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   FATHER O'MARA'S BLOG FOR APRIL 30th by (c) Hamilton Joyce.  Mm.

   Comments in response to my blogs sometimes criticise me for being
obsessed with blondes, boys and girls both.  It is true that given a
line-up of a dozen nubile twelve year old girls, all equally lovely, 11
brunettes and one blonde, I would likely chose the blonde to enjoy first.
The same would apply for boys.  The blondes are so angelic or cherubic, and
the boys especially look so good in their white robes at the altar or in
the choir-stalls.  In common with many a pedo I have a thing about fair
hair, and the closer to ash blonde it is the better, though of course I
like hairless pussies, or at least just the tiniest triangle of the finest
hair....

   Moreover, those of you who have archived my blogs will find that I have
reported my success with many little brunettes of both sexes, and even the
occasional red-head, afro, or asian.  However, my new altar boy is again a
blonde!



   My cock slipped from Rupert's arse, and I looked down to see it was
still clean: Rupert was a good lover who always douched thoroughly before
Mass for our love-making afterwards.  I had taken his bottom from the side
and he had cum at the same time as me, wanking at his cock while I rammed
him hard, just as he liked.  So it was all very satisfactory, and we lay
there quiet, both in the afterglow of successful sex.  Finally his arse
expelled my cock: I had not withdrawn, but let him do it in his own time.

   'Rupert, you are a star!  That was lovely.'

   'Good for me.  too, Father.'

   I was looking at his flawless, tanned back.  It was as smooth as ever,
but his shoulders were becoming muscular, and at fifteen his back now had
that masculine, triangular aspect, tapering down to a hard, little male
bum. With his biceps and strong, golden-hairy thighs there was now little
of the pretty, angelic boy who had captured my heart, or at least awoken my
lust four years before.  No!  The child had become a man.  A great fuck
still, but not a lad to awaken real passion in this pedophile!

   'You've been to one of Father Benedict's parties?'

   'Yes it was great!'

   'Tell me about it while we have our cigarette as usual.'

   'He's got a big old house at the rear of Holy Trinity, and it's strange
in among all the tall city buildings.  Full of antiques and good furniture:
must be worth a mint!  But a great place for a party.  Two big reception
rooms, a huge kitchen.  And six bedrooms!

   'There were seven men including Father Benedict and each had brought a
boy, mostly younger than me, between eleven and thirteen I should think. 
Father Benedict had brought two girls from his catechism classes, Mary and
Lydia....  very pretty and fourteen I should think: anyway, both had nice
tits.  There were two women, wives or mistresses of a couple of the men....
more likely mistresses as they were much younger and sort of flashy.

   'I was with Duncan Galbraith.'

   'Galbraith the banker?'

   'That's him.  He has the penthouse flat where we live and has been
fucking me for years.

   'It was all sex from nine till after midnight.  I was fucked four times,
and fucked the brunette girl called Mary and both of the women.  Lots of
sucking too, cocks and pussies.  I had my first line of coke and tried out
viagra.  All that was laid out on a table with drinks and condoms and
lube....  though it was mostly barebacking.  At least all the guys who
fucked me barebacked and so did I with the fems.'

   'You were probably safe enough.  Those guys were all pillars of society,
the great and the good.  I go to his parties occasionally and the guests
are always top people, politicians, tv celebrities, actors, business.... 
very much the A-list.  You ought to go as often as you can as those are the
guys who can give you a leg up in life, boost any career you chose...

   'Speaking of which, Father Benedict wants an experienced altar-server,
and he asked me whether I would let him have you, Rupert.'

   'What did you say?'

   'I said I would ask you.  It's a big, important church and has a
congregation of important people.  That plus the monthly party, where you
would be a host, must be tempting.'

   'Father Benedict fancies me.....he gave me a real good shafting at his
party and had me fuck him in the mouth while one of the boys was up his
arse.'

   He stubbed out his cigarette.

   'Have you got a replacement?'

   'Young lad called Stephen Maliakoff.  I would want you to show him the
ropes.'

   'OK, Father.  Tell Father Benedict that as soon as Stephen is on top of
the job I'll join him at Holy Trinity.  He's a very pretty boy, Stephen:
he's in the first year at school and I couldn't help noticing him.  Have
you had him yet?'

   'No.  I was rather hoping that as well as showing him the altar work you
might seduce him for me: you're so good at that, Rupert.'

   'I'll enjoy that!'



   'Well Rupert, the service yesterday went smoothly.  It shouldn't take
much longer for Stephen to learn the ritual.  In fact he's nearly there
already'

   'Can't wait to get rid of me?'

   'I hope you're joshing me, Rupert.  We've had some great times together
but we both know it's time for you to move on and Father Benedict is a
great opportunity for you, meet some important people who can do a lot for
you.  Sexy too!'

   'Only teasing you, Father.  I know you prefer the young teens and I'm a
bit too old for you now: I've always known that would come.  And I'm really
looking forward to Holy Trinity and all that goes with it.  The good news
about Stephen is has been spending the night with me and we've had sex.'

   'Full on?'

   'Oral at first, but it didn't take long to get to having his arse, and
he's about ready for you now.  He's a randy little guy.'

   'Tell me more.  What's he like ?'

   'He's your type completely, Father, blonde, a lock of hair flopping over
his brow, blue eyes, and nice, full lips.  No spots!  He's a head shorter
than me, but not so as it was difficult to sixty nine.'

   'Oh!  Come off it, Rupert.  I know all that.  I mean stripped.  What's
his body like naked?'

   'Just teasing you a bit!  He's got a great body, suntanned at the
moment, long slim legs and slender arms still, but not skinny at all.  Nice
chest, hairless of course and a firm belly, but not muscled yet, a bit
rounded.  Like his bum in fact, which is rounded and jutting nicely.  He's
a great little fuck and knowing you, you'll be wild about him: lovely
white, soft bum, glorious tan lines.'

   'His cock?'

   'Not cut.  About five inches and still slender, but real straight when
it's hard, and a nice pink knob: skins easily and he doesn't get sensitive
there when he's cum.  Pretty little ball-sack, white and hairless, and the
prettiest little triangle of fine hair, almost as blonde as his head.  I've
made your cock stand, Father.'

   'Yours too, Rupert!  How did you seduce him?'

   'It took two nights.  Oral the first and anal the second......  rapid
grooming.'

   'You've got the skill, Rupert!'

   'So have you, father.  Boys and girls too!

   'You know my father's put up a tepee for me in our garden?  Well,
Stephen liked the adventure of sleeping in one so he just agreed when I
asked him.  I told him he would not need a sleeping bag as I'd arrange
that. In fact I put in an old double one, nice and warm and soft and just
room for two, but didn't tell him until it was too late for him to argue.
It was going to be very cosy the two of us naked in there!  So there we
were laying on the sleeping bag, bare feet....I made him take his sandals
off like me just inside.....  and it was only eight o'clock so the tent was
still on the warm side.  I couldn't wait to get him naked....  I knew he'd
be suntanned and even his feet were sexy, wth white lines where the straps
of his sandals had stopped the sun-tan: I hoped he'd have those sexy lines
on his body too.'

   'He did, didn't he!'

   'I already told you that, Father.  White butt.  Anyway, I complained
about the heat and slipped out of my shorts and tee-shirt.'

   'He was hot too, and did the same.....  cutest tight, white little-boy
underpants!  I had my boxers on, but was so hard it must have been obvious
to him.'

   'He pointed at my heap of mags and asked me what they were.'

   'My wank mags, I said.  I use them for jerking off.  I reached for the
top one....  the Twinks one, you know....  nothing too extreme, but nice
colour photos.  The front page is the star of the book standing on a rock,
photographed naked from below, so you can se his balls and cock so clearly,
silhouetted against the blue sky.'

   "Jeez!  Where did you get that, he asked.

   "Found it in the toilets in Red Lion Square.  Someone must have been
using it to wank and forgot it.  It's the first wank-mag I got hold of and
one of my favourites."

   'I turned the pages, the photo story about those two twinks, and I could
see Stephen's cock was stiff now, tenting his tight underpants....  dead
sexy I tell you!  As we both know doesn't mean he's gay necessarily, just a
randy teenager.'

   'Like you were at his age, Rupert.  I had no problem seducing you!'

   'And all these years I thought it was me seducing you, Father!'

   'I let it fall open at the centre-spread which shows the two twinks
kissing and holding cocks.'

   "I've got to wank", I said, and pulled my boxers down and off.  I could
see Stephen's penis real stiff and pushing at his cotton pants.  A damp
spot: he was really turned on....  by me or the book, or both.  "You too,
come on show me!"
'He blushed!  Would you believe it, Father, he actually blushed: a
really innocent boy!  But he pulled his pants off and I could see him

naked, and he was everything I hoped.'

   'And I hoped too, by the sound of it!  What next?'

   'I reached down and held his cock, and put his hand on mine.  But this
was too good an opening to waste, so I turned the book to the back page
where the two guys are sucking each other off in a sixty-nine.  I turned
round on the sleeping bag and took his knob into my mouth.  It made a
change having a boy's cock in my mouth and not a man's.....  sexy though.
No sound from him, but his hips moved and the whole slender shaft slid
between my lips.  I managed to curl round a bit so my cock actually touched
his face, and then I felt him kiss my knob, and then the warmth of his
mouth around it.  I had him!  No going back for him now, especially as he
came just seconds later.  Must have found the feel of my cock in his mouth
real sexy to cum that quick.  I reckon he'll be gagging for it when you
have him, and you'll be pleased to hear he shoots a good, heavy load of
very creamy cum.  lovely!

   'He was too quick for me so I was still stiff.  But I thought that was
probably enough for him first time, and I didn't want to scare him off:
plenty of time to ease him into full sex.'

   'You've seen how I do it with a new one, Rupert.  softlee softlee
catchee monkey!'

   'Yeah!  You've taught me how to get boys....  and girls too.  Though
given the choice I'd rather a man took me....  or a mature woman.'

   'Anyway, I left it at that for a bit, and we went outside in our
underpants and made some coffee over the spirit stove.  And then had some
cans of cider until it was dusk and getting a bit chilly.

   'It was dead cosy in the sleeping bag, and I made him sleep naked like
me.  There wasn't really room, so we had to have arms around each other
like lovers.  We were both hard, but all I did was to kiss him and wank him
off while he wanked me: it was nice to feel his firm little body and silky
skin....  I wiped up the spunk with a towel, swiched off the lantern and we
went to sleep "spoons" with his butt up against my crotch.'

   'And in the morning?'

   'I had him properly, Father.  He's ready for you now!'

   'Tell me!'

   'He woke first, and when I woke I found he was turned round facing me
and was feeling my cock: I had an early morning boner, and when I had a
feel I found he had too.'

   "This time I want to suck you off too, Rupert," he said.  "I should have
last night.  It's only fair!  And in any case, I've been laying here
thinking about it."

   'I kissed him, and this time it was a proper kiss, mouths open and
tongues in each other's mouth, hands everywhere.  He's got a lovely
silky-smooth skin and firm body, not muscled, just right for you, Father. I
unzipped the sleeping bag, though there was still a morning chill in the
air.'

   "You on top of me, Stephen."

   'He was real keen.  I took his cock in my mouth and sucked, mostly using
my tongue up and down the front of it and round the base of the glans where
we are all most sensitive.  But he was bobbing up and down and really
sucking and fucking my mouth like someone who'd been doing it for years. 
He's good, Father, and you're in for a treat soon!

   'I came first, and he swallowed it all.  I was pretty excited and
squirted at least three times.  Probably more.  He got every drop and was
still sucking when he came in my mouth.  Did I tell you he's a heavy cummer
for a twelve-year-old?  I Did!  But it showed he enjoyed eating my load,
and when we unwound and kissed again it was still very passionate.  God!  I
love tasting spunk in a guy's mouth when we kiss.

   'We put our underpants on in case my 'rents came into the garden, and
went into the bushes to piss: I held his cock while he pissed, and he held
mine.  i know you're not into that, Father, but it was fun!

   'Then we cooked some bacon and eggs and coffee, got dressed and he went
off home,,,, had things to do.'

   'I thought you'd fucked him!'

   'Patience, Father: I'll get round to it.  I fucked him that evening....
and more!

   'Come to bed, Rupert, and I'll suck you while you tell me the rest.'



   When I was moved here twenty or so years ago I was already a confirmed
pedo, though at first until I had my own parish I had less opportunities to
seduce the boys and girls I wanted so desperately to fuck.  It was
especially difficult to be surrounded by the parishioners' pretty children
at catechism classes with my Priest and not be able to do more than look
and lust.  But the time came when I was given the Parish as my own and the
parishioners mine.  I've been here ever since: it suits me to have a small,
quiet parish, and in the leafy suburbs these middle-class kids are usually
fit, pretty and available.

   I soon found from the confessional that incest was endemic in the parish
which made my task easier.  Now, twenty years on I am still here and some
of the fathers and mothers of their little cherubs have happy memories of
their own catechism classes, of stolen hours naked with their priest: most
of these my first teen and pre-teen lovers themselves love their children
in the fullest possible way, and are content to share them with kind,
gentle Father O'Mara!

   I immediately saw the lay-out of the the church and my priest-house
would be ideally suited to my purposes.  I had the vestry fitted out for my
catechism classes, but also with a large arm-chair, big enough for me and a
little boy or girl to sit in it together, The door led immediately from the
church, and another into my living quarters.  The room next to the vestry
had been my predecessor's study, lined with book-cases and a huge desk.  I
had all those moved upstairs, and turned it into my bedroom, with a
king-sized double bed, an antique that had been specially "stretched".  It
was iron with brass bed-knobs and has on occasions been used for kinky sex,
though mostly with adult parishioners rather than their children.  With
those little cherubs their cocklets, hairless pussies and delightful
bottoms are enough for me: sometimes their mummies and daddies have seen
the bed and wanted me to tie them to it....

   The room would be rather heavy for some tastes, with deep-pile carpet
and red velvet curtains at the long windows: with the brass bed-spread and
the heavy mahoganny furniture there is something of the Victorian about it,
and it has nothing of the spartan plain-ness my predecessor had favoured.
Children who see it love it, and we have some high old times on that bed as
well as over the low leather bench that completes the sex-furnishings.



   Rupert led the way and was laying naked on the bed even before I had
finished getting my robes off.  I lay beside him, my head in his crotch,
feeling the now familiar conours of his body.  His cock was stiff and as I
slipped it between my lips he told me about the seduction of my new altar
boy.

   'I said I'd got another magazine and asked him if he wanted to look at
it with me: he did and we decided to get naked immediately this time.  The
randy little sod was already stiff, and so was I as soon as I saw his
lovely cock again.  So we sat close together propped against my rucksack
and stuff turning the pages.  It was the one with the two guys kissing on
the cover.'

   'I remember it.'

   'Don't stop, Father!  That's good.  Anyway we got to the centre spread
where the bigger guy slides his cock into the younger one's arse.'

   "Fuckin ell!  That's gotta hurt.  I mean it's huge."

   "It doesn't hurt him: look at the boy's face.  He's loving it!"

   "Must be an act for the camera."

   "No, he loves it.  Look his cock is hard too so he must like it.  Anyway
it doesn't hurt.  I know."

   "How?"

   " Don't tell anyone!  I get myself fucked a lot, and I love it.  Can't
get enough!"

   "You're just saying that!"

   "OK!  You fuck me and you'll see whether I like it.  I will!"

   He had me kneeling down and gave me a real hard fuck, though a short one
as he came in about a couple of minutes.

   "You're still hard!"

   "So are you, Stephen, and you've cum.  Was it good?"

   "Fantastic!  And it really didn't hurt you?"

   "I loved it.  If you had taken a bit longer I'd have cum.  There's a
place up there, we've all got it, that is just as sensitive as your cock,
only in a bit different way.  I sometimes cum just by that being banged by
a cock without even touching mine.  I'll show you where yours is.  Turn
over!"

   'He's got a cute little bum, Father: you'll love it!  No hair yet, not
even a fuzz and his arsehole a little pink flower and his crease so tender
and white.  Lovely!  He flinched as I kissed his anus but it was just
surprise as he pushed backwards when I penetrated with my tongue.  I rimmed
him for several minutes, stroking his bottom all the time.  When he seemed
completely relaxed I tipped some baby oil into the crease, spread it over
his anus, and penetrated with two fingers.

   'There was a proper flinch this time and he certainly let me know it
hurt....'

   "No gain without a bit of pain", I told him.  "And it will soon pass....
you'll see."

   'I was stroking his bum all this time, and remembering my first, how you
prepared me for it.  So I gently finger fucked him, and made sure I pressed
his prostate each time: He's tight, of course, and grips nicely, a vigorous
boy!.  It worked, of course, and soon he was telling me how good it was,
and not to stop, and that he could cum like this.  I had turned round so
our faces were close, and I kissed him to keep him quiet mostly.

   'I told him if fingers were good, you wait till you feel my cock up
there.  I took his silence as consent, and turned him over on his back,
still with his arse gripping my fingers.  I had decided to fuck him laying
on his back so I could shut his mouth with a kiss if he started to
scream.....  though I didn't think he would after my careful preparation.
But you never know, and my parents were home already.

   'A lot more oil on his pussy and some on my cock, and I bent his legs
upwards so his arsehole was easy for me.  A second later my fingers out of
his hole, and my knob pressed against it.  My rimming and fingering had
sensitised it and he told me he like the feeling of cock pressing against
anus: my cue to push and feel the muscles close around my knob.  I was in!
He gave a little squeal, which I shut up by kissing him hard as I pushed,
my cock sliding easily in till my pubes touched his, and my cock was
completely buried in him.
'I gave him a second or two to recover, and he asked me, some amazement
in his voice, if I was completely up him.  I just laughed, and as I felt

the really strong grip of his anal sphincter ease off started to fuck him.'

   "Tell me if I'm not rubbing your p-spot, like I was with my fingers..."

   "It's great!  Don't stop!  I think I'm going to cum....."

   'Which was great for me too, as I don't get many virgin boys and was
hyper-excited, worried I might cum too quick.  But it was OK as his arms
tightened round me and with a series of ooohs!  and aaahs!  the boy came,
cum splashing right up his chest and laying in white streamers on his
golden tan, and then I did too....a big one as you can imagine!

   'We've done it a dozen or so times in the last few days and he keeps on
asking for more.  I've told him our great secret, that you fuck me and how
good you are at it, and he's eager to try.  He's ready for you, Father.'

   'You're a good lad, Rupert!'

   'As my reward, and because I'll be leaving now Stephen's trained as
altar-boy and toy, can I fuck you please, father.  All these years I never
have.'

   'I'd like that too, Rupert!'





   He took me kneeling down, doggy-fashion.

   I'm not often fucked nowadays but when I am it always reminds me of my
youth.  Yes, I was an altar-boy myself and I had my own "Father O'Mara" To
teach me the delights of anal and oral sex.  As Rupert's cock slid up into
my bottom I was that nervous little boy again, slender even for my eleven
years, excited at this introduction to the mysterious world of adult males,
slightly guilty at what I knew was a "sin" for both of us, nervous that it
would hurt (it did but only for a minute or two before pain was drowned out
by pleasure), but finally overwhelmed as the pressure on my prostate gave
me my first "shared" orgasm, the first time I came at the same time as a
partner.  That was the moment I decided I, too, would be a priest when I
grew up, my moment on the road to Damascus!

   I could feel Rupert's cock thrusting into me, his athletic thighs
slapping my arse, his hand under me wanking me in rhythm with his fucking.
It was good.  I decided I must do this more often, though I suspected I
needed a near-adult-sized cock to give me this pleasure, and my little boys
were better fucked than fucking!  Perhaps a few threesomes with parishioner
couples?  Perhaps a few more of Father Benedict's parties......

   With this thought I came, spurting cum onto the bed-sheet and over
Rupert's hand.  Probably this triggered him as with a sort of groan he
came, half a dozen sharp thrusts filling my arse with his cum....  he had
recently started to shoot really big loads!



   The next Sunday morning was the first mass where my new altar-boy served
alone.

   He was good!  No hitches at all, but I found it difficult myself to
concentrate on the ritual.  He was so beautiful in his long white robe, the
cotton so fine you could sometimes see the shape of his limbs under it as
he moved, and, yes, that cute little arse so tempting to an old pedo.  He
was so graceful, gliding as he moved, so young and so vital.  full of life
and sexual promise.  I could see he was enjoying his role in the service,
his full, sensual lips fixed in a solemn pose, but his blue eyes dancing
with pleasure.  I wondered if he was looking forward to our later
pleasures....  it certainly looked as if he was.  I was hard most of the
time, and my mind was full of imaginings of his body, naked, of running my
fingers through that mop of fine, blonde hair, and it was a good thing I
knew the service so well as I was on auto-pilot.

   It was hot inside my robes: I was wearing my winter vestments as I knew
the boy would make me stiff this first day and the heavy black cloth would
hide my erection better than my summer weeds.  Sometimes as Stephen glided
across the altar there was a hint of a cock making a tent in his white
dress, but only obvious to a man who knew what to look for, I hoped.

   An annoying ten minutes at the door of the church, shaking hands, oily
small-talk, and Stephen's parents' pride in their son.  What would they
have thought if they knew what I had planned for him in a few minutes'
time? I knew from the confessional of both of them that there was no hint
of incest in that family, nor even of conventional adultery.  Pity as the
boy took after both of them in his blonde beauty.

   And then it was back to the vestry with the boy, locking the church door
behind us....

   As we walked up the aisle the boy slipped his hand into mine, and as I
smiled down at him my eyes met his, so clear and seemingly innocent, I felt
that tightness in the chest, the sound of a pulse in my temples, above all
the stiffening cock so often the prelude to sex with a new conquest,
whether boy or girl.  He must have seen it in my eyes because the grip on
my hand tightened, and the happy grin broadened.  The tent in his virginal
white surplice was especially pronounced now.  He knew that we were going
to make love, he knew that I knew he knew, and he was looking forward to
it.

   As we passed in front of the altar, both too preoccupied to remember to
genuflect and perhaps it would have been doubly blasphemous for us to make
the customary gesture of submission when both of us were looking forward to
what the Church considers a sin....  though whether god, if such exists,
could really be bothered with where humans put their cocks has always
seemed to me to be unlikely.  If there is such a being, which to be honest
I have always found improbable, the sexual antics of his creation would
hardly interest him, surely?  He (or she?) would have bigger fish to fry!

   At the door of the vestry I lifted the boy....  no weight really...  and
cradled him in my arms, his slender limbs and bottom in my hands, his arms
around my neck.  The look of expectation in his blue eyes was replaced by a
dreamy pleasure as our lips, mouth and then tongues met.

   I pushed the door open with my foot and walked with him in my arms to my
arm-chair, sitting down with him in my lap.

   He must have been able to feel the lumpiness of my cock as he sat there
and we embraced.

   I slipped a hand up and under the hem of his surplice, running my
fingers up his shin and then the inside of his thigh, so smooth and
surprisingly cool under my palm.  He was naked!  Watching him during the
Mass I had imagined tight little-boy y-front pants hugging his
bubble-bottom and pretty cocklet: had I knwn he was naked beneath that fine
cotton I could have blown my load.  I caressed that bottom as we kissed
managing to get the side of my hand right into the crease, and promising
myself my tongue would not be far behind!  Then my searching fingers found
his ball-sack, crinkly, tight-skinned and hairless, two small-seeming
balls, and then up to find his hard cocklet....  I was surprised more at
its length than its girth.  He was quite well-endowed for a
twelve-year-old. I had known a few boys larger at that age, but many more
smaller.

   And he was very willing: as I fondled his pubes his tongue entered my
mouth in clear invitation.

   "Rupert taught you well!  I mean the order of the service."

   "And not only that, Father."

   The giggle was high pitched.  Sometimes his voice was childish-treble,
sometimes a gravelly adult.  On the cusp of adolescence.  Delightful!

   "So he's taught you some of the games we played together when he was my
altar-boy?"

   "All of them I should think, Father.  I've promised not to tell anyone.
And he's tried all of them with me too...."

   "You like it?"

   "Of course!"

   "Well let's get naked and play....I've a nice big bed through there. 
It's great to feel you naked, a lovely surprise, and now I want to see you
too."

   'I's hot in the church, always is, and anyway I hoped....'

   'Hoped I would grope you a bit....  well I'm naked under my robes too.
So you can enjoy that as well....'



   I carried the boy to the door and pushed it open with my foot.  He was
no weight, arms around my neck and legs around my waist as we walked, and I
had a hand under one firm buttock.  I laid him on the bed and quickly
stripped off my robes.

   Stephen giggled, not the response I expected when he saw my rampant
penis!

   'What's funny?'

   'Looks funny!  You naked except for black socks and shiny shoes."

   "I'd better get them off, then!  There, is that better?"

   'The boy's gaze was fixed on my cock.'

   "Youve got a big one, father, bigger than Rupert's"

   'I lay beside him on the bed, again my lips on his, and again my hand up
and under the hem of his surplice.  But only for a moment as I gave myself
a bit of space so I could see and slowly pulled the white cotton up: it
bunched, but he moved his legs and it cleared his knees.  His thighs were
tanned and still slender, not skinny but not yet obviously muscled: I
thought "Greek Sculpture".  Those ancient Greeks understood the beauty of
boys but as he lifted his bum and the robe slid further up his pubes were
nothing like those under-stated classical statues.

   "My turn to smile: take your trainers and socks off, Stephen."

   His body bent as he lay on his side and undid the laces, giving me a
lovely view of his smooth hips and the profile of his bum, rounded and
jutting, and as Rupert had described so white and smooth in contrast to the
golden glow of his suntanned back and thighs.

   Now he lay naked for me to feast my eyes on.  I focussed of course on
his pubes, that little triangle of fine, golden curls, the slender straight
cock, white and veinless with its pink knob just peeping shyly from white
foreskin.  I leaned close and kissed his tight, white ball-sack feeling the
shape of his still-small balls with the tip of my tongue.  I felt his hands
holding my head as I slipped my lips over his knb and allowed the shaft to
slide into my mouth until my nose touched that fine fleece.

   His hips moved, my free hand cupping his bottom as he shagged my mouth.

   I love boy-juice as regular visitors to my bog know, love the feel of
its sudden gush into my mouth, silky and warm, love it with a joy perhaps
as much psychological as physical, but this first time I wanted the boy to
cum with my cock embedded in his bottom.

   So I ignored his little protest as I pulled my cock from his mouth.

   "How do you like it most when you're fucked, Stephen?"

   The protests ceased, and eager expression on his face.

   "Oh!  On my back please, Father."

   "On your back it is, then, Stephen!"

   He raised his hips as I slipped a pillow under his bum and opened his
legs wide, lifting them and bending them at the knee so his little-boy
secret rose came into view, pinky-red against the pure white of his crease
and inner thighs, and above all available....

   I would rim him, lick and kiss him there while I massaged his prostate
but that was for another day.  Just now he would get what we both wanted, a
good, hard fucking.

   His little cock was hard, close to his belly in this position, as I
sprayed some lubricant on his anus and placed my knob there, with a light
pressure.

   "That feels good!"

   "Then this will soon feel better, my little blonde angel!"

   It looks so amazing as the knob penetrates that tight-closed
boy-sphincter, always astounding that a hole so tight can accept the broad,
adult cock.  My heart always beats stronger, my pulse quicker at the moment
of penetration and especially the first time with a new conquest.  Thanks
to Rupert this was no virgin so I did not have screams or sobs to contend
with, just an eager little fellow.....

   I watched my cock press hard at the closed door,and then quite suddenly
pop in, feeling the warm grasp of his bottom as my shaft slid slowly into
him till my body touched his and I was fully inside.

   No tears, no protests, just a whispered sigh "Oh yes!" and a glittering,
excited look in his clear blue eyes as I started to shag him.

   He did not wank his cock, but was combing my chest-hair with both hands,
sometimes fondling my nipples.  I had to use a lot of self-control not to
cum prematurely.

   Our first fuck was not a long one.  Hard and fast, but short and sweet.
I soon felt his hips and bottom moving under me as he was making fucking
movements, his hands now holding my pecs, mine stroking and tweaking his
hard little nipples.

   He came first, a streamer of boy-juice streaking up over his chest,
white against gold, a second less powerful over his belly.

   Another time I would turn the boy over without removing my cock, and
continue fucking him from nbehind, but this first time I allowed myself to
cum, a good big orgasm as you may well imagine!

   We rolled over on our sides, and after a moment of two in silence his
arse expelled my cock: no mess....  Rupert had taught the boy to douche!

   "You got a ciggy, Father?"

   "Sure!"

   I threw the boy a face-cloth to wipe up his cum, and brought an ashtray,
lighter and cigarettes over to the bed.