The following story contains descriptions of sexual acts between various people, sometimes of the same gender, not always as willing participants. If this type of story bothers you, then do not read it. Some parts of it are true and other parts are imagined. I'll let you guess which is which. The names have been changed to protect the innocent along with the guilty. If you want to comment on this effort you can write to me at erinboy_98@yahoo.com.
The Lottery
Part 1 of 3
Danny was a good kid. The nuns had always said that if he would only apply himself he could succeed at anything. Now, two years out of high school he found himself with no job, married, with a kid on the way, and living in a basement room in his folks' house.
At least his folks weren't charging them any rent until he got another job. He had been making eight-fifty an hour working for his Uncle John doing interior painting, but the business hadn't been that great and he got laid off.
Cheryl had a job waitressing and made good tips, but once she started to show they let her go. Now she was eight months along and spent most of the day in the cellar bedroom where at least she could escape the August heat. She was really uncomfortable and bitchy to be around. Danny couldn't even get comfortable in bed with her now because she was so heavy the whole bed sagged in the middle and he kept rolling over onto her.
And the whole sex thing was out of the question. Danny hadn't gotten laid since about her third month. She said it could hurt the baby and besides what was the point, she was already pregnant. She had bought the whole line about sex only being to make babies. A good Catholic girl, she had listened to everything Fr. Sullivan had told them when they were going for their pre-Canna instruction. If she only knew what Danny knew about Fr. Sullivan. But that was a secret that Danny could never share with her, or anyone else.
They had gone together to the three sessions at the rectory, and Fr. Sullivan had talked to them about the sacrament of matrimony in a way that made it seem holy in a way that only two souls in love could understand. Neither of them ever thought to question the idea of an unmarried priest giving advice on how to have a long and happy married life. Especially with Fr. Sullivan, Father Bill as Cheryl called him.
Father Bill was the youngest priest to have served at St. Joseph's as long as anyone could remember. And all the kids loved him because he was like a big kid himself, tall and gangly with curly brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. He coached the boy's basketball and went on retreats with the scouts. A lot of eighth grade girls had dreams of becoming a nun so they could run away with Father Bill and give themselves up to God in some foreign mission. But Danny didn't know Father Sullivan. His family was not from the same parish and he and Cheryl did not meet each other until they went to the public high school. Danny fell in love with her Freshman year, but never asked her out until the Spring. They wrote to each other all that Summer. Danny was working as a junior counselor at a camp for handicapped children and Cheryl went to the Cape for the Summer where her folks own a cottage. They were both lonely apart from each other and when school started up again they started going steady.
Mostly they just went to the movies or hung out with friends, but a few times they had done some necking when Cheryl had a babysitting job. They would sit on the couch with the lights down low and Danny would put his arm around her and put his hand on her chest. She liked that and would put her hand on his and hold his hand there while they watched TV. Junior year things started to get a little more serious once Danny got his license. Now they began to go parking and making out in various places where kids went. But they never went all the way. The most Cheryl would let Danny do is take off her top, and her bra and kiss her breasts. She loved it when Danny sucked on her nipples. And Danny loved it too. It was almost enough to satisfy him, having one of her tits in his mouth. He felt safe and happy, like a baby with a pacifier.
Sometimes they would go a little further. If he was really good, Cheryl would take it in her hand and jerk him off, catching his stuff in a kleenex she kept ready. But she would not let him put his fingers inside of her. That was off limits until they were married she said.
And so they decided to get married after graduation and made the appointment with Father Sullivan for the classes. Though they were young they had plans and they told Fr. Sullivan how they would work and save towards getting their own house. In the meantime they would rent. Fr. Sullivan talked about how they must respect the church's teaching on contraception and that they must not use anything that would prevent the gift of a baby. If God smiled on them and gave them a family then that is what God had planned for them. Danny and Cheryl agreed that they wanted to have kids someday but would not be in a hurry if it didn't happen soon.
After they completed the classes, Danny forgot about Fr. Bill. He also wished he could forget about the wedding and left it up to Cheryl to make all the plans with her mother and her sisters. So he was surprised when he came home one night and his mother told him that Fr. Sullivan had called and to call him back.
He dialed the number at the rectory and the housekeeper, Mrs. Cassidy, answered the phone. He listened while she hollered up the stairs for Fr. O'Sullivan. She called him O'Sullivan because she had grown up in Ireland and that's the way she was.
When Fr. Bill answered the phone he asked Brian if he could come over for another talk, perhaps Saturday afternoon. Danny said he would have to check because Cheryl was supposed to be looking at wedding dresses, but Fr. Bill told him that this would be just for the two of them, man to man so to speak, could he come by at three? Danny agreed and thought no more of it.
On Saturday he arrived at the rectory a little before three and Mrs. Cassidy ushered him into the kitchen. "Fr. O'Sullivan is coaching the boys at basketball and he said for you to wait. Help yourself to those cookies I made and there is milk in the fridge."
It was not long before Fr. Bill came in flushed and sweaty from the basketball court. You could not tell he was a priest in his grey sweat pants and Celtics shirt. "Come upstairs, Danny, and we can talk". Danny followed him up to the second floor. He had never been upstairs in a rectory before, not even in his own parish, and was surprised to see it was not unlike his grandmother's house. Mrs. Cassidy called up to tell him that she was leaving and that there was a potpie in the oven for later and that the Monsignor would be dining out. She was going home now. "Thank you Bridgette", said Fr. Bill as he grabbed a towel and headed down the hall. "Come on Danny, you can talk to me while I grab a shower", he said.
Danny followed him down the hall to the small bathroom at the back and sat on the toilet seat while the priest stripped off his sweatpants and his jersey and stood there in nothing but a jock strap while he adjusted the water temperature in the shower. Danny looked at his hands in his lap and avoided the nakedness that was so close. He was a little embarrassed at being here with a priest who was naked. This was not surprising because Danny was actually rather shy. He used to get embarrassed in gym when guys were getting undressed all around him. Once he couldn't help himself he sprang a boner in the shower and his buddy Paul started snapping his towel at him and hollering for everyone to look. Now, as he sat there half listening to Fr. Bill in the steamy bathroom, he couldn't help but stare at the jockstrap tossed on top of the sweaty clothes. Something stirred in him as he recalled seeing other guys in their jocks and wondering how big they were and if they jerked off like he did.
Suddenly the water was turned off and Fr. Bill stepped out of the shower directly in front of him, his cock hanging free not a foot from Danny's downcast eyes. "Hand me that towel over there, will ya Dan, thanks". Fr. Bill wiped himself down on the bathmat and then took his flannel bathrobe off the hook on the door and covered his lean and muscular frame.
"Let's go into my study, Dan. We can talk in there. Here sit yourself down on the couch". Fr. Bill sat opposite Danny in his big recliner chair, unlike the pre-canna conferences with Cheryl where he sat at his desk and the two of them sat at opposite ends of the couch.
"I wanted to talk to you about some things that I couldn't discuss in front of Cheryl, Danny. You see there are some things you need to know about to have a good and happy marriage. Now you understood about the Church's teachings against contraception, didn't you?"
"Yes, father", said Danny beginning to wonder where this conversation was going. "But there are other ways you can have sex without having to use contraception. You know that, don't you".
"Ummmn, I guess."
"For example, I'm sure you know about masturbation, right? Come on now, Dan, we're not in the confessional here. I'm trying to help you here.
"Well, yeh, I guess so, father."
"Good. Now have you ever masturbated with Cheryl, Dan? Go ahead you can tell me, it's OK." "Well, sort of, but only once or twice father." Danny began to examine his fingernails very closely so that he didn't have to meet Fr. Bill's eyes.
"There are other things you can do as well, Brian. Do you know about oral sex, for example?" Danny said nothing. "You know what a blow job is, don't you, Dan? Come on, I was a boy once you know." "Well, yeh, I guess so, father."
"Have you ever had that done to you, Dan? Remember now, we're not in confession here, I just need to know how much you know." "No, never, father" Danny lied, not looking up. Hell, he wasn't going to tell Fr. Bill that he had let his cousin Brian blow him that time when he was at his Aunt's for Thanksgiving. He hadn't meant for that to happen, it just did. His cousin was 15 then, two years younger than Danny, and after the turkey, while their dads and Uncle John were all watching the football game, Brian said "Come on I wanna show you something" and they went out back to this junk car behind the garage. Once in the back seat Brian showed him some porno magazines that he said he had swiped from his older brother. "Wanna jerk off?" he asked. So Danny and Brian sat there and began to stroke their cocks while flipping through the pages of mostly naked girls and some with guys in them too.
All of a sudden, without saying anything, Brian just leaned over and put his mouth over the end of Danny's cock. It felt so good, Danny didn't try to push him away and in minutes his cock was spurting the very first cum that he had ever shot anywhere but his own hand. Danny sat there and watched while Brian jerked himself off, grabbing for a rag that was under the seat at the last minute as he shot towards the back of the front seat. Then Brian cleaned himself off and they went back inside and watched the rest of the game.
It suddenly dawned on Danny that he hadn't been paying attention to what Fr. Sullivan was saying as he remembered his first and only blow job, but he sensed a different tone of voice in the priest's words. And looking up he realized that Fr. Bill was leaning back in the recliner and his robe was parted below the waist. There it was, sticking up like some strange beast with a will of its own, red and hard and wet looking. As soon as he looked up and saw Fr. Bill stroking his cock, Danny started to get hard in spite of himself. "Has Cheryl ever done that for you then, Danny, ever put her mouth on you, I mean?" Danny said nothing, and kept his eyes down and began to feel hot, like the room was pressing in on him.
Suddenly, but not fast, Fr. Bill straightened the recliner, sprang out of It, light as a cat, and knelt on the floor in front of the couch. "Take it out, Danny. Let me see it". He slid his hands up Danny's thighs to his crotch and began to rub the bulge behind his zipper. Pushing Danny's hands aside, Fr. Bill unbuckled the belt and opened the button on Danny's pants, slid the zipper down and reached into his underpants to free his cock which immediately began to swell.
Although Danny was shorter than most kids, and not very muscular, he had nothing to be ashamed of in the dick department. It was about seven inches long and about as big around as he could circle with his fingers. Like all of his family, he was circumcised as an infant and the tip of his cock was a hard firm helmet of a reddish color that stood out in contrast to the whiteness of the shaft, the very shaft that now disappeared into the mouth of a ravenous priest.
This was much more of a blow job than what his cousin Brian had given him. It was soon plain that Fr. Bill was no amateur at sucking cock. Danny wondered how often he did this and whether he sucked the boys on the 8th grade basketball team. It was thinking of the boys on the basketball team that brought Danny to the brink and beyond, shooting his cum in great spurts into the priest's throat. Fr. Bill sucked and swallowed and didn't let go for a moment.
Danny was still hard when suddenly the priest stopped and straightened up. He began to roughly pull Danny's pants down below his knees. Then he took hold of Danny, who was almost limp from having cum so much, and pulled his bottom out away from the back of the couch. Suddenly Danny realized what was happening as Fr. Bill rolled him over onto his stomach, and bent him over the seat of the couch.
He struggled to get up but Fr. Bill leaned on his back with one arm while he fished around under the couch for something. It was some sort of tube that he opened and squeezed out something sticky and cold against Danny's asshole. He knew now what was coming and he struggled harder to get up, pleading with him not to do this "Please, father, don't..." he said over and over. The priest pressed his cock against Danny's ass and pushed with all of his weight. At first it seemed like it could not possibly happen, but all at once, the wet grease that was pushing its way into his asshole made the passage open up and let in a knife of pain that felt like it was ripping his insides out.
Danny started to scream and holler "NO, NO TAKE IT OUT TAKE IT OUT" but the priest pushed him down into the sofa and held a pillow over his head to stifle his screams. Danny was being pushed head first into the back of the sofa with every thrust of this large and powerful man who was in him to the very base of his large cock. Danny began to cry, from the pain, and also from the shame. And then the priest began to fuck him harder and harder until at last he gave a mighty push and held it all the way up inside Danny's stretched passage. He could feel the gushing of the priest's juices inside his ass. It felt like a hose stuck inside of him, like that time he was in the hospital and they gave him an enema. And the pain. He felt like he was on fire inside. Then the priest collapsed on the boy, stopped gasping for air, and was still. Danny whimpered but the priest did not try to comfort him with soothing words. He was changed now, his tone was stern. "You have to go now Dan, I have to go and hear confessions and will have to lock up the rectory. Come on now, let's not be like that, up you go." And he pulled the boy up to his feet and said "pull your pants up now, that's a good lad." Danny pulled up his briefs and then his pants and slowly buckled them. He felt like his insides had been dug out with a shovel. "Can I use the bathroom?" he asked as he tried to walk across the room to the hall. "Sorry, Dan, no time for that. I'm late for confessions. You'll have to wait until you get home".
Danny could not argue with him and made his way down the stairs and out the door. His car was still parked where he had left it in front of the rectory. He half imagined it would be gone, just as everything else in his life that was as he remembered it was gone. He sat in the driver's seat gingerly, like he was afraid to move very fast. It felt like he had to go to the bathroom real bad and he realized he would never make it home without having the runs in his pants.
Danny felt like his bowels were going to explode. He had to get to a bathroom soon or he was going to let go in his pants. Straining to keep his sphincter tight, he dodged the traffic and the potholes on the Avenue until he came to the gas station on the corner of the parkway. Pulling in at the side, he got out and headed for the men's room. It was locked. "Key's inside, man, on the hook" called the Hispanic kid who was filling a pickup truck's tank.
He might not make it he thought as he waddled gingerly around front to get the key. His brain willed his bottom to hold on for just a little bit longer. As soon as he was in the door to the men's room he began to unbuckle his pants and by the time he made it into the single stall beside the urinal his pants were already at his knees and he collapsed on the seat just in time before his guts began to spew out through the hole that felt newly ripped open in his bottom.
The relief was so great he thought he would faint and he had to steady himself on the toilet paper roll. After a while, the time between bursts became longer and he raised himself up enough to look between his legs at what had come out of him. He was horrified to see swirls of red mixed in with the shit and the cum that was still leaking out of his stretched and torn asshole. He felt like he was going to throw up and then he heard the door to the men's room open. In his haste he had forgot to lock the door. He quickly reached behind him and flushed the stinking mess away and began to wipe himself as best he could without it hurting where he was torn.
He saw the feet at the door of the stall and then the knock and the voice of the Hispanic kid who pumped the gas. "Hey man, you need some help in there?" Wiping himself once more and quickly pulling up his pants, Danny said "I'll be out in a minute, OK?" The feet did not go away. Danny buckled his pants and the voice said "Hey man, you want a blow job? I'll suck it for you good, man. C'mon, let me in."
Danny panicked. With his shirt untucked and his fly still unzipped he opened the stall door and pushed past the kid into the parking lot, jumped in his car and peeled out onto the parkway as if he had just stuck up the place.
-end of part 1