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Subject: Catholic Boy in Alabama 1 (Gay / Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/MM) Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/MM This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between a consenting underage boy and an adult male. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Copyright 2022 Wolf, all rights reserved. You may contact me at ail if you like. All flames will be ignored. Catholic Boy in Alabama 1 By Wolf My parents were devout members of an Alabama Catholic Church. There are only three Catholic Churches and the Arch-Diocese in the State. It is not easy to be Catholic in the deep south. My parents had a number of children and I was one of the older boys. I was all of twelve-years-old when everything changed for me. I was a chubby, potbellied five-foot four-inch, round faced, light blond-haired boy with blue eyes behind thick glasses. I was shy and took a lot of abuse from my classmates. I counted the only other chubby classmate as my friend. One afternoon my mother caught me sucking Eddy’s little penis in my room. She flew into a rage, screamed at Eddy to leave. Then she laid into me with a belt. When father got home, she told him everything and they flipped out. He was quoting the Bible while laying the rod to my butt, They were members of the parish council, so they dragged me to see the priest of the church and told him that I was in the grips of the devil and had caught me having homosexual sex with one of my classmates. The priest was about forty-years-old, with salt and pepper hair. He was five-feet eight-inches tall and had an average build. He told my parents that I had a demon in me, and he would take me under his wing to expel the demon from me. He also wanted me to be homeschooled. My parents were thrilled to get their gay son out of the house for fear that I might infect my brother and sister, so my parents were happy to as he asked. He took me back to his little rectory house owned by the Arch Dioceses. He told me the only way to get rid of a gay demon was to give it all the sex it wanted, then he could drive it out of you. I was young and brainwashed by my parents and the church, so I trusted him. He instructed me to remove my clothes as soon as we were indoors. I was terribly shy about exposing my chubby body. But I followed his instructions and removed all of my clothes. I stood there in front of him trying to hide my little penis behind my hands. (My dick was small like 3 inches bursa escort hard and 2 inches soft.) It shocked me when he pulled his dick out and told me to suck it, and swallow his ‘holy seed’ to help fight the demon. Of course, I sucked his dick (5 inches hard and average thickness with trimmed pubes). Later that night he took me into his room and “prepared my butthole for his blessed dick.” That night he took me to bed with him and started working his fingers into my butthole and it was a bit ruff because I had never had a full-grown finger or dick in me. As soon as I got used to his fingers in my ass, he had me assume the doggy position and he placed his hands on my hips and inserted his 8-inch, thick cock into my asshole. It was painful that first time. Once he deposited cum in me, he assured me that his ‘holy seed’ would start cleansing my soul. When he pulled his cock out of me, he told me to take hold of my dick and masturbate myself until I cum. He claimed that would help purge the demon from my body. It became my normal duty to suck him off before conducting mass and lessened to confessions. In the evenings when we went to bed, he would breed me doddy style while he would pull my hair back while he fucked me. He even had me grow my hair out to shoulder length. He eventually had me wear sexy ladies’ lingerie before started breeding me in the missionary position. I would masturbate until I would squirt cum on my face and belly It quickly became the daily norm, wake up, suck his cock, jackoff, eat breakfast, brush my teeth, do my school work, watch TV or play a video game (I was allowed to bring my Super Nintendo from home) until the priest would come back, we would eat dinner, take showers, have the priest fuck me, and go to bed. I had my own room in the rectory, but it was just easier for me to share the king-sized bed with father John. A couple weeks after school started Father John brought back another priest who was about his age with mostly grey hair. He stood about six-foot tall and was skinny. I was shocked when he walked in, and I tried to hide my junk from him and cover up my nakedness. He smiled and told me: “There isn’t any need to be shy, we are all a like in God’s eyes. Father John called me over and introduced me to Father Matthew and before I could say anything, he asked: “Are you the boy with the gay demon inside you?” I nodded affirmatively to the question, and he just smiled before telling me: “We will work together at getting the demon out of you!” I didn’t understand at first why he would say we, but I quickly figured it out when he dropped his pants to the floor. His dick was bursa escort bayan about six-inches long with grey pubes around it, and his dick curved a little to the left. He reached over and put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees as he told me: “Open your mouth to receive my ‘holy seed.’ I knew what he wanted, so I reached out and wrapped my hand around his dick, and moved my head forward taking as much of his cock into my mouth. He let out a moan once my lips closed around his dick, and said “Praised be to Jesus, let this demon out”. I sucked on his dick using what skill I had learned from suck on Father John’s dick. It didn’t take long before I had a mouthful of “hold seed”. He demanded that I swallow his seed, then Father John stepped up with his dick out. I worked on his dick until he came in my mouth, and like many previous times before I drank his cum. Father John told me: “Go back to your TV shows, while we wait for the nun to bring us our food. The nun didn’t know anything about me living with father John, and never did. The rectory was secluded from the rest of the parish buildings. Very few parish members even knew that the house belonged to the church. People had to make reservations by phone to see Father John, and very few were allowed to enter the rectory. J spent most of my time there by myself. I was always happy to receive dinner from one of the nuns or whoever cooked the dinners was an excellent cook. The three of us ate at the small dining room table, and both men talked to each other throughout the meal. The only time they included me in the conversation was when Father John asked if I finished my school work. Once dinner was finished, I took the plates to the sink, and washed them. It was one of my chores I had to do, as well as mopping the kitchen floor, dusted, and vacuumed the carpet. Once I finished washing the dishes, it was time for my shower. I always took a long time in the shower, so I could enjoy the feeling of the hot water cascading down my body. I didn’t have a time limit like I did at my parent’s house. At their house the hot water would run out with 2 or 3 people left to bathe. I never enjoyed cold showers. I dried off with a bath towel, and was called into Father John’s room. I saw both men sitting naked on the bed waiting for me. Father Matthew patted the bed between them and Father John. So, I sat down between them. Father Matthew put his hand on my thigh and said: “We have mixed it up so the demon is caught off guard.” I nodded that I understood like the dumb kid I was. Father Matthew smiled as he stood up. He told me: “Get on escort bursa the bed on all fours like I do with Father John. Of course, I did as told, as Father John got out the bottle of lubricant. I felt the cold lube being dribbled around my asshole, and then he inserted some of the lube inside my sphincter and colon to make sure I was ready to receive their holy tools. Father Matthew told me to focus my eyes on the crucifix on the wall, as he moved behind me. I felt his slightly wider dick slide with ease into my ass. Father John’ s efforts had loosened my sphincter up for some days. I couldn’t help but let out a moan as I sucked air because of the discomfort. Father Matthew chuckled at my obvious discomfort. He said: “The demon loves this!” Then he grabbed my hips and drove his cock deep into my ass. Father John wasn’t much of a talker during sex, but Father Matthew was defiantly was vocal during sex. He was saying things like “demon be gone”, or bible quotes. He was also a bit rougher with me, but that just made me moan more from pleasure. It didn’t take long until I could tell that his “holy seed” was being discharged into my colons. I didn’t get much time to recover because Father John replaced Father Matthew as soon as he pulled out. Father John was gentler when it came to fucking, so it was like having the headliner band after the opening band. Father John came quickly to me. I could feel how full I was from them both. I laid there for a moment letting my throbbing ass calm down, but I was ordered to flip over by Father John. I did as I was told and all three saw my dick was hard. Both men just smiled at the sight of my ridged little cock-let. Of course, they told me that was the demon wanting out, and told me to jerk off. I feverishly jerked off in front of both men until my-cum shot out in squirts to arch up and landed from my belly to my face. I was told by both of them to go clean up after I finished cumming. I took my second shower of the night to clean the cum from my body. It was a weird feeling having their-cum dripping out of my asshole. I tried to get as much of their- cum out of my asshole by using the hand-held nozzle with the full force spray directly up my anus. Later that night it was still leaking out of mt anus. I spent the rest of the night feeling it slowly run down my legs, and woke up the next morning with dried cum on my body and bed sheet. I had breakfast as Father Matthew got ready to leave. When he called me into the living room, he smiled at me and told me this wasn’t the last time we will meet, and told me to keep up with my school work. I have to admit that I loved the feelings they had given me. I still am a horny cock hound. 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