Father Timothy
Father Timothy had spent most of his life repressing his desires. As a chubby, older country priest, he believed that his purpose was to devote himself to the service of God and his parishioners, shunning any earthly temptations that might come his way. But on this scorching hot summer's day, something unusual happened that would challenge Father Timothy's self-imposed restrictions.
As he walked along the dusty path by the shimmering pond, a cool breeze brushed against his face and an unfamiliar feeling stirred within him. The weight of his responsibilities seemed to momentarily fade away, washed away by the gentle waves lapping at the shore. Without any warning, Father Timothy felt compelled to strip off his clothes and immerse himself in the inviting waters. Starting with his collar, the cleric began to sheepishly remove his robe, then his shirt, pants and socks until he was fully nude.
As he swam with a newfound freedom with the water caressing his full-figured frame, Father Timothy noticed a figure gliding through the water in the distance. It was Mr. Anderson, the town's librarian and a man known for his intellect and kind heart. Although they shared a similar age and body type, the two men's paths had seldom crossed, but Father Timothy had always admired Mr. Anderson's dedication to knowledge and the vast array of books that he tirelessly curated.
Curiosity piqued, the two men swam towards each other, their eyes locked in mutual surprise. A moment of recognition passed between them, and they greeted each other warmly. Father Timothy and Mr. Anderson discovered an unexpected connection. What began as an earnest discussion of C.S. Lewis turned to a commonality in their unspoken desires that they had never before acknowledged.
Underneath the summer sky, hidden from prying eyes among the lush trees that bordered the pond, Father Timothy and Mr. Anderson shared their long-suppressed yearnings. The air was heavy with the fervor of their newfound passions as their soft thick bodies intertwined, each touch eliciting a tender response from the other.
In each other's arms, they found solace and fulfillment, their big bodies embracing the weight of the secret desires they had locked away for so long.
The two men embraced and kissed passionately, their tongues exploring the depths of each other's mouths. Their hands explored every inch of each other's naked flesh, caressing each other's smooth skin and reveling in the softness of their bodies.
Father Timothy pulled back slightly, gazing into the deep pools of Mr. Anderson's eyes. He could see the desire burning there, the same hunger that he felt reflected back at him. The two men stared deeply into each other's eyes, their lips inches apart, before closing the gap and kissing again.
Mr. Anderson's hand slid down Father Timothy's back, gently massaging his buttocks and caressing his thighs. The Father moaned softly, pressing his body into Mr. Anderson's. The two men continued to kiss, their bodies pressed tightly together as their passions grew. Father Timothy broke the kiss and gazed lovingly at Mr. Anderson.
"I have never felt this way before, I always was taught affection between two men was forbidden" the Father tells the hirsute librarian. "However, all I feel right now is the need to be taken by you". Mr. Anderson smiled, his eyes filled with lust. "Then let me take you," he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Father Timothy's spine. He moved his lips to the Father's ear, his breath warm against his skin.
Mr. Anderson then began to kiss his way down Father Timothy's neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses across the sensitive skin. His hands roamed over his peer's chest, kneading the firm muscles. Father Timothy gasped as Mr. Anderson's lips found his nipple.
He arched his back, pushing his chest up towards the librarian's mouth. Mr. Anderson suckled on the tender bud, his tongue flicking across it. The Father moaned loudly, arching his back further, wanting more. Mr. Anderson released the nipple from his mouth and began to kiss his way down Father Timothy's chest.
He stopped at the priest's navel, running his tongue around it before moving lower. Father Timothy gasped as Mr. Anderson's lips found his cock. He had never experienced anything like this before. The librarian took him fully into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head. Father Timothy gripped the cool grass as Mr. Anderson sucked on him, his mouth moving up and down his shaft. He felt the pleasure building inside him, his body tensing as the orgasm approached. Suddenly, Mr. Anderson pulled away, his lips glistening with saliva.
He looked up at the Father, his eyes full of lust. "Do you want to come?" he asked. Father Timothy was unsure exactly what he meant so Mr. Anderson smiled and returned to sucking on his cock. The cleric began to thrust his hips forward, driving himself deeper into Mr. Anderson's mouth.
Mr. Anderson wrapped his arms around the Father's waist, holding him close. He sucked harder on the older man's cock, his fingers playing with Father Timothy's balls. He could hear the older man's breathing becoming ragged, his moans turning to gasps.
Mr. Anderson felt the first spurt of cum hit the back of his throat, swallowing it greedily. He sucked harder, trying to get all of the cum out of the priest's cock. As he did so, he felt the Father stiffen, his cock pulsing in Mr. Anderson's mouth.
Father Timothy cried out, his whole body shaking as he came. Mr. Anderson held him tight, swallowing the last few drops of cum. He licked the tip of the Father's cock, cleaning off the remaining cum. When he was done, he pulled away, looking at Father Timothy.
Father Timothy was panting, his face flushed red. "That was amazing" he whispered. Mr. Anderson grinned, pulling him close for another kiss. The two men lay in each other's arms for several minutes, basking in the afterglow.
They continued to lay there gazing into each other's eyes when the Father began to caress Mr. Anderson's spine Mr. Anderson moaned softly, tilting his head back. "You know what I really need?" the older man said. "What's that?" Mr. Anderson replied, kissing his way down the Father's chest. Father Timothy grabbed his head, pulling him closer. "I want you inside me" he said. Mr. Anderson smiled, kissing the older man's stomach. "Are you sure?" he asked. Father Timothy nodded, his eyes burning with desire. "Yes, I'm sure" he told the librarian. Mr. Anderson moved between the Father's legs, positioning himself at the entrance to his buttocks.
Anderson rubbed his penis against Timothy's hole, teasing him. "Please" the Father begged. Mr. Anderson smiled, slowly pushing forward, feeling the resistance of the Father's tight hole.
It hurts a little" the Father whispered. "Just relax" Mr. Anderson told him. He pushed harder, feeling Father Timothy's muscles give way. "Ow!" the older man cried out. Mr. Anderson pulled back, letting the Father adjust to being penetrated.
"Sorry" he apologized. Father Timothy shook his head. "No, it's okay" he said. "Just go slow." Mr. Anderson nodded, pushing forward again. This time, the Father didn't cry out. He just closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of a penis inside him.
He felt the pressure build within him, his own penis hardening. "Oh God!" he cried out. Mr. Anderson felt the older man's ass clench around his dick, his whole body trembling. "Ohhhh yesssss!" he screamed. Mr. Anderson felt the hot liquid fill his organ, spurting deep within the Father's hole.
He collapsed on top of the older man, both of them panting heavily. They lay there together, their bodies still twitching from the orgasm they had shared. "I never felt this way" Mr. Anderson whispered. The priest turned his head, kissing him softly.
"Neither have I, however I never had an experience so special" he replied. "We should probably clean up before anyone comes back." Mr. Anderson agreed, rolling off of the Cleric. He stood up, taking a moment to admire his lover's naked body. Father Timothy looked at him, smiling. "You're beautiful" he told him. Mr. Anderson blushed, smiling back at him. "Thank you" he said. He reached over, grabbing a towel. He handed it to Father Timothy, who wiped the sweat and cum from his body. "Why don't we get cleaned up and then go home?" he suggested.
After washing themselves in the pond the two men dressed and walked back to the town together. They soon parted to go back to their respective residences with the promise they would meet again.