Date: Fri, 27 Jul 2018 11:35:09 -0400 From: Robbie Robot Subject: SEAMUS SERVES Seamus Serves Seamus Serves Part Four © Van T Z BOI 2018. (The usual disclaimers apply, this remains the property of the author and you do not have permission to download and post this anywhere else without the author's permission. Please remember this is just a story and keep yourself safe. If you enjoyed this then please support nifty and make a donation; without nifty you would not be able to read and enjoy such fanciful creativity and they need your financial support so you can continue to enjoy nifty stories) (HEALTH WARNING: Due to the number of comments from nifty readers you are warned that reading this material may involve the self-indulgent loss of bodily fluid. Please ensure you have a supply of water, vitamins and minerals including vitamin C, calcium, chlorine, citric acid, fructose, lactic acid, magnesium, nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, sodium, vitamin B12, and zinc to replace that which may be lost whilst reading this further chapter. A good supply of tissues should be close at hand in case of sudden emergencies!) (Thanks to all who have written it is nice to be appreciated, I do enjoy reading your comments and observations and suggestions and I always look forward to reading your views on this or any of my stories. Please note the new email address lostinspace1966@protonmail.com. Now please read on. Till the next Time Van T Z Boi) From Part Three Father Jerome stared at the slight figure, visions of the naked boy writhing underneath him as he pounded the boys sweet pussy riddled his mind. He mentally waved the images away, `at least here we can't do anything,' he told himself. "Here let me help Father," Seamus stepped forward and Jerome held out the vestment. To his consternation Seamus ignored the outstretched arms holding the garment, instead he felt fingers scrabbling at his trousers, swiftly releasing the erect cock he had not realised was throbbing away hidden in the folds of his pants. Father Jerome moaned as the lips and moistness of Seamus's mouth captured him once more. The indistinct sounds of the children entering the hall behind the door filtered into the small room and Father Jerome swallowed several times in succession, the lump this time was between his legs and his balls and cock were swelling swiftly as Seamus' expert mouth went to work. Part Four Four "Seamus," Father Jerome muttered and sighed but the sensual delight was coursing through his body and playing havoc within his mind. Seamus's moist tongue was washing away his resistance just as it washed his dick clean of the manly juices which foamed from his cockslit, the musky honeyed mandew spilling copiously into the suctioning mouth of the seven year old. Father Jerome was frozen in shock as the wet tongue rasped across his cockhead, the resultant wave of pleasure rocking him to his very foundation. He stared blankly at the chalice and holy relic as Seamus's oral serving resumed its dissolute effect on his starved sexuality following his vow of chastity taken so long ago. Father Jerome trembled and twitched as years of abstinence were eroded by the voluptuous mouth that licked and suckled its way through his defences. His aged cock swelled joyously inside the moist warmness of Seamus's mouth. The swiftly bobbing and sucking mouth that encased his cock sent further raptures soaring within him. Father Jerome could only look unseeing at the holy relic as the bright lights of sensual joy and dissolute happiness drove over his inhibitions by a seven year old cocksucker's mouth. The squelching sounds Seamus was making were easily covered by the noise from the adjoining room where somewhere in his confused but ecstatic mind he could hear the hall filling with the schoolchildren. His hand dropped down, his intention was to push Seamus away but as his hand touched the soft hair, the downy sensation robbed him of his purpose and he held the boy tighter against his body, his balls squashed against Seamus's chin as Seamus's head quickened. The electric jolt of pleasure as Seamus's hand cupped his squashed balls added as further level of enticing exhilarating excitement and then Seamus sucked, hard, very hard and Father Jerome grunted as he felt his cockhead squeezed as it entered the opening of Seamus's throat. He tensed and then grunted and bent forward, shoving as gently as he could as the unexpected orgasm shook and rattled him. Breathing rapidly as the unique joys of climax soared and then faded he unsteadily stood up. "That was quick Father," Seamus said between licking Father Jerome's cock of the weepings of his priestly cum. "Your balls are still full, we can do more later after Mass," Seamus stood up, bent down to kiss the shrinking cockhead before gently replacing it back inside Father Jerome's cotton underwear. Father Jerome stood stock still, his mind still experiencing the aftershock of the blowjob. Frozen in place he watched as Seamus undressed, naked the boy reached for a surplice and slipped it on. "I'm ready Father," Seamus winked and he slowly lifted the edge of the surplice to show his erect and stiffly jerking boydick. Father Jerome muttered a few words of prayer and gabbed at his vestment, it slid down hardly catching at the prominent bulge that had sprung to life at seeing Seamus's cocklet. Confused and partly still in awe at the boy's sensationally sexy servitude he picked up the relic and his chalice and handed the chalice to Seamus. Together they stood by the door. "We ring the bell now Father," Seamus tugged the string that hung by the doorway and a familiar pealing tinkle sounded inside the hall, the noise from the room quietened. Seamus opened the door and stepped forward, Father Jerome could not help himself, his hand seemed to have a mind of its own accord as it slid down the back of the seven year old altar server and cupped the naked buttocks through the flimsy material. Seamus giggled sexily at the sensual touch. "God forgive me," Father Jerome muttered silently and made his mind up to offer the Mass as an intention of penance for his sins of the day and the current sins of his mind. The gathering of school children and nuns and teachers rose as they entered. Seamus walked proudly as he led the way and Father Jerome added to his sins as he caught sight of the naked form which swayed slightly hidden by the floating material of the surplice as Seamus preceded him. Jerome clutched the holy relic tight and made more promises of atonement. Once the Mass was underway he felt more at peace and as the familiarity of the Mass calmed him he turned his thoughts to performing the rites of the service. Seamus was quick and attentive, helping Jerome out as he was unused to where certain things were placed and Jerome felt more confident as the service progressed. It was when he turned to his altar server to offer him the host that the sight of Seamus's open mouth unnerved him, his hand shook as he placed the host on Seamus's extended tonguetip, visions of what he wanted to place on that pink pleasure producing sliver caused the uncomfortable swelling between his legs. Shaking he completed the formal rite and turned to the queue that was forming. As the first of the girls stepped forward Father Jerome felt his distraction reduce and he regained his composure. The routine of host giving relaxed him and thoughts wfaded but then the line of girls came to an end and now it became the turn of the boys to line up. This was worse for him as he stood there and offered the host to the line of youths that stepped forward, he kept seeing the same image and once more the visions provoked the dangerous soul destroyer that bedevilled him between his legs. Youth after youth opened their mouths and the devil inside him lunged and bloated, he felt the wetness damped his skin. It was only when the line of youths finished and the first of the nuns stood before him that his personal peace and soulfulness was restored. Keeping his eyes steadily on the line of nuns standing with the headmaster Mr Mahon at the back of the room he finally completed the service and with Seamus preceding him he followed the boy back into the small room. Father Jerome breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly packed the relic and the chalice away. He tugged at his vestment pulling it upward and then shook rigid as he felt hands clutching at his flies. Blinded by the material which seemed to swirl around his head and knot itself around his arms, he struggled to keep his balance and remove the binding garment. At last he freed himself and stood panting. It was too late; the cold draught around his legs told him what he already knew, his trousers and well-worn underclothes had fallen and lay clumped around his ankles but his cock was back inside the enticing furnace and his resolution was more than weakened, it was destroyed by the ecstatic pleasure that Seamus was supplying. The slick tongue flickered rapidly across his cock, the small hands rubbed his shaft and balls, the lost years of abstinence fell away and rampant his cock demanded its worship. Jerome fell helpless and hopeless into a state of disgrace as his altar server again set him on the road to dissolution. Abruptly the wetness disappeared and Jerome managed to open his eyes. "Help me up on the table Father," blinking to clear his eyes he looked down where the naked Seamus stood, his arms held out pleadingly. Father Jerome fisted his hands but it was no use, the pulsing cocklet that pointed upwards towards his own throbbing prick broke at one pulse his attempt at defending his vows. In a trice he picked the boy up and hobbling forward placed Seamus on his back on the table. Seamus grinned and spread his legs wide, his boypussy gaping ready and pulsing demanding attention. Father Jerome bent forward but not in prayer, his tongue, aflood with lusting saliva slicked over the tight hole; sensing the willingness, his tonguetip slipped inside the pucker, he tasted the slime of his previous fucking, it was an aphrodisiac he had not expected. `I've already fucked him, it's no more sinful to repeat the act,' his transgressing mind sought to justify his actions. "Come on Father, I have to go back to my lessons," urged Seamus. Jerome stood back up, his prick bouncing across the wet gap, he took a final sight of the naked ivory pink skin, the gleaming pucker beckoned him as it twitched and gaped open. Jerome let out a long soft purring groan as his dick slid inside the tight embrace. Seamus too purred as the slim length slid all the way in, his inner bud swollen with anticipation tingled as the soft spongy hardness swilled over and past his bulge and the motion was repeated. Jerome bent forward, his dick slid back and forth instinctively and his lips sought the warmth of Seamus's mouth. The kiss was felt right down inside his balls which jerked and tingled as the newly created sperms flooded along his tubes. Jerome tongue fucked Seamus's mouth, his dick in rhythm with his tonguing. He felt Seamus unbutton his shirt, the warm touch of the boys naked body against his own as his vest was tugged up was exquisite, the sensation as Seamus's cocklet pulsed hard against his pounding stomach caused his ardour to harden and throb even more, his dick felt steely strong as he thrust repeatedly at the tight loveglove of Seamus's boypussy. "There just there," breathed the boy and Jerome responded, taking the compressing joys as Seamus gurgled and orgasmed. Seamus moaned and purred as the tingling joy rolled up from somewhere inside him and sent him floating in that special place where his entire body tingled and sparked with electric shocks of delicious delight. He grabbed at the spindly body that pressed against him, making his own cocklet rub against the pressure to extend his joys and automatically his boypussy worked the slim tube, compressing with his muscles the swollen bulb at the end. Father Jerome groaned as he felt his inner joy unleash, he could feel the swarming sperms as they blasted along the hidden tubes inside him, his ball jerking with the pressure to unload. His shaft pulsed and widened as the sperms forced their way through the pipe and then he grunted as his cockhead swelled and pulsed, his spunk, not aged like he was but newly formed, shot fiercely into the twitching tunnel to splatter against the silken membrane before sliding further inwards to congeal with the spermy deposits that clumped in Seamus's nether regions. A hot kiss accompanied the double joys of priest and server and then Seamus pushed the aged Father off him. "Gotta go Father, Sister Ignatius will belt me if I take too long," Father Jerome staggered as he was pushed back, his floppy dick plopping out of the tight embrace of Seamus's boyjoy. Instinctively his hand reached for his cock and he caressed it, reliving the faint memories of the awesome quick fuck. Standing there playing with himself, his shirt hanging open, his vest rucked up above his chest, his trousers and grey-white pants rumpled around his feet he watched the seven year old swiftly replace his shirt, ragged shorts and then with a final kiss at the end of his leaking dick, Seamus wiped the final traces of semen across his lips, sucking his fingers clean and he was gone. Father Jerome stared at the closed door, his hand still fingering his abused cock and then the sound of footsteps outside the door brought him back to reality. "Father, Father?" the querulous tone of one of the older nuns sounded through the door, Headmaster Mahon says tea is ready." "Coming, coming sister," Jerome replied and groaning with his age he bent down to drag up his pants and trousers. He made a quick check downwards, his shirt was once more buttoned and smoothed over his replaced vest, his trousers hung on his hips, the slight bulge he could see as he looked down made him smile, it had been a long time since his groin had looked like that. Slipping into his jacket he picked up his repacked bag and left the room. "Ah there you are Father," Mr Mahon smiled and indicated the teapot, "Help yourself to tea, I hope you don't mind I've already started but I like my tea hot." The headmaster relaxed back in his chair. "Thank you for the service, nice and quick, we do like to keep to the timetable and sometime the service overruns but for a first timer you did well to keep to the time allotted." He sipped his tea and took another bite out of the large slice of cake that lay on the plate before him. "Thank you headmaster," Father Jerome sipped his tea and took one of the sandwiches; he bit into the fresh bread and relished the taste of the roast beef as it flavoured his mouth. `No wonder Father Albert prefers to take the school mass, the refreshments are wonderful,' he thought as he took another bite and surveyed the laden tray. The two ate generously talked about the school and discussed some of the children and Father Jerome asked politely about the nuns who provided most of the teaching staff. As they talked someone knocked on the door and it opened. "Sorry to interrupt Headmaster, sorry Father," the young woman bobbed awkwardly, "I've a message for the Father," she stepped further inside. "Thank you Margaret" Mr Mahon nodded at the woman and added explaining, "this is, Margaret Mclocklin, she acts as my secretary and helps out with some of the younger pupils." Margaret Mclocklin bobbed again, "Sorry to interrupt but Father Strand telephoned from the hospital, he says to tell you that he has been delayed and will you whilst you are here go on to visit the Widow Farrell. He will see you back at the house later on, he said he will take the evening service." She bobbed again and left. "Oh the Widow Farrell," Jerome quickly thought about where the Farrell farm was located in relation to the school. "The Widow Farrell lives in one of the small cottages at the end of the Long Avenue," Mr Mahon seeing the blank look on Father Jerome's face had quickly surmised his thinking. "Father Strand often goes onto her after the school service, she's housebound since her fall last year," he added the extra information. "Oh yes," Father Jerome smiled his memory working, "I recall now, she fell badly after the Easter Procession." He recalled the tumult that had arisen. As he walked through the corridor towards the entrance Father Jerome could hear the sound of children reciting parrot fashion through the various doors and it reminded him of his own schooldays. He walked out of the school closing the gate and took a final look back, the vision of Seamus's face rose up before him, his own dick filling the boys mouth. Quickly he hurried down the lane, "Forgive me, forgive me," he repeated several times on the long walk to the Widow Farrells home. It was getting towards late afternoon when he finally made his way back to the village, the Widow Farrell had wanted the "full works" as she put it and then there had been the interminable weak tea and dry biscuits, only enlivened by the unexpected offer of a "glass before you go Father to wet your throat for the dusty journey home." The `glass' had proved to be a repeatedly filled glass of Powers Paddy whiskey, after the weak tea and dry biscuits Father Jerome had been happy to accept the `glass' as his throat was dry and parched. The Widow Farrell's heavy hand in replenishing his `glass' had at first confused and then as the alcoholic weight of the whiskey bore down on his system, the dry biscuits doing nothing to soak up the alcohol and the school sandwiches and cake a now distant memory, Father Jerome had relaxed as the `Paddy' had its effect. "Oh dear the bottle's empty," the Widow Farrell sounded surprised, her face bright red and her eyes flashing. "I, I'd better go," Father Jerome staggered as he rose to his feet, his own face had he known it was also flushed and he shook his head as the faint caused him to stumble. "There, there," the Widow Farrell patted him on the arm as together they swayed towards the front door, she stood leaning on her stick and waved as he tottered down the boreen. "Safe journey home Father and give my regards to Father Strand, no doubt I'll see him next week." Father Jerome had waved offhandledly, he was having trouble focusing and walking at the same time, the road such as it was seemed to rise up and he stumbled weaving tipsily along the rutted tracks of the boreen. He wheezed a little as he walked, the Paddy whilst initially appreciated was having its full effect in the cool breeze as he perambulated along the ruts. The sound of a wagon behind him caused him to turn around and in doing so Father Jerome, unbalanced fell into the hedge, his legs sprawling, his case falling to one side. He lay panting and gasping more with the shock of the upset than the fall itself. "Father, Father are ye alright?" Jerome stared into the worried face of the youngster that was looking down at him. He felt the strong hands holding him and lifting him and he struggled to get his balance back. He stared at his saviour, his eyes managing to focus at last and he wheezed a big breath of desperately needed air. "Th, thank you," he stammered. "No bother Father, here climb upon the wagon an' I'll drop ye off down the lane. I'm not going into t'town meself but iffen I drop ye by t'canal, ye can take the short cut through McGillicuddy's meadow, t'will bring ye out by Diffley's," the youth assisted Father Jerome up on the wagon before walking around to climb up himself. "Thank you, sorry I'm not sure," Father Jerome in his tipsy state could not recall the youth's name. "It's Paudrig Father, Paudrig Farrell," Paudrig made a clicking sound and the horse moved sluggishly forward, "I assume ye were up at Granny's, she's sore bad with the leg since she fell over, and can't take the bumps of t' jarvey or t' wagon on the boreen ruts these days so she has to get one of ye to come over to save her soul," the youth smiled and rattled the reins, the horse obliged and picked up the pace slightly. "I can see she got t'bottle out fer ye," Paudrig chuckled, "We all think it was the real reason she fell over," he laughed deeply. "Granny likes her Paddy but she has a `heavy hand' when pouring but sure she means no harm. T'walk across the meadow is shorter back to t'church and once back home ye can rest and recover. It's not t'first time I've helped one of Granny's visitor's," he laughed heavily again. Father Jerome sat stoically on the juddering seat, the wagon bounced along the ruts in the boreen's deep grooves and he quickly understood why the Widow Farrell preferred a home visit. He stared at the horses backside until the waving weaving back and forth of the tail set of a queasy motion inside his stomach. He recalled Paudrig Farrell from his memory, the youth was indeed a grandson of the Widow Farrell and dimly he remembered something about university. "Have you finished at University?" he asked keeping his eyes of the swaying tail. "No Father, I'm in my final year. I'm just back home for a `reading week' I prefer the quiet of t'farmhouse when studying," he leaned close and said quietly, "my fellow students can be `hard bits of lads' when there's no lessons and I want to get good grades for my degree. I'm t'only one wi't brains, at least that what Granny Farrell keeps telling me and my professors say they are well pleased wi'my progress so far." Paudrig rattled the reins again and the horse jerked to the left where the boreen broke into two trails. "I'm just off down to the long field to water t'cows, after reading for some time I needed a break and father asked me if I could see to t'cows as he's busy wi'a calving." Father Jerome nodded and stared ahead, he could see over the hedges now, the wide vista of fields and animals and crops unfolding before him. Sheep and cows ambled across the lush green grass and a few calves and lambs gambolled around their respective dams. The wagon jogged on and the two fell silent, Father Jerome felt the breeze blowing and sucked in the cooler air, his head swam a bit but then he felt his body settle down. Paudrig drove on down the curling boreen that wound between fields, the hedgegrowth intermittent at times where gates appeared. Father Jerome gazed at the view, the land was fairly flat close to the canal, the old mill rising high in the distance where the barges would berth up to fill and carry the grain back along the canals to be sold on in Dublin. He regained more of his equilibrium, the dizziness in his head slowly dissipating as the effect of the alcohol in his system wore away. `No wonder Albert retires to his room after the services at the school and the visit to the Widow Farrell,' he said to himself as he recalled seeing the reddened face of his superior unsteadily grabbing the handrail to mount the stairs. "Feeling better now Father?" Paudrig's soft lilting voice asked the question. "You know my boy indeed I do. Your grandmother as you say has a heavy hand with whiskey, but all the same it was quite an enjoyable event. At my age there are few pleasures left to this aged body and a decent draught of Paddy whiskey goes a long way to sure happiness," Jerome smiled broadly at the young student. Paudrig clicked his tongue and yanked the reins; the horse whinnying softly came to a stop. "Here ye are Father, just cut through the gate now and keep to the hedge along the canalside and ye can cross McGillicuddy's meadow by the stile." "Thank your Paudrig, I'm sure of my way now," Father Jerome climbed down from the wagon and took his bag from Paudirg's hand. "Bye now Father," Paudrig clicked his tongue and the horse moved without the need for a pull on the rein. "Goodbye to you then son and more so my thanks for the lift," Father Jerome stood watching as the youth dove off. "No bother Father," Paudrig's parting remark floated on the air. Father Jerome unhitched the gate and closed it behind him, he trod the well-worn path down the side of the field, the corn yellowed billowed alongside him as the breezes wafted through the sighing sheaves. He heard the sound of shouting, the high pitch indicating that it was young children rather than adults. The sound had no angry tones more the excited shrieking of active children. He crossed the stile, from the high point of the step he could see clear across the meadow, the grass was high, ready for the herd of cows who would graze on it shortly but he could see running and leaping figures in the distance, cries of delight and laughter floated across the grass. `Must be using the swimming hole,' he said to himself and began treading his way along the side of the meadow where the grass was flattened by use. As he came close to the swimming hole, a figure darted past him. He caught a glimpse of pink skin and then came another similar pink skin, both figures were shouting and laughing, the two runners danced around him, using his body as barrier. "Got you, got you, yo're it," came a familiar voice and Father Jerome stopped in his tracks. The second of the pink skinned figures came into focus, he found himself staring at a naked body, one he was beginning to know quite well. The second figure which had shouted, "Oh, Hello Father," darted away off through the grass in the direction of the noises from swimming place. "Father," Seamus stepped forward, his naked body glittering where some of the drips of the water from the pool clung to his skin. "How nice to see you so soon," he stepped close and his hand flashed out to caress Jerome between the legs. Jerome suddenly became aware his cock was hard, hard and pulsing and his trousers tented bulging voluminously as Seamus's hand stroked over the large bulge. "S, S, Sh, Seamus," he spluttered. "What are you doing?" he desperately attempted to gain control of himself and the situation. "Oh some of us lads are just having a swim after school," Seamus's hand wormed inside Jerome's fly as he spoke. "It's a hot day," he added as his fingers stole up and down Jerome's swelling dick, the tip emerging from the open fly to blink in the harsh sunlight. Jerome stepped back which only meant that the grasping hand yanked his full length out through his open fly. Stunned he recognised the pleasure as well as the terror of exposure as the cries of the nearby youths came closer. The thrills of young Seamus's expert hand stroking and squeezing his dick sent tremblings within his body, his tipsified brain reacted more to the pleasure than the fears of being discovered. Jerome shook with trepidation and expected delight; the sensual shocks reverberating inside his twitching body and mind recalled his day with his altar server in clear unsullied imagery and his dick swelled to its longest and largest width and thickness yet. "So nice and big Father," Seamus purred and Jerome sensed the hot warm breath emanating from the so close enticing mouth. He jolted as the moist warmth encased him and then jolted again as several figures broke through the waving grasses. His eyes caught the sight of naked skins and he shuddered in fright and terror. End of Part Four To be Continued...??????????????????????????????????? (Oh dear what an unholy mess Father Jerome finds himself in, perhaps it is time to call a halt to this unpriestly activity or would you like to see how Seamus helps the poor Father atone for his sins? Will he get down on his knees and pray? or will Father Jerome be able to deal with the swimmers? Very well then if you do want more and really want me to continue this story then you have to write and tell me or this could really be the end of Seamus's Service. Don't forget if you like this then I have plenty more stories to whet your appetite, just look me up on nifty's prolific authors listing ( https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authorslist.html scroll down to V for Van T Z Boi ) . Please also remember to make a different deposit in nifty's coffers for without them you would not be able to enjoy this and further chapters. All the best, Van T Z Boi) (In response to all those who are interested; the Lost/Rejected stories are still undergoing editing and once they have been posted I will announce the link. The good news is that good ole' nifty have provided copies of `Detained at Daddies' and `Mummy Said' from their records so now I have recovered all the missing stories, so mucho thanks nifty. Sorry I can't be more forthcoming at this time as to when I will be able to post them but please watch this space. Van T Z Boi)