“Fr. Joe” (part 2)

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“Fr. Joe” (part 2)One Friday evening found me once again in Fr. Joe’s rectory study. As usual,the cd player was on, and the haunting, erotic sounds of Gregorian chantsfilled the wood-panelled office. Fr. Joe and I stood face to face, ourtrousers unzipped, and our hard cocks inside each other’s open fly. Fr. Joe’sstubby, steel-hard shaft was stuck into the fly of sweaty striped boxers,drooling lube into my thick pubic bush. My huge nine incher was too huge tofit through the tight fly of Fr. Joe’s briefs, so it was rubbing against thesweaty crotch, my sticky lube drooling all over the front of his whitejockeys. Our tongues slithered together in a hot, manly erotic dance as weembraced tightly, humping each other, our hands all over one another. Myhands squeezed Fr. Joe’s small ass through the seat of his black clericaltrousers, and his small hands were digging into my round little butt throughthe seat of my pinstripe suit pants.Shockwaves of pleasure jolted my bulging balls as Fr. Joe’s hardshaft ground against mine, my pubes now sticky with all his drooling lube.The front of Fr. Joe’s briefs was slimy with all my hot, sticky lube. Wegrabbed each other’s manly asses, we grunted and moaned, gyrating our hips aswe humped, the Gregorian chants getting us hot as hell. I could sense thatFr. Joe was about to blow his nuts, so I increased my humping, wanting toshoot my load at the same time. Grunting and heaving, our tongues in eachothers’ mouths, our overloaded balls blew at the same time. Geyers of hotCatholic cum splattered my pubic jungle, illegal bahis siteleri soaking my sweaty boxer shorts as Ismacked Fr. Joe’s little ass. My huge dong began spewing geysers of thickcorporate jizz, soaking the crotch of Fr. Joe’s briefs as well as hisshirtfront, his small hands roughly squeezing my round ass in my suit pants.Reluctantly, we break our kisses, and Fr. Joe dropsto his knees, opens up my pants, and licks up his hot load from my soakedboxers. My fingers run through his thinning grey hair as his hot tongue worksover the crotch of my spooge-soaked shorts.Then, it’s my turn. I drop to my knees and slurp my hot load that hasthoroughly soaked the crotch of Fr. Joe’s briefs. He moans as my hot tonguegreedily laps up my hot load from his slimy briefs. The smell of cologne,incense, and sweat starts to make my big cock twitchanew……………………………………………………………………….As we adjust our pants, Fr. Joe takes the portable cd player and thenwe head downstairs to the old chapel, which has been out of use for manyyears. Stripped of statues, the old chapel is still basically intact. I sitin an old creaking pew as Fr. Joe lights a number of candles. A few of theold overhead lights are on, but many bulbs are burned out, so the light issomewhat dim. Fr. Joe positions a footstool by the old altar. As my cockpounds again in my pants, Fr. Joe slips off his black trousers right over hisold-fashioned sock garters, socks, and shoes. He likewise doffs his jockeybriefs. Now youwin giriş he steps up onto the footstool, and gets up on the old altar,lying face down, his bare, smooth little ass naked and vunerable.I turn on the cdplayer, and the Gergorian chants echo eerily off the old chapel walls. I takeoff my suit jacket and roll back my sleeves. On the nearby wall hangs a plainmetal cross. I take it from its wall-hook, and go up to the altar. I ask Fr.Joe if he is prepared to do penance for his sins. He agrees. I begin paddlinghis ass with the metal cross, Fr. Joe’s pale little buns quivering in theflickering candelight. Again and again, I strike the bespectacled littlepriest’s quivering ass with the cross, and soon those pale globes of fleshare an angry crimson, glowing dully in the candlelight. He groans and cries,and he squirms on top of the old altar, humping his hard-again cock againstthe smooth, cool marble.By this time, Fr. Joe’s buns are red, sore, and blistered,and my huge cock is ready to rip right out of my pants. I stop my assault onthe little priest’s flaming rear, and place the cross back on its hook. Ithen take a small cruet of water and pour the cool liquid all over Fr. Joe’ssizzling ass, muttering in Latin. Then I spank Fr. Joe’s red, slick ass withmy bare hand, and he yelps loudly as my strong, authoritive hand angrilyspank the hell out of his sore, beet-red ass. He humps his hard priestly pudangrily against the altar top, knowing his spanking is well-deserved.Then I order Fr. Joe to get up off the canlı bahis altar and get onall fours in the central aisle. When he obeys, I shuck off my suit pants andundershorts over my socks, garters, and wing-tips, and get on my knees behindmy priestly pal and lover. I start to shove my huge cock between his red,blistered buns, and Fr. Joe groans loudly as my thick corporate cock plungesdeeper and deeper into his tight, sweaty ass. Iknow this can’t be a long fuck, because spanking Fr. Joe has got my ballsreally churning, and I know it won’t be long until I shoot a thick, hotvolley of white-collar cum up Fr. Joe’s little butt.Fr. Joe chantsin Latin as my hairy balls smack up against his smooth, blistered littlebuns. My one hand reaches underneath to yank his stubby, rock-hard dong, andmy other grabs onto his small shoulder, as I pump his little rump like crazy.The smell of the incense, the smell of the flickering candles, the smell ofman-sweat, and the Gregorian chants prove to much for me. Pumping his littlered rear angrily, I groan long and loud, as my boiling balls explode, and myfat cock spews gob after gob of hot, thick sperm between Fr. Joe’swell-disciplined buns. My pumping fist has done its job well, and I feel thathard priestly pud throb and pulsate in my hand, spewing hot jizz all over myhand and the worn red rug beneath us.Finally, Fr. Joe simply collapses onto the worn rug, and I collapse on top ofhim, my hard cock growing soft in Fr. Joe’s cum-filled butt. We lay there fora while, bonded together with sweat and drying cum, hugging each other,deep-kissing, the deep loving bond between us wrapping around us like acloak. As we lay spent and exhausted, Fr. Joe reminds me of a meeting we haveover the weekend…………….THE END Hope you guys enjoyed! Part3 will be fothcoming!

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