The Church of the Holy Seed by Tom Borden

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

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Chapter 6

Another great orgasm. They were always the best with Ricky. I don't know what it is. He has a way of manipulating the rim of his asshole, as though it were his lips and tongue. I don't even have to move my cock in and out. I can hold still, and I can feel his asshole moving, massaging my dick like it was his lips. As he grows up, he's going to make a lot of horny guys awfully happy.

I always have good orgasms, no matter with whom I'm having a sexual romp. But the reason they're special with Ricky is the deep love I have for him—a feeling I have for no one else. Maybe that doesn't matter to most guys. But I'm a romantic at heart, and the honest love Ricky and I share makes all the difference.

Just as I pulled my sloppy cock out of Ricky's boy cunt, my cell phone rang. It was Rod Rivers.

"Hi, Roger. Rod here. You sound a little out of breath."

"Ricky and I just had a good fuck. What's up?"

"You know Jesse's going to have his confirmation at the church in a couple of weeks, and we're not sure what to expect. We were wondering if you could give us a heads up on it—no pun intended—and tell us what's going to happen, and what will be expected of us."

"Sure, Rod. Do you want to come over to the house? We'll be glad to give you a run-down."

"I hope your wife won't mind our coming over."

"Shit, Rod. My wife's so empty-headed, she never knows what's going on. Whenever Ricky and I are locked away together, she just thinks it's guy stuff and doesn't pay any attention."

"We'll be right over."

When Rod and Jesse arrived, I brought them into Ricky's room and closed the door. Rickey and Jesse kissed and felt each other's bulges.

"Since Ricky and I aren't dressed," I said, "feel free to get rid of those clothes. There are hangers there in the closet."

I couldn't wait for formalities. When we were all good and naked, I took Rod in my arms and ran my tongue down his tan chest and stomach and gave his cock a quick lick with my tongue. I didn't want to suck him to orgasm. I was sure that would come later.

"Will we do some fucking during the ceremony?" Rod asked.

"I'm afraid not," I said. "Father John insists that only jerking off and sucking are allowed on the altar. The fucking was permitted only at Fellowship Camp."

"Aw, shit. I was hoping I could fuck my little guy here on the altar, or maybe some of the priests during the ceremony. That Father Bruce has a really hot body. Besides, I get really hot when I'm fucking a guy in front of an audience."

"Tell me, Rod. Do you truly believe we must worship sperm in order to curry God's favor? Do you believe that you feel the presence of God when you take sperm into your body?

"Of course," answered Rod as he fondled his balls. "I can feel God's Love.

That's the purpose of all this."

I had the feeling that Rod Rivers was in need of understanding himself. I can hardly stand seeing smart guys being so deluded.

"If that were the case, Rod, you and Jesse could just jack off each other and scoop up each other's cum and eat it. But I seem to have the impression you're awfully interested in fucking and getting fucked, and sucking and getting sucked. On top of that, you seem pretty wild for guys' bodies. I've seen you kissing and caressing their bodies, specifically Father Bruce's hot body. Isn't that true?"

"Well, yeah. But …I guess you're right."

"Rod, face it. This church is all about hot sex. The sperm thing is just a scam. I got Father John to admit it to me. He doesn't want me to spread that word around, but I'm telling you, anyway. You don't have to believe anything, Rod. Just enjoy.

Why are you telling me?" Rod asked.

"To be truthful, I like you a lot, and I hate to see you fooled this way. It isn't just the great fucking and sucking you and I did last week; it's your face, your body. Such a beautiful shape, and so tanned. Just looking at your body, as I'm doing now, makes my heart race."

Rod was sitting on the bed. I walked over and sat next to him, our thighs pressed together. "It's the soft curve of the muscles on your arms." I ran my hand from his shoulder to his wrist.

Then I slipped off the bed and sat on the floor at his feet. I took hold of his the beautiful calf of his leg and ran my tongue over the soft hair that covered it. Rising to my knees, I ran my tongue over his inner thighs and up over his balls and along the underside of his engorged penis.

"It's every inch of your skin that excites me, my dear sweet man. It's not only your sperm that I like, I love the smell and taste of your young firm skin. That's why I belong to this church. So I can have all the pleasures of a beautiful body like yours. And the gut-wrenching orgasms I have with you come because of that—not because I'm looking for God's blessing.

Rod slipped off the bed and down on the floor with me. He held my head in his hands and kissed me. We both fell back on the floor and madly kissed and caressed and licked each other's bodies.

We lay still for a moment, and Rod looked into my face, smiling. "You're pretty smart, Roger Thompson. You're right. This is what I want."

While Rod and I were rolling around on the floor, Ricky and Jesse lay on the bed on their stomachs with their heads hanging over the side watching us. Every now and then, they reached down and tickled our asses with their fingers and giggled.

Rod and I got up and sat on the bed on either side of the two boys, who remained on their stomachs. Jesse was next to me, and Ricky was next to Rod. Rod and I looked down at their firm ass cheeks. Neither of us could resist. I gently spread Jesse's cheeks apart and lowered my face between them. His little puckered hole was so pink and sweet on my tongue. He raised his ass higher, as though to invite my tongue to enter. I could feel the rim of his hole pushing outward as though he were beckoning me to come in. My tongue slipped in easily. He began to pump his hips upward. I thought, 'This boy doesn't need any instruction. He's a natural.'

Rod's face was also buried in Ricky's ass. He pulled up slightly and said, "Umm. I taste your dad's cum. 'Daddy' must have already given you a good fucking before we came. I love it."

When we both eventually sat up, I said, "You wanted to know about what to expect during the Confirmation ceremony. I think Jesse's pretty well prepared for it already. He will have to masturbate his cock and shoot his cum into the mouth of one of the priests. He'll also have to suck off several priests and swallow a good deal of sperm before the ceremony is over. From what I saw of Jesse's activity in Father John's office, I've no doubt he's ready. Some boys can shoot a load twice during the ceremony, and for that they get a double commendation from the priests. More sacred cocks in their mouths and more sperm down their throats."

"It sounds great. Do the fathers participate."

"Yes, I think there's a moment when the fathers are asked to get into the act. Right now, Rod, before you called, Ricky and I were about to get him prepared to take two hard cocks up his ass. You remember Bert Simmons and his son, Eric, don't you?

"Sure," Rod said. "He and his son and I fucked so hard one night in the shower, we both collapsed on the floor and didn't wake up till morning to find ourselves lying in several inches of soapy water. Those two guys have a couple of the greatest tasting cocks."

I took two pillows and wedged them under Ricky's lower back so his ass was high enough to work on. He put his hands under his knees and pulled his thighs up against his chest. From the bottle of oil, I filled his crack with it, as well as forcing some of it up into his rectum with my fingers. While Rod and Jesse watched, I slowly pushed one, two, and then three fingers into his asshole. I drew them in and out several times to help loosen his hole. It didn't take much doing. As usual, his asshole opened up nicely. I pulled out and curled four fingers tightly together and inserted them. This time the full length of my four fingers were inside of him. I gently fucked him with my fingers until I felt his hole accept them easily. I then added my thumb to the four fingers and slowly pushed them in, this time including the knuckles on my hand.

I added more oil, and moved my hand gently in and out of his hole. "Ricky, are you all right? Is it hurting?"

"No dad. It feels so good. Don't stop."

I continued to push until only half of the back of my hand was visible. I could now feel the soft, wet lining of his rectum. My fingers were much farther in than I could ever get my tongue. It was a feeling like no other. It was beyond description.

Very carefully, I eased my hand a little further up until it was in up to my wrist. A frenzy of sexual desire for Ricky swept over me when I realized I had my hand up inside of him, inside of his bowels. Ricky's hard penis was throbbing and a great amount of pre-cum was literally pouring from his pee-hole as my hand pressed against his prostate.

Then Ricky suddenly said, "Jesse, please sit on my face like I saw you do with my dad at the church. Please."

Jesse jumped up and lowered his cute little ass cheeks onto Ricky's face as I moved my hand very slightly with an in-and-out motion in Ricky's rectum. I was afraid to go any deeper with my hand beyond the wrist. I could hear Ricky moaning as he almost violently slurped his tongue around Jesse's crotch.

As I continued to move my hand inside of him, he let out a big fart, which passed over my hand and made it feel warm. I could smell it, and it excited me.

Jesse looked as though he was in heaven with Ricky's face in his ass, and he began to jack off his cock. When Rod Rivers saw that, he rolled close and took his son's penis in his mouth and sucked it furiously.

I turned to Rod and said, "When Jesse's about to cum, pull off and let him get into position to shoot his hot sperm onto Ricky's face. He loves that."

Jesse nodded his agreement. When he very quickly felt himself cumming, he pulled out of his dad's mouth and rose up. Now on his knees, he pointed his burning hot rod down at Ricky's face. I watched Jesse's face contort as his orgasm swept over him. Stream after stream of thick white cum splattered all over Ricky's face, and lay there like globs of heavy pudding. It was in his eyes, his hair, his mouth, with some of it slowly sliding like white lava into his ear. Ricky slashed his tongue around his lips to get all he could.

Ricky's asshole no longer felt like an iron grip around my wrist. His asshole had obviously relaxed completely. While I was slowly pulling my hand out, another loud fart came out. As I was extracting my hand, Rod quickly leaned over and cleaned Ricky's entire face with his tongue.

On the day before our scheduled departure to the cabin where we would once again meet with Bert and Eric Simmons, I got a call from young Father Timothy.

"Oh, Brother Thompson, as you know I've been invited to spend a couple of days at the cabin with you and Brother Simmons and his son. I've been invited to provide a little … you know … spiritual guidance. I hate to impose on you, but could you let me ride with you. I don't drive, you see, and I can't seem to reach Brother Simmons."

"Of course, Father Timothy. We'll be leaving tomorrow about ten. I'll pick you up at the church."

"Splendid.

"I suppose you'll be prepared to help us feel the Grace of God in our bodies when we need it?

"Of course. Worshipping the holy seed is what we're all about, Brother Thompson."

When we arrived at the church, we found Brother Timothy waiting on the step. I was stunned to see him dressed in a black suit with a white clerical collar. He looked like a Catholic priest. I didn't know his age, exactly, but I'm sure at that time he couldn't have been more that twenty-nine or thirty. He was a stunningly handsome man, especially in the well fitting suit that showed off his wide shoulders and narrow hips. He had light brown wavy hair and killer dimples in both cheeks. Aside from his enormous ball sack, he had a slim, well-proportioned body that anyone would die for. The only problem with him, from my point of view, was that he was a bit pompous for his age, and acted entirely too self-righteous.

After he settled himself in the backseat, I said, "I didn't realize that the priests in this church wore clerical collars."

"Well, we don't, normally. But when I'm out and about, there's no telling what young fellow I might encounter who looks like he needs a blessing from God. For some reason, there are some young men who are more willing and eager to take my blessing if I'm wearing my collar."

"That's because a lot of guys find the whole idea of having sex with a Catholic priest exciting. It brings more young men into your grasp that way."

"Please, Brother Thompson," Father Timothy said. "What are you inferring?"

"I'm not inferring anything. I'm stating a fact. You use that fake clerical collar to lure guys into having sex with you. You could get into a lot of trouble impersonating a Catholic priest."

"Well I … That is…"

"That's all right. Didn't mean to get your balls in a knot. We're all happy to play your game."

Ricky spoke up. "I remember you at Fellowship Camp, Father Timothy. You're the one who has that great bag of balls between you legs. They hang down half-way to your knees. Maybe you don't remember me. You sat on my face once and dragged that great sack of balls across my face several times. That was really cool."

Father Timothy smiled. "I'll have you know that my penis and scrotum were used as the artist's model for the great sculpture that hangs on the wall behind the altar."

"It's lovely," I said.

Ricky got up on his knees on the seat and reached back. He grabbed Father Timothy's crotch. "Please, Father Timothy, would you drag it out and let me see it again?"

"Must I?" he said as he undid his buckle and unzipped his fly. "Right here in the car?"

Father Timothy pushed his pants down to below his knees, revealing the soft curves of his muscled legs. He spread his legs wide and let his pendulous ball sack sprawl across the seat and hang slightly over the edge of it. When we were stopped at a light, I glanced around. At the sight of those gorgeous balls, my cock sprung to its full size, hard and straining to break out of my pants. His penis was long and fat, with bubbles of semen coming out of its tip.

"Wow," Ricky gasped.

"These balls … or rather, testicles … are full of God's precious seed," Father Timothy said with a look of pride on his face. "I intend to send the warmth of God's love surging through all of your bodies this week."

I reached back and fondled his balls briefly while we were stopped. "Tell me, Father Timothy, do you like to fuck or get your cock sucked?

"My, my, Brother Thompson. You are crude, aren't you?"

"Right. Now what do you like to do best? Which way gives you the best orgasm?"

"Brother Thompson, it's not about orgasms. It's about ingesting God's sacred seed."

"Sure. Now what do you like best? Fucking or getting sucked?"

Father Timothy pursed his lips. "Both equally, if you must know."

Ricky said, "Can I come back there and suck some of your holy sperm out of your balls right now?"

"Are you in need of a spiritual uplift."

"Oh, yeah. I'm feeling really low. I really need some of God's Love," Ricky catered to Father Timothy's mistaken dedication to the teachings of the Church of the Holy Seed..

"All right, young man. Climb over the seat and get started," the good 'Father' gloated.

As Ricky leapt over the seat, I had to stifle a laugh. What a fraud, I thought. But never mind. I knew I was going to get some of that holy cream myself, and give him a little of own, too.

When we arrived at the cabin, we walked to the door, but stopped when we heard a loud groan, more like a roar, from Bert Simmons, who was obviously in the middle of a great orgasm. Several minutes later, his naked son, Eric, opened the door. When we entered, he kissed both Ricky and me on the lips. He still had his father's cum in his mouth, which tasted good. There on the sofa lay his naked father, Bert, gasping for air as he came down from his orgasm.

Bert rose to a sitting position and welcomed us. "Wow," he said, "My son, the cocksucker. No one better."

Eric said, "I let them taste some of your cum, Dad."

"It was a lovely greeting, young man," I said.

Bert looked at Father Timothy. "I'm going to get each of us a beer. And you, my good Father Timothy, get out of those silly clothes. You don't have to use your clerical collar to seduce any of us here."

Father Timothy quickly stripped off his clothes. When he leaned over to pick up his shoes, Bert said, "Stay just like that. Don't move. Look at him from behind, you guys. Like a big old fucking bull. Those balls must be at least six or seven inches long. Swing your ass, Father, and make them swing back and forth. God, that's hot. Get the video cam, Eric."

Father Timothy was made to keep his jackknife position while Eric recorded that huge swinging pendulum in all its glory.

Bert brought out the beer. We sat around with our blazing hot dongs the center of attention and dominating the room's atmosphere. To get the conversation started, I asked Father Timothy what he thought of Father Bruce.

"He's a lovely man," Father Timothy said, as he put his hand under his balls and lifted them as though he were weighing a handful of rocks. "He's a deeply devout man who inspires me greatly with the milk of his loins. Every day, during our evening prayer meetings, he floods me with the warmth of God's love."

Ricky sat on the floor between Father Timothy's shapely outstretched legs licking lazily on his balls. He looked up into Timothy's face. "Does he flood your mouth or your ass?" Ricky asked.

"It is his choice. I have no preference. It's the warm sperm flowing into my body that counts."

"Have you ever tongue-fucked him," Eric asked.

"Oh, yes. Many times. I mean … it was at his request, of course. It meant nothing to me, but I was always willing to oblige because it helped him build up greater amounts of sperm to offer me."

I was getting antsy with all that hypocritical palaver coming out of Father Timothy's mouth. For such a young, beautiful man, he was becoming intolerably pompous. I tried to bring the subject around to what we were all there for.

I said, "Have you ever had two cocks at once up your ass, Father Timothy."

"No I haven't, but it sounds delightful. That is, because of the double amount of sperm involved. The more sperm, the greater amount of God's Love we can feel."

"I've had enough beer," I said. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm feeling fucking horny at the moment. Ricky, are you ready to take a good double blast of Daddy cum up your ass?"

As Ricky nodded his head eagerly, Father Timothy licked his lips. His eyes widened and his hard cock began to bob up and down. Little dribbles of pre-cum ran down the under side of his dick and onto his massive balls.

Bert got up and led us into the bedroom. As we entered, he said, "Now is that a fucking bed, or ain't it?"

The bed was actually two king-sized beds pushed together. We all threw ourselves helter-skelter onto it.

As Bert took his turn to fondle Father Timothy's humongous balls, he said, "You're about to witness this sweet boy, Ricky, getting double fucked up his ass. Are you ready, Ricky?"

"Sure. Dad fisted me last week, and I'm ready for four cocks up my ass if you can manage it."

"I think two's all we can get in position to do, you luscious hunk of a guy."

I lay stretched out on my back with my head toward the headboard. Bert lay down on his back with his head toward the foot of the bed. We scooted up closer to each other until our cocks were pressed together and standing straight up. I was surprised to see our hard-ons were exactly the same length.

Father Timothy's mouth was hanging open as he stared at our two monoliths, now welded together as one. Semen was bubbling out of both of our cocks. Ricky smeared it all around our dicks with his hand and then leaned over, taking them both in his mouth at once. He allowed a prodigious amount of his saliva to flow over them.

Ricky said, "I don't think I'm going to need any lubricant on my ass. I think it'll be easy."

Father Timothy managed to speak. "No lubricant? Those two large cocks up your ass with no lubricant. I'm afraid you must have lubricant. Would you allow me?"

I said, "Go ahead, Ricky. Let him lubricate it for you."

Father Timothy plunged his face into Ricky's ass crack. He moaned pitifully as he slashed his tongue all around and in Ricky's little pink hole. When he didn't stop, I finally said, "I think that's enough, Father."

Ricky stood above us straddling our hips with his legs. The sight of Ricky's crotch at that angle was blowing my mind. He spread his ass cheeks with his hands as he slowly lowered his hole closer and closer to our penises. I could now see his hole opening and closing rapidly, clenching and unclenching, like a pair of beautiful lips, crying out to be penetrated.

Father Timothy's head was lying close to our hips as he watched Ricky's blazing red hole slowly descending upon its target. I could see his hand going over the full length of my leg, and it felt so good and erotic.

Ricky halted just as I felt our penises touch his hole. Then slowly his hole sucked the heads of our cocks into his rectum. In a flash, the whole length of our gorged penises were inside of him. His ass rose and fell, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Father Timothy's hard, wet cock was now throbbing against my leg.

Eric came over on his knees close to us and slapped his hard penis against Ricky's face. Ricky turned his head and sucked in the full length of Eric's cock and began sucking it in and out at the same rhythm he was riding our cocks. I prayed that I wouldn't cum yet. I wanted it to last forever. Sweat poured off of Ricky's face with the exertion. As he rapidly bobbed his face on Eric's cock, some of his sweat flew onto my face. I licked madly around my lips, hoping to taste some of my son's salty sweat.

Eric started moaning loudly and suddenly pulled out of Ricky's mouth and shot huge volleys of hot white cum all over Ricky's face. That did it. I could feel the tingle of an approaching orgasm in my gut. It was now beyond my control. My penis began to throb violently, and I felt Bert's penis throbbing against mine. I knew we'd both cum into Ricky's ass at the same time. And then it exploded. Bert and I bucked our hips in unison at each surge of our hot cream into my son's belly. Our moans and groans sounded like a chorus of wolves baying at the moon.

Father Timothy was also growling, "Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!"

Bert and I lay there, totally spent. Eric collapsed onto the bed next to his dad, but Ricky remained completely impaled on our deflating penises, smiling sweetly down at me. Oh, God. How I loved my little boy. And how proud I was of him.

Then he pulled off of us. It made a slurping suction noise. Our limp penises flopped back onto our pubic hair. Ricky lay next to me and kissed me.

"I did it, Dad. Are you proud of me?"

"Of course, son. You're the best."

Father Timothy was stirring around on the bed in an obvious state of unsatisfied horniness. I could tell he was dying for action, now that the rest of us had ours. I thought for a moment and realized Ricky and Father Timothy were the only ones who had not shot their loads.

I whispered to Ricky. "Why don't you take care of Father Timothy. I think he needs a good fuck. You know, put a load of sperm into his gut and make him happy."

"Sure, Dad. Ever since I fucked him at camp, I've been wanting to get back into that gorgeous body of his."

Ricky rolled away and crawled over to Father Timothy who had a glazed look in his teary blue eyes. He kissed the priest on the lips and then ran his tongue down over his chest and stomach. He sucked off the man's pre-cum and ran his tongue over that massive ball sack. He then put his hands under Father Timothy's knees and raised his thighs up against his chest.

"How about a really good fuck, Father Timothy?"

Father Timothy smiled and said, "Oh, yes. A really good one, my handsome succulent … errr … I mean … supplicant."

The others of us gave forth chuckles at Father's little faux pas.

Ricky flooded Timothy's ass with his saliva and then plunged his hard cock into his asshole. Timothy groaned as he ran his hands over Ricky's arms.

As Ricky began to fuck faster and faster, Father Timothy seemed to go into a trance. "Fuck me hard, boy. Ram that mother-fucker into my man-pussy hard and fast! Fuck my brains out, boy! Fuck the shit out of me! Fuck, fuck, fuck, my dirty hole while I watch that gorgeous body of yours pump your hot, thick glop into me. Talk dirty to me. Come on, boy, talk dirty to me! I want to hear your filthy mouth!

Ricky had heard plenty of dirty language, but I'd never heard him say anything other than 'fuck.' Even at the priest's urging, Ricky said nothing. Father Timothy seemed to be satisfying himself with his own filthy mouth. With all of the man's apparent piousness, I hadn't expected him to talk that way.

"I think I'm cumming," Ricky shouted.

"Pull out and lay it on me," Father Timothy shouted. "Shoot that mother-fucking hot cum on my face!"

Ricky pulled out and scooted forward, letting stream after stream of his thick white glop—as the good priest called it—all over his beautiful face. I rolled over quickly and took his face in my hands and cleaned up every drop of my son's cum with my tongue. It made me hard all over again to feel the beautiful contours of his gorgeous face on my tongue.

It was then early evening, and we had all collapsed into sleep. I awoke, having to go to the bathroom about two in the morning. Ricky was asleep with his head pressed up into Father Timothy's crotch and his enormous ball sack lying on Ricky's cheek. Bert lay next to me with his arms tightly around my thigh and his lips pressed against the skin and hair of my leg. Eric had his head nestled in his dad's pubic hair and his dad's flaccid penis in his mouth. I tried not to wake them as I gently attempted to remove Bert's strong arms from my leg. It was not easy, and I had to pee very badly. I kept trying and was determined not to wake him. But I couldn't hold it, and a strong stream of piss started shooting from my cock, soaking Bert's arm and face. I lay there petrified, hoping he wouldn't wake up.

Bert opened his eyes. "Mmmm. I didn't know you were into water games, Roger."

"I'm not," I quickly said. "I just couldn't hold it any longer. You had your arms around my leg so tightly, I…"

"It's all right," Bert said as he sat up. "I like it. Got the sheet kind of wet, but I like it."

"Well, I don't, Bert. I'm not into that, and I'm sorry."

Bert put his wet face against mine. "Well, we'll see about that, my lovely man."

We all arose about mid-morning, and Father Timothy and I took our showers together. We kissed and caressed our bodies as we washed each other, and had a little ass play.

I said, "You got pretty wild last night when Ricky was fucking you. Do you remember all the things you said?

Father Timothy didn't answer.

"Can I call you 'Tim,' and drop the Father business?"

"Whatever," he said softly. "Do as you like."

"I have to tell you I saw the real Tim last night. You're a great looking guy, and you're hot. It's the sex, isn't it? Not the sperm."

Tim remained quiet.

"Why did you join that church and pretend to be a priest?"

"I don't know." Timothy was now fondling his balls idly.

"Yes, you do know."

We got out of the shower and dried each other off. Without our clothes, we walked silently out to the patio and sat naked together on a loveseat in the sun. The others were still in the bedroom.

Tim suddenly looked totally relaxed. No more pompous look on his face or in his voice. It was almost as though he'd been transformed into another person.

"Roger, I was raised by a man, my father, who taught me all I know about sex. He fucked me and sucked me endlessly, and I did the same to him from as far back in my childhood as I can remember. I loved every second of it, especially his dirty mouth. That made the sex all the better. But it all ended when he was sent to prison for raping a little seven-year-old boy, who later died of internal injuries. By then, I'd become hopelessly addicted to sex of every kind with men. I know everyone enjoys sex, but with me, there was no way I could live and breathe without it. It was like opium to me. At the same time, I felt ashamed over what my father did to that boy, and my mind was going crazy. It was unthinkable that I would ever mistreat a boy like that. I thought if I turned to religion, I could find some peace. When I happened upon the Church of the Holy Seed, I thought it was the answer to my prayers. All I had to do was to worship God through the giving and taking of sperm, while at the same time feeding my addiction to sex. I was sure that praising God in that way would cleanse me of the shame I felt for my father."

"Has it been cleansing?" I asked.

"Of course not. I knew very early the whole thing was a sham. It's nothing but a mockery of religion. And I'm a part of it. I've thought about it a lot. I loved my father deeply. It wasn't just the sex we had. It was also his abiding love for me; I felt his love every moment I was with him. And I realize now, this is where I've gone wrong. I searched for religion and for sex with this church. But what I have NOT found was someone to love, who would love me like my father did. Gratuitous sex in the guise of religion—that's what I found. Sex with older teens and adult men I don't know and will never see again. And after I've had sex with them, I often realized I didn't really want to know them."

I reached over and put my arms around Tim. I could feel myself crying inside. I thought about Ricky. Of course the church was a sham, but Ricky and I loved each other intensely. And I knew, even if there were no sex, we'd always love each other.

I felt a little choked up, but I managed to say, "Tim, you've got to leave that place. Find yourself another church if you like, but leave that place. And throw away that silly clerical collar. We all get kind of horny for sex with a real priest. But you're not one. You're a beautiful young man in so many ways. There are a thousand guys out there who are just waiting to find someone like you to love. You're a bright guy, and with your smashing good looks and your introspective ways, you'll find someone to love. Just get away from Father John and his stupid church.

Tim wiped away the tears from under his eyes with his fingers. "I'm a little embarrassed, Roger, confessing all this stuff to you. I'm sorry."

I kissed his cheek and tasted the saltiness of his tears. "You made a mistake; that's all," I said. "You're young. You can turn things around. I have some really nice friends who are respectable and well adjusted. I'll introduce you to some of them. I think they'd like you. I'm sure they'd like you. Although they're all highly sexually charged, like you, I know for a fact, some of them are also looking for someone to love. Someone with whom they can have a lifetime of love."

"A lifetime of love. With one man. That's what I really want."

"I know there are a lot of guys who have penis fetishes or cum fetishes or asshole fetishes. They like a good fuck, and that's all they want. But there are many who want more. As for me, I love all forms of sex, but there are some things that go beyond sex and melt my heart."

I put my hand on Tim's thigh—like the silky smooth feel of the hair on your muscled leg." I moved my hand to his cheek. "Or touching the soft skin of your cheek … and kissing your beautiful dimples when you smile. The kindness and longing I see so often in your eyes. Your soft voice, the gentle touch of your hand on my body, and the strength of your arms around me as we hug. Those are the things I can so easily fall in love with. Hard sex that ultimately comes is only the consummation of that love.

"I know," Tim said. "I've felt all those things sometimes with other men, but they've never felt that way about me."

"You don't know that, Tim. You haven't given them a chance. There are others out there who love those things as much as you and I do. You need to give it a chance. The Church of the Holy Seed is a perverse place where sex is performed only for its own sake. That's fine in the short run. But in the end, especially as we grow older, and find ourselves alone; we all crave to be loved."

Timothy smiled and took my head between his hands and kissed me gently, almost as though he loved me.

I stood up and took his hand. "Let's go on in. I smell eggs and bacon frying."

In the kitchen, we found Bert leaning against the stove while his son, Eric, was bent over, busily sucking his dad's cock. Ricky was on the floor having some tongue play in Eric's ass crack.

"At it so early?" I asked.

Bert looked up. "Eric and I need our morning dose of hot sperm, Roger. We knew you must have been doing the same out there on the patio."

"As a matter of fact, we weren't doing that, Bert. After breakfast, I'm going to drive Father Timothy back to town."

"Why?"

"I … I believe he's not feeling well."

Tim nodded his head in agreement.

"And I think Ricky and I'll go home, too," I said.

"But the week's just begun. We'd planned to have a week of real cum-letting. Don't you remember?"

"Yes, but … I've just remembered some appointments I have scheduled."

Bert pulled his cock out of Eric's mouth and sat down. "Well, I can't really say I'm not pissed off about this. I was going to talk with you about what we agreed to at the camp."

"What was that," I asked in all innocence.

"See? You don't even remember," Bert said. "Eric and I talked with you about the four of us leaving town for good and going off to an island somewhere so just the four of us could fuck and play around with each other for the rest of our lives without anybody bothering us. Don't you remember that? I love you, Roger. I told you that. And Eric and Ricky said they love each other, too."

"I remember. But that will never work, Bert. Actually I don't remember agreeing to anything. For one thing, I'd be a fool to give up everything I have. And for another, I already have someone I love. It's Ricky here. He and I love each other more than I could ever love anyone else. All the fucking and sucking we've done with you two have been great. But the four of us going off together is, frankly, a dumb idea."

We ate out breakfast in virtual silence. As Tim, Ricky and I drove away, I felt rather badly over disappointing Bert and Eric. But my earlier conversation with Tim had somehow changed my mood completely. In a way, Bert and Eric no longer mattered to me. It was Tim … poor Father Timothy … who concerned me now. Under all that priestly fakery, he was a dear man. A man anyone could love.

I pulled into a deserted rest stop and turned off the engine. I looked into Tim's eyes. It wasn't his cock or his pendulous balls. It was his ravishing dimples, the soft curve of his chin. It was his long eyelashes that shaded his dark eyes. His trust in me and his willingness to confide in me with his darkest, most deeply held secrets, and his longing for someone to love him. I could, at that moment, fall deeply in love with him myself. Ricky had pushed forward from the backseat and had his head between Tim and me. I could tell he knew what was going on in my mind.

"Dad," Ricky said quietly. "Do you think we could stop at a motel somewhere before we get home? Just for a little while? I'm not sure I want to go home right now." Then putting his hand on Tim's shoulder, Ricky said, "Would you like to do that, too?"

Tim said nothing, but smiled and nodded his head.

I started the engine, and we were off.

To be continued...

Posted: 04/02/10