Dirty Little Altar Boys

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DIRTY LITTLE ALTAR BOYS

"F-Father?" the altar boy asked, haltingly, hanging up his blouse.

"Yes, Timmy?" he answered, patting the boy's head.

"You got a big thing, doncha?"

"Hunh? What in heaven do you mean?"

"You know...your thing! It always sticks out a lot."

"W-well, gosh. I suppose I do, but..."

"Father?"

"Yes, Timmy."

"Can I see it?"

"Certainly not, my son! What on earth possesses you to make such a request? That would simply not be proper!"

"Oh. Darn!"

"Timmy? Why would you even want to see it? Are...are you becoming a homosexual, my boy?"

"Is that the same thing as a fag?"

"Well, yes it is...in the vernacular."

"Cause that's what my brother said I was when he caught me doin' it to Chuckie Nordstrom."

"Uh, doing it? Doing what, exactly?"

"You know...suckin' his thing."

"Um...you were caught, uh, s-sucking Charles Nordstrom's p-penis?"

"Yeah. He was doin' it too. He was suckin' mine! We always do it even steven."

"That's...that's terrible. It's a...a mortal sin."

"Really? Gee, I thought you'd go for it. My brother said that all priests are fags and like to blow little boys. You're handsome and I thought I'd get a chance to suck on a really big one! Chuckie said to let him know cause he'd like to suck on you too."

"MY, OH MY MY MY!" Father Templer was totally flustered. He had to turn away from the beautiful boy because his prick was raging beneath his cassock. But not before Timmy noticed it and reached a hand around and took hold of it.

"GOLLY, IT'S HUGE!"

"Timmy! Stop that!" the priest slapped his hand away... gently.

"Nobody's around, Father. Lemme see it. I'll suck it for you."

"Timmy!"

"I like the juice that squirts out, too. So does Chuckie."

"Timothy Mathews! Let me...understand this correctly, young man. Are you telling me you suck on penises until they explode in your mouth?"

"Sure. That's why you suck 'em, isn't it?"

"Yes, that's true," he gulped. "Uh, I mean...Oh, my, Timothy. You have an erection in your pants!"

"Yeah, a big one. See!" He grabbed it and thrust out his crotch. "Chuckie loves to suck on it."

"Ummmm...this is certainly a strange affair. Come here. Perhaps we should try to analyze this." He sat on the bench and drew the boy between his legs. "Don't be nervous. I'm going to drop your trousers and inspect you to find out what Chuckie's fascination might be."

"Sure, Father, go ahead. See if you can figure it out."

Tentative, his hands shaking, he pulled the boy's pants down. The stiff little boner sprung right up in his face! He took hold of it, and turned it this way and that. Then he fondled the boy's balls.

"Well, you're quite developed for a young boy, Timmy."

"It's getting all tingly, Father. You wanna suck it for me?"

"Oh...I...if you won't tell anyone."

"I won't blab outside this room, Father. Quick!"

The man immediately relented. He simply could not control the lust he felt for the boy's penis. He began to suck on it, just as he heard Timmy snap his fingers.

"It's okay, Chuckie, he's blowin' me!"

Charles Nordstrom entered from the doorway. He had his prick out of his pants and was smiling as he approached the duo.

"GOD DAMN!" the priest blurted. He was so flustered he ignored his own blasphemy. "What...?"

"Your brother was right. Hi, Father. Wanna blow me too?"

"Oh, goodness! What contrivance is this? I'm ruined!"

"Don't be silly, Father," Timmy assured him. "We won't tell. Shucks, we wanna suck your prick, too. Come on, pull it out!"

"Timothy! Charles! Boys! Stop grabbing at me! Charles, get your face away from there!"

"Lemme suck it, Father, lemme suck it!" Chuckie gushed, burying his face in the priest's lap.

Father Templer pushed the boys away. He sat there gaping at them. He couldn't deny the hardon tenting his cassock, but he certainly didn't have to bow to its demands.

The boys stood there, pricks in hand. The priest glanced from one to the other. Slowly--ever so slowly--he lifted his robe. He wore nothing underneath. He watched the eager gaze of the lads and finally flipped the material over his raging cock. It stood up stiff and long--never having felt so potent before. He'd masturbated thousands of times picturing a scene such as this. But never had he ever imagined living it out. But seeing the excitement in the young boys' eyes, he knew the time had come.

"You like this?" he asked them.

"OH YES, FATHER!" they both exclaimed.

"Then we shall let nature take its course. With sworn secrecy?"

"Not a soul, Father, not a soul," Chuckie promised, reaching for it.

"Me either," Timmy knelt down. "Lemme smell your balls!"

The priest layed back with his eyes closed, allowing the boys to smell and lick him as they wished. He opened his legs, encouraging them to feast on his starved genitals. Then he leaned up and watched them.

Chuckie took the knob in his mouth while Timmy nestled his face into the crevice between the man's testicles and thigh, right on the moist spot. His tongue came out and he started to lick.

"Your balls smell good, Father!" he dove back in.

"His prick tastes really good too, Timmy!" Chuckie sucked more. This went on for a while, and they even traded off. Timmy sucked on the stiff cock and Chuckie went for the balls. Then Timmy lifted his head. "Think we oughta smell his ass?" he asked his friend.

"Yeah, let's see if it's as strong."

The priest gasped and lifted his own legs, lewdly exposing his anus and showing them the spot no one else had seen since he was young. "Gosh. It's either real strong or Father doesn't wipe very good!"

"Lemme try." Timmy pushed his friend aside and sniffed loudly.

"Yeah, it's real scuzzy!"

"Let's see you lick it, Timmy. Like you do mine."

"You too, right?"

"Sure. Want me to go first?"

"Nope. I don't care if it's dirty...yours always is!"

Father Templer was in absolute heaven. The two dirty, obscenely filthy little boys were doing monstrously lewd things down between his legs...and he wasn't about to stop them! Even when they began to thrust their tongues up his bottom, he reached down and opened his anus up with his own fingers. Having these precious youngsters licking his soiled anus and tonguing out his dirty rectum was worth going to hell for! He urged them on."

"SUCK MY ASSHOLE! SUCK IT, YOU DIRTY LITTLE COCKSUCKERS! PRICK LICKIN' FILTHY SLUTBOYS! I'M GONNA EAT OUT YOUR LITTLE SHITHOLES AND SUCK YOUR PRICKS! LICK MY HOLE DEEPER!"

He was amazed at his own language. Obscenties that had remained dormant for many years were suddenly bursting forth from his foul mouth as he watched the wanton display between his thighs. He knew this was a dream. He knew it was only a fantasy. Nothing like this could really be happening. He'd soon wake up with wet sheets. But he wanted the taste of a boy's asshole on his lips before that happened. He knelt on the floor and swung his robe over his back. Repositioned Timmy on all fours and ordered Chuckie to suck his asshole while he thrust his own face up Timmy's cushy rearend and began to eat the boy out!

Luckily, the dream hadn't ended yet. Chuckie was rimming him for all he was worth, and Father Templer got a distinct smell up his nose and taste in his mouth. Timmy wasn't all that fastidious down there either! Thank god he was a normal boy who didn't wipe very good. He wanted to taste just a bit of altarboy shit...and Timmy gave it to him. He sucked on that pink rosette like a madman! Still, he couldn't match the expertise of the young boy behind him. Chuckie had more experience, and he had a bigger, fluffier one to work with. Father Templer had a large, round, distended anus that was darker and more relaxed. Chuckie was able to get his tongue well up inside and work it around. He liked the way the priest smelled and tasted, and enjoyed the rubbery flesh.

Timmy accidentally farted in the priest's mouth, but Father Templer hardly minded. The aroma went straight to his brain and he pushed his tongue in deeper.

Father Carrion stood in the doorway. His prick raged as he quietly viewed the lasciv-iousness. Unable to take it any more, he untightened his cassock, flung it over his shoulder and walked forward. With a tender nudge, he pushed Chuckie out of the way. Squatting down, he plunged his massive organ directly up Father Templer's ass!

The priest certainly wouldn't have minded in the least had Charles decided to fuck him. But finding himself impaled beyond belief, he shreiked in pain and looked over his shoulder.

"F-Father Carrion!! I...OH MY ASSHOLE!"

"Yes, and a splendid one it is! I've lusted for this since you first came to the parish. I. can't believe my luck."

"B-but Father. This is so immoral. Gawd, you stuff me!"

"Moral schmoral. I lust for altarboys much as you do. But this protruding cunt of yours is too heavenly to resist. The boys can wait. Suck his prick while I bugger you. Suck them both!"

"Yes! Yes! Give me pricks in my mouth!"

Chuckling, Timothy and Charles both presented their erection to his open mouth. He took them both in at once and ran his tongue between then, finding being sodomized the most intense enjoyment of his entire life! Fuck the church and their fanatic denial of the flesh. His belief in God was total, and he could not imagine what they were doing remotely approached sin. This was truly a religious insight. Love flowed through his body as intense as his lust. Drinking the warm sperm as the lads simultaneously spurted into his mouth was indeed profound.

The contraction in his sphincter as his fellow priest buried his organ to the fullest and filled him with the nectar of existence, brought him closer to the creator than ever before. This was the secret. That all humans abandon violence and hate, and connected their bodies thus. When all humans joined their bodies in unison, together they would suddenly all rise to heaven in ecstasy!

After the climax he backed up and put the other priest's deflated prick into his mouth. He tasted of himself and the juice of his colleague. It was the natural thing to do. Father Carrion sucked abandonly at his asshole, drawing forth his own seed from the gaping hole. He pulled back the priest's cock from between his legs and drew the nectar from his balls.

All sated, they rested in a pile of naked flesh with many caresses.

Soon, the boys, with their youthful powers of recuperation, gave the priests a show as they performed on each other. Suck- ing pricks and balls and tonguing assholes, they gave the holy men an extraordinarily spirited voyeuristic titillation.

"Gee, that was swell!" Chuckie gushed. "We never saw anybody get fucked before."

"Yeah, Father. You must have been fucked a lot. Father Carrion sure has a big prick and you took all of it!"

"Boys, I've never been, uh...fucked before. But it definitely won't be my last time, that's for certain."

"It sure won't," Father Carrion declared. "Not as long as I'm around! And you scamps were certainly a surprise. Sucking pricks and licking assholes. Where'd you learn all that?"

"By ourselves," Timmy smiled. "We were jerking off together one day and decided to try sucking. We liked that, so we checked out each other's butts, too. I guess it's nasty, but I kinda like the smell."

"But we didn't know we could fuck, or we would have tried."

"Sure wish I could tell my brother he was right...but, I promised."

"What's that all about?" Father Carrion asked, perplexed.

"He said all priests are fags and like to blow boys," Timmy said. "But Father Templer made me promise not to tell him about this."

"Heh! That's not really true. I guess he kept his own promise, though," Father Carrion chuckled. "Your brother probably thinks that since I used to blow him when he was an altar boy."

"Gosh! You did?" Timmy cried.

"Many times. I caught him trying to masturbate into the chalice one day after mass. I told him it was a sin to waste his seed and suggested he do it in my mouth instead. I didn't waste it!" he laughed.

"Does he have a big one?" Timmy asked.

"It was about like yours. Probably gotten bigger since then."

"Gee, I wonder if he'd let me suck it some time."

"No, no. Now that would be incest...strictly forbidden! You boys feel a need for bigger ones, you come see Father Templer or me."

"Would you teach us how to fuck, Father?" Chuckie suggested.

"I suppose we'd better. Because the way I did it was not right. I was just too excited. I should have gone real easy, but I was afraid Father Templer would buck me off."

"No shit! I mean, no kidding," Father Templer said. "Good thing Chuckie had my butthole licked out real good. You really skewered me. But maybe that was the best way for my first time. You boys should go easy, you're a lot smaller back there...and be sure to lick it open real good first. You boys are good at that!"

"We haven't licked yours yet, Father Carrion," Timmy smiled.

"Yeah, then maybe Father Templer can fuck you," Chuckie agreed.

"I'm afraid we both have some important business right now, fellows, but here...I'll let you lick it for me if you want." The priest bent over and bared his bottom to their faces. He held his cheeks apart and let them smell and lick his anus.

"This is great, hunh Chuckie? It's hairier and stinks more!"

Father Templer got way down and licked Chuckie's asshole since he hadn't gotten the chance yet. The boy smelled divine! He told Father Carrion how wonderful the boy smelled and tasted.

"Well, I suppose I'll have to try that some time," he chuckled. _______________

Across town at St. Margaret's, Father Anthony was in the midst of hearing a scandalous confession--his last one of the afternoon. Though the boy tried to disguise his voice, the priest knew it was his rather wild altar boy, Paolo Bardini. Paolo was on his way to becoming a true juvenile delinquent when Father Anthony took him under his wing. Hearing his confession, the priest was alarmed that the boy seemed to have channeled his aggressive behavior into sex.

"...and sometimes I make the younger boys blow me off. You know, Father...give me a blowjob? Suck my prick?"

"I'm familiar with the vernacular, my son. If that's the only way you can express your meaning, I'll not be offended by your use of street language. Please continue."

"Anyway...I mean anyway," he remembered to change the deepness of his voice, "I like getting cock sucked. But since I don't know any fags, I make the weaklings do it. I know it's wrong, but I can't stop."

"How many boys have you forced this sin upon, my son?"

"A whole bunch. Maybe twenty. They won't tell cause I said I'd beat 'em up."

"Would you do that? Add violence to your sins of the flesh?"

"Naw, but I gotta scare 'em, don't I? Anybody tells on me, my old man'll beat the tar outta me!"

"Tell me how you arrange this."

"I con 'em into going with me somewhere, then I make 'em drop their pants and I take mine down and push them on their knees. Then I put my cock in their mouth. Sometimes they don't mind that, but they hate it when I jizz in their mouth," he laughed.

"And...do you do these things also...to them?"

"Hey, I ain't no fruit, Father. I don't take peckers in the mouth!"

"I see, Pao...er, son. Of course you realize there's no worse sin than lying during confession, don't you?"

"Um. Okay, I did blow a couple of them. But that's cause they didn't put up a fuss and admitted they really liked doing it."

"Hmmm. Was that the only reason, that they were cooperative?"

"Well...no. Partly cause they had big pricks, I guess."

"And did you swallow their sperm?"

"Gosh, I gotta admit that, too?!"

"Everything, my son. You must tell me every detail if you expect absolution."

"Alright. Yeah, I drank their jizz. I figured nobody'd know but them, and they already sucked me off. It wasn't so bad. Guess I should admit I jack off a lot, too, and sometimes I drink my own cum."

"Anything else?"

"Um...yeah. This one guy was a lot stronger than I thought. He kinda turned the tables on me, you know? Made me suck him and lick his balls. Then the creep sat on my face and forced me to lick his asshole!"

"Gracious! Did...did that disgust you?"

"Yeah, at first...it sure did! But..."

"Yes? Please continue."

"Aw. Well, see, we were both naked and he was jacking me off while he sat on my face. Twisting my balls so I wouldn't stop. Then when he lifted my legs up and started doing it to me. I...kinda liked it."

"He, goodness, he licked your anus too?" Father Anthony gulped.

"Licked it? H-hell, Father, he shoved his tongue up my hole! It felt so damned g-good, I stuck my tongue up h-his asshole, too!"

"Your voice seems to be faltering a bit. Are these painful memories? Confession is good. It can alleviate your terrible guilt feelings."

"Guilt? Oh, yeah. I'm supposed to feel guilty, hunh?"

"Don't you? Surely this must be troubling you. It brought you to confession today."

"I thought maybe you might be able to tell me if I'm becoming a queer, Father. I mean, jeez...lickin' a guy's shithole!"

"You were under duress. It all depends on whether you enjoyed it, and if you plan on repeating the experience."

"That's just it. I already have. I've been with six guys since then, and every one of 'em I cocksucked and licked out their buttholes. And they didn't all do it to me!"

"So now you're grabbing boys to perform fellatio on?"

"Hunh? Oh, you mean I blew 'em. Yeah, it's gettin' like that. Even some of the guys I forced before I kinda paid back by blowing them without getting one in return. That sort of evens me up, don't it?"

"In a social sense, I suppose it does. But in a moral sense, you're only compounding your sins. You must stop this activity completely."

"Hey, fuck that shit, Father! I don't mind confessing, but I'm sure as hell not giving up pricks and assholes! Especially not since the other day."

"S-something else happened?" Father Anthony put his ear closer. He tried desperately to ignore the erection under his robe. Knowing the boy, he couldn't help imagining Paolo per- forming these lascivious acts.

His imagination even played a trick on his hearing. He thought he heard a zipper being pulled down.

"Sure did. This little dude let me fuck his ass, that's what. He was only 12 and he said his brother fucks him all the time. Man, that was a real sweet piece of ass!"

"Gracious! You...you are getting into this rather heavily."

"I sure did get into him...all the fuckin' way! He was jerkin' his bone and throwin' his butt back for more. Turned me on so much I even got down and licked his crack after I fucked him. Then the little shit turned around and sucked my pecker! Said his brother always made him clean his cock afterwards. DAMN, IT WAS HOT! UH! UH! UH!"

"Son?! Are you alright?" Father Anthony leaned as close as possible to the screen. His eyes bulged out. Sitting right there, Paolo had his stiff cock out and was furiously mastur- bating. His penis was squirting iuice all over the partition!

"Aw, cripes! See ya later, Father...I gotta go."

"B-but...your absolution..."

"Why bother? I ain't gonna quit." Paolo had stuffed his prick away and was buckling up. He rushed out the door.

Father Anthony gave him just enough time to get away. He certainly didn't want to embarrass the boy. When he emerged from the confessional and looked around, the church was nearly empty. He rushed into the side Paolo had been on and closed the door. He remained standing so the light would stay on, and checked out the wall. Huge gobs of the boy's sperm was running down in rivulets. Mesmerized, his erection harder than he could ever remember, he put a finger out and scooped up the thickest rope of cum and put it to his lips. The first taste was startling, and he knelt down. He licked every bit of the boy's jizz from the dirty wall! This was no time for fastidiousness-- he desperately wanted to taste Paolo's cockjuice--yes, cockjuice! He said the word over and over as he stuck out his tongue for more.

"COCKJUICE! COCKJUICE! OH, PAOLO!" a voice in his head screamed. Suddenly, the door burst open and the boy stood there alarmed.

"I...I...I thought you were g-gone!" he gasped. "I...I mean, uh, are confessions over for today, F-Father?"

"Come in. Come in," he hissed, fearful that other parishioners may see him on his knees like this. "Oh, Paolo," he hung his head, "what have you driven me to?"

"Y-you knew it was me?" he blushed. "I...I thought I dropped my wallet, so I..."

"Yes. You're not very good at disguising your voice I'm afraid. But this is serious...this is..."

"HOT?" Paolo grinned. "Jeez, you licked it all off!"

"I am so ashamed!" Father Anthony cringed, standing up.

"Maybe, but you sure got a big boner, Father!"

"Um...disregard that. Remember, now, everything in the confessional is sacred. Noth-ing must be said about it. Now perhaps you should be getting along. Your sins are absolved."

"I think...I think I need some counseling, Father. Now!"

"I'm not sure this is the right time, Paolo."

"I'm really, really upset, Father. I'll meet you in your office."

Before Father Anthony could think of what to say, Paolo had left. He wasn't sure this was a good time. If only his erection would subside!

When he reached his office he gave a sigh of relief. Paolo must have changed his mind. But suddenly the door was closed behind him and locked. Paolo stood there completely naked! Father Anthony gasped at the sight of the hairless, latin body ...and especially at the enormous prick that stood out at a 90 degree angle. He was amazed at the boy's quick recuperative powers and the rock stiffness of his youthful cock.

"PAOLO! You...you mustn't do this! Put your clothes back on!"

But the 14-year-old calmly walked toward the priest, his erection bobbing seductively. It nearly equalled Father Anthony's in length, though not as thick. Admonishing himself for thinking of that when more important matters were at hand, he found himself speechless. He glanced at the pearly drop of cum on the boy's knob and absently licked his lips in remembrance of how delicious it had tasted.

With a positively lecherous grin, Paolo grabbed Father Anthony's crotch, feeling his impressive erection. The priest nearly fainted at the youngster's touch. No other's hand had ever touched his cock since seminary. And Paolo knew just how to manipulate it. He even used his other hand to fondle the man's balls.

"Nice and big, Father. Pull it out, lemme see it...I'll blow you."

"N-n-n...no. We mustn't!"

"We, Father? You wanna blow me too, doncha?"

"C-certainly not..."

"Sure you do. You licked my jizz and you got a big boner. You got a big boner for me and you wanna put it in my mouth. You wanna suck another load out of my balls, too. It's okay. I wanna do it, too."

Paolo brazenly reached under the priest's robe. He gasped when he found the man naked but for jockey shorts.

"T-too hot," Father Anthony blushed in explanation.

Paolo quickly jerked the shorts down then lifted the robe, leaving the priest bare from the waist down! His cock stood up menacingly and Paolo saw that the knob was wet. He quickly bent down and ran his tongue over the priest's cockhead! The man gasped and closed his eyes.

"Mmmm, tasty! Take your robe off, Father, and get down on your knees and suck me." It wasn't an order...just a calm suggestion. Still, the priest flinched as if it was.

"Paolo, you can't just order me like you do your..."

"Nothing like that, Father. Come on, let's have some fun! You know you want to. We can confess later."

As if automatically, Father Anthony reached out and felt the boy's stiff prick. "T-that's true. And there are worse sins." He flung his robe over his head and crouched down... eagerly taking the prick in his hand again. He looked up at the smiling boy's face. "You're so beautiful, Paolo. You could tempt an angel...you little devil!"

"Sssh! Blow me, Father. Let me watch you cocksuck me for a while, then I'll do it to you. Lick my balls, first, okay?"

Father didn't reply. He put his face to the sweaty testicles and sniffed the aroma while letting the cock flop over his face. Not simply the act of doing this excited him ...but the smell of the boy's sex. Paolo knew immediately that the priest would do anything he sug-gested. Priests were supposed to be celibate and that meant they didn't get any. He figured they probably jerked off, though. Hell, no guy could go around without jerkin' off, not even priests! Paolo knew he had a big one because other guys told him so, and it was bigger than the ones he'd had in his mouth so far. He looked down between the man' legs and couldn't wait to try that one out. It would be the biggest one he'd ever sucked and he wondered what it would feel like up his butt.

He was getting his balls licked by a priest! Father Anthony was not putting up a fight--he was licking the sweat off 'em! Paolo rustled the man's hair and aimed his prick at Father Anthony's mouth and rubbed it over his lips. The mouth opened, and a defeated sigh breathed over the knob before the altar boy's cock was engulfed.

Father Anthony reached around and grabbed the boy's soft buttocks. He had a young, stiff cock banging against the back of his throat and he knew he was a cocksucker. A homosexual, child molesting, deviate! That the 'child' was actually molesting him hardly mattered. He was reveling in the delights of sinful sexual lewdness! Surely God would forgive this delicious pleasure...or he wouldn't have made it feel so exquisite. If not...he'd gladly go to hell with a cock in his mouth!

Paolo pumped slowly into the man's sucking mouth. He reached behind and urged Father Anthony to run his finger over his crack. The finger eagerly teased him there and Paolo leaned down and whispered.

"I'm gonna let you lick my asshole, Father," he breath- essly said. "I'm gonna stick my tongue up your hole. Wanna sit on my face later?"

Father Anthony pulled off and nodded. He didn't say a word, just nodded. He was ready to commit any sin the boy wanted. The quick flash that the boy might have some old shit on his anus only served to excite him more. The nastier the better as far as he was con-cerned. He even considered the possibility of losing his rectal virginity to the boy. He tingled at the thought of getting fucked in the ass by an altar boy!

Paolo pulled him off and pressed the man against the desk. He squatted down and proceeded to give the priest a fantastic blowjob. He felt the prick throb and quickly let it dangle as he went for the man' smelly balls. Yeah, it sure was hot under those robes! Paolo loved the difference of smelling a man instead of a boy. This was stronger and he really liked it. He flapped his tongue up and down, frantically licking the balls clean. Taking a deep breath, he urged the man to turn around.

"Awww, Paolo!" Father Anthony gasped. He was bent over the desk and the boy had his buttocks pulled apart and was licking him there! Soft, swirling motions of a tongue around his pungent anus soon gave way to a hungrier, deeper probing of his asshole! He could feel the wet flesh wiggling...making its way into his relaxed rectum. The naked altar boy was kneeling behind him...tongue-fucking his asshole! Then he felt the wrinkled mound of flesh being nursed on by the kid's lips.

"You like that, Father? You like me suckin' your shithole?! You really smell and taste great!" He dove in for more.

Father leaned across the desk in ecstasy. Could any sensation compare to this? Paolo said he smelled good. Was he dirty? Just sweaty? He brought the finger to his nose that had been rubbing the boy's anus. It wasn't overpowering, but it was obvious where he'd had it. He kept smelling it the whole time the boy rimmed him. It was like an aphrodisiac! When the boy moved over to the couch the priest had in his office and stuck his butt up, exposing his rather hairy crack, Father Anthony was more than ready. He buried his face in the kid's luscious bottom and stuck his nose into the crevice! It wasn't dirty, but there was no doubt that the boy had taken a shit since his last shower. Father Anthony had too, and they were both obviously delighted at those facts. He wanted to taste the lad ...and he surely did. He soon had the boy squirming in pleasure as he licked him...sucked his ass...ate him out!

"OH, FATHER...SUCK MY ASSHOLE! PLEASE, SUCK IT HARD! PULL ME OPEN AND DRILL YOUR TONGUE UP INSIDE!" He wanted to scream it out, but he had enough sense to keep his voice down. He hissed the words, making the priest even hornier. "Loosen me up and I'll let you fuck me."

If Father Anthony had had any tongue left that he hadn't already imbedded up the boy's smelly cavern, hearing those words would have made him lick deeper. But every bit he could manage was already fluttering around in Paolo's guts.

He couldn't strain any more. Had he another six inches of tongue every extra inch would have been plunged in! He sucked Paolo's asshole for twenty minutes...until the boy demanded to be fucked.

Father Anthony feined illness when his housekeeper knocked on the door to his bedroom later. He and Paolo spent the rest of the afternoon and most of the evening fucking and sucking each other. He fucked the boy three times and took the large cock up his own ass twice. In between times they hugged and kissed...naked on his bed. The priest had his cock sucked over and over. Not being as young, he obtained his orgasms while fucking the boy.

Paolo, on the other hand, was a randy youngster. In between fucking the priest twice, he also got two energetic blowjobs. Father Anthony thoroughly enjoyed draining the boy's balls of warm, youthful sperm.

The one thing neither of them even realized at the time, but dawned on them both later when alone, was that during the whole affair neither had made any attempt to clean up. When the sexplay resumed after a brief recuperation time, cocks were fondled and sucked as if they hadn't recently been used for fucking. That the prick in their mouth had previ-ously been up their own asses mattered not, for even those same assholes were soon being sucked again...moist as they were. There was too much fire involved for any hint of disgust.

On reflection, they both realized they had undoubtedly tasted much of each other's shit and assjuices...and well as their own. That total submission to lewdness only served to make the memory of that day even more wonderful to them.

Around 11:00 that evening, Father Anthony helped Paolo slip out his window. They kissed passionately and acknowledged further escapades would soon be had together.

"Oh, did you find your wallet?" Father asked breathlessly.

"Hunh? Oh, that. I confess I don't have a wallet," he winked.

"You little scamp! You planned this whole thing."

"Yep! And I didn't do half the things I confessed to, either!" ______________

Treating it as a solemn occasion, nary a word is spoken as four men in their late 20's--along with an older man--sit across from six nude 12 & 13-year-olds. They're spellbound-- watching the former altar boys defecate! Boys watch each other, too.

The younger men sit on the floor side-by-side, an enthusi- astic audience with their eyes. They're garbed in long, thin white cassocks, underneath which they are naked. Erections tent the material, but otherwise they do not expose themselves.

The older gentleman, however, sits at a nearby table-- totally naked--a fierce erection growing in his lap. Occasionally, he strokes it.

As each lad shits, his turd is slowly passed among the men. It's fondled, its girth and texture studied and appreciated. It's smelled, the aroma savored like a rare flower. It's licked, the oily coating sampled...the flavor relished. It's put into the mouth and sucked--lips drawing, as the zesty juices flow over the tastebuds in delight.

The youth stands from his squatting position, and immediately climbs onto the table. On all fours, he backs his bottom up to the older man's face and lowers until his chest touches his knees and his buttocks are lewdly splayed apart. The man need not move. He is tight to the table, his chair lower than normal to give him a comfortable height. With trembling fingers--not brought on by aging--he gently caresses the smooth cheeks and wonders at the beautiful sight. Then he proceeds to leisurely bathe the humid valley, sucks the boy's young virgin asshole and cleans it thoroughly, concentrating greatly on collecting every scrap of the boy's lovely excrement. With his tongue he explores the gaping, moist channel--so available and alluring--to wash it out.

Finished, the lad climbs down and crawls under the table. He kneels on a small pillow between the man's legs and masturbates him until the other men are ready to resume with the next boy--who shits, has his hole tongued out, and takes a turn beneath the table.

After the last boy has been eaten out, the older man directs the other lads to leave. Once they've left, the remaining one climbs down from the table. He is asked to stay. He sees the other men removing their solitary garments, and shivers inwardly at the sight of their long, stiff erections. For the first time, the men begin to touch one another...smiling at the youngster, but not beckoning him closer. He turns to the older man.

"I...s-should stay?" he asked.

"Yes. Certainly, Peter," the man grinned. "Your shit was extremely tasty tonight! All of the men agree wholeheartedly."

"Um...thank you. You want me to blow your pecker, Father?"

"That would be delightful, my boy. That's why I asked you to stay. You're becoming quite proficient at the task."

"I've been practicing on some of the fellas, like you suggested. That's what we always do after Defecation Services," he giggled, "get together and beat off or suck peckers. But I like yours the best; it's so big and shoots a lot!"

"Well, time to show me, Peter," he motioned under the table. "I shall be otherwise involved, so take your time. Perhaps you can amuse yourself by licking my balls. And try not to get too energetic; I'm already highly charged from your sweet bottoms."

Once the boy was ensconced between the priest's hairy thighs with his pert bottom facing the four men and being admired, their mutual fondlings became more intimate. One drop- ped to his knees to suck on another's prick. The third man got down and joined him--tonguing the fellow's heavy-hanging testicles.

The fourth had an appointment. He mounted the table-- assuming the same position as the youngsters. Immediately, the older clergyman buried his face in the man's fragrant butt- crease and sniffed avidly! He rubbed his nose eagerly into the damp valley, then began to lick the sweat and grime from his bung...paying special attention to his asshairs! The other three came around and watched, still caressing one another. They even joked and remarked about the different turds they'd sampled, and how they compared to previous occasions. Peter found their chatter amusing. Father Donagan was oblivious to them--as they knew he would be. Nothing could penetrate the priest's concentration when indulging thusly. His mouth on a boy's or man's anus was all consuming!

And that fairly describes the latter part of the evening's festivities, for the older man proceeded to devour all four of the men's torridly--seasoned turds. They'd all reached the limits of what the boys could accept, otherwise the men would have done more than just suck on their juicy young turds when they were fresh. Now, as they are motioned onto the table, they bring a boyturd or two with them. Placing it down before them, they lick and suck them more lewdly than before (if such is possible!) as they defecate into the priest's mouth!

Peter had an idea what was happening, even though he was not allowed to witness it. The moans and certain sounds made it apparent to him. He was the only member of the younger group to have shit in the priest's mouth before. He hadn't eaten it all, but Peter'd noticed later that his turd was much smaller after the man finished shooting a load of delicious hot sperm into his mouth! He'd been sucking on it while the boy gave him a blowjob. Sworn to secrecy, he obeyed. But the other boys were not so dumb. They constantly joked that Father Donagan and the others were 'turd-eaters,' but were too chicken to do it in front of them. Even though they wanted to!

"Yeah. Betcha they're cocksuckers, too!" Karl exclaimed.

"Probably," Sammy agreed. "So why don't they suck us? Hell, I'd love to get that red-headed guy's cock in my mouth! Must be a monster...I wish they'd at least let us see them."

"Yeh, it's not fair. Let's tell 'em next time."

"Maybe it's cause of Father Donagan. Cocksucking's a sin, ain't it?"

"HEH! WHAT DO YOU THINK LICKING SHIT IS?!"

"Um...nothing. I never heard that commandment!"

The three voyeurs to the activity on the table had painfully swollen erections. The sight of the priest's mouth working on their friend's grossly expanding asslips, and his beautiful meaty turd being tongued and tasted, was absolute hell for them.

'Special' acquaintances for many years, the four of them absolutely worshiped the smell and taste of each other's ripe excrement. "RECTAL FILTH!" they jestingly named it. Or "FANNY CANDY" when the boys were around. Together, or alone with the priest, they speak in the most obscene manner possible. It heightens their sense of perversion and keeps the barriers down. Of course, not a one of them is in danger of sudden prudery. And the priest? That old rascal can outswear them all. And what an appetite for eating shit! "Yeah, that old bastard musta served time as a toilet in seminary!"

Still, they enjoy the horny old reprobate, and thank the day they all got together with him. They're even learning to appreciate the gritty muck that invariably 'farts' from his asshole! The repulsive stench of his aged dung has raised their collective limitations and opened their eyes to the truth that foulness=shame=ecstasy. That not only the young and younger can excite by defecating. That those who have done it much longer can teach that revulsion is not only good...but basic to the full enjoyment of their proclivity.

The priest actually coined 'rectal filth' as their watchword, after screaming that someone should eat his as he dumped several large turds on the floor at their first get-together. He'd just finished wiping up Fred's asshole with his tongue after a particularly messy defecation. Warm, dark goop smeared over his lips, his eyes blazing, he impetuously squatted in the middle of the room--like a woman giving birth in the fields-- and began to shit thunderously!

"GAWD, THE MAN'S SPUTTERING SHITHOLE GIVES FORTH AN EXQUISITELY PUTRID DUMP!" he cried, jerking his leaking prick and smacking his lips furiously as several brown tubes of greasy dung squeezed from his unholy, wrinkled aperture to plop on top of one another in a steamy heap. "OH, WHAT LUST!" he gasped, turning to see it. He admired it as if he'd just performed a miracle. "I'M GOING TO MASTURBATE OVER THIS SPLENDID MESS! Come, gentlemen, don't withhold your lechery...GET DOWN THERE AND START EATING MY VILE RECTAL FILTH! I'LL SPRAY YOU WITH FLOODS OF SLIMY COCKJUICE THEN JOIN YOU. TOGETHER WE'LL HAVE THIS GHASTLY SEWAGE GOBBLED UP IN NO TIME!"

The urgency in his salacious shouts, and the urgent manner he fisted his throbbing, bloated prick, helped more than anything to shake off their shock and resistance. As of one mind, they fell to the pile of rangy turds and groaned like beasts as they wildly sniffed the disgraceful odor...and enjoyed it! Even more of a shock was the realization that they'd actually been initially repulsed by the man's shit. That momentary digression was well done with! Now, reveling in the bitter tang on their wiping, digging tongues, they rejoiced at once again debasing themselves thoroughly! They cried in delight as streams of sperm came from the priest's dilated pisshole. They even stuck out their tongues to catch it before lapping it furiously from the turds.

"AH! UGGH! YES! YES! SO BEAUTIFULLY WRETCHED YOU ARE! I'LL TEACH YOU MEN HOW SHIT SHOULD BE EATEN...AND THAT THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS A TURD UNFIT TO BE CONSUMED BY MEN LIKE US. AWWW, GIVE ME SOME OF THAT!"

Father Donagan did have pangs of guilt, however, because of the manner in which he recruited these participants for Defecation Services.

Abuse of the confessional is a grave sin, he realizes. But then, he is a sinner...his primary sin the most majestic of them all! When given the opportunity to perform such atrocities with like-minded young men, he wasted no time in devising a plan to fulfill his ultimate fantasy. For so many years he'd heard of the unnatural obscenities performed by others. His amazement came at the overwhelming number who came back to confess the same behavior over and over again. He came to realize that some things were simply beyond the threat of everlasting damnation. Like that nasty little habit of his own. All priests masturbate...such a tiny sin of being human. But to probe into one's anus while thusly engaged, and to be spiraled into a bewildering nirvana when you bring that soiled digit to your lips and suck it?!! That dirty aberration had never been quelled. Rather, it had built to a vulgar compulsion over the years...until he began to burst his own moral shackles and thrill at the mirrored sight of his own defecation! So wondrous! So lewd! So free!...to wantonly pick up and SUCK your own steamy creation and wallow masochistically in the fetid stink and venomous taste. AH! The secret is to rise above the learned aversion and actually enjoy the treacherous filth you're subjecting yourself to!

And boys...ah! They confess to everything! But among them can be picked out those with natural inclinations toward the sordid. Besides, a lad would be perfect to initiate oneself. A turd from one's own rectum may be easily flattered. But what of his goal? His desire to watch another man defecate and feel the utmost desire to lick and smell it...even devour it should the impulse arise! Surely, then, the mellow pungency and zest of a lad's buttery turd would be the place to start.

Red was up next. Red, his connection from the confessional. He loved Red's turds; they were always fat ones with delicious slimy assjuice! He also delighted in those pale, marshmallow buttocks and the blushing pink asshole that so crudely opens up for his tongue.

(Yes, I'll take an extra large helping of this! Best take care, though. That rascal under the table has my knob vibrating again. Little cocksucker just urges me to pin his head under the top and drive my prick down his throat! Ah, he's back on my balls. For a long while, I hope. Heh! Each time I give him freer access, and each time he licks further underneath my sack. Yeh, he'll be exploring before too much longer. Get a nice taste of my sweet shitty anus and he'll be hooked. We'll make him a genuine, lusty turdboy! Get him to lick his own silky clump first. Yep, best way to learn, alright.)

Red didn't disappoint. He shit a monstrous turd into the priest's mouth. His leaking cock thumped on the table top, hard as steel. He squealed in delight as he shit. He loved turds and licking shit, but got no higher thrill than seeing someone else licking his shit. He knows the priest greatly favors his turds, and tries to arrange a large meal for the man. The others crave gobbling up every morsel of his tasty shit, too, and constantly urge him to divulge the secret ingredient in his diet. He declines with a chuckle, promising to keep his rectum full enough to feed them all.

Another reason to keep it from them is to avoid everyone's shit tasting the same. He likes each man's distinct taste, and wants them to remain thus. All this means, of course, that to enjoy his own unique flavor he must get down with the others and lick his own shit. Not a wholly distasteful prospect in the least. He remembers the wonderfully debauched evenings he'd spent alone during his trial-and-error taste tests until he got it right.

A rare mistake for him, but the dark python emerging from the gaping hole between the pale buttocks caused Father Donagan to forget their young visitor under the table as he gushed, "You give me turds to swallow that are fit for a king, Red! I'd gladly sew my lips around your asshole to eat everything you shit!"

Peter banged his head on the underside of the table top, letting out a cry between giggles. Leaning back, Father Donagan looked down between his thighs.

"Of course, that was only a joke, Peter," he unconvincingly lied.

"Aw, Father, we all figured you guys eat turds," he shrugged.

"Why, certainly not, my boy! Why would you think such a thing?"

"Well, cause you got shit all over your lips, and I can see lots of it between your teeth!"

"Aha! Yes. Now you know. We eat your sweet little turds also, Peter. Red has just shit a very long, very fat juicy turd from his anus into my mouth, and I'm going to sit here until I've swallowed every stinky chunk. What do you think of that?"

"I...I don't know, Father. I think I'm still too young for that sorta thing. But if you'll raise your thighs, I'd sure like to lick your asshole. I've never seen one so big!"

"Certainly, lad. I've noticed you've never complained about the smell when you're down there. Does it not bother you?"

"Heck no, Father. I like the way your asshole smells!"

"And I yours, Peter. You must allow me to eat your next turd. For now, lick and suck my asshole while I eat this feast. I hope you don't mind being observed. I'm sure the men are eager to witness your initial attempt. Sniff it first. Put your nose right onto my mushy asshole and breathe deeply. Smelling shit is half the fun. You'll get a good taste when you lick it. I'm sure you're aware of that?"

"Oh yes, Father. We've all noticed how filthy you keep it. We can see the ring of shit around it. That's why I want to lick it. Will I like it, Father?"

"Well, it stinks and it'll taste even worse. Shit's filthy, Peter. That's why we all find it so exciting...so nasty. Keep sniffing. I think you're a fairly nasty fellow. Push your nose right into my shit. Let's see if you have the makings for a genuine turdboy. A few more big whiffs then start licking the shit off my hole. No more talk. You know what you want to do. This turd's getting cold!"

He did have an audience, and seeing their juicy prongs again added to his resolve. They took turns ducking their head beneath his bottom to lap at his asshole while he noisily sucked the priest's vile anus.

Heck, this isn't bad. From his reputation, he'd expected the man's shit to be much worse than the flavors he'd managed to slurp from the priest's ripe asshole. Even when he stuck his tongue inside and found some warm goop, he'd decided he wanted to join the other side...to be in the line passing around his buddy's turds. He wanted to smell and lick them. Maybe he'd try eating one of the men's turds. At least he'd sure enjoy watching them take big shits and seeing them eat those gross things right out in the open! Maybe he should practice with one of his friends...or, well, he could practice on his own. Do a little shit sniff-and-lick routine next time he's able. But the absolute first thing he wants to do--after licking this asshole out--is get down and suck on Red's huge cock til it squirts gallons of cream in his mouth! ___________________

"Yes, my son. And did you perchance also rim their anal orifices?"

"Father?" the lad replied, confused.

"Sucker their assholes..." he hissed excitedly, "lick their smelly bottomholes."

"Oh. Y-yes. I, uh, forgot about that," he admitted softly.

"And did you enjoy that sin as much as the others?"

"Certainly not, Father! It was...they sorta made me... uh..."

"Now, need I remind you lying in confession is the gravest sin? Once more. Did you enjoy it?"

"Well, I suppose so."

"And did you do it to each of them?"

"Yes."

"But they insisted. Is that correct?"

"Uh...not exactly, Father. I kinda suggested it," he whispered.

"Aha! A penchant in development. Tell me honestly, have you ever felt the desire to perform such an obscenity upon an older man?"

"M-maybe a couple of times," he said under his breath.

"I see. I think I understand your sinful actions, but perhaps you should..."

"M-meet you in the rectory and show you, Father? Like last time?"

"Yes, my boy. Just like you demonstrated fellatio, allowing me to grant you absolution with total understanding of that lustful act." ________________

Eddie Winters opened the bathroom door to find fellow altar boy Tommy Dorn sitting on the toilet.

"Oh. Hiya, Tommy," he said, thinking how funny a guy looked sitting on the pot with his pants around his ankles. Especially the way Tom was leaned over resting on his knees, making his butt stick out back there.

"Whatsa matter?" he asked when the younger boy glanced up with a forelorn look on his button-nosed face.

"Aw, waitin' for Father Kelly," he drawled out slowly with obvious exasperation.

"Pooped, hunh? Didja press the buzzer?"

"Yeah, long ago!" Tommy whined to the older boy.

"That's funny. Father Kelly usually comes lickety-spit... to licketysplit!" They both chuckled delightfully at the neat wisecrack. Tommy liked the boy two years older than him. Eddie was a real card...always coming out with funny comebacks that crack him up.

"Wish he'd hurry, though. I gotta get to practice. And it's starting to itch." He empha-sized the remark by screwing up his face.

Just then a swirl of black robes brought a breathless priest skidding around the corner.

"Ah, me boys. Sorry to keep ya, Tommy me lad. Couldn't get the Bishop off the phone. Forgive me, Lord, but his emminence can ramble on about nothing when more serious matters need attention. Now..."

Eddie moved aside as Father Kelly entered the bathroom. Not bothering to close the door, he knelt in front of the toilet and helped Tommy shuffle around till his bottom lined up. The kid bent over and held onto the porcelain tank so Father could tidy him up.

"Oh, my my!" the priest gasped when he spread the cushy cheeks to exposed how smeared the boy's crack had become. Undisturbed that the other boy stood there watching, he shamelessly put his nose between the smooth buns and sniffed around. "Delightful!" he gushed, before using his long tongue to administer about a dozen sweeping drags up and down the soiled crack. "Mmmm!" Using his thumbs to open the hairless pucker, he dug in to lick out the bright pink insides. A vulgarly loud wet smooch elicited giggles when he finalized it all by giving the boy a good long suck to his asshole.

"Ah, lad. You got the buns of perfection, you do. Makes a holy man downright sinful. But...I figure if God hadn't meant a youngster's bottom to be such a licking delight he wouldn't have made them smell and taste so divine!"

"Sure, Father," Tommy agreed for the umteenth time, more concerned about getting his pants buckled and getting to practice.

Smacking his lips, the priest grinned at Eddie.

"And you, you scamp. Might you have something to share? You know quite well how I adore witnessing the entire operation. Such a splendid sight watching a boy in the wondrous act of defecation."

"Not today, Father. Sorry."

"That's a terrible shame," he said sincerely, putting his arm around the boy's shoulder. "Those long ones of yours are truly a sight to behold. Pity when no one's about to enjoy it."

"Tell ya what, Father," Eddie looked up, "I gotta get home. But I'll save it up if you wanna meet me after lunch tomorrow."

"You're a good lad, Eddie. I'll be thinking of nothing else until then. If only I can manage to control all those priestly erections that are bound to pop up in the meantime."

"Heh, heh"' Eddie chuckled, digging it when Father Kelly came up with his own jokes. He also caught the way Father was absentmindedly running his tongue across his lips. "Or..." he half-whispered, "I could hurry over to your room instead...if you want me to blow you. And," he lowered his voice, "maybe you'd like to do that thing you mentioned the other day."

"You're a filthy rascal, Eddie Winters!" he reprimanded with a pointed finger. "And one of your nasty prick lickings will serve as the perfect prime for that little bit of nonsense. Expect to have that naughty turd of yours licked and sucked on as no boy's turd ever was!"

"Deal!"

"Now, if I hurry I might catch Bobby Corley. The boy's so studious and punctual he even has a regular poop time. Terrible shame how his mother is allowing that bottom to be-come so plump. Still, he doesn't mind if I peek between his legs while he squishes one out."

"Umm..."

"Ah, yes. Okay, off with you then. Salacious gossip another time."

Straightening his robe and giving his stiff prick a friendly grope through a hole in the folds, Father Kelly double-timed it in hopes of catching Bobby before he was ready to press the buzzer. He prayed the taste of Tommy's poop on his lips lasted until his attention could be directed to the next dirty boybutt wagging pungently in his face to be tidied up. _______________

It had been a spirited fuck indeed. I gaped in shock, however, when the beautiful blonde pulled his heavy, softening cock from the other boy's inordinately hairy anus and presented it to the preacher.

"Here you go, Reverend."

"Oh, my, yes!" he gushed. "After such fine work." He took the slimy, soiled organ into his mouth and lovingly bathed it.

"Reverend," I asked moments later, "I understand your theory of permissive copulation among the youngsters, but why did you suck his dirty cock clean?"

"Simple, Mr. Farr. I believe when a boy condescends to stick his beautiful prick into another boy's filthy orifice and service him, he deserves to be specially cleansed for his charity. One look at that lad's disgustingly lewd anus and I'm sure you see my point."

I had to agree it was a rather vulgar sight.

"Why then is the other boy now licking and sucking that same disgusting area?"

"Ah, yes. Well, we allow each their own beliefs in some matters. Gordon is one who feels honored to have his prick engulfed so wonderfully, so he feels the need to repay that kindness in a gentle manner of his own."

The good reverend was not beyond getting a little servicing of his own. He had the boy who'd been fucked give him a blowjob while I screwed the other youngster up the ass. The boy seemed to enjoy taking the older man's large, thick cock into his mouth and sucking it to orgasm. -Similarly, the other boy also displayed much enjoyment at having my long prick buggering his twitching bottom.

Afterwards, the cleric sucked my cock clean and also sucked my jizz from the other lad's asshole.

After lunch, he had two older boys fuck him up the ass, had me fuck him up the ass, then had the two boys suck the enormous quantity of balljuice from his distended anus. They declared it was a bitter, copious load--though it had been stewing up his rectum only a short time--but they preferred it that way, and quite shamelessly savored the taste. It was obviously not the first time they'd siphoned warm sperm from the older man's rearend.

He then licked my asshole clean, spearing his tongue deeply up my hole in the same manner as he'd taught the boys to do.

We concluded the afternoon by sucking the lads off. After such a display of wantonness, I was none-too-eager to express complaint when those pricks were presented to us and the cleric unhesitatingly took his boy's slimy prick into his mouth. Instead, I gulped and did likewise, though the aroma itself reminded me it had recently come from the man's ass and had not so much as been wiped with a shirttail. Surprisingly, I found the taste more exciting in it's foulness, and soon reveled in the lewdness as I cleaned the boy's cock and balls and sucked his creamy jism down my throat.

Upon leaving, I remarked at how easily the boys indulged in licking assholes and hinted some disappointment that I'd not experienced the sensation of having a young boy do such a thing to me...though I added his tongue had most certainly given me much pleasure.

He laughed and explained that he'd purposely refrained from directing the boys to put their faces up my crack. First, because he wanted the pleasure of doing it himself. And second, he grinned, to insure there'd be an incentive for me to return!

"Next time, my friend, you can pick any lad and have him suckered your hole to your heart's content. And mind, these boys are not fastidious in their lewdness. Take no special care beforehand. They each enjoy a sweaty bottom and have all learned to appreciate a man's heady pungency. They readily acknowledge that licking a stinky bottom or a slightly streaked cock helps turn a boy into a man all that much faster. I do what I can to hasten their burdgeoning manhood in that regard." He smiled devilishly.

"In plain words, Reverend," I said with an accusing smirk, "you don't care if they ever wipe their bottoms, and you've gotten them used to accepting yours that way."

"Precisely!"

"Well, I suppose when one's in Rome..." I winked and bade him adieu with my promise of a swift return.

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