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

© 2010 by the author

Edit & Revised by: Gerry Young

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Chapter 3

As Ricky continued to talk with Eric on the phone, I watched him flexing his butt muscles.  The sight of his still-hairless, globular ass cheeks bobbing up and down sent the blood rushing to my head—both of them!  God!  I could hardly believe I was about to engage in some serious sexual activity with that boy.  He seemed so eager.  He showed no embarrassment at all.  But was it right?  Was what we were about to do right?  I wasn't forcing the boy.  If anything, he was forcing it on me.

"Eric," Ricky said, "I talked to Father John today and he said we can do some fucking at Camp.  You didn't tell me about that.  Do you know how to do that?"

After a few more minutes of conversation, Ricky signed off, put the phone on his desk, and his tumescent cock led the way as he walked toward me.  Then, with his left hand, he pushed me back onto the bed, climbed up, and straddled my hips and groin as he slowly began stroking his leaking, dripping boy-meat, which I couldn't help but notice was, even at his young fifteen years, somewhat bigger than my own.

Expecting him to continue his maneuver and thrust his lovely, lovely piece of tube-steak into my hot, dry mouth, I nearly laughed when he frantically began speaking, instead. "Dad, Eric said his dad has been teaching him how to fuck and get fucked so he'll be ready when they go to Camp.  I hope you'll show me how to do it. Will ya, huh?  Will ya?"

I reached up, put my arms around my son's neck, and pulled him down to my hairy chest.  I ran my hand over his naked back and buttocks.

"I didn't realize you'd grown up so fast, Ricky," I said.  "You have a light dusting of hair now on your legs, and your penis is even a little bigger than mine, I see, now that it's hard.  It's sort of difficult for me to believe you're now a sexual guy, even though you're fifteen.  You've just grown up so fast."

"Awww, Dad.  Ya know, there are guys bigger than me in the shower room at gym class."

"I'd sure like to see that,"  I let it slip, just above a whisper.  "But … uhhh … sure.  If we're going to participate in this church's activities, you'll have to know how to do it all."

"That's cool, Dad."  He squirmed his hips over my hardening six-plus inches of growing dick, and he wriggled his eyebrows at me.

I reached over and took the manual and flipped through the pages.  "It doesn't look like there's any special way to masturbate, shown in this manual, that differs from the way I do it.  I usually just fist it, like this.  How about you?"

I'd never seen Ricky jacking off his dick, and was curious.

He took hold of his hard boner with his whole hand and stroked it.  "This is the way I always do it.  It there another way?"

"There are lots of ways, I guess.  But I like that way best.  Now what you really need to learn is how to take another guy's sperm into your mouth and swallow it.  And to do that you have to have his penis in your mouth and stimulate it with your tongue and lips."

My God!  Here was the moment of truth.  I was actually going to show my boy how to suck cock!

"Lie down on your back, Ricky, and let me demonstrate."

Ricky's straight and smooth penis stood erect with little bubbles of pre-cum oozing out.  I lay between his legs and took it into my mouth.  I ran my lips all the way to the base.  The taste of it made my heart pound. I ran my tongue over the head and around the shaft as I pumped it faster and faster into my mouth.  Ricky began to moan.  I pulled off.

"Could you feel what I was doing with my lips and tongue?  You have to keep your lips pressed hard around the penis as you suck and work your tongue over it."

"Oh, Dad, that feels better than when I do it with my hand."

"Now, I want you to try it on me.  Be sure to work your tongue and lips just like I did."

I lay flat and watched my son lie between my legs and lower his mouth over my cock.  I thought my pounding heart would stop.  The feel of my son's lips and tongue on my raging cock sent me into a frenzy.  He attacked my penis as though he'd been sucking cock for years.  His tongue swirled around it, bringing me to the brink as I reached down and took hold of his head.

"Pull off, Ricky!  I'm about to cum.  You're a fast learner, son.  Now you need to experience taking sperm into your mouth and swallowing it.  Are you ready?"

"Yeah, Dad.  Let's go for it."

Ricky plunged my cock back into his mouth.  It was only a minute or two before I could feel the tingle in my gut that signaled my orgasm was about to rage through my body.  The muscle at the base of my penis began to clench like a vise as it forced my cum up my shaft into my son's mouth.  With every surge, I felt my cock head slapping against the roof of my son's mouth as he furiously sucked and swallowed my hot jism.

As my orgasm subsided, Ricky continued to suck and swirl his tongue around my penis.  My whole body went limp, but he held on, slurping every last drop.  When he finally pulled off, he looked at me, smiling, with drops of my cum running down his chin.

"That was great, Dad," he said.  "Your cock tasted so good, and your sperm is so sweet.  I never tasted sperm before.  Just like Eric said, I feel the Grace of God spreading through my body."

I was startled to hear Ricky say that.  He must really believe what that church preaches.  But I wouldn't disabuse him of it if that's what he wanted to believe.

The next day, I was surprised when Bert Simmons paid me a visit at my office.

"Roger," he said, "I know we've seen each other in the elevator from time to time and said hello, but I thought I'd come over and meet you formally.  I think we need to get acquainted.  Eric tells me you and your son will be attending the Fellowship Camp.  I was present at your confirmation ceremony, by the way.  I suppose I should have introduced myself then.  I have to say you performed splendidly."

I was glad to finally meet Bert Simmons, now that we would likely be in close quarters at the camp.  "I'm glad to meet you, too, Bert.  I've been working with Ricky to get him acquainted with the acts of jerking off and sucking.  He's doing remarkably well.  But I understand before going to camp, the boys will need to know about fucking and being fucked.  Ricky hasn't experienced that yet, and I'm a little unsure how I can best break him into that."

"Well, I've been working with Eric, also," Bert said, "especially on the fucking angle.  I'd be glad to get together with you and your son and show you the best way to break him into the art of fucking.  It's really a good way to get sperm into the body—just as good as through the mouth.  The important thing is to get it into a man's body so that he will feel the power of God pouring into every cell of his body."

From Bert's remarks, I knew there were indeed people in that church who had been brainwashed into believing all that shit.

"Well, Bert," I said, "I would certainly appreciate your helping me with this one."

"Good.  Why don't you and your son come to my house tonight, and I'll help you instruct your son in learning about fucking."

When Ricky and I arrived, Bert answered the door, standing there completely naked.  "Oh, please come in.  I want you to meet my wife, Mary."

Mary was sitting with her sewing in her lap.  "It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Thompson.  I'll leave you and your son with my husband.  I'll just go in the other room to finish my sewing."

When she left, Bert explained, "She fully understands about our religious belief and lets us be with it.  Let's go on upstairs to the bedroom where we can be comfortable."

When we arrived, we found Eric spread out naked on the bed.

Bert said, "Just before you came, Eric and I were practicing.  He filled my rectum with his blessed sperm, and I now feel energized with the spirit of God.  Please, both of you, take off your clothes and I'll hang them up."

When Ricky and I had stripped down, Ricky threw himself on the bed next to

Eric and ran his tongue around Eric's wilting penis.

"Hey, Eric," he said with a giggle, "Dad taught me how to suck a penis.  Isn't that great?"

"We might as well get right to it," Bert said, "Now, Ricky, lie on you back, and let's pull your legs all the way up so your thighs are against your chest.  Now, one must prepare when one is about to put one's penis into one's anus.  It must be lubricated.  We don't always have lubricants available, so the best way is to use saliva.  Like this."

Bert lay so his head was close to my son's asshole.  He pushed his face in between Ricky's ass cheeks and flooded his asshole with saliva.

"Now, it's important for the boy or man who has never been fucked before to have his asshole relaxed.  The best way is to insert the fingers and gently massage the sphincter muscle until it relaxes.  We want the asshole to be receptive, not fight against the insertion of the penis."

I watched as Bert spent several minutes inserting one, then two, and then three fingers into my son's asshole.  I could see Ricky's pucker clenching and unclenching.  But it soon relaxed and Bert's fingers easily went in and out.  He then filled the area with saliva again and got into position.

"I'm going to mount your son, now, Roger.  And I'd like you to watch how I ease my cock into his hole.  It must never be forced, especially on a first-timer."

I moved closer and watched as Bert's nine-incher pushed gently on my son's pink hole.  He held it there until Ricky's hole seemed to relax and open up, welcoming Bert's shaft.  The head popped in with only a slight grimace on Ricky's face.  Then as Ricky smiled broadly, Bert's tool completely disappeared into his rectum.  Bert slowly began to pump, then faster and faster.  Sweat dripped from his forehead onto my son's chest.

As Bert let out several guttural groans, he pounded his pelvis hard against my son's ass.  Bert had the most luscious ass cheeks.  It was all I could do to keep from going down and running my tongue over them.  Soon, it was over and Bert pulled out, with thick white cum oozing out of my son's asshole.

Ricky shouted, "Oh, wow!  Please do it again!"

Bert rolled over onto his back.  "No better orgasm have I ever felt.  My orgasm is God's thanks for sharing my sperm with this young man, filling him with God's Grace.  It's not possible for me to do it again, but you need to take your father's sperm now.  It is so important for every young man to be filled with his father's sperm."

I thought that Ricky had had enough for the moment and said, "Thank you, Bert, but I think we should wait until we get home to practice it again."

Just then, Eric pushed Ricky's legs up again and plunged his face into my son's ass.  He slurped up all his father's cum that was dripping out of Ricky's asshole.

When we returned home, Ricky insisted that I fuck him like Eric's father did.  So I did.  It was the most erotic and sensuous thing I had ever done—to fuck my own son.  It was beyond description.  The next night, Ricky practiced fucking me.  He learned his lesson well from Bert Simmons and, from the start, was a master at it.

Over the next week until we had to leave for camp, Ricky and I spent many hours fucking and sucking each other.  We also masturbated together as often as we could.  He still believed that it was all for the Glory of God.  He believed that God made sex enjoyable so that we would be forced to worship him in this way.  Of course, I believed we were given a sex drive and incredible orgasms so that we would procreate and keep the species alive.

We drove to the campsite with only one small suitcase between us.  There would be no need for a change of clothes since the required uniform was only our naked bodies.  We were met at the gate by a beautiful priest who welcomed us in all his glorious nakedness.

"Welcome, and praise the Lord," he said.  When we gave him our names, he checked his clipboard and said, "You'll be sleeping in tent Number fourteen.  The Mess Tent is located at the edge of the campsite.  Three meals a day will be served.  At three o'clock, everyone is asked to go to the large shelter over there—the one with the corrugated steel cover—for the opening ceremonies.

The tents, with their sides open to the air, each contained eight bunks.  When we arrived at our tent, we found two of our tent-mates already praising God by busily ingesting their sons' sperm.

As Ricky stared open-mouthed at them, I said, "I suppose one can never praise God too often."

At three o'clock, everyone was assembled at the shelter.  There must have been close to two hundred men and boys there.  With no chairs, most sat on the ground.  Father John stood on the platform with the nine beautiful priests behind him.  They wore no robes, but stood in all their naked glory.  My eyes feasted on Father Bruce and his especially gorgeous body.  He stood idly stroking his penis with his eyes scanning the audience.  He found me and, smiling, pointed his hard cock directly at me.  My own rigid cock felt as though it were going to explode.

Father John stepped forward, with his long ball sack swinging back and forth below his turgid tool.  He raised his arms with his palms out toward the congregated campers.

"Bless all of you, my children.  We are here to celebrate the great wonder of sperm that God has given us. Let it flow like a heavenly river.  Fill your bodies with one another's sweet nectar for the glory of God.

"I would like to call your attention to the collection cups located in your tents.  Please be generous.  Our priests will collect them each morning and drink the lovely fluid to renew their spirits.  I also want to remind you that Fellowship Camp is a time to enjoy yourselves without the constraints of our formal ceremonials.  Produce your sperm in any way you wish and ingest it in any way you wish, all in the name of God.  This is a time for fun and passion in which all fathers and sons will bond and feel the power of God in their loins.  You can spend the day in any way you wish.  But starting tomorrow, we'll have some fun games and competitions for our enjoyment."

When the opening ceremony was over, Father Bruce hurried down to where Ricky and I were sitting.

"Hi, Roger.  I'm glad you came."

Bruce pushed me over on my back and lay next to me, kissing me wildly.  Ricky sat there, looking rather stunned.

Pushing Bruce's head away slightly, I said, "Father Bruce, this is my son, Ricky."

Bruce reached over and tweaked one of Ricky's nipples.  "Hot little nipples for a guy your age."  He briefly leaned over and took the boy's cock in his mouth.  "Nice.  Have you had this boy's cock up your ass yet, Roger."

"As a matter of fact, I have," I said.

"Well, I'll have it up mine, too, before long."

Bruce got back on top of me and put his hands under my knees and held them

up.  "How about a good fuck, Roger?"

"Right here?  Now?" I said with some alarm in my voice.

"Of course," Bruce said.  "Why not here?  And why not now?"  I turned my head and looked around.  Many had left the shelter, but it looked as though half of them were still there, all beginning to engage in some form of sucking or fucking.

"Come on, man," Bruce said.  He looked over at Ricky.  "For the glory of God, eh, kid?"

"Sure," Ricky said, smiling.

As Bruce mounted me and pressed his hard cock on my hole, I saw Ricky reach over and run his hand over Bruce's round and firm ass cheeks and into his crack.  I knew then that Ricky was okay with this, and I pushed my asshole out, inviting Bruce's gorgeous cock to enter.  When he had the whole length of it inside of me, he stopped and shuddered a little.  I realized he was enjoying Ricky's attention, who was now running his tongue over Bruce's butt cheeks and burying his fingers in his crack.

"Fuck me, Ricky." Bruce said.  "Fuck me with those fingers of yours.  Oooo, that is so hot.  Keep 'em there."

Father Bruce started moving in and out, pounding me hard.  I closed my eyes.  God, how I had longed for Bruce to do this to me.  I opened my eyes and saw Ricky crouched behind Bruce doing his best to get his face between the priest's ass cheeks. 

Then another man and his son came up to us.  I could see the man kneel down and grab hold of Ricky's hips.  He pulled them up to his face and thrust his tongue into Ricky's crack.  Ricky rolled out of the man's hands and lay on his back next to me.

The man leaned over Ricky and braced himself with his arms.  "I saw you when you came in.  What's your name?"

"Ricky."

"I'm Carl.  And this is my son, Bobby.  Today's his fifteenth birthday.  You've got a nice little hole, Ricky.  I want to shoot some holy cream up there."

As I watched, Ricky raised his legs up against his chest, and seemed so willing.  Carl's cock looked awfully large, and I was afraid he was going to hurt my son.  But that hard rod slipped easily into my son's anus. Ricky took hold of Carl's arms and, I could see Ricky bucking his hips up against Carl's pelvis.

Suddenly, Bobby came over and stood, straddling his legs over my head.  I looked up and saw his crotch coming down until he was sitting lightly on my face.  The wonderful smell of his teenage crotch almost overcame me.  He started jacking his dick and, as he did, he moved his ass a little and dragged his long delicious ball sack over my face—over my eyes, my nose, and my lips.  I licked all around his crotch, including his balls and asshole.

Father Bruce continued to pound his engorged cock into me.  I couldn't see, but I heard Bobby telling Bruce to suck his cock while he fucked me.  Bruce was apparently able to get Bobby's cock in his mouth, and I could hear the mad slurping as he sucked it.

I could also hear Ricky moaning and murmuring "Fuck me.  Fuck me harder, mister."  My God, I was so hot.  I could feel Bruce's hard cock rubbing violently against my prostate.  I squeezed my hand under Bruce's hairy belly and felt my penis.  It was like a rock and throbbing.  I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm.

Carl, who was fucking my son, began to growl like an animal.  Bruce was now pounding my ass harder and harder, and faster and faster.  Bobby's ball sack was beginning to shrink, with his balls pulling up into his body.  He was pressing down harder on my face and my tongue slipped easily into his asshole.  Just then, I could feel both his asshole and the base of his penis begin to throb.  Bobby was coming and shooting his blessed sperm into Bruce's mouth.

At that moment, Bruce's cock throbbed violently inside of me and I felt his warm fluid shooting like a knife into me.  I heard Ricky still calling, "Fuck me," and then came a loud roar from Carl as he sent his creamy white cum into my son's rectum.

My orgasm took hold of me like a power wrench, and my cock felt as though it were going to explode as my cum surged up my shaft and sprayed out onto my Chest and neck.

Bobby slowly lifted his ass off my face.  Then I felt a splattering of something on my cheeks and mouth.  Looking up, I saw standing above me two men and two boys jacking off and showering their sperm down upon my face, my raised legs, and all over Bruce's back.

'Am I still on this earth?' I asked myself.  Or have I been somehow transported to Heaven.  Carl had gotten off of my son, and I saw that Ricky had started to lick up the great quantities of cum that covered me.  I took hold of his head and kissed him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth.  The cum in his mouth poured into mine, and we kissed each other wildly.

Bruce rolled off me and sat next to me, still out of breath.  "You're a great mother-fucker, Roger."  Running his hands over Ricky's legs and up into his crotch, he said, "And I'm gonna get my cock up your fuckin' sweet ass, too, pretty soon."

Bruce stood up and said, "I see Barry Cramer over there with his son.  I promised him a crack at my ass, and I can use a hot cock up my ass right now.  And his son's a certified cocksucker of the first rank.  See ya."

Carl and his son Bobby stayed and helped me to my feet.

"Wow," I said.  "I wish I had something to wipe all this cum off me.  Where are the showers."

"They're over there, Roger.  I'll walk with you," Carl said.  "I haven't seen you around.  Are you new to the church?"

"Yes, I've been confirmed, but Ricky hasn't, yet.  This is our first time at one of these Fellowship things."

"Bobby and I have been coming here to camp for the past four years.  We wouldn't miss it.  By the way, your son Ricky's a hot fuck; do you know that?"

"Yes, I do," I said, putting my arm around Ricky's shoulder.  "It didn'ttake him long to learn."

Carl turned to Ricky.  "How would you like to put that cock of yours up my ass or Bobby's ass?"

"Sure!  Just name the time and place, Sir," Ricky said.

We all smiled at his use of the title, 'Sir'.

The showers were full.  There were twelve showerheads, but there were three times as many men and boys in there, most engaged in mini-orgies on the floor with the water spraying over them.

I said, "I think we'll wait until later.  Come on, Ricky."

We stood at the door watching Carl and his son enter the shower and sort of disappear into the tangle of bodies.

When we walked into our tent, we found two young boys standing over their father and jacking off.  As we watched, they both shot their loads onto his face.  He licked his lips furiously trying to get as much in his mouth as possible.  He turned to me and smiled.

"I love these facials," he said.  "We're practicing for the competition tomorrow.  The boys have to shoot it directly into their father's mouth without getting any on his face.  The boy who does the best gets the prize. Over the past several years, my boys won the prize only once."

"And what was the prize," I asked.

"Getting fucked by the Bishop when he comes here during the second week.  He's got a cock on him like a horse.  The boys love it.  They say, compared to him, getting fucked by me is like getting fucked by a wet noodle."

After going over to our own bunks across the aisle, Ricky said, "I saw Bobby sitting on your face while you were getting fucked.  That looked so hot."

"You think you'd like me to sit on your face?" I asked.

"No; what I'd REALLY like is for ME to sit on YOUR face and feel YOUR tongue up MY butt."  He giggled with that same sweet juvenile giggle I'd heard his entire life;  it thrilled me to no end, causing 'Little Roger' to stand up and salute my son.

I lay flat on my bunk and said, "Okay, Ricky, come on."  I felt my cock hardening even more with the thought that I was going to have my face buried in my son's crotch.  He stood over me and slowly, teasingly, lowered himself.  His crotch was smelly and rank with sweat, and Carl's cum was still oozing from his asshole.  The taste of it made me so horny.  I tried to clean out my son's asshole, but it kept dripping Carl's warm cream.  I ran my tongue over every inch of his crotch and sucked on his ball sack.  Ricky started jacking off as I licked and sucked on his tight little gateway-portal to paradise.

Ricky said, "You and Father Bruce and Carl and Bobby all shot your loads back in the shelter.  Now it's my turn.  Feeling your tongue up my ass, Dad, is gonna make me cum real fast.  Then I'm gonna turn around and shoot it at your face.  Maybe if I can get it all in your mouth, I can do the same tomorrow, and I'll win the prize."

The man across the aisle, still with his face covered with thick cum, sat up and stared at us.  After a few minutes with my face in Ricky's ass, he pulled away from my face and stood up.  With a wild orgasmic growl, he shot his load on my face, but not a drop went into my mouth.

Disappointed, Ricky collapsed on my body and licked every drop from my face.

I held his head and kissed him, tasting the cum on his lips.  "Well, son, tomorrow's another day."

Soon, several other tent-mates with their sons came in and got busy loving one another's bodies in ways I'd never seen before.  But Ricky and I were worn out from the sex we'd had so far on the first day and fell sound asleep in each others arms.

To be continued...

Posted: 03/12/09