Deity Meets Innocence
By: A. W. Chohan [Londebaaz]
A very intimidating sex tale of confession, Holy priest guiding, teaching and coaching a youngster to the truth.
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Father Filipe ko itna afsos tha keh ounka bas chalta toh voh deewar se takkrein marnay se bhi inkaar nah kertay. Ounhoun ne electrician ko kitni dafa yaad dilaya tha keh jald az jald confessional ke bahar lagi hui light theek kerday lekin yeh kaam nahi hua tha. Koi 2 hours pahlay aik altar boy ne father ko bataya tha keh ousne kisi youngster ko confessional mein jaatay dekha hai lekin chounkeh confessional ka door close kernay se voh bahar wali light nahi jalti thi aur phir dousray kaamoun ki masroofiyat bhi thi; youn the noble man just forgot the call in the confessional booth aur ous boy se baat nahi ho saki. Ab toh father nah sirf Church lot kay dousray end par mojoud, waapis apni residence mein aa chukay thay balkeh ounhoun ne apna dress, head gear, rosary, staff; sabhi outaar kar rakh diya tha. Godly duty, service of mankind in need at all cost, father ki second nature ho chuki thi, chunancheh voh baghair dousri dafa sochay forun wapis Church ki terf chal diye. Aaaaah! Naik insaan. Voh youngster… yeh soch kar father ko buht dukh ho raha tha.
At the age of almost 35, the brown bronze color of his all exposed skin suited Him like no other could. Although he is expected to move, behave and carry out his noble duties with pure grace and dignity, he takes each step like the Lord God Himself and he does every job so rightly but under his robe, he is a very agile young, stout and physically fit man. His very solid neck muscles keep his head mounted high up and straight to concentrate on service of God for all human beings. His broad shoulders and vast chest envelope the heart of gold that beats only to make sure Lord’s sons and daughters are taken care and guided to the only right. His strong thighs and legs make him take each step in the guiding light of the Supreme Power and source of direction. His eyes see no evil, His mouth speaks no foul and His ears hear no wicked. He is a man of God in full glory and splendor; but he is a man aur yaqeenan God given needs kay saath aanay wali weaknesses bhi ounki totality ha hissa tha jo keh natural tha.
Agar priests ko sex ki zaroorat nahi thi toh phir is baat ka jawab dunya mein kisi kay paas bhi kayoun nahi hai keh why theSupreme Power had not created them without desire, craving, yearning and longing for it. Father Filipe was a man of God and same God had blessed him with desire, hunger and need for sexual satisfaction and the manly sexual equipment; millions would envy and be greedy to have. Father bachpan se hee extremely horny thay, ounki sexual urge bhi almost insurmountable thi and the need for sex in his genitalia [and not any ordinary genitalia but a hefty, long, thick and extremely powerful to say the least] bhi intaha ki thi. Just shy of an inch or two than a horse length and girth, father was bestowed with huge cock and balls over enriched with the seed of humanity.
The man of God dikhnay mein stunning thay, ounka badan strikingly strong tha. Height no less than six feet, sayah kaalay aur shining hair; ounki age hardly 30 lagti thi. His hazel brown eyes complemented his dark hair perfectly. His fine facial bone structure, high and noble cheek bones setting off his powerfully chiseled jaw. His lips were full and red through which nothing but the word of God was showered onto his parish population.
Father Filipe ko confessional mein jaanay walay bachay ka soch kar takleef ho rahi thi. Kaya voh abhi bhi wahan dark room mein ounka intizaar ker raha hoga; O’ Lord! Have mercy; forgive me Jesus, father Filipe murmured loud enough. He decided to go back to church immediately; talk with and help the kid. Jaldi mein ouhoun ne shoes ki jagah sirf slippers pahnay and started walking swiftly to the church. These kids, voh rastay mein apnay aaap se baatein kernay lagay; yeh maasoom roohein, sahi aur ghalt ka farq janti hein magar phir bhi convenience store se candy ya soda can chori kertay waqt ki bajaaye ounko hamesha consume kernay kay baad es ghalti ka ehsaas hota hai. They need not censure or punished but given proper counseling and guidance, advice to make sure they do not become repeat offenders ending up as habitual shoplifters and sent to jail.
Church mein dakhil ho kar father ko buht khushi hui jab ounhoun ne yeh dekha keh tamam lights off thein lekin confessional kay ird gird andhera nahi tha yaani wahan lights on thein. Voh khamoshi se apnay booth mein daakhil ho gaye aur dheere se darmyaan mein wooden fence ko uncover kernay ke liye heavy cloth ke banay huwe drapes ko fold kar diya. Andar itni roshni nahi thi and He could hardly make out or see the face clearly but was pleased that the boy was still in there, lying on the bench and had perhaps dozed off but the squeaking noise of the curtain being drawn woke him up aur voh jaldi se bench kay ooper se outha lekin phir wahan par araam se baith gaya.
‘Hello son’, father Filipe greeted him. Lagta tha keh andar ki light kisi ne zaroorat se zayada dim kerdi thi aur father ke liye yeh impossible ho raha tha keh voh andaza laga sakein ya ounko koi clue mil sakay keh bachay ki age kitni thi ya yeh patah chal sakay keh voh wahan kayoun aaya tha.
‘Oh! Forgive me father’ aik buht kamzore aur desolate voice was heard on the other side of fence whose tone was choking with the burden of remorse apparently and he kept repeating himself; ‘forgive me father that I have sinned again, please bless me, pray for me. I have sinned again’.
Father Filipe ko yaqeen ho gaya keh the kid must have stolen some item from the store kayounkeh ousne apni zobaan se buht dafa “again” ka lafaz bola tha. These kids are not offered proper help or assistance but instead threatened to be handed over to police who does nothing to stop the thinking process when the situation presents itself once again. The man from heavens above, father Filipe ko bachay ki misery ka soun kar aisay mehsoos huwa jaisay kisi ne ounkay seenay mein machete kay saath stabbing kerdi ho ya kisi terrorist ne oun par attack ker diya ho.
‘Ok, ok baby; just calm down. Don’t be over burdening yourself. Mein tumhari madad karnay wala houn, I am going to offer you the blessings of Lord Jesus; the son of Virgin Mary and the holy spirit lekin tumhein mujhko sach batana hoga, apnay gunah ka pura sach aur sirf sach, so that we can show our remorse and regret and make a solemn pledge not to be intimidated again as the possibility shows its ugly face.
Jounhi father Filipe ne apna fiqra khatam kiya ounko ehsaas huwa keh ounhoun ne aik ghalti kerdi thi. Ounka robe, His rosary, His staff of ‘Authority’, little silver container (Aspersoria) for the sprinkling of holy water; all, sabhi items wahan ghar mein reh gayee thein jahan ounhoun ne apna naik mazhabi dress change kiya tha aur ab voh sirf aik common dress mein thay. He was not concerned because….. The boy started talking again to interrupt his thought process.
‘But father’ bachay ki aawaz gunah ke ehsaas ki wajah se buht kamzor thi, saath sharm ka ansar bhi tha ,’Can’t it be done without the details being discussed’?
‘Kayoun nahi, kayoun nahi’, father ne apni deep aur pur waqar voice ke saath yaqeen dilaya, ‘jaisa tum chaho, yeh ous tarah ho sakta hai lekin is baat ka khayaal rehna chahye keh jab hum apnay khuda se baat kertay hein, humein apna jurm ya apni ouljhan ko bila jijhak tasleem kerna hota hai aur humbly it is put on God’s feet to take it back and offer the mercy, pity and favor in return. Hamein aisa kertay waqt, ouskay hazoor hazri detay huwe koi sharm ya zillat mehsoos nahi kerna chaye. Apnay gunah ko tasleem kertay waqt, ehsaas e jurm ke waqt aur muaafi ki duaa ke waqt bikul hesitation nahi honi chahye’.
‘Alright, I understand’ father Filipe heard a very confident affirmation from the kid. ‘Let me come clean’.
“Rook jaao baby, Lord meri ghalti muaaf karay” father was feeling his benevolence a bit frail, “mein ne aik ghalti kerdi hai aur mujhay lagta hai keh hamein rectory mein jana hoga. Mein apnay saath muqaddas aur mutbarrak items lana bhool gaya houn.You do not have to worry at all dear; wahan rectory mein, raastay mein ya ird gird; there is not a soul present and so, nobody will see you to identify you and your secret will remain between you and God only”.
The boy understood and they agreed to walk back to the rectory [residence along with the office for the holy man of God]. It was not until they exited from the small back door of the church; which opened closer to the residence that father Filipe noticed the presence of an Angel, a Celestial being with him. Yeh bacha bilkul bhi bacha nahi tha but a boy of positively an advanced age by few years magar father ke liye voh bacha hee tha. As father Filipe looked at him with more interest standing with his hands on his hips like Adonis, he looked exquisite like a young sculpture by a maestro with broad shoulders and muscular arms. His fingers were long, fine and looked to be very supple. Buht bareek cloth ki T shirt showed his expansive non hairy and silky smooth chest formed of the slabs of square, heavy muscle topped with two of the most obvious nipples showing stridently. His forearm muscles were covered in fine but dark hair over his firm skin. He was wearing a pair of old cut torn pants which stopped just beneath his knees, held up with a piece of rope tied tight around his narrow waist.
Jounhi father Church ke gate ko lock laga kar turn huwe, pehli dafa oun dono ki nazrein mileein aur smile bhi exchange huwee. Father Filipe saw; that boy’s smile was beautiful. It was a beam of pure light and joy. A signal from the heavens to mankind that God’s creation if not ideal, it can be almost perfect. This smile could be dangerous and impossible to fight against; father quickly took the lead and started walking a bit faster than needed to get in and be seated avoiding any and all ill, evil worldly thoughts coming to his mind and result showing elsewhere.
Agarcheh yeh October ka aik khushgawaar din tha but the kid felt thirsty and had agreed to take a glass of Apple juice offered by the deity. Aaly muqaam ne bhi bachay ko leather couch par baithnay ka isharah kertay huwe apnay liye orange juice ka glass le liya aur ousko wahan baitha kar khud andar change kernay chalay gaye and soon appeared looking a heavenly person; in his robe, head gear, rosary around his neck and the cross shaped staff of authority along with the container of holy water,water sprinkler and the Holy Book. Father took the seat on his favorite chair opposite the couch. Seeing the kid feeling relaxed and not agitated or tense with the situation, voh buht rahm dili se bolay, “Baita tumhara naam kaya hai”?
‘Jerry’, Bachay ne buht charming aur melodious aawaz mein jawab diya.
‘Alright Jerry’ father Filipene paak aur mutbarrak smile dekar kaha, ‘Mujhay khushi hai keh tumhari sochoun mein sense of realization hai, tum se koi ghalti huwee hai aur tum samajhtay ho keh tumne koi gunah kiya hai and so, now you have come to be in the presence of God for contrition and ask for forgiveness as you readily and openly beseech in penance. Praise the Lord; Voh buht rahm wala hai and He does exonerate His sons who ask for clemency and promise kertay hein keh voh future mein naiki ki ousi rah par chalein gae jo bakhshish aur bachat ki rah Lord ki guidance se milay gi. Now just be open and tell me with Lord being our witness of what is bothering you’.
The boy seemed to have relaxed as he finished his juice and put the glass on the table and gave a very concerned smiling look to the priest before talking. ‘Father! Mein aisa hee paida huwa houn aur aksar meray brain ka control nahi rehta balkeh mera badan pura charge sanbhal leta hai making me crave and lust to be with grown up men, naked, sexy, satisfying, strong men who would not hesitate in taking my clothes off and use me, my upper body, my lower body, front and back; physically, sexually abusing, hurting and teaching, training me, the depths of hurting, patience, endurance and survival for more, the next time. I am not sure but the society, the cultural binds and whispering makes it confusing whether I am committing a sin or just obeying my body needs naturally. Agar yeh gunah hai toh mein is se total nijaat chahata houn aur agar yeh gunah nahi hai toh mein es ehsaas se mukammal nijaat chahta houn jo mujhay yeh sochnay par majboor kerta hai and rather I want to do it more often and be well trained and ready for all opportunities coming my way’.
Teen bachay ki aesi nonstop aur zaheen baatoun ka father Filipe par mesmerism jaisa asar huwa, but he wanted to know more and not just the more vague words but the exact details what the boy had done and what he meant by doing it more often. It was the point jab Lord ke naik banday, Father Felipe ko khoob ilm tha keh exacttly, how tender and caring he had to be with the boy to make him talk and say it all out and being a man of Godly service, it was nothing new for him.Yeh kaam toh ounhoun ne baishumaar dafa pehlay bhi kiy tha. Voh khush thay keh ounhoun ne apna robe pahn liya tha kayounkeh neechay ounka Priest junior had begun stiffening; almost reaching full mast and tenting but well under covers. Father ko pata tha keh voh abhi apnay Godly staff ko teen jawan ke liye nanga nahi ker saktay thay agarcheh yeh ousi beautiful man ke liye tayyar ho raha tha.
‘It is ok, meray baitay’ said father in a caring tone. ‘Sab se pehlay yeh jaan lo keh God loves all His children and He is all merciful and forgiving too. He has created all of us in His neat images, shapes, habits with His divine and variant traits of life. Hamein yeh dil se tasleem kerna hoga keh hum ouski hikmatoun ko buht kam samajhtay hein, humein ouski rubaniyyat ka koi khaas ilm nahi hai. Hum kisi surat yeh sochna bhi nahi chahye keh ousne hamein ya hum mein se kisiko sinful paida kiya hai. Kaya Lord se kisi process mein kami ya ghalti rah gayee hai. Kaya voh apni tamam tar qualities mein perfect Lord nahi hai?
Father baat kartay kartay khaamosh ho gaye kayounkeh voh chahtay thay ounki baat ounki soch teen boy kay zahn mein naqsh ho jaye aur voh khudko ous naik insaan kay tabeh aur total spell mein mehsoos karay jisnay yeh commit kiya huwa tha keh voh kabhi ghalt nahi kahay ga aur nah kabhi ghalt karega. The pure, the pious, the devout and all righteous; Father Filipe started to speak again; ‘Now baita agar tum realize kertay ho aur samajhtay ho keh tum jobhi chahtay aur feel kartay ho, ya jobhi tumhary saath, tumhaaray badan kay saath ya tumhari rooh kay saath hota hai; is all great and heavenly built into your growing body by none other than He, Himself, toh phir kisi qisam ki sharm, baisharmi ya baihayaaie feel kernay ki zaroorat nahi balkeh on the contrary you must say it all out; what have you gone through so far in order to make me help you, guide and train you to make it easy and pleasant experience for the future’.
The boy suddenly felt relaxed and tranquil like a mountain had been removed off his young shoulders. Ousnay nazar outhaai aur father ki terf dekha aur aik buht halki si grin bhi exchange ki. Ittfaaq se yeh exact voh lamha tha jab father needed to adjust his manhood and had cupped his growing flesh in his hand, pressing under, pulling out, caressing himself; his fingers wrapping around his hardening male member trapped between his body and the robe. The boy saw, albeit a glance and he could not be happier if he were lucky to play with it. Father nay achaanak moqa ki nazakat ko realize kiya and let go his hefty meaty sex wand to hang and swing in hiding. Ousi waqt the teen boy also came out of the trance and with some kind of hurry started to speak abruptly.
‘Father, jaisay keh mein pahlay keh raha tha’ he spoke a bit delirious ‘Mein hamesha dousray boys aur men kay saath ya samnay nanga rehna chahta houn aur chahta houn keh voh mujhay hamesha apnay neechay meray knees aur elbows par rakhein ya phir mujhay meri back par rakhein. Voh mujhay jis position mein chahein rakhein lekin meray badan ko use karein lekin pata nahi aisa kartay waqt mein apnay aapko guilty kayoun mehsoos kerta houn of doing something sinful magar mein apnay aap ko tabdeel bhi nahi kar sakta houn; adding to the anguish only. Agar mein isko bud chalni ya bud faali sochta houn toh mein isko aur zayada karna chahta houn aur is harkat ne mujhay buht laa parwah bana diya hai aur jab bhi jis kisi kay saath bhi mein nanga hota houn mein bai parwahi ki tamam limits ko cross ker jata houn. Mein ounkay Lorhay aur Tattay haathoun mein, mounh mein aur yahan tak keh apnay neechay walay hole mein bhi lenay se guraiz nahi kerta houn. Gunah ka ehsaas mujhay aur apni terf pull kerta hai. They all have always man handled me the worst by degrading and humiliating me to the unbearable but I always derived dire pleasure from it all. After breaking my promise time after time to abstain and even feeling accountable, I did something beyond the last time and today I topped it all by letting a man use my mouth as a dumpster to spill his sex juice and the worst of all, I enjoyed the feeling, the mind dulling aroma, the addicting heavy taste, the none of its kind smooth texture; the whole act was so much fun that I swallowed it all and asked him to do it again and again. Jab voh, jobhi meray saath kerna chahta tha, kar sakta tha kar chuka toh mujhay janay ki ijzat dedi aur mein ne apnay aapko buht gunahgaar feel kiya aur seedha aapkay paas chala aaya takeh confess karoun aur madad ki appeal bhi karoun. Mein buht khush houn keh aapkay paas aa gaya houn kayounkeh aapkay khayaalaat aur sochoun se lagta hai keh aap meri soch se bhi zayda meri help zaroor karein gai’.
Oun alfaaz kay saath goray, mulaaim kid ne couch se neechay jump kiya aur next moment voh khuda kay naik banday, father Filipe ki legs kay darmyaan worship kay mode mein apnay knees par tha, exactly like a good Christian. Praying ke liye ouskay haath outhay aur inthaee baisharmi se he reached and grabbed the benevolent erection between the wide open legs of the man of God. Though long but still his fingers were unable to wrap around the hardening extremely thick meat beam trapped between the gay boy hand and the reverend’s holy robe covering the scene.
‘Yeah! Feel this massive ass ripper that is going to split you apart, son’. Father ne teen boy ko almost yeh alfaaz kehna chahay magar ounko maaloum tha keh being the man of high morals he was not allowed to say such vulgar thing to the boy who had come to him for the confession, resolution and penitence; lekin ounko yeh bhi ilm tha kah not to reject these abundantly needed bottom boys for the men out there in need and in search of these gems. Father ne bachay kay squeezing haath ki heat ko apnay swollen thick and extended stiff staff par penetrate hotay mehsoos kiya. The fabric of the robe was working like a heat conductor in between. Exactly at that moment the virtuous staff of the neat pulsed much harder putting pressure on the boy’s palm. Breathing deeply, father’s eyes closed with the pleasure rising as he felt the boy’s other hand crawl inside the robe and started roaming on the thigh of the Godly man; close, very close to the extended hardened meat pole. Father ko ilm tha keh agar ounhoun ne resist nahi kiya toh…. Magar voh resist kayoun kertay aur zarooratmandoun ki zaroorat puri kerneki apni saintly duty perform kayoun nah kertay. Is naik duty ke liye Lord ne ounko behtreen equipment se nawaza tha aur yeh khaas assignment bhi arrange ki thi. With further widening his knees to afford still easier access for the boy to Sin again, father Filipe sank into his chair. Ounkay dono metal ke jaisay heavy reservoirs androoni bojh ki wajah se kafi neechay tak latkay huway thay aur muqaddas desires ke liye ready thay.
The soft silky ends of boy fingers touched the blessed portion of the Father’s sacred body and he felt a high voltage run through his body from head to toes. Kid ko pura ilm tha keh ab aagay kaya honay wala tha aur right then bachay ko apnay shoulder par parsaa aur mazboot grip mehsoos hui aur noble man ki whispering bhi ouskay kaan mein aayee. The suggestion was to get rid of the clothes helping each other. The teen obeyed and one by one all items came off leaving them both in their natural being in presence of Lord Himself. Teen boy kay tajassous ne ousko majboor ker diya keh voh dekhay aur ouski saansein rook gaien. Nah sirf father kay hathyaar ki muqaddas aur massive length, motaai, balkeh ouski pakeeza shape, the uniquely blessed design es baat ka saboot tha keh father Filipe’s ki zaat ka wajoud esi kaam ke liye tha jo voh kerne walay thay.
His manhood was long, koi baikaar, nakaarah humongous horse size nahi magar yaqeenan aasmaanoun se approved sahi lambaai, to reach the deepest ends of all explored tunnels aur pak width jo keh tamaam zaroori scrapping, thrashing, digging and drilling kar sakay takeh sabhi tight aur snug passages ko es qabil bana de keh tamam hefty aur brawny sized men jab bhi en boys ko apnay neechay lein, aasani se ounkay andar fit ho sakein. The loose floppy and wide foreskin easily allowing the umbrella like one eyed helmet and ridge to peek out but the exclusive look of the shaft was a killer. Even after the huge umbrella, the shaft kept widening lekin koi 6—7 inches se zayada nahi. Reaching a really hurting size, iski motaai yaklakht kum hona shuru hoti thi, again for not more than next 4— 5 inches; steel ki tarah hard aur tough, before the holy disappearance into the devout groin. Yaqeenan aik aisi shape thi jiska maqsad takleef dena tha, andar jaatay huway bhi dard aur bahar nikaltay huwe reverse wrenching kertay waqt bhi bai cheni. Jerry knew by now; the hurt, the pain, the agony was actually the beginning of all enjoyment, all amusement and the ultimate satisfaction.
Jerry ko butt plug ka ilm tha, ousko gosht aur blood se banay huwe butt plug ka shayad pata nahi tha magar jald pata chalnay wala tha. Father Filipe esko needy boys ke liye aik laazmi weapon samajhtay thay jisko use kernay se youngsters kay rear hole ko flexible banaya ja sakta tha takeh sorakh wide open toh ho jaaye magar itna dheela bhi nahi keh man pole ko boys kay andar janay se voh khushi voh enjoyment nah mil sakay jiski desire mein yeh sab kiya gaya tha. Father kay baghi snake ne aik dafa phir zordaar pulsing ki. Aisa lagta tha keh ouskay dark purple head mein se velvety lubrication ka flood nikalna shuru ho gaya tha.
Delighted to see the boy kneeling in total faith and obedience to worship but a bit afraid too, the priest leaned and pulled the naked boy body towards him. The naïve and youthful lips came in contact with the sacred. Yeh voh lamha tha jab fori help ke liye Mother Nature wahan mojood thi, to force open both the mouths for the invasion by tongues; probing deeper, pressing harder against each other. Jerry flashed his all submissive smile and let lose at the will and mercy of the deity; but making sure to wriggle and moan silently to excite the heavenly man. Father kay noble haath ab dutifully young boy ki nangi rashmi skin par glide ho rahay thay. Ounki lambi moti fingers meticulously grazing over the little used nipples and then slipping around the back to the small but well portioned buns, groping them while their lips, mouths, tongues kept up the duo upstairs, playing their own sex games.
Achanak bachay kay badan ne jhur jhuri li, voh forun outha and turned his body around aur phir se jhuk gaya for the neat to witness the young, solid and glaring globes; the best sight ever. Experienced honay ki wajah se kid ko ilm tha, so ousne aik harafa randi ki tarah oun khoob surat cheeks ko ghumana hilana shuru ker diya takeh naik insaan ounkay andar deep hiding small hole ka sochay aur ouski dilchaspi mein azafa ho. Father had hardly closed his immaculate mouth after licking the sweetness off his devout lips before the boy looked back over his shoulder to see if the reverent personality was appreciating the offering and father had surely extended his hand to spread and love spank the stamp of his approval. Mazboot haath, lambi fingers boy bubbles ko separate ker rahi thein, ounkay andar tak jaa rahi thein aur wahan entrance kay ird gird halki halki fur ko mehsoos ker rahi thein. As if the boy was reading the celestial mind, his arms pulled back, hands gripped solid and his boy fingers splayed wide on his own firm globes. Miniature, undersized wrinkling ko khof kay maray andar dabka huwa dekh kar holy Father ki saansein rook gayeen. It was then the boy stood up and turned again to fall on the sanctified chest and licked the holy nipples; rapidly concentrating on those noble lips and heavenly meat around them.
Before the angelic boy body sank into father Filipe; father could clearly see him as the day he was born. He was developing to be a required needed man by the crowds. Bachay ka badan well proportioned tha aur zaroori jaghoun par growth bhi munasib thi, already supporting an admirable long thick boy dick and sizeable healthy balls. The foreskin, divine man ko atta shuda length ki tarah lambi nahi thi balkeh funnel ki tarah bit tight thi for the growing boy knob to push through without a helping hand. Naik character priest ko ilm tha Jerry baitay, aur ous jaisay tamam bachoun ko intizaar ki takleef se kitna guzaarna behter tha ya phir jald se jald ounki sexy hawas ko mitana zaroori tha. He let his big palm roll on the flat boy stomach and gave a long lick to his lips before letting the kid stand. Boy’s groin hardly inches away at level with the hallowed lips. Father decided to christen the boy’s almost 2 inches long limp smooth dick, expanding quickly; quiet over loaded with crossing blue veins in the covering skin like the tributaries to a river or may be like the multiple roads in a busy metro area.
Father ne boy meat ko baptize kernay ka socha aur Holy water container / sprinkler outhanay ke liye table ki terf bend huway. Aisa kernay se ounki right sacred cheek, tight boyish foreskin kay andar se jhankti geeli eye kay saath rub huwee aur youthful precum ka aik qeemti pearl jaisa large nageena heavenly face par lug gaya. Feeling the warm wetness a groan escaped the heavenly lips and fast like the flow of the electric current, bachay ne apnay thumb kay saath ousko noorani face per phaila diya. The musk of boy hormones, the well known addicting aroma of the youth over powered the priest, almost disallowing him all rational thoughts and decisions. He leaned forward and planted a kiss on the very tip of expanding boyhood. The creamy gelatinous taste of the silky brew made the nobility to linger on with his tongue and lips a bit longer, appreciating the flow of life giving seed.
Ounko maaloum tha keh voh lambay arsay ke liye bachay ki damagh ouljha denay wali sakht lambaai ko es waqt apnay mounh mein nahi le saktay thay. Father ki struggle ka test tha magar voh buht khush thay keh ounkay naik aur divine honay ka image qaaim raha aur ounhoun ne saabit ker diya keh aik naik aur saalih man honay kay naatay voh kabhi bhi koi ghalt kaam nahin kar saktay and he pulled back. The boy shuddered and squirmed in an attempt to entice the man of God to initiate and induct into depravity but no; father knew how to deal with the situation at hand and only focus on the sanctity of the religious act he was going to perform with the young man. Es waqt voh bilkhasoos bachay kay bottom hole ko bless kernay aur ous kay ous part ko benevolence denay ke liye wahan mojoud thay takeh ousko yaqeen dila sakein keh aisa kerna koi gunah ya ghair fitri jinsi shahwat ka amal nahi hai. Voh kid ko samjha dena chahtay thay keh for lucky some; boys aur men kay saath nangay ho kar sex kerna aik God given zaroorat aur natural need hai aur ousko samajhnay aur qabool kernay ki zaroorat thi nah keh ousko condemn ya denunciate kernay ya bura samajhna eska solution tha. Voh Jerry ko 100 % yaqeen dila dena chahtay thay keh dousroun kay hard hot cocks ko mounh ya inside the body lenay mein nah koi sharm ki baat thi, nah es mein koi apologetic honay ki zaroorat ya toba taasuf ka moaamla tha. Jinko qudrat ki terf se yeh shoq bakhsha gaya tha ounko zayada se zayada routes kay through aik dousray kay balls ka pressure relieve kerna chaye aur badan ki tension ko dour kerna chahye. Yahan tak keh father khud es affirmation ke liye million times’ yeh service perform ker chukay thay.
‘Fuck me’! The reverend’s ears which never heard any wicked clearly heard the boy say it loud enough as the young man looked into his eyes, squeezing the noble man’s hard dick. Father Felipe quickly reached and grasped the boy beneath the arms and raised him to feet. Ounka dil chaha keh voh, using of Fuck word kay mutaalaq kuchh kahein lekin suddenly ouhoun ne realize kiya keh es situation mein aur jab kabhi bhi voh other men kay saath nanga hoga; ous waqt use kerne keliye bachay ke paas es se perfect lafaz koi nahi tha. Inadvertently father pulled the young man against him but only realized the mistake after the fact but savored the moment anyhow. The noble man was sitting and the youngster was standing on his feet with his young and now fully stretched and grown stiff teen pole dripping with a flow plastered on those blessed lips. Suddenly father lovely velvety balloons kay saath khailnay lagay while licking the leaking flow with the long strokes of his tongue; quickly pulling Jerry down and their lips met once again in kissing longingly and sharing the young brew off the noble lips and tongue.
Soon Jerry surfaced for air aur khudaai khidmat gaar ko apni boyish seductive and charming muskrahat dikha kar dobara apni khawahish ka izhaar kiya. Father only nodded in response and turned Jerry around making him kneel over the soft leather rounded sofa arm while the heavenly man came right behind the boy. He could not miss seeing the shuddering young body. Now that the young but well developed rump had risen high in the air, exposing the perfectly designed buttocks and the most beautiful split line; Jerry ko puri oumeed thi keh naik buzarg hasti ab ouski apni soch se bhi zayada tasalli kernewali thi. Once his ass was in sight, father Filipe didn’t waste any time. As great as the young’s need was to be fucked by this noble man, His [heavenly man] need seemed greater but the priest knew the divine duty and the dignity that went along with it. His fingers dug into teen boy’s hips as his other hand gently nudged apart the young thighs before both the hands slowly travelled softly over the firm flesh of young butt cheeks. Masoom nazroun ne boy ki unblemished golaayoun ki terf shahwat se nahi dekha, untarnished shape aur naqshay ko sexy jinsi soch se nahi parkha balkeh sirf firm mounds kay solid meat ko grabbing, pulling apart aur thumb ko crack kay andar push kernay par dhayaan diya, until the young portal was visibly winking at the bright daylight. Tightly creased fuck hole was aching with anticipation and dread far deep; knowing well; soon it would be aching hurting and who knew it better than the deity, what necessary steps to take.
Ounko yeh khudaai duty detay huwe buht saal guzar chukay thay chunancheh es masoom insaan ke liye priestly domain kay faraaiz mein ghalti ya kharabi ka koi chance nahi tha. Muqaddas haath, excitement ki wajah se kanptay narm velvety butt meat ko calm kernay ke liye globes par slip sliding ker rahay thay aur heels of palms puri tawajjah aur shoq se circles ko separate kernay, stretch kernay aur target eye ko dunya dekhnay ka chance faraham kernay mein masroof rahein. Then slowly He bent behind the boy, thinking of christening the hole, reached for the holy water sprinkler. It was not done purposely but the boy did feel a strong brushing of the divine hard dick meat on his slit feeling the heat radiating from the blunt head showing like a torpedo as the holy loose foreskin stretched backwards to help. Dono badan moj aur masti ki lahr mein beh gaye aur saath hee moaning ki awaaz kamray ki deewaroun se takra kar tahleel ho gayee. The man of God, also blessed with sexy desires of a common man and bestowed with the best equipment to carry out the worldly duties, simply could not deny the nature or resist and hurriedly bent down, forcefully exposing the luscious hole looking like a carefully applied knot to a hard balloon to keep it closed tight. He dipped his fingers in the holy water and splashed it in small pearly drops onto the beautiful young hole. Father could almost swear hearing a hissing sound as if the boy’s hole was heated up like a hot plate ready.
A surge of the musky smell produced by the young hormones, reaching the neat nostrils, worked like an invitation from the Mother Nature and father Filipe sharply responded accordingly with his open mouth, drawn out tongue and hallowed lips to sooth and provide comfort to the excited youth bottom. Garm hawa, geelay lips, aur zindagi se bharpoore, thirkti huwee zobaan, sabhi, jumped into action at the boy hole while the holy hands slipped down reaching for the hard boy meat and size matched, hung balls. Feeling the wet and warm dripping of young pre cum, father moaned into the boy ass but did not show any dereliction in preparing that young fuck hole, ready for the necessary assault. Oh! What a dignitary! Shahwat ki koi miqdaar ya limit, es naikokaar ko bud chalni, buraai ki terf raaghib nahi ker sakti thi aur ounki tawajjah mukammal tor par naiki par markooze rahi, balkeh yeh kehna zayada sahi hoga keh ounkay haath, mounh, lips aur zobaan noble cause mein masroof rahay. Father ki finger tips were getting soaked again and again with the boy lube dripping from his well tensed and erected cock. No amount of lust compelled the saint to depravity by taking his attention off the noble cause at hand or for the moment, at his saintly lips, mouth, and tongue.
Father ki zobaan, young man kay guardian sphincter ke nazdeek, buht nazdeek area ki service mein masroof thi but his Holy hands were repeatedly extending to the boy’s fully stretched meat pole which was running in circles with an urgency of a reverse helicopter in stress and dripping extensively. Father ne feel kiya keh bachay kay badan mein sexy masti limit se zayada bhar chuki thi jiski wajah se Jerry was spilling a lot of pre cum. The reverend was curtly reminded that the boy had also to be trained for thinking positive of the taking other men’s brew in his mouth without the feeling of guilt or sin and decided to show this benevolence practically to him. Ounko ilm tha keh es ke liye Jerry ko aik khaas flow of rush ki haalat se nikaalna zaroori tha. Kisi jinsi soch se nahi balkeh mehz aik noble initiation ki khaatir, the Deity gave a firm slap to the ass which had the instant desired effect on the boy’s disposition. Appearently a bit confused by the intense physiological reaction of holy hand, the boy melts helplessly, his soft skin tingles as the power of nature surpasses and father extends his tongue onto the boy’s dripping knob still hiding in the folds of smooth foreskin guiding himself onto the head of the leaking boy dick.
Somewhat surprised father Filipe discovered Jerry to be more than a gallant and very confidant boy. He did not exhibit much indifference but a muffled grunt as father keeps on sucking the growing hard cock inside his mouth and holy length of His gullet loudly slurping, swallowing and consuming the boy’s brew. Virtuous mouth and especially the brain, with consuming the nectar and realizing every passing moment that the kid was not a kid at all but surely a boy in his rapid growing years. His cock was big, bigger and thicker. Heavenly hand pulling him with excitement, moving into high gear onto the hung jewels and boy hole and the boy; on his four’s feeling more and more at ease in this position showing the respect to the celestial being.
Godly kaaamoun mein shaitaan bhi interference ki puri koshish zaroor kerta hai. Holy man sighed and the boy was encouraged forcing thick hard inch of his cock deeper into pious maw, cruelly opening the sacred throat but then suddenly the reverence of the noble washed over and the boy turned back once more and fell on the pure and consecrated naked chest whispering the fuck request again. The reverant ne bhi soch liya keh ab es faggot gaandu ko chod dala jaaye. Ounka buht dil chaha keh ousko kahein; you m f’ing son of a bitch, you faggot ass good for nothing but fucking only, ok, I am going to rip your itchy bitchy ass right now but NO!!! No amount of coercion, no level of intimidation could corrupt or pervert the man of God and so he focused on the religious obligation, he was under at the moment only.
Carefully thinking quickly, the heavenly father decided to take the boy on his knees and shoulders; a position most men would choose when having these youngsters naked with them in sexual heat and using them, providing them the satisfaction of being the dumsters for the men’s juices, risking their lives, livings and livelihoods in good faith to train, teach, coach and make them the experts for being the providers of blissful joy and ecstatic pleasure for the adult men. Ounhoun ne sirf aik isharah kiya aur next moment the boy quickly took the position with his rump raised high in the air, while the saint took his position behind the beautiful, silky, velvety meat buns hiding the miniature hole in the middle. Blessed insaan ne noble hands kay saath boy ki legs ko, thighs ko aur buns ko stretch kiya and separated apart ready to begin the assault on the guardian sphincter; itching and fluttering, creating and causing the urgency deep within for a rubbing, massaging, stroking and stretching.
The boy did his best to help by forcing his pink aching dirt hole open for the clergy man to gain access as the Godly man moved forward and increased the pressure against the ring, forcing the tip of his dick into the kid’s rosette and pushing his dick forward, the head of his cock forcing apart the walls of boy hole. The pain, the awful pain, excruciating sparks of pain start shooting through the young body and the hole tightens instinctively. In spite the crucial pain, the boy feels hot, large cock head forcing him open and passing through into his most secret chambers. Boy gasps, his breath irate and sweat breaking out of every pour on his young body as he struggles to house the width of the neat flesh that had just broken through his rear defenses. He tosses his head, buries it into couch leather in the frenzy of pain while the extra flared cock head with even more pronounced helmet edge of the priest ‘junior’ rams aside, his chute walls.
Jerry baby ki gaand itni tight thi keh father Filipe ne buht forcefully ouski defences ko breach kiya. After burying almost 6 inches father was sweating profusely even through his teeth and he paused letting the youth to get used to it before splitting him apart with the rest. Khof aur takleef ki wajah se bachay ka badan kanp raha tha, ouskay muscle tense ho rahay thay aur inadvertently sacred muscle inside him was getting squeezed. Ousi lamhay father let out a loud whimper and jabbed in more. The thickest portion glided righ in aur butt plug like thinner portion ke ird gird Jerry ka sphincter wrap ho gaya. Pain, reckoning pain, ultimate pain ya aisa koi bhi lafaz boy ki takleef ko words mein explain nahi kar sakta tha. Holy cock ki slightest move se aik aik ridge, aik aik crest ko Jerry apnay andar mahsoos kar raha tha.
Suddenly father ne gear change kiya aur slow reverse wrenching shuru kerdi. Gaand ka sorakh meaty butt plug ke relatively thinner portion per relax hone ki bajaaye aik dafa phir dilate honay laga aur bachay ki vicious dard wali cheikh nikli. Rectal wall sheathing wahshiyana motaai ke ooper lipti hui bahar nikalnay lagi aur Jerry ko cold room air ka ehsaas huwa. Only nature knew if the ass ring was not expanding fast enough or the boy was squeezing it on purposes for not letting it slip out, feeling it from the big cock head to the thickest point and attempting to rip it away from the religious man’s body, keeping it in forever and ever. The devil in the hallowed heavenly person came alive disliking the inobedience of he boy ass and using knees as the center of lever and hips as the force, with one extreme pull, yanked the huge, buried beef staff out. The boy was howling, he was shrieking, he was shuddering. Sudden and over thinning of the already sore ass rim and rapid loss of massive beef wand from the ass in one yank felt utterly strange and boy’s ass could not endure it and he pushed back hard almost imbalancing the Holy father in an attempt to make himself shove back in.
“Fuck me, hard”!! Ous ne loudly kaha takeh neat, hear no wicked ears mein aawaz jaa sakay. As if the righteous authority was thinking exactly same, dono haathoun ne boy ki hips ko neechay push kertay huwe apni loin ki terf pull kiya, tearing into the kid’s ass to the hilt. Pendolous sack of manly pride having life giving juices bounced and smashed into boy balls producing mutual gasping, groaning and air sucking. Father ne apna nicely trimmed pubic area kid ki ass tunnel ke mounh ke ooper gol gol ghumaya making him feel the hot virtous skin. Now regardless to the aching ass, worthy priest started short, rapid and firm in and out movements in the boy’s ass. Through the cloud of miserable pain, fogging boy’s mind, he could hear the slapping of sacred loin against his ass buns, loud like a clap, over and again forcefully. With each slap of flesh was the slurping and squishing of boy ass juices and the groans and moans of a divine male in the prime of his life. Father’s pace increased a lot with moans and the sounds of blissful elation announcing as if Godly man’s orgasm was very close with his breathing becoming irregular, but the religious man stopped suddenly, after plowing the deepest and edged taking deep breaths and exhailing very slowly. The cool air washed over the boy’s exposed ass while both bodies rested for a few minutes. The youngster gasped, shuddered as father painfully pulled about half of his length and made the boy change position without losing the joint at the entry and lay flat on his back with his legs raised.
Holy Father moved up on his knees, folding the youth in half with his knees almost touching the ears and Him now ready to take the boy with his massive monster sex staff. “Unh!” The kid gasps as he feels the heat of the bulging dripping wet head of the blessed dick kiss his tight ass lips and crossing the limit. Jerry boy closed his eyes, telling himself over and over it won’t hurt. He shudders as that big cock presses up against his hole, pushing and pushing itself into his anal ring till it hurts than ever before. Noble father ne boy ki hips ko solidly grasps kiya aur apni hard masculine pelvis ko forward push kiya. In one swift motion the huge head of that massive organ ripped past the boy’s ass lips, the bulbous mushroom like neat head bludgeoning past the anal ring, driving right into the boy butt. A momentary eternity of huge searing, shocking, burning pain ke baad bachay ne shadeed takleef ke izhaar mein loud screaming aawaz nikali. Father ka flaming hot anal intruder ripped deeper into him, he kept screaming hoarse while the shaft sank into him, reshaping and widening his ass forever. Father’s heavy sex pierced the boy deeper as he slowly, adamantly, takes the young ass, pulling him back hard on that thick manly fuck staff cock, slowly jamming another few inches of it in, holding the screaming boy tight.
Boy frantically begs and pleads with the man of God, it hurts so much. Finally the Holy man clamped a hand over youngster’s mouth, forcing the last few inches of his giant adult sized member into the burning rectum of the young, impaling the boy on the length of his giant shaft, forcing the boy’s body to accommodate the whole of divine sex, the boy’s guts stretched wide by that hard adult length and girth of naked lust. The youth’s gut rearranged to house that colossal stabbing presence of the noble man’s giant cock moving deeper. The boy’s ass had been forced to submit itself even as it is ripped, inside his tight young body and reshaped into man sized dimensions to make room for that thick hard massive organ of pure manly sex.
Father starts to pull out and after a few inches, he pushes his massive sex back in. The boy moans and cries out, beyond words as his guts are tugged this way and that. Holy cock ki length aur width itni zayada thi keh big veiny shaft ki slightest motion bhi intestines mein feel hoti thi aur divine length deep home tak meat against meat rasping friction paida kar rahi thi. Bachay ka sorakh, andar gaye meaty piston ki motaai ki wajah se itna zayada over stretched ho gaya tha keh kisi bhi lamhay it could rip and snap apart like an overstretched rubber band. He was so weakened and dazed from the feel of that giant fuck staff moving in and out of him, so lost between the pain at this penetration and the intense depths of his body’s violation, that he is completely unaware of the long hard fucking he is getting. He did not know when; the pain became something else. Awareness came back. The boy was fully conscious and feeling the….. Pleasure! Pleasure, warm pleasure that was radiating out from deep inside his well dilated ass. Waves of pure sexual pleasure felt sliding in and out of deep stretched and feeling full of Holy man’s thick, long cock.
The Priest knows what the boy was feeling! His ass was so tight, so sensitive to each spasm as the boy slowly relaxed into each stroke, his tight rectum becoming receptive to every thrust. The subtle convulsions suddenly become heavenly as the boy begins to pant and moan with pleasure. The Reverent had done it to so many altar boys, young stronger harder men than this kid. He had rasped men’s bodies and their minds, more times than he could count. The anxious cries for mercy, the dull whimpering, the numb dazed look of shock, the slow yielding into submission, the gradual change from numb fear to desire and finally from desire to cum hungry desperation for more, until they are reduced to begging for it harder and deeper and faster and rougher and more and more.
The boy moans and whimpers as the Devout man changes position again taking the boy under him plastered to the couch and moves inside him. His cock is so big and thick and hot, throbbing deep inside the boy. The Hallowed man pauses for a while with his full horse back length buried inside the young gay ass, his hips twisting, flexing that massive fuck pole deep inside the boy guts, the blunt wide mushroom head pulsing and pounding as it presses, slithers and stretches the walls of the boy’s tender rectum sliding in and out again. It doesn’t hurt as much as it did with first pushing inside him, but it still does hurt, and the boy can’t stifle the mingled cries of pain and ever growing pleasure in his young flesh with each hard thrust.
The immaculate sex staff suddenly pulls out so that only the tip is in the boy. The boy whimpers, his body begging to be filled again and the Savior from Lord pushes it all the way back in again, slowly. The sighs reveling in the thick rich fullness of man cock stuffing the boy ass almost to the busting point but it is out. In. Out. The boy is lost; his whole existence centered on that burning hard shaft of the Lord himself is thrusted deep in and out of him, filling his ass again and again. The mushroom head pressed against his ass walls, sliding along different parts of his rectum with each thrust, stimulating and sensitizing his ass to all the rich possibilities of big hard man cock. His ass trembles, and he spreads his legs wider, feeling his body clench itself around that shaft, his tender ass lips hungrily clinging to that big hot hard shaft, recklessly opening the hole, his body to every burning inch of hard manhood as it plows in and out of him. All he can do is to howl with pleasure.
Young gay cock grows hard as he feels father fuck him harder. He feels the deity grab hold of his ass even tighter, then his hips as he starts pumping the boy’s ass harder and harder, deeper and deeper, rougher and rougher. The boy feels the Holy hips slamming into his muscular ass, those big sacred balls slapping up between his legs. Waves of pleasure wash over him, burning warmth spreading from his sore but enduring hole to every inch of his body as he raises his ass higher and pushes back more firmly, welcoming every burning thrust inside him. Soon the boys hears himself groan louder, his young ass gripping the father’s cock over filling him, taking him, working him, making his boy cum boil out of his untouched cock.
His body cumming so hard, it flows onto the couch between his open thighs. The boy feels his muscles relaxing, letting the Holy man be in total control of his young body destroying the last of the boy’s resistance collapse and pull out till only the tip of His noble cock is in the boy, then pushes it all the way back in again in, one hard rapid thrust of pure selfish lust. The boy is his! Father knows the kid had absolutely surrendered to him and his cock, and starts fucking the boy even harder and deeper, alternately pounding the boy’s ass with swift hard strokes, then pulling His cock all the way out and thrusting it back in with even deeper pounding strokes that shakes the boy to no end.
This makes Reverand’s cock swell and ripple and with a cruel roar of lion, exploding and unloading his pious juices in the deepest ends of the boy ass. The boy feels the potent jets of liquid fire propelling through his body, burning him, branding him as this Noble man’s own. The youngster knows that his ass belongs to this Celestial being now. He can feel each jet of his owner’s thick heavy man cream pulsing up every veiny inch of the Blessed shaft, racing up that massive fuck pole until it gushes forth, filling his guts, that heavy giant cock pumping out load after load of the Godly thick masculine juices deep inside his young ass. The burning sensation of liquid inside him, that Noble presence shooting its hot sperm deep inside his young body, the massive hard weight of the Lord pinning him, taking him, the hot burning juices filling him and marking his inside as His, claiming his ass forever as His own! he is His, Sin or not.
Spasm after spasm, man of God becomes stiffer and thicker blasting his Holy cream into the boy innards coating them thick ane ensuring he is His, sin or not.
The End……. March 9th, 2017…………………. Your comments appreciated sincerely.