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

© 2010 by the author

Edit & Revised by: Gerry Young
 

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Chapter 5

The two weeks of so-called father and son bonding at Fellowship Camp finally came to an end. I say finally because I have to be honest. I'm not sure whether or not there can actually be too much of a good thing, as the maxim goes, but I declare I couldn't take much more of the constant, never-ending orgasmic delights that were offered. Of course I loved it, bonding sexually, not only with my son, Ricky, but also with all the other fathers' sons—and their fathers. I ingested so much boy cum and father cum, both down my throat and up my ass, that I was beginning to get diarrhea. The worst of that was that Father Bruce insisted he loved fucking a wet shitty hole. This turned me off big-time, even though he was arguably the best cocksucker I've ever known. Ricky agreed with me on that point.

Even a full week after we left the camp, my asshole was still burning. Ricky and I inspected each other's assholes, and they were pretty red and swollen. I was turned on by the sight of Ricky's asshole. The rim of it was pushed out and quivering as though it were still pleading for a cock to enter it. That boy sure did take a liking to getting butt-fucked. The bigger the cock, the better. That's my boy!

On the Saturday following our return home, Ricky and I paid a visit to Father John at the church. I wanted to put Ricky's name on the list of boys to be confirmed in the church during the next confirmation ceremony. We had to wait a few minutes in the ante-room since we were told Father John was busy in his office "counseling" a new parishioner. We soon heard someone screaming, "Oh, God, Oh, sweet Jesus!" coming from inside.

The clerk at the desk looked up and said, "Father John does have a miraculous way of making believers out of non-believers."

At that moment, I noticed a stirring under the clerk's desk. The clerk looked down and said, "Suck it harder, sweetheart."

Just as the clerk threw his head back and growled, a hunky but disheveled teenager burst out of the office with his shirt unbuttoned and his pants unzipped. He looked crazed and stumbled out the front door. Father John, likewise at that moment, dressed in his clerical robe, stepped out and extended his hand.

"So glad to see you, Roger. And you, too, Ricky. Please come in and have a seat."

The office smelled of sex. The air was moist and heavy. Draped over the back of my chair was a wet towel, reeking of the odor of fresh cum. Father John took the towel and pressed it to his face.

"Mmmm. Lovely," he murmured. "That young man who just left, came by because he felt the Grace of God slipping away from him. He came to me on his knees, begging me to infuse him with some of my holy sperm. I will never turn away from a brother in need."

"How did he take it?" I asked. "Did he suck your cock or take it up his ass."

"Please, Roger. This is a holy place. How many times have I told you that street language has no place in this sanctuary?"

I leaned back in my chair. I'd had about enough of this man's pious utterings.

"Come on, Father John. Come clean. Let's not pretend anymore. You like to suck cock, and you like to fuck. Right? That's what this so-called church is all about, isn't it?"

"I'm shocked that you would say such a thing." Father John lifted his chin and looked down his nose at me. "You're blasphemous."

"Okay, John," I said. "Let's drop the charade. For two weeks out there you were licking and sucking on assholes, running your tongue over those boys' pretty little bodies. That didn't have anything to do with sperm. More than once when I saw a cute guy fucking you, you were screaming, "Fuck me hard! Ram that mother-fucker deep!"

Ricky spoke up. "Yeah, when you were kissing me, you had your tongue down my throat so deep I almost gagged."

Father John picked up his paper weight shaped like an oversized cock and balls and kissed it several times. He spoke quietly and calmly.

"Have you spoken of this to anyone else?"

"No, of course not," I said. "But I think it couldn't help but be obvious to others."

"I would appreciate your not voicing your opinion to others in the congregation."

"It's not just my opinion, Father John. It's a fact, isn't it?"

Father John rose and faced the huge sculpture of a penis and a low-hanging ball sack on the wall behind his desk.

"I'm driven, Brother Thompson. Without sex in my life, I have no life. When I am being fucked, the world around me takes on a heavenly beauty. When I have a hard, blazing cock in my mouth, I hear Angels singing. A teen's hot, thick cum in my mouth is like ambrosia, the food of the Gods. When I feel his asshole clamping down on my hard cock, I go into an indescribable state of sexual frenzy."

Turning back to me, his eyes quivered like a madman. "All right. I'll tell you. I'm an addict. I need sex of every perverse kind to keep me alive. These teenaged boys and young men—the taste of their sweet bodies on my tongue—keep me from going mad."

"You are mad," I said.

Father John lowered himself slowly into his desk chair and looked into my eyes. "Can I trust you, Brother Thompson?"

"Of course," I said. "I won't unmask you. Have your fun, if you must. But if you ever harm any of these young men…"

"My business is not to hurt or abuse anyone. I don't think any boy who has had contact with me has ever had anything but a wonderful experience. Am I right, Ricky."

"You're a good fuck, Father John," Ricky said. "But you do still believe that sperm should be worshiped and that it is a gift from God, don't you?"

I knew Ricky believed all the crap about sperm that the old fraud was spouting out, and I saw no reason to disabuse him of that belief. I nodded to Father John to agree with Ricky.

Father John said, "I've taken much of your sperm into my body, Ricky, and it has made me glow with the Grace of God. And I hope all the sperm I put into your body has done the same."

"Oh, yes, Father John. It was wonderful."

He looked at me with a pleading expression in his eyes. "Now, Brother Thompson, I do hope we understand each other. And I trust we will keep our little secret strictly between us."

"Oh, yes, indeed. I don't intend ever to see an end to the enjoyment I've experienced as a member of your flock."

Just then, the clerk stepped in, his flaccid penis still dangling out of his fly. "Father John, there is a lovely man and his son here to see you. His name is Rod Rivers."

"Oh, how delightful. Show him in."

When Rivers stepped in, Father John took his hand in both of his. "Why, you're that sweet young Sheriff's deputy we got to know so well at camp. I shall never forget those lovely full lips of yours, covered with God's sperm. You are truly a child of God." Looking down at the boy, he said, "And who is this adorable young man?"

"This is my son, Jesse. I've been so eager to see you, Father John. Jesse and I want to join the church. I've decided I want to dedicate my life to worshipping the sperm that God gave us. I've talked with Jesse about it, and he wants to join, too. He turned fifteen years old three months ago, and I think he's ready to worship sperm with me."

Father John knelt down before Jesse and put his hands on the boy's cheeks. "Such soft, tender skin you have. Are you sure you want to join our church. Has your dad told you all about it?"

"Oh, yes," Jesse said with a wide smile. "He told me all about how we come into great favor with God when we give our sperm to others and also take sperm into our own bodies."

"At your age, may I suppose that you have produced sperm yourself, Jesse?"

Rod Rivers spoke up. "Oh, yes. He's been masturbating and producing a nice quantity for more than four years, now. After I returned from camp, I talked with him and we masturbated together. We've even tasted each other's sperm for the first time. He agrees that the wave of holiness that sweeps through our bodies is wonderful."

"That's lovely, Jesse," Father John said. "We'll welcome you to our confirmation ceremony next Sunday. Your father hasn't gone through the formal ceremony, but I'm going to consider him a member anyway since, while at camp, he was able to give his sperm to all our priests, who in turn, had all given him their sperm—many times over, as I personally recall."

I sat and looked at Rod Rivers and his boy. I remembered the wonderful times I had with Rivers when his beautiful cock was either up my ass or deep into my throat. His sperm was so sweet. The press of his beautiful warm skin against mine almost made me cry.

Ricky was never one to stand on ceremony and took Rivers' arm and ran his tongue over its soft hair. He pressed his hand against the Deputy's bulge. Rivers leaned over and kissed Ricky on the mouth.

"Now, Jesse," Father John said," there is just one small ceremony we must do here in the office before you leave. You see the large sculpted penis and scrotum on the wall behind me? They symbolize our worship of sperm. I need to see your penis and scrotum so I can bestow upon them my initial blessings. If you'll please take off your clothes."

"All of them?"

"Oh, yes. You must stand before me in the nakedness in which God created you."

Jesse removed all his clothes, revealing a sleek teenager's body of great beauty, with well-proportioned genitals.  But what struck me so was the absence of any body hair.  All of us in the room were agawk at the sight—particularly Father John.

"Ohhhhh," he groaned at the visage of loveliness as he reached out and let his trembling hands caress Jesse's chiseled shoulders and pecs.  "No body hair," he swooned and licked his quivering lips.

"I'm on the swim team at school, Father John. All of us on the team shave our bodies; we get faster times in the water this way.  Butterfly and the 800 meters are my specialties."

"I do declare," drooled Father John as he slowly gave his throat a single, erotic, downward massage.   

The sight was almost more than I could stand—the sight of young Jesse, I mean. Ricky and I looked at each other and smiled as we patted each other's bulges. We both knew we had to have this gorgeous bundle of sexiness.

Jesse had a good solid hard-on, and from it hung a long elastic string of pre-cum. With his right hand, he slowly stroked his lovely circumcised pre-adult cherry-picker.

"Oh, no, don't stroke it," Father John said. He let his robe slip off his shoulders and fall to the floor, revealing his own naked body, punctuated by his enormous hard purple cock. "Now stand with your legs apart as I perform the bless-ed, sacred ceremony."

I watched as Father John sank to his knees and licked off Jesse's pre-cum. He lifted the boy's penis and ran his tongue over his scrotal sack, taking each ball in his mouth. He then engulfed the full length of Jesse's smooth, straight penis into his throat. I could tell by the movement of the man's cheeks that he was rolling his tongue around and over the boy's luscious tool.

He pulled off and embraced Jesse into his arms. He guided that heavenly body over to the desk and laid him down on his back. He lifted the boy's legs up high and ran his tongue over the soft, yet tight, hairless muscles of his calves and thighs. Jesse's little puckered asshole peeked out to become visible. Father John lowered his face into the boy's crack and flicked his tongue over the pink hole.

The sight of this made Ricky pretty horny, and he very quickly unbuckled and unzipped Rivers' pants and let them fall to the floor around his ankles. The sight of Rivers' cock, which I had sucked a number of times, as well as having had it up my ass, made the blood rush to my head. I watched as Ricky madly sucked the Deputy's hard rod while running two of his fingers in and out of Rivers' asshole.

It was all too much for me, and I tore at my clothes to get them off. With hardly knowing what I was doing, I suddenly found myself stark naked. I knelt down behind Rivers and pulled Ricky's fingers out of his ass. I plunged my face between the two firm globes of his ass and jabbed my tongue through the snarl of ass hair and into the Deputy's rectum as far as it would go. I ran my hands over his tanned, shapely legs. The feel of the soft hair on his legs drove me wild. I tongue-fucked him as hard as I could while Ricky sucked the man's cock like a madman.

Several times, I was able to look out of the corner of my eye and saw Jesse's head turned as he watched his naked father standing there being sucked and tongue-fucked. As Father John continued sucking on the boy's asshole, Jesse took his own engorged penis in hand and stroked it furiously.

Soon, Rod Rivers started to growl like an animal as he shot his cum into Ricky's mouth. Sweat poured off his face onto Ricky's head. I had to pull my face away from his ass because he was bucking his hips so wildly as he came. Apparently his orgasm was so powerful, his knees collapsed and he went down on the floor, exhausted.

Father John was by then in a frenzy and had his huge cock pressed into Jesse's ass crack.

Ricky went over to Jesse and looked into his face. "Have you ever been fucked, Jesse?"

Rivers spoke up. "We haven't tried that yet.  No he hasn't."  He looked at Jesse for a brief moment, and said, "You haven't been fucked … have you, son?"

"No, Sir," came the soft but expectant answer.

Father John then said excitedly, "But that's part of the ceremony. He must take sperm into his body as the last thing in this ceremony.

I got up and said, "Father John, your cock's too big for the boy's first time. Why don't you let Ricky do it. His penis isn't as big as yours. Besides, as you know, most of the boys in the church have had plenty of experience and practice with their own fathers before the priests fuck them."

Rivers nodded his head in agreement as Father John backed away with resignation from the desk, precum streaming from the end of his penis.

I watched as my son got up on the desk and pushed Jesse's slender thighs against his chest. I felt a great pride in Ricky as he mounted Jesse like a real cocksman, their two sweet bodies pressed together. As he pushed his penis into Jesse's asshole, he leaned over and kissed Jesse on the lips. Jesse reached up and held Ricky's head there. I could tell they were slashing their tongues through each other's mouths.

I watched Ricky's cute ass cheeks rise and fall, and couldn't resist going over and running my tongue over them. They were so soft and firm. I watched Ricky's balls bounce against Jesse's ass.

Just then, the door was flung open, and Father Bruce swaggered in. He stood with his legs apart and his hands on his hips. "What the fuck's going on here?"

"Please be quiet," Father John said. "We're in the middle of a ceremony."

"Ceremony, my fucking ass. Who's the mother-fucker on the desk? I've never seen him before."

"He's Jesse Rivers, Deputy Rivers' son."

"Well, ain't he a sexy mother-fucker. He's getting filled up with some fucking holy sperm, huh?"

Father Bruce turned and saw me standing over the Deputy's collapsed body, holding my red hot cock in my hand. He smiled and walked over to me. He held me tightly around the waist and kissed me with an especially wet pair of lips and tongue.

"Well, if it isn't Roger, my special lover. That cock looks like it's in need of a good suck. I was just thinking how much in the mood I am to suck a little cock. You know me, Roger. I'm the best mother-fucking cocksucker you've ever had."

He gave me a little push and said, "Here, get your ass down on the carpet."

At that point, I was so sexually aroused and horny, I eagerly obeyed and lay flat on my back, my arms and legs splayed outward. My hard cock lay across my pubic hair, with the head almost touching my belly button. Oh, God, I was hot. If it were possible, I would have pleaded with him to suck me and fuck me at the same time.

He tore off his clothes and lay on his stomach between my legs. He ran his fingers lightly over the full length of my hairy legs, sending erotic shivers through my body. Then as he slowly sucked the entire length of my penis into his throat, he ran his hands over my stomach and chest. He pinched my nipples, sending waves of electric shocks through me. I ran my hands over his tanned, muscular arms, feeling the soft hair that covered them. He sucked hard, twisting his head in all directions and slashing the head of my penis with his tongue. It brought back memories of all those wonderful blow jobs he'd given me at camp. He was indeed the greatest cocksucker I'd ever known.

Father Bruce raised his head, pulling off my cock slightly and teasing the head with the tip of his tongue. His eyes turned up toward me. He said, "I love you, Roger. Let's leave this fucking church and go to a deserted Pacific island I know of. We'll fuck and suck all day and all night."

Father Bruce's suggestion brought back the memory of Bert Simmons and his son, Eric, at the camp. Bert had also professed his love for me and tried to convince me to leave everything and go away with him and our two sons. If I were to do it, I'd be hard pressed to decide between Bert and Father Bruce. They both were gorgeous men and highly sexually charged.

As Father Bruce went back to plunging my hard cock down his throat, I heard Ricky growling with all sorts of strange animal noises as he shot his hot cum into Jesse's asshole. Father John stood nearby, slowly stroking his cock and looking absolutely miserable after being cheated out of a good fuck with the young Neptunian god.

Rod Rivers was totally passed out, lying spread-eagle on the carpet next to me. Jesse walked over to him and brushed his father's hair out of his eyes.

"Dad was on patrol duty all night last night, and I think he's exhausted." Jesse lay his head on the man's muscle-ridged stomach and played with his penis head with the tip of his tongue.

At the sight of this, I felt the tell-tale twinges spreading through my body that signaled the approach of my orgasm. The slashing of Father Bruce's tongue brought me closer and closer. My leg and stomach muscles started to tighten. Suddenly, the muscles in my groin began to spasm as though they were in a steel vise. The head of my penis became almost unbearably sensitive as my thick cum surged up the shaft and into Father Bruce's mouth.

Father Bruce slithered away from my crotch and ran his cum-covered tongue over the hair on my legs. He rose to his feet and pulled on his jeans.

"That was so good, Roger. I'll need a little more of that spunk before long. Right now, I have a house call appointment I need to make."

"House call?" I asked.

"Yes. Today it's a young man, a member of our church, who is in need of a little spiritual uplifting."

When Father Bruce left, I stayed on my back and looked up at Father John. He looked so pathetic as he stroked slowly with one hand and fondled his balls with the other. He was not a bad looking man of fifty. A good solid body, with wide shoulders and narrow hips. His chest was covered with swirls of dark hair, punctuated with large nipples that resembled those of a woman nursing. The thin dark line of hair that ran from his navel into his pubic hair was quite exotic and inviting.

"You look sad," I said.

"I'm not sad. Just disappointed that I could not complete the ceremony as I wished. But I suppose you were right that my cock is too big for Jesse's virgin hole. But I really wanted to cock-fuck this sweet young beauty here."

Jesse lifted his head off of his father's stomach. "My dad said it's a great honor to receive your sperm, Father John. He said it's like the sperm of God, spreading his warmth though my body."

"That's nice, Jesse. Perhaps some other time."

I looked up at Father John, who looked so pitiful and frustrated. I said, "I'd be honored also to receive your sperm, Father John. That is, if you'd like to fuck me."

"Would I like to fuck you? My God, I'd like to fuck the shit out of you."

"Well, then, come on down," I said with a grin, "and give me a good fuck."

Father John swooped down upon me and, with his strong arms, grasped my legs under the knees, and pushed them hard against my chest.

Ever since Jesse had arrived, I'd wanted to taste him. I beckoned for him to get off his father's stomach and sit on my face while Father John fucked me. Jesse straddled my head and slowly lowered his sweet swimmer's ass onto my face. His crack was sweaty and warm, and I could smell and taste my own son's cum. As Father John plunged his enormous rod into my ass, I licked and slurped away at Jesse's asshole, hoping to suck out more of Ricky's cum.

Rod Rivers was still passed out on the carpet, looking absolutely like a bronze Greek god. His finely sculpted legs, arms, and torso were of unimaginable beauty. Ricky lay between his legs and sucked on the Deputy's soft penis and balls, licking also the soft, fleshy part of his upper inner thighs.

As Father John pumped his cock into me, Jesse started jacking off, his balls bouncing on my chin. Although I couldn't see, both Jesse and Father John seemed to be leaning toward each other. And when I heard slurping, I realized the old reprobate was sucking Jesse's hard penis while he was fucking me. It was only a matter of minutes before he blasted his load into my rectum. When I felt that, my own cock erupted. I heard Jesse moaning and knew that he'd also let go and filled Father John's mouth with his sweet cum.

When we had all eventually left Father John's office, Ricky and I drove home. He asked me to come with him to his room. He had something on his mind.

"Dad, do you really think Father John isn't what he says he is. Do you think the sex is more important to him than the worship of sperm?"

"What do you believe, Ricky?"

"I feel the warmth of God's Love when another man's sperm enters my body, just like he says I should. Don't you?"

"Well, Ricky, I have to admit I felt something heavenly descend upon me when I sucked some of your cum out of Jesse's fuckin' gorgeous asshole."

"So you know what I mean, Dad."

"Ricky, when it comes to religion, anyone can believe whatever they want, or he doesn't have to believe any of it. In my opinion, religion's a personal thing. I thought once that I should connect myself with a religion—with a church—and looked around. When I ran across the Church of the Holy Seed and the brand of religion Father John espoused, I was excited to be a part of it. But not long after joining, I realized I didn't believe any of that stuff—worshiping sperm and penises and balls for the glory of God.

"What I liked was just the excitement of all the sex that was involved, and to have you, my sweet son, do it with me. That doesn't mean that worshiping sperm has no religious meaning. It just doesn't have meaning for me. But if you believe, and it makes you feel good, Ricky, you should go for it. What is any kind of religion? People believe what they want to believe because it makes them feel good. The important thing, though, is to guard against being taken in by hucksters posing as men of God."

"Is that what you think Father John is?"

"Yes. He as much as admitted it. You heard him. He's a sex crazed addict who's found a gimmick.

Ricky logged on to his computer. "Dad, I want to show you some videos I found. Look at these."

I looked at the screen and saw a young naked guy squatting over two adult men who had their cocks pressed together. He lowered his ass onto them and took the full length of both of those huge hard penises into his asshole.

I could hardly believe it. "How is that possible, Ricky?  Nobody's asshole could swallow two man-sized cocks like that."

"The reason I'm showing this to you is that Mr. Simmons and his son, Eric—you know, the guys we met at camp—told me that Eric does that with his dad and another adult friend of his. Mr. Simmons said he was going to talk with you about me sometime taking both his and your cocks up my ass at the same time. I really want to try it."

The phone rang, and I hurried into my bedroom to answer it.

"Roger, it's Bert Simmons. Remember me and my hot son, Eric, from camp?

"I sure do. I was hoping to see you in the elevator again at the office."

"I've missed you, Roger. That beautiful muscular body of yours. Eric talks about all the great sperm you pumped into him. He feels renewed. We've got to get together again, Roger. I've rented a small cabin about fifty miles north of here on a lake. We'd like you and Ricky to join us up there next week.  How about it?"

"Well, Bert, I think we can do that. I've been thinking of taking off some more time."

"Great. While we're there, I want to try something really hot with you and Ricky."

I had the feeling it was the same thing Ricky had told me about. "What is it, Bert? We don't want anything too extreme."

"You'll find out."

"Can't you give me a hint?"

"Well, it has to do with two humongous hard cocks and an asshole. That's all I'm going to tell you."

"Come to think of it, Bert, I may have plans next week. I'll have to check my calendar."

Bert was silent for a moment. "Roger? I know I told you I've fallen in love with you. Remember?  I mean it. I think about you constantly. And Ricky is always in Eric's thoughts, too. It's very romantic up there in the woods by the lake. I need you, Roger. I dream of our bodies twined around each other, the taste of your skin and the smell of you when I have my face buried deep into your warm, moist crotch. I love you, Roger. You have to come with us. Please."

"All right, Bert. I've been thinking about you, too. My cock's hard as steel sitting here talking with you. We'll be there."

"Oh, and Roger. Father Timothy from the church said he could come up for a couple of days to make sure we are sufficiently blessed with his holy sperm. You remember Father Timothy, don't you? He's the one who has that luscious ball sack that hangs half-way to his knees. I went wild when he sat on my face several times and dragged those gorgeous balls across my face. Oh, God. I'm hard thinking about it."

When I hung up, I went back to Ricky's room and told him about our upcoming week with Bert and Eric, and about the probable double cock-fuck he may have to endure. He was ecstatic over the idea.

"Ricky," I said, "I've had a couple of hard cocks up my ass before, and it's not really comfortable. You won't have to do it if you don't want to."

"But I want to, Dad. I've had both Mr. Simmons' cock and your cock separately up my ass, and I loved it. I can imagine having both of them up there at the same time will be twice as good.

"Don't count on it, Ricky. But if we do it, we've got to prepare you for it. Your asshole has to be good and loose and relaxed. There's a way we can practice that. Have you ever heard of fisting?"

"Sure. That's when a guy puts his whole hand up another guy's ass."

"Well, Ricky, pull out the lubricant. I'm going to try to loosen up that asshole of yours. If I can get my hand all the way up there several times, I think you'll be ready for a couple of man-sized cocks. You know, Ricky, thinking about that puts me kind of in the mood to slip my own cock into that sweet asshole of yours right now."

Ricky laughed and quickly stripped out of his clothes. He got on the bed on all fours.

"Dad, fuck me doggy-fashion, will you? I've never tried it, but I saw one of the priests do that to Deputy Rivers at camp. It looked like fun."

I stripped down and got on my knees behind Ricky. What a hot view I had of him from that angle. I hadn't realized how long his ball sack was. It hung down between his thighs just like a big dog's balls. It was so erotic to watch them swaying so freely from side to side. I leaned over and licked his balls and sucked the whole ball sack into my mouth. God, what a sensation. Then I flooded his ass crack with saliva. Holding onto his hips, I felt his hole opening up as I slipped my hard cock all the way into it. I held it there for a moment and felt his hole clenching and clamping down hard on my penis, as though trying to suck it deeper into his body. I held on to his round ass cheeks as I pumped. I loved to hear my son moaning softly with pleasure. God, how lucky I am. Life is good.

To be continued...

Posted: 03/26/10