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

© 2010 by the author

Edit & Revised by: Gerry Young

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Chapter 8

I sent Ricky, Tim, and Father Jurkins to wait in Ricky's room, and went to my study where I called the Deputy.

"Good afternoon, Deputy Rivers. It's been so long since I've seen you.

What a delight."

"Please … call me Rod. Let's drop the Deputy shit."

"Are you still with the Sheriff's Department?

"Oh, yes. I have a new partner on the beat. I think I've converted him to the worship of God. We fill each other's bodies with our holy sperm whenever we can, and it's so inspiring."

"What happened to your other partner, Deputy Snow?"

"Very sad, Roger. He was also converted as I was, you know. But he made the mistake of trying to convert a Jewish guy by pushing his cock into the man's mouth. And the fucker bit off the end of Snow's penis. It happened in the restroom at the Sheriff's office. Shit, you never seen so much blood in your fucking life. I haven't seen him since. I think that mother-fucker resigned or got his ass fired or something."

"That sounds terrible, Rod. I'm so sorry.  By the way … have you considered attending services?  Father John is conducting a confirmation service next Sunday. Those are special days, you know, when the hot, creamy sperm flows like water."

"I'll be there, but the reason I called, Roger, is that … you know … I've really missed you and Ricky. I dream of taking your sperm into my body again. I have you to thank for bringing the worship of sperm into my life. I love you both; God be praised."

"I miss your body, too … I mean I miss your sperm, too, Rod. Why don't you meet us tomorrow night at my office about ten?  It's on the fourteenth floor of the Corbin building. It'll be quiet then, and we can … you know … get reacquainted."

When I returned to Ricky's room, the three of them were already stripped down naked watching one of Ricky's favorite videos, a gang fuck involving six high school-aged boys and six men. Ricky was one of them. It was taped at the men's fellowship outing that summer. Ricky had taken all six of the fathers' cocks up his ass, one right after the other. Some of those cocks were humongous. It was amazing, being as small as he was, that he could swallow them up his ass with such ease. I was so proud of him.

Father Jurkins' black garments, including his clerical collar, were lying in a clump on the floor.

"I thought you resigned from the priesthood. Why are you still wearing those clothes?"

"I haven't anything else to wear yet. I'm going out in the morning to get me some real clothes."

Not wanting to stand out in the crowd, I quickly shed my own clothes.  Father Jurkins was sitting on the end of the bed facing the VCR. I stood next to him with my hard cock idly brushing against his cheek and lips. He stuck out his tongue to catch the long elastic string of semen that dangled from my pee-hole. That appeared to be the signal for all of us to pile onto Ricky's bed. The main purpose of our being together that afternoon was to instruct Father Jurkins as to what he might expect during his confirmation into the Church of the Holy Seed.

During part of the ceremony, the nine priests would stand over his naked body and masturbate their holy seed onto him. Sooooo … Ricky and Tim and I stood over him and did that. As we splattered our cum all over his face and neck and chest, he looked as though he had fallen into a deep reverie. There was also the possibility that the Bishop would be there on Sunday and that the newly confirmed members would need to offer their sperm to him through his mouth.

I knelt down, acting the part of the Bishop, and Father Jurkins stood before me and fucked my mouth. He held the back of my head and thrust his hips so violently that I almost gagged. Then a torrent of hot, thick sperm poured into my mouth, some spilling out of the corners of my mouth and down my chin. It was a load like no other I'd ever swallowed.  It kept cumming in powerful volleys that blasted against the back of my throat as his throbbing penis slapped violently against the roof of my mouth with each surge.

After I pulled off of his wilting penis, I said, "Well, God will reward you doubly for that load, and I certainly can feel the Grace of God surging through me as your hot sperm is absorbed into my body."

We rested several times during the afternoon, and went at it again, and then again.

"I want both of you," I finally said, "to stay over with us tonight. Tim and I will stay in my room, and Father Jurkins, you can sleep with Ricky.  I think we can all take a break tonight from the four-way orgy we had this afternoon."

My wife fixed dinner for the four of us, and paid as much attention to us as though we weren't even there.

I could hardly wait to share my bed with Father Timothy that night. I don't know what was the matter with me. My dear Ricky, my son, was the love of my life. So why did I crave Tim so deeply? It wasn't just his gorgeous cock, or the softness of the silky skin on his body. I think I actually felt love for him. But I thought I'd fallen in love with several men and boys who attended that fucking church and that silly fellowship camp. God! I was horny. I was horny all the time, now, it seemed. I looked at Tim, and it was his fragile vulnerability that made me love him. The sadness in his eyes. All I seemed to want to do was to hold him tightly in my arms and kiss his face and lick every inch of his beautiful body with my tongue. What caring man in the world could resist him?

We lay in bed on our sides, facing each other with our arms around each other. I could feel that he loved me, too. Our hard cocks were pressed together, and I could feel his, throbbing over and over against mine. I ran my hands over his firm, but soft, white skin, his ass cheeks, round and full. I wanted to be inside of him, and he inside of me. But I couldn't bear releasing him from my arms. We ran our tongues over each other's eyes and cheeks and lips. We sucked on each other's ears. I soon felt him loosening his grip on me and sliding down, running his tongue through the swirls of soft hair on my chest, gently nibbling on my nipples. Down went his tongue over my stomach and the heavy strip of dark hair that ran from my navel into my thick bush of pubic hair, as he ran his hands over the soft hair on my forearms. He momentarily sucked in the head of my hard penis and slashed at it with his tongue. Then, after bringing it down over the full length of the underside of my penis, he nibbled on the soft skin of my scrotum, taking each ball into his mouth where he carefully massaged it with his lips and tongue.

Tim then ran his tongue over the soft hair that covered my upper inner thighs, the soft skin that is there to cushion a man's balls when he sits or walks. Down he went the full length of my thighs and calves, licking and sucking on the soft light brown hair that covered them.

He put his hands under my knees and brought my legs up so my thighs were against my chest. He pushed a pillow under my hips. In that position, my ass cheeks were separated, and he looked into my crack. Slowly, he lowered his face. I could feel his tongue slashing through the mass of hair in my crack and then very gently touch my asshole.

I was, by this time, almost on the edge of insanity. I needed him inside of me. I felt his cheekbones pressing against my ass as his quivering tongue pressed into me. His hot breath in my crack felt good. He fucked me with his tongue for many minutes while continuing to run his fingers lightly over my legs, tickling them to the point I almost felt like passing out.

Soon, he pulled his tongue out of my asshole and rose up on his knees. He moved closer and mounted me. I watched his blazing engorged cock pointing into my crack and then slowly disappearing through my asshole into my rectum.

For a moment, I felt as though I had passed into another world. Then I felt his cock rubbing against my prostate, faster and faster. I looked down at my penis. It was throbbing rapidly and looked larger and fatter and redder than I'd ever seen it. The dark purple veins that encircled it looked as though they were about to burst. With each thrust, his lower abdomen slapped against my balls giving me a strange, but wonderful pre-orgasmic feeling.

I saw a spray of sweat scattering from Tim's face onto my belly. I ran my hands over his strong, beautiful arms that were bracing him on the bed as he pounded his cock into me. I longed to be able to reach his arms with my tongue so I could lick and suck on the beautiful dusting of hair that covered them.

I looked into his eyes and saw a look of lost concentration, with his face beginning to contort, about to reflect the beautiful indescribable agony of his approaching orgasm. I was so close, I knew we would cum together. We had to. Our bodies had merged. We were totally at one with each other.

I saw the muscles in his arms become tense, his pecs were quivering, he opened his mouth and threw his head back. As he rocked his head from side to side, he let out a guttural grunt and then an almost unearthly screech.  As I felt his cock throbbing inside my rectum, I let my orgasm take hold of my body completely. As I shot glob after glob of thick pudding all over my stomach, face, and neck, I felt my asshole clenching and snapping violently on Tim's cock.

Sweat poured off of Tim's face, mingling with the sperm on my stomach. He was gasping for air, and suddenly his arms gave way, and he collapsed upon me, squishing the mixture of sweat and cum, causing it to begin running down my sides onto the sheet.

We lay there with our eyes closed, out bodies weakened and totally spent.  I actually think we went to sleep for a few minutes. Then I was suddenly conscious that Tim was rolling off of me. We once again lay side by side facing each other and wrapped tightly in each other's arms.

The next thing I knew, it was morning, and we had not moved from our embrace.

Tim kissed me lightly on my lips and said, "Oh, I hope you'll forgive me.  I must have gone to sleep before you had a chance to have a good fuck into me."

I laughed and told him I'd shot a big load and had a great orgasm at the same time he did. There was no way either of us was in shape after that, to do any more fucking.

As we lay in each other's arms, Ricky opened the door and came in. He stared at us for a few moments and then lay down with us. He kissed and licked the exquisite orbs of Tim's ass, and then sat up.

"How's Father Jurkins?" I asked.

Ricky smiled. "He's euphoric this morning. I pumped two loads of cum into him last night, one down his throat, and one up his ass. Ever since he woke up, he's been praising God and claiming that all the cum he took inside of him has made him feel God's love. He feels like he's gone to Heaven."

"He's a fucking fool," said Tim, "believing all that Bull Shit."

"You believed it once, too, Tim," I said. "So don't pass judgment on him."

Father Jurkins suddenly appeared at the door. He looked down at me and said, "Did Ricky tell you how wonderfully he was able to pump God's grace into my body? It was so lovely. And I could almost see the aura of Jesus hovering over Ricky's body as my holy sperm flowed into his sweet asshole."

Poor Tim had no job and no place to live. Jurkins lived in a rat trap of a rooming house, but also had no job or income. I decided to have them live with us and help them the best I could to find jobs. While I was at work, and Ricky was in school, I knew Tim and Jurkins were back at the house passing the time fucking and sucking each other.

The next night, Ricky and I went to my office to meet Rod Rivers at ten o'clock. He was right on time, waiting in the hall outside my door. With him was a very handsome young boy.

"Roger, I believe you've already met my son, Jesse, in Father John's office. And I told you about him when we were at the Fellowship Camp."

I took his hand. "Yes, I remember it well. Nice to see you again, Jesse. And you remember my son, Ricky. You're about the same age I believe—both between fifteen and sixteen. Come on in and let's get comfortable."

When we were seated, Rod said, "As you might already know, Jesse is to be confirmed into membership in the church very soon. but I really haven't told him much about the church's teachings. Other than Father John's little ceremony with several of us in his office at the church, Jesse's admitted to me that he does masturbate, and I did tell him that this church gives thanks to God by worshiping sperm. But I'm not sure he fully understands all that would be expected of him. I was hoping you could help me with that."

"Well, Jesse," I said, "Let's start from the beginning, even though some of it may be repetitive to what you already know."

"Okay," he said with a little timidity in his voice.

"I'm sure you find it pleasurable to masturbate, don't you?"

"Uh, yes." Jesse had confusion written all over his face.

"We believe in this church that the white cream that shoots out of your penis is holy. It's sacred."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yes indeed. As to spreading that holiness within ourselves and within others, it must be ingested by others. If your father, for example, were to bring your sacred sperm into his body, he would feel the Grace of God and the Love of Jesus. And if you should take your father's sperm into your body, you would have that same wonderful feeling."

"Really?"

"You know that wonderful, heavenly feeling you get when you masturbate and shoot your sperm?"

"Yes."

"Well, that is God's reward to you for producing your sperm for others."

"Wow!"

"Now, Jesse, in order to get our sperm into other's bodies, there are only two places through which it can go. The mouth or the anus."

"Well … duhhhhh.  I already knew that."

I had to chuckle—here's this fifteen-year-old kid—probably knows more than I did at that age—and I'm talking to him like he's only eight years old.

"I'm sorry, Jesse.  I didn't mean to talk to you like you're a little kid.  I'm just not used to counseling or advising on church matters."

"Your father, Jesse, has already given his sperm to others through both orifices."

Jesse looked at his father. "I didn't know you jerked off, Dad."

Rod smiled nervously.

"Of course he does," I said. "All men and boys do it. But it should be done for the love of God, in the name of Jesus. You want to be a good Christian, don't you?"

"Oh, yes."

"Now, if you want to become a member of our church, you will need to be prepared for the Confirmation ceremony. You will need to practice this with your father. I want your father to demonstrate and show you how to give his sperm to my son Ricky here. While they do it, it is essential that God looks down on them in all their natural nakedness as they perform this holy rite. Go ahead and get out of your clothes, you two. Rod, I want you to receive the sacred sperm of my son. Watch this carefully, Jesse, so you'll know how it's done."

When Ricky and Rod were completely naked, Ricky lay flat on his back on the sofa, his hard cock standing straight up. Rod knelt beside him on the floor and took Ricky's turgid penis in his mouth. I noticed Jesse's jaw drop open and his eyes widen. Rod ran his lips over the full length of Ricky's shaft as he fondled Ricky's balls in one hand.

The huge bulge that had developed in the front of Jesse's pants gave witness to the fact that his cock was hard as a rock. I urged him to go and sit on the floor next to Rod so he could see exactly what was happening.

In only a matter of minutes, Ricky's orgasm swept over him. His beautiful legs stiffened and his whole body shook as though he were having convulsions. His thick cum was dripping out of the corners of Rod's mouth and down his chin.

When it was over, I said, "Now Jesse, look in your father's face. Don't you see the love of God in his eyes, now that he had taken a full load of God's holy sperm?

Jesse nodded and began to rub his own crotch.

"Jesse, now your father will fill Rick's body with the warmth of God's love. This time, your father's sperm will enter Ricky's body through his anus."

"Yeah.  I remember how good it felt when Ricky did that to me in Father John's office."  He chuckled and grinned and wriggled his eyebrows.  "It felt really good after I got used to it.

"Come on, Rod," Ricky said, still lying on the sofa, with his legs raised high. Rod mounted him and pushed his cock up into Ricky's fuck tunnel. Jesse openly rubbed his hard bulge and he watched his father's cute buns rising and falling as he was ramming his hard cock into Ricky's asshole.

As I watched, my own cock had ballooned up to full erection. I undid my pants and let it flop out into full view.

I said, "Go ahead, Jesse, you can't keep that rascal bound up like that forever. Go ahead and take it out and give it some air."

Jesse ripped down his zipper and pulled his cock out into the open. A long elastic string of pre-cum dangled from his pee-hole. He gently stroked it as he watched his father's cock plunging in and out of Ricky's ass. Soon, Rod let out a growl as his whole body stiffened.

"Praise God! I'm cumming!" he yelled.

Jesse was stroking his long, curved penis faster and faster."

"Hold it," I said. "We're not through yet, Jesse. One more thing we need to do, and then you and your dad can practice for next Sunday's service. I want you now to stand naked before God as your father has. Take `em off."

As I stripped off all my clothes, Jesse stripped off his, revealing a gorgeous fifteen-year-old body, tanned, and completely hairless below his neck. It was all I could do to keep from grabbing his swimmer's body and ravaging it right there.

I leaned against the bookcase to steady myself. "Now, Jesse, I want you take my sperm into your body. You'll feel God's spirit surging through you as it runs down your throat. Kneel before me, Jesse. Now take hold of my cock and guide into your mouth just as you saw your dad take Ricky's into his mouth. Be sure not to touch it with your teeth. Now run the whole length in and out of your mouth, swirling your tongue over the head."

Jesse eagerly took my cock deep into his mouth. Ricky couldn't resist Jesse for another minute and rushed over to sit behind. He reached under Jesse's ass and fondled his balls, then ran his finger over his asshole.  Within a few seconds he had pushed two fingers up into his asshole. Jesse sucked my cock like he was in an uncontrollable sexual frenzy. Rod came over and brought his face down real close to watch my cock going in and out of his son's mouth.

I couldn't hold it any longer and my cum exploded into Jesse's mouth and throat. My orgasm seemed to go on for many minutes as Jesse slurped and swallowed as much as he could. When I finally pulled out, I looked down and saw Jesse sitting on the floor looking up at me with the cutest smile on his face.  Thick cum was dripping from his lips down his chin. I couldn't help myself and went down to the floor with him. I enveloped him tightly in my arms and kissed him on the mouth, tasting my own cum, mixed with his sweet saliva.

I forced myself to let go of Jesse and stood up. "Well, Jesse, you've done very well. How do you feel?"

"Praise God, I feel God's warmth in my body."

"I think you'll want to practice a lot more with your dad before the ceremony. Also, you and he can practice fucking each other, although the church doesn't allow fucking on the Altar. The only place members can do it, under the auspices of the church, is during the church's Fellowship Camp in the summer."

The time for Confirmation had arrived---a bright and crisp Autumn Sunday.  When Ricky and I arrived, we stood out on the sidewalk for awhile watching the men and women and their dressed-up children arriving. Soon, Rod Rivers and Jesse walked up. Jesse had his hair nicely combed. He wore pressed dark trousers and a crisp short sleeved white shirt. God! How I could have taken him right there on the sidewalk!

The four of us sat together close to the front. The organ was softly playing some unintelligible piece of music. Naked altar boys, most with flaccid penises flopping in front of them, were lighting some candles on the altar and positioning the Bishop's ornate chair to one side. Several were laying out the sacred carpets on the altar floor.

I leaned toward Rod. "Confirmation Day is always an exciting event—such a beautiful ceremony."

Soon, Father John entered the altar from a side door. He was dressed in an ivory and gold robe with a red satin banner around his neck and hanging down his front. His robe hung open, revealing his two nipples, between which was a thick mat of curly black hair, as well as a huge mass of pubic hair. His hard cock and balls peeked out through the opening.

Father John mounted the pulpit and smiled. "Isn't this a lovely day?" he said, waving his arm.

The congregation murmured, "Amen."

"Today is one of the glorious days in our church—the day when we bring into our fold and confirm the membership of all these handsome young men sitting down here.

"But first, I'd like to make several announcements before we begin. Next Wednesday evening is our semi-annual covered-dish supper put on by all the lovely ladies of our church.  Entertainment following the meal this year will be by our Youth Devotional Group made up of our fifteen to seventeen-year-old boys. They will demonstrate, for those of you who attend, various methods of producing and collecting the sacred sperm. Many of the ingenious methods were devised very cleverly by the boys themselves. It will be a fascinating and educational program. Try not to miss it.

"I have also been notified that Mr. Robert Coolhand, a devoted member of our congregation, has been taken ill and is now in the hospital. It is unfortunate in that he had just begun training his fourteen year old son to go through Confirmation. Since he will be unable to do it, I agreed to ask the congregation for any volunteers to take over the young boy's training.  Those of you who may be interested should make an appointment to see me at my office, where I will be glad to interview you and determine your ... shall we say ... qualifications for the job. Also, many of you may wish to send our brother a get-well offering of your fresh sperm. We have containers that can be sealed for that purpose.

"My next announcement has to do with a change in our Confirmation ceremony.  As you know, all sperm ingested here on the altar was required to be entered through the mouth. But following our Fellowship Camp this past summer, there have been many requests that we allow sperm to enter the body through the anus on Confirmation day. Therefore, the Church Council, after much deliberation, has decided to allow fucki ... I mean allow sperm to flow into the body through the anus, as well as the mouth."

The congregation broke into unrestrained applause. I turned to Rod. "I hope you and Jesse practiced fucking each other."

Rod smiled and put his arm around Jesse. "We sure have. This little fucker is a cock-sucking mother-fucker now. I'm so proud of him.

Father John continued his announcements. "I want to urge you all to use the collection cups hanging on the back of the pews in front of you for your offerings. A priest will make the rounds periodically to collect them while they're still fresh."

Rod Rivers turned toward me. "What the fuck do those priests do with all that sperm?"

"I'm not sure, Rod, but I think they have a party after the service and get drunk on it."

"I have one further announcement," Father John said. "We are supremely honored this morning to have His Worship, Bishop Harry Frick, who will officiate over the confirmation of the young men.

His Worship, dressed in a flame-red robe, hanging open in the front, grandly took his seat in the Bishop's chair. He wore a liturgical headdress that looked suspiciously like a Pope's miter. He held his knees apart so the congregation could plainly see his flaccid penis and huge balls spread out languidly on the chair seat.

"Now," Father John said, "will the priests please enter. Remove your garments and place them over the altar rail. Then take your positions on the sacred carpets."

Nine priests, including the redoubtable Father Bruce, entered, removed their robes, and lay their naked bodies spread-eagle on the carpets. They all had very stiff hard-ons that stood straight up. All, except Father Duncan, who had to play with his a little to get it up. Father Duncan was the oldest of the Priests, and it was well known that he took Viagra pills by the dozens in order to keep up with the others.

"Now," continued Father John," will all the young men to be confirmed please come to the altar and remove your clothes, placing them on the altar rail."  After they had stripped, I could see that some of them were hard, and some were not."

"Each of you lie on your stomach between the legs of one of the priests, and take the priest's penis in your mouth. Since you have all been instructed by your fathers on how to do this, bring the priest to orgasm and take his sacred sperm into your bodies."

As we looked on, all we could see was a row of eighteen round ass cheeks quivering away as the boys' heads bobbed furiously up and down on the priest's penises. Rod Rivers sat on the edge of his seat with his pants now down around his ankles. He held a collection cup under his hard cock as he vigorously jacked off.

"Oh, shit," he said. "Look at my Jesse up there sucking that priest off like a slut. I'm so proud of him."

All the priests, except Father Duncan, shot their loads of sacred cream into the boys' bellies at about the same time. Father Duncan, however, was having trouble keeping his cock from wilting. But even he eventually shot a pretty good load. The priests all rose and stood off to the side.

Father John stood before the congregation. "Will the fathers of these vital young men please come to the altar and remove your clothes. When you have done that, please place your son on his back on the sacred carpet.  You will now fill your son's body with your sacred sperm. This will be the first time that we have allowed sperm to enter the body through the child's ass ho ... I mean, anus. You may insert your penises into your sons' asses … anuses … in any way that you have found best during your practice."

Rod lifted Jesse's slender legs up until his thighs were tight against his chest. As Rod moved into position with his ass pointed out toward the congregation, we could clearly see Rod's long ball sack swinging between his legs, and his hard cock quickly entering Jesse's asshole. Several of the other fathers chose to fuck their son's doggy style. The sight of these nine fathers fucking their boys was too much for most of the men and boys in the congregation, who were, by then, furiously stroking their own cocks.  Some were having their wives or sons in the audience sucking them off.  Several priests were scurrying around collecting the sperm donation cups as soon as they were filled.

Some of these priests were so overwhelmed at the sight of all these boys assholes getting fucked, they stood in the aisles and jerked themselves off, crying God be Praised as they shot their loads onto the floor.

Father John stepped over to Bishop Frick, who took the Reverend Father John's penis in his mouth and sucked him to orgasm. I'm sure it wasn't in the script for this confirmation, but, knowing Father John, he couldn't help himself, and the Bishop seemed most willing to accommodate him.

One by one, the fathers let out howls signaling the arrival of their orgasms. As they pulled out, some of them collapsed flat on the floor exhausted.

Father John, once again breathless, asked the boys, who had now been filled with sacred sperm through both ends of their bodies, if they could now feel the Grace of God surging through their veins. They all nodded vigorously.

The final step toward confirmation was now at hand. Signaled with a nod from Father John, the Bishop rose and ceremoniously let his robe drop to the floor, revealing a young, firm body and a hard cock that must have been eight inches, if it was one. A special lambskin mat was placed before him.  He got down on all fours, facing to the side.

Father John announced, "Each of these lovely young men have now been infused with the precious sperm of God. To consummate his affirmation, each boy will put his own sperm into the body of His Worship, Bishop Frick."

Each boy was led up to stand behind the Bishop's gorgeous ass and told to fuck him. Each boy, with the technique of a professional cocksman, plowed the Bishop's ass. When each one had achieved his orgasm, he stood aside and let the next one tear into the holy asshole. After all nine had dumped their sperm into the Bishop's rectum, the Bishop stood and held his hands high in the air and shouted, "I feel the Power and Love of Jesus through the sacred sperm of these beautiful boys."

After being fucked by the nine boys, the Bishop looked a little unsteady and had to be helped back to his chair. As he walked, long streams of boy cum could be seen running down the backs and sides of his hairy legs. Several priests appeared and began scooping the runny semen off his legs and licking their fingers.

Father John once again stepped to the pulpit. "Wasn't that a lovely ceremony?"

Most of the congregation was not listening, but rather were busy filling up the collection cups or fucking each other's mouths.

"I can see," Father John said, "how moved most of you were by this ceremony."

After everyone pulled up their pants, zipped up, and secured their buckles, they began to drift out of the sanctuary. All the young boyish men, back in their clothes, received rounds of congratulations from the adults. Bishop Frick, with the help of Father John, was able to make it to the front step of the church to greet the parishioners as they left. He leaned heavily on Father John's shoulder with one hand, while he held the other against his ass. Rod Rivers and I, along with Ricky and Jesse, were the last to leave, but were asked to wait and have a seat in the last row of pews.

Father John and Bishop Frick sat with us. Frick put his hand on Jesse's crotch. "I watched you today, Jesse. You'll make a wonderful active member of our church. I knew it was you when you put your cock up my ass ... or rather when you put your penis in my anus. You are truly gifted.  I could feel that your sperm has a special holy quality to it. As soon as it entered me, I felt God's presence more than with any of the other boys.  I must insist that you and I perform this communion together often for the Love of Jesus."

"Okay," Jesse answered.

"Perhaps tomorrow," Frick said, "you can consummate the act by putting your sacred sperm into me through my mouth."

"Okay."

The Bishop then turned to Rod. "Mr. Rivers, I understand you were permitted to skip the confirmation ceremony because of your actions at our camp in the summer. All of our priests confirmed that they had each been filled with your sperm many times over, during those two weeks. That was nice, but that procedure was not approved by me. If you truly want to continue as a member of this church, you will have to perform the proper ceremony with me. It is the only way you can become one of God's children. I would ask that you accompany Jesse, here, tomorrow, and we'll complete the ceremony at that time."

"Yes, Your Worship," Rod said with great awe. I shall be there."

Bishop Frick reached over and unzipped Rod's fly and pulled out his penis, which grew hard in an instant. "Until then, Mr. Rivers, let me take some of your sperm."

Frick sucked Rod off to orgasm. Both Ricky and I had jacked off back in our pew earlier, but it was obvious our cocks were hard.

"Mr. Thompson," Frick said, "I must ingest some of yours since it's been a while."

I dragged out my cock and Frick fell upon it and sucked madly. I came within seconds.

Father John sat there squirming like a madman. "As long as you're taking their sperm, I think I should give Your Worship mine."

At that, Frick slipped off his robe and lay on his back on the pew with his legs in the air. "Yes, Father John, I must have your sperm up my ass."

Father John, also with his robe fallen to the floor, mounted the Bishop and gave him a really hard fuck. We could see sperm was still dripping out of Frick's asshole, and Father John's cock sounded as though it was sloshing through a pile of wet pudding as it pistoned in and out of the Bishop's asshole.

After saying goodbye to these two holy men, I suggested we all go back to my house for some refreshments. When we entered, my wife was out and the house was quiet. Before getting something to drink, we went upstairs and found Father Jurkins and Father Timothy lying naked next to each other on Ricky's bed. They were covered with sweat and cum that had been splattered on both their stomachs and faces.

"Well, I guess we all had a good time today," I said. "Look at that."

We left them and went downstairs. While I went to the kitchen to get some drinks, the others stripped off their clothes again and collapsed next to one another on the sofa.

"I think naked is the only way to have a good time with good friends," Rod said.

When I delivered the drinks, I stripped off my own clothes.

Jesse said, "I really loved fucking that Bishop. Especially with all the other guys' cum in it. What a cute ass he's got. I can't wait till tomorrow."

"I think he liked you, too," Rod said. "I can vouch for the fact that that cock of yours, Jesse, can give a heavenly good fuck."

We talked about the events of that day for awhile. Then both Father Jurkins and Timothy came wandering down the stairs.

"We heard your voices," Tim said. "I guess we'd fallen asleep."

They pushed themselves in between us on the sofa until our naked bodies were pressed together like sardines. We were startled to hear the doorbell ring.

When I answered it, there stood Father Bruce, legs apart, and without a shirt, revealing his gorgeous muscled torso.

"Are you going to let me in?" he said. "I gotta talk to you."

"Sure, Father Bruce. Come on in and join us."

To be continued...

Posted: 04/16/10