FATHER DANIEL TAKES MY CHERRY

Feature Writer: Cleanshaven
Feature Title: Father Daniel Takes My Cherry
Story Codes: Religious, MF
Copyright: Copyright© 2012 by Cleanshaven
Link: xenon_god@hotmail.com

Father Daniel Takes My Cherry

I have written about my sexual exploits with Father Michael in my story, “Father Michael and Me,” but I had never elaborated about how I started having sex with Father Daniel.

I mentioned previously about how the priests had taken me “under their wing,” giving me clothes and gifts in exchange for sexual favors. That was fine with me because I loved the closeness and camaraderie I had with the priests, plus I loved the sex! At first we confined ourselves to oral sex only, where the priests would sit in a circle with their pants around their ankles as I circulated among them and sucked each one off one at a time.

And then usually one of them would put me on the couch and suck my dick while the other priests looked on. This often encouraged them to fondle each other and eventually suck each other off. I always enjoyed watching a priest with his face contorted in sexual agony as another priest knelt between his widespread legs and nursed his turgid cock.

Up to this point, none of them knew that I had taken Father Michael up my ass. I thought it would be better if I remained discreet because I didn’t want to betray his confidence. But that all changed one afternoon when Father Daniel walked into the rectory restroom and watched me pee while the others chatted in the lounge. I wasn’t embarrassed about him looking at my dick because all the priests had seen me naked before.

However, this day, he grasped my pants and underwear by the waistband and pulled them down to my ankles. Then I leaned on his shoulder as I stepped out of my pants. He unbuttoned and removed my shirt and then removed my shoes and socks. Then he dropped to his knees behind me, bent me over, and tongued my ass thoroughly as he reached around and pulled my stiffening dick. His tongue felt deliciously like a little snake slithering up my bowels; a feeling I truly enjoyed.

Before I could cum, he stood up and led me into the lounge using my dick as a handle. The priests sitting around murmured their approval when we entered the room and Father Daniel motioned for me to kneel in front of the couch as he began to undress. I knew what was going to happen and I wasn’t at all opposed! In fact, I spread my ass cheeks to give him complete access.

Daniel was not well-built like Michael; quite the opposite. He was about 5′-8″ tall and had a generous belly that made him look like Santa Clause. And he wasn’t hung like Michael, either; he had no more than a six-inch cock.

Once he was naked, Father Daniel knelt behind me and used his stiff cock to probe my rosebud. I encouraged him to proceed and his cock slid easily into my ass, much to the approval of the priests watching. I looked over to Father Michael, who was grinning hugely as he stroked his massive 8″ cock. He knew that I enjoyed getting fucked and he probably wished that he was doing the fucking instead of Daniel.

As Father Daniel got closer to cumming, the sound of his belly slapping against my ass filled the room. I moaned like a little slut to encourage him even more and within seconds, I was rewarded with the feeling of warm cum surging up into my poop-chute.

He grabbed me around the waist as he slammed his straining cock into my ass and I reached around to pull him into me. I could hear the priests around us, some of whom were cumming all over themselves, inspired by the spectacle.

One priest even stood up and pointed his erupting cock at my face. I opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue to encourage him to cum in my mouth, which he did.

After Father Daniel finished cumming, he collapsed on my back, absolutely spent. I could hear the sound of his shallow, ragged breathing as he caressed my belly and thighs. Then he skimmed up my thighs until he found my still-hard penis. Massaging the shaft with his fingers, he stimulated me until I came on the floor.

That was the first time that Father Daniel took my cherry. It was the first time, but it wouldn’t be the last!

THE END