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

© 2010 by the author

Edit & Revised by: Gerry Young

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Chapter 9

Father Bruce stormed in and threw himself in a chair opposite the sofa, where the rest of us sat in a row with our bodies pressed together like sardines.

"That fucking, cocksucking mother-fucker," Father Bruce growled.

"To whom, may I ask, are you referring?" I asked with mock formality. I got up and went over and sat on the arm of his chair. I couldn't resist. I ran my hand over his hard pecs and down over the ridged muscles of his stomach. I slipped my hand down behind his belt buckle and into his soft, furry pubic hair.

"Father Asshole John. Who else? He told me I had to resign from the church." He looked up at me. "Get down a little lower, Roger, and rub my cock."

"Why did he want you to resign?" we all asked in unison, as I pushed my hand lower.

"He went into the restroom down at the bus station, as he always does, and while he was sitting on the fucking crapper, he looked through the glory hole into the next stall and saw a man sucking off a teenaged boy. Of course, he barged in on them, and it turned out the boy was the man's son. Asshole John then worked his fucking magic and talked them into coming to the church so he could convince them to join up."

"So?" we all asked in unison.

"Well, shit, I didn't know who the fuck they were, and when they came into the front door of the church, I was in the reception room. Both the man and the boy were so fucking hot looking, I invited them into another room where I sucked off the young man and fucked his father. When it was over, they told me they loved it, but would have to think about whether they'd become members. Just as they were leaving, Asshole John walked into the reception room. The man told him he'd already had a demonstration and they were going home to think about it. When they left, Asshole John went into a fucking rage. He apparently had the couch in his office all set up for his own demonstration. He told me right there and then he wanted my resignation."

"Well?" we all asked in unison.

"Fuck no. I don't give a shit about his fucking church. But I ain't gonna resign. I get too much good ass and cocksucking at that place. I'm not gonna give that up. I will remain Father Bruce, and there ain't a fucking thing he can do about it."

Father Jurkins, whose penis had risen to it's full height as Father Bruce spoke, leaned forward. "I don't think we've met, Father Bruce."

Father Bruce reached out and took Jurkins' hand. "You have nice fingers. Nice cock, too." Father Jurkins' face flushed and his penis bobbed up and down a few times, looking all the world as though it were a snake rising up in preparation to strike. Father Jurkins, of course, still believed this church was legitimate, and that the giving and taking of another's sperm was the way to inner peace.

Father Jurkins stood, his hard penis sticking straight out in front of him. "I believe, Father Bruce, if you would like to take my sperm into your body, you'll find the love of God will calm your spirit."

Bruce looked up and smiled. "I'll buy that."

Jurkins stepped close, and Bruce took hold of his engorged cock with one hand and cupped his balls in the other. He leaned forward and gently ran his lips over Jurkins' cock. We all sat there and watched the muscles in Jurkins' beautiful firm ass cheeks flexing as he bucked his hips and fucked Bruce's mouth. Bruce slipped down on his knees and took hold of those lovely ass cheeks and thrust them forward so that the full length could be swallowed into his throat. Within seconds, Father Jurkins called out, "Oh, sweet Jesus, I'm cumming. I could see his knees begin to buckle under the strain of his orgasm, and as Bruce swallowed the holy cream, he made a special effort to hold Jurkins upright until he'd finished.

Soon Father Bruce, who was by then supposedly filled with a fresh shot of Love from God, was on his way.

Father Timothy and Ricky excused themselves and crept upstairs to Ricky's room, ostensibly to revel anew for themselves in the Grace of God.

I had been so turned on by watching Father Jurkins fucking Father Bruce's mouth, that my own cock had become rigid and wet with semen. I said, "Do you think, Father Jurkins, that another ingestion of some hot sperm might be God's will?"

"Oh, yes," he said, as he flung himself onto my cock and ravenously sucked it. He was a great cocksucker, I said to myself. In only a minute or so, I filled his mouth with the precious liquid he craved. And my orgasm was lovely.

Father Jurkins sat up and, as he licked his lips vigorously, he looked at me rather earnestly. "You know, Roger, I'd been a Catholic all my life, and I have to admit there are certain things I miss that I think are essential. One of them is Confession."

I thought to myself, what is there to confess in this church? Everything we do is, or borders on, the sinful.

"I think," he went on, "that I should talk with Father John about instituting a policy of confession.

"What would people confess?" I asked.

"Well, in this church, it surely is considered a sin not to worship the holy seed. And there may very well be members who are neglecting to take one another's sperm into their bodies every day. Those people should be considered sinners against God, and should confess and receive absolution."

"That's an interesting thought," I said. "But do you think you can convince Father John to institute such a policy?"

"I owe it to God to try," he said.

The next day, I accompanied Father Jurkins to the church. We stopped at the young receptionist's desk and waited for him to recover from what appeared to be a very powerful orgasm, of which he was in the middle when we walked in. Breathlessly, he told us to go right on in to Father John's office.

When we opened the door, we found Father John lying naked on his couch with Father Bruce doing a number on his cock.

Father John held up his hand and said, "Hold it just a moment, gentlemen. I'm just ready to send my precious holy seed into Father Bruce's body."

We watched as Father John lurched his hips and groaned. Father Bruce busily lapped and swallowed the sacred seed.

"I thought you were no longer in the church," I said to Father Bruce.

Father John waved his arm and sat up. "Oh, I've forgiven him. I've realized his seed is too precious to give up. What can I do for you, my good man?"

"Father Jurkins wants to propose something to you," I said.

"Yes," Jurkins said, as he sat on the couch next to Father John. He swiped a bubble of cum off of Father John's penis and tasted it. "Mmmm. Yes, I'd like to propose that we require our parishioners to attend confession each week."

"Why the fuck … I mean, why should we do that?"

"So we can give absolution to those who have been delinquent in providing their sacred sperm to others."

"How would we know that?"

"The parishioners would come in on their own to confess their own sin. They would know the Grace of God would not enter their bodies unless they did their duty to God."

Father John looked at me. "Listen, Roger, you're a parishioner. Would you come in and confess if you hadn't fucked … I mean hadn't given your son your sperm for a week?"

"Oh, yes. Emphatically yes," I said. "And furthermore, to be absolved of our sin, you could very well require them to provide you with their sperm on the spot in the confessional. How would that be?"

A wide smile spread across Father John's face. "I think that would be lovely."

"Well, then, that's settled," I said. "We can begin with the confessions immediately after you make the announcement next Sunday. You can set up a couple of temporary confessionals in the back of the sanctuary."

"Oh, my, yes. How lovely that will be."

xxx

Father John made the announcement of the new requirement the next Sunday. A moan came up from the congregation, but their fears were immediately allayed when they learned they would need to accompany their confessions with donations of sperm extracted from them by the priest in the confessional.

After the confessionals were quickly put together and installed, Father Jurkins insisted he be the first to hear a confession.

I wanted to see how Father Jurkins would handle it. There was a small opening in the back of the confessional, where I could get a good view and hear what was said. I had thought that confessions had to be confidential, but Father Jurkins didn't seem to mind my witnessing it.

Since he was no longer bound by the rules of the Catholic church, he made up his own procedure. He made sure the screen between the priest and the confessor was thin enough where they could see each other clearly. He also talked and asked questions that were not part of the traditional Catholic protocol.

The first gentleman to enter said, "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."

"May I ask your name?"

"I'm Dr. Harry Baldrick."

"And what do you do for a living?"

"I'm a proctologist. I have a practice and I also conduct a class for medical students from over at the Catholic college in my clinic."

"Oh, lovely. Tell me about your sin."

"Well," Harry began, "I've been a loyal member of this church for almost two years, and I have never failed to either fuck or suck off my thirteen year old son, Stubby, at least three times a week. But last week I don't know what came over me. I ran into another church member and his son at the car repair place. Since we both had to wait for our cars, we thought we'd go over to the Burger King next door to wait. For some reason, we all ended up in the restroom there, and I fucked the man, and his son fucked me. It was so wonderful, it was all I could think about. We met at his office after hours every day for the rest of the week."

"But how about Stubby?"

"I felt terrible about it. I completely forgot about him that week. I feel so ashamed. I know that I have sinned against God."

"You have, indeed," said Father Jurkins. "I think it's high time you atoned for your sin. Before I can absolve you of your sin, you must give an offering."

"Yes, Father, I understand."

"You have a choice. Would you like to offer it up into my mouth or up my ass . . . I mean my anus?"

"I think up your ass would be best, Father."

With a single flourish, Father Jurkins robe flew off of him, revealing his totally naked body. He flung the dividing screen aside. The confessional was very small, allowing no room for them to lie down. Father Jurkins faced and leaned against the wall of the rickety little confessional. He took a bottle of sacred olive oil and squirted it on his asshole.

Dr. Baldrick dropped his pants and aimed his hard cock into Jurkins' ass crack. With little warning Baldrick plunged it into his asshole and began pounding away very vigorously. His fucking was almost animal like, and the little wooden confessional began to rock perilously on it's short legs. Baldrick growled with each thrust, slapping Jurkins on his ass cheeks each time. He was fucking Jurkins so hard, the priest had to lean heavily on the wall.

Suddenly, I saw the confessional rocking so violently, I reached out for it to hold it steady. But it was too late. The little enclosure tipped too far over and went crashing to the floor in splinters, leaving Dr. Baldrick and Father Jurkins still firmly attached but sprawled out across the wreckage.

Although Father Jurkins was moaning softly, Baldrick continued to pound his ass with fury. Suddenly raising his head like a lion about to roar, Baldrick started making a series of guttural growls as he vollied his hot sperm into the good Father's ass.

Several maintenance men and cleaning women gathered to view the pathetic sight. One of the men said, "Some of these church people will do anything for a good fuck."

Father John had heard the commotion and entered through the door on the altar. He ran down the aisle, yelling, "What the fuck is going on here."

"We had a little accident," I said, still smiling at the ridiculous sight of those two continuing to hump away on the wreckage. "Dr. Baldrick is atoning for his sin, as the good Father is offering him absolution."

Finally, having pumped a good load of sperm into Father Jurkin's asshole, Baldrick tried to stand, but got his legs all tangled up in his pants that were now twisted around his ankles. He fell to the floor and began crawling toward the door.

"This is ridiculous," Father John said. "I was against this fucking idea to begin with. Taking one's sperm into one's body is a sacred act, not a fucking sideshow."

Father Jurkins finally rose to his feet and searched through the rubble for his robe. I could see Baldrick's cum running down he back of his leg.

I went to Dr. Baldrick and helped him to his feet where I could get his pants pulled up. We sat for a few moments in the last row of pews.

"Dr. Baldrick," I said, "I can't help but comment on that large package you carry there between your legs. I've never seen such huge, luscious balls. Those balls must produce an enormous amount of sperm."

"Oh, yes. My son's little rectum can hardly hold it all." Baldrick reached over and felt my own package. "You're not so bad yourself."

"Since you're a proctologist, I've been wanting to talk with you about something. I've been rather distressed recently that I'm beginning to find it hard to get my cock really hard and then to sustain it. I see all these ads about erectile disfunction. I wonder if . . . ."

Baldrick smiled. "Why don't you come to my office so I can examine you, Roger. You're still a relatively young man. That problem is normally seen only in older men. Your problem may be due to something else. I'll need to examine your prostate."

"I've heard about those exams. You have to stick your finger up my ass."

"Yes, it's very pleasant."

The next day, I called for an appointment with Dr. Baldrick. I was fortunate to get in to see him the very next afternoon. He headed up a large, beautifully equipped clinic, and I was most impressed. In the examining room, he had me strip down completely and lean over the examining table. I felt his finger entering my asshole and pressing against and massaging my prostate. It felt rather good.

"Roger, it feels smooth and soft with no lumps that might indicate cancer. It's important, though, for good prostate health to have it massaged periodically."

"I would think in that case," I said, "that having cocks up my ass frequently would give it all the massaging it needs."

"That's true, Roger. Let me tell you about my work here. I am under contract to St. Joseph's Medical College to provide instruction to it's medical students as to the care and treatment of the prostate. I teach them the technique of giving prostate exams and what to look for. In addition to that, since I am concerned with the reproductive system, I feel bound to teach them the importance of sperm and its sacred qualities.

Being a devout member of our church, I believe I should do missionary work in promoting the love of sperm. "

"You mean . . . .?

"Yes, I've convinced many of these young men that to take sperm into their bodies is a holy act."

"But how . . . .?

"It was as you said, Roger. The penis does the prostate massage as well as the finger can, but at the same time pumps the Grace of God into their bodies."

"That's fascinating," I said. "Perhaps you should write an article on your discovery and have it published in a medical journal."

"Well, I don't think so, yet. The procedure does have it's detractors." Baldrick smiled at me. "I don't know when you were last fucked, but would you like me to put my sperm into your body, as my students are learning to do.

"Of course," I said as I leaned over the table again.

After I heard his pants drop to the floor, I felt his hard penis pressing against my asshole, and then the head popping in past my sphincter muscle.

"Do you feel my penis rubbing against your prostate, Roger?"

"Yes, it feels wonderful."

Baldrick pounded his cock harder and harder into my ass and, in seconds, I felt it throbbing violently inside of me.

When the examination was over, I got dressed, and he beckoned me to sit down.

"I've had great success in bringing most of my students around to the worship of sperm. Some have even decided to join the Church of the Holy Seed. But I have had some problems. In teaching the procedure, I need someone to assist me."

"To assist you?" I asked.

"Yes. Someone they can practice the procedure on. I would like to ask you, Roger, if you would like to come here at least two afternoons a week and let my students practice on you. I have about twelve to fifteen students in each class."

Twelve to fifteen. Wow. That excited me. "Well, doctor, I'd like that. Would you object if I brought my son Ricky. Perhaps he and I could share your students' cocks."

"Why certainly, Roger. Some of the Catholic priests and Brothers over at the college have also expressed an interest in helping in that way. But they seem to be so undependable. There are two priests that are fascinated by my devotion to sperm in God's name, and I have a feeling they may wish to help us with our work at the Church of the Holy Seed."

Ricky and I arrived at Dr. Baldrick's office early the following Monday afternoon. Waiting there were eight young medical students, ready for their instruction. Baldrick explained to me that these eight had indeed been convinced by him that the ingestion of sperm into the body was an important way to worship God, and at the same time, a hard penis in treating the prostate did the job as well as the finger could.

Baldrick removed all his clothes. "Now please all strip down to nothing. You, too, Roger and Ricky. Now Roger, lean over the table and we'll begin. Each of you will push your finger up through Roger's anus with the ball of your finger facing up. Press gently all around on the prostate. If it feels nice and soft, it will be an indication that there is no cancer. Then remove your finger. I see all of you are nice and hard. Then push your hard penis into his anus and fuck him until you cum. As I've explained to you already, sharing your sacred sperm with him will result in the warm feeling of the love of God in both of you."

As I leaned over the table, one by one, I felt a finger press on my prostate, and then a hard cock moving in and out of my ass. Some pounded me pretty hard, and others were more gentle. The third one to fuck me was successful in getting me off, and I shot a good sized load onto the floor and all over my feet. After four of them had finished with me I stood up and felt sperm running down the backs of my legs. Ricky jumped over and licked my legs clean.

"Now, Ricky," said Baldrick, "if you will kindly take on the remaining four."

I stood with the first four students as I watched Ricky getting fucked. I felt the hand of the student standing next to me running his hand over my ass cheeks, and then his finger snaking its way up my asshole. He whispered in my ear.

"I loved fucking you, Mr. Thompson. I was number two. And I'm thinking of converting from Catholicism to your church. Dr. Baldrick explained to us the basis of your worship."

I whispered back. "We'll be very glad to have you. And I don't mind telling you, you were the best fuck of the four of you. What's your name?"

"Benny Butticker.

"Good. Give me a call sometime, and we'll talk." Benny was an adorable young man. He'd given me one of the best fucks I'd had all month.

I saw that Ricky shot his load, also, but he did it with the very first student. When he was through, I did as he did, and licked off the cum of those students from the back of Ricky's legs.

In the following weeks, Ricky and I serviced other groups of Dr. Baldrick's students. When Father John eventually heard about how I was helping out the good doctor, and that many of these students were interested in joining the church, he told Baldrick that he wished to have a reception one evening in the parish hall for him and his students where they would learn more about the church and meet some of the priests.

On the night of the reception, Baldrick appeared with thirty-two of his students. Father John had also asked his nine priests to be there, along with a number of male parishioners and their young sons. A bar had been set up, and the church ladies brought food, setting up a rather elaborate buffet.

When all had gathered, Father John stood on a platform and spoke. He wore a long white robe with nothing under it. It hung open in the front, revealing his good sized cock and balls.

"I want to welcome you to our church. I hope you will enjoy the drinks and the food. I hope you will all have a chance to meet some of our parishioners and their young sons, as well as our priests. We want you to learn about our church and the way in which we worship God. As you can see, we proudly allow our penises and our sacred balls to be shown prominently as we gather. You will notice the priests are without clothes, and stand proudly in their nakedness before God. We encourage all of you to remove your clothing and hang them in the cloakroom. We have an attendant who will watch them."

Many of the adult parishioners and their sons removed their clothes immediately.

"As you know," Father John continued, "we worship sperm here by ingesting it into one another's bodies. This can be done either through the mouth or through the anus. Our priests and parishioners here tonight will freely demonstrate how this is done with each other and with any of you who wish to learn the technique while you're here. I know that since all our guests are students of our dear Dr. Baldrick, you probably already know the technique. I am particularly glad to see several Catholic priests and Brothers from St. Joseph's with us tonight."

All of the guests, except for the Catholic priests, began removing their clothes and partaking in the alcoholic drinks and food.

As I was standing with Ricky eating some shrimp, one of the Catholic priests approached me.

"You're Roger Thompson, aren't you. I'm Father Assimoff. I'm intrigued by what you do here."

"Yes, Father. The worship of sperm is very important to us."

I could see small beads of sweat on Father Assimoff's forehead. He seemed nervous.

"I know that what we do here," I said, "must be quite foreign to you, being a Catholic priest."

He look around nervously. "Well, not exactly. My colleagues don't know this, but I do masturbate every day."

"If you masturbate, Father, you must have fantasies of the kind of things we do here."

"Why yes, quite frankly, I do."

Father Assimoff's eyes scanned mine and Ricky's naked bodies. "Yes, yes, I do."

"There's no reason why you can't experience it right now," I said as I felt my penis stiffening. Ricky was now hard, also. I looked around and saw that two of the other priests were in the process of shedding their clerical garb.

"I see a couple of your colleagues are getting comfortable. You don't want to be left out, do you?"

Father Assimoff hesitated. Then Ricky stepped forward. "Please Father, I'd like to give you some of my sperm. I promise you that you'll feel the Grace of God spreading through you when you take it. Please. You just need to kneel down and take my penis in your mouth."

He quickly fell to his knees and quickly sucked in Ricky's blazing cock and sucked it like it was the first meal he'd had in months. He cupped Ricky's balls with one hand and buried his other hand in Ricky's ass crack. When Ricky shot his load into the good Father's mouth, I could tell he swallowed every drop.

"Now, Father, don't you feel the warmth spreading through your veins?"

He collapsed into a sitting position on the floor. "Yes, yes, I feel it. Praise God!"

I got down with him and said, "Here, let me help you out of those clothes." He eagerly stripped, and Ricky took the garments to the cloakroom.

I couldn't help but saying, "You have a beautiful body, Father. You need to share it, as well as your own sperm. I'd love to have some of your sacred sperm right now."

Father Assimoff's eyes lit up.

"I think I'd like to take your sperm up through my asshole." I leaned over the dessert table and reached back and spread my cheeks. "Have you ever fucked anyone before?"

"No. But I've dreamed of it."

With that, he brought his hips close to my ass and pushed his gorged cock into me with no effort.

"Now do you know how to fuck me?"

"Oh, yes. I've seen it many times on my computer. You know, those porno sites?

He pounded my asshole like a Pro. He was beathing hard and puffing like a raging bull. Ricky returned and stood behind him, reaching around and pinching his large hard nipples.

Father Assimoff groaned and growled out the words, "Fuck, fuck, fuck your mother-fucking asshole."

The good father learned more than how to fuck from the internet. When he pulled out, Ricky knelt down and sucked the remainder of his cum out of his wilting cock.

As the evening progressed, I happened to notice Father Assimoff busily sucking off several of our priests and young parishioners. I was convinced we'd won him over.

It was not long after that when the whole room was filled with a seething orgy. The medical students seemed to favor the young boys, who were happily ingesting huge quantities of cum, both through their mouths and through their assholes. I saw Ricky squatting over one of the Catholic priests head and letting a huge quantity of cum pour out of his asshole onto the priest's face.

Around midnight, I noticed Father John lying on the floor with Father Bruce's cock up his ass. They had both gotten stinking drunk and were totally passed out.

Many of the medical students were also passed out and lay mingled with parishioners and boys and priests in a tangle of arms and legs and cocks.

Ricky and I left and drove home, full of God's sacred cream.

Father Jurkins hadn't attended and had opted to stay back at our house with Father Timothy. They had become quite close and had been sleeping together exclusively for some weeks.

Ricky and I slept together that night in my bed. I'd been a little jealous of him for having been fucked by so many guys that night. Ricky went directly to sleep, but I stayed awake with my face down in his crotch, sucking out of his asshole some of the huge amount of cum he was still carrying up in his rectum. I, too, fell asleep and woke up the next morning with my face covered with crusty flakes of dried cum.

I went into the bathroom and found Father Jurkins and Father Timothy in the shower together. Jurkins was bent over while Tim pounded his ass with his cock. It looked like fun, and I jumped in with them. I stood in from of Jurkins and fed my hard cock into his mouth. I felt his tongue trying to push its way into my pee hole, then slashing vigorously around the head. The water was pouring down over our heads, and my wet hair fell down over my eyes. I soon felt the tingle in my abdomen that signaled my orgasm was about to overtake me. When I saw Timothy's face beginning to contort, I knew he was about to cum. So I let my own orgasm sweep over me at the same time Timothy had his. We shot our cum into both ends of Father Jurkins at the same time.

I quickly lay on my back on the floor of the shower and beckoned Jurkins to sit on my face so I could suck out all of Timothy's cum from his asshole. It was so delicious. As I did so, Timothy threw himself across Jurkins' legs and sucked him to orgasm. After catching our breath, I stood up. They both carefully washed my body, kissing and licking almost every inch of my skin as they went.

That day, Father Jurkins and I went to see Father John about the Confessional. When we arrived, in his office, we saw Father John's lovely round ass cheeks rising and falling as he fucked someone lying beneath him on the couch with his legs in the air.

As we approached, Father Jurkins gasped. "Father Assimoff! What are you doing here?"

Assimoff said, "Father Jurkins! What are you doing here?"

As Father John continued to pound his cock into Assimoff's asshole, he said, "Please be quiet. I am performing an ordination rite. When I have sent my seed into him, he will then be an ordained priest of the Church of the Holy Seed."

We both stood stunned with our mouths open. In no more than a minute, both Father John and Father Assimoff began to groan and growl. As Father John's sperm shot into the asshole of his new priest, Father Assimoff went through his own orgasm and shot his load onto his stomach. Father John pulled out and quickly licked up Assimoff's cum from his stomach.

Finally, when they both rose to their feet, Father Assimoff stood naked in front of Father Jurkins.

"My God," Jurkins said, "I can't believe this. You're leaving the Church and coming here with us?"

"Yes. And you're also in this church, now?"

Jurkins turned to me and said, "Father Assimoff and I were very good friends in Seminary and we served together in two different Catholic parish churches. We lost track of each other."

They both flew into each other's arms. Jurkins moved his hand down Assimoff's stomach and took hold of his dripping cock. "I've wanted you since the day we met, Ernst. I didn't know."

"And I've wanted you, too, from our first day in Seminary."

They stood there and kissed and fondled each other. I told them they were welcome to go back to my house if they wished to get reacquainted.

Assimoff got dressed and they both left with hardly a goodbye."

"I like to see old friends find each other again," Father John said. "It almost puts a tear in my eye."

"I think so, too," I said. "Father Assimoff fucked me at the party. It was his first time. Probably the best fuck I'd had in a month."

"How lovely. Now, what had you come to see about?'

"I think Father Jurkins forgot why he'd come. "He wanted to talk with you about having the confessional rebuilt. Stronger this time."

"Oh yes. I've already talked to Father Bruce about it. He's a strapping young man and has had carpentry experience. He volunteered to build a new one for us. I get angry with that boy sometimes, but I like him. His sperm is so rich and, when I take into my body, I feel God's love surging through me more than from anyone else."

"Oh, come on," I said. "Don't give me that bullshit. You've known that I knew you were a fraud from way back. You don't have to play that act with me."

"Well, I know. And I've trusted you keep your fucking mouth shot. Except, of course, when you're taking a good hot load it. I'm sure all my priests believe this crap. All except Bruce. But he plays the game. All those mother-fucking parishioners think it's real."

"I wouldn't count on it. A lot of them belong to this fucking church just so they can have a place fuck and suck cocks. It gives a lot of them a sort of legitimacy to fuck their sons."

Just then, the cute little guy who was the receptionist poked his head in the door. "Father John, there is a young man here who says he's been looking for a church and wants to find out more about this one."

"Send him in."

A truly beautiful young man in a business suit entered. He was blond and as tan as a surfer. I saw Father John's eyes go wide.

"Sit down, young man. Can I help you."

"Yes," he said with a strong masculine voice. "I've been feeling as though I should have some religion in my life, and have been looking around at various churches. I just wasn't satisfied with all the mumbo-jumbo I was hearing. And then I saw your sign out front."

I noticed him staring at the large sculpted cock and balls on the wall behind Father John's desk. It was like a repeat of the first day I walked into this place.

"I see you looking at the sculpture."

"Yes. What is it."

"It is the symbol of our church. It is a penis and a scrotum."

"What?"

"Yes. This church worships sperm. The fluid of life given to us by God. The sperm comes from the testicles and is carried out by the penis."

The young man began to smile. "You mean that cock and balls is what you worship?"

"Please, young man. We do not use street language in this church. The penis and testicles of every man is sacred."

I sat back and smiled to myself. He was having the same reaction I had when I first walked into this office.

"Our parishioners produce their sperm and it is put into the bodies of other parishioners. It's a very beautiful thing. And when we take into our bodies the sperm of others, we feel God's grace spreading over us."

"How . . . I mean . . . How do you . . .?

"The sperm of our fellow men enters out bodies through either our mouths or the anus."

The young man shook his head. "You mean you're all a bunch of fuckers and cocksuckers?"

"I reiterate. We do not use such street language here. I think it is only fair that you be given a demonstration of how we worship sperm and receive the blessing of God. I want to introduce you to Mr. Roger Thompson. He is one of our most devout parishioners. And your name is?"

"My name is Greg Simon." His mouth fell open as Father John stood and let his robe fall off his body, revealing his full nakedness and a very hard cock.

"Now, Mr. Thompson, if you would kindly disrobe and present your sacred penis to me."

I stripped off all my clothes and stepped before his holiness. Father John knelt in front of me and took my cock fully into his mouth. Greg stepped closer with a look of astonishment on his face. Father John sucked my whole cock into his throat and ran his lips over the entire length of it. In and out it went, faster and faster. I could see out of the corner of my eye that Greg had developed a bulge. His hand went down to it and massaged it lightly.

Father John pulled off briefly and said to Greg. "It's all right son, if you wish to stroke your penis during the demonstration. You may free your penis from its constraints."

Greg looked as though he was becoming frantic. He unzipped his pants and dragged out a beautiful hard cock that was longer and fatter than anything I'd seen in a long time. He began stroking it as he stared fixedly at my cock going in and out of Father John's mouth.

Father John sucked harder and harder as he fondled my balls. After several minutes, I felt my orgasm building and started bucking my hips toward the good Father's mouth. I let our a short cry as I felt the muscle at the base of my cock cramping and sending volley after volley of cum into his mouth.

Soon, Father John pulled off and threw his hands in the air. "Oh, my Jesus. I feel your love surging through my body. And the giving of his sperm has also given Mr. Thompson all the warmth of God's Grace."

Greg continued to stare at my cock as he stroked, like he was in a trance.

Father John put his hand on Greg's shoulder. "My son, you must experience this wonderful love of God yourself so you will know God's power. May I suggest that you put your own sperm into Mr. Thompson's body?"

"Well, I . . . ." Greg looked as though he was in a fog.

"You will experience this wonderful phenomenon best if you send it into his body through his anus. Would you do that?"

"Yes."

As I laid down on the couch, Father John helped Greg out of his clothes. Greg looked as though he'd been hypnotized.

I was so horny looking at Greg's erotic tanned body with the soft blond hair covering his beautiful legs. I raised my thighs up against my chest and watched this naked Adonis mounting me. His cock was shiny and slippery looking from all the pre-cum that had been oozing out of it. I felt his cock slipping into my ass crack and pressing against my asshole. He gave a little shove and the head popped in. I felt his huge cock sliding into my rectum, filling it up like it never had been. The muscles in his glorious chest and stomach rippled at each thrust. I held onto his strong arms covered with soft hair, and felt the sinews moving as he pounded himself into me. The look in his face was almost like he was deranged. Sweat began running off his face onto my stomach. In almost no time, I could feel his cock enlarging inside of me. His breathing became more rapid. Suddenly he threw his head back and waved it from side to side as I felt the warmth of his cum flowing into my rectum. He continued to thrust his hips as though the surges of sperm would never stop.

Soon Greg collapsed on top of me with our hard cocks pressed together. I took a chance and held his head close to mine. I kissed him on the lips. He didn't move his head away, so I kissed him again. As I did, I felt his lips parting and his tongue coming out to meet mine. We kissed and explored each other's mouth with our tongues for several long minutes.

Father John stepped over and took hold of Greg's arm, suggesting that he get up. Greg stood up, still looking as though he was in dream. I remained seated just behind him. I couldn't resist reaching out and running my fingers over his little melon-like ass cheeks.

"Now," Father John said, "the Grace of God has filled your body."

Greg got dressed and told Father John that he did feel the Grace of God, and that he wanted to join this church.

I left with Greg, and when we were out on the sidewalk, he said. "I liked that, Mr. Thompson. I've never felt anything like that. You know, fucking a guy in the ass. But I have to tell you, I lied when I said I felt God's whatever it was filling my body. I just had a great orgasm. That was all."

"Well, Greg, most of us don't feel anything. We just pretend we do so we can stay connected with this church. Most of us are here so we can enjoy all the good fucking and sucking. There are several of the priests and a lot of the men and their sons who are really good fucks and cocksuckers. So you might want to stick around."

"Did you say men and their sons?"

"Yeah, more than half the congregation are fathers and sons."

"Wow. I don't have a son, but I've got a fifteen-year-old brother who might like this. He and I have played around a little. We jerk each other off and suck each other sometimes. But we've never fucked. Not yet anyway."

"I think he'd like this church. But you'll have to get used to having him sucked and fucked by all the priests and a lot of the adult men and their sons."

"Well, my brother's a hot little fucker. I think he could get used to that.

Getting fucked by that gorgeous young man was hot. I was hard all the way home thinking about him.

When I arrived home, I found Father Timothy sitting in the living room watching a really good porno flick.

"Where's Father Jurkins," I asked.

Tim looked rather sullen. "Oh he's upstairs with some other guy he dragged in here. Ricky went out."

"Oh, that must be Father Assimoff, an old friend of Father Jurkins.:

"Yeah, they must be pretty good friends. They've been upstairs fucking each other all afternoon."

"Didn't they include you?"

"Shit, no."

I sat down next to Tim on the sofa and put my arm around his shoulder. I was secretly glad Tim wasn't with Jurkins. From the moment I met Tim, way back at the cabin, I was in love with him. I hadn't had his beautiful sexy body in my arms since Jurkins came to stay here. Tim was the one who'd been in my fantasies ever since I met him. He was such a gentle person and so loving.

Ricky understood how I felt about Tim, and he'd encouraged me. I wanted Tim to live with us permanently, and I'd help him look for a job. But then Father Jurkins came on the scene and it looked like they would both go off and live together somewhere. But now, hopefully, Fathers Jurkins and Assimoff would go off by themselves somewhere and leave my sweet Timothy here with me and Ricky.

I sat with Timothy a long time, not talking, but with his head lying against my chest and my hand brushing back his thick curly hair from his forehead.

Soon, Father's Jurkins and Assimoff came down the stairs and into the living room.

"We've got some news for you, Roger," Jurkins said. "Ernst and I have decided to live in a house that he owns on the other side of town. He's been renting it to others, but he'll tell them they have to get out."

"That's great news," I said, trying to keep the relief out of my voice.

As they walked out the front door, I leaned my head down and kissed my sweet Timothy's hair. "Tim? Did you hear that?"

Tim nodded.

"Come on, my beloved man, let's go on upstairs. I think we need to rest for a while.

To be continued...

Posted: 04/23/10