Part 2

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Simon Dott didn't know where he had lost himself. Maybe it was that beginning blowjob. Maybe it was Father Everett Fontane's marginal justifications of how company had changed but vows of celibacy hadn't and the spread between were ripe with license for non-Christian priest of Pristine Valley to be fellated by a few well-chosen dickhead.

"It's a military service,"old man Fontane had said."dungeon them boys away from the sinfulness of the city."

It was those wickedness of the city years ago that had defrocked Dott, yet after two weeks in the Valley, he had been re-ordained as a counseling priest and been blown many times.

He studied himself in the mirror of his place and was pleased that his appearance seemed in order and that only thin graying could be seen in his hair.

His direction naming for 1pm was still ten minutes away, but the Perlins were usually early, a issue that pleased him because their son was a good cocksucker and Dott was eager to feel that warm, needy, and longlasting mouth.

He still wasn't convinced of Fontane's doctrine, but he was convinced that getting his tool sucked often was Worth giving the place more time.

A knock on his post room access was followed by the appearance of Jenni Hale, the pert and tiny receptionist that he shared with Fontane.

"The Perlins called and said they will be here in about five minutes. Fatherhood Fontane said when you're done to come see him."

Dott nodded."Yes, and just station the Perlin's to my authority. You don't have to annunciate them."

The girl laughed."My, don't you seem unquiet ?"

"It's counseling, Jenni."

"Sure it is, father Dott. I know what counseling is. I just don't know how you can do it so much."

"It's not like that."

"wellspring, I'm glad they do it because I don't want those nasty things in my mouth."

She left and he murmured to himself,"I knew it. All that pouty small oral cavity and she has no thought how to use it. What a permissive waste of good lipstick."

The Perlin boy was a trivial older than the others but then, the age he wanted almost was not an age he would ever take. Perlin was also a deep-throat which made him a cast-off from Fontane who preferred"mouth bois ”.

The Perlins entered and the parents thanked Dott for taking his time to help them.

"We were getting heroic,"the mother said."so desperate that Roland and I were talking about ... you know ... maybe trying to do it at home -- -like, let him breastfeed my husband but he isn't into that sorting of thing."

"You mean he's not into bastard ?"

"No ... more like ... the incest thing. We know incest happens in Pristine valley but Father Fontane is against it."

As soon as they were gone, the boy was on his knees with a big smile. Dott stood before the olive-skinned boy and slowly revealed his turncock.

"Go ahead boy. suction on it for awhile."

In s, the boy's bore oral fissure surrounded his corpse scape. The spirit was like mouthpussy and in a short-circuit piece, Dott began to push his rotating shaft to the boy's pharynx. After the boy gagged a few sentence, he was capable to get his hawkshaw right where he liked it most.

It was so queer. So odd. He was a priest, in a church, and he had his shaft down a young parishioner's pharynx with the full blessing of the chief priest and the boy's parents.

He held the boy's heading and began to mildly thrusting. In clock time, he went faster. If they wanted the boy fucked, then he was just the man to do it.

He went a little faster but had to slow up because the boy gagged often. He continued for nearly a half-hour before he felt his osseous tissue stiffening and the exhilarating sensations bringing him close to orgasm. He was beyond caring about what the cocksucker or his parents wanted. Father Simon Dott wanted to get his nut case off and he had a queer on his knees taking dick and….Yessssss !

He thrust unvoiced and abstruse and released a mega-dose of spermatozoon. He thrust again and again and again and with each thrust, he pumped robust, priestly cream into the depths of the cocksucker.

When he was finished, he pulled his tool from the boy, patted him on the head, and told him to wait in the anteroom for his parents. He supposed he should feel guilty for using the boy's backtalk and leaving so abruptly but he had done the job everyone expected so there shouldn't be ill.

He made his way to Fontane's office.

"Sit down Neil Simon,"the older priest said."I had a phone birdcall from a lady. Says her son been having iniquitous thoughts and they ain't our religion but she wants him to do a confessional. So, you and me are going to hear them out."

"Both of us ?"

"Sorta. You'll be there to see how it's done but you don't make a phone so they won't know. If they're as needy as they sound, then I wana form sure we get the boy in ... into ‘ counsel ’, heh-heh."

He led Dott to a confessional booth that was like others he'd seen except that above a interlaced opening for penitents to speak there was a one-way glass.

In prison term, they heard the opposite door of the booth close call and Father Fontane put his finger before his lips as if to say"hush ”.

"Are you there, beginner ?"came the meek vocalisation of a woman.

"Yes, my daughter,"Fontane said."You can address freely."

"This is unmanageable and new to me, but Father, my son has sinned and needs to confess."

"Very well. He may speak."

"He's not with me just now. He is nervous and shy and I want to talk with you before he joins us."

"OK. Tell me how he has sinned."

"He ... He's been having ... He's been having salacious thoughts."

"I see. What kind of thinking, my daughter ?"

"About -- -"She stopped and sighed."sire, this must all be confidential."

"Yes Miss, confessions are confidential."

"My son ... he's ... he's been having lustful thought ... about ... men."

"Ah. fountainhead, we hear a lot of that here. Please say me what kind of lustful thoughts he's been having."

After some silence, the woman spoke."He ... He's been fantasizing about performing unwritten sex on men."

Dott had just fucked a shit's throat to a lesser extent than an hour before yet, just sitting and listening, his cock was beginning to stiffen again.

"Well, there are many male child like that,"Fontane said,"so you needn't be alarmed. We got to a greater extent of them than other diocese because we been successful helping them."

"But, what do I do ? Can you change him ?"

"Change him ? Not likely."

"Then how are you successful ?"

"Every boy is different so can't really say without hearing from him. Can you forebode him in ?"

He heard the woman open the doorway and outcry to her son. Father Fontane stood quietly and motioned for Dott to peer with him through the upper one-way glass. When they did, they saw that the two visitors looked as frail and meek as they sounded.

Fontane told the woman to talk over with her son what they had talked about and, after some whispering, she said she had done so.

"Son, it's not unusual for male child to have those lascivious thoughts. find out it all before. You can mouth about it here, but not away from here. Do you understand ?"

"Yes,"a soft vox responded.

"Now son, your mother said you been having lustful opinion about men. Is that true ?"

"Y ... Yes."

"And she says you been having fantasies about performing oral sex on men."

Again, the boy replied with a gentle"Yes"

Simon Zelotes Dott was astounded by Fontane's future question.

"Son, you ever seen a man's penis ?"

"What kind of question is that coming from a priest ?"the mother protested.

Fontane chuckled."My daughter, we don't do things like the others. That's why so many bring their boys to us. We won't get nowhere if we don't talk directly about it."

When she didn't respond, he continued."Lotsa boys fantasize about performing oral examination sex on men but when they actually see a penis, some get scared and make it isn't for them. Now son, you ever seen a man's penis ?"

"Only ... Only in magazines."

"well, you haven't seen anything til you see a substantial one."

The charwoman asked,"So you're saying I should feel a man to peril himself to my son ?"

"If you think that's well but you'd be riskin'confidentiality and once they find out you need that, a lot of them will pressure you to put their dicks in your boy's mouth."

"Then, what can I do ?"

"Since this is all confidential and if you want, I could bring out myself to your son."

"W ... What ? You're a priest."

"Like I said, we do things different."

The sound of rustle was followed by the boy's voice."I ... I want to."

"Shhhh !"the mother responded.

"Best way I know for him to enjoin if he's a cocksuc -- -into performing viva voce sex."

After an interchange of whispers, the mother sighed and said,"Okay beginner. If you think it's best, then okay."

The sixty-something non-Christian priest stood and unzipped his black pants.

Dott had fantasized about such things in his years of confessionals but he never thought he would actually witness it. The iniquity of seeing it was enough to make him shiver.

It had effect on Fontane as well because the old man's cock was hard. The erstwhile priest lifted the lattice and rotated it upward to spread out the gap between them. He stepped to the gap and pushed his hard-on through it. The sight of the man standing against the wall was as lewd as Dott would expect at a glory hole.

He heard a pant followed by whispers and some rustling and after some time, he heard the mother's voice..

"He wants to know if ... if he ... if he can touch it."

"Yes my daughter. Your boy can touch my penis."

Dott saw the forefather Fontane's stifle weaken and could nearly feel what the man was feeling.

After several minutes, Fontane jerked his hip joint back and said,"okay. Enough."

As he sat down, he flashed a smile at Dott that was one of stupefied lechery.

"Now ... Now miss, tell me about your son's reaction."

"He ... I ... I don't know."

"I liked it,"the boy said.

"Ahhh…,"beginner Fontane drawled."I mean ... because that tells us a lot."

"What does it state us ?"the mother asked.

"Well, he didn't back away and he even touched it and that tells me that your son is a cocksuc -- -is a boy who will do More at some point. The question is whether or not he will do it in a safe place and with a safe and in good order man."

"Just from that you're sure he'll do more ?"

"Yes my daughter. But, if you want more grounds, there's more we can do."

"Like what ?"

Fontane stood and pulled out his erection and put it through the opening.

"Touch it again, son."

The man's body quivered as before and he asked."Do you ... Do you desire to fellate on it, boy ?"

"You can't be serious !"the cleaning woman yelped.

"You want proof don't you ?"

"But ... you're a priest ! And my son is not a c ... He's never done anything like that !"

"My daughter, until you come to terms with matter and you accept the Word of God ‘ cocksucker ’, you won't aid him much. We're in private and it's just between us. Just a piffling sucking ... to bear witness it one way or the other."

"I want to,"the boy said.

"Devin, he's a non-Christian priest !"the mother protested."You want to suck on the cock of a priest in a confessional John Wilkes Booth ? You want to go a cocksucker in church ? This is mad !"

"What better situation could you require ?"

After several seconds, the woman sighed,"Okay."And after a pause, she repeated,"Okay."

"Now son, only do it if you want to do it."

He didn't have to wait long. He felt soft back talk and fond breath and then the moist heating of the boy's mouth as it slowly encompassed his rock-hard dick. He wanted to clobber the boy's tonsils right then and there but what variety of pleader would he be if he selfishly jizzed the boy instead of letting him slue his mouth on it until he knew if it was indeed what he wanted ?

"Enough !"the woman said as the mouth abruptly left his prick."I'm so befuddle right wing now."

"My daughter, I have an associate you can meet with in his berth and he is very adept at helping masses sort things out. We got a backlog of syndicate wantin'us to direction their boy, but maybe we can have way for yours, if he qualifies, that is. While you talk to Father Dott, I will lecture to your boy in my office, and see if we should get him into counseling."

He whispered for Dott to give silently and go to his situation and wait.

"And don't trouble, you have my Good Book we will only talk. In fact, my office girl will be with us."

After more susurration, the woman agreed and all three stepped out of the booth and greeted one another. The adult female and the boy had thick, shaggy, brown fuzz and were shorter than Fontane had expected. She said her name was Noemi.

He led them to Dott's office and introduced them.

"Take me forty-five minutes to talk to the boy. So father Dott, bring them to my office at 3pm."

Dott patiently explained parts of the doctrine of the bishopric to the woman and answered all of her questions. She calmed and seemed to be accepting things.

"So, you're priests who help boys by letting them suck your cocks."

"well, I suppose that's it in a nutshell, but it's like what Father Fontane said : What skillful situation could you find ?"

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Fontane instructed Jenni to accompany him and Devin to his post. He explained to the boy how he might become one of the lucky unity to be approved for counseling.

Devin's case brightened and he said he wanted that.

"I'm not sayin'we're going to put you on the agenda. Got ta have your mama's approving for that."

"Schedule ?"

"Yes. Counseling schedule."

He turned to Jenni."misfire Edward Everett Hale, would you go to your desk and delay out the agenda and see what's available ? Do a printout. You don't have to festinate but bring it to me five minutes before three."

As he admired her pert butt on the way out, he turned back to the boy,"Yes Devin, if your mommy's all in on counseling, then you can come in once or twice a workweek and talk. And, you know, if you want, I'm sure we could find a way for you to nurse pecker each time."

"Oh I want !"the boy exclaimed."I want to right now !"

Fontane chuckled,"Well not now. I promised your mother we wouldn't do anything like that."

The boy left his chair and came closer and with a devilish smiled said,"I won't tell if you don't. Devin went to his knees and looked up."Pleeeease. No one will know."The boy lurched forward and buried his case in the non-Christian priest's pants.

breaking his hope to Noemi was a sin, but letting this cocksucker leave without sucking was unsafe and even more of a sin. He hated to go back on his word, but there was no way founder Fontane could live with himself if he let the desperate boy leave without letting him breastfeed.

Within seconds, his erection was out and Devin's eager mouth was on it. The boy seemed in dreamland as he began to slowly slide his mouth on father Fontane's erection.

Fontane ran his fingerbreadth through the boy's midst hair and told Devin he was a good whoreson. For quite some time, he stood and just let the asshole love his erection.

As he felt himself approaching orgasm, he imagined that other priests would get asked low gear before cumming in a first-time cocksucker 's mouthpiece. Yes, those non-Christian priest would consider themselves more good. But, Father Everett Fontane counted himself as a priest with a higher enlightenment. He knew that cocksuckers would go away unrealised if you didn't give them a mouthful of jizz and that would only increase the danger for this boy. The ethical thing wasn't to chance asking and getting a"no"answer. The honorable thing was to just do it.

In his view, had no option. None ! If he was going to serve Devin, then he was damned-required to ejaculate in the boy's lip.

And so, at 2:51pm in his church billet, beginner Fontane did the most-honorable thing.

The boy choked on the sudden eruption and his head jerked back as he coughed. He sputtered and his centre seemed watery. Yet, when Father Fontane told Devin that the best thing for him to do was to swallow, the boy nodded and began to slowly swallow the non-Christian priest's semen.

Fontane held some lingering guilt for cumming unannounced in Devin's mouth, but he redeemed those feelings by handing the boy several tissues.

When the others joined them, all was in purchase order. Naomi asked her son if Father Fontane had tried anything intimate and the boy adamantly said"no ! ”.

Fontane said,"My daughter, I gave my word I would do the expert thing for your boy and that I had no intention of putting my cock in his mouth. Miss Hale was here and she'll Tell you she saw nothin'like that."

Jenni smiled and nodded."I absolutely saw nothing intimate at all."

"You see omit,"Fontane continued,"I didn't do anything like that."

Some might say that Father Everett Fontane lied with what he said, but he certainly had not. After all, it was reliable that he done the best thing for Devin.

And, and it was also straight that he indeed had never planned to put his dick in the boy's mouth.

And above all, he hadn't lied to Naomi when he said he had n't done `` anything like"that.

Nope. No way, because indeed, he had done"exactly"that.

[ part 3 follows ]