AWAKENING DARIC
written by Bryon Cristof
DISCLAIMER: This story is purely fictional and entirely a creation of the author's imagination. It is not based on, nor does it reflect, actual persons, situations or experiences. This story depicts explicit unprotected gay sex among consenting male adult characters.
Themes: beginnings
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Despite being a priest, I'm not one who could condemn the homosexual. And how could I without being the world's greatest hypocrite? Yes, I too enjoy cock, balls and ass; the feel of a man's hard rough body against my own; the pain and pleasure of penetration, and the joys of orgasm that only a man can bring. How could I condemn such joy when I'm bent over my office desk; my cassock up over my back, and a lovely black cock plunging through my hungry white ass?
Daric is eighteen, and one of the boys in our church's last chance program. A high school dropout and former gang member, it's his final opportunity for leniency from the court; working off his previous charges with community service, monitored by us, the priests. For me, it is an opportunity to satiate my lust.
I grip the edges of the desk as Daric hammers me hard and deep. My knees tap the side of the desk with every stroke he lances into me. His cock sinks deep, withdraws, then plunges back in to the root. Daric's strong hands grip my shoulders tightly. His pelvis claps my buttocks with ferocity, and my hard cock leaks precum like a faucet between my legs.
Daric grunts. He pounds me harder, faster. He grips my shoulders painfully tight. I arch my back. My ass stings from the constant heavy skin-to-skin impacts. His cock swells inside me. It twitches, and Daric growls. He rams his cock into me; bellowing as he cums while I savor the flood of young delinquent seed up my ass.
Daric leans over me; his sweaty chest on my back. His hot panting breath singes my ear. His strong arms encase my chest and he licks on my neck. He inhales my scent, and I relish his affections. Slowly, he reluctantly drags his cock from my ass. He spins me around and kisses me hard on the lips. He grabs hold of my cock and jerks me off.
I gasp. Daric sucks on my neck. His rough hand jerks me harder, faster. He humps his hard leaking cock against my cassock, leaving silvery stains. My orgasm rushes up on me and I howl; erupting hot cum all over his balls and his athletic thighs. He captures my cum in his palm then feeds it to me. I lap it up greedily, sucking it from his fingers.
Daric kisses me again, sucking the spilled cum from my lips. He pulls away from me, walking toward my office sofa. He pulls on his underwear and his dark-gray jumpsuit. I watch as he pulls on his boots and laces them up. Finally, fully dressed, Daric kisses me a third time then leaves. My office door clicks shut behind him, and I am left with my ass full of cum; the front hem of my cassock draped over my hard twitching cock.
I lean back in my office chair, moaning. Daric is on his knees between my legs hungrily sucking my hard cock. His hot wet mouth slithers up and down my shaft and warm spit drools down my balls. I caress the back of his head and he sucks me with more enthusiasm. I turn his face up to mine, my cock slipping from his beautiful lips. I kiss him, tasting my precum on his tongue.
We get naked and just as quickly, he is bent over the desk and I'm face-deep in his lovely dark ass. I spread his cheeks and tongue his delicious hole. He moans and shudders, and I shove my tongue deeper. My cock is so hard that it hurts, dribbling precum. I stand and press my cock to his hole.
Daric groans as I push into him. As much as he loves fucking my ass, he knows the pleasure of a hard cock up his. He sighs once I nestle balls-deep. I grip his waist and begin. His ass is perfect: wet, tight-gripping yet with enough give to massage my cock just right as I'm drilling him.
He groans then whimpers, burying his face in his arms. For Daric, a hard-ass from the ghetto, this is his secret shame. He'd have no problem bragging that he fucked some faggot priest but taking it up the ass from a white man...that makes him weak, or so he thinks. It takes a real man to endure the pain and embrace the pleasure.
I fuck him harder. He gasps, arching his back and looking over his shoulder at me. I meet his gaze. I pound him faster, deeper. He screams his pleasure and approval all at once in a stoic nod. I grab a fistful of kinky hair, tilting his head back and driving my hard white cock through his quivering black ass like a high-powered piston until I cum, screaming and shuddering.
I stay balls-deep for a while longer, relishing his hot ass suckling on my shaft. With some reluctance, I pull out; my cock hard and throbbing. I turn him around and suck on his lips. I kiss my way down his hard toned physique: chest, nipples, abs, belly button, pubes. I lick around the base of his hard twitching cock. I stroke the shaft while licking the head but he forces me to suck it.
I moan, happily slobbering on his tasty knob. I gobble over half his member and his grunts grow louder and longer. He tightens his grip on my skull and moments later, erupts. I guzzle it down to the steady bass of his climactic growls. I suck his cock dry. He pulls me into a kiss and we embrace before he pushes me away; hastily yanking on his clothes before rushing out the door. I sigh. One day, he will learn to embrace all of his urges unabashed but it is not today.
Walking back to my office after prayer, I feel a presence behind me. I turn but just as swiftly, Daric pins me up against the wall of the silent corridor. He assaults my lips with his. His tongue fills my mouth. We kiss passionately before a sound at the far end of the hall startles us.
Daric pulls me into a nearby store room, pressing a chair up against the door handle. He kisses me again, fiercely. He sucks my lips so hard that I yelp in pain. He spins me around and smushes my face to the wall. He throws my cassock over my head and yanks my trousers down. His bulbous cockhead pushes against my hole and his warm spit is the only forewarning.
I bite into my sleeve, stifling my pain-filled cry as Daric forces his cock up my ass, inch by inch until his pubic bush scratches my buttocks. I grunt. He groans. He pounds me right from the start. His hard cock makes me whimper. The mix of overwhelming pain and subtly increasing pleasure stiffens my cock and forces the free flow of precum.
Blinded by the dark fabric of my robe, I can only grunt and growl, moan and groan as Daric hammers in a furious blend of hate and passion. I accept his anger, his turmoil, his lust. His wrathful thrusts tell of confusion; pride mixed with shame, and a desire for revenge. I accept it all, as my ass accepts his ravenous pounding.
Daric growls. His cock swells within me. He hammers home a few more strokes then bellows his climax through gritted teeth; shuddering, trembling, sobbing. His tears soak into my shoulder. We pause in silence as his sobbing ends. He yanks the hem of my cassock away and forces me into a kiss. A wet, purposeful, emotional kiss; full of passion tainted by self-loathing.
He yanks his cock out and exits just as fast. His running steps echo down the empty corridor, leaving me bare-assed; his cum dripping from my sore reddened hole.
Days pass by without Daric's touch. I barely catch glimpses of him working the the gardens but he disappears the moment he notices me. I wonder if I pushed him too far in my quest to make him accept all of who he is, not for his sake alone but for mine. For the sake of my lust.
Heading to bed after a night time meeting, I see Daric leaned against my door. His eyes drop on seeing me but I continue forward, open to whatever may come. Arriving at my door, I pause. He keeps his gaze to the ground. He swallows, as though searching for the words to say. He takes a deep breath but just as he is about to speak, I silence him with a finger to his lips. I don't need his apologies. He is here, and that's enough.
I caress his cheek, and he inhales the scent of my hand. I lean in and he meets me halfway. He exhales. He exhales as though the weight of the world has just been lifted from his shoulders. Our kisses rise from slow ember to raging bonfire. I open the door and guide us inside without breaking our reverie.
Naked, we lie on my bed, praying to the god of our passion with our united bodies. Cock in mouth both ways, moans and grunts and steady hungry slurping. I spit out his cock and work on his balls; licking my way to his winking hole. I taste his ass and he shudders. I suckle and tongue-fuck his eager pucker until it is quivering like mad, and my cock lurches in his mouth.
I roll him onto his stomach and dribble spit over my cockhead. I wedge my cock between his round dark buns and enter him slowly; pushing in to the hilt. I kiss his neck and shoulders as I rest on top of him. Ever so gently I start to fuck him. His hot wet tunnel flexes on my cock but I maintain control; in and out, back and forth, slow and gentle. I take my time to enjoy his ass and build both our pleasure.
He arches his back. I kiss him; accepting his moaning into my throat. I fuck harder and deeper but not faster. Daric grunts and moans. He grabs the back of my head, kissing me harder, moaning louder. Then, I fuck him faster. Deeper. Harder. I power through his ass, my orgasm close. I shove hard inside him then explode. I rest on top of him, panting hard.
I kiss him before sliding free. I roll onto my back and he follows me. His lips hound mine for constant attention. His hard humping cock slimes my skin with his flowing precum. He kisses down my body, stopping for a long while on my sensitive nipples. By the time he goes for my cock, I am shuddering with pleasure.
I groan as Daric buries his nose in my pubic bush. He slithers his throat along my shaft. He fondles my balls and his fingers slide lower, nudging my hole. I pull my legs back to my chest and he wastes no time tonguing my eager ass, his tongue working its magic.
It does not take long before his cockhead is at my hole, and wet with spit; pushing into me. He hooks my legs over his shoulders and enters me completely. He gasps, pausing for a moment. He kisses me while slowly pushing and pulling: in to the root, then back, then balls-deep again.
Daric groans, his eyes closed as he slowly, gently, lovingly fucks me. He is enjoying this. He is actually, finally enjoying...this...us...himself. There is no urgency in his stroke; the opposite of his usual strategy. Then, he churns his cock in my ass and I gasp, surprised by the sweet sensation.
Daric fucks me harder but not faster. His strokes are deep; the very thesis of passion. He opens his eyes, meeting mine. He kisses me again, softly, sweetly. He suckles my neck, pushes his cock deeper, fucks me harder but not faster. I cry out; unable and unwilling to fight the sheer pleasure drilling my depths.
Then, Daric fucks faster. Harder. Deeper. Over and over and over. I grunt, and whimper and howl. Daric growls and shudders, bucking on top of me as he fills me. He rests on my chest for a while. He kisses me softly before sliding out and rolling onto his back.
For a tense moment that lasts an eternity, I hold my breath. In that eternal second, Daric looked pensively at the ceiling. I fear he will jump up at any moment, grab his clothes and leave. Then, he turns to me and smiles. I exhale and he laughs. He rolls on top of me, kissing me passionately. He caresses my face and lays his head on my shoulder. I hold him close and he stays with me until the first rays of dawn.