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

© 2010 by the author

Edit & Revised by: Gerry Young

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Chapter 11

On my way home for supper late one afternoon, I stopped by the church for my daily confession. On the front step, I saw a sign that read, FREE MARRIAGE COUNSELING. I thought there must be some mistake. Inside, I found an unusually long line of men and boys waiting to give their confessions. Instead of waiting with them, I went directly to Father John's office. There I found him stretched out on his couch with Father Bruce, each taking communion. Although Father John's mouth was filled with Father Bruce's gorged penis, he managed to smile at me and wave his hand for me to take a seat.

As I watched these two perfect naked bodies gently pressed together in the 69 position, it seemed to me that it would make a perfect sculpture that would rival Michelangelo's Pieta. I watched as they entered their orgasms simultaneously and filled each other with their warm and holy fluid. The room was filled with the smell of semen and sweat. It was inspiring to see the warmth of God's love flowing into their bodies, even though I knew it was all a bunch of bullshit.

Father Bruce rose and, before leaving, put his hands on either side of my head and kissed me, allowing me to taste Father John's sacred sperm that covered his lips.

Father John, still naked, went directly to his desk chair. Still rather breathless, he said, "Nice to see you, Roger. What's on your mind?"

"I noticed that sign out in front about free marriage counseling. What's that all about?"

"Oh, Roger, what better place than the church for people in troubled marriages to find peace. I just thought that we should expand our mission."

"But you're not married and you haven't a clue as to what it takes to have a happy marriage."

"What I do know, Roger, is that many marriages falter because of sexual problems. So few people have learned the healing power of sperm. The secret is in the holiness of a man's sperm. Too many people don't understand that."

"But believing how wonderful sperm is surely can't fix a broken marriage. It's more complicated than that."

"My first couple will be coming here tomorrow afternoon. I'd like you to be here. You'll see for yourself."

"But, Father John, they'll want privacy when they talk with you."

"I'll simply explain you are an apprentice at this and that you are in training to become a therapist."

The following afternoon, I sat in Father John's office awaiting the clients. When they arrived, I was stunned at the beauty of the man. They must have been in their early thirties. The woman had a sour look on her face and was clearly uncomfortable being there. Father John introduced them to me as Hank and Betty Cockstone. He asked them to tell him what their problem was.

"We're just not compatible," Betty growled.

"In what way?" Father John asked. "Is your sexual life all right?"

"What sexual life?" Hank muttered.

"You mean your sex is not satisfactory?"

"I mean we don't have any."

"Is it that you don't want any sex?"

Betty spoke up and jerked her head toward Hank. "He doesn't want any."

"It's her that doesn't want any," Hank countered.

"It isn't that I don't want it," Betty said. "You're never ready. You just lie there without---you know."

"Without an erection?" Father John asked.

"Well you just lie there, too," Hank said, "like you don't care whether I fuck you---I mean have sex with you or not."

"Listen, Hank," Betty said. "You could at least do something to make me want it. A limp penis is not very inspiring."

Father John held up his hand. "Now settle down you two. You must agree there can be no satisfying sex unless your husband's penis is hard and rigid. You could do something, Betty, to help it get hard."

"Oh, I see," Betty said. "It's all my fault. Is that it?"

"Not entirely. But a man needs stimulation to get a hard-on. Have you ever thought of being oral with him?"

"What's that?"

"It's when you take your husband's soft penis in your mouth and stimulate it with your lips and tongue. This is a foolproof way of getting it hard."

"Oh, my God!" Betty croaked.

"You can also massage his balls---I mean his testicles with your fingers or tongue."

"That's sick," Betty said. "What good would that do?"

"Well, perhaps I should show you what good that will do," Father John said. "Now, Hank, pull down your pants and lie there on the couch."

Hank did what he was told. He lay there with his pants and underwear down around his ankles and his soft penis flopped over to one side. I couldn't take my eyes off his good looking tanned legs with a dusting of soft hair covering them, as well as the lovely set of balls that lay sprawled on the couch between his legs.

Father John knelt beside Hank and, taking hold of the flaccid penis, slipped his lips over it. Gently sucking on it, he was able to bring it into a full rigid erection in only a minute or two. He pulled off and held the turgid rod between his fingers.

"You see, Betty, this is what you should do to get him nice and hard. Then it will slip very easily into your---you know. Kneel down here, Betty, and let me see you try it."

With a horrified look on her face, Betty, got down on her knees and looked at the throbbing member. Her eyes seemed as big as saucers. I could tell she badly wanted that humongous cock in her mouth. She leaned over and touched the tip of her tongue to her husband's pee hole and the sticky liquid that was bubbling out of it. She moved her lips down over it as she began fondling his balls.

Hank had his eyes closed and was moaning softly.

Father John said, "Now one of the most wonderful things you can do is to take him to orgasm and take his sperm into your mouth and swallow it."

Betty pulled off suddenly. "Oh, I can't do that!"

"I understand," Father John said. "Most of the time you'll want him to shoot his cum into your pussy, but sucking his penis is also wonderful for both of you. Let me show you.

Father John took Hanks blazing prick into his mouth once again and sucked it fast and hard. Within minutes, Hank let out a yell and shot his load down the Holy Father's throat.

As Hank lay there gasping for air, Father John sat back on his haunches and opened his mouth so Betty could see the remnants of her husband's sperm.

"This is something very important I need to talk with you both about. The importance of sperm in your lives. It is the sacred cream given to us by God. Do you have a church you both go to?"

"No," Betty said. "We don't believe in that stuff. The only reason we came here was to get some marriage counseling."

"You've come to the right place, my dear. Here in this church we worship sperm. And when we ingest the sperm of others into our bodies, we feel, like never before, the warm blessings and love of God spreading through us. In your case, you can take it in through both your mouth and your pussy---I mean your vagina. With your husband's warm sperm now in my gut, I feel His love surging through my limbs.

"I never realized," Betty said. "But how about Hank?"

"He must have sperm injected into his body, also."

"But how?"

"By joining this church, he will be able to regularly take in the sacred sperm of our priests and some of our faithful parishioners. Hank can take their sperm in the same way I took his sperm a few minutes ago---through the mouth. He can also take it through his asshole---I mean his anus."

"My God, how could he possibly do that?" Betty said.

At that point, I was almost unbearably hard and worked up. I spoke up. "Father John, perhaps you would let me demonstrate the procedure on Hank for their benefit."

When Father John nodded, I said, "In order to show how this is done, I think we need to be completely naked."

As I removed all my clothes, revealing my totally naked body with my blazing hard-on sticking straight out, I could see Betty moving her hand furtively over her crotch. Hank removed all of his clothes, also. A long elastic string of pre-cum dangled from my pee hole almost to the floor.

Hank was on his back. Climbing up on the couch, I lifted his beautiful legs up high. Spreading his ass cheeks, I slowly buried my face in his crack where I lubricated his asshole with copious amounts of saliva. The slight sweaty smell of his crotch turned me on big-time. By this time, I could see Betty's hand moving quite vigorously over the spot on her dress that covered her pussy.

"Now Hank," I said, "I'm going to push my cock into you very slowly, and please let me know if it hurts too much."

As I pushed the whole length of it into his rectum, Hank made not a sound, but lay moaning softly with pleasure. I began to pound him hard and fast. I slowed down for a moment and leaned over and kissed him. I couldn't resist his beautiful full lips. I pushed my tongue between them and found his own tongue. He continued to moan softly.

Suddenly, I heard Betty growl and knew she had brought herself to orgasm with her hand as she looked on. I continued to piston my cock in and out of Hank's hot cavity, but couldn't hold it any longer. Surge after surge coursed up my shaft into Hank's bowels as my orgasm took a grip on my entire body.

When it was over, I slowly slipped my blazing cock out of his hole. Hank lay there, still with his eyes closed and still moaning.

Father John stepped close. "Do you feel it, Hank? Did you feel the grace of God sweeping through you?"

"Yes," Hank whispered. "Yes, I feel it. The blessing of the Lord."

Father John turned to Betty. "Now, you can see how important you are in setting the stage for satisfying sex. You have to be the key in getting him hard. Not only by sucking his penis until it's hard, but loving his whole body. It's called foreplay. Run your tongue over his balls and in and around his crotch. Massage his whole body with your tongue and your fingers. Let him, from time to time, also ejaculate his sperm onto your body, as well as into it."

Betty continued to sit limply in her chair. "I think I understand. I never thought that a man could be fucked. I mean."

"It's all right. Fucking is what it is. You can also be fucked in your asshole. I understand a lot of women enjoy that, too."

I could see that Father John had an enormous bulge, and I could see on his face that he needed to get rid of a load. "Father John," I said, "you mentioned to them that Hank could also ejaculate onto his wife's body.

Perhaps you'd like to demonstrate."

We looked at Betty, and she simply shook her head and said, "I don't think I'm ready for that. Maybe when we get home."

I turned to Hank. "Hank, did you enjoy having the good Father suck your penis?"

"Oh, yes. I've never felt anything like it."

"Perhaps," I said, "you could return the favor to Father John. I think with the help he has given you today, he'd be paid in full if you would suck his penis, too."

Hank looked apprehensive, but seemed to understand that it would be the right thing to do. He sat up on the couch and nodded to Father John, who walked over to him and dropped his pants to the floor. He brought his large rigid penis close to Hank's lips. Hank dutifully took hold of it and slipped his lips over it. When he started sucking it harder and faster, I knew that Hank was enjoying having a hard cock in his mouth. Once again, Betty was excited. This time, however, she hiked her skirt up enough to get her fingers into her pussy.

Father John had his hands on the back of Hank's head and was bucking his hips. He fucked the young man's mouth vigorously. Then suddenly he pulled out and pushed Hank down flat on his back. Leaning over and growling loudly, he shot load after load of his thick white cum all over Hank's face. Betty let out a muffled yell as yet another orgasm swept through her body. Almost instinctively, Hank ran his tongue over his lips to get as much of Father John's cum as he could into his mouth. Again, I couldn't resist and fell upon Hank's body where I cleaned up every drop of Father John's sperm with my tongue.

Betty said, "Would we need to come to the church for Hank to receive the holy sperm?"

"Oh no," Father John said. "One of our priests, or even one of our parishioners could go to your house, where it could be performed in your own bedroom."

I spoke up. "Yes, I'd be glad to visit you whenever you wished to fill your body, Hank, with my own holy sperm."

"That would be wonderful," Hank said. "But we have a sixteen-year-old son, and the house is small. I'm not sure that having three of us locked away in our bedroom would look right to him."

"How delightful," Father John said with a broad smile. "We've confirmed many boys your son's age in our church. Sperm is important to boys, as well as to grown men. At his age, I'm certain that he masturbates, and so he knows about sperm and orgasms and so forth. He needs to be taught about the sacredness of his sperm and the importance of taking other men's sperm into his body.

Please bring him around, and my priests and I will be glad to give him the religious instruction he needs. In that way, he will come to understand about his own father's need for sperm."

"Yes, I know he masturbates," Hank said. "I've watched him do it several times from the dark of the hall outside his room. He didn't know I was there."

"Well, Hank, if you watched several times, it obviously gave you much pleasure to see him ejaculate his sperm. But just think. All that sperm that poured out of his penis went to waste. It just got wiped up and discarded. He needs to learn about the holiness of his sperm and how it can be a form of God's grace to other men, as our sperm here was to you today."

Betty said, "We'll try to bring him in tomorrow, Father John."

Before Hank and Betty left, they thanked Father John profusely for helping them. Betty promised she would do everything for Hank that we suggested. And they would praise God and worship sperm in every way they could from then on.

Father John said, "Now, Hank, remember that in order to continue to have God's blessings, you must regularly imbibe in the sperm of others. This means you must be confirmed in our church and receive the holy sacrament from our priests as often as possible. Our parishioners, such as Roger Thompson here, will also help you. And to be sanctified, you will also need to share your own holy sperm with those of us who believe. And as for you, Betty, you now know how to get your husband excited enough to have all the fucking you want in either one of your holes or even in your mouth.

After Hank and Betty departed, I said, "Well, Father John, you pulled that one off pretty shrewdly. All this business of feeling god's love by choking down another guy's cum."

"It's the power of suggestion, my boy. Pure suggestion."

"You're such a fucking fraud," I said. "If it weren't for my own love of cum, I'd have been out of here long ago. By the way, that was really hot, looking at Hank with all your thick cum splattered all over his face. He really loved it. And you even convinced him that their son needs to get involved."

"I think, Roger, we're going to see more of Hank."

"And how about his wife."

"Fuck her. I don't give a fucking shit about her. Most mother-fucking women don't have a fucking clue what a man needs. But any man who's had the privilege of an experience with another man never turns back."

"You're such a cynic, Father John. You're really nothing but a common cum-slut."

"Of course, I'm a cum-slut. Why do you think I founded this fucking church? By the way, I have a new priest, Roger. His name is Father Dick. Such a dear, sweet man. I don't think you've met him. He's very devout. Every morning he favors me with a cum facial. His cum is so sweet and thick. If you'll be around tomorrow, I'll introduce him to you.

Always curious, I made a point of stopping at the church the next day to meet Father Dick. I caught the receptionist once again enjoying a blow job from some person crouched under the desk. I waited until the receptionist's orgasm was over.

"I'm here to see Father John. He promised me he'd introduce me to the new priest, Father Dick."

As the hunky teen under the desk came out and scooted away out the door, the receptionist said, "Father John is away for a little while, but I think Father Dick is in our library sorting through some magazines. Wait until you meet him. He is truly one of the Earth's beauties, and his sperm is absolutely divine."

"You've tasted it?" I asked.

"A number of times. If I didn't know all this is a bunch of bullshit, I think I'd become a true believer over the heavenliness of his sperm alone."

I walked into the library and found the devastatingly handsome Father Dick sitting with his fly open and stroking his penis as he thumbed through several magazines.

"Excuse me, Father Dick, my name is Roger Thompson. I'm a regular parishioner here. Father John thought I should come by and meet you."

Father Dick stood up and, with his long curved penis hanging out, extended his hand. "It's nice to meet you Roger. Won't you have a seat. I've just been trying to weed out the old issues of these magazines. They're piling up and we just don't have room for them all. The difficulty is, I can hardly bear to part with any of them. Look at this. It's a still picture of a young man shooting sperm through the air. It must be at least ten feet. It's too bad there isn't another man there to catch that enormous load. The blessings from God would have lasted him for weeks. And these two pictures. This first one shows a man with a cock at least ten or eleven inches long. And then in the next picture it's buried up to the hilt in this teen's ass. The caption says it's father and son."

"Tell me, Father Dick," I said. "How did it happen that you became one of our priests?"

"It's an interesting story, Roger. I'd worked in the ABC Carwash over there on Highway 12 for about five years. And after work I sometimes went into the tavern next door. You know, the Cock and Balls Lounge? Well, one night I went into the restroom, and when I was peeing, Father John came in. Of course I didn't know him then. And with him were four other guys. I was just kinda stroking my cock, getting the last drops out. He stood next to me and asked if I wanted to suck his cock. Well, in that place that question's asked all the time. I'd always loved the taste of sperm, and I said sure.

"To make a long story short, I sucked his cock and then sucked the other four guys' cocks. On top of that, five other guys came in, and I sucked their cocks. It was absolutely Heaven. I had ten loads of hot thick cum inside of me. It was like I'd died and gone to Heaven. Then Father John told me about The Church of the Holy Seed and said, because of my love of sperm, he offered me a priesthood in his church. He said I would make a wonderful contribution to the church. When he explained how they worshiped sperm, I was sold."

"Tell, me Father Dick," I said, "when you suck another guy's cock or take it up your ass, do you feel the grace of God surging through your limbs?"

"Uh . . . well . . . sure."

"Be truthful now. You don't believe a fucking word of it, do you?"

Father Dick looked at me with a sly expression. "Do you believe it, Roger?"

"No, I don't. To me, it's all a pile of bullshit."

Father Dick smiled. "I'm glad to hear that. I knew it was just a big fucking sham from the beginning. But I don't care, just as long as I can have lots of fucking cum to swallow. Fuck that Grace of God shit. I'm just here to suck cock. All the fucking cock I can get. At the service last Sunday, I went through the congregation and sucked the cum out of every man and boy I could before they could deposit it in the collection cups. I had the fucking cum of at least forty-five men and boys in my stomach that morning"

"You like it up the ass, too?"

"Anytime."

"How about taking a load up your ass right now, right here?"

"I'm ready. The minute you walked in, Roger, I knew I had to have your cock inside me, either end you wanted."

As I stripped off my clothes, I watched Father Dick's unbelievably gorgeous body come into view as he removed each piece of his clothing.

"Got to warn you, Roger, not long before you came in, I took a big load up my shoot from Father Bruce. You might find fucking my man cunt to be a bit sloppy."

Father Dick lay on his back on the library table and raised his legs. I don't think I had ever seen such a sweet, luscious pair of ass cheeks in my life. As I spread them apart with my hands, there it was, a stream of thick cum running out of his asshole onto the table. I couldn't hold back. I plunged my face into his hot messy crack and lapped up as much of Father Bruce's cum as I could. When I finally pulled away, his cum was all over my face. Father Dick pulled me down on top of him and licked my whole face clean.

As I got into position, I looked down at his soft, unblemished skin, his smooth pectoral muscles, punctuated with hard little nipples. I mounted him and pushed my pelvis forward. I felt my hard penis sliding easily into his cunt, still sloppy with Father Bruce's cum. I felt his asshole snapping hard on my shaft as I thrust the full length of it into him. He ran his hands lightly over the hair on my arms, and over my chest and stomach. He tilted his head forward so he could watch my hard cock going in and out of his asshole, and he began stroking his own cock.

It was all too much for me. I couldn't hold back the feeling that my orgasm was about to slam into me with the force of a jackhammer. As I filled up his bowels with my hot cream, he bucked his hips upward and shot stream after stream out of his own cock. Every drop landed on his face and hair. The thickness of his sperm was so erotic as I lapped it up from his face. I collapsed upon his warm, sweaty body, as we both gasped for air.

As we dressed, Father Dick said very seriously, "I've had few fucks as great as yours, Roger. I hope we can do this, and more, soon. Sometime soon, I want to taste your cum. I want to feel the warm thickness of it running down my throat."

I thought about it for a few moments, and then said, "Dick, both my son and I are members of this church and we're . . . shall I say . . . both very active in it. We'd be pleased to have you visit us at our house any time you feel you can break away from your . . .ahem . . . duties here."

"What a lovely invitation, Roger. Tonight, I'll be busy giving an orientation to a couple of new members. A father and his son. I'll be teaching them how to practice at home for their confirmation ceremony. Of course, I'll have to demonstrate the various methods of taking the holy sperm into our bodies. They seem rather eager. But tomorrow night will be fine. At your house? I'll look forward to it. I'll make sure that I won't arrive with such a messy, gooey asshole as you had to deal with today."

"Oh, but it was all my pleasure," I said. "The gooeyer the better, I always say. But I'm afraid we'll have to wait for a few days. I'm flying to Atlanta for a two-day conference. But when I return, we'll get together."

The next day, I went through security at the airport with no difficulty. Also the flight was on time. In the late afternoon, we landed without incident, and as I was literally the last to de-plane. I stopped for a moment at the door and congratulated the pilot for a remarkably smooth landing. He was probably in his mid-fifties and looked extremely handsome in his uniform. He extended his hand to me, and we chatted for several minutes.

As I waited for the shuttle to the main terminal, this pilot suddenly appeared beside me.

He smiled and said, "It's always a long wait for this shuttle. By the way, my name's Rob."

I shook his hand again and said. My name's Roger. I'm anxious to get to the terminal bar for a drink."

"That sounds great. Do you mind if I join you?"

My God, I thought. Who would ever mind having a drink with this hot looking airline pilot? I quickly glanced over his full height and mentally undressed him. I was certain there was a beautiful body under that uniform.

"I don't mind at all. I'll be glad to have you join me. But first, I need to find the restroom."

"Me, too," he said.

The restroom was crowded, but we found two urinals next to each other. As we pulled out our dongs, I could see through the corner of my eye that he was staring at mine. Knowing he was looking, I got hard as steel. His was hard, also.

He laughed and said, "It's pretty damned hard to piss when you got a hard-on, isn't it?"

"It sure is," I said.

When we got to the bar, we ordered beer and pizza.

"How long are you going to be here in Atlanta," I asked.

"I fly out of here again tomorrow afternoon. I'm staying the night here at the airport hotel."

"Do you stay with your co-pilot? I've always heard stories that on these layovers, the pilots shack up with the flight attendants."

He laughed. "Not me, Rob."

"I see by your ring you're married. So I suppose you want to save yourself for her."

"Well, Rob, it's not that. It's kind of complicated. When you're married to a woman, you're suppose to have sex with her, at least from time to time. But that just isn't happening with us."

"I'm sorry. But I understand. I haven't had sex with my wife since we conceived our son together years ago."

"It's a bummer, isn't it?" Rob said. "Jerking off is about it for me now."

"I know what you mean. It's better than nothing."

We finished our pizza and three bottles of beer.

Rob said, "Where are you staying here in Atlanta?"

"I'm at a hotel downtown."

"Why don't you come up to my room here at the airport hotel, and we'll have another drink and talk before you go. I'm badly in need of a shower."

I was really getting excited now. We went to his room, and I sat on the edge of the bed as I watched Rob stripping down. My God, his body was just as I imagined it to be when I mentally undressed him. He finished his shower and sat in a chair next to the bed. He remained naked. His cock was only semi-hard.

I had to find out more about him. "You know, Rob, you said you jerk off to keep you satisfied. I was just thinking when you were taking your shower, I always love to jack off in the shower."

He smiled. "I do, too. But I didn't do it this time. I wanted to . . . you know."

"You mean you wanted to save yourself?" I said with a sly smile.

He smiled back. "Yeah. Something like that."

He suddenly put his hand on my knee. "Jacking off's great, Roger. You ever do it with other guys?"

"Oh yes," I said. I could see his penis begin to harden. He ran his hand over his inner thigh and then up over his balls. And I could see him looking at my crotch which was bulging very fast.

"I love doing it with other guys," I said as I put my hand on his. "I love seeing other guys shoot their cum."

Rob got up and sat next to me on the bed. He leaned over with his hands on his knees and looked at the floor.

"Something's happened to me, Roger. For a long time I've had thoughts. You know, thoughts about things. I love to look at my own body in the mirror. I love to be naked. And I want other people to love to see my naked body. When I'm in bed jacking off, the sight of my shooting cum all over my stomach excites me. And I hope you don't think I'm nuts, but I fantasize that it's another guy's cum shot onto me. I fantasize that other men want to use my body, dominate me, and spray their cum all over me . . . my face, everywhere. I suppose you think I'm weird. I shouldn't be telling you this. I guess I've had too much to drink."

"No, you're not weird, Rob." I put my arm around his shoulder and pulled him tightly against me. The feel of his smooth skin and strong shoulders made my penis jump.

"Would you think me weird, Rob, if I told you I'd like to be that person who had my way with you, dominated you and did what ever I wanted with your body?"

"No I wouldn't." Rob placed his hand on my thigh, very close to my bulge. "Sometimes I imagine being tied up and raped, or having a strong-willed man force his cock down my throat, or cover me with his hot masculine cream. Drown me in it."

I could take no more. I stood up and pushed him violently back so he was lying flat on his back on the bed. I tore my clothes off and threw them off to one side. He was starting to breathe heavier. I lifted his legs and pushed him into a spread-eagle position on the bed. I squatted over him and, taking his head firmly in my hands, I rather roughly pushed my dripping hard penis into his open mouth. He wrapped his arms around my ass and held them there as I pounded his mouth with my cock. His tongue slashed at my cock head so violently that my orgasm started very soon to take over my body. I pulled out and sprayed my full load of cum all over his face, in his eyes, in his hair, on his cheeks and in his mouth.

Rob lay there like he'd been drugged, rolling his head from side to side and letting out frenzied moans.

I scooted down and, as I held his arms tightly against the bed so he couldn't move them, I took his gorged penis into my mouth all the way down my throat. In only a few minutes, Rob's body started to convulse as he shot his sperm into my mouth. I let go of his arms and took hold of his head. I held it firmly as I plunged my mouth against his, letting his hot sperm flow into it. The cum that I had sprayed on his face was now smeared all over my face.

We lay there for several long minutes. I lay beside him and held his beautiful body tightly in my arms . . . so tightly, he couldn't move. He began to talk.

"Roger, I've been wanting to fuck my wife for so long, but at the same time I've been changing. This is what I want now. What we did. I want a strong man to overwhelm me as you did. I want nothing else now. If she should divorce me or die, I'll look only to a man for sex. Or several men at the same time to take me and do what they will with me. I have this strange feeling I want to give myself completely to whoever wants to take me. I've thought so much about why I'm the way I am now. Someone told me it had to do with my poor relationship with my mother, who was a bitch."

The thought suddenly came to me that I could tell him about myself and my son, Ricky. Would he be willing to be with us both some night when he might have a layover in our city? Perhaps a teen-aged boy would not be to his liking. Ricky and I loved cum baths as much as Rob, and we could have a really hot time together. We could also get some of our sacred priests to participate. Father Bruce was a big gorgeous man. Domination would be right up his alley.

I went ahead and told Rob about my son, Ricky, and the other men who could join us if he were to find himself in our town some night. I could tell this was what he really wanted. He agreed to bid on a flight to our town as soon as one was scheduled.

Rob finally fell asleep and slept until noon the next day. While he slept, I couldn't resist running my tongue and lips over his entire body. His skin smelled and tasted so wonderful.

I missed the first day of my meeting altogether. After Rob left, that night I lay in bed and had a long, torturous jack off, edging and backing off, over and over for almost two hours, as I fantasized about my dear Rob, who I think I'd fallen in love with. When I finally allowed my orgasm to sweep over me, my hard and unnaturally swollen cock shot stream after stream of cum all over my chest, face and hair. I let it run into my mouth. Without cleaning up, I was soon fast asleep.

To be continued...

Posted: 05/07/10