We fell into a routine. Wednesday, after choir practice in the church hall, I would kneel and give the other 11 lads blow jobs, sucking and wanking each one in turn, until I had cum in my hair, over my face, but mostly down my throat. Sundays, we had three services. Some guys would like to be blown in the morning, some in the afternoon, and most liked to fuck me in the evening. I had no problem with this. Sometimes someone would suck me off as well.
It was my penultimate weekend. After evening mass, we were joined in the changing room by Father Daniel, in what was obviously a preplanned onslaught. 'Oh well, one more won't make much difference, but they had other ideas. Naked, I knelt and worked my way round the twelve men. With them all hard, I was told to bend over the table. After spitting on my hole, Father Daniel penetrated me, to cheers from the choirboys. He fucked me for a few minutes before handing me over to a choirboy. More spit, and he plowed in. On and on it went for half an hour. I was then put on my back, and the shagging went on, with me dripping precum and making a pool on my belly. They carried on passing me from one to another until my ring hurt. The priest came first, bending afterwards to lick his own juices from round my hole. Everyone else followed suit, until I had twelve loads bubbling out of me. At the end, Father Daniel jerked me off.
The following Wednesday, after practice, I gave multiple blow jobs as usual. Back at the vicarage, Father Seamus had arrived. We had a glass of wine, and then I was bent over the arm of the sofa. Father Seamus went first, with his fat dick, but stopped before he came. Father Daniel took over, again stopping before he climaxed. They must have learned how to control themselves from the choirboys, as they were in no hurry to orgasm. I didn't mind, after being fucked my 12 cocks at a time, two was easy peasy. They took me up to the bedroom and resumed, this time more comfortably. I lay on my back with one cock inside me and another down my throat, with somebody tossing me. Again, they swapped back and forth. Finally, Daniel bred me, followed by Seamus, and I shot my load.
My last weekend. Saturday morning Father Daniel told me he had a special surprise, and that I could go back to bed after breakfast. I was nodding off, when I heard the front door open at voices whispering. My door opened, and there was Sean and Mikey. I knew at once I'd be in for a good session. They clambered onto the bed and we kissed and groped each other before they presented me with their knobs to suck. Sean mounted me first, missionary style with Mikey's cock still in my mouth, with Daniel and Seamus watching on. He fucked me as if he hadn't had sex in a month, and quickly bred me. They swapped and I licked Sean's dick clean. Mikey took me doggy, turning slightly to give the others a better view. With him having cum, I cleaned him up and Daniel did me, again doggy. With cum running down my legs, Seamus was the last to go (or so I thought). He put me on my back again and put my ankles on his shoulders and fucked me with long slow strokes, putting on a performance that belied his age. He gradually sped up until he was making the bed crash against the wall. A final lunge, and I had my fourth load. By this time, Sean and Mikey were ready to go again. I was fucked for a fifth and sixth time. As Mikey reached his climax, I came unaided.
The following morning, I flew back to England with fond memories, more of the sex than singing. I was met at the airport by my Priest, who hugged me, but we couldn't kiss in public. On the way home, I told him about the fun times I'd had, stroking his thigh as we drove. Once in doors, he helped me upstairs with my suitcases and told me to shower, and that he'd be ready to welcome me properly once I was clean inside and out. I came back into the bedroom, drying myself to find the priest naked on my bed, playing with himself. We kissed, and I gave him head, then straddled him, easing myself down on his pole, then leaning forward so that he could pump. Changing round, and had a sixty nine for a while, before we went back to shagging, this time on our sides from behind. He fucked me hard and I took myself in hand, we came together. Normal service resumed.
We had a couple of days off before we had to go back to work, so invited the two older priests with the big dicks over. The three of us went straight to bed, with my priest following on behind. All undressed, I had forgotten just how big they were, especially the fatter one. No matter, I knelt and gave them head, swallowing as much as I could. They hauled me up and we had a three way kiss. On the bed, I hoped that I would take the 'smaller' one first. My priest had thoughtfully put a bottle of lube on the pillow, and I was going to need it. He lay on his back and I smothered his member with gel and lowered myself carefully down. I lost my erection for a bit, but as my ass became accustomed to his cock, it came back. I leaned forward to kiss him, and the fatter guy pushed his massive weapon in alongside his mate. Tears rolled down my cheeks, I never thought that my hole could open that wide. Nevertheless, they began to hump me. My own priest was now jerking while watching the action. With it being so tight, They didn't take too long, the fat one shooting is load first and pulling out, semen dripping over his mate's balls. He could now fuck me harder, and I could wank. My priest walked over and dumped his load on my face, I shot cum everywhere, and more spunk was fed into me. They stayed the night, sleeping together, me with my priest. In the morning, they all had me again, starting with my own priest and working their way up, finishing with the biggest. In a way, I was sorry to see them leave, but my ass had had enough punishment, at least for a while...
