Date: Sun, 19 Feb 2017 19:20:29 -0500 From: Robbie Robot Subject: SEAMUS SERVES PART TWO Seamus Serves Part Two © Van T Z Boi 2017. (The usual disclaimers apply; this is a work of fiction and does not represent any real person or situation. The copyright belongs to the author, you may not download or post this or any part thereof anywhere else without the authors' permission. Readers are reminded to support nifty, without which you would not be reading this. Please donate) (Thanks to all of you who have written to welcome I am sorry that there has been another delay I was trying one of the write a book competitions and the process wore me out, I am slowly recovering my writing energies . My new email address is lostinspace1966@protonmail.com) (From Part One) Seamus positioned himself over the slim tube of man flesh. Father Jerome woke up to what the boy proposed. "No, no," he muttered weakly. To be continued Seamus sank down on the slick slim pulsing pencil that was Father Jerome's cock. "No, no, no," Father Jerome sighed more than protested as he felt the warmth envelop him, his cock pulsed and throbbed and the years fell away as he felt the now hot heat of the swallowing sheath that now consumed his cock, consumed his lust, relegating his fears and concerns as his long suppressed primal urges took over. Seamus grinned as he felt the familiar surging take place inside his love tunnel, his brother and cousins and uncles had done much the same once they had penetrated him and he moaned as the slim glans touched his lovenut for the first time. Father Jerome felt the twitch and instinctively moved his hips so he could repeat the touch, it produced a greater response this time and he fucked the tight boypussy with several swift thrusts which sent swirls of pleasure though both himself and the young altar server. Both groaned in unison as similar pleasures were exchanged and experienced. "Oh fuck," Father Jerome blasphemed as he felt the wonderful sensations course though his aged sexual nerves, now revitalised as the young boy began to bounce gently up and down. "Oh so slow and oh so nice," moaned Father Jerome as Seamus began the slow movements he liked, the ones that gave him the most pleasure. Too often at home his relatives only wanted one thing; to take their personal pleasure often at the expense of Seamus's wants and here in the quiet kitchen Seamus saw his chance to get as much as he gave, he was being truly Christian as he wanted to make sure Father Jerome also enjoyed their coupling. Father Jerome stretched out his legs making it easier for both of them to enjoy the sweet sensations but Seamus now felt the priests clothing rub uncomfortably against his naked skin, he was more used to skin to skin contact and the rough cloth scratched at him. Abruptly he pulled himself up and slid down the straddled legs. Father Jerome groaned opening his eyes as the pleasure he was so enjoying stopped so quickly. "It's okay Father," Seamus smiled up at the confused face, "sorry but your trousers are so rough they hurt," he explained as he tugged the worn cloth downwards. Father Jerome realising what the boy was about raised his body upwards as Seamus first of all pulled down his trousers and then his careworn baggy briefs that had seen better years than days. Now his scrawny body was exposed, the still hard cock pulsing almost upright was the straightest he had seen it in years, the saggy ball bag hung down beyond the chairseat, swinging to and fro with the motion caused by Seamus's movements. His lanky whiter than white legs almost gleamed in the thin light and Seamus looked up from the muddle of his clothes pooled around his ankles, a beaming lustful grin beaming from his face. "Now we can do it," Seamus climbed back on the now exposed lap, climbed back on the curly grey hairs and even better climbed back on the priest pole. "Ohhhhh," they sighed together as the lost warmth and heat returned to both of them. Seamus reached behind his back and gently caressed the scrawny sac that held Father Jerome ball's; they squidged between his fingers and Father Jerome groaned as his nerves squidged with newly discovered joy. Now Seamus began the slow up and down movements; adding the squeezing of his inner pussy boy muscles to add to both their pleasure. Now and again he rocked from side to side as well as back and forth as the throbbing cockhead rubbed against his nub sending those delightful shivers up and down his spine. Father Jerome was also enjoying the rediscovered sensations of having a hot pussy around his cock, something he thought he had given up for good when he had been posted to serve in a closed convent where he only spoke to the nuns through a wooden grille when they sat down to eat. Over the years he had grown used to the solitude and the lusts of life had been replaced with earnest prayers. It had misdirected the problem and eventually Father Jerome had been content with his lot, even the rare trips outside to visit family had not produced situations to make him uncomfortable nor provided lust fuelling events. Family wedding, christenings and funerals had followed in normal haphazard fashion. His progression through the priesthood had now resulted in his current posting as assistant to Father Strand, the bishop had indicated that he would one day succeed Father Strand as parish priest but so far the aged cleric had basked in rude good health and they had co-existed together now for some years with Father Strand supremely in control of the parish and Father Jerome had been kept well in the background. Seamus commenced to bounce heavily now, he felt his orgasm arriving and wanted to pursue it. Father Jerome groaned and moaned and twitched as he felt the hot pressure on his cock, the boys heat increased and he marvelled in the amazing fervour and the increasing tightness that gripped his cock and sent his own passion into a volcanic path. Seamus bounced higher and higher, taking Father Jerome's cock to the extreme edge before thrusting down harder and heavier making the armchair groan just as heavily as Father Jerome did. Faster now and with a determined look on his face Seamus gripped the arms of the chair so he could pummel Father Jerome `s cock with his pulsing boy pussy, weaving his body so that the stiff length hit his little passion button in just the right way. Seamus's world began to spin, the hot itch demanded the special scratching that was needed and Seamus was now a whirlwind of boyish endeavour as he writhed and wriggled as only a well versed boywhore could. Their sighs and moans were synchronised now especially when Seamus sank down on Father Jerome's now hot fuckstick, Seamus worked hard at scratching his internal itch, his body now a thrusting squirming machine and Father Jerome had to hold on tight to the boys' waits as he felt the boy would spin off his lap and he desperately wanted his own release. Seamus now gave a series of guttural groans as his pussy pulsed faster and faster and then he squeezed Father Jerome's cock with a huge wrench as his dry cum rattled his teeth. "Urg, urg, urgh ,uuurrrgggghhh," he yelped as the heat ran through him and he sank down panting heavily on Father Jerome's lap his itch for the moment at ease. Father Jerome tenderly stroked Seamus's silky back as he continued to gently thrust his cock inside the hot glove, feeling Seamus's passion slowly subside as his own continued to demand release. For a few precious moments Father Jerome managed to contain his urge whilst Seamus's orgasm slowly subsided and the boy's breathing returned to normal. Now Father Jerome felt the need to address his own lust, Seamus roused himself as he felt Father Jerome's persistent probing inside him, he knew what he had to do and he first started by using his muscles rather than moving his body, he was still in the last throes of his dry orgasm and he wanted to savour every precious moment of the exquisite pleasure but he knew his duty. Father Jerome tried to thrust upwards from the armchair but his ancient body was not energised enough. It was Seamus who took the action needed. The boy slipped up and off the pulsing rod and looking around the kitchen found the slightly damp towel. Quickly he placed in on the tiled floor in front of the open range and lay back looking at the priest who was watching lustfully. Seamus lay back and opened his legs wide and placing his hands under his back exposed his pulsing boypussy to Father Jerome's sight; with a guttural cry the priest pushed himself of the chair and knelt between the open legs. Seamus took the steel hard pick shaft and placed the f drooling tip at his entrance. Father Jerome needed no other invitation and he almost fell on the boys as his cock slid back inside the hot furnace that was Seamus's heaven. Now the ages dropped from his shoulders as he began to pummel the hot maw that contained his holy organ. Back and forth and side to side he bounced, pranced and pounded, the lustful vigour of his youth once again returned to his passion filled thrustings as he violated the swallowing boypussy that more than contained his passion. Grunting and panting he slid his cock in and out and once Seamus had mastered his rhythm the boy made sure that good contact was made with his little boy nut; this time they fucked together in a primal unison. Father Jerome oblivious to Seamus's desire and need fought only for his own release, thrusting his organ like a well oiled piston in the wondrous boyhole that welcomed him and squeezed him and caressed him. Faster and faster their rhythm rose, the rate rising to orgasmic climatic state as at last Father Jerome saw the finish line. He felt the long unused tubes open with a sweet sensation as his seed, the first in a long time begin to flow and pulse and then rocket upwards and then downwards into the boypussy fertilising that which would now bear fruit but yielded the ecstasy of absolute climax. Seamus too had worked his pussy well and as the last thrustings of Father Jerome's cock began to lessen also managed to reach his own dry cum, a second and most welcome boyish delight as he felt himself shiver and tremble rocking the spilling seed inside his body; together they panted and sighed and moaned, Father Jerome now kissing the boy with spent passion his tongue gentle and loving inside the boys mouth. At last Father Jerome gave a loud sigh and settled down on the soft body underneath him. Past memories of old such couplings sending more pleasant thrills through his body. Father Jerome lifted his head and kissed Seamus softly on the moist lips, "Thank you" he sighed and kissed the boy again. Seamus grinned and squeezed the shrinking cock inside him, Father Jerome groaned as he felt the intense pleasure but he knew he was done. He had never know such an energetic and responsive lover in his time and in his youth he would have quickly risen to the challenge but not today, not this morning. Carefully, reluctantly he eased himself out of Seamus's pussy and lay beside the boy, the warmth from the open range wafted over him and he felt an inner peace long denied him. Groaning slightly he pulled himself up, his age was returning and he felt it along his legs which complained as he stood up. Suddenly he thought about where he was and what the time was, guiltily he checked the kitchen clock, it was alright, Father Strand not know for stirring early was probably still sleep, a mere twenty minutes had elapsed and there was plenty of time to clean up after the shenanigans of the morning. He checked the clothing and turned the items over, there was still a touch of dampness he could feel. He looked down and the naked youth and felt that stirring again at the sight of the ravished youngster, `if only I were twenty years younger,' he thought to himself and held out a hand to the smiling boy, "Another cup of tea?" he suggested and Seamus nodded. "I'll get it," the boy almost leapt to his feet and as Father Jerome sat back on the armchair Seamus set about renewing the teapot. Father Jerome watched delighted as the naked youth worked away and pointed to the battered tin on the drawer. "Biscuits too" he grinned and then they sat as they had before, the naked boy on his still unclothed lap as they drank their tea and munched several biscuits. Seamus finished his tea and looked down at the priest's flaccid dick. "Oh I haven't cleaned you off Father," Seamus said putting down his cup and quickly kneeling between Father Jerome's legs. Father Jerome relaxed against the back of the armchair, his half finished tea in his hand as he relished the sensation of Seamus's tea heated tongue lapping across his cock and then he groaned as Seamus sucked the tip inside his hot mouth. Slowly his cock came back to life, it thickened and stiffened and a dribble of pre-cum, the sweet pre-cum that Seamus loved to lick and swallow and taste inside his mouth was suckled from his tubes. Seamus persisted and soon a good flow of the sweet mixture was extracted from Father Jerome's tubes. Father Jerome sighed and moaned quietly as the boy sucked away at his stiffening organ. He lay back in his own personal heaven, sipping his tea and tenderly stroking Seamus's ever quickening bobbing head. The sighing gave way to groaning and muttering as his passion grew and grew as his re-energised gonads had already sprung into action. Inactive for some years the spheres were now bursting with renewed vigour and Seamus could feel the heat as the long unused balls began the everlasting task of seed preparation. Oblivious to this Father Jerome was simply enjoying his first blowjob in years and he was well aware just how good a cocksucker little Seamus was proving to be, the boy was ravishing his cockhead with his taut little tongue, rasping the tip across his tip and along his cock ridge, delving in under the rim and sending little thrills of delight soaring up and down his sensual nerves. Under used for years they were proving to be well up to the task of creating further lustiness within his ancient body and Father Jerome was so aware of his sperms boiling away readying themselves for their ejection. His nerves waxed and waned hot and cold as the shivers or electric tremors danced along his limbs and torso and creating a halo in his eyes round his head, an orgasmic brightness of sunshine splendour. Seamus bobbed quicker and quicker as he felt the signs of impending seeding, soon he knew the salty stuff would invade his mouth and he wondered if it would taste good, Father Jerome's pre0cum suggested that he would not be disappointed. Father Jerome sighed and writhed as he felt his passion rising and rising, the boy was bringing him to heights he had never experienced. `Such an amazing mouth and tongue,' he thought s he felt his balls being cooled by Seamus's licking and sucking and then the boy returned to sucking away at that special itch at the tip of his cock. Seamus kissed and licked and slavered away at the throbbing glans and shaft, sucking down the sweet globules as they were released. Father Jerome started to thrust himself into the sweet lips and grunted as he felt it start, Seamus quickly sank down on the pulsing pole and began the frenzied sucking and swallowing motion which he knew worked the best. Father Jerome cried out as he felt the bursting movement from his balls and placing his cup down now held Seamus's head between his hands as he bent over and thrust deeply up and off the seat of the chair as he blasted his sperms deep inside the suctioning swallowing mouth and throat. A further deep guttural moan and it was over, his cock spat its final spray of saltyness into the hot mouth and then swiftly went limp as the blood rushed down to the overworked balls to help re-energise them into procreation. Father Jerome collapsed back on the armchair and sprawled limp as Seamus gently finished cleaning up the spent sperms that leaked from the limpid sausage. "Oh fuck that was so good," Father Jerome found his voice was shaking as he spoke to the air above Seamus's head and he found the energy somewhere to caress Seamus's head. Seamus kissed the cocktip, it did not even pulse of twitch and then stood up and kissed Father Jerome on the mouth. Father Jerome tasted the traces of his own sperm and recalled it still tasted good he could not remember the last time he had tasted his own, that was so very far in the past. He kissed the boy back and running his hand down the silky torso found the slim hard stiff pencil that was Seamus's cocklet. He pulled at the cocklet and Seamus gladly mounted the chair and kneeling on the arms placed his dicklet at the priest's lips. Swiftly Father Jerome swallowed the offering and sucked even more swiftly at the hard gristly finger. Seamus moaned and sighed as he felt the old man's rough edged tongue caress his cocklet, peeling away the foreskin to get at the soft bud inside and squealed with joy as the tongues found his bud and slicked at it. Father Jerome repeated what had been done to him with as much vigour as Seamus had and in a few sweet minutes he had the boy shuddering as he had yet another of this delightful boy dry cums and he swallowed several times in succession as the boy peaked thereby providing Seamus with a wonderful boyish boyjob that sated him more than any of his relations had ever done. As he sank down on the figure of the priest he hoped that they would do this again, somehow getting up so early for mass did not seem such a chore and he hoped to be serviced again when he served next time. "Oh lad, you are a marvel and that's a fact." Father Jerome stroked the boy and then he caught sight of the clock. "Oh quick boy, up, up look at the time. Oh my Lord if we are found," he shook his head as sense returned. Father Jerome stood up dropping, Seamus onto his feet, as the boy dressed in his now warm as toast and dry clothes Father Jerome yanked up his briefs and trousers and dressed himself. Together they cleaned up the kitchen, quickly washing the teacups and saucers and the bowl and minutes later the kitchen was a clean as it had been before. Now they tackled the church and the sacristy, putting away the vestments and clearing away the mess that Seamus had made when entering. "Good job boy," Father Jerome stroked Seamus's head and with his hand on the boys shoulder walked him through the church to the side entrance. He stooped to kiss the boy, it seemed apt to do so, he would worry about his conscience later. As his lips met Seamus's he felt a tremor run through him and he knelt down and kissed the boy heavily, Seamus replied with much the same fervour. "Father your hard again," Seamus said excited and Father Jerome felt the touch of the small hand around his member. "We can do it again Father," Seamus was already throwing off his clothes. Aghast Father Jerome knelt in the porchway as he watched Seamus move the St Peter's pence bowl to one side on the porch window shelf and then place his ragged shirt and shorts on the cold tiles. His eyes opened wide as Seamus now sat on the shelf and leaned back and raised his open legs. The sight of the pulsing boy pussy was too much for him, all reason left him as he dragged his trousers and briefs down and with his cock stiff and hard and eager leading the way he approached the naked boy, his eyes never leaving the pulsing rosette that awaited him. End of Part Two To be continued..................................... (If you liked this then please have a look at my other stories in the Nifty prolific authors list under V for VanTZBoi . For those of you who are asking for the non nifty stories I am still in the process of gathering them, they have been lost as my old computer is beyond help now. If you have copies of these lost stores then do please send them, some kind readers have sent some of them already but there are some missing still. The new email address is lostinspace1966@protonmail.com. Van T Z Boi)