“I am sure,” said the priest, “that Jesus met this way with his deciples.”
“You believe Jesus Christ sucked cock?”
“Undoubtedly. His deciples most certainly did. With no female companionship, they had to relieve each other’s tensions. Men, lacking the third hole, must use the two they have to fulfil their earthly needs.”
“Jesus Christ, Cocksucker,” I giggled.
“Though that may be true, we seldom speak of our lord in that vein.”
“How do you speak of it?”
“We look on it as a communion. A transference of the life force.”
“And when you plug Reverend Jim’s back door?”
“He receives the full gift.”
“Do you receive that gift too?”
“Occasionally, though I am more prone these days, to give than receive.”
“I’m not going to let you put that horse cock up my ass.”
“No I suppose not. It takes practice to accept it without pain.”
“But I sure would like to pound your ass, sometime.”
“Because I’m a priest?”
“Because you’re a fucking priest and most priests don’t do that.”
“I do not touch women.”
“But you do fuck boys.“
“Let’s shower,” said the priest.
We picked up our clothes and I followed his lean, hairy ass down the stairs to the shower. We turned on adjoining shower heads and soaped up. He worked a mass of lather in his crotch and worked it back between his legs and around his butt. He reached over to soap me and worked on me until I had another solid hard-on.
Father Ted stepped from under the spray and lathered his crack some more. He bent forward and rested his hands against the opposite wall. “Come on. Give it to me. The soap will make it slick and smooth.”
“You mean up your ass?”
“Of course. Come on. How often do you get a chance to shove that rammer up a priest’s pussy?”
I moved behind him and found his tight little bung hole in the suds with my finger. I aimed and my hard cock entered with little resistance.
“You are load,” grunted the priest. “You fill my man cunt very well.” “You wanted a fucking. You’ll to get one.” I pulled back and slammed it home. I heard him grunt. I had a hand on each of his slender hips and I watched the cylinder of my cock piston into the sudsy, brown hole. As he tightened to keep me from withdrawing, the insides of that brown ring clung to me and a part of that pinkish-brown opening turned inside out. On the down stroke he opened up to let me ram hard into him until belly and balls slapped against his spare buttocks.
“You like taking it in the ass?” I taunted.
“Love it,” grunted the priest. “Pound me.”
“Right up your sanctified ass.”
“Blessed once by the Cardinal‘s cock, itself,” breathed the priest. “you have entered hallowed ground.”
