Date: Thu, 9 Jan 2003 19:45:57 -0200 From: firstname.lastname@example.org Subject: Father Joel - Part 1 Things at home started to be different now. My once so distant father became more concerned about me. He'd spend more time with me watching TV, playing games and even going fishing once in a while. Mom must have noticed that our relationship was better because she said we looked happier. Maybe she was saying this because she must have sensed some change in my father, the way he acted now that he had someone to fuck and get his rocks off, I don't know. All I knew was that I was having the time of my life. The night my father fucked me for the first time will be always on my mind and although we have fucked many, many other times, it is that first time that always comes to my mind when I think about him. After that night when my father treated me like a whore we became more comfortable with each other; whenever we were alone we acted like lovers and I always loved when he hugged me from behind, pressing his crotch on my butt. Many of our lovemaking always started that way, he'd come and hug me without any intention of something more than a hug, but we'd wind up with him fucking me in his bedroom, in the garage or in his car. I remember one day when we were going fishing and as soon as we left the main road and he turned onto one secluded trail he asked me to suck him off while he kept driving. I unzipped his shorts and gave him one helluva blowjob but before he came he stopped the car, made me get rid of my shorts and straddle him. He spat in his hand and spread it in my ass hole and soon I was lowering down onto his cock while se parted my cheeks. I had to work a little until the head slipped in. I whimpered as he entered me, but soon I was able to lodge his whole meat inside me. He opened his shirt and I felt his hairy chest rubbing against my back. He started the car once again and I hold onto the wheel and started to go up and down on his pole. He kept saying that I was hot and that my ass was very tight. "Son you've got a hot asshole and I'm still astonished by how my cock fits in your tight ass. If I was told about this I wouldn't have believed it how your ass hole being so tight and yet open enough to let me slip in." He held me tight and kissed me on the back of my neck making me shiver all over. At first I felt a little discomfort, his fat cock stretching my butt without mercy, but soon enough I could take it with no problem at all. I did all the efforts but he would choose to drive the car over mounds and holes just to make sure his cock would really drive home. When, again, he was about to cum he stopped the car, grabbed me by the shoulders and began to help me up and down on his fucking pole that, by now, was slimy and could find its way inside my butt until only his balls were out. He would pull me down hard on his cock, holding me still for a moment and then start all over again rhythmically. "Yeah, baby, ride my cock, ride daddy's cock, make me cum in your ass, daddy is gonna fill your butt with his cum, sweetie, yeah...keep doing this I'm almost there, baby...uuurrgghhh, yeah, I'm cumming...I'm cummiiiiiinnnnng..." I felt him tense and start grunting, a sort of animal grunting, then relax and start jerking when his cock erupted in my bowels. He forced me down on his rod and held me there until his cock stopped throbbing. He was panting and I could feel his breath on my neck. When he was OK I slowly disentangled us and let his cock slip out of my ass as I contracted my sphincter to prevent his cum to leak, even so some of his jism trickled down his cock to his balls. We dressed ourselves again and he drove the rest of the way to the river where I could bathe and clean myself. My father never again had to go looking for another woman to fuck, I was there for him whenever he needed me, as so were my uncles. Later, months later, my father agreed in making a gang bang with my uncles, but it took a while to convince him that he would enjoy and we sure had a great time together and I intend to write about it soon, but first I have to tell about Father Joel who was the next person who fucked me and I'm following the events in the order that they happened. Father Joel was a hunk of a priest, at least I thought he was. The first time I saw him, I mean, paid attention to him, I felt my legs falter me because he was of such a masculinity that messed with all my emotions. It wasn't sex only and stuff, it was something more, like he was the hunter and I was the prey, like we were meant for each other. Of course all this things didn't come into words as I'm putting here. He had a king of magnetism that drew me to him. He was a big man, of course he had to be to affect me the way he did because that is the type of man that turns my knees into water and I think it has to do with my father and uncles since they are all big men. He grew a thick and beautiful beard, which he kept trimmed and clean, and I placed him around 45 to 50 years old. He would walk to and fro in his cassock and I would picture in my mind what his body would be like without all those garments. Once or twice we were close enough for his scent to find my nostrils and I was inebriated by his odor, a mix of cologne, smoke, sweat and chewing gum, all put together. From that moment on I knew I wanted to be involved in his arms and be rocked by him. Of course there was this mythical aura of him being a Priest that should prevent me from daydreaming and picture him with the bright colors of lust, but that worked as a plus for me. I used to picture him as a lonely man, without the comfort of sex and having no other way to relieve himself, but using his hands or other artifacts. I used to see him in my mind's eyes burning with desire, but unable to do anything due to his vow of celibacy. And in my fantasies I was the one who, surreptitiously, would sneak in his quarters and fulfill all of his desires. I didn't like much to go to church, but my mother used to go every week and after seeing that sin of a man I didn't complain much when she dragged me along. Since it is common for little boys to help the priests during the service I was invited a few times to help Father Joel to conduct the Mass and afterwards to help him to put away all the utensils used in the service. Even though I fantasized with Father Joel I never really thought of going for it the way I did with my uncles and daddy. I'd never dare that for fear of being cursed or whatever, but that day, when we were putting away the holy objects I couldn't quite reach one of the shelves where they were supposed to go. Without me asking but seeing that I was having trouble accomplishing my task Father Joel simply stood behind me and finished for me. It was a simple thing but he stood there behind me, blocking the way so I could not get away until he backed up. It didn't take long but in that fleeting moment I felt the heat of his body and his cologne scent and it was all that I needed to begin daydreaming. We finished what we were doing and he said that now I needed to confess my sins before he blessed me to go home. My mother was waiting for me but she said it was Ok since that was an every day ritual for catholic people from childhood. He took me to the confessional which was separated by a thin wall and a kind of porthole and there he started to ask questions such as if I had sinned that week swearing, lying, bad thoughts and so on. I said that I had sinned with some bad words and bad thoughts too. He then asked me if I had any kind of thought with sexual connotation. I was silent and he said that I could tell him because he was the one who could forgive me, and besides, he added, nobody else would know that; it was our secret. I had an instant inspiration and said that I was having weird thoughts about sex but didn't comprehend them very well. He asked me what kind of weird thoughts I was having and I told him, after making him swear that it was only between him and me, that I was thinking a lot lately about making sex with men. He was silent for a while and then asked me how old I was. I told him I was twelve almost thirteen. "When you think about making sex with a man what exactly are you two doing?" "Well", I lowered my head as if embarrassed and said in a low voice, "many things! Sometimes I am sucking his cock, then he is sticking his cock up my butt." I covered my mouth with my hand, "Oh, I'm sorry father, I shouldn't be saying this words here." "That's Ok, son, I asked you and you answered. But tell me, when you have theses thoughts, are they pleasant, I mean, do you like the idea of playing around with a man?" I was getting hot now 'cause I knew the path this conversation was leading to. I said, "Y-yes, Father, I like it very much and that's why I don't understand them very well because I was told that this is wrong!" I could feel his eyes boring into me and waited for his reply. "It's Ok to feel this way at your age, son, but I will have to talk to you another day. For now you are forgiven, pray 3 Hail Maries and 2 Our Fathers and come back here next week. I'll tell your mother that your services will be needed after the Mass and that I'll drive you home afterwards. Is that Ok with you?" Of course that was Ok with me, alias, it was more than Ok, it was just fine! I went home and since it was Sunday we had a big lunch with my uncles coming over and all. During the week I was fucked by Uncle Pedro in the bathroom one day (he fucked me dog style and jacked me off until I came and then he gripped me tightly and started to thrust his cock with an intensity that startled me and began to shoot) and on another one Uncle Jonas made me give him a head job. He placed his large hands on both sides of my head and slowly pumped his hips as he became hard. I swallowed his tool and felt his silky flesh slide deep into my throat. I felt him getting harder and hotter as he continued to pummel my mouth. I could feel his balls slap my chin as he fucked my face. The first blast hit the back of my throat, the second and third were quick and powerful and hit the roof of my mouth. The fourth splashed across my tongue and the fifth and six slid down the back of my throat. But Sunday finally arrived and there I went to the church with my mother. Since everything seemed to be arranged, after the service we proceeded to put the things away again and, this time, Father Joel acted a little bolder because as soon as we cleaned everything he said he needed to relieve himself and opened the door of the small toilet. He didn't close the door and with his back to me he began to piss a strong and noisy jet. He shook his cock and turned to me still fumbling with his black pants that he wore underneath his black robe. He smiled at me and said that one of his needs he'd taken care of and invited me to follow him to his office that was behind the church. As it happens with most of the churches the building was big and full of poor lit corridors. He put his hand on my shoulder and we started walking slowly down one long corridor. He said that he thought a lot about what I had told him in the confessional and, carefully, he asked if I wanted to try out the things I fantasized about. At that moment we stopped and he made me turn to face him. I couldn't quite see his face due to the few lights overhead and being him so tall, but I could indeed feel his masculinity involving me, his presence instead of intimidating me made me feel protected and there was his loneliness also. He looked at me and tentatively, maybe afraid of scaring me away, he added, "Of course this is a conversation between you and me only, you understand? I'm just asking you this because maybe you wanna find out if it's like you imagined. But I have to tell you that you must not tell anybody, anybody, mind me, about this. If you agree with me it's something that no one can hear a word about it. What do you say?" That was all I wanted to hear, but I shouldn't let him know that I was hooked already because I wanted him to expose himself to me, like I wanted to know what he really wanted from me. "But who would let me touch him? I don't know anybody." I said innocently. "If you want I can let you touch me." "You?" I cried out loud. "Shhhhh, son, yeah, if you promise not to tell anybody I can help you." He said looking down on me and he always called me son. "But you are a priest, I never thought you could do that." He smiled and said that before being a priest he was a man and because he was a priest he couldn't do what all the other men usually did. "But, once in a while, I do need somebody to make me feel better, you know. I am a lonely man with no girlfriend and it is very difficult to help others when we are unhappy. That's why I'm talking to you about this, I help you with your fantasies and you help me in my needs and nobody needs to know nothing about this, Ok?" "Ok, but what do I do?" I asked. "Have you ever seen a grownman's cock before?" "Yeah, my daddy's." "Do you wanna touch one?" "Yeah, please, Father." He opened his robe right where we were and took my right hand and placed it on his crotch. He was not hard yet but I could feel the bulge underneath the fabric. "Yeah, son, you can touch me the way you want. I locked the door and nobody will disturb us here. Do whatever you feel like, it's your chance to make your fantasies come true." I rubbed his crotch slowly and squeezed the bulge that started to grow under my hand. I unzipped his loose, black pants and they fell to the ground allowing me to see his big bulk of a body dressed in white cotton shorts. Now I could see the shape of his dick throbbing under his undies. "Yeah, son, go ahead, do whatever you want, we've got time." He said and now his voice had some quality that denounced lust. "But my mom..." I started, but he said that she knew it would be a while before he took me home. "Touch my cock, son, it's all yours." I couldn't resist! I put my hand on the waistband of his underwear and lowered it slowly, his cock sprang out and stood before my eyes, hard, uncut with the skin peeled off revealing a fat, really fat, mushroom head, which was throbbing. It wasn't as long as daddy's, although it wasn't small either. My father and my uncles had long cocks, but Father Joel's cock was fatter than theirs, my fingers did not meet when I wrapped them around his meat. I was hypnotized and rooted to the floor, but then I reached with both hands, placed them on each of his strong legs, almost touching his butt, and leaned forward placing my mouth over the flared head of his cock. He gasped and jerked almost falling if it was not for the wall. He then leaned on the wall still holding his robe open, giving me more room to do my job. His taste was delicious and he smelled good too. I took his member in one hand and with the other I hold his heavy balls. He had a hairy crotch with big balls full of cum, ready to spit out. I licked the tip of the big mushroom head, opened my mouth wide and tried to swallow what I could, which was only half-way in because it was too thick. He gasped again louder and hissed through his teeth. "Oh my God, son, that feels good! Ahhhh, I think I won't last long." He whispered and moaned. I was ravenous and there was a large piece of meat for me to take hold, so I licked his shaft down until I reached his balls. He spread his legs and I sucked them good, one at a time, licking them all over and then going up lapping on the underside of his pole until I reached the head again and buried my face on his crotch, making his thick cock disappear inside my mouth. I knew that Father Joel had come to his limit. Maybe due to his lack of sex and my expertise he came right then and there, letting his milk gush into my throat. When I took him in I let go of his balls and grabbed him by the butt with both hands and held him there a little longer so he could enjoy the sensation of his cock buried deep in my throat and then he started to shake. He let go oh his robe, grabbed my head with his hands and kept me glued to his crotch while he babbled some words. "Jesus, Mary, holy shit, suck my cock son, yeah, I'm gonna cum now..." His breathing increased. Sweat was running off his forehead and he started spurting his hot cum in my mouth. It was hard for me to breath because his bulky cock was completely buried in my mouth. The first squirt hit the back of my throat and was followed by three others. He let go of my head and I could draw back a little without taking his cock out of my mouth. Just then I swallowed his spunk, tick and creamy. I licked his cock until it was clean and looked up at him. He was slumped against the wall, breathing hard, trying to keep standing. He was completely spent and I think a little surprised too because he didn't expect me to be that helpful. He straightened up, slipped his cock back into his shorts and once again became the solemn and respectful priest that I knew. He bent a little towards me. "Son I... that was the best thing someone has ever done to me. Are you Ok?" He ran his hand over my face, caressing me tenderly. "What you did for me now is something that no one ever did and I can tell you it was the first blowjob I ever got." I was flattered! "Do you want me to do it again Father?" "If I want son? Of course I do, but not today because I'm not that young any more and I need some time to recover myself. Let's go to my house so we can drink something and I'll take you home, but I want you to promise me that you'll come here next Sunday when we can be together again." I nodded affirmatively with my head. "But don't forget that you can't talk about this with anybody." He, then, pulled me into his arms and hugged me lovingly while he tousled my hair. "From now on you're my buddy and we'll have many, many good times together. I'll take care of you." He lifted my face and then placed his lips on mine, kissing me tenderly. For the very first time I was kissed full on the mouth by this handsome man and that awoke something in me that messed up with my head. "Come, dear, let me take you home."