Date: Thu, 9 Jun 2011 13:03:31 -0700 (PDT) From: dws202 Subject: Taking Father Mike: Part Two This story is for readers 18 and over. If you like it, let me know. dws202(dws202@yahoo.com) Taking Fr. Mike: The Priest's Revenge Fr. Mike had been conflicted ever since his encounter with Adam, the aggressive altar boy, in the sacristy. On the one hand it made him hornier than ever to think about it, and he had never felt such intense sexual pleasure and release before in his life. On the other hand -- well, you know. Fr. Mike's guilt got the best of him and he called his old friend and fellow priest Fr. Andrew, and set up an appointment at Fr. Andrew's parish to talk. "Is this a formal confession?" Fr. Andrew asked me after I had settled into the rectory. "No, not yet anyway, I just wanted to discuss something with you first." I wasn't even sure where to start, but I had chosen Andrew to speak with because we had fooled around a bit years ago while in seminary, and I thought he would be at least a little sympathetic. He was also a good ten years older than me, so I thought wiser as well. I told him about the kid -- well, I left out a some of the salacious details, thinking that wasn't necessary. Andrew listened carefully without saying much, but afterwards asked me some very pointed questions about whether I had done this before, how old Adam was (15), how he had acted and responded, whether he had initiated things between us and how, whether he was holding it over my head (definitely), things like that. I answered as best as I could, despite my embarrassment. Andrew said he wanted to think about everything I had told him and get back together sometime in the future to discuss his thoughts. I wasn't sure if he was conflicted, horrified, sympathetic, or what. As I left I started to regret not making a formal confession -- at least then Andrew would be bound to secrecy. Then again, it's best it wasn't a confession -- because I didn't quite tell Andrew everything. Since our initial sexual encounter, the altar boy had instigated sexual relations with me twice more. Adam's aggressiveness -- cockiness, really -- had been surprising, and very much a turn on. He had me over a barrel and he knew it. Unless I went along with his desires, he could tell the whole world what we were doing and ruin me. I didn't tell him this, but he needn't have bothered with threats -- I would've done what he asked anyway, it just felt too damn good. We didn't have much time for the past few encounters, but I discovered that he liked me to suck him off while wearing my vestments, and the last time he had even returned the favor. We were both extremely turned on and came quickly. A few days later while celebrating a sparsely attended evening weekday mass I was surprised and concerned to see Andrew in the congregation. I wasn't really looking forward to following up on our talk, and he hadn't even let me know he was dropping by. Worse still, Adam was serving the mass, of all things. After the service ended and we went into the sacristy, I hoped not to see Fr. Andrew. But before I could even unvest, I heard a knock and there he was. He greeted us both and I introduced him, then we got to chatting about church matters and small talk. Adam seemed uninterested and started to clear things away, then said he would get ready and head home. As he prepared to leave the sacristy, Andrew said, "So, I hear from Fr. Mike that you're getting along very well here." The kid said sure, and Andrew continued. "And you and Fr. Mike are getting along splendidly too, I understand." Adam shot me a look, but unless you read into it, it was an innocuous question. He said sure again, then tried to leave. Andrew stood in front of him. "I certainly hope you aren't thinking of doing or saying anything about what you two have been up to in here," Andrew told the kid in his best authority figure tone. Adam blushed deep red -- and so did I. Before he could answer I started to stammer to Andrew that this wasn't necessary, but he stopped me. "No, no, Mike, I've been thinking about this. A little mutual pleasure is one thing, but I certainly can't condone anyone making any threats about it. Now tell me the truth, young man," and Fr. Andrew fixed his gaze on the kid. "Have you threatened Fr. Mike with telling anyone about the things you two have been doing?" Adam looked down in shame and nodded. Andrew led him over to the arm chair against the wall and signaled for me to close the door, then sat down. Adam stood before him, nervous, curious, and apprehensive. With a warm smile, Andrew ordered Adam to take off his acolyte's vestments, followed by the clothes underneath. As he slowly lowered his tighty white briefs, he stood naked in front of Fr. Andrew. I watched from the other side of the room, transfixed, horny and completely clueless as to how this would turn out. Andrew took Adam's right arm at the elbow and gently lowered him face down over his knees. I had expected a harder smack, but Andrew barely spanked the boy, alternating mild swipes with stroking and massaging of Adam's round, fleshy buttocks. Adam was clearly enjoying the scene as well as the sensation of his hard prick rubbing against the priest's black pants leg. After a minute of light spanking Fr. Andrew resumed his massage of Adam's ass, pushing apart the creamy mounds of his cheeks and exposing the pink, puckered boy hole. Andrew stopped to admire the sight, Adam heaving and gyrating his hips, grinding deeper against the priest's lap. Fr. Andrew said, "What a naughty boy you are, didn't you think Fr. Mike might want to see your beautiful bunghole?" Andrew's finger massaged the sphincter while Adam moaned, and I stood still, completely vested as if I had just walked up to the altar, save for the raging hard on. Andrew stopped working the boy's hole and sat him up off of his lap, then pushed him onto his knees in front of the chair. He leaned back, unzipping his black trousers and pulling out his enormous cock and began playing with himself. Adam stared at the priest's prick while he stroked it. Then the priest moved up a bit in the chair, grabbed the back of Adam's head and whispered, "Suck my cock, boy." In a flash, Adam was bobbing up and down between Fr. Andrew's legs, swallowing as much of the priest's huge cock as he possible could. Andrew looked over and motioned for me to approach. I hesitated, not sure what to do in my vestments and confusion, but the sight of the naked altar boy servicing the older priest was making my cock rage with lust. As I approached the chair standing over Adam, Fr. Andrew looked at me, and I gleaned from his eyes what the priest had in mind. I lifted the hem of my alb and chasuble, pulling them both up over my hips, unbuckled my trousers and pulled them down along with my shorts. Adam, hearing me behind him, stopped sucking Andrew long enough to turn around and see me. I lifted the alb and chasuble again, exposing myself to the boy, and began stroking my hard cock. Adam resumed servicing Fr. Andrew, and stuck his pretty white ass as far up in the air as it would go. I knelt down and grabbed his hips, staring at the winking pink boyhole in front of me. Then I dove in. Fr. Andrew watched us, alternately ordering Adam to swallow his cock and me to stick my tongue as far up the boy's bunghole as it would go. Adam moaned and squirmed as I tongue-fucked his anus, slickening the virgin opening for my cock. As I paused for breath, Fr. Andrew said, "Fuck him. Stick your cock up his ass." I positioned my swollen member against Adam's wet hole, and pushed in, keeping the vestments lifted up so I could watch my cock disappear into his anus. Adam whimpered as more of my cock sank inside of him, but pressed back against me. Finally my pubic bush was flat up against his asscrack, and I let the vestments fall down onto Adam's back. I placed my hands on his shoulder blades, and began to push my hips back and forth. Though hidden by the silk chasuble, I could feel my cock sliding in and out of Adam's hot, pulsating anal chute, even as he continued to swallow Fr. Andrew's cock. Andrew watched me fuck Adam, his eyes gleaming with lust, until he reached the point of no return. With a firm grip on Adam's hair, he pushed the cocksucking altar boy down deep into his crotch as he shot his load straight down the boy's throat. The sight of Adam slurping the priest's cum drove me wild, and I started to fuck him even harder. Once Adam had sucked every last drop from Fr. Andrew's member, it plopped out of his mouth, and Adam, gasping for breath, turned around to watch me, in alb and chasuble, buttfucking him. I yelled out as I felt wave after wave of hot cum spurting deep into Adam's bowels, and didn't remove my cock from his hole until the very last drops were spent. Adam cleaned up and left before Fr. Andrew, a little dazed from the experience but also looking satisfied. When Andrew took his leave, he gave me a wink and said, "No need to confess this one either, eh, Mike?" I couldn't agree more. Repentance is fine, but revenge definitely felt sweeter.