The Holy Fountain
by Hunknown
2 Jun 2023 869 readers Score 9.4 (21 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt
≈ Ch. 36: FATHER AND SON ≈
Who's Who in this chapter
Shay (a good-hearted 18-y.o. monk) meets again his father Master Conroy; while they recently had a reconciliation, their relationship is still tense, mostly because Conroy can’t accept Shay’s inclinations for man-love. Conroy comes with a shocking request, and father and son, each cautiously dealing with his own fears and doubts, venture into unknown territories..
~ A shocking revelation ~
“Shay!! What are you doing still in bed!” – Ewan exclaimed with urgency.
Shay turned around, yawning, and focused his gaze on the handsome features of his young roommate and lover; with a wide smile, he luxuriated his eyes on Ewan’s hairy torso and his bulging pecs, to then focus on his masculine face. The dark stubble on Ewan’s cheeks meant that he still didn’t have the time to shave, like he did every morning. In fact, glancing out of the window, Shay could see that the sun had barely risen above the horizon.
“I’m awake, but you look like a dream…” – Shay blurred – “A wet dream. And that stubble on your face is so erotic…!”
“Keep your dirty fantasies for later and hurry up! Didn’t you hear me when I called you, ten minutes ago? You father is waiting for you in Uncle Roderick’s study!”
“What?? My father? This early in the morning?” – Shay screamed, literally jumping out of bed; the customary small loincloth he used as sleepwear barely concealed his thickening manhood, fueled by the ‘dirty fantasies’ Ewan always instilled in his mind. He moved to go to the bathroom, to get dressed, but Ewan urged him: “There’s no time! It’s your father, he knows well what you hide under your loincloth!”
As soon as he spoke those words, Ewan realized how indelicate he had been: Shay had told him about the shameful and unsettling encounter he had with his father at the Commonweal’s Benison, when Master Conroy had touched his son in a most inappropriate way, forcing him to cum against his will. “Sorry… I shouldn’t have said that…” – Ewan mumbled with a contrite tone, but Shay smiled tenderly: “Never mind. And you’re right, I’d better run to see him!”
Shay scampered to Uncle Roderick’s study, knocked on the door and went in. Roderick shot a disapproving glance at Shay and said: “Still in your sleeping attire? This is not the way to present yourself to your father. Anyway, he’s your father, he has seen you in your birthday suit…”
Master Conroy blushed violently and tried to say something, but all he could utter was a feeble “Yes…”; Shay promptly interjected, asking: “Do you need something, father?”
“Er… It’s a very personal matter…” – Conroy said, uneasy, glancing at Roderick – “and I don’t want to annoy the revered Uncle, here. I asked to come to your room, but they didn’t allow me…”
“It’s a rule of the Asylum” – Shay explained – “Outsiders cannot enter the inner areas without an Uncle’s permission.”
“You can use one of the Blessing Stalls” – Roderick suggested – “as they are open to the public. Use the rightmost one, so as not to disturb the Great-Uncle sleeping in the leftmost one.”
Shay made way to the Blessing Stalls, and soon they were alone, in the very room where Master Conroy, barely a month earlier, had harassed his own son. Shay sensed his father’s uneasiness, and said: “Dad, after I paid you a visit, two weeks ago, everything changed. Let bygones be bygones.”
“This is why I came to see you” – Conroy said, shamefully looking at his feet – “I… I can’t stop thinking at what happened. I think about it all the time, I… I…”
“I understand, you touched me… like a father shouldn’t ever touch his son. But I talked to you like a son should never talk to his father. I’m not proud of what I did that night, either. Stop torturing yourself.”
“I tried to forget, but when I touched you… when I felt your manhood under my fingers… something clicked inside me. And when you got angry, and smeared your manly seed on my clothes, I… I got an erection.”
Shay’s mouth sagged open for the shock. He had to try a couple times before finding enough breath to say: “Are you implying that you… you feel a sexual attraction for me? For your own son??”
“No!! No, Shay, no!” – Master Conroy gasped, as much horrified as Shay – “I’m not a monster! I’ve never… thought of you in an inappropriate way! Even now, with you standing almost naked in front of me, I only feel a fatherly affection for you!”
Shay calmed down, but was still puzzled: “So… why did you have a… physical reaction that night?”
~ The other half of the apple ~
“I thought about it a lot. That night, I was angry with you, and you were angry with me, you yelled at me that I was not your father anymore, and I couldn’t recognize you as my son. In that moment you weren’t my son anymore: in my eyes, you were… a man, an assertive, strong man I’d never met before, I was scared by you… and I was hit by your manliness more than I expected. I was stunned by what I’d just done: I had intimately touched a man, I made him cum, and he’d smeared his manly juice over me! Until then, in my life, like any straight man, I had never let another man come… too close to me, so to speak; but that night changed everything, and I… I’m not sure about what I feel. Help me, son…!”
“Oh, daddy…” – Shay said tenderly, feeling the urge to hug his father tight, but he stopped in his tracks: “Dad… can I hug you? You won’t… react, will you?”
“Come here, son!” – Master Conroy exclaimed with a fatherly tone, flinging his arms around Shay’s shoulders and holding him tight: “You are a man, now, but for me you’re still my baby boy! And that will never change, until I’ll lie in a grave.”
When they parted, Shay looked at his father with a deep, thoughtful gaze: “So… Are you questioning your sexuality? After all these years?”
“Not really questioning, no…” – Conroy said slowly, carefully choosing his words – “I still feel a thrill every time I lay with a woman, I enjoy it very much. But what happened made me wonder… if maybe, in my entire life, I had… eaten only half of the apple, if this makes sense to you.”
“Perfectly.” – Shay said with a knowing grin – “And I can help you find the answer to your question. But are you ready to find the truth? I can tell you that it may be quite unsettling.”
“I have to know. I’m prepared to do anything you’ll tell me. You know me well, son: I never chickened out, when facing a challenge.”
“That’s one of the things I most admire of you, dad. Stay here, wait for me, I’ll come back soon. In the meantime… why don’t you drop some of your clothes? But keep your leather vest on, it looks so nice on you, and it will make you feel… less vulnerable.”
Shay went away, and Master Conroy started disrobing, until he was stripped to the long linen underpants he wore under his heavy work trousers. Then he wore again his leather vest on his bare torso and glanced at the small mirror hanging on the opposite wall. «Not bad… The kid was right…» – he thought, admiring in the reflection his own bulging pecs and his hairy chest barely covered by the open leather vest. A bit of belly and the obvious love handles around his waist slightly ruined the overall looks of a fit, healthy man, but Conroy was fully aware that in his fifties he couldn’t have the same pristine physique he had when he was younger. Then he lowered his gaze on the shapeless, floppy underpants that really made him look like a grampa and murmured: “…the fuck!”, and tore them off.
Another glance at the mirror comforted him: «This old man has still some arrows to shoot!» – he thought, but suddenly he realized that he was not waiting for a lady, but for a man, and he nervously reckoned that maybe he should’ve kept the underpants on.
His anxious thoughts were interrupted by the door opening. Shay stepped in, bringing with him another monk, a man with a stocky muscular body and a blond curly mane flowing down to his shoulders. The lad looked like a Viking, and his sturdy body, barely covered by a loincloth identical to Shay’s, made… something stir inside Master Conroy.
The monk had been clearly informed of Shay’s plans, because he crossed the room with a confident swag until he was very close to Conroy: “I’m Keenan” – the Viking said – “and you… are more handsome than I thought.”
“T… Thanks… I guess?” – Conroy replied haltingly, unsure what to do or say.
Shay came to his help: “Dad, think of this as a… private Commonweal’s Benison. Everything goes and no one complains. Give me your hand…”
Conroy raised a hand and Shay grabbed it by the wrist, gently pushing it toward Keenan’s muscular torso. When the hand touched the toned muscles and the fingers dove into the curly blond body hair, Shay let go of his father’s hand and pressed his own palm on Keenan’s chest: “Like this… Stroke it… Gently… Touch his nipples… Look at the pleasure spreading on Keenan’s face! Now move your hands down… Feel his chiseled abs… Aren’t they wonderful? So sexy… So powerful…”
Father and son went on for a while worshipping Keenan’s upper body, playing with his body hair, scratching his stiff nipples and contouring the deep creases of his chiseled torso. Conroy was extremely self-conscious, at first; but Shay’s easiness made him grow more confident, and started touching Keenan’s masculine body with more passion and attention, watching with marveled eyes the nipples getting stiff under his fingers, and the chiseled abs twitch for his sensual touch.
A sudden, unequivocal flutter of Keenan’s loincloth made Conroy gasp. Shay flashed a knowing smile: “Let’s kneel down in front of Keenan, yes, this way… Now unlace the loincloth, untie the knot from the side…”
With trembling fingers, Master Conroy pulled the thin cord and Keenan’s loincloth fell to the floor, revealing a semi-hard, circumcised cock that immediately started swelling and thickening. Conroy’s gaze was rooted on the manly tool, that grew harder under his eyes, until it was fully erect.
Conroy spat on his hand and curled his palm around the engorged helmet, and Keenan uttered a low groan, almost a purr, that encouraged the man to slowly stroke the hot rod, sliding his wet palm down the shaft and then again up to the head. How many times a girl or a woman had done this to Conroy! And every time Conroy had pondered that a woman has no idea of what a man really feels. But he was a man, and he knew exactly what Keenan was feeling! This galvanized him, so he spat again on his hand and started stroking the stiff cock with greater passion, looking up at Keenan’s face, to rejoice in his ecstatic expression.
«A man knows how to pleasure a man!» – he thought, surprised to have overlooked this obvious truth all those years. He’d almost forgotten that Shay was kneeling beside him, until he felt the boy’s hand take possession of the mighty cock, so he withdrew his own hand and shot at his son a questioning look.
Shay didn’t say anything, but held Keenan’s cock tight, pointing it to his father’s mouth, and gently pushed on the back of his head. Conroy instinctively stiffened and resisted, but when Shay murmured “Come on, dad, you can do it…”, he gave in and opened his mouth.
The feeling of the pulsating cock on his tongue and the taste of the warm skin made his head spin. A part of him screamed to run away, but another part, unexpectedly, made an unknown warmth spread through his body. He was sucking a man. A hard, manly tool was filling his mouth, exploring its farthest recesses. A loud groan of pleasure coming from Keenan spurred Conroy to throw his fears at the wind, and he started munching on the tasty cock with vigor and passion.
~ Shameful surrender ~
Shay silently stepped back, feeling the sudden need to put a safe distance between his father and himself. He had reached his limit, as the sexual vibes had become too strong for him to bear. He moved a few steps back, until he felt he was distant enough, and sat on the floor, to look at the action from afar. He noticed with some discomfort his father moving his hand down, to stroke his own cock; masturbation was totally against Renunciation, but Conroy was not a monk, he didn’t take any vow, and Shay relaxed.
He felt a pang of shame, though, thinking back at the night of the Benison, when, out of anger, he had mocked his father about the small size of his dick. Truth to be told, Shay considered, trying not to stare too much at his father’s crotch, the man’s dick wasn’t that small, and it was growing even more, under the expert ministrations of his father’s hand.
«Holy Spring, it’s not small at all!» – Shay reckoned, surprised, when his father, for a moment, let go of his own fully erected cock to concentrate on Keenan’s; but soon Shay forced himself to look away, as he felt it was not… right to stare that way at his father’s manhood.
“Enough” – Keenan curtly said, pushing Conroy’s head away from his cock with gentle determination. The sturdy monk helped Conroy on his feet and walked him to the bed, making him lay down on his back. “Hold your legs up with your hands” – Keenan instructed – “while I lubricate my member. Shay tells me you’re a virgin, but you have nothing to worry about. Don’t be misled by my looks: I can be a tender lover…”
Shay looked at his father offering his ass to Keenan, and felt his guts churning; Conroy turned his head and looked straight into his son’s eyes, with an intensity that took Shay a bit aback. He was doing it. His father was about to give his ass to a man.
Keenan, after thoroughly greasing his cock, took position between Master Conroy’s legs and aimed his sword to the man’s untouched sheath. Conroy was holding his breath, and when felt Keenan’s helmet touch his tight hole, chocked a scared whine.
From afar, Shay looked at the scene with a hurricane of emotions storming inside him: he couldn’t understand exactly what he was feeling, he should’ve been happy that his father was finally exploring that side of his sexuality… but something was totally, deeply wrong.
Shay felt he couldn’t watch any more, he couldn’t witness the moment his father would’ve lost his virginity to a man, and abruptly turned his head, not to see. He waited for the chocked scream of pain that his father would’ve surely uttered when Keenan’s fat glans forced open his virgin hole…
“No! Wait!” – Conroy’s voice echoed in the room – “I… I can’t…! I just… can’t.”
Shay turned around, surprised and relieved, and saw Keenan recoil. “I’m sorry…” – Conroy said, lowering his legs – “I excited you, I promised you… satisfaction, but I can’t do it. Forgive me, Keenan.”
“I’m not here for my own pleasure” – Keenan replied in a warm voice – “though so far, I confess, I enjoyed what we’ve done a lot. I will take this as a step forward in my Temperance, I just… just have to… concentrate…”
Under Conroy’s marveled eyes, Keenan frowned, concentrating on his task, and slowly his stiff, throbbing cock started deflating, until it was completely limp. He then raised his gaze and smiled at Conroy’s surprise: “A real man knows when to give free rein to his passion and when to restrain it.”
Shay ran to his father and crouched at the side of the bed: “Dad… I don’t understand… Wasn’t this what you wanted?”
“I don’t know what I want, son, but sure enough not this. I… I was doing it for you.”
“For me? What you mean?” – Shay exclaimed, feeling guilty for having somehow forced his father into something he despised.
“I though you wanted me to feel what you feel when you… you do… that.”
“Oh, daddy, daddy!” – Shay cried out, leaning over his father to hug him – “You can’t even call it by its name and you were doing it for me, nevertheless! I feel so bad… I should’ve known that your sudden interest for man-love was… not completely spontaneous!”
~ The right half of the apple ~
“Actually, it was.” – Master Conroy said seriously – “What I told you earlier, about my… need to eat the other side of the apple, was true, completely true. But apparently I was wrong: there’s not another side of the apple for me to eat. I’ll have to live with this… restlessness I feel since the Benison”.
Shay recoiled and stood up, thoughtful. After a pause, he said: “Maybe we just tried the wrong half of the apple.”
Under Conroy’s puzzled gaze, Shay went to Keenan, who was lacing back his loincloth and told him: “Thank you Keenan, I owe you one. A big one. Do me another favor, be kind: please tell Glen to come here, and give him a hint about what awaits him.”
Keenan went away and Shay moved back to his father, sitting on the floor next to the bed. Master Conroy moved to get off the bed, but Shay stopped him with a knowing grin: “Wait, lay down. The… other half of the apple is on his way.”
“Who is this Glen? I don’t want to give my ass to anyone, it’s not in my nature, now I know it.”
“Don’t worry: Glen is much more inclined to get, rather then to give. He’s a sweet, sexy boy, with an ass that sings a siren song and a sheer passion for strong, powerful men. Just check him out. Sure enough, he’ll check you out!”
Conroy propped himself on his elbows, suddenly anxious. “A boy? With a passion for powerful men?? I… I can’t meet him…! Who knows what Keenan told him! He’ll be so disappointed when he sees an old man with the love handles and a belly who… can’t even get hard!”
He pointed his gaze to his totally limp cock, still a bit reddened for the furious stroking Conroy gave it to force himself to get an unwilling erection; Shay felt a rush of love for his father, who had tried hard to do what he was told to, to the point of forcefully bending his natural inclinations out of love for his son.
“Oh, shut up, dad!” – Shay joked – “Are you fishing for compliments? Look at you, your bulging pecs, your hairy chest, your massive biceps. Old man, ha! You’re a sexy man in his prime, let me tell you. You know, by now, that I like men, so trust me: I know what I’m talking about. Besides, a straight mature daddy is a walking dream for any boy!”
“But… But…” – Conroy replied, heartened by Shay’s word, but still worried for his main flaw: “Sure enough I’m not… endowed enough for him. You too, that night, told me that I had… a worm between my legs!”
Shay blushed, thinking back at the cruel words he yelled to his father at the Benison; and then blushed even more thinking at how inappropriately he stared at his father’s hard cock, while he was stroking it. “I… er… I judged the book by its cover. The ‘worm’ apparently can turn into a snake, when it wakes up. You’re definitely a grower, dad. And that is the last word I will ever speak about your manly endowment!”
Master Conroy laughed, boldened by Shay’s appreciation of his manhood, and amused by his son’s obvious uneasiness; but his laughter trailed off when the door suddenly opened and an extremely handsome blond boy came in.
“Good gracious…” – the man whispered under his breath – “I’m not going to make love to a kid this young. He must be fifteen, sixteen at most!”
“He’s nineteen, and he’s a Young Cousin. Now don’t make the same mistake as me, judging a book by its cover: he’s an experienced lad, and quite greedy. Whatever you do to him, you won’t hurt him, so do what you feel. But only if you feel to do it: no more stunts, dad. Whatever happens, I’m proud of you.”
They turned to Glen, who was literally eating Conroy’s body with his eyes. “Holy Spring!” – he exclaimed, and his cock rose so fast to a full erection that the loincloth he was wearing flapped sideways – “I… I’m Glen, sir, and… I’m in Heaven!”
Conroy stifled a smug grin and Shay whispered to his father: “I told you…”. Again, Shay stepped back to a corner of the room, unwilling to be too close. He didn’t feel the least sexual attraction for his father, but he needed to stay at a safe distance, to watch the scene like a spectator, and not an actor.
“I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do…” – Conroy said to Glen – “I’ve never… done it with a boy”.
“As sexy as you are” – Glen replied, cautiously – “I guess you laid with some women, then…”
“Many” – Conroy chuckled, and his chuckle grew even louder when Glen exclaimed again: “I’m in Heaven!”, and lay on his belly, between the man’s splayed legs. “Let me take care of you, sir. Let me worship your powerful body and your beautiful member like they deserve.”
“I’m in your hands, boy, you… ooohh… OOOOHHH!!” – Conroy gasped loud when Glen engulfed his entire cock in his experienced mouth and sucked it in such a masterful and exquisite way that his limp meat rose to a throbbing erection in seconds.
“I’m glad you appreciate my skills” – Glen said, sensually, raising his head from the now stiff cock, and Conroy, lost in the pleasure, curtly ordered: “Stop talking and go on sucking, boy! OOOOHHH! Oh God, YES!!”
~ A boy and his hero ~
Glen was up to Shay’s expectations, and brought the man on a rollercoaster of pleasure and denial. His small hands massaged Conroy’s hefty balls, sneaking under the heavy sac to tickle the perineum, but respectfully stopped at an inch from the man’s anus; his small fingers dove into the thick felt covering Conroy’s chest, in search of his meaty man-tits, and squeezed them in the most sensual way, making Conroy groan loud for the unexpected pleasure.
«Straight men always ignore to have such powerful pleasure buttons…” – Glen thought, manhandling Conroy’s nipples and feasting on his cock. The boy knew well what to do to bring a man to the peak of his pleasure, and pushed his face down to the man’s pubes, taking the entire cock down his gullet and massaging the sensitive glans with his throat muscles.
Every time he sensed that Conroy was about to explode, he slowed down and concentrated his ministrations on the stiff shaft and the heavy balls, leaving the cock head unattended. Conroy was used to have a dominant role with his women, and when Glen, for the umpteenth time, denied him the pleasure of the orgasm, he became restless: “You’re killing me, boy!” – he said aloud, taking Glen bodily and shoving him down onto the mattress, on his back – “I’ll teach you not to play with your man!”
Conroy forcefully raised Glen’s legs and pointed his throbbing cock to the boy’s hole; he stopped for a moment, to check on the boy, and his eager, ecstatic expression comforted him. Because, truth to be told, Master Conroy, in bed, was an attentive and tender lover, but he’d guessed that the boy was provoking him, looking for some rough sex, and he was just playing his part.
“They don’t call me Master for nothing!” – Conroy growled, and his hips sprang forward, forcing his rock-hard cock into the boy’s tight hole, to the last throbbing inch, until his crotch slammed on the boy’s hairless buttocks.
Glen gasped loud for the abrupt intrusion and Conroy’s eyes widened with a sudden worry: “Fuck! I… I’ve forgotten you’re not a woman, kid! Shit! Have I hurt you? You see, women have a natural lubrication, but you…”
“I came prepared” – Glen reassured him with an impish tone – “Thoroughly clean and fully lubed. Now stop talking and fuck me, sir… OOOOHHH!!!”
When the experienced cock set in motion, piercing the boy’s depths with powerful, confident thrusts, Glen’s eyes rolled back and he squealed with pleasure. Glen raised his hands and placed them on Conroy’s vast chest, to better enjoy the man’s wonderful body, all of it, his pecs, his cock, and… his eyes! Conroy’s caring gaze was focused on the boy without ever leave him, to check him, to assess his pleasure, to spot possible signs of distress.
“There’s nothing sexier than a powerful man like you taking tender care of his boy…!” – Glen said with coarse voice. Conroy smiled and reached out to Glen’s cock, to stroke it in earnest: “Then show me how much you like it, boy… Cum for me… Let me see your boyish seed gushing freely from your beautiful cock!”
“Ggghh… I thought you’d never ask! AAAAGGHH!!!” – Glen screamed loud, bucking hard in the throes of the climax. His cock, locked into Conroy’s powerful grip, shot a long volley of creamy juice that splatted on Glen’s chin and neck, followed by many others that drenched the boy’s hairless torso.
“Yeah, kid! I’m going to fill you to the brim! OOOHH… NNNNGGHH!!!”
Master Conroy shoved his cock deep into Glen’s hole and flooded it with his thick man juice, while Glen couldn’t stop moaning and staring at the man with adoring eyes.
They looked intensely into each other’s eyes, until they were distracted by a movement in the room and remembered they were not alone. “Oh, Shay!” – Conroy said, recoiling and stepping out of the bed – “I… I’m afraid I got a bit carried away… I’m usually not this rough…”
“You’re my hero…” – Shay interrupted him, looking tenderly at his father – “You were my hero when I was a child, and you still are. I wish I can be like you, one day, as you are everything a man should be: tender, strong, powerful and caring. Thinking about it, these are the same qualities that make a man a wonderful dad.”
Master Conroy didn’t expect such deep words of affection and flung his arms around his boy: “And I hope to never let you down like I’ve done so many times, son.”
Shay held him tight for a while, and then gently pushed him away, giggling: “Enough of pressing your naked member dripping sperm on my crotch, now, if you don’t mind…!”
-~~~≈≈≈ooOoo≈≈≈~~~-
In the next chapter: Lost Cousin Drake reveals to the Cousinhood his past and invites them to witness his Trial of Submission. While he gets ready, the former Great-Uncle Randel is given the chance to dramatically prove his own Submission and his sincere will to repent and follow the path to the Holy Fountain.
Footnotes and references:
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