Church of the Holy Seed
(Revised)
by: Tom Borden

© 2010 by the author

Edit & Revised by: Gerry Young

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Chapter 2

Even though I tried mightily to put the Church of the Holy Seed out of my mind, the whole experience nagged at me. It dominated my masturbation fantasies. While I no longer felt any religious connection with it personally, I was certain the other parishioners were truly sincere in their worship of sperm. Perhaps there might be something to it, I thought.

I found it hard to picture myself with my fifteen-year-old son Ricky in such a setting. Both he and his mother were as lacking as I was in religious thought. I did, however, personally wish that I had some connection with a church, which had led me to go to the Church of the Holy Seed in the first place.

One evening when I was saying good night to Ricky after he'd gone to bed, he startled me.

"Dad," he said, "my friend Eric told me about a church he and his dad now belong to. It sounds real neat."

"But you've never had any interest in church," I said. "Why would you think it's neat? What church is it?"

"It's called the Church of the Holy Seed. They do really fun stuff."

I could feel my heart pushing up into my throat. "Like what?" I asked.

"You remember when you talked to me about the Birds and the Bees a few years ago, you told me that masturbation was a good thing, and I shouldn't listen to all those church people who say it's a sin?"

"Yes," I said tentatively.

"Well, this church doesn't think it's a sin. Eric told me, just like you did, that all guys masturbate and that it's a really good thing."

"It is indeed a good thing, Ricky. All men and boys masturbate all their lives for pleasure and the relief of sexual tension. But you don't have to go to a church to know that."

"Eric says they do it in church and that the men have to teach their sons how to do it right. And if you do it right in church, you get some kind of reward."

"Well, son, I don't think there's any kind of reward. All that happens is that when you do it, they make you a member of the church."

A quizzical look came over Ricky's face. "Do you know about that church? You already know about it; don't you?"

I knew the moment of truth was at hand. "Well, yes. I've been there. I see what they do. But I don't think it's something you…"

"Dad, are you a member?"

I couldn't lie. "Yes, Ricky, I am."

Ricky leaped up to his knees on the bed. "Please, Dad. Please take me. I want to be a member, too. Eric says it's really exciting. Can you tell me about it?"

I could see there was no way I could avoid telling him. "The people in this church worship sperm. They claim sperm should be worshipped because it's what gives life to all living animals and humans. They believe sperm is God-given."

"Does everybody jack off there?"

"Yes."

"Then what do they do?"

I was sure Ricky wasn't going to like this answer. "They take other men's sperm onto their bodies and ingest it."

"You mean … swallow it?" Ricky asked. "Eric told me they shoot their cum into other guys' mouths, but I didn't believe it."

"You seem to know all about it, Ricky. Why do you need me to tell you about it?"

"Because I want you to take me there, just like Eric's dad does."

After finally saying goodnight to Ricky, I went to bed and lay awake for a long time thinking about what just happened. In spite of myself, I felt a certain excitement over the idea of watching my son shoot his sperm over the bodies of the priests and having him suck me off and swallow my hot cum up there on the altar in front of the whole congregation. I lay there stroking my hard cock as I thought about it being in my son's mouth. This fantasy brought on my orgasm quickly, and I whispered, "Suck it hard, Ricky. Take all my hot creamy cum down your throat."

Ricky's mother had heard of the church, but knew nothing about it and was totally uninterested in hearing about it. It was fine with her that Ricky and I should go to church, but she wanted to be left out of it altogether.

As for Ricky's friend's father, I was acquainted with him casually. He worked as a lawyer in my building. He was a good looking chap. Sexy eyes and handsome body. I'd never suspected he was a sperm worshiper along with his own son.

Although I hadn't given Ricky my approval, I went to see Father John. I found him sitting at his desk murmuring some sort of prayer as he ran his tongue over a small bronze paperweight in the form of a scrotum and balls. He looked up as I approached him.

"Oh, Brother Thompson," he said as he extended his hand. "So good to see you. It's been some time since we've seen you at a service. You missed a particularly good one last Sunday. We confirmed a whole new crop of young men. And we collected one of the greatest amounts of sperm ever. I must say boys these days produce a greater quantity of the precious fluid than ever before. I've even noticed the balls ... I mean their testicles … are larger these days and hang lower."

"The reason I'm here, Father John, is about my son."

"Oh yes, indeed," Father John said. "I've wondered about that. There are very few men who come alone to our services. Practically all of them attend with their sons."

"My son, Ricky, is interested in becoming a member. His best friend, Eric Simmons, has gotten him interested."

"I'm so glad. Yes, yes. Eric and his father, Bert Simmons, attend regularly. And their donations of sperm are in admirable quantities. In fact, when Eric takes his father's sperm in his mouth, he often lets it flow back out into a collection cup for us. Bert, though, always swallows his son's cum ... I mean sperm. I've taken Bert Simmons' sperm into my body many times. Delicious. I mean, I feel the power of God growing in my body with every drop."

"I know that the boys must be instructed and prepared for the ceremonies by their fathers," I said. "Do you have any instructions as to how they are to be prepared?"

"Oh, yes. We have several manuals. Here we are. This one explains several proper techniques in masturbation. We prefer that these be used in this church."

I have another question, Father. You know that in order for any man or boy to achieve an erection, he must be sexually aroused. Most men think about heavy sexual activity, sometimes quite perverse activity, in order to get a sexual heat going in their heads. Now in many churches it's a sin for a man to harbor wild sexual thoughts. What is your view on that?"

"Of course," said Father John. "We recognize that a man must have ways of becoming sexually excited in order to produce the holy liquid. And because of that, we have prepared another manual that details a great many sexual fantasies of every kind that you can choose from. It also includes photographs. It's designed to make any man really hot and horny … I mean sexually prepared to ejaculate. Please take it. You and your son should study it carefully together so that you can achieve the highest level of performance."

"This will be helpful," I said as I picked up the manual.

"I need to tell you, though, that we're not having services for the next two weeks because of our Fellowship Camp that will be going on during that time. It's our annual chance for the men of our congregation to bond with their sons in the name of the Lord. I would certainly like you and your son to attend this camp. We can do his confirmation there. Here is a map of how to get there. It's located on a lovely wooded plot of land near a stream and a lake."

"I'm sure we can make it."

Just then one of the priests entered and gave Father John some papers to sign.

"Oh, Father Bruce," said Father John. "You remember Brother Roger Thompson? We confirmed him several months ago."

Father Bruce took my hand with one of his and, and pressed the other against my considerable bulge. "So glad to see you again, Roger. I remember the very full collection cup you left for us when you were last here. We hope to have more of it."

Father Bruce was a swarthy-skinned young man, who had the most kissable lips I'd ever seen. If I'd been given just a little encouragement, I'm sure I would have grabbed him and torn his clothes off right there.

Father John said, "Brother Thompson will be bringing his son to Fellowship Camp, Bruce. He hasn't been confirmed yet, but we can handle that at camp.

"Praise the Lord," Bruce said as he cupped both hands over his bulge.

"Yes, I agree," said Father John. "I think we should praise the Lord right here and now and give thanks to our Lord for our blessed sperm."

Both Fathers John and Bruce immediately took off all their clothes and draped them over several chairs. Bruce's body was every bit as gorgeous as I had imagined.

Father John said, "Please, Brother Thompson, would you join us in giving thanks to the Lord? You can put your clothes over there on that chair.

They both lay down on the soft carpet and beckoned me to join them. Father John said, "I want you, Brother Thompson, to take Father Bruce's sperm through your mouth. I will take yours, and Father Bruce will take mine."

We lay in sort of a twisted circle on the floor and began sucking. I ran my tongue over the heavy veins that encircled Father Bruce's cock. It tasted so good. As I did so, I ran my hands over the swarthy skin of his body. The soft hair on his well-shaped legs was like silk. I reached under and ran my finger up into his asshole. I could feel his sphincter muscle clamping down on it as though it were trying to suck my finger in.

I heard Bruce begin to moan and felt his penis hardening and enlarging. As the first blast of his hot cum hit my throat, my own orgasm hit my gut like a hammer. I felt Father John's lips and tongue madly slurping up my cum as I shot it into his mouth.

We had all cum about the same time. Father John rolled over and collapsed on his back. My cum was dripping out of the corners of his mouth. He raised his hands and shouted, "Dear Lord, we feeeeel the power of your Grace as it flows through our bodies!"

I wanted to keep Father Bruce's wilting penis in my mouth and my hands on his soft, beautiful skin. I finally pulled off his penis and ran my tongue and lips down over the sensuous curves of his thighs and calves.

After we were dressed, I left. When I reached the outer vestibule, Father Bruce caught up with me. He turned me around, put his arms around me and kissed me on the lips, forcing his tongue into my mouth.

"Roger," he whispered. "I'm glad to see you again. I want to fuck you, Roger. I'm so mother-fucking hot for you, I don't know what to do."

"But Bruce," I said. "You're a priest. That's not what you're supposed to do. What would Father John think?"

"I don't give a shit what that old fart thinks. I don't believe any of that shit he passes out. I only joined this fucking church so I could have lots of cock to suck. But I never get to fuck anybody, except at the fucking Fellowship Camp. And when I'm there, I intend to fuck my brains out. I hear you're going to be there. And you're going to let me fuck you, aren't you."

"I suppose so, Bruce," I stammered. "Sure. I want you to."

"And I'm going to fuck that young guy you're bringing with you."

"Well, we'll see about that, Bruce."

Bruce pushed his hand down inside my belt and ran is across my upper thigh. "I liked it, Roger, when you ran your tongue over my legs. It felt so good. I want to do that to your whole body. I remember going crazy for your body when you were here getting confirmed."

"I'd like that, Bruce. I've got to go now."

As Bruce let go of me, Father John appeared.

"Please, Brother Thompson, would you bring the young man by the office before you leave for camp? I'd like to meet him and give him a few words of welcome."

After I got in my car, I sat for a few minutes, thinking. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I wanted Bruce's beautiful body more than I had ever wanted anything. My cock was hard and I could feel my wet underwear on my skin.

I thumbed through the Fantasy Manual, looking mainly at the photographs.

I'd seen a number of porno magazines and videos, but nothing that approached the depravity of these pictures. I recognized most of the subjects as the priests I'd seen at the altar. Even Father John was pictured, as well as the Bishop. And there was Bruce's gorgeous body with two cocks up his ass and two in his mouth and his own cock up another priest's ass—all in the same photograph! Every imaginable form of sexual depravity was shown, including gang fucks, piss and scat, and a few with animals. Even though I was appalled by the piss and scat and the animals, my hard cock throbbed violently at the sight of the other pictures. Before starting the car, I could do nothing but jack off right there. I lowered my pants to my ankles. I was so hot, I didn't care as I shot my load all over the steering wheel and dash panel, with some splattering on my leg.

That evening, I told Ricky that we'd be going to the church Fellowship Camp for two weeks where he could be confirmed in the church. He was elated.

"Father John wants me to bring you by so he can meet you before we go. Then I have to give you some instruction on how to, you know, masturbate."

"I already know how to masturbate, Dad."

"But there are some special techniques in this manual we have to learn."

I had a small amount of trepidation at the thought that I would have to get into a sexual situation with my son. It wouldn't be just masturbation. There would need to be learning the technique of sucking each other's cock. We certainly had seen each other naked from time to time around the house. We'd even seen each other with hard-ons occasionally. But there'd never been anything sexual about it. The ice was broken as well when I had talked to him about sexual matters during the 'Birds and the Bees' talk. But we'd never seen each other masturbate, much less suck each other's cock and swallow our sperm. I hoped against hope that Ricky would not be unduly embarrassed.

When Ricky and I arrived at Father John's office, Ricky could hardly take his eyes off the huge sculpted set of balls and cock on the wall behind the desk.

Father John said, "That is the holy symbol of our church, young man. It represents the precious rod and jewels you have tucked right there." He reached over and patted Ricky's quite adequate mid-teen bulge. It is the most precious thing you own. It must be used well and worshipped in service to our Lord."

Father John went on to explain the tenets of the church and about the ceremonies of confirmation. Ricky's bulge had increased to full size.

"Undo your pants and let them fall to your ankles, my boy."

Ricky quickly did as he was told and stood there with his raging boner sticking straight out. I thought to myself this boy is going to throw himself wholehearted into this church.

Father John knelt before Ricky and made some mystical-looking signs with his hands. He gently took Ricky's balls in his hand and kissed the head of his penis, licking up several drops of pre-cum. As he did so, he ran his hands over Ricky's smooth and shapely legs.

"Blessed are these sweet tender balls and this lovely shaft that will deliver the holy sperm." Now standing, Father John said, "I want to give you a gift."

He unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor. I could see Ricky's eyes bugging out as he stared at this man's nine-inch member, hard and rigid and bobbing up and down. Father John took hold of his own penis and began to stroke it. Faster and faster he went.

"Now, Ricky, hold out your hand for the gift I am going to bestow upon you." Within seconds his face began to contort and he threw his head back. "Fuck! Fuck!" he shouted as several powerful streams of cum shot into Ricky's open palm.

Still out of breath, Father John gasped, "This is a sample of the treasure I give you. You must taste it now and feel the power of God spread through your limbs."

Ricky eagerly brought his hand to his mouth and lapped the thick hot cream that he was given. I was overwhelmed at the eagerness that my son exhibited. I watched as Father John, still with his pants around his ankles shuffled back around his desk and collapsed in his chair.

"Now Ricky," he said. "When your father first came here, I gave him the same gift, and he took it into his body just as you have."

Ricky looked at me and said, "You ate his cum, too?"

"Yes," I said.

"Cool!"

"I assume, Father John," I said, "that at the Fellowship Camp we do the same things that we do in the church on Sundays."

"Oh, no," he said. "At camp we're there to fully enjoy ourselves. We don't stand on ceremony. We celebrate the glory of sperm in every possible way. If we wish to put our sperm into another man's body, we don't have to do it only through the mouth, as we do in church."

"You mean we can do it … up the ass?" I asked. "You mean you allow … fucking?"

"Oh, Brother Thompson, I don't like to put it so crudely. But you and your son will be free to do anything you wish for the glory of God. If you and your son want to fuck each other, as you put it, or anyone else, you'll be free to engage in anything that produces the blessed sperm. As I say, we do not stand on ceremony during Fellowship Camp."

I remembered Father Bruce's announcement that he would fuck me at camp.

"I should tell you," Father John said, "that we do have some games and competitions that are great fun."

"Of a sexual nature, I presume?" I asked.

"Of course."

When we returned home, we went to Ricky's room.

"Dad, this is gonna be great. I'm gonna like going to this church. But you and Father John talked about fucking. Eric didn't mention anything like that. Eric and I've jacked off together, but I don't know anything about fucking."

"Well, son, I suppose you'll find out at the Fellowship Camp next week. I'll try my best to prepare you for that." I opened the manual that told about jacking off and sucking techniques. "Right now, son, I think we'd better start learning some of these techniques."

When Ricky saw me taking off my clothes, he looked delighted and stripped down to nothing before I could get my shirt unbuttoned. I'd seen him naked before, but now his body and his almost man-sized boner looked so sweet, I could hardly wait to begin.

Ricky grabbed his cell phone and said, "I'm gonna call Eric to tell him we're going and to see if he'll be at camp, too. We're gonna have a hot time there, Dad."

I sat naked on the foot of the bed. Ricky faced away from me as he sat on the side of the bed and talked on the phone. I looked at his hard, smoothe, round ass cheeks and, as my cock stiffened, it came home to me that it would not be long before I would have my face and my tongue and my fingers and my cock in between those luscious, lickable, edible buns.  Oh, yes … and my nose.  Ahhh … the delectable scent of a musky, teenaged boy.

To be continued...

Posted: 03/05/10