Cock and Ass at the Service of God

Marcel lives in Kirkland Lake, a small mining town in northern Ontario, Canada. His family is French-Canadian and catholic. He is fascinated by men in uniforms. It goes back to grade 8 when each pupil was asked to invite a family member to illustrate various jobs. Two daddies showed up in a uniform: one was a Royal Canadian Mounted Police, the other was a captain in the army. They looked so virile and that impressed Marcel. He wished his father had been a policeman or a fireman instead of a heavy equipment operator at the local gold mine. When Marcel reached high school, he had the opportunity to join the Army Cadets. “Wow, I’ll get to see men in uniforms!” But he mainly spent time training in the bush, learning how to make a fire, find water and build makeshift shelters. Boring stuff.

The teacher in charge of the cadet group knew that Marcel was a fervent Catholic student and he told him that the army recruited chaplains, men with a graduate-level training in a religious tradition or faith, plus seminary education for Catholic chaplains. Before entering the seminary, Marcel had to get a bachelor’s degree, i.e.: four years of university courses. He registered at University of Toronto and got a summer job at the Canadian Forces Base in Borden. The opportunity to see men in uniform proved ideal. Because of his good looks and because the lieutenant in charge of the officers’ mess liked young men, Marcel was assigned as head waiter at the higher-ranking table.

Marcel is now a 19-year-old student. Whenever he serves the lieutenant, the late teenager feels a hand caressing his butt and that makes him feel important. “My boots need a polishing and I want your spit to shine them, says the lieutenant, or maybe some other kind of teenager juice…” The university student doesn’t have a clue about “teenager juice”, but he wants desperately to please the lieutenant as long as he can see him with two rows of medals over his heart. Early in the evening, Marcel knocks on the door and is greeted by Lieutenant George Watson in his ceremonial dress.  

“I wanted to welcome the cutest student as best as I could. In my room, I want you to call me George. And I want to kiss you.” No sooner said than done. And when George caresses his ass, Marcel feels a bulge in his crotch. George is wearing the boots that need a shine. He orders his preferred summer student to remove and sniff them.

“Holy shit! This is so intoxicating. I’m getting a full hard-on”, blushes Marcel.

“That’s the idea, young man. When I said teenager juice, I meant your sperm on my boots. Let me suck your cock, let me pump that creamy jizz.”

Marcel has never thought that this was possible. He has masturbated himself and confessed his mortal sin since puberty. With George’s tongue on his iron dick, all religious prohibitions fly away, especially when he also gets to suck a cock, one of a man in a uniform! Marcel is surprised to suddenly taste a tongue in his mouth, and he loves French kissing. When George goes back to sucking his cock, the student’s sap starts boiling. “I’m getting close to ejaculation. I warn you, George. I tend to erupt heavily, to spurt ropes of white gold.” On that note, the lieutenant places his boots under Marcel’s bursting dick. They get completely creamed. “Now you lick my boots clean, young man! I will reward you with a deep face-fuck.”

That Summer, Marcel and George met every week. The student had no idea that gay sex could be so much fun, so diversified also. Every visit to the lieutenant’s room became a discovery of new man-to-man pleasures. Marcel reveled in sniffing sweaty hairy armpits. He adored biting and suckling George’s sensitive nipples. He learned how to lick, kiss and eat a yummy shit hole. He cried when a rigid army dick penetrated his peachy virgin ass, but begged for more hard and deep fucking.

After earning his bachelor’s degree in counseling, Marcel studied theology for two years and did 72 hours of graduate work before being ordained by a bishop. This ecclesiastical endorsement by the Catholic Church was done without anyone knowing that the new priest was a gay pervert. Throughout this period, Marcel kept seeing lieutenant George Watson, at least until the high ranking military fuck buddy was transferred to an army base in Atlantic Canada.

Before parting, George introduced Marcel to a 50-year-old captain who likes to get fisted almost on a weekly basis. The newly ordained priest learned how his hand in a man’s ass was a question of trust overcoming vulnerability. “It’s so fucking hot to see and feel how two men can connect through anal intercourse pushed to its highest level. I thank God that He created us in a way that we can communicate in the most fucking awesome way!” To vary the sexual scenario, this captain sometimes agrees to be fucked by two cocks at the same time. Marcel’s partner is then a young soldier with an extremely thick dick: 6-inch girth (15 cm). Felching enables him to taste the double load of cum pouring out of the captain’s fully satiated arse. The three men do not fail to kiss each other greedily in order to share the generous harvest. Marcel calls it “gay eucharist”, the most fuckin holy communion on earth.

When you become a chaplain, you serve men where your superiors order you to spread the Good Word by all possible means, including in tangible or penetrating ways. The Reverend Marcel likes to say that he puts his hands, his cock, his mouth and his ass at the service of all men, regardless of their level in the military hierarchy. His first assignment is a secondment from the Canadian Armed Forces to the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP). He is named chaplain at the RCMP Academy in Regina, Saskatchewan (one of the Western provinces). Since Marcel has a fetish for uniforms, this appointment is more than welcome. Cadets and RCMP officers wear the most virile uniforms in Canada, especially when riding horses. Marcel likes to say that the RCMP knee-high leather boots can get a eunuch horny! He can’t wait to sniff, lick, cream and shine an officer’s boots.

Sergeant major Henry Williams is in charge of the horse-back training, and he is known for “porn fun in the hay stack”. After having spent the day riding, training and feeding horses, he loves to have the chaplain sniff his sweaty boots. Marcel offers more than a virile sniff. He kisses Henry passionately, rips off his shirt to devour his pecs and armpits. When he feels that the sergeant’s cock is hardening, he immediately gets down on his knees to suck it greedily. The smell of horse sweat and manure intoxicates the two men and drives them to roll in the hay, to eat each other’s ass. Marcel loves to bury his nose in the smelly crack of this hairy sergeant, to kiss, slap and bite his firm buttocks before tongue-twisting his way inside the most holy love canal.

Henry moans with pleasure and begs Marcel to fuck him. “I want your divine rod deep inside me. Plough my buttocks like a horse penetrates a mare in heat. I want to feel your dick tickle my inner sanctuary. I want you to fill my shit hole with your blessed seed.” Marcel is more than willing. He has now become a first-class fucker. He sings Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus Dominus Deus Sabaoth (Holy, Holy, Holy Lord God of Hosts). He modifies the lyrics of the second verse to say “This is Heaven on Earth. My cock and Henry’s ass are full of Your glory.” Marcel’s balls are bursting with white gold. As he pounders Henry, his sap boils and rises up his shaft to finally flood his mate’s divine trunk with holy junk. In doing so, he bends down to kiss Henry savagely.

Mission accomplished! The chaplain is the hottest missionary the RCMP has ever had.