Date: Thu, 23 Jul 2020 11:38:25 +0000 From: Strange writer Subject: Pinehurst Middle School 5 Thanks as always for reading. If you are enjoying this story, or want to discuss anything else, please let me know by sending an email to: strangestorywriter@protonmail.com. If you like this story, please check out my others: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-youth/surprise-at-the-pool/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/shelter-in-place/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/boys-in-the-alley https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/michael-so-far/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/lil-brian-takes-charge/ Disclaimer: This story involves sex between adults and children. Everything that follows is completely made up by me and is 100% fiction. All characters are figments of my imagination, they are not based on real people. If you are not allowed to read this type of story in any way, or are unable to separate fact from fiction, please stop reading. If you enjoy the Nifty archive as much as I do, please consider donating to keep it alive and thriving at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Best- Strange Writer 8 Father Myles Kelly woke as the sunlight lit up the inside of the tent, a cool breeze blowing in through the mesh windows and a contented smile drawing across his face as he stretched out his naked body and felt the furnace of bare flesh pressed tightly to his side. He looked down at sweet little Connor Murray, his face so peaceful, even having what appeared to be a contented smile touching the corners of his mouth. Father Kelly could only hope that sweet memories of last night were the cause of the boy's happiness. Connor was the third Murray boy that Father Kelly, or Father Myles as his flock liked to call him, had the exquisite pleasure of deflowering, but he was absolutely the best. He was more beautiful and sexual than his brother, and sweeter of disposition than his father, whose virginity Myles had been lucky enough to steal when he the priest was a young associate pastor new to town. Despite their Scottish heritage, the Murrays had been catholic for generations, and in the days that Connor's dad had been a new alter boy it was still common practice to tell the boys to "do anything that the priest says." Being an alter boy in those days you may as well have announced, "Let me bend over for you Father, in order to make it easier for you to sodomize me," as you walked through the door. As was the case with every other boy that Myles had carnally known, the elder Murray was always happy as an adult to see the old man who had first entered his most sacred hole. Mr. Murray gave knowing looks as boys passed while the two former lovers conversed after mass, recognizing targets of the old man's lust. Who knows whether he worked out that his boys were following the same path, but he was never reluctant to have them visit the pastor. The night with Connor had been exceptional. Already experienced orally, he was eager to move on to the most carnal of acts, willing himself to receive the Priest's adult penis into his rectum. Though there had been some tears at first, the two males persisted, and with lots of care and cooperation, the deed was done, and Connor was the proud owner of a flood of clerical semen pooling inside his tight asslips, and was even able to achieve an orgasm while being fucked, quite a feat for the first time. Myles's release was one of the most fulfilling of his 65 years. As he stroked the boy's hair while he breathed softly and slowly in his sleep, Father felt wistful because he knew that chances were he would never again have the experience of joining with Connor as one. He had a reputation as a bit of an expert at introducing boys to their first butt-fucking, and had welcomed possibly half of the town's (active) boys to the joy of being loved from behind. Since he was frequently called on for this task, he didn't get to have second rounds with most of the boys that he had bedded, much to his regret, especially with someone as special as Connor. It would have seemed logical for the two to have another go at it this morning, but one of the strict rules of camp was that Friday was Friday, Saturday was Saturday, which meant that the boy belonged to someone else once dawn came. The mornings were filled with kisses, cuddles and displays of affection, but nothing more as the boys were sent away to the next lucky man. These were Father Kelly's thoughts as the boy began to stir. As he rubbed his eyes and stretched, Connor looked over at the priest that he had obviously been snuggling up to in his sleep and smiled into the the older gentleman's pleasant face, his strong jawline and peppered gray hair framing his strong features. Connor naturally reached his arm over and rubbed his hand through the mat of hair on the man's chest, "Good morning," the boy said to the kindly priest. "Good morning Connor, how are you feeling today?" "I feel great Father, I loved being with you," Connor said, then the man leaned over the boy and they brought their lips together for a sweet warm kiss. As they made out, Connor reached down and grasped the old man's cock, but Myles gently pulled the hand away, "No more of that for us, I'm afraid," Father Myles said, "you belong to someone else today," he finished and unintentionally let out a sad sigh, Connor's expression matching his in disappointment. "But we will always have the beautiful memory of the gift that you gave me last night," he said with a smile. "But what if I don't like them?" Connor asked. "You never have to be with someone that you don't like," the priest answered, "but this is a good group, and I've never heard of someone saying "no". Not that it hasn't happened, but I haven't heard of it," he added. Connor took it at face value, so far, so good with everything that had happened, so why doubt it now? "I need to pee," he told the old priest. "Me too," father answered, and started to get up out of the sleeping bag, making sure to display himself in such a way that Connor got a good look at the long cock that had been buried in his sweet boyhole a matter of hours before. When the old man reached for the opening of the tent, making no move to get dressed, Connor said, "Aren't you going to put pants on?" "You'll see a bit of everything here," he told the boy, "lots of the men and boys will stay naked the rest of the weekend whenever they can, it's more about your comfort level. What do you think?" Connor had a questioning look for a second, then said, "Sure, let's go," and hopped up, showing off his soft cock and new little tuft of pubes for the world to see. Since the main activity at the campout discouraged a good nights sleep, it took awhile for activity at the camp to start bustling as the boy's were allowed to sleep in after their exhursions. When the two of them emerged from the tent, there were only a few others out and about, some starting to get things ready for breakfast, others returning from the woods, obviously taking care of their physical needs. This was both urinary and sexual. Although the boys were now "attached" to the new man, there was no restriction on boys being together, and many "boyfriends" used Saturday morning to get together in nature for a quick blowjob, or, if time allowed, a nice satisfying fuck. This was the scene that unfolded for them, some older boys coming out of the woods holding hands, some naked with still chubbed-up, but spent dicks, and others just standing on the edge of the clearing, emptying their bladders into the brush. These were the ones with the greatest variety of dress; fully clothed, fully naked, no bottoms but a t-shirt, no bottoms but full uniform on top, etc. etc. One of the many full uniform top, no bottoms boys was a friend of Connor's named PJ, who waved at his naked buddy and gave him a questioning thumbs up as a stream of piss left his little cock and headed into the tree line. Connor returned the signal and nodded his head with a smile while wrapping his other hand around Father Kelley's waist. The priest worked out that the boy was asking if he had indeed lost his virginity, and Connor was indicating the man who had done the deed. The two naked males walked to where PJ was relieving himself and sidled up next to him, "So you did it Connor?" PJ asked after pleasantries had been exchanged. "I did, and you were right, it was awesome!" he told PJ excitedly, "right Father Myles?" he asked the priest. "It was something very special, Connor," the old man answered, "that was one of the best nights that I have had in a long time," he said honestly. Father saw that PJ was looking him up and down, the gray hair from his head mimicked around his penis, where a neatly trimmed bush of black-gray curlies framed a long hanging shaft. "Is this your first time here," he asked the new child while he shook the last drops of piss off of his tip and turned to face the boy head on. He sure was a cutie, but obviously younger than the others, so most likely a new recruit. "Yes," PJ answered. "And you're enjoying yourself thus far?" "Oh, yeah, I love it here," PJ said excitedly. "Well, that's great, I'm sure that you are making some men very happy this weekend. Sadly, none of them are me! I'd sure love to spend some time with you young man," he said with a smile, easily returned from the boy. The man left the two boys to chat, most likely wanting to share their experience from last night, and headed back to the tent to get dressed. His pretense for being at the campout was to act as a sort of chaplain, so he had to get ready to do a morning prayer before breakfast, one of the few things that he felt were better done with pants on! He also took the liberty of packing up Connor so that the move would be painless when the time came after the morning meal. 9 Father Kelley was looking forward to his assigned boy for today. He was a cute, very experienced seventh grader named Brandon Jones, that he had the good fortune of sleeping with on three previous occasions. While his age of attraction skewed very young, the priest was not opposed to boys with a little more development. Brandon was a great example, starting to grow taller at 5'3", while sporting a long slender cock with a small bit of hair at the root. Myles never minded swallowing his thin emissions, despite his taste for hairless boys. If he was honest, part of the appeal of Brandon was his bubble butt and the boy's love of taking a cock between his plump cheeks. The days at the campout were similar to any scouting trip, just more volunteers to guide the boys in their projects. Most of the men and boys chose to wear their scouting uniforms or street clothes over spending the day bare. It actually helped with the seriousness of the day versus the frivolity of the night. The exception was swimming in the river, which was exclusively au natural, a holdover from traditional scouting. As afternoon turned into evening, Father Myles sought out his tent host for the night. Saturday night was spent in a tent with another man and boy, and the host was usually the one who brought the better setup. Since he had taken a vow of poverty, the priest's worn out tent was never the one that was chosen. Nevertheless, he didn't mind enjoying himself in the plusher confines of some of the richer men's accommodations. This was the case tonight, as he was sharing the tent with his very good friend, Sam Turner. Sam was one of the wealthiest men in town, and he and Father Kelley had actually been classmates at the seminary until Sam "grew a brain" as the priest liked to tell it, and left to get into business. Both Sam and he recognized a kindred spirit when they met and soon bedded the very willing fourteen year old son of the groundskeeper. After that wonderful experience, the two moved on to seducing the alter boys. Once again in those freer days of the 70s, it was not as difficult to do as it is today, nor were parents as aware. They were happy to see the boys hanging out with such good influences. If they could have seen the mini-orgies that took place in the rectory, they would have passed out witnessing their sons' whorish behavior, for the boys were often the instigators of this deviant activity. Myles found Sam helping to clean up after archery, and enquired about his boy for the evening. He was happy to hear that they would be joined by Joshua Gardener, a delightful late-blooming sixth grader who had his first sexual experiences with Father Myles during an overnight "retreat" with his youth group at church. Even though that first night only involved some light fondling, the cheeky boy returned to the rectory for "confession" the next day, and soon had several carnal sins to atone for. The priest could not have been happier with his pairing for the night. While Friday at the campout was all about sexual tension and passionate love-making because so many of the participants hadn't seen any action in a considerable amount of time, Saturday was playful and rowdy, everyone's desires sated somewhat by the shenanigans of the prior evening. After the evening meal, usual nightly scout activities took place, which included the typical scout skits, but not typical thematic material, announcements in addition to team and character building activities until taps was played and everyone began filing to their respective tents in a boisterous mood. The boys usually hung out together on Saturday, so the first meeting of man and boy took place here at the tent. Joshua leapt at the priest and gave him a warm hug when he arrived. Father Myles had a strong connection with all of the boys that he'd introduced to the joys of loving a man, and Joshua was no different. He was accompanied by Brandon, who gave the two men a happy grin as greeting before ducking into the large tent. Sam's tent was like something out of a fictionalized harem. It was big enough to accommodate camp chairs for all four while still having room for their sleeping bags. The sleeping bags were placed on top of circular pillows which covered the whole floor of the large tent. Therefore, any combo of men and boys could take place together with no one stuck on a hard floor. There were Chinese lanterns and soft colored lights helping to set a relaxed, warm mood. The boys both flopped down on the pillows, making themselves comfortable as they waited for the men to get settled in two of the chairs. Truth be told, Myles was the better looking of the two men, at least in body composition. While he was fit and trim, Sam had started to let himself go, a rather ample belly below his big powerful chest. He was big, about 6'4", and strong, just overweight now that he was in his 60s. But as with women, money made him attractive to the boys, who knew that some kind of present usually followed a night with Mr. Turner. With everyone settled, Sam piped up with a suggestion. "What do you think if you two take each other's clothes off, then both of you show your appreciation for how much Father Myles has taught you by both of you servicing him at the same time?" This brought smiles all around with Brandon helping Joshua to his feet, laying a sweet kiss on the smaller boys red lips, then looking right into the priests eyes with a sly grin as he lifted Joshua's shirt over the young boy's head revealing his thin bare torso. Joshua on the other hand went straight for Brandon's shorts, revealing his gleaming, new, white fruit of the looms, tented out by the teen's boner. Sam laughed at the younger boy's cheekiness and gave a fake strip-club cheer, "Go for it Joshua! Take it off, take it all off!" and laughed heartily. The boy didn't hesitate and grabbed onto the elastic waistband and yanked the underwear down to his knees, the sexy five inch erection springing into view. The horny sixth grader was bent over pushing the shorts farther down and took the opportunity to skin the older boy's foreskin off of the head of his uncut penis with his lips and slide the teen shaft into his mouth about three inches then stroked it with his lips about three times. Brandon took hold of Joshua's head and jokingly thrust in and out of the boy's mouth several times before pulling out and wagging his dick at the other three. "All right you horndogs," Sam announces, "just take your clothes off and come help out Father Myles, he deserves the attention." Myles smiled happily as he anticipated the dual attack. The boys removed the remainder of their clothing themselves, Brandon removing his shirt to reveal his slim, strong young chest while Joshua lowered his tented shorts to reveal his thin hairless cut boner in all of its rock-hard glory. To get his pants off, Joshua sat down on the ground, then removed his socks, so when he was fully relieved of every stitch of clothing, he looked at the priest with leering eyes and started to crawl toward him. He swayed his hips with each cat-like movement of his legs and arms as he drew near. Brandon was walking beside him, sashaying the whole time. Father Myles slumped down in his chair and spread his legs in anticipation of the boys' arrival. The younger boy put his hands on the man's knees and ran them straight up his quads until he reached his groin and used both hands to rub the hard lump hidden underneath. Myles was only semi-erect, his penis still bent down pushing into his sack, aching to be freed. The boy's massage wasn't helping the situation, so he started to undo his own pants but Brandon was right there to take over. He unzipped the priest's fly and held it open for Joshua who reached his hand into the old man's underwear took hold of him and hauled the cock out of its confinement. The feeling of the experienced little boy's hands were bliss, as he pulled the rapidly growing prick into view, his fist surrounding the large shaft and began stroking the engorged cock. The boy's head momentarily dropped out of view beneath the man's dick as it was held vertically and below his sack, so Myles was pleasantly surprised to feel a lapping tongue stroke his testicles. At the same time, Brandon leaned over and planted a kiss on the old man's lips while reaching down and added his fingers to those already running up and down the hard penis. Myles put one hand behind the teen's head and ran his hands through Brandon's hair as they made out, the thirteen year old quickly offering his tongue to the man who happily returned the favor, exploring the warmth of each other's mouths. At the same time Myles reached down and found the boy's erection with his other hand, stroking it gently with his fingertips. He longed to taste the sweet nectar already forming on the tip, but it wasn't to be, at least not yet. Instead the boy ended the kiss by removing his tongue and giving the priest one last peck before he dropped down beside Joshua and took the smooth, leaking glans of the man between his lips. Myles groaned as the talented teen took him halfway into his wet mouth. The care that he took to slowly caress the shaft and head with his tongue ratcheted all acts up by a factor of 3. At the same time, Joshua remained attached to the loose, slightly hairy balls. He was lapping along the middle from taint to dick and alternating suckling on each marble. The priest reached down to stroke Brandon's head as he slurped away on his cock. "Oh, yeah, that's it boys, suck Father Myles, show him how much you love his big dick. Was he the first man to fuck either of you?" Sam said, knowing that there was a good chance for a yes. Joshua raised his hand and sat up a bit. "He was the first to do everything with me, right inside the rectory!" the boy answered with a laugh, "The first to touch my wiener, the first to suck me, the first that I sucked and the first to fuck me," he explained with a triumphant smile. "Oh my god, you're so cute," Sam said and got himself down onto his knees, took Joshua's chin in his hand and planted an open-mouthed kiss on the young boy, his tongue pressing against his lips until the child yielded and opened his own lips, accepting the large tongue into his mouth. Joshua attacked Sam's tongue with his own, the large man devouring the boy was quite a sight for Father Myles to see. When they separated, Joshua was panting, his face shiny with spit as he said happily, "Father Myles was the first one to kiss me too!" his memory jogged by Sam's oral attack. The men laughed at the precocious twelve year old. Sam took Joshua's hand and guided the naked boy to his feet and walked him several feet away to where the sleeping bags were laying over pillows. Sam had the cute boy lay down and then crawled between his legs and toke his immature, pulsing penis between his lips, Joshua alternating between giggly and content. After watching the other two begin their lovemaking, Myles looked back down at the youth who was attached mouth-to-dick with him. He again wished to taste the boy, so guided him up from his kneeling position and had him scoot up onto his lap and kneel on the chair. This positioned the young teen's sexy tool within mouth's reach and the priest took advantage, slurping in one of the few uncut cocks that he'd had the pleasure of inhaling (aside from those he sucked during his work trips to Rome). The young teen quickly thrust his penis into the practiced mouth of the priest, groaning as he felt the tip begin to enter the constricted land of the man's throat before pulling out as the priest ran his tongue across the tasty wet glans of the boy, savoring the sweet viscous fluid on offer there. Brandon slipped his dick out of the priests mouth and put his hands on the handsome old man's face, scooted down and brought their lips together while sliding the rest of the way down until he was sitting on the man's lap again, rubbing himself against the priest's belly as they passionately dueled with their tongues. The stabbing early teen cock, with its newfound length but only slightly wider girth gave Father Myles a wicked idea, "Do you want to do it to me, Brandon? Do you want to fuck me?" he asked as their lips parted. With a shocked look on his face, Brandon answered, "Sure! I've never done that to a man." "Well then, this should be a lot of fun," the priest replied, "and I'm not new to this, so we don't need a lot of warm-up. I hope it doesn't offend you if I point out that yours is far from the biggest that I've taken" "I'm only thirteen," Brandon laughed at the priest. "Oh yes, you'll have quite the equipment someday," the man told him, knowing that affirming his manliness would pump him up for topping, "just remember, even after you shoot, I still get my turn, right?" The boy smiled and joked, "Oh, what could you mean?" then stood up and turned around, bending at the waist, "Where did you want a turn?" he teased while spreading his cheeks and displaying his tight anus between his nice round globes. "Mmm, you know right where," Myles said, then leaned forward and impulsively gave a lick across the sweet rosebud, "Oh, you're so delicious," he complimented the boy, then got up from his chair and led him over to the sleeping bags. Father Myles laid on his back and raised his legs saying, "Is it ok to do it this way? I'd like to see you going in." "Yeah," Brandon answered excitedly, the fit older man apparently making an appetizing enough target. Myles grabbed a tube of lube that was handy and put some on his finger before working it into his own asshole. He needed very little encouragement to open wide enough to easily take the boy's slim penis, so he spread the lube all over the boy's shaft and made sure that the foreskin was retracted as he slickened the head. "Go easy," Myles said while he lifted his knees again and presented his butthole to the randy boy. While he wasn't experienced with men in this arrangement, Brandon was very familiar with butt fucking, so he quickly moved into position between the man's legs and placed his adolescent boner against the loosened hole. With one push he was buried inside the warm sheath, the priest throwing his head back in ecstasy, grabbing his own erection and stroking frantically as the boy too quickly set a rapid pace, showing his inexperience in lovemaking from the top. None of this bothered the man, as he enjoyed the feel of the warm little spear sliding in and out of his anus and occasionally rubbing against his prostate, sending little lightning bolts of pleasure to his cock, "Oh, son, that's so good, fuck Father Myles, son, that's it," he encouraged, "do it Brandon, show me that you're a man," he urged, appealing to his masculinity, "cum inside me, baby, that's it," he added, knowing that this wasn't going to last long. He used his left hand to grab the boy's cute butt and hold him in place, pressing Brandon's five inches as far into him as possible and keeping his new pubes pressed hard against his perineum. The priest groaned at the strong feelings coming from his hole as he casually jerked himself off, not wanting to spoil the impending sodomizing of the early teen by cumming prematurely. "Mmmm, Father Myles," Brandon moaned as he rocked his hips side to side while pressed into the inviting orifice, "that's awesome!" Releasing his penis and grabbing both of the boy's asscheeks, the man resumed encouraging him to thrust into his hole, "That's it, boy," he urged, "fuck me hard," as he pulled the boy into him with each slamming thrust, the slim spike slithering into him bringing about a most enjoyable inner massage. As they copulated Myles took a look over at their tent mates, finding them in an erotic 69 with Joshua on top, his pelvis thrusting straight down onto Sam's face while the boy stretched on top of him enough to get the first couple of inches of Sam's adult organ inside of him. Myles had a nice flashback to feeding his long cock into that eager boy's mouth for the first time, Joshua had been a fast and exceptional learner. Above him Brandon was pounding away, his face scrunched from the effort mixed with the ecstasy and Myles knew that his first orgasm was imminent. "Do it, son, cum inside Father Myles, do it," he panted, resuming the light stroking of his own shaft. It was extremely difficult to keep himself from masturbating to completion, it had been so long since he'd had a sweet young boy fuck him that it was an erotic change of pace. Brandon's asshole was in for it when he took his turn on the bottom! "I'm gonna cum," the young man panted, "Ugh, ungh!" he grunted then took one last thrust into the priest who smiled as he felt the boy's impossibly erect penis twitch up against his prostate repeatedly as it shot its new offering into his rectum. "Oh, sweet boy," he said lecherously, "so nice, son," the priest complemented as the boy leaned over him breathing heavily. Myles put his hands on the boy's sides and pulled the boy down to lay on top of him, his cock still hard in the man's ass and they kissed briefly before Brandon fully rested his weight on the man, their slightly sweaty bodies pressing together, "Mmm, that was a sweet experience, my boy, now it's my turn!" Myles said with a light spank on Brandon's butt. The boy pulled his penis out of the man's ass and it plopped out having started to soften, it was still sticking out from his body but pointing slightly south of horizontal. The priest gave it a squeeze and a quick stroke. In a rare bit of hypocrisy, Myles was somewhat repulsed by a dick that had been in his own ass, while at the same time enjoying, even encouraging the same act performed on him by the boys that he bedded. So Brandon had to be satisfied with a small caress instead of a last minute oral cleanup. While all of this was happening, the priest became aware of a more copious quantity of Brandon's young seed inside of him. Indeed the boy had begun to mature at a faster clip than he remembered. The two of them moved closer to Sam and Joshua, who were now positioned with the boy on his back and Sam between his pulled up knees, licking away at his pliable looking, retracted nutsack. While Brandon took up a position next to the other boy Sam moved south, balls, perineum, and now straight to the stink star which sent Joshua to the moon, his legs twitching as the man burrowed his tongue into the tight anus. Since Brandon had already cum, there was little that Myles felt was necessary on the front side of his body, so he mimicked the position of Joshua, pushing Brendon's legs back by pressing on the back of his thighs spreading his cheeks and attacking the maturing ring of muscle. Now, keep in mind that on Friday night the boys were guaranteed to be clean from the enemas, but Saturday was a different story. The boys had most likely been sodomized a minimum of once last night, so rimming is often a more flavorful experience on Saturday. This was the case with Brandon, as the priest was presented with a much more earthy taste than the clean, almost soapy skin of Connor the night before. As a lover of every inch of all boys, this was fine with Myles, who lapped away at the tasty hole, running his tongue around and around the muscular opening, willing it to relax and open for him to take a taste inside. Brandon, no stranger to this act, immediately began moaning as the priest held him doubled over and attacked his sensitive sphincter, wetting the whole area from his sack, which the priest couldn't help sampling for a minute since they had skipped that in their rush to complete the boy's pleasure in Myles's butthole. Then he continued almost to the end of his crack, and everywhere in between. Of course, the main course was the anus, and that got the most attention. After only a little effort the boy's sweet hole began to open enough that the priest was able to enter the soft rectum and taste the ripe warm skin there. Myles was hard as a rock savoring the feel of the boy's sphincter clamping down on his tongue as the flavors hit his tastebuds in a constant assault. In the midst of his revelry there came a tap on the old man's shoulder. He looked up from his task and realized that it was Sam who was gesturing to an equally doubled over Joshua right next to Brandon. There was an unspoken message here, you see, Myles and Sam had a little game that they liked to play: let the other man warm up the boy that his friend will fuck. Since the chances that they wouldn't get a small turn inside each boy later, it was a good way to get aquatinted. So Myles shuffled around Sam, still on his knees and approached the perfect sight of Joshua's boypussy turned up to greet him, his tight sack sitting above, his smiling face providing the backdrop, his presumably erect dick not visible at this angle. "Oh, Joshua, you are such a sweet boy," Father Myles observed with lust as he dove in and with one lick started at the small of his back, through his crack, over the hole before continuing over the perineum. He devoured the entire sack momentarily before finding the previously hidden little boner and sucked it in. Joshua was a lovely contrast to the developing Brandon. Even though they were not far apart in age, they were miles apart in the course of puberty, and Joshua was all little boy. Myles stared right into the happy boy's eyes a he felllated him lovingly. But there was other work to be done, so he abandoned the cock, pulled himself over the boy to give him a little peck on the lips, where Joshua showed no concern over where the priest's tongue had been. Myles returned to his main target, the younger boy's tight hole. Although from personal experience he knew that it was well used, Joshua's pussy was as tight as any fourth grader before he was opened up. What a joy it will be to turn that impenetrable opening into a gaping, welcoming home for Sam's big dick. The dry ring was soon slightly softened after Myles wetted the hole with multiple circles around and around the muscle. This was a great experience for the old man, because, as we mentioned, he frequently never again bedded the boys that he had broken in. So the relationship between he and Joshua was special, that special bond of being the boy's first. When the child's anus began to give way, there was another rush of flavors that indicated an active 24 hours for the boy. "How many loads have you taken this weekend?" the man asked with a laugh. "Well, two from Mr. Larson last night, he was really horny," the boy added with a sly giggle, "then I had a few minutes with Brent Richmond in the woods this morning. He's my new boyfriend." "By the looks of things, it must have been a productive few minutes!" Myles said with a laugh. "Oh yeah, it sure was," Joshua said excitedly and without irony, "we didn't even get on the ground. He had me put my hands on a tree, pulled my pants down a little in the back and went to town. I was pretty open from Mr. Larson, so with a little lube on Brent's dick it was no problem for me at all, lots of fun!" the oversexed sixth grader recalled with delight. "Speaking of lube," Myles said as he grabbed a tube, "I think that we're ready for this," he told him as he squeezed some into his index and middle finger. While returning to sucking on the boys soft, tight ballsack, he brought his slippery digit to the softened ring and applied pressure in a circle, happily welcomed by an easily opening outer sphincter. With the boy opening right up, the finger slid in all of the way, Joshua only emiting a slight grunt of discomfort. The going was so easy that introducing his thin middle finger was no issue at all, Joshua quickly switching from grunts to moans. With just these two fingers sliding in and out of his boyhole, Joshua was easily open enough to take any mancock available. Luckily from the groans and squeals next to them, Brandon was keeping up nicely, and the main course should be at hand. Both men reached the realization that it was time to switch back at almost the same moment, Myles offering a kiss to his special boy and offering, "I'll be back shortly if that's ok with you," not wanting to be presumptuous, since Joshua was not his boy tonight. "I'd like that, Father," Joshua said with a content smile. With that the men returned to their assigned boy and lubed their adult penises. Myles took a moment to insert his fingers, still slick from Joshua's bottom, fully into Brandon with one well-received motion. There was something about mixing their ass scents together that gave the perverted man a thrill. Brandon looked up at the priest with heavily lidded eyes, the previous orgasm leaving him relaxed and ready for the next adventure. With the willing teen below him, Father Myles finally lined himself up and applied pressure to the gaping, slippery asshole. Just like their previous encounters, the welcoming nature of Brandon's velvety rectum was exquisite. Myles slid right in several inches, sending a chill up his spine and drawing a moan from the adolescent. After two very slow, very easy strokes out and then back in, the adult penis worked the rest of the way into the boy and Myles found himself with his pubic hair pressed against Brandon's perineum and his stomach resting on the child's scrotum. He held himself there, feeling the tight yet open ass contort itself to ease Myles's intrusion. Brandon was moaning and twitching as he rotated his ass in circles to try to find the most comfortable angle, while Myles just enjoyed the ride. "You feel so nice," the old man let Brandon know before he withdrew about four inches then slowly re-inserted, joyous as the warmth covered him inch by inch until he was once again pressed fully against the boy where he rotated his hips to try and get as much of himself inside as he could before pulling back out. Soon he sped up a little and got into a rhythm, fucking the tight teen while he leaned over the boy and brought their lips together, the initial pecks soon giving way to a passionate flurry of lips and tongues, the boy fully accepting of the man's second appendage entering his body along with his cock. As with most boys, Father Myles had found, the French kissing had the effect of helping to bring about a total surrender to the sex act, opening the boy's sphincters and increasing his libido. While Brandon was completely yielding to the man, the sounds from next to them told a different story. Myles looked over and saw Joshua struggling to take Sam's full length. They had obviously tried a few different positions, and the boy was now on all fours, Sam attempting to get more than two inches inside of him doggystyle. Father Myles recognized an opportunity to put his expertise in deflowering boys to use, as well as a change of pace to hold off his far-too-rapidly approaching orgasm. The fucking that Brandon had given him, the thrill of preparing the two boys and finally getting to slide himself completely inside a beautiful boy were conspiring to set him off and force him to unload inside of the young teen too quickly. "Why don't we switch? Brandon is all ready for you," Myles said to Sam, "I'll work with Joshua for a little bit." Sam was indeed struggling to get himself inside the boy, who, while experienced, was having one of those periodic occurrences where his reluctant sphincters refused to pair up with his desires. So the man was happy to swap places and they once again shuffled between the boys, Myles coaxing Joshua onto his side and Sam taking the opportunity to flip Brandon onto his stomach, then pulled up on his hips and gently but insistently slid his engorged member into the teen's hot rectum. Myles felt like it was best to go back to the easiest position for the boy, so after laying the boy on his left side, he spooned himself around him, touched his fingers to the youth's chin and turned it to the side to meet the priest's lips. While they made out again, the child's head twisted back to reach the man, Myles slid his hand down the length of the boy's side, over his ass and grabbed his right thigh. With a little pressure Myles moved the leg up slightly, Joshua instinctively bending his knee. After breaking the kiss, Myles sat up slightly, rolled the boy's hips a little so that he was a quarter turn away from vertical and reached down to once again explore the boypussy. This was a great position to help the boy relax while lining up his rectum and colon for a nice entry. Myles found the hole to still be suitably dilated, so he lay back down behind the boy and rubbed his back gently, "Are you ready to try again, sweetheart?" he asked the boy, who was visibly calming under his gentle guidance. Sam, while being just as experienced and caring just as much about the boys, was just a little too insistent sometimes, used to always getting what he wanted and getting it right away. "I'm ready, Father. You can put it in," Joshua offered in a dreamy voice. Myles again took the boy's chin in hand to turn him around for a kiss, and used his right hand to guide his erection into the boy's slightly upturned anus. As the head breached the outer sphincter and the boy's soothing warmth enveloped him, a soft groan was let out by Joshua directly into the priests open mouth. In this position, the relaxed boy opened easily, and Myles was treated to a luxurious ride to the deepest depth of the boy's rectum, and before he knew it, his groin was pressing against the small boy, his pole completely buried in the tight, youthful asshole. Both boy and man moaned at their successful joining, waves of pleasure coursing through Myles's body as the boy shifted to find the most comfortable position, alternately wincing and purring as the frequently paired feelings of pleasure and pain overtook him. Myles broke the kiss and looked down to view the joining of their bodies. "Oh, that's a good boy," the priest said, "you opened up just fine, beautiful boy. I'm fucking you sweetie." "Mmmm, good, ok, good," Joshua mumbled as he tried to describe his emotions, "please do it Father Myles, please fuck me and cum inside me," he surprisingly begged. "I'm gonna fuck you, but Brandon gets my cum," the priest reminded him before rotating the child onto his stomach and withdrawing slightly before plunging back into the boy as he lay flat on the ground. There was no sign of the struggling boy from just a few minutes before. Joshua had opened wide for this man that he cared so much about, no sign of any difficulty coping with the large adult penis completely implanted in his lower half. Myles was able to stroke into the tight butthole with no resistance, so moved things along by turning the boy again, first onto his side, then picking him up as Myles rolled onto his back and pulled the still impaled boy on top of him in a reverse cowboy. Such a sweet sight, the beauty of his oversized cock disappearing into the tiny opening of the boy, as he performed the magic act over and over again, his solid shaft disappearing and reappearing from the tight-cheeked ass displayed obscenely in front of him. The two lovers quickly got into a rhythm, Joshua raising himself with each outstroke then sitting back down onto the man's cock on the instroke, his cheeks spreading as they landed against Myles's groin while Myles was meeting him by thrusting his hips up to intensify their contact on each reinsertion. Glancing over to Sam and Brandon, Myles saw the boy with his arms stretched out in front of him, his head bowed down between them, his ass pointed up in the air, his spine curved inward. Behind him Sam was pounding into the boy, sweat pouring off of both males as they fucked. They were both shouting out their share of, "Oh, fuck," "oh yeah," "do it," "take it," "give it," over and over. Knowing that a switch of partners was needed before they came, Myles decided to do one more position with his sweet Joshua before he had the pleasure of resuming his fuck of the young teen. Keeping the boy-on-top theme, he helped the young child turn around carefully, enjoying the added degree of difficulty of staying connected to him anally. When the pivot was complete, Myles was pleased to see that Joshua was fully erect, his little penis straight up in front of his hairless pubic hump, his small sack bouncing with the rhythm of his sodomizing. "Oh sexy boy, look at your nice boner," Myles complemented as he resumed thrusting upwards into the boy. Joshua planted his hands on the priest's chest and began bouncing on the prick once again, his eyes closed in concentration and pleasure. Myles was so pleased with the boy's erection, seeing that it was only due to the ass fucking that he was receiving, his hands never touching his member. Myles was hypnotized by the bouncing little cock, and took hold of it to masturbate the boy while he repeatedly pounded into him with enough force that his own loose ball sack was slapping against the boy's ass. Myles was very close to a point of no return, but he also could see and feel that Joshua was close to coming too. The man's penis must have been striking the button of the boy's prostate, because he was shaking each time that he plunged himself down to meet the priest's cock. Myles could feel the boy's small penis swell ever so slightly before Joshua dropped down onto him, flattening his buttcheeks on the man, and cried out as his penis twitched and pulsed in Myles's hand. "Oh, Father Myles!" he cried out and a squirt of completely clear semen shot out of the boy and landed on the priest's stomach. "Oh that's fucking hot," they heard, and realized that Sam was behind Joshua, "my turn now," and he rudely pulled the boy free of Myles, who's erection bounced after pulling out of the boy's loose hole. Sam took no time, placed the boy next to Myles on all fours, ran two fingers right into the kids anus and proclaimed, "Oh, yeah, that's better," while assessing the gaping hole. With one thrust Sam was fully inside Joshua who sang out in surprise, but made a gutter sound of need at the same time, "Yeah, oof, oh, Mr. Turner!" he cried, "Go ahead, I'm ready now." Post orgasm Joshua was a bit of a rag doll, and Sam had his way with him, fucking straight down into the boy without mercy. Rolling over and away from those two, Myles found Brandon again on his back, his knees pulled back, his asshole open, his cock hard and a smile on his face. "Come on back, Father Myles," he said gleefully. Myles scooted over to the boy, examined the dilated anus and surmised that no further pleasantries were needed. So he re-lubed himself and placed the head of his cock at the happy boy's opening. "You're in a good mood, you two must have had fun," Myles observed. "Fucking great, I'm ready to cum again, but I'm more happy to have you back," Brandon said, whispering the last part. "Ok then, you little tart, let's have some fun too," the priest said, punctuating the last words by pressing himself back into the boy, sinking easily to the hilt. Being able to fuck two boys back to back revealed a wonderful array of differences. Joshua was eager, but less experienced, therefore Brandon was superior at controlling his bottom, squeezing your shaft or opening up for a real pounding at will. And while Joshua could accommodate a man's penis, he was still an effort to fuck, his anus still the tight orifice of a boy. On the other hand, Brandon was all pleasure, and Myles settled in for a quick, satisfying ride. The pair began rutting together with passion, Brandon's boner bouncing off of the priest's belly with each thrust, Myles moaning at the absolute delight of the boy's warm rectum. "I'm going to cum so hard in you," the priest said while holding his head inches from Brandon's pretty face before he brought his lips to the boy's and their tongues intertwined while Myles thrust into the boy without restraint. Suddenly Myles heard some shouting and looked to his right, "Here it comes, baby!" Sam yelled out as he pulled out of Joshua's young anus and the boy spun around to offer his open mouth to the man. Sam jerked himself frantically in front of the boy until the first shot of his semen was released with a roar, "Oh, yeah! Fucking eat my cum!" the orgasming man bellowed, as spurt after spurt flew like a cannon out of his cockhead and into Joshua's waiting mouth. When Sam's blasts slowed down, Joshua clamped his lips over the man's glans and slid down a few inches, milking the last drops of offering and cleaning his own ass taste off the dirty shaft while he moaned and "Mmmm"d. Myles was overwhelmed when he watched Joshua devour Sam's jizz, and started to pound harder and harder into the whimpering boy under him, when he realized that Brandon was jerking himself off. The boy seemed equally as turned on from getting fucked by the old man, and that was what put Myles over the edge. His last few thrusts grew erratic until he yelped, "Oh, oh," and the feeling coursed through him, "oh , son, I'm coming, my son," he gasped as his climax crashed into him, the long build-up causing his mind to go blank as he felt the sensation of the wonderful, warm boypussy clamp down onto him and the feeling shot from deep inside in an eruption as the first explosion of semen burst into the young teen's waiting rectum. Father Myles held himself against the boy, his glans as far as it had ever been inside the child as shot after shot of warm ejaculate spewed forth, filling the boy's insides. "Ugh, ugh, ugh," Myles grunted with each volley. Just as the last bit drooled out of his flexing dick and emptied into his ass, Brandon let out a cry and screamed, "Oh, Father Myles, I feel you cumming!" In a breaking voice and then he too reached a peak, his asshole flexing rhythmically around the penis buried inside him, "Oh, oh, oh," the boy panted as he shot his young cream between them and onto his stomach, the mixed white and clear output of his second orgasm pooling in his belly button, "Oh, yeah, Father Myles!" he groaned as his orgasm too faded. "Oh, son," Myles cried, surprised by the boy's response to being fucked, "you sexy thing," he complimented as he leaned over and kissed the thirteen year old. They stayed connected for a minute as the last dribbles of jizz oozed out of both of their penises, until Myles finally began to wilt and reluctantly slid out of the warm home that his cock had so appreciated. Brandon let out a disappointed grunt as the adult dick flopped out of him, followed by a large amount of the man's semen that leaked down onto the sleeping bag below the kid's smooth ass. A bit of movement caught their attention when Joshua's head appeared and he leaned over Brandon, who had finally let his legs drop to the ground, and started to lap up the older boy's semen. Brandon let out a sigh, caressing his friend's hair as the boy sucked in the multi-orgasmic penis as his erection withered away slowly. The sixth grader then dropped the flaccid cock and moved to the priest who was still kneeling above Brandon, and slid the entire waning shaft of the older man into his warm mouth, sucking it clean of any trace of Brandon's rectum. This depraved act was such a delight to him, Myles almost began to harden again, but his release had been too complete, and he was done for the night. As he looked at the two boys beneath him, one nursing his spent prick, the other still panting from the thorough ass fucking that he had taken, Myles gave a contented sigh, turned to Sam, who was laying back, his big penis now hanging soft over his loose balls, made eye contact and said, "That was one of our best, I'd say my friend." "Indeed," Sam said, "it's a long list, but I'd have to agree," he said with a smile, "thank you boys," he addressed them as the four males all reclined onto the sleeping bags, gently caressing each other's naked skin until it was time for sleep to take them away.