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

© 2010 by the author

Edit & Revised by: Gerry Young

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Chapter 13

When Rob and I reached my bedroom, he said nothing, but quickly stripped off his Captain's uniform and hung it all neatly over the back of a chair. I had hoped to have the privilege to undress him myself.

He stood there in front of me, totally naked and said simply, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have walked out on you that day. You can think what you want about my life."

"I'm sorry, too," I said. "I won't mention it again. I had no right to speculate."

I led him over to the bed where he lay down spread-eagle, as before. He smiled at me and said, "What are you thinking when you look at me, Roger?"

"You know what I'm thinking, you cocksucking cum-slut."

He laughed. "Do you still like what you see? Do you think I've put on a little weight around the middle?"

"No," I said. "You're body looks as fit and tempting as it ever did."

"Well?" he said, holding out his arms with palms up.

"Well, what?"

"What do you want to do, Roger?"

"I want to ravage your body, Rob. I want you to feel that I own your body, that I can use it in every way possible to get you off and myself off."

He lowered his arms. "I do feel that way."

I tore off my clothes and flung myself onto the bed beside him. I went to kiss him, but sensed that he had moved his head slightly away. I persisted and kissed him once, gently on the lips. He looked at me and smiled. He reached down and took hold of my hard cock and squeezed it.

"Cum on me, Roger. Cum on me. That's practically all I thought about when I was flying."

I crouched next to his head with my hard cock only inches from his face. He lay there with his eyes closed as though he were giving his body up totally to some holy sacrifice. As I began to stroke, pre-cum dripped from my pee-hole onto his lips. I looked at him as I stroked and realized I wanted this man more than I've ever wanted anyone.

I tried to hold back, but it was no use. The sight of his magnificent body brought my orgasm slamming against me like a two-ton boulder. I just let it go. Great globs of pudding-like cum spouted from my cock and covered his face. I could see his eyes flutter, but I could only guess at what kind of pleasure was going through his mind. I knew instantly that I had to push the Church to schedule his Confirmation Ceremony as soon as possible. According to Father Bruce, it will be the greatest erotic pleasure Rob has ever experienced.

As my cum began to liquefy and run down into his ears and mouth, he took hold of his hard cock and stroked it slowly. I pulled his hand away and stood above him on the bed, straddling his hips. I lowered my self slowly until I felt the tip of his penis against my asshole. Holding my ass cheeks apart with my hands, I lowered myself further and felt the head pop through my hole. And then as I rose up and down on his cock, he began bucking his hips in rhythm with my motion. I couldn't believe that his pleasure could possibly be more intense than mine at that moment. To have the gorgeous cock of that handsome man inside of me was different that any other fucking I ever had. Even though I had just shot a load, I could feel my penis growing again as his cock rubbed against my prostate.

I couldn't believe that I was about to have another orgasm so quickly after the last one. Rob kept his eyes closed and moaned softly. He suddenly gave one strong thrust up into my ass, and I could feel his cock throbbing violently on the rim of my asshole. As I felt the warm flow of his cum filling my rectum, my orgasm overtook me, and five or six powerful streams of my cum shot out onto his face, this time over his eyes and hair.

As I felt his cock wilting inside of me, I pulled off. He allowed me to lick his face clean with my tongue.

He said, "I like the feel of your tongue on my face and knowing that you like doing that."

Rob soon rose and went into the bathroom where he washed his face and chest. "I'll take a shower when I get home," he said. "I'd better get back before the wife wakes up."

As I he got dressed, he said, "One of the reasons I came over is that I wanted to make sure you and Father John are still planning on a Confirmation Ceremony for me."

"Yes, I'll talk to them in the morning."

He came to me and kissed me on the cheek before he left.

I knew what Rob wanted most was the experience of the ceremony on the altar before the whole congregation. He was convinced it would be the ultimate erotic sexual experience of his life. I'd dreamed of Rob and me going off and living the rest of our lives together. But that could never be any more than a fantasy. That isn't what Rob wanted. Even if neither of us were married, an on-going romantic relationship with another man was not something he would ever consider. He had specific sexual needs and would find satisfaction for them wherever he could----with men or with women or with both together.

When I arrived at the church the next morning, I found Father John and Father Bruce in a heated discussion about Rob's confirmation.

"We can't have a confirmation for just one person, God damn it." Father John pounded his fist on his desk with every word he spoke. "We have to have multiple cum-letting or it'll be nothing but a fucking bore to everyone."

"Listen, John," Father Bruce said. "I know you're never open to new ideas, unless it's the idea of a new cock up your ass. But this is a very special case. This man is like a fucking God himself. We've never had a parishioner who loved cum like he does. You heard him. He said he wanted to be drowned in it."

"You and I alone could do that for him, Bruce."

"No, it has to be more." Father Bruce picked up the sculptured cock and balls paper weight off the desk. He ran his tongue over the head. "Not only the priests and the Bishop, but every cocksucker in the whole fucking congregation can be involved. I picture this God-like man affixed to the holy cross where all his followers---the entire congregation---can adore him with their hot sperm. Picture it, the voices of the choir will soar as he is literally drowned in holy sperm."

Father John began to rub his bulge as the picture became clearer to him.

Father Bruce went on. "His mouth will call out for the holy sperm of a hundred throbbing cocks, his asshole will all but scream for his bowels to be filled with the sacred seed. He will be required to suck the cum of a hundred teen-aged boys out of the Bishop's fucking asshole. It will be the grandest fucking display of cum worship this fucking church has ever seen."

I sat in a chair nearby, listening to Father Bruce. His eloquence in describing the ceremony made me hard as a rock. I spoke up.

"I think the idea is a wonderful one. I know Rob quite intimately, and this confirmation might well be the greatest day of his life."

"You've fucked around with him quite a bit, haven't you, Roger," Father John said.

"Yes, and I'd like to keep him for myself. But I realize that can never be."

"Okay, Father Bruce," Father John said. "You may proceed with the plans. I'll notify that mother-fucking Bishop Frick. What a pompous asshole he is. He'll probably want to go through a fucking dress rehearsal."

Father Bruce said, "You and I can do that for him. You have to admit this man has a lovely cock and a good tight asshole, to say nothing of his tasty sperm."

On the next Sunday, during the regular service, Father John stepped to the pulpit to make his usual announcements. As always, his elaborate white and gold robe hung open revealing his very hard penis. A long elastic string of semen dangled from the pee hole almost to the floor.

"Welcome, dear friends. I have a few announcements. Father Suckling has graciously prepared a class for all our young teens to be held on Wednesday evening in the parish hall. It is a class on penetration techniques. It will be especially useful for all of you lads who have not yet been penetrated. The fathers are encouraged to attend also. You'll find Father Suckling's demonstrations to be most enlightening.

"Also, I'm sad to announce that Father Jurkins will be taking a week or two of leave. As you know, he hears all of your confessions. This past week he has been giving absolution to an unusually high number of sinners, and his assho . . . I mean, his anus has become quite sore. We all wish Father Jurkins a speedy recovery. In the meantime, Father Dribble will be glad to hear your confessions.

"As you know, Confirmation of our fifteen to seventeen year-olds will be held two weeks from today. I hope all of you who will be confirmed have been practicing your lessons faithfully. But next week, we have planned a very special Confirmation for only one person. Mr. George Siemens. Would you stand up please so everyone can see you?"

Rob had requested that a fake name, George Siemens, be used to hide his real identity. That plus the fact that no one would recognize his naked body made Rob feel more secure.

Rob was sitting in the second row, and I could see he was busy having his cock sucked by the young man sitting next to him. Rob stood up quickly with his beautiful hard cock bouncing up and down. His pants were down around his ankles. There was light applause and many ohs and ahs at the sight of this lovely gorged penis.

Father John chuckled. "I'm sorry I interrupted you as you were praising God and his holy sperm. The ceremony will be our first so-called totally interactive ceremony. All of our priests, as well as all of you males above the age of fifteen in the congregation will participate. We will send you an announcement closer to the time, but we ask that none of you produce sperm for at least three days prior to the ceremony."

The big day finally arrived. Ricky and I sat as close to the front as possible. I was pleased to see Sheriff's Deputy Rod Rivers and his son Jesse. With them was an older gentleman. Rod found a seat next to me.

"How have you been, Rod?" I patted his considerable bulge in his pants. "I hope you've been saving this. You'll want to produce a good load today."

"I've been great, Roger. I want you to meet my dad, Horace. My mom died a few months ago, and Dad came to stay with us for awhile. One night, Jesse here and I were having a good fuck, and Dad walked in on us. We were both stunned. I thought the shit was gonna fly. But we were surprised when he asked if he could join us. What a great cock he has. Longer and fatter than mine. I thought Mom must have had a lot of terrific fucks from that cock. It was just last week that Jesse finally let Grandpa fuck him. You know, because his cock was so big. But Jesse knows pretty well how to relax his asshole, and it went well. Now Jesse loves Grandpa to fuck him more than he does me sometimes. But I'm so proud of him. I love to watch his sexy buns bouncing up and down when he fucks my dad."

I saw Horace looking at me with a smile. He said, "Nice to meet you, Roger. Rod's told me a lot about you and how he met you. Why don't you give us a call sometime. Maybe we could get together."

Horace had a classically handsome face with large brown eyes and sensuous full lips. I estimated he was in his late fifties, or maybe sixty. I could picture how nice it would be to have those lips around my hard cock.

I had no idea where Rob was. He was probably in a room being prepared. On the altar stood a huge cross of rough timber, like that on which Jesus was crucified. Ropes hung from the crosspiece.

Father John appeared, this time completely naked. As he stood by the pulpit, two other naked priests walked onto the altar with Bishop Frick between them. He was dressed in a bright red and gold robe with a miter on his head, looking all the world like a Catholic Pope. He sat in the Bishop's chair at one side of the altar. As he did so, his robe fell open revealing a humongous dick and a very hairy chest. The two naked priests each leaned over and kissed the head of his holiness's prick. Before they withdrew, Bishop Frick kissed the head of each of their dicks.

The man sitting on the other side of me was fondling the hard boner of the young man sitting with him. He leaned over to me and said, "It's a lovely ceremony, isn't it?"

"You haven't seen anything yet, my friend. I hope you and you young friend have saved up plenty of cum."

"Oh, yes. Just last week was our first time together.  His sperm is Heavenly! And then the next night he fucked me. He's a hot little fucker. He can't wait until he gets a Confirmation date."

"Good for him," I said turning my attention to the altar.

And there he was, being led in by both Father Bruce and Father Dick. They had a tight hold of both his arms, as though he were a prisoner in danger of escape. Rob's beautiful body had a soft tan look to it in the mellow candle light on the altar.

Rob was backed up to the cross, and his outstretched arms and feet were tied securely to the cross.

Father John stepped to the cross and ran his hand over Rob's bare chest and stomach and then cupped his balls in his hand. He turned to speak to the congregation.

"Today, we will be confirming George Siemans into the Church of the Holy Seed. This will be a great celebration of God's love through the sacred sperm of our entire male congregation of age fifteen and above. This will be an historic event for our church. Never before will we have produced the amount of sperm for the Lord's glory as we will today. Our Brother George will receive all of your sperm and thus, by doing so, will become the highest priest of this church . . . under me, of course."

I turned to Rod Rivers. "My God, I wonder if Rob knew about this. Father John didn't mention anything to me about making him a high priest. Wow. I hope Rob's happy about this."

Father John continued. "Since this is a totally interactive ceremony, I would like you all in the congregation to remove all of your clothes and keep them on your seats."

Those in the congregation who would be giving their gift-offerings of sperm rose and began stripping down, murmuring as they did so, about the thrill of possibly having a shot at this gorgeous man on the altar.

"First, will all the boys between fifteen and seventeen please come up to the altar."

There was a sudden rush to the altar as these boys scampered to be first. What a sight it was to see all those sweet young ass cheeks bouncing along and their excited boners sticking out in front of them.

Two priests entered and laid a thick padded carpet in the middle of the altar, close to the front. Then they approached Bishop Frick, who was now standing. They ceremoniously removed his robe. With his entire fine muscular naked body revealed, he lay down on the pad and brought his legs up, revealing his hairy asshole.

"Now, will the boys please line up," Father John said. "There are twenty-seven of you. Each of you will now step up the holy Father and push your penis into his sacred anus where you will deposit your holy sperm."

The boys all seemed enormously eager. They had obviously practiced fucking their fathers. It was amazing how fast these boys came and shot their cum into the holy Father's asshole. I remember when I was that age, it took me only a minute to cum. It was so erotic hearing each boy crying out during his orgasm. It took only thirty-five minutes to fill the Bishops ass with boy cum.

As he watched, Rob's hard cock bounced up and down noticeably.

A platform was placed in front of Rob, and the Bishop was led by Father Bruce and Father Dick and helped up onto it. He faced the front and leaned over with his ass level with Rob's face. I noticed a little cum running down the Bishop's leg, but not much. A teen-aged boy's cum is much thicker than an adult's, and the cum these lads produced stayed put easier.

Father John spoke. "Now Brother George, you are to exercise the privilege of taking all of these boys' sperm into your body. Since it is residing now in the holy Father's rectum, it has been blessed with God's grace."

Bishop Frick pushed his bare ass closer to Rob's face. Father Bruce and Father Dick held the holy cheeks apart to allow Rob to get his tongue and lips onto the holy asshole.

As Rob sucked and slurped, I could see his Adam's apple bouncing up and down, indicating that he was indeed swallowing almost every drop. The congregation seemed to get more restless as most of them were stroking or sucking on one another's cock.

Father John stepped to the front of the altar. "Now please. Let me remind you that all of you will have a chance to cum up here on the altar. Please save yourselves."

When Rob had apparently finished ingesting all the cum out of Bishop Frick's asshole, he moved his head back against the cross. As the Bishop was helped down from the platform, I could see the cum smeared all over Rob's face, and more running off of his chin onto his chest. He looked as though he were in a deep trance.

Four priests entered and lowered the cross to a more or less horizontal position on the floor, with the head of the cross elevated slightly so the congregation could see Rob's whole body. The priests then stood aside.

Father Jurkins then appeared, his pure white skin standing out like a beacon. His extraordinarily long ball sack swung like a pendulum as he walked. He stood over Rob's head and spoke.

"Before this ceremony, Brother George Siemans confessed his sins to me. I shall now absolve him of his sins with my holy sperm."

Father Jurkins took hold of his inflated cock and started stroking, his long balls bouncing up and down as he did so. Within a minute he let out a shriek and hosed down Rob's face with six or seven powerful streams of steaming cum. Rob had his mouth open and caught most of it. Some went into his hair. The congregation was starting to get restless again.

Nine naked priests then stepped from the side. Each one in turn crouched over Rob's face and fucked his mouth. I could see easily all their turgid cocks boring completely into Rob's mouth and throat. I feared that he might choke. But he didn't. I loved watching the firm round asses of the priests humping away at Rob's mouth.

After the last priest had cum, they all moved to the side. Father John stepped forward again and spoke.

"Now, will the front three-quarters of the adult men and boys over sixteen seated in the congregation please come up to the altar and line up over at the side." Several priests were stationed to hold back the remaining one-quarter.

"Now eight of you stand around brother George and cast your seed upon his body. As each one of you has finished, step back and let the next person in line come forward to cast his seed."

As the men and late teenagers stood over Rob's body and jacked their dicks, sending their hot cum raining down upon him, the room was filled with cries of ecstasy as their orgasms took over their bodies. Sometimes four or five orgasms occurred at once.

I counted altogether one hundred and twelve men and late teenagers who had shot their hot thick loads onto Rob's body. Rod Rivers, his father Horace, and his son Jesse, and I were the last to shoot our loads. I looked down at Rob. His entire body from head to toe was covered in cum, including his eyes, which he kept closed. His body shimmered like one large jewel in the candle light. I could see through the thick mess a slight smile on Rob's face. Not really a smile, but a look of Heavenly bliss and contentment. I wondered what was really going through his mind at that moment. I thought I'd like to have him explain to me sometime just what it is he feels.

When we had all returned to our seats, the four priests lifted the cross back into its vertical upright position. They untied Rob and turned his wet slimy body so his front was against the cross, and his lovely ass was visible to the audience.

"Now will the remainder of the audience please come to the alter," Father John said.

There were only about twenty left to come forward. It looked as though they knew what pleasure they were in for, and they all held rigid cocks in their hands.

"Now this is the final part of our ceremony," Father John said. "You will give Brother George your sacred sperm through his anus. One at a time, of course."

I watched as each naked man stepped up and humped poor Rob. I say poor Rob because I don't really know how any man can survive having twenty pumping cocks up his ass, one after the other. But I was reassured when I saw Rob bucking his hips back into each man as he was getting fucked. Wow.

When it was over, Father John, Father Bruce, and Father Dick, knelt behind Rob and cleaned out his asshole as much as they could. Two priests untied Rob and held him as he walked unsteadily forward with Father John. He obviously wasn't able to stand without someone holding him.

Father John smiled out on the congregation as he held one arm around Rob's waist. "My friends, you have all been a wonderful part of this special ceremony. And I now take great pleasure in formally introducing to you the new High Priest of the Church of the Holy Seed, Father George."

The congregation erupted in wild applause and cheering. Another priest came forward and placed a long green and gold robe over Rob's wet shoulders.

The audience filed out, happy and spent. I stayed behind and went to Father John's office. I found Rob sitting on the couch surrounded by all the other adoring naked priests. Father Jurkins was crouching down between Rob's outstreached legs licking some dried cum off his balls.

Rob was smiling as he held Father Bruce's hard cock in his right hand and Father Dick's hard cock in his left.

Father Bruce said, "You're one of us now, Father Geroge. You can now have all you want with us."

Rob glanced at me and looked away.

"How are you going to find the time to be a priest, Rob," I asked.

Rob looked up into Father Dick's face. "Oh, I'll find some time."

"But you're married, Rob," I said.

"Like I said, I'll find some time. I'll be flying to Dallas next week, and Father Dick here said he'll fly down there, too, so we can spend the night together and drink each other's holy sperm."

Father Dick pushed forward so his dick touched Rob's lips. Rob ran his tongue over it."

"Rob," I said. "Would you like to come home with me and we can spend the afternoon together. You said your wife won't be home until this evening."

"I don't think so, Roger. Father Bruce wants to go over some . . . you know . . . instruction with me this afternoon that I have to know."

Father Bruce leaned over and put his strong arms around Rob. Smiling, they both looked over at me.

I knew I'd lost Rob. I was insane to think I could have him for myself.

We were both married. How stupid could I be. I left the office and went outside. I was surprised to see Rod Rivers and his father and son standing on the front step.

"Hey, Roger," Rod said. "We thought we'd wait for you. Would you like to come home with us? Dad here would sure like to get to know you better. We could have a few drinks and . . . ."

"Thanks, Rod, but I think I'll go on home. I'm kind of tired."

"I understand," Rod said, putting his hand on my cheek. "Shooting a load like we did does poop you out sometimes."

"I'll call you tomorrow, Rod," I said. "Maybe tomorrow night if you'll be free. It's really good to see you again, Rod and Jesse. And it was really good meeting you, too, Horace. I'll call you."

I went home to an empty house. Ricky hadn't attended that morning and was now off with a friend somewhere. I sat out on the pool deck with a tall gin and tonic. I had really been a fool, I thought. Rob and I had shared so much and had become so close. Of course, I then had to make my stupid fucking observations about his life. Shit. I had no right to do that. How can anybody possibly know what goes on with another person. Nobody really knows what goes on in my mind. How could I have been so arrogant?

Then I turn around and get him involved with that goddamned fucking church and those fucking male slut whores, who call themselves priests. How could I not have expected what would happen?

I heard the doorbell and went in. When I opened the door, it was Rob.

"Come in, Rob. I thought you had a meeting with Father Bruce. You really had a workout at your Confirmation, didn't you? I trust it was all you hoped for. Come on back to the deck. I was just enjoying this unusually cool afternoon. Can I fix you a drink?"

"No thanks. I'm sorry about this afternoon. I saw the look on your face when you left the office. I didn't mean to brush you off like that."

"Oh, it's nothing, Rob. Don't be sorry. I understand."

"I don't think you do." Rob sat next to me and put his hand on my arm. "You're one of the best friends I've ever had, Roger. I mean that. You are the only guy I've ever really opened up to. The only guy I've told things I would never tell anyone else. What better friend could there be than you?"

"I know. And I've told you plenty of my own secrets, too. Things I've never shared with anyone else. And I'm deeply regretful for having made presumptions about you I had no right making."

"I'm not worried about that, Roger. That can't end a friendship like we've had. And I don't want our friendship to ever end. But I want you to understand something about me."

"I thought I did understand you. But maybe not."

"You understand a lot about me, Roger, but perhaps not everything. You know that I have bisexual feelings. I'd give a lot to be able to fuck my wife regularly, but it's not happening. That's just one side of me. The other side of me is what you saw today. I don't lust after men's bodies as you do. I've never wanted a permanent relationship with one man. I couldn't have that even if I wanted it since I'm married and have a professional life. And I couldn't have it on the side, either, because she would somehow find out. I don't want that"

"You say the other side of you is what I saw today. You don't think that will be discovered?"

"What you saw today, Roger, is only emblematic of my other life's desires. I told them this afternoon I wanted no part of being a priest, or even a member of their church. I hated to do that after all they did for me. I'm not going to live a gay lifestyle as they do. If my particular sexual desire were to be known by my wife and family and friends, it would mean only the gravest of consequences. I'll live out my desires with you and others I may meet discreetly from time to time."

I turned to face Rob and put my hand on his shoulder. "You said you don't lust after other men's bodies. But yet you want your own body admired by other men. What is it exactly you crave, Rob?"

"It's my desire only to be submissive. But only to a point. As you know, I'm not into pain nor into a lifetime of slavery. There are only certain times that I want it, but not as a lifestyle. I want it only with the right man or with a man and woman together. But even then, I would set rules I'd never cross. I want to be naked so others see my exposed flesh. I want my mouth and asshole to be used to take men's cocks, and I want to eat their cum and be covered with it and let it dry on my skin so I can be aware that men had cum on me and used me as their cum pig. That's the kind of submission that's exciting to me. I want to be seen by men and used by their cocks. I want them to watch me as they stroke their cocks into my mouth or my asshole, and then watch me as their cum shoots on me or in me. I want them to keep me naked before, during, and after and to make me feel like a sub."

"I think I understand, Rob."

As a psychiatrist, I knew that all human behaviors and desires have a root cause, something, sometime, somewhere in a man's life that triggers it. But it was not my place, as Rob's friend and confidant, to analyze it. I regretted deeply having tried earlier. I'll never really know what triggered Rob's particular desires, and he'll probably never know, either.

Rob continued. "I like the submissive lifestyle. And I have to follow through with it when I can, even though not very often. But those in my other life must not know. Even if I wasn't married, I don't think I could ever come out and live a totally gay life or be with only gay people. It's not what I am. I never want to be known as Rob the Gay Man. Only you and a few others will ever know me as Rob the Submissive or Rob the Cum-Slut. That's one reason I had those people at the church call me by a fake name."

I leaned back in my chair and smiled at him. "You're a complicated man, Rob. But I understand. And I wish you a great time coming up in Dallas with Father Dick."

"Well, Roger, before I left today, I told him that was off."

"Why? I think he'd give you everything you wanted.."

"Well, for one thing, he confided in me later that HE wanted to be dominated. He said he was going to bring rope with him so I could tie him to the bed and then spank him before I fucked him. Can you imagine that?"

We both doubled over laughing.

I rose to my feet and pulled Rob to his feet. I put my arm around his shoulder, and he put his around my waist.

"Come on, Rob, let's go upstairs," I said. "I've got something to give you, and it's not rope."

We took two steps at a time, laughing all the way. It had been a good day.

The End

Posted: 05/21/10