“I am sure,” said the priest, “that Jesus met this way with his deciples.”
“You believe Jesus Christ sucked cock?”
“Undoubtedly. His deciples most certainly did. With no female companionship, they had to relieve each other’s tensions. Men, lacking the third hole, must use the two they have to fulfil their earthly needs.”
“Jesus Christ, Cocksucker,” I giggled.
“Though that may be true, we seldom speak of our lord in that vein.”
“How do you speak of it?”
“We look on it as a communion. A transference of the life force.”
“And when you plug Reverend Jim’s back door?”
“He receives the full gift.”
“Do you receive that gift too?”
“Occasionally, though I am more prone these days, to give than receive.”
“I’m not going to let you put that horse cock up my ass.”
“No I suppose not. It takes practice to accept it without pain.”
“But I sure would like to pound your ass, sometime.”
“Because I’m a priest?”
“Because you’re a fucking priest and most priests don’t do that.”
“I do not touch women.”
“But you do fuck boys.“
“Let’s shower,” said the priest.
We picked up our clothes and I followed his lean, hairy ass down the stairs to the shower. We turned on adjoining shower heads and soaped up. He worked a mass of lather in his crotch and worked it back between his legs and around his butt. He reached over to soap me and worked on me until I had another solid hard-on.
Father Ted stepped from under the spray and lathered his crack some more. He bent forward and rested his hands against the opposite wall. “Come on. Give it to me. The soap will make it slick and smooth.”
“You mean up your ass?”
“Of course. Come on. How often do you get a chance to shove that rammer up a priest’s pussy?”
I moved behind him and found his tight little bung hole in the suds with my finger. I aimed and my hard cock entered with little resistance.
“You are load,” grunted the priest. “You fill my man cunt very well.” “You wanted a fucking. You’ll to get one.” I pulled back and slammed it home. I heard him grunt. I had a hand on each of his slender hips and I watched the cylinder of my cock piston into the sudsy, brown hole. As he tightened to keep me from withdrawing, the insides of that brown ring clung to me and a part of that pinkish-brown opening turned inside out. On the down stroke he opened up to let me ram hard into him until belly and balls slapped against his spare buttocks.
“You like taking it in the ass?” I taunted.
“Love it,” grunted the priest. “Pound me.”
“Right up your sanctified ass.”
“Blessed once by the Cardinal‘s cock, itself,” breathed the priest. “you have entered hallowed ground.”
“You’re kidding. Was he as good as I am?”
“Put your hand on me. Hold it. Work my clit, it needs your hand.”
I reached around him to take his enlarged organ in my fist. Each time I slammed into him, his stiff cock seemed to expand. Each time I withdrew it wept a little on my fingers and made them slick. “You didn’t answer me. Was his cock as good as mine?”
“So good,” moaned the priest.
I had the feeling the priest, being so intimately fucked, could not lie.
That in the throes of his screwing he could not withold any truth. At no other time would he have divulged his connection with the Cardinal. “Did you fuck the Cardinal?”
“That would have been unthinkable. Only another cardinal or the pope would fuck a cardinal. Only a cardinal could suck a pope.
Then the cardinal fucked you.”
“A most secret rite and very beautiful. Each new young priest kissed the Cardinal’s holy scepter and took it in his mouth to firm it. He was a very old man,” explained the priest. “It took a great deal of stimulation to make it stand. Someone stood behind him with a golden cross and introduced the longest part up his fundament to keep him firm.”
I paused in my stroking. I was close to cuming and I wanted to hear all of his story.
“Don’t stop,” wailed the priest, “I need hot sperm in my aching pussy.”
I rammed it home and made him grunt. “Did the cardinal make your pussy come like I’m going to?”
“He put it in all the way, once, and pulled it out. It was only a ceremony. The man was too old for more.”
“Did the old man cop your cherry?”
“Hah!” groaned the priest, “I lost that as an altar boy. Father Burns, bless his horny, holy cock, parted my buns and administered his benediction one morning after mass.”
