Exploited, John
John O’Connor looked up from his position in left field and noticed for the first time an older man talking to his coach beside the dugout. He could see the two laughing as they talked and wondered who he was, knowing that if the coach liked him he must be a good guy. A load crack of a wooden bat smashing into a ball rolled across the field drawing his attention back to the game. Quickly scanning the sky, he spotted the ball arcing high into the bright blue sky and heading right towards him.
He tracked the ball as it began its descent and signaled that he had the catch. He did have it easily and feeling the satisfying sting of the ball impacting the pocket of his glove he pulled it into chest. On instinct he spun while scooping the ball from his mitt and fired it across the field to home plate. Chuck Simmons caught the ball just as the base runner made it back to the bag. It was a double play that denied the other team the game tying run and sealed their fate.
“Out”, yelled the umpire and the sparse crowd, who had gathered to watch the underdog St. Thomas Tempests play against the league leading Mainland High Road Runners, erupted with a mix of both cheers and calls for the umpire’s head.
John couldn’t believe it, they’d beaten the Road Runners! Beyond excited he ran back towards the dugout and the congratulations of his team on his play. This was easily the best day of his life he thought as his teammates all slapped him on the back and high fives were passed all around. Even coach Brown clapped him on the back and complimented the play.
As the team settled down the coach pulled him aside and led him over to the guy that he’d been talking to. “John, this is Father Stevens, your new Chaplain.”
Not sure what to do John stuck out his hand, “Pleased to meet you Father.” The guy wasn’t dressed as a priest, he was wearing Jeans and a polo shirt instead of the black suit and white collar that their former chaplain has always worn. He seemed nice enough though where Father Hennessy had always seemed dour and stern.
The older gentleman took his hand and shook it firmly, “Nice catch young man.” The old parishioner checked out the young player and decided that he’d need to get to know this k** a little better.
The two sat at a nearby picnic table and talked about baseball for the next half hour. It turned out that despite living in central Florida they were both fans of the Boston Red Sox. Their conversation was interrupted by John’s father who was visibly more than a little drunk. John knew that his dad had been sitting in the family Buick drinking beer the whole time that he’d been on the field and was disgusted with him for it. Humiliated, he introduced his father to the new chaplain. There was the usual small talk and then he followed his father to the car and another miserable day at home.
Over the next month Father Stevens turned out to be the boy’s greatest fan, he always seemed to be on the sidelines at the games rooting for him while his dad sat in the car getting drunk. One day after a hard fought loss John came off the field to find his father’s pale blue Buick gone from the parking lot. “What the fuck”, he sighed to himself and figured that he was in for a long walk home.
As he gathered his gear John heard the chaplain come up behind him. “Hey, even the Sox can’t win them all.”
The boy forced a smile and replied, “We’ll get them next time, Father.”
“Hey, I hope you don’t mind but I asked your dad if you could come over to my place and watch the Sox game.”
“Really”, the boy perked up, “That would be great!” His father hated baseball and never allowed him to watch the games on Sunday afternoon if the damned NASCAR race was on. He followed the priest out to his small Honda and tossed his gear into the back.
It was a short drive to the small cinder block house at the edge of town that the priest called home. The inside was fairly spartan in decoration but boasted a large flat screen TV in the living room. As they watched the game Father Stevens surprised the boy by asking, “You smoke?”
John was surprised by the question and said no, he’d never smoked cigarettes. He was further shocked when the priest pulled out a water bong from the end table and asked who was talking about tobacco. Now that John had partaken of before, but only a couple of times with some of the older k**s from school. He watched as the man of God packed the bowl and took a big toke. The pungent aroma of the weed filled the room and when the bong was passed to him, he took a deep hit. Damn it was good pot.
They passed the bong back and forth while the Red Sox built up a solid seven-point lead before the fifth inning was done. “You wanna go swimming”, the priest asked the boy sitting on the couch beside him.
“Sure”, the boy replied but then added, “I don’t have a bathing suit.”
“Neither do I”, the holy man admitted, “but it doesn’t matter, my backyard is very private.”
If he hadn’t been so stoned John my have thought twice about it, but with his mind clouded by the marijuana and his trust of the older man, he agreed. He pulled himself off the couch and followed the priest out to the back yard. He was surprised to see a large in-ground pool filled with cool refreshing water. A little modestly he followed the lead of his mentor and stripped off his uniform and jumped into the pool.
David, Father Stevens, hungrily watched as the boy peeled off the baseball uniform. He had a nice thin body with the nice muscle tone of youth. As his young guest dropped his underwear to the concrete deck, he ogled the teen’s tanned body and drooled a little.
They swam for a bit, playing like a couple of schoolboys in the cooling water under the strong tropical sun. After about an hour, the priest climbed out and got them a couple of beers from inside and they sat naked by the pool drinking them. John could not believe how cool it was too just hang out with Father Stevens. He wasn’t at all like the other priests that he’d known.
After their beers David asked his guest if he wanted to watch a movie inside. John agreed and they gathered their clothes and moved back into the house. John was tempted to get dressed but when the older parishioner made no move to do so he padded naked down the hall to the bathroom while his host put a dvd into the player beside the TV.
When he came back Father Stevens was sitting on the couch, still naked, and the movie had started. He sat down next to the priest and turned his attention to the screen. Two men and a pretty blonde were just entering what appeared to be a living room. The blonde-haired woman sat between the guys on the couch and began kissing the both of them. What kind of movie is this, John wondered as the men began squeezing the girl’s tits through her blouse. It didn’t take long before they were stripping her naked. By now the boy knew what kind of movie it was and felt a little weird watching porn with a priest, but he was still pretty stoned so he just went with it. Besides the action on the screen was getting pretty hot. By this time one guy was kneeling between the beautiful blonde's legs and licking her shaved pussy while the other fed his large cock into her mouth. Things got weirder still when the one guy took his cock from the blonde’s mouth and put it into the other guy’s. What the fuck? Then after they took turns fucking the woman, the two guys fucked each other in the butt. That John thought was gross, but still kind of hot.
John might have been so engrossed in the movie that he didn’t really notice how hard his prick had become, but the boy’s erection certainly didn’t go unnoticed by Father Stevens. He fought to keep from reaching out to it through the first scene but by the middle of the second scene, he couldn’t resist any longer. Without warning, he bent over and took the unsuspecting boy’s throbbing dick into his mouth.
That got the boy’s attention. The old priests mouth had engulfed his young prick in it’s warm wetness before he’d realized what was happening. “*****hat are you doing”, John stammered as the man he’d been so looking up to was now sucking his dick.
“Shh, just watch the movie and enjoy it.”
He had to admit that it did feel good the way the warm wet mouth was sliding up and down his shaft, but still it was wrong. He wasn’t gay! He tried to pull away but the holy man held him down. “Please stop, I’m not gay!”
Father Stevens sat up next the boy and asked, “You like playing baseball for the school, right?”
“I love it”, John replied already sensing the threat that was coming. Looking at the priest he noticed for the first time the older guy’s very hard dick. It was bigger than his and somehow angry looking, suddenly he was very afraid of it.
“It would be a shame if you were benched, or maybe even removed from the team”, David implied as he slowly stroked his own cock.
He thought that he might cry as he settled back onto the couch, “Alright, just do it.”
“Do what?”
“Just finish what you were doing.”
“What do you want me to finish”, the priest insisted.
The boy had to force out the word and even then, he couldn’t believe that they were coming from his mouth, “Suck my dick.” “Please.”
The older guy gave him a wicked smile and simply leaned over again and took the shaken teenagers cock back into his mouth. He sucked and licked the young cock expertly while the bot did his best to focus on the movie and pretend that it was the redhead in the current scene who was pleasuring him. It wasn’t hard to pretend except for when the priest's stubble poked into his thighs. Between the sex on the TV and the father’s expert mouth John could soon feel the cum beginning to build in his sack. He tried to resist the oncoming orgasm, torn by the fact that another man was about to make him shoot. Finally, there was no more denying the rising flood of cum and his slender frame stiffened and he shot his load into the priest’s hungry mouth.
David greedily sucked every bit of the delicious boy cum from the teens cock, savoring every drop as he swallowed it all. He licked the boys cock clean and sat back up, “Now that wasn’t so bad now was it?”
John had to admit, his first blowjob was pretty amazing, even if it came from another dude. What concerned him now was if the priest was going to demand that he return the favor. He didn’t have to wonder long for soon after he’d caught his breath he felt the man’s hand on the back of his head, gently but undeniably pushing him down towards that angry looking prick. Already he could see the slimy precum oozing from the tip and his stomach churned as he tried to prepare himself for it to be in his mouth. As it neared his lips he opened his mouth, knowing that it was useless to resist. The best that he could hope for was to make the older guy shoot fast and be done with it. He closed his eyes just as the bulbous knob slipped across his lips and glided down his tongue towards the back of his throat. It really didn’t taste as bad as he’d feared, a little salty, but not too bad. Still it was gross to think that he had another guy’s dick in his mouth.
Father Stevens felt it as the boy sealed his lips around the throbbing shaft and began to bob his head up and down its length. It was obvious that he’d never sucked a dick before but that actually turned him on more. He grabbed the k** by the ears and began to fuck the boy’s face. After a couple of minutes of enduring the teenager’s attempt at a blowjob he pulled his hard cock from the boy’s mouth. “You know, you really suck at this.” He laughed at his own corny joke and not so gently guided the boy onto his knees on the couch. He looked down on the slender ass poking back up at him and reached into the end table drawer for the small bottle of lube that he kept there.
“What are you doing”, John asked despite knowing where this was leading. By now he’d seen several men being sodomized in the movie that they’d been watching. “Please don’t do this.”
“Just relax and enjoy it”, the priest shushed him as he applied a dollop of the clear oil to his shaft. He squeezed a couple more drops onto the boy's virgin hole and pushed it inside.
John jumped a little at the sudden intrusion and tried to fight back his tears. “Please don’t”, he begged, “I promise that I won’t tell anyone.”
“Oh, you won’t say a word”, the old pervert assured him, “First of all, nobody will believe you. Secondly, you’ll never play baseball for the school again.” He not so gently pushed down on the boy’s back until his face was pressed against the couch cushion. Holding him down with one hand he used the other to guide his greasy cock towards the boy’s asshole. Once he was sure that he was lined up with the small opening he thrust forward pushing almost half of his seven inches into the boy.
John’s whole body tightened as the first wave of the abrupt penetration shot through him, “Oww, take it out”, he screamed as he felt the priest pull back for another shot. This time it went even deeper into the uncharted territory of his butthole. “Please stop, it fucking hurts so bad!” Again, he felt the invading prick retreat almost all the way out and for the briefest of seconds he hoped that he’d convinced Father Stevens to stop. He was wrong, with the next punishing thrust he felt the man’s pubic hair on his ass and knew that he had the guy’s whole dick inside of him and it hurt like hell. He felt his attacker withdraw again but this time he knew better than to hope for a reprieve, he was getting fucked like some girl or a ****** even if he wasn’t either.
For Father Stevens the boy’s ass felt like heaven, so tight and warm in the way that it gripped his meat. He continued to saw his rock-hard cock into the boy’s colon, gradually increasing the speed and force of his thrusts until he reached a decent tempo. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh accompanied the boy’s cries and whimpers in echoing through the house. For David, the sounds only added to the experience of fucking a young boy for the first time. He’d have the boy again, probably many times, but it would never be as good as this time.
For John his ass did seem to stretch to accommodate the priest’s cock but still it hurt, a lot, every time the piston like rod slammed home in his asshole. He was being ****d by another man and feared that this wouldn’t be the last time. This man controlled his baseball career and they both knew it, and he also believed that it was true that nobody would believe it if he complained. Armed with this knowledge he tried to relax and hopefully it would end soon. Perhaps the most disturbing part of it was the fact that his own dick was hard as steel while his ass was being violated.
Sensing that his climax was rapidly approaching Father Stevens pulled out of the boy’s ass and urged him to roll over onto his back. He pushed the boy’s knees up against his chest and pushed his prick back into that sweet little asshole. “It looks like somebody is enjoying getting fucked”, he smirked and let go of one knee to grab the boy’s hardon. He stroked the smaller shaft as he pumped into the youngster’s tight hole.
He most certainly was not enjoying it, despite the betrayal of his dick. His butthole hurt like hell and he was very much humiliated by the fact that another man was using him for his own pleasure. Damnit, he was straight, he liked pussy for God’s sake, even if he’d never actually seen one in real life, he knew that he liked it better than he liked dicks. Still, as the priest pumped his prick into his asshole and stroked his own dick, he could feel the pleasure building in his cock and balls. There’s no way that he could cum while being buttfucked by an old pervert, yet the pressure building in his nuts wasn’t to be denied. As much as he fought it, he lost the battle with his own body and soon thick ropes of creamy *********t cum erupted from his dick and splashed across his chest and belly.
Father Stevens watched as the boy came all over himself and the sight drove him quickly over the edge. With a final push he his seed exploded into the k**’s bowels. “Ahh, shit”, he exclaimed as he emptied his load. He held himself tight to the boy until the last of his seed oozed out into the boy’s colon before pulling his spent prick free and letting his new lover off of the couch. An evil grin crossed his face as the boy shot up and ran towards the bathroom.
By the time John reached the sanctuary of the small bathroom he could already feel the slimy deposit that had been left in his ass leaking from his now gaping asshole. He flopped down onto the bowl and pushed as hard as he could to get the offending goo from his ass. He cried softly as he farted loudly and heard the splash of semen hitting the toilet water. When he finally felt that he’s gotten as much out as he could he wiped tenderly, sickened by the layer of slime that stuck to the paper. He pulled himself together and went back to the living room. “I want to go home now”, he told the priest who’d just violated his asshole, while he gathered his clothes and began to dress.
Father Stevens had expected this and began to get dressed as well, “Remember John, this is our secret”, he calmly stated, “It would suck to lose our best outfielder so early in the season.” Once dressed he led the boy back out to his car and pulled out of the driveway. He tried several times to start some small talk about sports during the ride but his star outfielder and new boy toy didn’t seem to want to talk.
Over the next few weeks and months John discovered that the afternoon he’d spent with Father Stevens was only the beginning. Two or three times a week he’d be called to the Father’s office during school and every time he left it was with a load of the pervert priest’s cum either in his ass or stomach. He also began to notice a couple of other boys who seemed to spend a lot of time in the Father’s office and usually left walking like their butts hurt or they had a bad taste in their mouth.
He tracked the ball as it began its descent and signaled that he had the catch. He did have it easily and feeling the satisfying sting of the ball impacting the pocket of his glove he pulled it into chest. On instinct he spun while scooping the ball from his mitt and fired it across the field to home plate. Chuck Simmons caught the ball just as the base runner made it back to the bag. It was a double play that denied the other team the game tying run and sealed their fate.
“Out”, yelled the umpire and the sparse crowd, who had gathered to watch the underdog St. Thomas Tempests play against the league leading Mainland High Road Runners, erupted with a mix of both cheers and calls for the umpire’s head.
John couldn’t believe it, they’d beaten the Road Runners! Beyond excited he ran back towards the dugout and the congratulations of his team on his play. This was easily the best day of his life he thought as his teammates all slapped him on the back and high fives were passed all around. Even coach Brown clapped him on the back and complimented the play.
As the team settled down the coach pulled him aside and led him over to the guy that he’d been talking to. “John, this is Father Stevens, your new Chaplain.”
Not sure what to do John stuck out his hand, “Pleased to meet you Father.” The guy wasn’t dressed as a priest, he was wearing Jeans and a polo shirt instead of the black suit and white collar that their former chaplain has always worn. He seemed nice enough though where Father Hennessy had always seemed dour and stern.
The older gentleman took his hand and shook it firmly, “Nice catch young man.” The old parishioner checked out the young player and decided that he’d need to get to know this k** a little better.
The two sat at a nearby picnic table and talked about baseball for the next half hour. It turned out that despite living in central Florida they were both fans of the Boston Red Sox. Their conversation was interrupted by John’s father who was visibly more than a little drunk. John knew that his dad had been sitting in the family Buick drinking beer the whole time that he’d been on the field and was disgusted with him for it. Humiliated, he introduced his father to the new chaplain. There was the usual small talk and then he followed his father to the car and another miserable day at home.
Over the next month Father Stevens turned out to be the boy’s greatest fan, he always seemed to be on the sidelines at the games rooting for him while his dad sat in the car getting drunk. One day after a hard fought loss John came off the field to find his father’s pale blue Buick gone from the parking lot. “What the fuck”, he sighed to himself and figured that he was in for a long walk home.
As he gathered his gear John heard the chaplain come up behind him. “Hey, even the Sox can’t win them all.”
The boy forced a smile and replied, “We’ll get them next time, Father.”
“Hey, I hope you don’t mind but I asked your dad if you could come over to my place and watch the Sox game.”
“Really”, the boy perked up, “That would be great!” His father hated baseball and never allowed him to watch the games on Sunday afternoon if the damned NASCAR race was on. He followed the priest out to his small Honda and tossed his gear into the back.
It was a short drive to the small cinder block house at the edge of town that the priest called home. The inside was fairly spartan in decoration but boasted a large flat screen TV in the living room. As they watched the game Father Stevens surprised the boy by asking, “You smoke?”
John was surprised by the question and said no, he’d never smoked cigarettes. He was further shocked when the priest pulled out a water bong from the end table and asked who was talking about tobacco. Now that John had partaken of before, but only a couple of times with some of the older k**s from school. He watched as the man of God packed the bowl and took a big toke. The pungent aroma of the weed filled the room and when the bong was passed to him, he took a deep hit. Damn it was good pot.
They passed the bong back and forth while the Red Sox built up a solid seven-point lead before the fifth inning was done. “You wanna go swimming”, the priest asked the boy sitting on the couch beside him.
“Sure”, the boy replied but then added, “I don’t have a bathing suit.”
“Neither do I”, the holy man admitted, “but it doesn’t matter, my backyard is very private.”
If he hadn’t been so stoned John my have thought twice about it, but with his mind clouded by the marijuana and his trust of the older man, he agreed. He pulled himself off the couch and followed the priest out to the back yard. He was surprised to see a large in-ground pool filled with cool refreshing water. A little modestly he followed the lead of his mentor and stripped off his uniform and jumped into the pool.
David, Father Stevens, hungrily watched as the boy peeled off the baseball uniform. He had a nice thin body with the nice muscle tone of youth. As his young guest dropped his underwear to the concrete deck, he ogled the teen’s tanned body and drooled a little.
They swam for a bit, playing like a couple of schoolboys in the cooling water under the strong tropical sun. After about an hour, the priest climbed out and got them a couple of beers from inside and they sat naked by the pool drinking them. John could not believe how cool it was too just hang out with Father Stevens. He wasn’t at all like the other priests that he’d known.
After their beers David asked his guest if he wanted to watch a movie inside. John agreed and they gathered their clothes and moved back into the house. John was tempted to get dressed but when the older parishioner made no move to do so he padded naked down the hall to the bathroom while his host put a dvd into the player beside the TV.
When he came back Father Stevens was sitting on the couch, still naked, and the movie had started. He sat down next to the priest and turned his attention to the screen. Two men and a pretty blonde were just entering what appeared to be a living room. The blonde-haired woman sat between the guys on the couch and began kissing the both of them. What kind of movie is this, John wondered as the men began squeezing the girl’s tits through her blouse. It didn’t take long before they were stripping her naked. By now the boy knew what kind of movie it was and felt a little weird watching porn with a priest, but he was still pretty stoned so he just went with it. Besides the action on the screen was getting pretty hot. By this time one guy was kneeling between the beautiful blonde's legs and licking her shaved pussy while the other fed his large cock into her mouth. Things got weirder still when the one guy took his cock from the blonde’s mouth and put it into the other guy’s. What the fuck? Then after they took turns fucking the woman, the two guys fucked each other in the butt. That John thought was gross, but still kind of hot.
John might have been so engrossed in the movie that he didn’t really notice how hard his prick had become, but the boy’s erection certainly didn’t go unnoticed by Father Stevens. He fought to keep from reaching out to it through the first scene but by the middle of the second scene, he couldn’t resist any longer. Without warning, he bent over and took the unsuspecting boy’s throbbing dick into his mouth.
That got the boy’s attention. The old priests mouth had engulfed his young prick in it’s warm wetness before he’d realized what was happening. “*****hat are you doing”, John stammered as the man he’d been so looking up to was now sucking his dick.
“Shh, just watch the movie and enjoy it.”
He had to admit that it did feel good the way the warm wet mouth was sliding up and down his shaft, but still it was wrong. He wasn’t gay! He tried to pull away but the holy man held him down. “Please stop, I’m not gay!”
Father Stevens sat up next the boy and asked, “You like playing baseball for the school, right?”
“I love it”, John replied already sensing the threat that was coming. Looking at the priest he noticed for the first time the older guy’s very hard dick. It was bigger than his and somehow angry looking, suddenly he was very afraid of it.
“It would be a shame if you were benched, or maybe even removed from the team”, David implied as he slowly stroked his own cock.
He thought that he might cry as he settled back onto the couch, “Alright, just do it.”
“Do what?”
“Just finish what you were doing.”
“What do you want me to finish”, the priest insisted.
The boy had to force out the word and even then, he couldn’t believe that they were coming from his mouth, “Suck my dick.” “Please.”
The older guy gave him a wicked smile and simply leaned over again and took the shaken teenagers cock back into his mouth. He sucked and licked the young cock expertly while the bot did his best to focus on the movie and pretend that it was the redhead in the current scene who was pleasuring him. It wasn’t hard to pretend except for when the priest's stubble poked into his thighs. Between the sex on the TV and the father’s expert mouth John could soon feel the cum beginning to build in his sack. He tried to resist the oncoming orgasm, torn by the fact that another man was about to make him shoot. Finally, there was no more denying the rising flood of cum and his slender frame stiffened and he shot his load into the priest’s hungry mouth.
David greedily sucked every bit of the delicious boy cum from the teens cock, savoring every drop as he swallowed it all. He licked the boys cock clean and sat back up, “Now that wasn’t so bad now was it?”
John had to admit, his first blowjob was pretty amazing, even if it came from another dude. What concerned him now was if the priest was going to demand that he return the favor. He didn’t have to wonder long for soon after he’d caught his breath he felt the man’s hand on the back of his head, gently but undeniably pushing him down towards that angry looking prick. Already he could see the slimy precum oozing from the tip and his stomach churned as he tried to prepare himself for it to be in his mouth. As it neared his lips he opened his mouth, knowing that it was useless to resist. The best that he could hope for was to make the older guy shoot fast and be done with it. He closed his eyes just as the bulbous knob slipped across his lips and glided down his tongue towards the back of his throat. It really didn’t taste as bad as he’d feared, a little salty, but not too bad. Still it was gross to think that he had another guy’s dick in his mouth.
Father Stevens felt it as the boy sealed his lips around the throbbing shaft and began to bob his head up and down its length. It was obvious that he’d never sucked a dick before but that actually turned him on more. He grabbed the k** by the ears and began to fuck the boy’s face. After a couple of minutes of enduring the teenager’s attempt at a blowjob he pulled his hard cock from the boy’s mouth. “You know, you really suck at this.” He laughed at his own corny joke and not so gently guided the boy onto his knees on the couch. He looked down on the slender ass poking back up at him and reached into the end table drawer for the small bottle of lube that he kept there.
“What are you doing”, John asked despite knowing where this was leading. By now he’d seen several men being sodomized in the movie that they’d been watching. “Please don’t do this.”
“Just relax and enjoy it”, the priest shushed him as he applied a dollop of the clear oil to his shaft. He squeezed a couple more drops onto the boy's virgin hole and pushed it inside.
John jumped a little at the sudden intrusion and tried to fight back his tears. “Please don’t”, he begged, “I promise that I won’t tell anyone.”
“Oh, you won’t say a word”, the old pervert assured him, “First of all, nobody will believe you. Secondly, you’ll never play baseball for the school again.” He not so gently pushed down on the boy’s back until his face was pressed against the couch cushion. Holding him down with one hand he used the other to guide his greasy cock towards the boy’s asshole. Once he was sure that he was lined up with the small opening he thrust forward pushing almost half of his seven inches into the boy.
John’s whole body tightened as the first wave of the abrupt penetration shot through him, “Oww, take it out”, he screamed as he felt the priest pull back for another shot. This time it went even deeper into the uncharted territory of his butthole. “Please stop, it fucking hurts so bad!” Again, he felt the invading prick retreat almost all the way out and for the briefest of seconds he hoped that he’d convinced Father Stevens to stop. He was wrong, with the next punishing thrust he felt the man’s pubic hair on his ass and knew that he had the guy’s whole dick inside of him and it hurt like hell. He felt his attacker withdraw again but this time he knew better than to hope for a reprieve, he was getting fucked like some girl or a ****** even if he wasn’t either.
For Father Stevens the boy’s ass felt like heaven, so tight and warm in the way that it gripped his meat. He continued to saw his rock-hard cock into the boy’s colon, gradually increasing the speed and force of his thrusts until he reached a decent tempo. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh accompanied the boy’s cries and whimpers in echoing through the house. For David, the sounds only added to the experience of fucking a young boy for the first time. He’d have the boy again, probably many times, but it would never be as good as this time.
For John his ass did seem to stretch to accommodate the priest’s cock but still it hurt, a lot, every time the piston like rod slammed home in his asshole. He was being ****d by another man and feared that this wouldn’t be the last time. This man controlled his baseball career and they both knew it, and he also believed that it was true that nobody would believe it if he complained. Armed with this knowledge he tried to relax and hopefully it would end soon. Perhaps the most disturbing part of it was the fact that his own dick was hard as steel while his ass was being violated.
Sensing that his climax was rapidly approaching Father Stevens pulled out of the boy’s ass and urged him to roll over onto his back. He pushed the boy’s knees up against his chest and pushed his prick back into that sweet little asshole. “It looks like somebody is enjoying getting fucked”, he smirked and let go of one knee to grab the boy’s hardon. He stroked the smaller shaft as he pumped into the youngster’s tight hole.
He most certainly was not enjoying it, despite the betrayal of his dick. His butthole hurt like hell and he was very much humiliated by the fact that another man was using him for his own pleasure. Damnit, he was straight, he liked pussy for God’s sake, even if he’d never actually seen one in real life, he knew that he liked it better than he liked dicks. Still, as the priest pumped his prick into his asshole and stroked his own dick, he could feel the pleasure building in his cock and balls. There’s no way that he could cum while being buttfucked by an old pervert, yet the pressure building in his nuts wasn’t to be denied. As much as he fought it, he lost the battle with his own body and soon thick ropes of creamy *********t cum erupted from his dick and splashed across his chest and belly.
Father Stevens watched as the boy came all over himself and the sight drove him quickly over the edge. With a final push he his seed exploded into the k**’s bowels. “Ahh, shit”, he exclaimed as he emptied his load. He held himself tight to the boy until the last of his seed oozed out into the boy’s colon before pulling his spent prick free and letting his new lover off of the couch. An evil grin crossed his face as the boy shot up and ran towards the bathroom.
By the time John reached the sanctuary of the small bathroom he could already feel the slimy deposit that had been left in his ass leaking from his now gaping asshole. He flopped down onto the bowl and pushed as hard as he could to get the offending goo from his ass. He cried softly as he farted loudly and heard the splash of semen hitting the toilet water. When he finally felt that he’s gotten as much out as he could he wiped tenderly, sickened by the layer of slime that stuck to the paper. He pulled himself together and went back to the living room. “I want to go home now”, he told the priest who’d just violated his asshole, while he gathered his clothes and began to dress.
Father Stevens had expected this and began to get dressed as well, “Remember John, this is our secret”, he calmly stated, “It would suck to lose our best outfielder so early in the season.” Once dressed he led the boy back out to his car and pulled out of the driveway. He tried several times to start some small talk about sports during the ride but his star outfielder and new boy toy didn’t seem to want to talk.
Over the next few weeks and months John discovered that the afternoon he’d spent with Father Stevens was only the beginning. Two or three times a week he’d be called to the Father’s office during school and every time he left it was with a load of the pervert priest’s cum either in his ass or stomach. He also began to notice a couple of other boys who seemed to spend a lot of time in the Father’s office and usually left walking like their butts hurt or they had a bad taste in their mouth.
6年前
