As part of my Ecclesiastical, I seconded to other parts of Britain. I was lucky enough to be sent to Cork on the west coast of Ireland, where I would be under the guidance of Father Seamus Murphy and Father Daniel Fitzpatrick, who had adjoining parishes. I googled them, but the only information was that Seamus was 55 and Daniel ten years younger, plus the dates when they were ordained. Nothing to suggest their sexuality, but then most men wouldn't refuse a blow job. I would also be expected to join the church choir.
I flew into Cork airport on a cold windy day, almost wishing I wore underwear. Seamus was there to greet me, with a firm handshake. We drove to the vicarage making small talk, with me already thinking it would be a boring time. At least the vicarage was warm, with a roaring fire. Daniel was there, altogether a warmer soul, with a smile and a twinkle in his eye. He showed me to my room. While we were there he said, "Don't worry too much about Seamus, he doesn't like change and it takes him a while to come round". He excused himself, saying I may want to shower after the long journey. As I unpacked wonderful smells came from the kitchen. I showered and thought about masturbating, but was too knackered. Having dried, I put on my favourite baggy shorts and a polo shirt and went downstairs. Seamus was in the kitchen, so I went through to see what was giving off the amazing aroma. There was a big pot of lamb stew on the hob, and he was making garlic bread to go with it. He was whistling an old pop song, so I guessed his mood had changed. I decided to butter him up, complimenting him on his cooking skills. He turned, and there was a warmth in his eyes. I offered to set the table for dinner, then busied myself going back and forth between the kitchen and dining room. With the stew cooked, he turned it out into a large tureen and I put it on the table, with him following on with the garlic bread and a bottle of red wine. having said grace, the conversation flowed, they asked about girlfriends, but I said I had been too busy with my studies, trying to be diplomatic.
After dinner the atmosphere warmed considerably, helped by the fire and wine. I told them about my parish, and hinted at sexual goings on without being too specific as I didn't want to get my priest into trouble. "So you are gay then?" asked Daniel. Faced with such a direct question, I nodded. "Don't worry, while the Pope doesn't condone it, but we know that in reality, it's a fact, I have a queer niece who is lovely". That put my mind at rest. At 10.30, I retired, but lay there hoping I hadn't let out a can of worms. I needn't have worried, a few minutes later there was a tap on my door and Daniel entered. Sitting on the bed, he stroked my cheeks, "Dear boy, you have the most lovely features, I was never as good looking as you". I thanked him for the compliment and he leaned forward and kissed my cheek. He went on, "Seamus and I have dabbled a little, we live in a very male dominated world, where we meet few ladies apart from parishioners. He kissed me again, this time on the lips and his hand rested on my crotch through the duvet. He wasn't the best looker I'd ever seen, but I had two days worth of cum in my balls waiting for release. Our mouths opened and our tongues met. He slid his hand under the duvet and stroked my erection. I could easily have cum there and then. Instead, I threw the duvet back and gave him full access to my young body. He knelt and licked my shaft before swallowing it. Half sucking, half wanking me, I came very quickly. "Thanks", I said, feeling the relief, "Would you like me to blow you?" He dropped his jeans and boxers and a good size cut penis sprang out. Sitting up, I took him in my mouth, cupping his sack. We were so engrossed in what we were doing, we hadn't noticed Seamus stood in the doorway. Having taken a mouthful of cum, Seamus made a cough. Knowing we were caught in the act, I offered to blow him as well, which he willingly accepted. His cock was shorter and fatter than his friend's, they come in all shapes and sizes, and I don't mind, I love cock. Daniel sat on the bed and watched me fellate the older priest. Seamus held my shoulders, and eventually shuddered as he relieved himself down my throat. They kissed me goodnight and left, but I only heard one bedroom door open..... Perhaps my time in Ireland wouldn't be so boring after all.
The next day dawned bright and sunny, so after breakfast the three of us went to the harbour for a wander round, then onto a sandy beach, stopping for coffee in a cafe and admired the view. Back home, in high spirits, I offered to blow them again. We had a three way kiss and then I knelt, unbuckled their jeans and slid them down to their knees. I wanked and sucked them in turn while they kissed above me. Daniel came first, quickly followed by Seamus. I greedily devoured both lots of cum. I went up to my room and blew my load. The evening went the same as the previous night, with me giving them both blow jobs, but my ass begged to have a dick in it.
In the morning I was taken to meet some of the choirboys. The youngsters were in school, but I was introduced to most of the others, some couldn't make it. One, in particular, caught my eye. Sean was a handsome six footer with jet black hair and kind eyes. Surprisingly, he gave me a kiss in front of the others. I responded, and he whispered that he'd to see more of me later. He then went and had a quiet word with Daniel, who nodded his approval. "Your staying with me and I'll drop you back in the morning. Sean shared an apartment with another choirboy, Micky, and it was clear from the start that they were an item. The apartment had nothing to show of their religious leanings, instead there were raunchy pictures of guys having sex. I was taken straight to the bedroom, kissed for a while, then forced to my knees to give them blow jobs, my favourite occupation. With them satisfied, I was allowed to jerk myself. I noticed there were cum stains all over the carpet. We drank beer and they told me I would be fucked to death. Personally, I couldn't wait, but feigned being shocked. Their cooking skills were crap, a fry up with chips, and more beer.
We went back to bed and I waited for my 'punishment'. Once again, I had to fellate them to get them hard, then told to get on the bed on all fours. Micky shoved his dick in my mouth while Sean rimmed me, and then pushed home. I pretended that it hurt and cried out, but I've taken dicks twice that size. They swapped. Micky was both bigger and gentler. Round and round they went, with me oozing precum. "Okay, you can wank yourself now", Sean crowed, and fucked me hard and fast, shooting his load deep inside. Micky took over, still fucking me hard, but not as rough. I came over the duvet and took Micky's load. We had another beer, but I had to sleep on the sofa. In the morning, after showers, they had me again, this time with me on my back with my legs in the air. I jerked when Micky bred me. We dressed and they dropped me back with Seamus, with a wink. Indoors, Seamus, along with Daniel asked how I'd got on, as if they didn't know. They winked at each other. I was bent over the side of the sofa, and they took it in turns to shag me. With cum bubbling out of me, I asked to go to bed, sleeping on a sofa is shit.
