NOTE: This story is TOTAL FICTION (but, then again, so is my sex life!), so just read and enjoy! One Friday evening found me once again in Fr. Joe's rectory study. As usual, the cd player was on, and the haunting, erotic sounds of Gregorian chants filled the wood-panelled office. Fr. Joe and I stood face to face, our trousers unzipped, and our hard cocks inside each other's open fly. Fr. Joe's stubby, steel-hard shaft was stuck into the fly of sweaty striped boxers, drooling lube into my thick pubic bush. My huge nine incher was too huge to fit through the tight fly of Fr. Joe's briefs, so it was rubbing against the sweaty crotch, my sticky lube drooling all over the front of his white jockeys. Our tongues slithered together in a hot, manly erotic dance as we embraced tightly, humping each other, our hands all over one another. My hands squeezed Fr. Joe's small ass through the seat of his black clerical trousers, and his small hands were digging into my round little butt through the seat of my pinstripe suit pants.
Shockwaves of pleasure jolted my bulging balls as Fr. Joe's hard shaft ground against mine, my pubes now sticky with all his drooling lube. The front of Fr. Joe's briefs was slimy with all my hot, sticky lube. We grabbed each other's manly asses, we grunted and moaned, gyrating our hips as we humped, the Gregorian chants getting us hot as hell. I could sense that Fr. Joe was about to blow his nuts, so I increased my humping, wanting to shoot my load at the same time. Grunting and heaving, our tongues in each others' mouths, our overloaded balls blew at the same time. Geyers of hot Catholic cum splattered my pubic jungle, soaking my sweaty boxer shorts as I smacked Fr. Joe's little ass. My huge dong began spewing geysers of thick corporate jizz, soaking the crotch of Fr. Joe's briefs as well as his shirtfront, his small hands roughly squeezing my round ass in my suit pants.
Reluctantly, we break our kisses, and Fr. Joe drops to his knees, opens up my pants, and licks up his hot load from my soaked boxers. My fingers run through his thinning grey hair as his hot tongue works over the crotch of my spooge-soaked shorts.
Then, it's my turn. I drop to my knees and slurp my hot load that has thoroughly soaked the crotch of Fr. Joe's briefs. He moans as my hot tongue greedily laps up my hot load from his slimy briefs. The smell of cologne, incense, and sweat starts to make my big cock twitch anew..........................................................................
........As we adjust our pants, Fr. Joe takes the portable cd player and then we head downstairs to the old chapel, which has been out of use for many years. Stripped of statues, the old chapel is still basically intact. I sit in an old creaking pew as Fr. Joe lights a number of candles. A few of the old overhead lights are on, but many bulbs are burned out, so the light is somewhat dim. Fr. Joe positions a footstool by the old altar. As my cock pounds again in my pants, Fr. Joe slips off his black trousers right over his old-fashioned sock garters, socks, and shoes. He likewise doffs his jockey briefs. Now he steps up onto the footstool, and gets up on the old altar, lying face down, his bare, smooth little ass naked and vunerable.
I turn on the cd player, and the Gergorian chants echo eerily off the old chapel walls. I take off my suit jacket and roll back my sleeves. On the nearby wall hangs a plain metal cross. I take it from its wall-hook, and go up to the altar. I ask Fr. Joe if he is prepared to do penance for his sins. He agrees. I begin paddling his ass with the metal cross, Fr. Joe's pale little buns quivering in the flickering candelight. Again and again, I strike the bespectacled little priest's quivering ass with the cross, and soon those pale globes of flesh are an angry crimson, glowing dully in the candlelight. He groans and cries, and he squirms on top of the old altar, humping his hard-again cock against the smooth, cool marble.
By this time, Fr. Joe's buns are red, sore, and blistered, and my huge cock is ready to rip right out of my pants. I stop my assault on the little priest's flaming rear, and place the cross back on its hook. I then take a small cruet of water and pour the cool liquid all over Fr. Joe's sizzling ass, muttering in Latin. Then I spank Fr. Joe's red, slick ass with my bare hand, and he yelps loudly as my strong, authoritive hand angrily spank the hell out of his sore, beet-red ass. He humps his hard priestly pud angrily against the altar top, knowing his spanking is well-deserved.
Then I order Fr. Joe to get up off the altar and get on all fours in the central aisle. When he obeys, I shuck off my suit pants and undershorts over my socks, garters, and wing-tips, and get on my knees behind my priestly pal and lover. I start to shove my huge cock between his red, blistered buns, and Fr. Joe groans loudly as my thick corporate cock plunges deeper and deeper into his tight, sweaty ass. I know this can't be a long fuck, because spanking Fr. Joe has got my balls really churning, and I know it won't be long until I shoot a thick, hot volley of white-collar cum up Fr. Joe's little butt.
Fr. Joe chants in Latin as my hairy balls smack up against his smooth, blistered little buns. My one hand reaches underneath to yank his stubby, rock-hard dong, and my other grabs onto his small shoulder, as I pump his little rump like crazy. The smell of the incense, the smell of the flickering candles, the smell of man-sweat, and the Gregorian chants prove to much for me. Pumping his little red rear angrily, I groan long and loud, as my boiling balls explode, and my fat cock spews gob after gob of hot, thick sperm between Fr. Joe's well-disciplined buns. My pumping fist has done its job well, and I feel that hard priestly pud throb and pulsate in my hand, spewing hot jizz all over my hand and the worn red rug beneath us. Finally, Fr. Joe simply collapses onto the worn rug, and I collapse on top of him, my hard cock growing soft in Fr. Joe's cum-filled butt. We lay there for a while, bonded together with sweat and drying cum, hugging each other, deep-kissing, the deep loving bond between us wrapping around us like a cloak. As we lay spent and exhausted, Fr. Joe reminds me of a meeting we have over the weekend................THE END Hope you guys enjoyed! Part 3 will be fothcoming!