughts. Mr Santos saw
everything except what happened in the molesters house. I'm sure he
imagined what happened in there, and he didn't tell my parents on me.
What kind of adult would witness a near naked 12 year old boy totally
expose himself to  child molester and then go into the molesters house
not tell the boys parents? An adult who wants that young boy dick and
ass, that's what kind. I thought back on when he scared me with that big
hard brazilian dick. How it laid sideways in those wet tight white
speedos. I remembered how I could see all those veins running up it's
length through the thin wet material. I was only 9 when he showed me
that, and he was a trusted friend of my dad's. Now I wanted his dick in
me so bad. My boy boner was super hard.

As we drove down the street my parents went on and on about what a great
guy Mr. Santos was and that I should hang out with him and go swimming in
his pool this summer. I told them I would for sure. Religious people
could be so blind, I wanted to tell them that before their 12 year old
boy gets fucked by their great friend Mr. Santos I had to get fucked by
my child molester first. I wanted to lose my virginity to him. As we
drove up to and passed my molesters house I could feel my dad's mood turn
to anger. I thought that was funny, he loved Mr. Santos who was going to
get  his son's ass, yet he had total hatred for my molester, who already
had it.

The house was quiet as we drove past. My mom said wished she at least
knew what he looked like. She didn't like how she could be standing next
to him at the store and wouldn't even know. I thought that was funny, I
knew what he looked like, felt like, and what his cock and cum tasted
like. She mentioned how the curtains were opened a little, I thought
that's because he's looking for your slut son to ride his bike past. I
looked over at the tree line where Mr. Santos had those cameras, he must
have had front row seats for my stripper show, that meant my lewd display
was on tape. With my body full of excitment I looked back at the
molesters house, I could still see my bike tracks on his tree lawn.

As we pulled out of our neighborhood I had to listen to my dad go off on
how homosexuals were going to ruin the world and he couldn't understand
how a man could like another man like that. I knew then that my dad never
had a hard cock in his mouth. Once you felt how awesome it is to have a
big and hard yet soft tube of flesh fucking into your mouth and throat.
Or how incredible it feels when that fat cock swells up and bounces and
throbs as it explodes it cum load into your mouth, splurting out of the
pee slit, past your tounge as it flows like salty pudding into a warm
puddle in your belly.  How could anybody not love that?

We lived close to the church, of course, and within minutes we pulled
into the parking lot. I noticed that not wearing underwear felt really
good and really made me super horny, it felt almost as good as when I was
wearing those short shorts. I knew I would have to be careful controlling
my boy boner, or at least hiding it.
As we parked in a spot my dad then looked back at me and reminded me of
why I hate church.

"Son, I talked to Father Zeke and asked him to have a little talk with
you today after the services. I want you to hear it from him about
homosexuailty, what it is, and the evilness of it. You know I can't speak
of it to you and I heard he is the best at explaining it to young boys on
how wrong it is in God's eyes and plans. I want you to listen and pay
attention to what he has to say." I tried so hard not to giggle or smile
when he said that to me.

What a drag I thought, Father Zeke was more uptight and rightious than my
dad. His voice had the same tone and he was boring. If there was one guy
who could take the fun out of a blow job it would be him.
He was an unimperssive person, he was everything you would expect from a
deeply religous man who wore the robe. My mom went off to do her thing
and my dad and me headed to the office to see Father Zeke.

Father Zeke greeted my dad with the normal God is great stuff as we
entered the huge office and we sat around his desk. Father Zeke barely
looked my way as they continued to talk. After a few minutes of small
talk the converstion turned to the child molesting neighbor.

"So I hear you had some evilness move into your neighborhood? Father Zeke
asked my dad.

"Yes Father, a fagg....er, I mean a homosexual moved into our area, and
word is he likes to molest little boys. My son is the only young boy who
lives in the neighborhood and I'm worried that this molester might try to
come after him. My son is very native and innocent when it comes to this
type of thing, I've tried my best to shield him from this pure evilness,
I would really appreciate it Father Zeke if you could have one of your
talks with my son after the service  and give him some guidance and
knowledge on the decadence of homosexuals." My dad said to him.

"Yes, that is my specialty of sorts, explaining and guiding our young
boys on the evilness of homosexuality, it's a tough mission given to me
by God, but I accept it and do the best I can. I'd be more than happy to
have the talk with him." As Father Zeke said this to my dad he turned
towards me and looked into my eyes.

That look from his eyes to mine was like a lazer. I instantly knew and
felt that look. No way I thought, not Father Zeke. That was the same look
and feeling I got from Mr. Santos, and my gym teacher. That was the same
look I got from the molester when we first locked eyes. I must be wrong,
maybe I didn't know what I thought I knew. I had to be careful that I
wasn't possessed.

"Do you know what is homosexual is son?" Father Zeke asked. I shook my
head no in pretend ignorance as I glanced towards my dad then back into
Father Zekes eyes.  No way I'm doing this in front of my dad, I
transmitted visuality through my eyes.

I knew it, he read me, he knew I didn't want to do this in front of my
dad. One of my dad's duties was driving all the old ladies home after
church services, Father Zeke suggested for us to have our talk then.
Alone, just the two of us, a man of the church and a young just turned 12
year old just turned fag talking about homosexuality. What could go
wrong? Father Zeke and my dad had a few more words together and we ended
the meeting. With another glance into my eyes Father Zeke told me he
looked forward to our talk. So did I.

I was super excited, I didn't know where it would go but our talk should
be fun. We had taken our seats in the church for the service. Father Zeke
got up and did his thing. He seemed more energized and not quite as
boring, almost happy, which isn't good when you are talking about a dead
person. Throughtout his sermon he would glanced over and make eye contact
with me. With every look I became more convinced that our meeting was
going to be interesting. That kept my boy boner is a constant state of
not hard but swollen, and noticeble in my khaki pants. I also noticed a
wet spot from my pre cum. I was so horny but thought I should have worn
underwear.

The service was coming to an end. It was time for the communion. There
wasn't a lot of people there so it went kind of quick. I was one of the
last people to go up. As you approach Father Zeke he would say what he
does and places the "bread" into your hands and then go back to your
seat. Not me. As I approached him I opened my suit jacket exposing my
semi hard boy boner and wet spot through my khakis. I could see him
glance down and see it then looked back up into my eyes. There's that
look again. That was the hook, what I did next was reel him in. He said
his thing and went to place the "bread" into my hand, instead I looked
into his eyes and opened my mouth and put my tongue out. I did it slowly
as my soft wet tongue sled over my young wet lips. I stuck my tongue out
as far as I could and slowly and slightly moved the tip up and down in an
come and get me movement. I could see his eyes turn to pure lust as he
stared down at my wet available tongue and opened 12 year old mouth and
into my throat. I knew I startled him. He then placed the "bread" into my
mouth in a way to where his fingertip touched my tongue and ran it down
the length of it. As he pulled his hand away I closed my lips over his
fingertip and gave a little suck as he pulled it out leaving it wet with
my saliva.

That shook him, I buttoned up my jacket and went back my seat where I was
greeted with a look of "what the heck," from my mom. Father Zeke wasn't
the same, he seemed distracted and bumbled a few of his words, something
he never did before. He also didn't look my way at all. I again thought
maybe I went to far.
What was I thinking? I'm not in my right state of mind. What if I read
all this wrong, I could be setting myself up for some serious trouble.
Trying to seduce a man of the church, the man who baptized me barely 12
years ago, my dad would beat me to death for sure. Maybe I am evil, I had
to be careful not to pass my decadent ways on innocent people,
especially, "Gods" people.

I started to think maybe I do need help. I should just go into the
confessional booth with Father Zeke and confess my sins to him, by the
law of God's eyes he couldn't tell my dad. I wouldn't even know how to
start that or what to say. I thought about what it would be like for him
hearing my story of how I exposed myself and sucked off a child molester.
I would confess to him in detail. The short shorts I wore, how I fell off
my bike showing off my sweet 12 year old ass. I would tell him how good
it felt having that tongue up my butt, or even better how I loved having
that big finger fucking in and out hard like in my tight 12 year old
buttthole, my pussy, my cunt. How would I tell him how cool it was
sucking cock. How cool if felt as it fucked my throat, or how the
molesters cum tasted as it slid into my belly. There's no way Father Zeke
wouldn't get a hard on hearing a story like that from a young boy, what
normal grown man wouldn't. Then the evilness crept back into my head. I
thought how cool it would be if there was hole in the confessional booth.
A hole where a guy could stick his hard dick through and an other guy on
the other side would be on his knees and suck the hard cock. You wouldn't
even have to see the guys face, just his cock. That would be awesome, I
wondered if there was such thing, that would be a perfect set up. What
would you even call such a glorious hole. I thought somebody should
invent that, I'd be on my knees all the time in one of those for sure.

The body was going to be cremated so that was that when the services
ended. There was a little get together afterwards where all the old
people do what they do at an event like this. Father Zeke completey
ignored me. I was worried, I went to far. Everything at the service came
to an end. People starting leaving, my mom and others went off to clean
up, my dad left to drive the old ladies home. He would be gone for about
an hour which was my meeting time with Father Zeke. My excitment for the
meeting was pretty much  gone, I felt like maybe I was wrong. I decided
to not be aggressive or eager, just go with the flow and listen to what
the Father had to say and just wait for a sure thing friday with my
molester.

Father Zeke approached me with his same old boring self righteous image
as before. I was wrong and now I felt embarrassed. I'm a loser, me and my
knowingly looks, what a fool. As he guided me into his office, he asked
to take off my suit jacket so he could hang it up so we would be more
comfortable. I was more in a right state of mind so my boy boner went
back to normal, the only thing visable was a dryed wet spot. I stood next
to him as he hung my jacket up on a hook. He then turned towards me and
put his hand on my lower back, right where  my child molester did, only
lower. He pretty much cupped my asscheek and I could feel him give it a
little squeeze, very noticable with these pants and no underwear. He then
guided me the chair he wanted me to sit in. It was somewhat discreet and
maybe innocent so I wasn't sure what to make of it. It did make me boy
dick swell up a little. I knew he got a good feel of my killer 12 year
old ass.

As I sat down he excused himself and stepped into the office bathroom. I
figured he was probably going to take off his robe and would have come
out dressed in his black pants and black dress shirt like he was wearing
before. When he came out of the bathroom I was surprised that he was
still wearing his robe, he did look different though, he seemed skinnier.
I did notice that I couldn't see the long black pants which you could see
before under the bottom of the robe, and he was barefoot, I thought maybe
he put on some shorts and a t-shirt,  I couldn't see his black and white
collar either. It almost seemed like he was naked under that church robe,
no way I thought.

He took his seat behind the desk with his robe held closed so there was
no way I could tell if he was naked or not. The chair he had me sit in
was far enough from his desk that he could see me completly. With no
jacket to cover me I knew I was going have to be careful with my
sometimes out of control boy boner. There was no hiding it now. After he
touched my ass and with the thought of him maybe being naked under that
robe. And with these pants with no underwear, I was in trouble. Maybe
it's a test, a set up, these people liked their tests. I had to be
careful. He was still so straight foward and righteous like as he looked
into my eyes. His eyes were dead and serious, there was no "HEY, I'M A
FAG LOOK," at all.

"Well my son, the last we spoke I asked you about homosexuailty but I
could tell you didn't want to speak of it in front of your dad, I
understand that. So again I ask you, what do you know about homosexuals,
or fags as your dad likes to say?" He asked me.

I wanted so bad to tell him what I knew, I knew everything. Cock, it's
all about cock. Big hard cock shooting cum, that's what it is all about I
wanted to tell him. My first sexual experience made me into a super
confident, hardcore, lifelong fag, but I didn't dare. Instead I acted all
innocent, ignorant and nervous like with my reply.

"Well, I'm not sure but I think it's when a boy likes a boy, like how a
boy likes a girl." I said with a fake confused look.

"Yes, my son. that is partly correct. A relationship between two males is
usually more intense than between a male and female, at least in a sexual
nature. A relationship between male and female is built on survival where
as two males is built on devaint sexual activity, what do you think I
mean by that?" He asked me.

As he said this he moved his hands form the desk top to under his desk, I
could tell he had opened the lower part of his robe. I knew what was up
then. He wanted to play with his God fearing dick as a 12 year old boy
talked about gay sex with him. I was going to give him what he wanted.

"I understand the basics of how a male and female have babies, but I
don't understand how two males who both have, err... wieners. especially
an older man, like my new neigbor, and a young boy, what kind of sex
stuff could they do with each other? I don't understand that at all." I
asked with a fake quizzcal look.

"Well, there are different types of homosexuals, there are the type men
who do love each other like men and women. They have a relationship like
a married couple. And then there are the type like your new neighbor,
where as it is juat about having sex with other men, or boys. God gave
men amazing bodys with equipment
that can be very entertaining that can be used by yourself or used with
other men with the same interest. You will soon grow  and learn these
pleasues and you will decide on what path to take, without guilt or
shame. God created us all differently for various reasons." He said as he
stared into my eyes.

Like I said, he could make a blow job sound boring. I could tell he was
rubbing his dick as as he spoke. The one thing I learned yesterday with
the molester was that I was good at ramping things up, I was a different
type of homo, I was hardcore.

'Well, how do 2 men have sex? What did the child molester and the young
boy do? I heard Mr. Santos say something about a "blow job," what the
heck is that?" I asked with my childish innocent look.

I could tell by the look on his face that is why he liked having the
"talk" with young boys. He liked to talk about gay sex with boys so he
could describe the lewd details of sucking cock as he sat there and
played with his dick under his religious robe.

"Oral sex, is the proper term for a "blow job." Some men call it sucking
dick. Sucking dick is when a man takes his wiener, or penis, or more
commonly called a dick or cock and puts it into an other man's mouth and
the man sucks on it. That's why the call the man sucking on it a
cocksucker. Sometimes the beauty, I mean the evilness of this act is done
between a man and a willing young boy. Apparently the overwelmingly good
feeling of having your cock in a young boys wet tight smooth mouth and
throat is more than some men can handle and they can't control thier
urges. There are plenty of young willing boys who are just as eager to
suck on an older man's cock, the older man can mentor them on to properly
suck cock so that it equally pleasurable to them both. Many young boys
become expert cocksuckers with such mentorship." He said.

His cock must have been getting hard, he was really starting to stroke
it, his robe was opened enough were I could see his bare belly. My boy
boner, was starting to swell up and was becoming very noticeable. I could
see him glance down at my crotch, then back up to my eyes to read my
reaction. My mind was going to that place it was in with my quest to suck
off that child molester. I greeted his look.

"Sometimes my wein...er ,cock, gets hard for no reason, but it's not as
big as a grown man's. If a grown man's cock was big and hard how would it
fit into a small mouth like mine or the other boy. Wouldn't we choke, how
would we breathe, doesn't it hurt? And when the man shoots his sperm
where does it go?" His eyes really lit up when I asked him that.

"Huh, well, those are some interesting questions. That's why my... I
mean, a man's mentorship is vital for such a young boy. You, er... he
would have to breathe through your, err... his nose and over time learn
how to relax your throat. And when a man shoots his sperm, there is
usally a lot of it and it does make a mess. It's a bodily fluid created
by God so it is safe, they say it's best just to swallow it." He said to
me with a smile.

I returned the smile as I slightly spread my legs, my boy boner hard and
very visible to his stare. From the way I could see his arm move he was
stroking a nice sized cock. I could hear his cock thumping on the
underneathe of his desk. His robe was opened up to his chest, about an
inch wide. He wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he was completly
naked under it. I could see a lot of his semi toned, slightly hairy body.
I knew by the look on his face he was in the same place I was. I knew had
to move this alone, I had a strange feeling that maybe the bathroom would
help. I thought if maybe I acted like I had to pee, it seemed like
standing over a toilet with your dick in your hand would be a good way to
innocently show it to another guy. I knew that would work. In the back of
my head I thought that seemed like something gay guys should do, hang out
at public bathrooms. I would have to try that  at the mall.

"Excuse me, Father Zeke, may I please use your restroom? I asked him.

"Of course my son, let me help you." He said as he adjusted his robe and
weakly tried to hide his hardon as he stood up. He wanted me to see as
much of his naked body as he could get away with.

"Sometimes I get a little warm during service, it's easier to cool down
by going naked for a bit, I hope you don't mind or tell your dad." He
said with a wink.

" I don't mind at all, and I don't tell my dad anything, never, ever, not
anything." I said back as I looked into his eyes. He smiled.

He lead me to his private bathroom, and followed me in. The bathroom was
nice and clean. It had a single toilet and had a window looking out into
the parking lot. The window had blinds on it where you could see out but
not in. It was a little weird having him in the room with me but it was
part of the my plan. I was eager and ready as I stepped and stood over
the toilet. He stood there facing me, his robe opened except by his dick
where his hand kept it closed. I was a little embarrased I pulled my
shirt up and held in place with my chin so I could unbuttoned my khakis.
This exposed my smooth hairless chest down to my 12 year old fatless
muscular lower belly and nbelly button down to my soon to be uncoverd
rock hard  boy boner which I was about to show to my lifelong priest.

I unbuttoned my khakis and slowly pulled down the zipper, I could see his
was rubbing his still robe covered cock as he stared down at me. I then
heard him gasp as I slowly lowered my pants past my hips and down under
my butt exposing my hairless rock hard boy boner. We both stood there, me
holding my dick in my hand with my shirt under my chin so he could see my
naked 12 year old body and hard boy boner me and him just looking down. I
didn't understand why old guys liked young boy dick, they were so much
smaller than a grown man's, kinda boring looking I thought.

I didn't really have to pee so it was a little awkward just standing
there, but we were getting off on the moment. I kept looking at his still
robe covered adult cock, I really wanted to see it. He then stepped
closer, standing across from me over the toilet.

"Having a hard time getting the flow going, sometimes the sound of
running water helps me, let's see if this works." He said.

He then opened his church robe exposing his cock to me. My eyes locked
onto it. The same feelings surged through my body that I had yesterday
with my child molester. I knew I was going to be sucking grown up cock,
again. He had a normal body for an older guy, it was covered in black and
grey hair, but it was his cock. It was different than my molesters cock,
it wasn't as big and fat but looked more perfect for sucking on. My
molesters cock was big and fat and a bit uncomfortable when he tried to
throat fuck me, but Father Zekes cock wasn't so fat, I knew I could
swallow it whole. His cock was swollen and looked heavy, maybe 6 or 7
inches long. It was beauitful, a true gift from God.

He aimed his cock towards the toilet, I could feel him looking at my face
as I stared at his cock as his pee started to slowly flow out. It seemed
like watching an old guy pee from this distance would be disgusting, but
it just made me more horny and willing. His pee stream flowed to full
force as I watched it splash into the bowl until it slowed to a few
splurts then down to dripples. I was in a faggot trance, again.

We both stood there with our hard swollen dicks in our hands, him staring
at my eyes, me staring at his cock and pee drenched pee slit. He then let
loose with another splurt of pee which then created a drop of pee and
maybe precum just hanging there from the slit. It looked like a candied
drug that I needed to taste, right from the source.I didn't know what to
do as I stood there, I wanted to suck him so bad.

"Do you want to shake it for me?", Is what he actually said to me.

"Do you want to suck it for me ?" Is what I thought I heard him say.

I nodded yes as I let my shirt drop from my chin as I bent and leaned
over as he lifted his cock up to greet my eager 12 year old lips. I stuck
my tongue tip out and licked the drop out of his pee slit as my opened
lips kissed his fat cock head. I could tell he loved that. The taste of
pee and cum made me dizzy, like it was a drug. I slurped his cock head
like a straw to get more. The feeling of my young lips on his grown dick
was sending me over the edge as I sucked more of him into my mouth. I
thought that had to be the best feeling ever, the warmth and softness of
it as you feel it get bigger and harder the more you suck. Cock, the best
toy a boy could have.

He was really getting excited and hard, he was starting to push that fat
cock head into my eager and willing 12 year old throat as I moved over
and got down on my knees in front of him. This was only my second day of
being a fag and I'm ready sucking my second old guy cock. I adjusted my
mouth and throat like I learned from my molester and started to really
suck and take his now hard cock into my head and skull. I'm sure he was
surprised at how well and quickly I was able to get his hard cock into
the back of my throat.

Father Zeke may have been a kind, gentle and deeply religious man, but
not when he's fucking young boy throat. He almost seemed disappointed I
was taking him so well. He was really getting into it, again, like my
molester, they seemed to forget that they are with a 12 year old boy. He
was rock hard as he thrusted harder and harder into my face, my smooth
wet throat adjusted to his cock perfectly, like a glove. He was
aggressive, way more than my molester. My eyes were tearing up and my
nose was starting to run. But, again I was eagerly taking it, wanting
more, lots more.

It was a weird moment, this is the guy who baptized me, who I kneeed l
before in prayer, a man who I spent time in confessial with before. Now
I'm kneeling before him, my face in his hairy belly and his cock down my
throat and his robe rubbing my ears and cheeks as he fucks my face. He
then pulled his cock out of my head and he told me to stand up.

He then kneeled before me and yanked off my shoes and lowered my pants
and told me to lift my legs out. It was stange standing before him naked
from the waist down. He didn't waste any time taking my hard boy boner
into his mouth. "Blow jobs" are awesome, getting and giving. It felt
incredible, he was really sucking hard, like he was trying to eat it. He
then suck hard on my balls to where it hurt, but even that felt good.He
started to lick under my balls in between my legs, I knew what happens
next, something else I really loved.
He turned me around and kissed my ass cheeks, he then lifed my leg up and
set my foot on the toilet seat.
I heard him sigh as he spread my ass cheeks open exposing my tight little
butthole to him. I thought old guys must really love young boy butt hole
as I felt his tongue start to lick me.

I really loved having my butt hole licked, it felt so awesome. He was
trying to get his tonuge up in me like my molester did, working his
finger then tongue, finger then tongue. I tried to spread my ass out more
as I thrusted  back into his face. He was really good at eating boy ass,
or "cunt," like my molester called it. I looked back over my shoulder and
down at him. Again, it was weird to see Father Zeke like this. On his
knees, naked except for his opened robe, jacking on his cock like crazy,
with his face buried in my boy butt and his tongue up in my ass. I felt
like I was in Heaven.

I knew he was in Heaven, how could he not be, if you're into that kind of
kind of thing. Having a willing naked young boy hovering over you're face
as you eat his ass and suck on his hairless balls and cock. He started to
suck on my balls really hard, to the point to where it hurt, I loved the
feeling of that pain. It was more than I could handle as I quickly shot
out an unexpected blast of boy cum on Father Zekes upturned face. My
first blast splashed across his forehead and onto his hair. My cock
started to spasm and throb as another blast landed across his eye socket
as he tried to get my bouncing cock into his mouth. A third blast landed
on his upper lip under his nose as he finally took me into his mouth
where he sucked and swallowed the rest of my boy seed.

"Fuck, I wish we had more time, I want to fuck that pre-teen ass so bad,
you little fucking slut. Volunteer to be a Alter boy, I want this ass
everyday." He  said to me.

He then stood up and turned me around and put me back on my knees
kneeling before him. His cock was so big and hard it smacked me in the
face. He again wasted no time shoving it back in my mouth and throat. He
grabbed my hair and fucked into my face. I was surprised how well I could
feel his cock in my throat, I could feel the crown of his cock head as it
went back and forth as his fucked into it. Again, my eyes were puffy and
watering and my nose was snotting up.

We then heard some of the Nuns and church people outside the window
talking about the flowers under the bathroon window, we could see them
but they could not see us. That really got Father Zeke excited. "Fucking
cunts" he said as he fucked into my face. I was worried they might hear
the gagging sounds I was making from my throat fuck, but he didn't care,
he really liked knowing they were there just a few feet from us and
became even more aggressive, I knew he was about to shoot a major load.

The sounds of "Aaaahhhh" coming from him, and the sound of "gagging"
coming from me combined with the sound of Sister Zelda talking about
flowers just a few feet from us was insane.

"Did you hear that sound? Sounds like someone choking or gagging." Sister
Zelda asked the other church people. It became quite as  they listened
for the source of the unknow stange sound.

Father Zeke then pulled his cock out of my mouth and placed it on my
face. I could feel the heat and wetness of it as it bounced as one big
blast followed by a second big blast of his hot cum shot on my face as he
looked at the church people outside the window. He then shoved it back
into my mouth where I could feel the third blast coat my tonsils and the
back of my throat, the forth and fifth landed on the back of my tongue
and slid down into my throat, It then slowed down to throbs and pulses as
I sucked the rest of the cum out of his cock.. "Wow," that was a lot of
cum I thought. I knew my face was covered and I still swallowed a lot. I
didn't like the taste of cum, it wasn't candy, but it gave me a high.

"I've baptize you for a second timer, with the seed of life." He said as
he stared down at me.

As we were coming off of our lustful high we realized we no longer heard
Sister Zelda or the others outside the window.

"Fuck, that cunt is coming in here, get dressed and go to the main
bathroom to get cleaned up, quickly." He urgently said.

This was no way to get caught by Sister Zelda or the others. Father Zeke
naked except for his cum covered face, with his freshly sucked off
glistening, swollen. cum dripping, God fearing cock poking out of his
church robe standing over a pantless, cum covered, face swollen 12 year
old boy. We quickly dressed and I headed out of his private bathroom to
get to the main bathroom to clean my face before I saw Sister Zelda. As I
hurried out of his office in complete disarray I ran right into Sister
Zelda. I stopped in my tracks and stood in front of her, face to face.

The cum on my face was fresh and thick and I could feel it slid down my
face towards my mouth and lips as she stood before me staring at the lewd
display. She glared into my tear filled puffy eyes with a knowingly
disgusted look as some of the cum flowed into my opened mouth. I had no
choice but to swallow it, that or spit it out onto her face. She was
about to say something and then just shook her head in disgust and walked
away.

I made my way into the bathroom I looked at myself in the mirror, my face
and hair were a mess. I washed the cum from my face but couldn't get it
out of my hair. I did the best I could and quickly headed back out. As I
exited I saw my dad talking to Father Zeke, perfect timing but a little
to close. I could tell Father Zeke was alittle uncomfortable, probably
worried about his cum breath. As I walked up to them I could see my
drying cum on Father Zeke forehead and in his hair, luckily my dad didn't
notice.

Father Zeke kept the converstion short, he offered to my dad to be my
mentor, assuring him that I would grow up to be fine young man. I could
tell Father Zeke wanted to get out of there, I'm sure he had that I just
had sex with your 12 year old son thing going on in his head. Him and my
dad were friends. We said good-bye and then found my mom and it was time
to go as we headed out to the car. My dad seemed happy as he asked me
about my meeting. My head was still spinning, a lot of crazy hardcore fag
stuff had just happened. I didn't want to say much for fear they might
smell my cock breath. I just told him it was fine and said I was thinking
about being a Altar Boy. He smiled at that. My mom looked at me and my
hair with another suspicious look and said I looked and sounded like I
was getting sick. I didn'y say anything.

"If we had more people like Father Zeke on this planet and less like that
child molester everything would be like God wanted." My dad said.

"I thank God for everything Dad." I said back as we drove past my
molesters house. God, thank you for making me the way you did, I thought.
I couldn't wait for friday night, I needed to get fucked for real, I
needed more cock.