Caught by Son (part 4)
Jeff had a nice arrangment blowing his next door neighbor for over 15 years, then the entire arrangement gets complicated when Jeff's son catches him. I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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I continued to wake up Tim every morning by sucking his cock. My wife was still in bed and doesn't get up until after I've gone to work. Things had settled down to a routine and I since I couldn't hassle Tim about grades or behavior, it actually made my life a bit easier.
About once a week he would bring home a new friend for me to blow. It was both exiting and troubling. I sure loved blowing these horny teenagers – they came almost right away. But I was blowing a minor, and if it ever came out I could end up in jail! Still, I had no choice, so I went along with it.
When Tim got home he said he wanted to talk with me. "Did you ever confess your cocksucking at church?" he asked.
"No way," I said, "I could never do that!"
"Well, you'll find a way," said Tim, "Sometime this week I want you to go to confession and confess that you are a cocksucker and are unable to stop."
"Please don't make me do this," I pleaded.
"You will do it," Tim said, "And if those faggot priest want you to blow them, then do it."
My guts were churning – I felt especially humiliated at the prospect of spilling my guts to my priest.
I decided to get it over with, and the next day I went to confession. I was afraid I'd get a strict old priest who would give me a hard time. I was nervous as hell as we got started.
The priest asked me a lot of questions – like did I intend to stop. I told him that I was commited to suck for the rest of my life. I expected a really harsh penance, but all he said was that I should make an appointment with him for private counselling. He gave his name as Father Martin. It wasn't usual for the confessor priest to identify himself. I quickly agreed, realizing that I was getting off much easier than expected.
On the way home I realized that by doing so I would be identifying myself. I sure didn't like that – confession was supposed to be anonymous and confidential – now it wouldn't be anonymous – I just hoped it would still be confidential.
When I got home, Tim asked me how it went. I told him and he said, "I sure wouldn't want to confess such a thing – I think you got a faggot priest – you'll probably end of blowing him."
I thought the same and called to make an appointment with Father Martin. The next day I visited Father Martin in his office. After starting out with some small talk, Father Martin got right to the point.
"You know there has been a lot of controversy about priests having sex with young boys," he began.
"Yes," I said, "It's terrible, but I'll bet celibacy is really tough on a priest."
"The truth is that most of the boys really liked sucking priests. Most of them were never forced to do anything."
"So do you think it was alright?" I asked.
"No," Father Martin replied, "They were vulnerable and most felt they could not refuse. Many had gay tendencies anyway and welcomed the opportunity, but for some it was very wrong."
"Where are we heading with this?" I asked, "Do you have something in mind for me?"
"Yes," he said, "We are trying to clean up our act and nobody in this diocese is involved with boys, but we still have needs."
"So you want me to blow you and other priests?" I asked.
"You would be among a select group of guys providing service to the church, and being appreciated for it," he said.
"But the church officially denounces homosexuality," I protested.
"We are stuck with that," he replied, "But I promise you that none of the clergy will be anything but friendly and grateful to you."
"So how will this work?" I asked.
"You can start by helping me out now, and we'll work out a service schedule for you to help other priests in the diocese. How many do you think you could do a week?"
"I don't know," I said, "Maybe five to ten?"
"That's a start," Father Martin said, "We will arrange for a special room for you to do your service without being interrupted.
I agreed, and he opened his robe and took out his cock. I got on my knees and took him into my mouth.
"Let us begin with prayer," he said, "It is appropriate that you do this service on your knees."
"Oh, heavenly father," he began, "Bless your servant as he ministers to our church family – may he perform well and gain fulfillment from his service – this we ask in our Lord's name – amen."
The prayer made me feel like I was doing the work of God, and perhaps I was. I sucked Father Martin eagerly and soon he came in my mouth. He pulled out and said, "Go in peace."
I left and returned home. Tim was waiting for me. He said he had a friend who needed a blowjob, and texted him on his phone. Soon a teenage kid showed up. We went behind the garage between some bushes, which had become a favorite blowjob site. It only took a few minutes for him to cum and then leave. By now I had sucked dozens of underaged kids, so I was getting used to it. I did like getting a quick shot of cum for very little effort.
I had agreed with Father Martin to come by for an hour each weekday and he told me to come see him upon arrival. He took me to a small room where priests would come, one at a time, for service. Some of them prayed before the blowjob, but most were completely silent, whipping out their cocks and then quickly leaving afterward.
In the beginning only a few priests would show up each day, but that slowly increased as they got better organized. One day Father Martin said there were some priests who were reluctant to come by because they didn't want to be known, so on one day I week I was to go to a special confessional set up for the purpose. The priests would enter as usual and I would suck them through a hole between the halves. I never expected a glory hole in a church, but there it was!
I didn't mind sucking that way – in fact it was kind of exciting because I would imagine that I was sucking a bishop – who knows? It could happen.
I was upset that Tim had made me do this, but it was working out just fine. Of course, I still had to suck Tim twice a day, and any of his friends as he specified. I was sucking and swallowing a lot more than before he caught me. While I didn't like the fact that he caught me, the results weren't entirely bad.
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