Date: Thu, 29 Dec 2011 15:06:02 +0100 From: El Greco <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: Fr. Peter's Angels 5 This story contains scenes of sex between adults and minors if this offends you do not read any further. It also contains religious references again if this is likely to offend you do not read any further. The authors does not condone or endorse any of the activity described, the story is purely for erotic entertainment. I am sorry about the delay in bringing you part 5 and hope that part 6 won't be far behind. *** After Fr. Paul's command to the men to give full vent to their lusts, the three seminarians came to the front of the altar the stripped off their black cassocks. Underneath each wore a leather jockstrap with the pouches emblazoned with a white Maltese cross. Each also wore, but concealed from view cock straps bearing religious symbols. Albert the most muscled of the three had has his nipples pierced. His aureoles were huge and like copper against his tanned skin. From each nipple-ring hung a crucifix, but on closer inspection it did not bear the figure of Christ but rather the figure of a young boy face down, in cruciform shape with his ass open wide enough to see his tiny pucker. They had been an initiation gift from Fr. Xavier. They were 18ct gold and Albert wondered where the priest had found the goldsmith to make them. No doubt one of his many perv contacts, they seemed to be everywhere. Adam turned this back on the congregation. His bubble ass was framed by the black straps of his jock. On his ass cheeks was an image of boy being fingered by a priest at a baptismal font. It was not permanent. Fr. Paul had expertly executed it earlier. It was to be hoped that there would some baptismal fun later. On Adam's back was inscribed a prayer. Steve showed it in close-up on the screen, line by line as Fr. Paul encouraged the men to say it. They did so with gusto their voices filling the church with male sound. Hail cock, full of seed, The Lord is in thee Blessed in the fruit of our bollox Holy cum father or all Spray for us pervs Now and right up to the hour of our death Amen. Fr. Paul had the men repeat it and as they became familiar with the words Adam bent over to show his pre-ordained hole. Fr. Paul blessed Adam's beautiful anus. Joesph, the third seminarian, at the conclusion of the prayers sounded a large gong-like bell. It was the cue to bring forward a large X -shaped cross. The cross of St. Andrew. It was placed in the church nave on front of the high Altar. The men in the congregation wondered who might be asked to lie on the cross. Fr. Paul gestured to Douglas McCloud, David's father. He did not have to be asked twice he wanted to be the centre of unholy attention. He was still dressed in grey suit jacket, white shirt, purple tie and purple briefs. When he ascended the steps to the altar the seminarians stepped forward to strip him. It was like the stripping on Calvary. Once naked, and he was impressive for his age, Joseph placed a flimsy loin cloth around his waist. Thru it the outlined of his cock was visible. This was to be a depraved crucifixion. Fr. Paul bid him lie on the cross and he was tethered to it by Adam and Albert. Albert presented the crosses that hung from his nipples the Douglas kissed each. Fr. Paul called out in his loud semonising voice. 'All boys present must now process and venerate the cross on which hangs Douglas.' The father's lined their boys up and one-by-one they came to Douglas. First he would French kiss the boy deeply. Then the seminarian parted the folds of the loin cloth and each boy would kiss and lick Douglas's dick. With each ministration his cock became harder and harder. As the later boys came to caress and lick his dick he would urge them to suck it. 'For the love of God suck it!' They obliged. Boys one by one of all ages, but none older than 12, swallowed the grandfather's healthy dick which oozed precum. Every one of them was filmed by Steve. Steve was himself finding it hard to contain himself. Though this would not be his scene he had to admit it was pretty damned sexy. Then one dad, who Fr. Paul knew as Sylvester, held his tiny son, Riley, over Douglas's hugely tumescent member and the boy squatted on it as the head and a little of the shaft disappeared into the tiny boy cunt. Men and boys craned their necks for a better view of the impalement of the boy. They murmured to each other and Steve recorded the cherry popping in livid detail. The men began to say the prayer afresh as little by little father moved his son up and down Douglas's cock so that more and more of it entered the boy's tight, tight hole. On the video the boys sphincter was gripping Douglas's dick like a vice. All he men wondered how it would feel to have that tight cunt around their shaft. Many of them, of course, knew. Douglas's grandsons James and Duncan came up and flanked their grandfather on each side. The seminarians relieved them of their clothes down to their sheer white boy briefs. As Douglas abandoned himself in the boy fuck of Sylvester's son, Riely, he fondled his boy's boys. Feeling their cocklets, taking them out. He had a boy cock in each hand and his cock deep, now, in boy hole, David had promised him heaven if he came along tonight but nothing prepared him for this. As Douglas fondled his grandsons to full hardness their father David lifted each one to his father's mouth so he could lick and swallow each of the boy's cocks in turn. In fact he swallowed their little cocks and boy sacs whole. Douglas could hold off no longer he let his wad shoot raw into the hole of Sylvester's little son. It was the best orgasm he had ever had it seemed like it would never end. His body was in spasm as ecstasy flooded him. He let out a loud cry. 'In to your hole I commend my cum. Praise be the holy cock and the man milk that shoots from it.' 'AMEN!' The men who were watching chorused. As Douglas still lay spent on his cross the priests and seminarians present moved to the altar rails. All of them were hard as steel they placed their cocks on the cold marble, holding them down so that they did not spring up. The downward pressure made the cocks of the holy men harder. One by one the boys were led by their fathers and stood on front of one priest each. Nicholas was also allowed to join in as a kind of honorary priest. Then each of the boys knelt at the altar rails, hands joined as if to receive the holy host. On being instructed by their fathers they opened their mouths and the priest in front of each boy then placed his hard, sometime's leaking cock-head, on a boy's tongue. The priests in unison they chanted. 'Receive unto you the holy cock that will redeem you and lick the seminal fluid of the holy man before you.' Then one by one the priests began to fuck the boys' faces. The boys' eyes grew wide with wonder as they tried to accommodate the man cocks, though all of the priests were chosen to be of average endowment so the boys could manage. As their boys were face fucked, the dads rimmed or fingered the boys's holes with gusto. Some dads swapped so another dad could minister to his son. The dads were fast losing their clothes. Some the men kissed and played with each other but the focus of their urge and desire was the boys. To be continued.