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FATHER JOSE LUIS By Robert Glynn
Sitting behind the desk in his rectory, Father Jose Luis Mesa called out, "Come in." in response to the gentle knocking on his office door. The door opened and Caesar Lopez de Vega entered. A small, humble man, clutching a paper bag to his chest, Mr. Lopez de Vega was clearly troubled and kept his eyes down on the floor as he accepted the priest's offer of a chair and a cup of coffee. After Sister Maria had served the coffee and closed the door behind her, Father Jose Luis said, "What can I do for you today, Don Caesar? What is troubling you?"
Don Caesar glanced up at the priest, and then, averting his eyes again, he answered, "It's my boy, Paco. Last night I caught him in the barn..." here he hesitated, "he was masturbating."
Father Luis smiled, "Oh, this is not a grave sin, something all the boys do. Send him to me and we will talk. Do not be troubled about..."
"Father," the little man interrupted, "he... he had this with him." Don Caesar gave the paper bag he carried to the priest.
Looking inside the bag, Father Jose Luis saw a glossy pornographic magazine -- one that showed naked men writhing in the impassioned embrace of other naked men. "Oh," intoned the priest, "this is another, more serious, matter. Send me the boy tomorrow after school. I will begin counseling him. It is probably a phase. Do not be troubled. Pray with your wife, and show your love to your boy. Bless you my son."
When the little man had left the office and the door was again closed, Father Jose Luis Mesa slipped the pornographic magazine from the paper bag and closely studied the pictures of naked men having sex with other naked men.
The knock on the rectory door the next afternoon was so small that, at first, the old priest wasn't sure he had heard anything. Then the tapping came again. "Come in." the priest called out. The door opened to reveal Paco Lopez de Vega, standing shyly, like his father, with his eyes cast down. The boy was small for his age, but well formed with slender hips and strong shoulders. His black hair was cut long and spilled over his forehead, always threatening to fall into his large brown eyes, which were framed by exceptionally long, curly lashes. His lips were full, and revealed a sensuous nature, and his tee-shirt and jeans clung tightly to his body. A beautiful boy ... thought the priest ... a pretty boy.
When the office door was closed and the boy seated in front of the desk, Father Jose Luis said, "Why are you here, Paco?"
The boy answered, "My father sent me, sir."
"And why did your father send you, Paco?" the priest asked.
For a long moment the boy sat silently in the chair, his head down on his chest. Then in a near whisper he said, "He caught me masturbating, sir."
"Paco, were you naked when your father found you masturbating?" the old man asked.
For the first time the boy looked the old priest in the eyes, and said quietly, "Yes sir, I was naked."
"Do you like being naked?" The priest leaned forward. The boy nodded yes, in reply. "Good, then I want you to take your clothes off, fold them and put them on the table over there." There was a long pause with no movement from the boy. "Go on," the priest insisted. "Don't worry; I've seen naked boys before, and it is important for my counseling session. No one will know what goes on here. Now, take your clothes off. Go on."
Paco was shocked at this unexpected turn of events, and sat for a moment thinking what to do. He knew his parents expected him to do whatever the priest said, and he knew his father would punish him if he disobeyed. He also knew the priest was a servant of God, and a man whose word was law. Paco also knew, deep inside, that the idea of being naked in front of a man, even this dry, old, priest, was exciting. So, he reached up and pulled off his tee-shirt. He leaned forward, untied his shoes and took them off. Then standing, he walked over to the table, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. With his back to the priest he slid his jeans down, revealing a beautifully shaped butt, clad in tight white briefs. Paco carefully folded his shirt and jeans and placed them on the table before turning to face Father Mesa.
Clad only in his socks and the white briefs, the boy was truly a beautiful sight. The priest saw the boy's underwear covered a bulging basket that seemed to be growing even as he looked. The old priest longed to see more. "Your socks and underwear, too," he instructed "you must be completely naked."
Paco complied, first removing his socks, revealing long, thin toes and well shaped, sensual feet. When the boy lowered his briefs, he revealed a surprisingly large penis that sprang up fully hard, jutting straight up, past his belly button. Paco's cock was surrounded by a small triangle of dark black pubic hair, which along with the tuffs of hair in his armpits, was the only hair on the boy's body. His long, thin, cock was uncircumcised, the foreskin covering the head of the boy's penis except for the smallest tip, where the piss hole was visibly exposed, moist and open.
Father Mesa said, "Place your socks on the table, bring me your underwear, and have a seat." he indicated the chair in front of his desk. When the boy had done as instructed, the priest held open the boy's underpants and carefully examined them, noting the moist spots in the pouch in front and, most intriguingly to the old priest, a brown stain in the seat. He held the underpants to his face and breathed deeply, relishing the delicious scents of the boy.
Paco watched the priest examine his underpants with wide eyes, a hard cock, and a growing understanding. He was amazed when he saw the old priest sniff the skid mark in the seat of his briefs.
The priest neatly folded the boy's undergarment, set it aside, and said, "I want you to be completely naked, Paco."
Puzzled, the naked boy said, "I am naked, sir."
"No," the old man answered, "the head of your penis is covered, to be completely naked, to be completely exposed, you must skin it back."
The boy reached down with both hands and pulled his foreskin back down on the shaft of his slender, hard, cock. The exposed cock head was large. It flared out like a mushroom's cap, dark, almost purple, and moist. As both the boy and the priest watched, a large drop of precum bubbled out of the piss slit.
"Good, now you are completely naked. Take your hands off your penis and rest them on the arms of your chair." When the boy had complied, the old man said, "Tell me what you were doing when your father found you."
I was masturbating, sir."
"And?" the Priest prompted.
"And I was looking at dirty pictures." The boy said with his eyes cast down, looking at his swollen cock with its naked, exposed head.
"Tell me about theses pictures, Paco." the priest commanded.
The boy blushed, ducked his head even further, and in a voice that was hardly more than a whisper, answered, "There were people in them -- naked people -- and they were playing with each other."
Playing?" the priest probed.
Paco nodded, "Playing with each other, kissing and touching ... and stuff."
"What kind of stuff?" Father Mesa probed.
The boy slumped in his chair, surrendering, recognizing he could not avoid telling the priest everything. "It was all men. They were sucking cock and fucking and licking butt holes." the boy whispered.
"Does it excite you to see naked men doing such things, Paco?" the priest asked.
"Yes, Father." the boy answered, and the hard cock, jutting up past his belly button confirmed his excitement.
"Have you ever done such things? Have you ever sucked a cock, or let a man fuck you in the ass hole?" The boy shook his head no. "Ever licked a boy's ass hole?" Another no. The next question surprised the boy. "What do you do with your sperm when you masturbate?"
"What?" the boy asked.
"Your sperm, what do you do with it? Do you wipe it up? Do you eat it? What do you do with your sperm?"
Paco's blush revealed his secret shame. He thought no one else did what he guiltily did, and ate what he thought of as his cock snot. "I eat it, sir."
"Good, good," the priest said "I want you to masturbate for me, now, and I want you to eat your sperm. Go on." the priest urged, sitting back in his chair and intently watching.
Paco reached down and took hold of his beautiful, hard cock and began to stroke it, rather timidly at first. With the first few strokes Paco watched the old man watch him. The hungry look in the old man's eye's emboldened the boy, who spread his legs wide, exposing, his smooth, hairless, dangling balls. He brazenly stroked off now, and slid down in his chair. In that position the old priest could almost see the young boy's ass hole -- his hairless, pink, puckered shit hole. The old man could almost smell it, could almost taste the moist, funky, musky, shit hole, flavor of the boy.
"Put your feet up in the desk," the leering old lecher commanded. "Spread your legs. Show me your little shit hole, while you masturbate."
The boy groaned out loud. He was being told - being made - to do, what he so longed to do. He threw his feet upon the priest's old wooden desk. He spread his legs even wider, wanting this dirty old man to look at, to hunger for, his never- before-admired, most secret, naughty, hole.
Paco was almost lying back in the big office chair, his hole thrust upward and forward, toward the admiring, lusting old man. While he masturbated his cock with a frenzied heat that bounced his low, swinging, balls against his thighs and ass, he reached down with his other hand and touched his own butt hole. This time it was the watching old goat who groaned.
The beautiful boy could no longer control his passion. With a cry and a jerk, the wanton lad brought the hand that had just touched the hungry lips of his quivering hole up and cupped it just in time to catch the first blast of his erupting orgasm.
The old priest saw the boy's body stiffen, heard his sexy moan, and saw blast after blast of his hot sperm shoot out of his piss hole and into his waiting hand. When at last the boy had relaxed back into the chair the old man said, "Go ahead, eat it. Eat your sperm."
As the boy lapped his semen from his upraised hand, the old man's untouched penis erupted in orgasm, filling his underpants with a sticky mess. The priest had not had an orgasm for several weeks, and to watch this beautiful, naked, boy wanking and eating his own cum, brought him to an unexpected rapture.
When they had both calmed down, Father Jose Luis ordered the naked boy to come round the desk and stand beside him. Paco expected the priest to order him to sexually service him. He was surprised when instead; the old man opened a drawer and took out a ping-pong paddle, which he placed on the desk.
"It is time now to punish you," the priest said, and putting his hand on the back of the boy's neck, he bent him over his desk, exposing the lad's beautiful naked butt. The old man ran his hands over the boy's ass tenderly caressing the firm, young flesh of the boy's bum. He spread the lad's nether cleft and carefully inspected his pink, puckered hole. He spent a long time looking carefully at the boy's beautiful shit hole, even going so far as to lean close and sniff it. The old man could smell a faint, lingering, whiff of the boy's shit. It excited him in a way nothing ever had before.
Then the priest began to spank the boy's naked bottom. He applied the paddle to the youth's upturned bum with a vigorous slap, slap, slap, watching the fine, unblemished, flesh redden, till his butt checks burned with a hot, red, fire. The boy took the first blows quietly, but as the spanking continued and his butt began to glow red, he began to wiggle and squirm. Spank, spank, spank! The priest made sure the lad's entire lovely ass was hot, inflamed, and deeply, red. When the old man, whose cock was again hard in the gooey, cummy mess in his underwear, first heard the boy groan out loud, he redoubled his efforts and paddled the boy's ass until the lad was sobbing and crying with the pain. Still the old priest flailed at the boy's tortured bottom, punishing him, wishing he could punish the boy's penis and testicles the same way. "Later," the old man promised himself, "I can't go to far today."
Now, the boy's bottom was turning that deep, dark red, that verged on blue, that promised serious bruising, and that the boy would feel for many, many hours, if not days. Setting the paddle down, the priest raised the boy up off the desk and turned the lad to face him. Paco's penis was hard and wet; his face covered with tears, and snot dripped form the nose, of the crying, sobbing boy.
The old man felt a fierce surge of lust, and pulled the boy to him, he began to lick the youth's beautiful, innocent face. When the boys sobbing had stopped, and the old man had eaten all the tears and snot, the priest pushed the boy back down, again bending him over the desk.
Gently, now, the old man ran his hands over the boy's well beaten butt. His ass felt really hot to the touch. Father Mesa reached over, and opening a desk drawer, he pulled out a small bottle of hand cream. He smeared the cooling, soothing cream all over the lad's bum. Then, with his finger still covered in the silky goo, the priest slid his finger into the boy's shit hole. The old priest had never before penetrated another human, and was astounded at the hot, slick moistness of the boy's rectum. He spent a long, long time fingering Paco, going up inside the lad's chute as far as he could reach, and stroking every part of the boy's sexy shit hole.
At first, Father Mesa both longed for, and dreaded, encountering a turd up inside the boy. He did not know if he could control himself if he encountered the boy's shit, he did not know what he would do, but the boy must have shit earlier, his shit cunt was an empty hole to be fondled. The' priest stroked and rammed the youth's prostate gland, milking the precum from the boy's cock. He stretched the boy's sphincter, tickled his colon, as he finger fucked the boy, who lay passively across the big desk, letting the old man have his way with him. Paco never moved or made a sound as the priest played stink finger with his ass hole. He just lay there, on the desk, his cock as hard as it could be, and the priest's long fingers playing inside him, stroking his homo love tunnel, his boyish shit cunt.
After a very long time, the priest withdrew his fingers from the boy and thrust them into his own mouth. The dirty taste drove the priest wild, and he bent down and began to suck the boy's anus, thrusting his tongue as deep into the lad's rectum, as he could go, desperately seeking all of the raunchy flavor he could find.
Paco, at first shocked to feel the priest's oral caress of his shit hole, quickly surrendered to the wicked sensations and pushed out his bung hole, so he could take more of the dirty old man's tongue. For a long while the only sound in the office was the old man's slobbery, guzzling of the virgin boy's shit cunt.
After eating his fill of boy hole, the priest sat back in his chair and instructed Paco to stand up and return to the chair in front of the desk. The boy's cock was rock hard, of course, and dripping precum. The priest, watched as the boy settled his spanked ass gently on the chair, and then told Paco to again masturbate, and watched as the lad wanked his dick, shot his wad into his cupped hand, and ate his sweet, sticky, sperm.
"That was beautiful," Father Jose Luis said, "Now, I want you to get dressed. Tell your father that I was very pleased with your cooperation, and that you must return for further counseling. Let's make your next session tomorrow, just after morning Mass, shall we?"
Paco, tucking his still swollen penis into his underwear, nodded his agreement.
"Good," said the priest, "and Paco, I don't want you to masturbate again - not till our next session."
"Yes, Father." the boy said.
"Now," the priest said, holding out his hand, "come and kiss my hand."
Paco walked over to where the old man stood, and knelt before him. Taking the priest hand in his own, he kissed it, and then, going down on the fingers that that had been up inside his shit cunt, he sucked and licked the priest's hand. "Thank you Father." Paco said.
"And Paco, it would be best if you did not shit before you come here tomorrow."
The beautiful boy, on his knees before the priest looked up at the old man and said, "Yes, Father."