Note: This story is TOTAL FICTION (like my sex life!) Read and enjoy!
To say Fr. Joe is no stud is an understatement. Fr. Joe is in his early 60s, thinning hair, bifocals, slim build, about five foot six and weighing in at about 165. He looks like the quietest, most conservative man on the face of the earth. Soft spoken and looking like a bookkeeper, Fr. Joe would seem to be the LAST man on earth to fuel any guy's sexual fantasies or desires, but, as I found out long ago, Fr . Joe may LOOK quiet, but as far as sex goes, he turns into a raging, horny sex machine!!
For instance, every week I go to the rectory and we retire to his dark-panelled study with its stained glass windows. He sits in his red-upholstered chair and asks to hear my confession. As I confess my wrongdoings, I can see a bulge behind the fly of Fr. Joe's black clerical trousers. When I have finished, his beady eyes glare at me, and tells me I must be punished for my sins.
He turns on the cd player, and Gregorian chants fill the room with erotic, ancient overtones. Fr. Joe goes to his desk and from the drawer he takes out a wooden paddle. He orders me to pull down my suit pants and my boxers. My fat nine-inch cock swings out, and Fr. Joe reaches over and hauls me across his lap. He begins to chant in Latin, and he starts smacking my round, smooth little corporate ass with the paddle. I yelp and groan, moaning "Bless Me Father, for I have sinned" after each hard, stinging blow. My hard cock grinds against Fr. Joe's skinny thigh, and a steady stream of lube dribbles out of my huge dick, staining his black trousers.
Then Fr. Joe tosses aside the paddle and starts spanking my sore, quivering ass with his bare hand. His small, but strong hand stings like hell as he assaults my upturned, captive ass.
Tears start coursing down my lean face as his hand continues spanking my smarting white-collar ass. I grind my cock harder against his skinny leg. Suddenly, my overloaded balls explode, and as Fr. Joe continues to spank my blazing ass, I hump his lap madly, my huge dong spewing out hot, thick gobs of Catholic cum all over Fr. Joe's black trousers. When Fr. Joe is convinced I have been purged of evil, he allows me to get up, and then I have to kneel before him, and clean the thicky, sticky jizz from his stained trousers. Fr. Joe always enjoys this a great deal, as do I. Now I stand up, and Fr. Joe and I hug one another tightly, our hot tongues dueling it out in each others' hot mouths. My hand rubs the solid bulge behind the fly of Fr. Joe's clerical trousers, as he rubs and squeezes my sore asscheeks.
Now, Fr. Joe unbuckles his belt and unzips his fly, and his black pants fall to the floor. He pulls down his white briefs and then bends over his desk. Fr. Joe's ass is far, far removed from bubblebutt status; only the slightest curve keeps it from bieng totally flat. But those smooth, tight globes already have my big dong rising once again.
Now Fr. Joe knows that he too is a sinner, is in not exempt from just punishment. I pick up the plain wooden cross from its desktop holder and brush aside Fr. Joe's black shirttails. My one arm encircling his narrow waist to hold him firmly in place, I start paddling Fr. Joe's pale little rump with the wooden cross. His small buns quiver and bounce with each stinging blow of the wooden cross. He mutters in Latin, in between his pleas for forgiveness, as I continue to thrash his small priestly ass, the Gregorian chants on the cd making me even hornier.
Soon, Fr. Joe's small ass is criss-crossed with cross-shaped welts, those smooth globes of priest-ass now a fiery, angry red. I can see his stubby, angry-looking dick up against the desk edge, drooling lube onto his shirt front as well as his desk. I put down the cross, and tell Fr. Joe that I am about to instill the "nectar of forgiveness" into him. I hear him moan............he knows what to expect.
I drop to my knees and let my slick tongue bathe the hot welts that crisscross Fr. Joe's well-punished ass. Then I pull his tender, small gobes apart and my hot tongue slithers through the black hair, searching out his clean-tasting pucker. Fr. Joe grinds his little ass into my face as I rim him good, and when I get the bespectecled little priest's butthole good and slick, I stand up, and start to ease my aching nine-inch member into his tight, slick hole.
Fr. Joe moans loudly as more and more of my thick boner slides into his tight little ass. And when my bloated nuts are against the priest's flaming buns, I grab his narrow waist, and start to plow in and out. Fr. Joe mumbles again in Latin as I really start to plow his tight, sweaty hole. My balls smack Fr. Joe's blistered little buns with each forward stroke. Each time my huge Catholic cock pounds the little priest's thrumming prostate, his stubby cock leaks more lube.
I then reach around and wrap my fist around Fr. Joe's throbbing cock, and I start to pump furiously as I continue to fuck his tight little buns. All too soon, Fr. Joe reaches his climax. Exclaiming in Latin, his throbbing cock begins spewing wad after wad of cum, splattering my hand, the desktop, and his shirtfront. His spasming asshole causes my own nuts to erupt, and I fuck him like a madman, my huge cock spraying hot, sticky jets of Catholic cum into the depths of Fr. Joe's blistered little ass. His clutching hole milks every last drop of jizz from my aching nuts. As I collapse onto Fr. Joe's narrow sweaty back, I kiss him, nibble his ear, lick his neck. I slowly pull my soft cock out of his well-abused asshole. He straightens up and turns around, and we again embrace and kiss, my fingers teasing his sweaty, cum-drooling hole as our tongues slither in and out of each other's mouths. "I love you, " Fr. Joe whispers. "And I love you, Father, " I reply, meaning every word. THE END (to be continued...)