Date: Tue, 8 Apr 2025 00:32:09 +0000 (UTC) From: "wantstrat63@yahoo.com" Subject: Afternoons With Fr Michael - Chapter 21 Afternoons With Fr. Michael - Chapter Twenty One Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction which features sexual activity involving a man and boy. If you do not want to read such a story, or it is illegal for you to do so because of your age or where you live, I'd recommend that you bail out right here. I'd love to hear from readers and I'll try to write back. My name is Zane. If you want to get in touch, please email me at wantstrat63@yahoo.com If you are enjoying this series, I invite you to read my other works that have been published in Nifty. For an easy way to find those stories, go to the Nifty home page and type WANTSTRAT into the search box. If you can, please support Nifty with a financial donation - whatever you can afford - so that this archive of stories can remain free and available. Just go to http://donate.nifty.org/ +++++++ "You're really liking this aren't you, my handsome David." It was a typical Sunday afternoon after Mass and I was in Fr Michael's apartment in the rectory, naked on my back with legs-up, taking his Holy Staff up my butt. He was fucking me with smooth, full thrusts while stroking my stiff wiener. The familiar stuffed-full, helpless sensation that I craved, was sweeping over me. I was thinking that times couldn't possibly get better than this and I was looking up at him, hoping he was enjoying using my body like this. We'd just met eyes when he'd asked that question. He didn't usually start conversations while we were going at it. It was weird to be talking while my butthole was full of thrusting dick, but I answered as honestly as I could. "Father, you are the only man who ever seemed to want me around. You taught me how to serve and you made me feel good about myself. I used to think that I was a bad kid and that was part of the reason that my dad left. I don't think that way anymore. So when you spend time with me I like that a lot. I want you to be happy with me so I was looking up at you and... UNNNNGH!" (Father had just thrusted and bumped my boy-fun button deep inside my asshole). "Um, looking up at you to see if you liked having me this way." Fr Michael smiled broadly and paused his fuck-thrusts inside my hairless butthole to lean in and kiss me. "Oh, little man you give me heavenly joy like you can't imagine. My wish is for you to experience as much pleasure as I do with you. You are an angel on Earth and you deserve that." He straightened back up and started to jerk my boner really fast while sliding his pole in and out of my ass. My sex muscles immediately started to tighten, right there behind my balls. The tension was almost unbearable and I tried to hold back, but it was no use. Father seemed devoted to making me feel pleasure and he wasn't letting up. I grimaced... I grunted... and my boy-sex clenches started up. With each pleasure spasm, my hard weenie twitched in Fr Michael's fingers and spurts of cloudy white boy-nectar shot from my pee hole. My ass muscle clenched down on Father's boner while he was making me climax and I guess that took him over the edge. Our eyes met. He let out a growl. He slammed inside me and held it there while he released deep into my slick fuck chute. A few more thrusts as he came down from his climax and I could feel the squishiness of his sperm, squirting past his meat and running down my butt. It was magic that we'd both finished together like that. It was just like we knew what each other needed, the way a priest and his altar boy were meant to do. He said simply, "Good boy." And at that, Father scooped up some of my jizz that had landed on my smooth chest and popped his fingers into his mouth to eat it. We held our bodies locked together until Father's softening dick slid from my winking little starfish-hole, then he did something really new. Where did he learn this stuff, anyway? He lifted my legs so my butt was facing up, then he bent down and kissed my just-fucked boy hole! He was licking, kissing and sucking on my most private opening! I could feel his priestly cream being drawn from my ass. He was sucking it out and lapping at me like a puppy. Then he did something really strange. He bent down to give me an open-mouth kiss! I was grossed-out by it at first, but Father was relentless, slopping his man-cream into my mouth with his tongue, then sucking it back, over and over. I quickly forgot where he'd drawn that sperm from and started to tongue kiss him with it. We made out until my face was slick with our mingled cream. I decided I didn't mind. I was swallowing some and my altar-boy dick was back standing up straight like a proud little soldier at attention. Father sure knew how to make a boy feel strange... And really, really good! Father returned to my excited boy-bits and was licking the underside of my stiffy, when he abruptly stopped and said, "What's this!" I stifled the urge to reply that it was my boner, when he answered his own question. "You have some hairs on your sac, little man!" "I do?" Of course all boys my age were anxious for the day they started sprouting pubes and their baby-wieners would get bigger, so this was great news! "I count four of them, David! You're on the way to puberty Son, an exciting time for any boy, but especially altar boys!" It was exciting indeed, and I just had to ask him something. "You mean you haven't noticed, Father?" "You mean about your hairs?" "No... that my wiener is getting longer!" (I'd been secretly measuring it for almost a year, but hadn't been able to tell anyone until this moment). "I measured it on Friday night and my boner is up to three and a half inches!" I felt the pride that any boy feels, when his dick starts to develop and now I would share my glorious growth spurt with Fr Michael. "I thought you were sporting some additional length and girth, David! Well now, this calls for some special treatment, doesn't it?" I didn't have to wait long to learn what I had in store for me, when father positioned himself further down the blanket, between my legs with his face inches from my stiff peen, closely examining it for a moment, then he opened his mouth and took all of my "huge" boner inside, until his lips were pressed against my bald pubes and my ball sac with the four hairs! Oh MAN, did it feel amazing. Father was providing me with gentle suction, while inside his mouth he positioned my hard wiener above his tongue. Then he lifted it with his tongue and pressed it to the roof of his mouth, trapping it there, with his tongue holding me firmly in place. Very slowly, Father began to move his tongue along the underside of my stiff pride-and-joy, while gently sucking on me. This was all happening out of my view, inside Fr Michael's mouth, but I could feel exactly what he was doing on me. It felt mind-blowing and it was driving me crazy! As always, the TV was playing in the background and a commercial came on for a new movie that was coming out, "Bless the Beasts and the Children." While father gave me the best blowjob of my life so far, I closed my eyes and listened to the theme music from that movie: "Bless the beasts and the children... For in this world they have no voice They have no choice... Bless the beasts and the children For the world can never be The world they see Light their way When the darkness surrounds them Give them love Let it shine all around them..." I felt the pressure mounting in my young loins as Father tongued the underside of my boner, pressed to the roof of his mouth. "Father I'm getting close! You better..." "Uhm hmmm!" Was all he could hum around my erect penis as I went over the boy-gasm cliff and began to shoot my sperms inside his mouth. My sex muscles behind my balls were clenching so hard that it almost hurt. I was thrusting my boner into his mouth, I just couldn't help it! He must have been hungry for my boy-nectar because Father was gulping it down... sucking it out of my twitching boner as fast as I could release it! I got my shiver just like I do when I stand and pee, and then my peen was super sensitive! Father tried to continue working me over inside his mouth, but I had to pull out, it was just that intense. He smiled at me and said, "Thank you for being my special altar boy, David... Thank you for everything. Time's about up for today, isn't it? We'd better get you up and presentable for your mom. We want to be able to keep up our special visits don't we, Son?" Indeed we did. I reached for my underpants as Father wiped off my boy-bits with a moist towel. I quickly got dressed as the music finished playing. I wondered where my secret adventures with Fr Michael might take me next. "Give them shelter from the storm... Keep them safe Keep them warm, the children, the children, the children."