The Priest

There was  a new ,handsome guy, with a great ass, at one of my local hangouts.  Unique dark copper colored  eyes, coal black hair, bearded, maybe five nine or so.  Slim build, hints of plenty of dark body hair.  I watched him for a bit, thinking about making a move on him.  Then my friend David beat me to him.  Oh well, snooze, lose.

Now David is a total fuck  'em and tell the world ,kind of guy.  He will go into excruciating detail about his sexual escapades.  The story he had to tell about this guy was a total corker though!

Apparently this guy was a Priest.   Not a problem, I've poled more than one Priest.  The problem, at least in my mind, was his  very odd  sex fetish scenario .  According to Dave, he wanted his ass spanked until he came.  Wait, that's not the strange part.  Apparently, there was no touching of his dick, beyond him sticking it between your naked thighs.  There was no touching of his asshole or any kind of penetration.  He wore a cloth hood over his head, so he could not see anything as his ass got paddled.   During the spanking he would lay naked across your legs , grasping a rosary, and prayed some litany, as his ass was beaten.  Once he came, he wanted his partner to masturbate , then cum on his ass, while he lay on the floor.

Okay, I try not to judge, and  certain aspects of the whole scene were exciting to me,    Problem?   I have my own fetish.  I love men's butts.  I love inserting toys, fingers, cock and even occasionally a hand inside a nice manhole. I certainly  have no desire to to spank a fine ass, and not get to at least stick a finger in the hole hidden in the valley.  So, in my mind, I wrote this guy off as a possible sex partner.

As it turned out, Father Paul hadn't written me off.

The next time I went out, David came up with Father Paul in tow.  Seems Father Paul had been after David to make introductions.  I was polite but distant.  Father Paul was persistant.  Seems David had been telling tales, about what a great Top, I was.  Exaggerated tales!  It didn't help, that I apparently looked a great deal like the Priest who started Father Paul down  his fetish path.  Sometimes I don't know how I came to deserve such a pal!

 Finally ,I bluntly told Father Paul, that David had shared his particular fetish with me, and that while I could go along with the majority of it, if my dick didn't end up inside his sweet ass, it was not going to happen with me.

Crestfallen, Father Paul tried to explain his reasonings.  I shrugged him off.  I didn't buy into the whole delusion, that if there is no penetration, there is no sin scenario.  I'm not even Catholic.  Not even a Christian, if I'm honest.  If he had problems with his Vows, that was his problem to overcome.  As far as I'm concerned if you cum, then you had sex, even if it's with your own hand.  Being spanked until you cum falls into that category too, at least as far as I am concerned.  Just my own beliefs here, not trying to put down someone else's creed of life.

I thought that would be the end of things.

NOT!

Instead of putting the Good? Father off, my stern  demeanor worked, to turn him on.  He spent the whole evening just staring at me.  I'd go for a piss and he would sidle up next to me.  He would linger in my general area like a moon caught in my orbit.  My freinds, thought it was a hoot!  Now. I do not like to be mean, but I was getting irratated.  It did not help that he was a very handsome man with a beautiful ass!  I was very tempted to give in, just to see, what David had described as hairy as an animal.

Finally, I'd had enough.  I bid my pals a "Good Night.", and headed out the door.  

Then I turned on my shadow, and stood there arms folded.

He stood there head down.   Then a soft pleading, " Please?"  

" No, Father... Paul." I emphasized his title, harshly.  Turned to storm off.

He plucked at my sleeve.  " If I let you fuck me?"

I spun back, surprised.  " What?    I thought if there was no penetration, you wern't breaking your vows!"  I laughed.  Father Paul hung his head.  " So now you are willing to let me stick my cock up your ass, just to get your rocks off?  He nodded.  " And if I say yes, are you going to change your mind, after you get your jollies?"

Mutely he shook his head.  Then, " I have been thinking all night about what you said earlier.  About how I was just deluding myself, thinking I wasn't breaking my vows just as surely, as if I'd had sex with a woman.  That having a man making me cum, was still sex."  He squared his shoulders.  " I know you are right!, I've always known in my heart, but I deluded myself."  He hung his head again.  " It was what a Preist used to tell me, when he used to spank me.  He said there was no sin, if there was no penetration.   I guess both he and I rationalized  the fact that what we doing wasn't really sex.   It was a just retribution for having sinful thoughts.  It got so I need to be spanked to even cum."

I shook my head in wonder.  This was one of the reasons I have no  time for Church.  Although, I was raised Evengelical, I saw the same sort of hypocrisy.  Maybe not exactly like the Priest, who got his hands on Father Paul, but my Church seemed to teach Hate and Self Loathing , as much as the Love of God.

I reached out and lifted his bearded chin, bringing his eyes to mine.  They tried to dart away, but I held his chin until they focused on me.  " Ground rules?"   " No kissing.  Just spanking and you fuck me!"   I shook my head.  " Not enough,"  I growled.   " I reserve the right to touch any part of your body I want to.  I reserve the right to put my fingers, my tongue and my cock in your ass, if I am so inclined, or no deal!"  

He looked at me wild eyed.  He dropped his head and shuddered.  I turned to go once more.  He reached out to grab my arm.  " Y-yes, Y'yes to all of it......I need to cum , I need this!"

I framed his face with my hands,and looked deep into those copper eyes.

" Okay, Paul.......we can do this.....but you have to carry through!"  He licked his lips, then nodded his chin bobbing in my hand.

I dropped my hand.  " You drive?"  He shook his head in denial.  " C'mon then."  I turned and headed for my truck.  After a moment's hesitation, he hurried to catch up to me.

We rode to my place in silence.  Me ,wondering, what the fuck I was doing with this guy.  No telling what he was thinking.

At my door, I turned to Father Paul.  " Last chance, Father, once through this door, I'll try to give you what you need........but then I take what I want from you!"  Father Paul sighed, then stiffened his shoulders in resolve.  He gave me a sharp nod of assent, and I ushered him through my door.

I tossed our jackets on a chair and sprawled on the futon.  Father Paul stood there uncertain, what he should do next. I smiled lazily.  

" I have been dying to see you naked, Father, so why don't you make me happy and strip down to your underwear."

He ducked his bearded face down again, but slowly began to undo his shirt.  Soon enough he was clad in nothing but a pair of thin red briefs.   He was covered in black hair.  I could see the outline of his cock, straining to be set free.  There was little barrier from the thin material.  I could tell he had a nice cut mushroom head and about a six inch , average girth piece.

 I smiled at him gently.  " Turn around Father, let me see that pretty butt, you've promised me."

His face flushed red, but he turned.  There was a scattering of hair across his shoulders, and a patch just above his round butt.  I sighed appreciatively.

" Turn around Father, and kneel for me."  I demanded quietly.  He turned, head down and knelt all in one continuous motion.  

I got up and walked around him.  I trailed my hand across his haired shoulders and neck.   He shivered at my touch.  Then I squatted in front of him, and taking that  black bearded chin in hand, made him look at me.

" What do you need from me Father?"  His eyes looked deep into mine, and he gave a tiny shudder.  " Please Rusty, will you spank me?"

I nodded, then.  " What do I need from you Father?"  It came out like a sigh.  " To be inside me."  I gave his beard a little tug.  " Stay there Father."  Then I left him kneeling on the braided rug, while I went and fetched a few things.

I stripped off my clothes until I was totally naked, then sprawled back on the futon.  Father Paul had kept his head down, but I knew he was watching me from under his lashes.  I motioned him to me, and he stood to come stand between my widespread legs.

He jerked back , when I reached out to fondle his boner through his briefs.  I sighed.   " No!"  I barked. Father Paul gasped.  I held out my hand, in a demanding gesture. Father Paul bit his lip, then moved his crotch until it was nestled in my hand.   " Good!"  I said softly.  As I started to massage his hard dick and fat round balls in his thin breifs,Father Paul reddened and closed his eyes.  " No."  I said softly.   " Watch!"  Father Paul sighed, opened his eyes and looked down to watch my hand rub his crotch.  A blush reddened his face and he was biting his lip.  Yet he kept his eyes glued on my hand.  When I saw a spot of wetness stain the front of the Good Father's red briefs, I pulled my hand away.

" Time for what you need Father."  I said softly.  Father Paul moved quickly to his jacket.  Pulled out a cloth hood and a rosary.  " Do you really need those Father?"  I sighed at his simple nod.  I motioned him forward.  He moved beside my hairy thighs.  Pulling on the hood, he fumbled his way across my legs, rosary clutched in his fist. He lay there trembling, waiting for my next move.

"I'm not going to spank you with your underwear on, Father!"  I saw his neck redden and then he was squirming on my lap, trying to get the underwear off, without getting up.  I stilled him with a firm hand on his back. when his hairy cheeks came into view.

Scars!   Father Paul's beautiful, hairy rump, had a network of scars hiding beneath the black hair.   Most were tiny white marks, where the skin must have been barely broken.  A few were long ugly red ones, where the cut had been deep.  My heart ached at the thought that this beautiful man had to endure such abuse, just to get off.   Obviously, some of his partners had used tools other than their bare hands.   I know I come off as gruff, but at heart I'm a gentle soul.  That's why I could never be a good Dom.  I'm more the Caring Daddy, who punishes lightly, then consoles.  I have never quite understood the need to be punished so severely.  Not saying it's wrong, just saying, not my thing.

All I wanted to do was cuddle the poor soul close, at that point, but that was not what he wanted.  So I steeled myself, pulled up the harder part of my soul and  eased the thin red briefs over his thighs and left them around his knees.  I could feel his hard cock spring free and, jab into my thigh, smearing wetness into the the thick leg hair.  I could hear him muttering a rosary as I carressed him from hairy shoulders to the little patch of hair just above his crack.

 I shifted his body until his round ass was where I wanted it.  Then I laid my hand on those hairy mounds.  Father Paul stiffened.  Idly I fingered  the hair on his pretty ass.  Father Paul began to tremble harder.  I ran a finger just inside his crack.  I felt a trickle of wet on my thigh.  Despite his previous protests over penetration, Father Paul was leaking in anticipation.

" Why should I spank you Father?  Have you done wrong?"  " Yes, I have sinned!"  he breathed.  " I don't like that answer Father,  Let's bring honestly into this. Isn't it more of the truth, that you want to cum?"   Silence for a moment or two.  " Y-yes, " he said quietly.  " Isn't it true that what you want is the feel of a man's hand on your body?"   " Yes," he said more strongly.  " Isn't it true, that you like the feel of a man's hairy thighs under your belly?"  He choked out another yes.   " Father Paul, are you a homosexual?"    His whole body trembled at that.  I kept quiet. idly stroking the soft black hair on his cheeks.  I wanted him to admit, that he could only get what he wanted from a man.  

Finally he sobbed,  " Yesss!  Yes!  I want to be with men!"

I leaned over sideways and whispered as close as I could to his hood covered ear.  "  Can you drop the rosary Father?  I believe there is no sin here, only your  need!"  I know I was pushing him, but I was hoping we could dispense with the whole praying thing.  I think sex is a natural beautiful thing and the rosary made it seem vile.  Guess there was still some Evangelical lurking in my mind.  I watched his shoulder and arm  tense then relax, several times. Then, I heard the sound of beads and metal hit the floor.  I sighed in relief.

Still leaning sideways I said softly.  " Take off the hood Father.  Bring your need into the light."  He shook his head within the hood.  I waited, idly stroking the hair on his ass.  When he whimpered, I paused.   No, I wouldn't push him further.  I would respect his need for the hood.  Perhaps he needed to hide from the face of God.

 Without warning, I smacked his  ass hard, open palm, leaving a pink print, overlaid by black hair.  Father Paul jolted, gasped and squirmed, across my lap.   I could feel another dribble on my leg, from the hard dick poking it.  I went back to stroking his pretty round butt.

" Would you like another Father?"  I asked.  His head nodded in the hood.  I slapped his ass again, leaving a print on either side of his hairy crack.  He arched his back a bit, and another gasp escaped from within the hood.  

I then began to alternately slap , then caress his shapely butt.  As I stroked his hairy ass, I delved a little deeper between those cheeks.

About the time his cheeks began to seriously redden, I was massaging his twitching little pucker.  As I began to slap less and massage more, Father Paul began to move under my hand, little thrusts of his hard dick, drooling cock against my leg.

" Father Paul?  Are you ready for me to slip a finger in?"   He trembled across my lap.  " Are you backing out of our deal?" his tremblesbecame a shudder.  Then his head, shook in the hood.  " No, I can't come in, or no you aren't backing out?"  " Please, " He gasped.  " Please put your finger inside me!"  He begged.  

I brought my finger to my mouth and wet it good with spit.  Then I began to wet his pucker.  Each time I massaged the spit a bit deeper, fighting the tight constriction of his hole.  " Deep breath in Father." I ordered.  He drew a deep shaky breath.  " Out!"  I ordered.

His spincter relaxed just enough for my finger to sink in to the first knuckle.  Father Paul's whole body tensed, and his pucker muscle spasmed around the end of my finger.  " Deep Breath!'  I ordered once more.  He pulled himself together enough to comply.   " Out!" I demanded, and was rewarded by a bit more finger inside his hot hole.

We continued the breathing until my finger was delved as deep as it could go.  I gave him a moment or two to adjust, before I began probing, searching for his prostate.  

When I found it, Father Paul's head jerked up wildly, still encased in his hood.  I wondered if he had ever had his prostate massaged.  As I continued to massage that little node, he began to squirm, and moan.  I could feel the dribbles from his cock, steadily wetting my leg.  I could feel his hole open around my finger. and his hips began to buck against my hand.

I let a glob of spit fall from my mouth to his hole.  I slid the finger out just enough, to line it up with the next in line.  Then I began to ease a second finger in.  This time I went in with less resistance, and used both fingers to massage his node.  When his soft little groans, began to be panting.  I began to slowly stretch him out.  My cock may only be seven inches, but it is seriously fat.  I've learned to stretch my partners to ease any pain.  When I eased the third finger in, I started working them in  and out of his hole, watching the wet black hair, and the bright pink of his stretched hole clutch at the intruders.  

By now my hard cock was smearing pre-cum on the Good Father's hairy belly.  His squirming rubbed the hood back from the head and feel of his soft stomach hair on my glans was edging me towards climax.   Before that happened I wanted it buried deep inside his hairy hole.

Abruptly I pulled my fingers from his ass, and gently lowered Father Paul to the floor at my feet, knocking his hood off in the process.  He lay there looking up at me with a touch of misgiving and fear.

I reached down, cupping his bearded chin in my hand and coaxed him into a kneeling postion.  I then took my drooling cock and rubbed it across his beard and lips.  Father Paul whimpered in protest.  This wasn't really part of the deal, but I wanted to push him a little and see where it might take us.  I let him turn his head away.   Then I pulled  a condom from the table near the couch along with some lube.   Father Paul's eyes widened , and I could see a shiver run through his body.  He gave me an imploring look, begging for mercy.  Truth was, at that point if he'd  actually begged me for mercy, I probably would have let it go.   Happily, he didn't.

He did fumble his hood back on, and somehow had got ahold of his rosary.  Disappointed, I let it go.  I didn't want to push him so far, that he backed out of the promise of my cock inside him.  I do love to watch my sex partners face when I work thier holes over, but sensed that I might lose any ground I'd gained , if I disputed the hood.

I pushed his head and shoulders down, until his hairy butt was high in the air.  Then I nudged his legs apart, so I could fit in behind him.

I knelt down and looked at the pretty mounds on display.  Despite the scars, they were nearly perfect globes  I decided to give my self one more little treat, and spread those cheeks,  to look at the slightly opened pink hole between them.

I lowered my face and began lapping at his little hole.  Father Paul began to moan and gasp out some litany.  From the few Latin words I knew, I assumed he was praying.  He went rigid, when I reached under to fondle his hard cock and round balls.  The litany became strained, as I went far beyond his comfort zone.  I began to lick from the base of his cock, over his balls, over his hole and back down.

My hand was wet with cock drool.  My own cock was drooling, and I knew I could possibly blow without even penetratating the Good Father's sweet ass.

I straightened up, and positioned my cock in the cleft between his cheeks.  I thrust my cock between them, sliding the length over his hole, yet not in it yet.   Then I began to slap his ass.

Father Paul's litany became louder, mixed in with groans, moans and gasps for breath.  He began bucking his ass against my hips.  Afraid he might cum, I stilled his hips, and pushed the head of my cock against his manhole.

I expected more resistance, but the tapered head, enclosed in lubed latex, slipped right in.  Father Paul stilled with a gasp.  I held my self there, both to let him get used to my fat cock and to savor the hot feel of his ass around me.

Father Paul surprised me by moving first.  Not off my cock like I feared, but by moving his hips, causing my dick to swirl around in his stretched hole.

Slowly, his ass began to take in more of my cock.  My cock flares wider at about half way down, so he was getting stretched a second time, which caused him to moan.  Then my red pubic hair was meshing with his black butt hair.  I was lodged balls deep inside of him.

We froze in that state for a few moments.  Then I began spanking the cheeks spread around my cock.  Father Paul began to move , fucking himself on the pole sunk inside him.  My dick was obviously butting against his joy node.  His litany and backthrusts became urgent.  His hot tight gut worked my hardon, like a slick fist.  I could feel myself edging close to eruption.  

One hard dual slap to both ass cheeks sent Father Paul over his edge.  He almost screamed, as he erupted.  

The jerks and spasms of his body around me, were enough to force the cum boiling out of me.  I thrust into him savagely, emptying my load into the condom inside of him.

It felt like I was going to cum forever.  I went from deep uncontrolled thrusts, to slightly gentler pushes.  Father Paul, spent, collapsed to the floor, to lay panting in his own cum.  My cock was pulled out of his ass with a wet pop.  Chest heaving, I braced my arms, on either side of Father Paul's shuddering body, to prevent my falling on top of him.  I looked down to see his reddened hole, still gaped slightly open, begin to spasm closed.

I pulled off the condom, prepared to toss it to one side.  Father Paul must have heard the wet snap as it came free.

" Please,"  he whispered softly.  " Spread your cum on my ass!" he begged.  I shrugged, then upended the condom, and squeezed my cum out to dribble on his hairy cheeks.   Father Paul let out a contented sigh, from within his hood.  Idly, I massaged my cum into the skin of his reddened mounds.  Father Paul wriggled under my hands, moaning contentedly.

Finally, I drew myself to my feet and flopped on the futon.  Father Paul struggled to his knees, his cum matting his front, my cum wetting his ass.  He pulled off the hood, and after his eyes adjusted, gave a little smile.  Then he heaved himself to his feet and began collecting his clothes.

" Leaving Paul?"    He nodded, reddening just a little.  " You don't have to."  He shook his head.  " Yeah, yeah I do.  I'm sorry, but eventually the guilt will set in, and you don't need to see that.  We will both be uncomfortable."

I sighed.  I like to cuddle my partners close, in sleep, after sex, but not everyone is into cuddling.  I'd already pushed him way out of his comfort zone.  If he needed to leave the scene, then I couldn't stop him.  I pulled myself up from my seat and began collecting my clothes.  Father Paul looked at me uncertainly.  I shrugged and said I planned to give him a ride.  Father Paul demurred and said he would take a cab.  His decision.

We stood looking at each other for a moment or two, suddenly awkward.  Then Father Paul shook himself, pulled out his phone, called a cab.    "I'll just wait out front........I guess I should thank you."  I shrugged.  " I guess I should thank you too."    Again awkward silence.

Father Paul gave me a gentle smile and turned to go.  He paused, and looked at me over his shoulder.  " Rusty?"   " Yeah?"  " I'd really appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone I let you fuck me."  " I don't fuck and tell, Paul."  He heaved a sigh of relief.  Then...." Do you think we could do this again some time?"     " Same deal?"   " Same deal."   " Yeah, I'd like that."  I grabbed a pen and paper and passed my number to him.  As he took it he held on to my hand, then , blushing placed a gentle kiss on my lips.

Then he was out the door.

Father Paul and I hooked up a few times after that.   Eventually, I had him out of the hood, and we went from his hiding away and praying, to two men,  just fucking and enjoying sex.  He still needed to be spanked to get off.   Eventually though he met a man, who turned out to be the Dom of his dreams.  Father Paul left the Priesthood , became just Paul and we became just friends.

And despite my qualms, it was one of the most memorable sexcapades of my life.