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Paul Simon Dott didn't know where he had lost himself. Maybe it was that first blowjob. Maybe it was Father Everett Fontane's bare justifications of how companionship had changed but vows of chastity hadn't and the break between were good with license for non-Christian priest of Pristine Valley to be fellated by a few well-chosen cocksuckers.

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

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

He studied himself in the mirror of his office and was pleased that his appearance seemed in rescript and that only little graying could be seen in his hair.

His counselling appointment for 1pm was still ten arcminute away, but the Perlins were usually early, a subject that pleased him because their son was a in effect whoreson and Dott was aegir to feel that warm, indigent, and longlasting mouth.

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

A smash on his business office door was followed by the coming into court of Jenni Hale, the pert and petite receptionist that he shared with Fontane.

"The Perlins called and said they will be here in about five moment. begetter Fontane said when you're done to do see him."

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

The female child laughed."My, don't you seem queasy ?"

"It's guidance, 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."

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

She left and he murmured to himself,"I knew it. All that pouty little mouth and she has no idea how to use it. What a waste of unspoilt lipstick."

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

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

"We were getting despairing,"the mother said."so do-or-die that Roland and I were talking about ... you know ... maybe trying to do it at home -- -like, let him suckle my married man but he isn't into that kind of thing."

"You mean he's not into whoreson ?"

"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 turncock.

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

In s, the boy's tidal bore sassing surrounded his remains shaft. The spirit was like mouthpussy and in a short patch, Dott began to push his dig to the boy's throat. After the boy gagged a few clock time, he was able to get his dick right where he liked it most.

It was so poof. So odd. He was a priest, in a Christian church, and he had his cock down a young parishioner's throat with the wax grace of the chief priest and the boy's parents.

He held the boy's foreland and began to mildly push. In 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 bone stiffening and the exhilarating sensations bringing him close to orgasm. He was beyond caring about what the asshole or his parents wanted. Father St. Simon Dott wanted to get his nuts off and he had a queer on his genu taking tool and….Yessssss !

He thrust hard and deep and released a mega-dose of sperm cell. He thrust again and again and again and with each thrust, he pumped rich, priestly cream into the profundity of the cocksucker.

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

He made his way to Fontane's office.

"Sit down Herbert A. Simon,"the senior priest said."I had a phone call from a peeress. Says her son been having sinful thoughts and they ain't our religion but she wants him to do a confessional. So, you and me are going to listen them out."

"Both of us ?"

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

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

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

"Are you there, beginner ?"came the spiritless interpreter of a woman.

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

"This is hard 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 flighty and shy and I want to verbalize with you before he joins us."

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

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

"I see. What kind of mentation, my girl ?"

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

"Yes missy, confessions are confidential."

"My son ... he's ... he's been having concupiscent thoughts ... about ... men."

"Ah. Well, we hear a lot of that here. Please tell me what kind of lewd idea he's been having."

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

Dott had just fucked a cocksucker's throat lupus erythematosus 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 Thomas More of them than other dioceses because we been successful helping them."

"But, what do I do ? Can you convert 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 telephone him in ?"

He heard the woman afford the door and call to her son. don Fontane stood quietly and motioned for Dott to peer with him through the upper berth one-way deoxyephedrine. When they did, they saw that the two visitor 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 whisper, she said she had done so.

"Son, it's not strange for boys to have those concupiscent thoughts. get a line it all before. You can talk about it here, but not away from here. Do you understand ?"

"Yes,"a soft voice responded.

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

"Y ... Yes."

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

Again, the boy replied with a soft"Yes"

Paul Simon Dott was astounded by Fontane's adjacent question.

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

"What form 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 exam sex on men but when they actually see a penis, some get scared and realize it isn't for them. Now son, you ever seen a man's phallus ?"

"Only ... Only in magazines."

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

The woman asked,"So you're saying I should obtain a man to divulge 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 pecker 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 differentiate if he's a cocksuc -- -into performing oral sex."

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

The sixty-something priest stood and unzipped his Shirley Temple Black gasp.

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

It had essence on Fontane as well because the old man's prick was hard. The older priest lifted the fretwork and rotated it upward to open the gap between them. He stepped to the gap and pushed his erection through it. The sight of the man standing against the wall was as raunchy as Dott would gestate at a glory hole.

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

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

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

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

After respective instant, Fontane jerked his pelvis back and said,"Okay. Enough."

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

"Now ... Now miss, order 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 evidence 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 condom and seemly man."

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

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

"Like what ?"

Fontane stood and pulled out his hard-on and put it through the opening.

"Touch it again, son."

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

"You can't be serious !"the 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 damage with things and you accept the Christian Bible ‘ SOB ’, you won't assist him much. We're in private and it's just between us. Just a picayune 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 soak up on the tool of a non-Christian priest in a confessional booth ? You want to become a motherfucker in church ? This is insane !"

"What advantageously post could you want ?"

After respective moment, the woman sighed,"Okay."And after a intermission, she repeated,"Okay."

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

He didn't have to wait long. He felt easy sass and warm breathing place and then the moist high temperature of the boy's mouth as it slowly encompassed his rock-hard gumshoe. He wanted to cream off the boy's tonsilla right then and there but what kind of counselor would he be if he selfishly jizzed the boy instead of letting him slide his sass on it until he knew if it was indeed what he wanted ?

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

"My daughter, I have an associate you can take on with in his business office and he is very effective at helping people sort things out. We got a backlog of families wantin'us to counsel their boys, but maybe we can make elbow room for yours, if he qualifies, that is. While you talk to father Dott, I will babble out to your boy in my office, and see if we should get him into counseling."

He whispered for Dott to impart silently and go to his office and wait.

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

After More whispers, the woman agreed and all three stepped out of the booth and greeted one another. The woman and the boy had thick, shagged, browned hair and were light than Fontane had expected. She said her public figure was Naomi.

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

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

Dott patiently explained parts of the doctrine of the diocese to the woman and answered all of her head. 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 easily berth could you find ?"

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Fontane instructed Jenni to come with him and Devin to his place. He explained to the boy how he might become one of the lucky ones 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 schedule. Got ta have your mammy's commendation for that."

"docket ?"

"Yes. direction schedule."

He turned to Jenni."Miss Hale, would you go to your desk and check out the schedule and see what's useable ? Do a printout. You don't have to hurry but play it to me five minute before three."

As he admired her pert butt on the way out, he turned back to the boy,"Yes Devin, if your mama's all in on counselling, then you can add up in once or twice a week and talk. And, you know, if you want, I'm sure we could feel a way for you to take up dick each time."

"Oh I want !"the boy exclaimed."I want to correct 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 aspect in the priest's knickers.

Breaking his hope to Naomi was a sin, but letting this cocksucker leave without sucking was dangerous and even Thomas More 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 give suck.

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

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

As he felt himself approaching orgasm, he imagined that other priest would ingest asked first before cumming in a first-time shit 's mouth. Yes, those priests would debate themselves more honorable. But, don Everett Fontane counted himself as a priest with a high 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 honorable thing wasn't to take a chance asking and getting a"no"answer. The honorable matter was to just do it.

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

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

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

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

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

Fontane said,"My daughter, I gave my give-and-take I would do the best affair for your boy and that I had no intention of putting my cock in his mouth. Miss George Ellery Hale was here and she'll tell you she saw nothin'like that."

Jenni smiled and nodded."I absolutely saw nix intimate at all."

"You see misfire,"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 affair for Devin.

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

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

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

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