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

© 2010 by the author

Edit & Revised by: Gerry Young
 

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Chapter 7

Now that Father Timothy had dropped his priestly charade, I saw him in a completely different light. I became totally overcome with desire for him.  He was a sweet, dear young man, who seemed so confused and so tortured by his unrelenting cravings for love. My desire for him was completely apart from the deep love I had and will always have for my son, Ricky.

We pulled into the parking lot of a Ramada Inn. My body was literally shaking with desire for Tim. Before leaving the car, we watched a crowd of well-dressed people entering the motel. Among them was a young woman in a bridal gown and a man in a tuxedo.

At the desk, Tim took the initiative and asked for a room. He told the clerk that the Church of the Holy Seed should be charged.

I asked the clerk, "What's going on with all the people here today?"

"It's a wedding reception. The couple was just married at the Catholic Church in the next block."

She looked over the counter and said, "Do you have luggage?"

"Yes," I said. "It's in the car. We'll get it later."

"Are you sure you want only one room?" she asked. "There are three of you and it has only one king-sized bed."

"That's okay," I said. "We just needed a room for a business meeting."

As we turned to go, a young Catholic priest stepped up to us. "Excuse me, gentlemen. I'm Father Jurkins. I officiated at that couple's marriage ceremony and am just here to attend their reception. I couldn't help but overhear one of you mention The Church of the Holy Seed. Are you connected in some way with that establishment?"

I nodded. "Yes, we are, Father."

"Then you know what goes on in that place."

"Yes, we do."

"I must tell you that so-called church has a disgraceful reputation.  Masturbating on the altar is nothing short of blasphemy."

"Do you find something sinful about masturbating, Father Jurkins?" I asked.

"That's not the point."

"Do you masturbate, Father Jurkins?"

"Well … I…"

"We don't masturbate just for the orgasms, Father. It's the sperm we worship. The holy substance of life." I knew better than this, but wanted to see how far I could go in justifying the church's existence to this priest. "Surely you agree there is something very sacred about the ability that God has given us to produce sperm."

"Of course," Father Jurkins said. "It's a wonderful thing. But…"

"Perhaps you've never fully experienced the joy that this beautiful cream can bring a man. It's not only the orgasm, which is also given to us by God, but it is the taste and feel of it as it is ingested into our bodies.  Perhaps you've never felt the Grace of God sweeping through you as it enters your body."

"Well … no."

"I swear, Father, you would never be the same once you tried it. You are a devout Catholic, are you not?

"Of course."

Since you believe in the Grace of God, wouldn't you like to feel His presence in your body like you've never felt it before?"

Father Jurkins stood almost paralyzed, with his large brown eyes locked on mine, and a look of sheer excitement sweeping across his face.

I went on. "You've always craved total communion with God, far greater than any human being has ever experienced. Right?"

"Yes." Father Jurkins continued to bore his eyes into mine. His lips trembled and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

I reached out and took his hand in both of mine. "Please come with us. We will show you a religious experience like no other you have ever dreamed of."

Father Jurkins seemed as though he were in a trance as we led him into our room.

I stood with him in the middle of the room. Ricky and Tim sat on the edge of the bed, almost unbelieving that they were looking at a bona fine Catholic priest.

"Now Father," I said, "God brings us into this world with nothing on our bodies. To become one with God, we must once again stand before him in all our nakedness."

As I began removing my clothes, Ricky and Tim realized they should do the same.

"Go ahead, Father. Remove your earthly garments and bare yourself before God."

Still looking as though he were in a trance, Father Jurkins slowly removed all his priestly garments and let them drop to the floor. The sight of this naked priest and his overwhelmingly perfect physique produced stiff hard-ons on all of us. Father Jurkins' penis, however, remained semi-flaccid. I took it in my hand and raised my eyes to the ceiling as though I was praying.

"Oh, merciful God," I intoned, "harden this beautiful penis so that your son may produce the fluid of life in your most holy name."

Jurkins' penis quickly expanded to its full length in my hand.  My God.  What a beauty.  What length.  I easily put both my hands around it.

"Now, Father," I said, "can you deny it was the Spirit of God that gave such rigidity to your beautiful penis? Are you ready to receive the holy sperm from me? My sperm has been consecrated by God, and as it flows into your belly, you will feel the warmth of God's love surging through your veins."

"Yes, yes. I'm ready!"

"Kneel down, Father. On your knees. Open your mouth so you may receive."

I took hold of my raging cock and slowly pushed it into his mouth. "Run your lips over the full length of it, Father. Caress the sacred head of my penis with your tongue."

The priest did as I instructed. His lips were tight against my shaft and his tongue slashed at the head of it. I held his head and pumped my hips as he sucked. He held on to my ass cheeks with both hands and pulled my hips toward him.

The sight of my fucking the priest's mouth sent Ricky and Tim into a frenzy. They were spread out on the bed, with Ricky sucking Tim's cock like mad. Watching my son with a large cock in his mouth and having my cock in a Catholic priest's mouth began to send me over the edge. I felt my orgasm building.

I shouted, "My holy sperm is going to enter your body now, Father. Swallow all my blessed fluid and feel God's Love."

Jurkins then took the full length of my hard penis into his mouth, and I could feel it throbbing at the back of his throat as my sperm surged into it. When my orgasm subsided, he continued stroking my penis with his lips.  Soon, he pulled off and fell backwards onto his back.

He raised his arms up and shouted, "Praise God! I feel your Love!"

I lay down next to him and kissed his handsome face. When my lips found his, we kissed deeply and passionately. I could taste my sperm on his tongue.

I sat up and looked down at him, caressing the sensuous curves of his mildly muscular body with my fingers.

"Now, to make the communion with God complete, you must also have your bowels filled with holy sperm. I want my son Ricky and Father Tim to show you how we can do that."

Tim lay on his back with his thighs pressed against his chest. Ricky plunged his face into Tim's ass crack and filled it with saliva. He then mounted him and pushed his cock into Tim's asshole.

"You see, Father," I said, "to have the communion complete, the holy sperm must enter the body from both ends. You see how my son pushes his penis in and out, just as my penis went in and out of your mouth."

Father Jurkins watched with wide eyes and open mouth. Still lying on the floor, it seemed almost instinctive that he reached for his own nipples and squeezed and twisted them. As he watched Ricky and Tim fucking, Father Jurkins began to writhe on the floor as though he were possessed.

"Oh, merciful God," Jurkins moaned. "I must have sperm injected into my bowels." He stared at the ceiling and cried out. "I see you, Jesus, my sweet Jesus. I want your sperm in me, Jesus. I want to feel your Love warm inside of me."

Just then, Ricky let out a yelp as his sperm poured into Father Tim's asshole.

I leaned over and helped Father Jurkins to his feet. "Now it's time for you to take Jesus's holy sperm inside of your body. It will come from Jesus through Father Timothy. The sperm that Father Timothy will produce will come directly from Jesus."

As Ricky got a small bottle of hotel hand lotion from the bathroom, I laid Father Jurkins out flat on his back on the bed. Now father, we're going to prepare you for the ceremony. Ricky, would you please apply the holy cream to Father Jurkins' asshole? And Father Timothy, please assume the ceremonial position on the bed as I raise the Father's legs to the proper position."

As Tim scooted up to where the head of his penis lay between Father Jurkins' ass cheeks, I looked down at the Father and said, "Now Father, as you feel Father Tim's holy penis entering your body, you will feel another necessary part of the ceremony—my holy tongue stimulating your nipples.  Also, my son Ricky will gently massage the full length of your penis with his tongue. Are you ready to begin?"

"Yes, yes, Jurkins yelled. "Fill me up with Jesus' sperm."

As Tim pushed his hard cock into Jurkins' greased up asshole, I began nibbling on his nipples, and Ricky took Jurkins' raging hard cock in his mouth. We all worked furiously on the Father's body, as Jurkins called out for the holy Grace of God and Jesus to enter his body. His large nipples were as hard as pebbles. As Tim pounded away on his ass, I could tell he was coming close to orgasm. As Tim roared with pleasure and shot his hot creamy load into the Father's asshole, I saw the Father's own sperm bubbling out of Ricky's mouth. Tears began rolling out of Jurkins' eyes and down his cheeks. I was so turned on by it all that I pulled off of the nipples and licked the salty tears off his face and then plunged my tongue into this beautiful man's mouth. We slashed each other's tongues violently.  Just then, Ricky turned his head and sucked my own penis into his mouth, which I instantly filled with my own load of hot spunk.

Tim collapsed onto Father Jurkins' stomach. We all lay there in a crumpled heap, totally exhausted. Finally, I spoke.

"Do you now feel the Lord's presence in your body, Father Jurkins?"

He ran his tongue lightly over my lips. "Oh, yes. Oh, yes. I must venture out among the flock and allow them to partake of my holy sperm. It will be my most holy calling."

I finally sat up and looked down at the Father, who now looked like nothing but a fucked out, bedraggled whore. "Father, it would be best that you not preach the word to your own congregation. They have not felt the hand of God as you have. They wouldn't understand. I think your work and your love of God would best be served now in the Church of the Holy Seed. It would be our honor to ordain you as a priest in our Church."

Father Jurkins smiled and nodded his head. "Oh, yes. That would be best.  When can I meet his holiness, the Bishop of your church?"

"I believe he'll be at our services next Sunday. Father Timothy and I will be most happy to introduce you to him. He'll be delighted that a Catholic priest will be coming to us.

Father Jurkins rose from the bed and got back into his clothes. "I think it best today that I rejoin the wedding party. You know, for appearances sake. Tomorrow, I'll send a letter to my own Bishop telling him of my resignation from the Catholic Church."

I gave him my card and told him to call me.

After he left and shut the door behind him, I looked at Tim lying spread eagle on the bed. To see him fucking the Catholic priest sent surges of excitement through me. Such a beautiful young man, Tim. I wanted him so badly.

Tim turned his head toward me. "Well, Roger, I've come to terms with myself, and I'm leaving that fucking church, and I'll probably be replaced by a Catholic priest. I'll have to hand it to you, Roger. You really duped that poor pathetic man. I won't be a Holy Seed priest anymore, but I'll stay a member of the church for the fucking sex it offers, and maybe for a chance to find some love in my life. But this priest has no idea he's been conned into joining a fraud. Nothing but a fucking scam.

"Do you think I did the wrong thing, Tim?" I asked.

"No. He's as weak and pitiful as I was when I thought Father John and his shit was on the up and up. I really don't give a damn about him, but I do sort of hope he'll come to his senses eventually."

I lay down next to Tim and ran my fingers over his handsome face. I kissed him gently on the lips.

"I'm glad you've finally come to your own senses and realized what that church is all about. I learned quite early myself what that place was.  But I see no reason to stop taking advantage of Father John's pretense for my own sexual gratification. And Ricky feels the same way; don't you Ricky?"

Ricky was now sitting in a chair, slowly stroking his hard penis. He smiled and nodded in agreement.

With my lips still teasing his, I ran my hand down over Tim's chest and stomach and then fondled his cock and balls.

I think I love you, Tim. And I'd like to have you come live with Ricky and me. My wife won't care. She long ago gave up caring what Ricky and I do.  I know you'll have no income and no place to go. We'll be your family.  Don't say no, Tim. That won't be the right answer."

Tim threw his arms around me and tears poured from his eyes, soaking both of our faces. Ricky rose from his chair and came over to us. He also had tears in his eyes, and lay down on the other side of Tim. We all cried together. We were really so happy that the three of us were now going to stay together.

The next Sunday service was the confirmation of the fifteen- through seventeen-year-olds, as well as the confirmation of new adult members. Since there were so few scheduled for confirmation in each of these groups, they were lumped together into one service.

Father Jurkins had moved out of his church-owned quarters and now lived in a rooming house not far from the Church of the Holy Seed. Several days before the service, he called me and told me about his confrontation with the Catholic Bishop. He'd personally called on the Bishop.

The Bishop stood and put his arm around Jurkins' shoulders and told him to have a seat. When Jurkins announced he was leaving the church, the Bishop smiled and sat down in a chair next to him.

"Have you thought about this very carefully?" the Bishop asked. "You know, Hector, you've always been one of my favorite priests in this diocese. I would very much hate to lose you. Have you been unhappy?"

"I've merely had a crisis of conscience," Jurkins said. "I've found my own way to attain eternal favor with our Lord."

"And how, pray, did you do that?"

"I've found a church that has answered my needs more surely than the Catholic church has done."

"And, pray, what church is that?"

"It's the church of the Holy Seed."

The Bishop was speechless, as though he was struck dumb by the Lord himself. "Are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious."

"Are you truly familiar with the tenets of that institution?"

"Absolutely."

The Bishop smiled. "You do know, don't you, that they worship sperm? That they have sex on the altar? That they induct teens and masturbate on the altar?"

"Yes, I know that."

"And you believe their form of worship is the right thing to do?"

"Yes."

The Bishop put his hand on Jurkins' arm. "Well, don't get me wrong. I'm not entirely opposed to such a thing. And if you truly believe in that kind of worship, you should pursue it. Tell me, even though the Catholic church is against masturbation, I presume you have yourself jerk… I mean masturbated?"

"Yes, I have. Have you?"

"Well," the Bishop said, "We're all men, and I have probably done it a few times."

"Well, then."

The Bishop turned in his chair to more directly face Jurkins. "I've heard about that church's father-and-son camping outings. And more than masturbation goes on there. Are you interested in that kind of thing. I mean like … you know … orally…"

"You mean sucking cock, don't you?"

"Well, I wouldn't put it quite so crudely."

"Sure, I'm interested," Jurkins said.

The Bishop moved his hand up higher on Jurkins' arm. "I've often wondered … well I haven't OFTEN wondered … what that entails. What it's like?"

Jurkins turned and put his hand on the Bishop's upper thigh. "You'd like to find out, wouldn't you?"

"Well, I wouldn't say…"

Jurkins moved his hand up higher and pressed on the Bishop's crotch.  "There's no reason, Bishop, that you shouldn't know what the Church of the Holy Seed is all about."

Jurkins could feel the bulge in the Bishop's crotch growing. He got up and turned the lock on the office door. He knelt down in front of the Bishop and slowly unzipped his black trousers. The Bishop made no move to object.  Jurkins undid the belt and started to pull the Bishop's pants down. Saying nothing, the Bishop rose slightly from his seat to allow his pants and underpants to fall around his ankles.

Jurkins tucked his hand under the man's balls and bounced them up and down gently. "Now these testicles contain God's holiest nectar. It is the fluid of life, the most sacred thing God has ever created."

He slowly wrapped his lips around the Bishops hard cock and began to suck.  The Bishop closed his eyes and had difficulty stifling his moans of pleasure.

When he began humping his hips up against Jurkins' face, Jurkins pulled off and said. "I can tell you're pretty experienced at this."

The Bishop said nothing, other than the gurgling squeals coming from his throat. He soon began stiffening up and, with his face contorting, he blurted out, "Oh, suck that mother-fucker!"

He blasted a load into Jurkins' mouth with powerful surges that never seemed to end. When it was over, the Bishop sat slumped almost off his chair, with sweat pouring from his brow.

"Well, Bishop," Jurkins said, "now you know what I'm talking about. I'm sure you now feel the Love and Grace of God more than you ever had in your life."

The Bishop straightened up and spoke as though nothing had happened. "Yes, that was very interesting. I wish you all good luck in your new position with that … other church. And please, if you ever wish to visit me again … uh … I mean … I'll be pleased to receive you."

There had been rumors that the Bishop of the local Diocese had had his way with several young altar boys, as well as the sons of a few wealthy parishioners.  And when Father Jurkins told me about their visit, I knew it was true.

My wife seemed not to notice when Ricky and I moved Timothy into our house.  We gave him the spare bedroom next to Ricky's. I had not, for some time, been sleeping with my wife, and I occupied the room on the other side of Ricky's. At dinner that evening, I introduced Tim to my wife and told her about his leaving the Catholic Church and joining the Holy Seed.

She said, "I don't know anything about any of those churches, so it doesn't matter to me."

I was glad that Tim would now know that anything we did together in the house would go virtually unnoticed by my wife. She was in some kind of a nothing world of her own, and I was happy to keep her that way.

That afternoon, Ricky and I took Tim to the church where he would announce to Father John that he was leaving the priesthood. When we arrived, the young man at the front desk informed us that Father John was in a counseling session with a young boy and his father, and couldn't be disturbed.

Father John had heard us talking and opened his door. "Oh, Roger, and you, Father Timothy. I'm glad you came. I'm having a rather difficult time in there. It's a new member of the church and his son. I've been trying to instruct the man as to the kind of training he must give his son before he can be confirmed in our church. He doesn't seem to get it. Would you mind coming in and helping me?"

When we walked in, we found both the father and his son sitting naked on a long couch.

Father John said, "Mr. Fleming, here, and his son, Cory, are both extremely inexperienced and unaware of our requirements. I've tried to explain to them that the boy must be taught how to jack… I mean, masturbate. He must also be taught how to receive his father's sperm through both his mouth and his ass … I mean, his anus. And, also, Mr. Fleming needs to learn how to take his son's sperm the same way. Would you and Ricky, here, be so kind as to demonstrate the technique that is required?"

"I'm surprised you couldn't do that yourself, Father John," I said.

Father John leaned toward me and said quietly, "I'd just finished a counseling session when these two came in. I'm not able to get my cock … I mean, my penis hard so soon. Besides, watching you do it, Roger, is so … you know … exhilarating."

Ricky and I looked at each other.  I said, "Well, we might as well give you the whole lesson from beginning to end."

Ricky and I stripped down and went over to a long couch near the father and his son. We first sucked each other in 69 position. Then, just before we shot our loads, we pulled out. Ricky threw his legs in the air, and I fucked him. This time, I came inside of him. Then Ricky fucked me and came inside of me.

Mr. Fleming and his son sat staring at us with wide eyes. Each of their cocks were hard, with pre-cum dripping from them.

"Now, Mr. Fleming," I said, "lean over and take your son's penis in your mouth. Lick up the clear semen and take his whole length. Masturbate his penis with your lips as I did. And while you do it, use your hands to pinch his nipples and fondle his balls. When he shoots his sperm into your mouth, swallow it. I guarantee you'll feel the Grace of God spreading through you."

Mr. Fleming did as he was told, and I could see the look of pleasure spreading across Cory's face as his orgasm took hold of him.

"Wasn't that a wonderful feeling, Cory?" I asked. "It was a feeling given to you by God in return for your sharing your sacred sperm with your father. Was that your first time?"

Cory nodded his head and immediately fell upon his father's penis and took as much of what appeared to be seven inches into his mouth as he could. It took only a few minute before his father shot his load into his son's mouth. Not a drop was wasted. It all went into Cory's stomach.

Father John said, "I know, Mr. Fleming, that you as an adult already know how to jerk off … I'm sorry … to masturbate. You must teach your son how to cum with his hand. Further instruction, though, must be given as to how to inject your sperm into each of your assholes. That will take practice at home. We won't ask you to do it here. But you must be prepared to do it during the confirmation ceremony.

Until now, Father Timothy had been seated off to the side with his pants down around his ankles and slowly stroking his cock. He stood up.

"I think they should see how it's done, Father John," Tim said. "As a priest of this church, please permit me to demonstrate on Ricky here."

"As you please," Father John said. I noticed Father John's bulge becoming larger.

Both Tim and Ricky stripped down completely, both with their humongous hard-ons jutting out in front of them. Ricky lay on the soft carpet with his legs up. Tim moved close and mounted him. Tim motioned for Mr. Fleming and his son to come close so they could observe his penis entering Ricky's asshole.

They sat on the floor, transfixed as they observed the technique of entering, as well as each thrust of his penis. In almost a matter of seconds, Tim let out a roar and poured his cum into Ricky's hole. By that time, Father John had hardened up and was overcome by the sight of Ricky's asshole. He pushed Timothy off and fell upon Ricky's ass where he sucked out as much of Timothy's cum as he could. Father and son were so aroused by this, they, too, fought Father John for a taste of the oozing sperm.

The scene became so frantic, I had to do my best to break it up. When it was all over, and everyone had calmed down, Timothy put his clothes back on and looked at Father John.

"This was my last act as a priest of your church, Father John. As of this moment, I am giving up the priesthood and will attend the church as only a common parishioner."

As Father John stood silently in a state of shock, Ricky and I walked out with Timothy, followed Mr. Fleming and his son. Outside, I couldn't resist persisting with the sham and spoke to the two new members.

"You'll find the confirmation a beautiful ceremony. But both you and your son will first need to become expert at fucking each other. You know, sending your holy sperm into each other's bodies. And you'll also need to get used to the idea that the various priests will also send their holy sperm into your bodies, both through your mouths and up your bung-holes, to use the vernacular. You'll only have till next Sunday to get prepared. So, good luck!"

When Ricky, Tim, and I returned home, we found Father Jurkins waiting for us.

"Oh, Father Jurkins," I said. "It's nice to see you. You and I will need to go pay a visit to Holy Seed's Bishop next Sunday." I put my arms around him and hugged him. As I did so, I slipped my hand down the back of his pants and ran my fingers through his warm moist ass crack.

"Yes," Jurkins said. "And I'm very nervous. I'd like to talk with you first about what might be expected of me."

"Why sure," I said. "Come on upstairs, and Ricky and Tim and I will show you exactly what will be expected of you."

When we turned to go up, my wife came in and said, "While you were out, I got a call from someone referring to himself as Deputy Waters … or something like that. He said to call him. It was urgent."

"Deputy Waters?" I asked.  "I don't know any Deputy Waters."  Then it hit me!  "OH!  You must mean Deputy Rivers…"

"Yeah, that's right … I guess.  Deputy Rivers."  She just shook her head and shrugged her shoulders.  "Anyway, he said it was urgent."  She turned back to whatever she was doing, and Ricky and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes, knowing that she was off in her own little world again.

As we walked up the stairs, I smiled to myself. Wow, I thought, life is good. How can I beat this? Fucking and sucking on Ricky, Tim, and Father Jurkins.  And now—hopefully—a delicious encore with that hot, hot Deputy Waters … uhhh … RIVERS, I mean!  Oh, well.

To be continued...

Posted: 04/09/10