Father Cox Is Cock Addicted
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Father Tristan Cox is the new superior of the Catholic seminary in the archdiocese of Cardiff, Wales. It is estimated that there are 209,451 Catholics out of 3,112,451 inhabitants, which represents 6.7% of the population in Wales. Father Cox is in charge of 21 seminarians and knows each one intimately, as we will soon find out.
The origin of the name Cox has more than one possibility. In Old English, cocc means “the little” as a term of endearment. Willcox stands for little William. It can also a synonym of heap or a mound, like Haycox or Haycock. In the Welsh language, coch often means “red”, referring to a red hair person or someone coming from the red hills in Wales. It is estimated that there are 11,236,490 persons named Cox in the world. It is the 69th most common surname in the United Kingdom.
Many well-known people bear this name. Here are a few examples: English actor Alan Douglas Cox, English magician Chris Cox, American singer Bradford James Cox, Australian Olympic cross-country skier Britteny Cox, American actress Courteney Cox, Canadian author and screenwriter Daniel Allen Cox, American actor Joshua Cox, English writer and editor Michael Andrew Cox, English director and film producer Sarah Cox, American football cornerback Derek Sinclair Cox.
For you and me, the word “cox” has obviously only one meaning: penis, most often called “pecker, dick, rod, joystick, COCK.” Father Cox has a good six inches and a half between his legs. Like King Charles III, Prince Andrew and Prince Edward, he is circumcised. Father Cox worships the male body more than the Catholic Church. He is surrounded by young men who have chosen to be ordained priest. They spend four years studying theology, and Father Cox acts as both their spiritual director and confessor. He as a fucking hot plan spread out over those four years.
In the first year, he leads a very opened discussion and demonstration about masturbation. The Roman Catholic Church considers masturbation to be a mortal sin, which is not the case for many Protestants Churches in Northern and Western Europe, as well as in Northern America, Australia and New Zealand. Father Cox has to explain that masturbation is against the Sixth Commandment – “You shall not commit adultery.” –, that it is an intrinsically and gravely disordered action that violates the God-inscribed unbreakable bond between the love-giving and life-giving aspects of the marital act. Masturbation, he must stress, is an act in which one turns selfishly inward, be it within or outside marriage.
So much for “the official doctrine of the Church”. Father Cox is more practical, and considers that jerking off does not harm anyone, on the contrary. He also believes that anything worth doing deserves to be done well. As soon as Father Cox sees a cock, he gets hard. Dylan, the seminarian in his office right now, has to follow the spiritual director’s order and get undress. They both do and Cox’s cock gets hard as soon as he sees Dylan’s nice thick hairy dick. “You have the perfect tool for perfect solo fun, says the superior, but it is best to first set the mood. You turn down the light, you relax, you put on an erotic video”, he adds and does exactly that.
Masturbation doesn’t have to be a quickie in the shower. You set yourself up for quality “me time”. Father Cox coaches Dylan in caressing his pecker with the following advice: add excitement by switching up positions. “You can enjoy a solo session while on all fours, he illustrates; different positions mean different sensations… and that means more satisfaction.” Dylan is a good student and is already getting excited just by earing this advice. Known to be an excellent pedagogue, Father Cox goes on: “Changing hands, just like switching positions, can cause different sensations that can lead to intense ejaculation. Try holding your penis against your stomach, Dylan, stroking the underside of you shaft quickly with your nondominant hand.”
Father Cox gets closer to Dylan, breathes heavier as he shows him how to try different strokes, how to move his hips, how to go beyond the penis. “Your testicles, for example, have almost as many nerve endings as your rod, my friend. Consider pulling down on your balls, massage also your taint to create a special sensation.” The superior is a fan of the start-and-stop method known as edging. He kneels in front of Dylan’s joystick and invites him to follow his example. Cox stokes his cock right up until the edge of ejaculation, stops completely, slowly begins to masturbate again, increasing the speed until he’s ready to finish, but pulls back again. “Masturbation doesn’t have to be Go, Go, Go. The trick, Dylan, is to experiment with speed, strokes, positions and hands to reach a better orgasm.” Needless to say, they both shoot a huge creamy load of jizz.
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In the second year, Father Tristan Cox helps seminarians putting on a jockstrap and quenching the thirst triggered by gear fetish. This may sound farfetched for the superior of a seminary, but remember that he is cock addicted and surrounded by young men. Moreover, Father Cox was a teacher in a private college for boys before being ordained. On top of teaching English, he was the coach for the rugby team. When he joined the players in the locker room, he saw them get naked for a shower and his cock got hard in two seconds. That’s when he bought his first jockstrap to hide his massive bulge.
One day, team captain Lloyd was the last player to leave the locker room, but he didn’t seem to be in a hurry. Instead, he put on his jockstrap and approached the coach. “I know you love cocks and I think this gear will turn you on. Am I right?”[1] Tristan falls to his knees and starts sniffing the sweat-cum-piss-stained pouch. Lloyd’s dick is now a rod whose knob is peaking out of the pouch and already cum dripping. He adores face-fucking a man and Tristan is definitely thirsty for man juice. He siphons the captain’s faucet, so to speak, and swallows a flood of yummy cum. Tristan and Lloyd meet on a regular basis until the coach enters the seminary.
You have probably guessed that his experience with Lloyd is what prompts Father Cox to help seminarians putting on a jockstrap and quenching the thirst triggered by such a hot gear. He has a drawer full of jockstraps, mostly Bike brand. In his Jockstrap 101 course, Father Cox shows his preference for the traditional white ribbed cotton or nylon fabric that lets your junk breathe easily. In his mind, white is associated to sports, and looks more virile. He’s not into rainbow color jocks, to sissy for him. The straps need to be snug and lift butt cheeks. Thick waistband is also his preference (even if this makes him “old school”). As for the cut, he is again traditional and recommends jocks that leave your backside completely exposed. Not interested in jock briefs, jock thongs or v-back style.
The seminarian in his office right now is Owen, a very shy guy who blushes as soon as the superior invites him to talk about intimacy. On the other hand, he is very obedient and sports a fucking thick and long piece of cut meat. Father Cox pulls the largest jockstrap from his drawer, sniffs it and helps Owen to wrap his bomb in the white cotton fabric. The superior has also dropped his pants and his own bulging white jock is pointing towards Owen’s crotch. As they rub together, each of Father Cox’s moans of pleasure is echoed by the finally not so shy seminarian.
Owen smiles as Tristan grabs his thick rod. He secretly hopes that the superior will masturbate him, but he’s in for surprise. Following instructions, Owen lies down and positions himself so that both face each other’s jockstrap bulge. Tristan licks the pouch, bites the nuts and rod, uses his teeth to pull down the gear, and engulfs Owen’s God-given gift, sucking it with passion. As a good student, Owen reproduces this scenario, a first for him. He chokes a little bit at first, but quickly enjoys being face-fucked by and face-fucking a superior. He will never be shy again. It doesn’t take long for the juice to rise. Father Cox explains that the nectar flowing down the throats of two men in harmony can be considered the ultimate act of Holy Communion.
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In the third year, the superior shows how the ass is the tastiest part of the male body, the most divine one! Father Cox is a gourmet. He loves to nibble a seminarian’s lips, suck his nipples, chew his balls and swallow his juicy cock. But nothing beats the pleasure of eating a male ass. If the butt happens to be hairy, it’s a ticket to nirvana. And seminarian Rhys who just entered the superior’s office is the most magnificent bear to haunt the corridors of Cardiff’s archdiocesan seminary. Tristan can’t wait to dive into Rhys’ velvety buttocks, to lick his bearded crack.
The seminarian’s ass is wide and covered with very short curly hair. The sight of this virile sphere is simply fucking arousing. Father Cox first sniffs the ass crack. The musky scent is so damn intoxicating. He then warns Rhys that he is going to kiss him on the ass and on the lips in a back-and-forth way that will make him hard like never before. What he doesn’t tell him is that the superior’s gluttonous tongue will dive into the shit hole and into the mouth to mix both man juice and saliva, another form of Holy Communion.
As a teenager, the first time Tristan masturbated, he licked his jizz and found it to be sweet and sour. He called it the best whipped cream his palate had ever tasted. Now, Father Cox wants to share his cum with Rhys. He masturbates while licking the hairy rosebud and ejaculates in the seminarian’s velvety crack. The superior then licks up all the sweet and sour nectar and starts French kissing Rhys. The young man affectionately hugs his spiritual director to thank him for sharing this divine gourmet dish.
In the past, the priest distributed communion at the holy table. Now Catholics line up to receive the host in their hand. All seven seminarians in the third-year surprise their superior in the chapel by sitting on the holy table to offer their ass. Father Cox cites Jesus according to Matthw 26:26: “Take and eat; this is my body.” The superior uses his hard cock to mark a sign of the cross on each yummy butt host. The seven seminarians get the best fucking blessing they could ever receive.
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In the fourth year, Father Cox prepares an exam to test the skills of the five seminarians in getting ploughed, on one hand, and in fucking hard and deep, on the other hand. He says: “The second part is my way to see if you can reach a man’s soul.” Morgan is now in the superior’s office and asks to confess his sins.
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been a week since my last confession. I have masturbated myself only once and not four times as you told me. I ate the ass of only two seminarians instead of three as you ordered me. I did not wear my jockstrap last Wednesday and did not sniff Owen’s gear as I should have done with frenzy. I am sorry for my sins with all my heart. In choosing to do wrong and failing to do good, I have sinned against God whom I should love above all things, as much as your divine cock, of course. I firmly intend, with your help, to do penance.”
“My son, your penance is a good fuck, hard and deep, right now. Suck first my dick to lubricate it, then pull down your pants and show me your dark butt.” Once that is done, Father Cox spits on the extremely tight brown hole, and shoves his dick without further more ceremony. Morgan lets out a sharp cry of pain, but quickly gets used to the back-and-forth movement of the superior’s dagger. When he starts moaning with pleasure, Father Cox tells him that he as succeeded the first test. For the second one, he calls in Steffan, the fourth-year seminarian who has the most begging ass.
“Morgan, you will fuck Steffan under my supervision. I will beat the rhythm by swinging my tirelessly hard cock on his peachy ass.” Morgan uses Vaseline to lubricate both his dick and Steffan’s hole. He’s nervous to perform under the supervision of Father Cox, but more willing than any seminarian to pass this test and access the priesthood, the vocation which favors the most exciting carnal man-to-man pleasures. The superior first notices that Morgan is an expert at moving his hips. He then appreciates how the seminarian’s cock sinks in with as much ardor as passion. When he hears Morgan calling Steffan a slut, a whore, he gives him bonus points.
When Morgan floods Steffan’s trunk with his creamy jizz, the superior smiles and proclaims: “My son, you are ready for ordination!”
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