Lost in Ireland's rural village cajuncock
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I lay on the bed looking at the two men, both naked and hard, who stood at the foot of the bed. I barely remembered meeting them the night before at the small village pub. I'd driven there lost in the confusion of the unmarked roads that were common in rural Ireland. Over pints the men, all of them, questioned me, the lone American. I consumed one after another of the pints offered to me. I heard the church bell as it chimed on and on. The bar slowly emptied leaving me with just the two men and the bartender. I stood to leave but was on unsteady feet. One man helped me up telling the others that I was in no condition to drive on the dark roads.
Now I was laying there naked in a large, soft bed staring at the smiling men. I lifted my aching head. One of the men handed me a mug of coffee telling me to sip it slowly until I felt better. He said "Sorry mate, we had to put you to bed. You were too drunk to leave on your own. It is a holyday so the pub will be closed until later. You know people must be at church first thing." I nodded that I understood as I sipped the strong black coffee. I managed to softly speak saying "Thanks for taking care of me. How will I ever thank you?" The silent man moved to the side of the bed, his hard cock was a mere few inches from my face. I stared at the huge, pink, uncut tool seeing just a small, clear drop at the exposed tip. He whispered "I think that you might have some ideas on how to thank us, lad." I felt his rough hand caress the side of my face. I knew what he wanted immediately. I smiled up at him before speaking "But sirs, I have not done this before and afterall it is a mortal sin." Both men laughed as one rubbed my face with his stiff cock saying "Ah lad, that is why we have confession. Our priest has heard many a tale of our sinful lives here in the village."
I knew that was true. Perhaps the priest had even given them a pleasurable penance for their sins. I felt a greased finger rub against my not so virgin hole and moaned like a wanton whore. It had been a long winter without sex for me. The feeling of rubbing my hole brought out memories of the sailors in Cork who had used me. I moved slightly to give the probing finger access to my most private place. Both men laughed at my submission. I was pulled up to my knees on the bed. In such a position I was available to both men to use. The bed sagged as one man moved behind me. The other man moved his body closer to my face. The probing finger was joined by a second, then a third finger. I moaned loudly enough to let them both know that I had submitted to their lustful desires. The cock in front of me rubbed across my lips eliciting a wanton moan from me. I felt the fingers leave my man cunt , making me cry out at the loss. They laughed as both men entered me. My mouth was filled with a real man's large tool just as another entered me smoothly in the rear. I cried out loudly as the sensation overtook me. My cries did not go unnoticed. The door to the room flung open to reveal the bar owner standing there smiling. He slammed the door behind him as he walked in. His open shirt revealed a chest covered in fiery red hair. I wanted him to join in my defilement. Without a word he moved to present me with a crotch dressed in brown leather pants. I raised my hands unbutton the pants and his extra large fuck stick popped out dripping with his clear liquid. The man in my ass quickly pulled out to give the new man access to my wanton hole.
For the next hour all three men used and abused my body. I reveled in their lustful attention. I came a number of times stimulated by their ardor. As each one reached a loud climax he was replaced by his buddy. The only lube needed was their loads of seed. We heard the church bells strike the hour as we lay exhausted on the bed. They laughed saying "Mass will soon be over and the customers will soon arrive. Let's get cleaned up?" I was lifted to their shoulders and carried down the hall to the large shower room. They cleaned me thoroughly inside and out. I was escorted back to the room where we all dressed. Soon I was feasting on a hearty breakfast and downing another pint.
The bar gradually filled with the local men folk of the village. The priest was the last to arrive. I was introduced and he was told that I might need to confess some of my sins since I was from the city and new to the village. The young priest nodded as he sipped his pint. I felt his hand on my knee as he stared at me. His clear blue eyes seemed to penetrate into my being. He leaned close and asked "So you have some sins that need forgiveness? Perhaps we should go upstairs for me to hear your confession?" I nodded my agreement and followed him up the steep stairs. No one seemed to notice our departure.
Once in the same bedroom I'd been used by the others, I knelt at his feet as he sat on the edge of the bed. I began confessing my vile sins of the previous morning. As I knelt there I noticed that the crotch of his black pants stiffened. My own imagination caused my own cock to get hard with lustful thoughts. He laid his hands on my shoulders speaking in a low whisper "Did you willingly enjoy those sins, my son?" I nodded my head saying "Yes, father I was there to serve those men's needs. It is my role in this sinful life." I lay my hand on the dark crotch and felt his cock twitch. He whispered "Yes, you are a skillful sinner, even tempting a man of god. My son you must suffer for committing these sins. You know that the pain you suffer will help you avoid sin in the future?" I whispered into his hard crotch " Yes father, my suffering will remind me of the serious nature of my life choices." He reached to move my hand to his zipper saying " You must prepare to receive the pain that I can give to you for the forgiveness of sin." I nodded as I unzipped his pants. I was not expecting what happened next. The largest cock I had ever seen popped out. It had to be at least ten inches of thick, uncut, pink flesh. It was hard with the skin pulled back to reveal the moist pink monster. I leaned to kiss it with the reverence that it deserves. He moaned saying "Yes, my son, give it the due homage it deserves. It was a gift to satisfy all men."
For the next hour I paid homage to this gift. I offered it everything possible. I feared that it might break me in two. But the young priest was well schooled in its use. Slowly and not without some pain he plowed me telling me to beg forgiveness. I begged and begged for more of his delightful punishment. Finally, both of us were drained of our juices. My ass was dripping with his loads and my own balls were empty from numerous orgasms. We kissed and he asked how long I intended to visit the area. I told him that I might just become a regular member of his parish if he'd hear my confession weekly. He laughed telling me that many men would be willing to help me sin in order for all of them to confess. I walked on unsteady legs back down to the bar. Later I asked if there might be a small furnished cottage for rent in the village?
Once settled my place became a frequent meeting location for gatherings of the men folk of the village. The priest would often come by late at night to hear my confession leaving at dawn for the morning mass. He sometimes brings his teen altar boys along to meet me and talk. Gradually, these young men were able to sin in such ways as to have their priest hear many confessions.