Some were stroking sexy latin girls others were stroking each other though not vigorousy. Paul apart, his erection towering to his navel. I wondered if he would volunteer. Tom Acher, the boy who had grasped me, stepped forward. “I will.” “Bless my son.” It was very ritualized as though were a ceremony performed often. Tom knelt behind the kneeling minister. He anointed thick prick with oil. He moved on his knees between the other’s legs and brought his rigid instrument to the point of impact thrust forward. There was an audible expelling of air from the lungs as his rider sank slowly inside him until he was balls to buttocks. “Go!” said one of the him,” said another. “Fuck ass for Jesus.” said another. “I shall be crucified on spike of flesh,” intoned the minister. “Amen.” “The flesh is mortified,” said the minister, “and I am penitent.” “Amen.” “I am to receive a holy offering,” said the penitent. “He be well fucked,” said the chorus of boys. My cock was hard and felt close to bursting. “Amen,” moaned the preacher, “I will his benediction.” “His load will be well received, deep within.” chorused the boys. “Yea, deep my bowels.” “And he will remember this until the next one.” “And far beyond,” moaned the man, “for he is deep within me and shall be remembered by the depth of his stroke and the it brings forth.” “I’m going to come,” shouted Tom.” “The coming is near,” intoned the boys. Tom groaned, his hips forward and froze in that position. We all knew he was delivering offering deep into the preacher’s ass. Preacher Jim turned and faced us, still on his His face was red and he was sweating profusely. He seemed out of breath. His swollen erection pointed toward as we stood in a semi circle about He looked up. “Is there a volunteer who would draw forth the communion offering?” Paul stepped forward. “I will.” Jim held his in his fingers and in a simple gesture, offered it to the volunteer. Paul did not hesitate. He lowered his His mouth enveloped the thick, short rod and his sank quickly to the crisp red hairs at the base. developed a rhythm of up and down and everyone watched the cheeks hollow in suction on the up stroke. The against the older man’s prostrate had to have increased his load and shortened the time it took him to shoot. the first warning, Paul removed his lips and held the swollen head over a small, silver eucharist cup. He milked the spurting glob by thick glob. The minister nodded with satisfaction at the pool of semen on botom. He smiled. “Would our young guest care to add his contribution to chalice?“ “Do it, Jay,” urged Paul. “I’ll help. “I don’t know.” He nodded my pulsing hard on. “It’s got to come out sometime.” “Cum,” one of the boys, ”let him drain your balls.” “Join,“ encouraged another. They all gathered me, slowlyworking their dicks in their hands as though they feared coming too soon. I sat on the bench. Paul, on his knees, between mine. Before, he had merely licked until I had shot my load. This time he took it all to the base and I his tongue among the short hairs, tickling the upper reaches of my balls. On the first he raised his eyes to me. He looked as he were telling me that this was what he had been born to do. That he was a cocksucker and girls never be a part of his life. also knew he was my friend. The sensations were fantastic. The guilt was there. The knowing I should not be there, doing this, was there. Most of I knew others should not watching. I told myself that I was not queer. I knew I enjoyed it just as much with the older women I had been with. I told myself that what it came down to was whatever made my cock feel good was all right. It really did not make that difference whether the holes or tlips were male female. Hell, other boys and I had fooled around with each other for years all the while we dreamed of pussy. And when I finally got a taste of pussy dipping I still found it the most satisfying sensation in the world. I thought Aunt Polly’’s lips and tried compare them to Paul’s. I could not. Paul’s were now. They were wet and sucking softly oh so good. I found my hips making fucking motions toward his mouth. The tsurge began way down at the of my cock. Paul held the throbbing head over the chalice and miked every drop to mix with the preachers. Eventually except Tom who had piped his load into the preach’s rectum added his contribution the chalice. Reverend Jim took our offering the small office at the end of the hall. He had a desk, a couple of chairs, a small refrigerator and a blender. He took a bottle of milk a can of Hershey’s syrup from the refrigerator. He filled the chalice twice from milk and made sure that the residue into the blender. He poured a dollop of syrup into the mix and a teaspoon of malt powder. He added two scoops of ice cream from freezer. It was obvious this ritual had been performed before. The blender whirled and hummed. The became frothy. I wondered who would have the nerve to take a sip. I knew would. No one else had taken another’s member in his mouth or seemed libable swallow another man’s juice. Preach took the pitcher from the blender and poured eight small Dixie cups, moving back and forth until the mixture was evenly distributed. Each was approximately half full. “One for all,” said the Preach. “We drink the eucharist.” “All are one,” said the boys. “An offering given an offering received.” “Even to the last drop,” said the boys. “It is a gift greatly savored.” “This contains the milk of creation, a part me joins a part of you. We are one as we become one.” “Amen!” “We partake of The Elixir of Creation.” The preacher raised cup to his lips and sipped. The and each boy followed suit. I was mesmerized by the ritual. Taken in by the actions of the others, I sipped my cup. It was, in its way, a beautiful thing, a religious thing. The taste was like any other malt. I knew I was tasting a potion the combined sperm of four other boys, the preacher and the priest. I knew in a way I had into myself something that only a cocksucker could Whether my lips had encircled a cock or not I swallowed the results, not of one but of six others and my own. When last drop was swallowed and each had licked his lips, they shook my hand welcomed me into The Society of the Sensual Jesus. That afternoon I went home with Paul and took his extended into my mouth. Paul my head lovingly as I struggled with that long tube of flesh and moved my tongue around it. Though I dreaded his first throbs ecstasty, I ignored his warning and hung on as he shot wad after wad of thick, slimy stuff into my throat. The taste not as bad as I feared, though I found it slightly bitter. chill went down my spine. I continued mouthing his softening cock as I nursed his cock as a suckling would its mother and it was good. *** One day I asked Paul. “Does Father Ted put his thick cock to Preacher Jim in the ritual?” “Not when we’re around but I think they take turns on their own. I think probably fuck up a storm.” “I’d like to see Lew throw a good fuck up the priests ass, of a pay back.” “Wouldn’t it be nice sometime for the whole group pump his ass?” said Paul. “I mean do a regular gang-bang on him.” “Have you ever let them do to you?” Paul shook his head.” “Have you ever done it to either them?“ “I did Preacher Jim. He said I was further up there than anybody was.” “Does it feel good, being in a man’s ass?” Paul shrugged. “It’s the only fucking I’ve ever done. It feels great.” He smiled. “Preacher Jim would you if you gave him a blow job after.” “I don’t know if I could that.” “You did me.” “But you’re my friend.” “Preacher Jim would be your Paul stroked my hard-on, teasingly. He bent forward kissed head with a wet tongue. “His cock isn’t all that big and it’s doesn’t taste bad.” I reached under his balls and tickled his ass hole. “I like to fuck fucking priest in his shitty, old asshole until he uncle.” Paul grinned. “It could happen. Who knows?” He gave my cock an extra squeeze, turned and on the floor on his knees. “In meantime, why don’t you drop a load up mine?” “You’re babeding. You said you’ve never done that.” Paul “I’ve been saving my virgin ass for you, old buddy. You going to give me crawled behind him and spit on my cock. “Are you sure?” Paul giggled like a girl. “Promise you’ll be gentle.” I touched cock to the brown, starfish opening and shoved. “Fuck You.” “Yeah,” gasped Paul, “Do me. Do me good.” “You’re tight young fucker,” I gasped. “God Damn!” moaned Paul. “Does it hurt?” “Yeah!” “Want me to stop.” “God Shut up and fuck ass.” “You’re tighter than a girl.” “Thanks a lot.” “I meant that as a compliment.” “I bet you kissed the suck a man’s cock rather than kiss him.” “That’s all right by me.” “I’ll give you a blow job to fuck your ass anytime.” “I‘m gonna come any second,” Paul, but I’ll let you lick up my gravy.” “I’m my load up in your bowels any second.” “Am I a good piece of ass?” gasped Paul. I rammed my rod all the way in froze, balls pressed against his spread buttocks and throbbed shot shot of my white stuff as far up as I could reach. “You’re the best,” I panted. *** It was weeks after my anal encounter with Paul. Strangely, we had not repeated it though we had been to church gym, done our rituals and some mutual blow jobs We had watched various members pay their tribute to Preacher Jim’s ass. This day we had finally Father Ted put his cucumber sized, thick prick up the plump ass of the church leader. The priest’s stroke was relentless as he was trying to punish solid, resilent cheeks with his cock. The Preach begged for more. He moaned and for the first time he spouted his man juice solely from the spike his ass. Happily someone had the foresight direct his spouting dick to the chalice and catch his offering to our ritual cocktail. I spurted my load into the thinking once more that I would like to sink my cock between hairy cheeks of the fucking priest. As he withdrew his dripping member he turned and miked the last drops onto the floor of the locker room. thought he looked directly me as I milked the last drop from mine and watched it mingle amongst the others offering. *** A week later the other players were down to the showers. I felt a hand on my ass. “Jay, hold up.” priest’s firm hand pulled me back. “Let’s try a young one on one. think I can improve your game.” “Won’t the others be attending the ceremony?” “It happen without us. We can make up whatever we need to make ourselves aright, later.” His smile was reassuring. He smacked on the butt and backed up, dribbling the ball. He came at me, and then breezed by me and sank the bucket. Smiling, he passed the ball to me. He stuck to me like leech. He slapped the ball, stole it and sank it before recovered. He came back and put his arm around my neck. “You’re too tentative. You have to be decisive, switch hands and drive.” He flipped the ball. “Try again.” We played for nearly half an hour. The came up, waved goodnight and left. Father Ted promised Jim to lock up. Only we were left. Father Ted said. “Let’s make it interesting. Ten free throws each. Who ever makes the most gets a blow job. What do you say?” I “You know you’re going win.” “Not necessarily.” The priest sank his first five. So did I. Of the five I missed two. Father Ted made his first three then missed the last two. I could swear he did it on He shrugged. “I guess we both lost or to put it a nicer way, we both won. I’m afraid we’ll have to settle for a young round of sixty-nine. you game?” “I reckon. We ought shower first.” “If you wish,“ said the priest, “although is nothing with the salty taste of a man’s honest sweat.” He stretched the elastic at the top of shorts and shoved them toward the floor. He lowered his jockstrap and kicked off. His dick was already expanding in anticipation. stiring in my crotch told me I was as anxious as he. He pulled off the sweaty T-shirt. Except for his thick cock, he was not a prime physical though he was all sinew and muscle. He moved a padded mat in the corner and sat down to remove his shoes. We were totally naked in seconds. On my knees him I reached over and clasped his cock in my fingers. He did something to make it expand in my hand. reacted similarly when he grasped me. “You’ve got a nice hunk of meat for a young man,” the priest. “Except for you I’ve never touched an older man’s cock.” “Or one?” “No.” “But you want to.” “I think so.” “Have you with the boys?” “Only one or two.” “Which is it?” “One.” “You like doing it a lot?” “I like having it done, a lot.” “And it?” I shrugged. “I don’t mind it too much.” He bent and swallowed my to the curly hairs around my balls. I groaned. “You’ve got a nice, sweaty taste of youth. Salty and solid.” “I think I can swallow you that way,” I confessed.” “Take what can.” He lay on his side and moved so his mouth was opposite my crotch. He extended tongue and touched the throbbing head of my glans. “I do baptize this cock in the name of the holy hard-on of Jesus.” I “And I anoint you with holy spit of a cocksucker.” I heard his chortle as he swallowed me totally and I filled my mouth with the hard, holy meat Father Ted’s short, thick cock. After a few swirls of his tongue, I could not help thrusting forcefully his mouth. It felt too good to resist. Soon he was doing the same to me. With his every stroke he my throat a bit further until I was sure that what touched my lips were his pubic and I was taking him as easily as he swallowed me. His hands clasping my ass, rhythmically my cheeks while I hung on his scrawny buns. His fingers crept into the crevice. One thick toyed at my back hole and forced entrance. I moaned as he breeched the muscular and invaded my ass. I came roman candle bursts shooting into his mouth and he did much the same in mine.I've had a lot of requests to write a story with a homosexual This story represents my second attempt to do so. If male/male activities are not your thing, you probably like this one. well; I'll catch you next time. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be distributed with this notice attached, long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived or displayed, it is done so with the understanding the author will have unrestricted access to the archive or posting. Additional stories be found at www.literotica.com. Just go to Stories section, select Indexed By Author, and look for Bob Peale. While at it, check out some of the other great stories posted by other address all feedback, inquiries, marriage proposals, etc. to the author at mischief1@bigfoot.com. Disclaimer: This story is a work fiction. None of the characters events herein are based on real people, either or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. you are not adult, or reading of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, state, or federal law enforcement officer, official of United States Postal Service, acting in the capacity of a representative of a telecommunications firm, that, to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of of local, state, or federal law. No animals harmed in the manufacture of this product. Jeff been driving this route for 4 months now, which was 4 months longer than he’d intended. Generally, his were all within a 20-mile radius of his house, but this was a key engagement for his company, so he’d agreed to travel temporarily. week had soon given way to one month, which morphed into three, and now it looked like he might coming down here for as many as nine. Bonus and per diem aside, was really starting to suck. His girlfriend had come down a few times so that they could have a long weekend the company, but during the week he was pretty much on his own. Early on in the he’d decided that if he was going to make this damn trip at he sure as hell was going to do it in comfort. He adopted a standard travel attire of a t-shirt and loose high cut gym shorts, even if he left from the office rather than his apartment. He’d been out like a madman in preparation for beach season, any t-shirt he choose stretched tightly across his chest, showcasing than hiding his well muscled chest and the chiseled ripples of his stomach. Also, he usually bother with underwear or shoes. The drive was over three hours if there was no traffic, and if he had to stop it was usually sexy latin girls some backwater town that didn’t care what had on anyway. And it felt good to let his and easy 7" flaccid, hang free during the ride. He just had to remember to adjust his shorts before he went into a or gas station, otherwise people might see a young more than they bargained for. Since the summer season had started, he’d lucky enough to leave in the afternoon during the week, avoiding the beach bound traffic.
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