Part 2

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Herbert Alexander Simon Dott didn't know where he had lost himself. Maybe it was that world-class blowjob. Maybe it was Father-God Everett Fontane's borderline justifications of how high society had changed but vows of celibacy hadn't and the spread between were good with permissions for priest of Pristine Valley to be fellated by a few well-chosen dickhead.

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

It was those wickedness of the city age 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 federal agency and was pleased that his appearance seemed in order and that only slender graying could be seen in his hair.

His direction appointment for 1pm was still ten minutes away, but the Perlins were usually betimes, a topic that pleased him because their son was a ripe son of a bitch and Dott was eagre 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 spot more time.

A knock on his place door was followed by the appearance of Jenni Hale, the pert and flyspeck receptionist that he shared with Fontane.

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

Dott nodded."Yes, and just send the Perlin's to my billet. You don't have to announce them."

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

"It's counseling, Jenni."

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

"It's not like that."

"well, I'm glad they do it because I don't want those cruddy thing in my mouth."

She left and he murmured to himself,"I knew it. All that pouty fiddling mouth and she has no musical theme how to use it. What a waste of good lipstick."

The Perlin boy was a slight older than the others but then, the age he wanted most was not an age he would ever intromit. 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 clock time to help them.

"We were getting desperate,"the female parent said."so do-or-die that Roland and I were talking about ... you know ... maybe trying to do it at menage -- -like, let him take up my husband but he isn't into that form 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 stifle with a big grin. Dott stood before the olive-skinned boy and slowly revealed his shaft.

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

In second gear, the boy's eager mouth surrounded his stiff barb. The feeling was like mouthpussy and in a unawares patch, Dott began to push his shot to the boy's pharynx. After the boy gagged a few sentence, he was able to get his dick right where he liked it most.

It was so cross. So odd. He was a priest, in a church service, and he had his putz down a young parishioner's throat with the replete boon of the principal priest and the boy's parents.

He held the boy's drumhead and began to mildly thrust. In sentence, 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 because the boy gagged often. He continued for nearly a half-hour before he felt his pearl rigidification and the exhilarating sensations bringing him close to coming. He was beyond caring about what the asshole or his parents wanted. Father Simon Dott wanted to get his addict off and he had a queer on his knees taking gumshoe and….Yessssss !

He thrust operose and inscrutable and released a mega-dose of sperm. He thrust again and again and again and with each drive, he pumped full-bodied, priestly cream into the depths of the cocksucker.

When he was finished, he pulled his hawkshaw from the boy, patted him on the head, and told him to wait in the pressure group for his parents. He supposed he should find guilty for using the boy's back talk and leaving so abruptly but he had done the job everyone expected so there shouldn't be charge.

He made his way to Fontane's office.

"Sit down Simon,"the honest-to-goodness priest said."I had a sound telephone call from a lady. Says her son been having iniquitous view 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 make 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 latticed curtain raising for penitents to verbalise there was a one-way glass.

In time, they heard the antonym door of the booth squeak and founding father Fontane put his finger before his brim as if to say"hush ”.

"Are you there, Father ?"came the meek voice of a woman.

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

"This is difficult 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 blab with you before he joins us."

"O.K.. Tell me how he has sinned."

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

"I see. What variety of thoughts, my daughter ?"

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

"Yes miss, confessions are confidential."

"My son ... he's ... he's been having salacious cerebration ... about ... men."

"Ah. wellspring, we hear a lot of that here. Please tell me what kind of lascivious thought he's been having."

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

Dott had just fucked a asshole's throat less than an hour before yet, just sitting and listening, his turncock was beginning to stiffen again.

"fountainhead, there are many boy like that,"Fontane said,"so you needn't be alarmed. We got more than of them than other bishopric because we been successful helping them."

"But, what do I do ? Can you deepen 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 call him in ?"

He heard the charwoman afford the room access and song to her son. founding father Fontane stood quietly and motioned for Dott to peer with him through the speed one-way chicken feed. When they did, they saw that the two visitors looked as frail and meek as they sounded.

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

"Son, it's not unusual for boys to have those prurient mentation. Heard it all before. You can talk about it here, but not away from here. Do you translate ?"

"Yes,"a soft voice responded.

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

"Y ... Yes."

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

Again, the boy replied with a soft"Yes"

Simon Dott was astounded by Fontane's next question.

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

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

Fontane chuckled."My girl, 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 sex on men but when they actually see a penis, some get affright and take in it isn't for them. Now son, you ever seen a man's penis ?"

"Only ... Only in magazines."

"fountainhead, you haven't seen anything til you see a real one."

The woman asked,"So you're saying I should find a man to expose himself to my son ?"

"If you think that's advantageously but you'd be riskin'confidentiality and once they find out you need that, a lot of them will coerce 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 expose myself to your son."

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

"Like I said, we do things different."

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

"Shhhh !"the mother responded.

"Best way I know for him to tell if he's a cocksuc -- -into performing unwritten sex."

After an telephone exchange of whispers, the mother sighed and said,"O.K. Father. If you think it's best, then okay."

The sixty-something priest stood and unzipped his blackamoor 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 decent to make him shiver.

It had effect on Fontane as well because the old man's rooster was hard. The onetime non-Christian priest lifted the grille and rotated it upward to unfold the gap between them. He stepped to the gap and pushed his erection through it. The muckle of the man standing against the wall was as lewd as Dott would expect at a glory pickle.

He heard a pant followed by voicelessness and some whisper and after some clock time, he heard the female parent'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 Father-God Fontane's stifle weaken and could nearly feel what the man was feeling.

After several minutes, Fontane jerked his coxa back and said,"okeh. Enough."

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

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

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

"I liked it,"the boy said.

"Ahhh…,"don 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 than at some point. The head is whether or not he will do it in a safe place and with a secure and decent man."

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

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

"Like what ?"

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

"Touch it again, son."

The man's consistency quivered as before and he asked."Do you ... Do you need to suck on it, boy ?"

"You can't be serious !"the adult female yelped.

"You want validation don't you ?"

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

"My daughter, until you come to term with matter and you accept the word ‘ cocksucker ’, you won't aid him much. We're in private and it's just between us. Just a little sucking ... to prove it one way or the other."

"I want to,"the boy said.

"Devin, he's a priest !"the mother protested."You want to suck on the cock of a priest in a confessional booth ? You want to become a cocksucker in church ? This is mad !"

"What break site could you want ?"

After various 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 waitress long. He felt soft mouth and warm breath and then the moist rut of the boy's mouth as it slowly encompassed his rock-hard pecker. He wanted to cream the boy's tonsils right then and there but what form of counselor would he be if he selfishly jizzed the boy instead of letting him slide his mouth on it until he knew if it was indeed what he wanted ?

"Enough !"the woman said as the mouth abruptly left his pecker."I'm so confused right now."

"My daughter, I have an associate degree you can run into with in his office and he is very honorable at helping people sort things out. We got a backlog of mob wantin'us to counselor-at-law their boys, but maybe we can earn way for yours, if he qualifies, that is. While you talk to forefather Dott, I will babble to your boy in my authority, and see if we should get him into counseling."

He whispered for Dott to leave silently and go to his federal agency and wait.

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

After more whispers, the cleaning lady agreed and all three stepped out of the stall and greeted one another. The adult female and the boy had thick, shaggy-haired, brown hair and were scant than Fontane had expected. She said her name was Noemi.

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

"accept me forty-five minutes to tattle to the boy. So Father Dott, bring them to my berth at 3pm."

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

"So, you're priest who help son by letting them give suck your cocks."

"Well, I suppose that's it in a nutshell, but it's like what Father of the Church Fontane said : What better berth could you come up ?"

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

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

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

"agenda ?"

"Yes. Counseling schedule."

He turned to Jenni."Miss Edward Everett Hale, would you go to your desk and check out the schedule and see what's uncommitted ? Do a printout. You don't have to hurry but add 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 guidance, then you can occur in once or twice a workweek and talking. And, you know, if you want, I'm sure we could happen a way for you to nurse dick each time."

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

Fontane chuckled,"fountainhead 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 articulatio genus and looked up."Pleeeease. No one will know."The boy lurched forward and buried his brass in the priest's pants.

breakage his promise to Naomi was a sin, but letting this cocksucker leave without sucking was grave and even more than of a sin. He hated to go back on his word, but there was no way Father Fontane could live with himself if he let the desperate boy leave without letting him draw.

Within seconds, his hard-on was out and Devin's eager sass was on it. The boy seemed in dreamland as he began to slowly slip his mouth on Father Fontane's erection.

Fontane ran his fingers through the boy's thick whisker and told Devin he was a proficient cocksucker. For quite some time, he stood and just let the whoreson enjoy his hard-on.

As he felt himself approaching orgasm, he imagined that early priest would throw asked get-go before cumming in a first-time cocksucker 's lip. Yes, those non-Christian priest would consider themselves more honorable. But, forefather Everett Fontane counted himself as a priest with a higher Enlightenment. He knew that motherfucker would go away unfulfilled if you didn't give them a mouthful of jizz and that would only increase the danger for this boy. The respectable thing wasn't to gamble asking and getting a"no"answer. The estimable affair was to just do it.

In his horizon, had no choice. None ! If he was going to facilitate Devin, then he was damned-required to blurt in the boy's sassing.

And so, at 2:51pm in his Christian church office, Father Fontane did the most-honorable matter.

The boy choked on the sudden eruption and his question jerked back as he coughed. He sputtered and his optic seemed watery. Yet, when beginner Fontane told Devin that the better thing for him to do was to swallow up, the boy nodded and began to slowly withdraw the priest's seed.

Fontane held some lingering guilt for cumming unannounced in Devin's sassing, but he redeemed those tactile sensation by handing the boy various tissues.

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

Fontane said,"My daughter, I gave my Holy Writ I would do the substantially thing for your boy and that I had no intention of putting my hammer in his rima oris. Miss Edward Everett Hale was here and she'll Tell you she saw nothin'like that."

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

"You see girl,"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 true that he done the best thing for Devin.

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

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

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

[ component part 3 follows ]