Blessed by a Priest – Part of the Groomed at young age series

I was old enough now to be a member of the CYO club at the local Catholic Parish where young teens hangout. It was in his office that he blessed me.

The CYO stands for the Catholic Youth Organization, and it was located between the church and the grade school. Connecting the two structures was the gymnasium where the club was located off to the side in a large connecting room large enough to fit 2 regulation billiard tables and 2 ping pong tables. There were also tables and chairs and benches throughout the room to sit and hang out or play cards or board games. The priest’s office was to the immediate right side of the room as you entered the club door from the gym. Off to one corner was a stereo player with a turntable, and we were able to bring whatever ⁴ or 45’s we wanted to hear. Connected to the stereo were 4 speakers about 2’x1′ that hung on the walls of each corner of the room. The sound of music could be heard throughout the entire room.

This one particular night, the priest stepped out of his office and looked around the room. I was wondering what or who he was looking for or what he was looking at. I was sitting by the wall bench where the furthest pool table was located from his office. As our eyes met, he signaled with his hand to come over. As I approached, he’d he signaled me to enter the room by tipping his head towards the room. As I entered, he closed and locked the door behind him. He stood there for a second or two and kind of looked me over. I was staring up at this over 6 foot, salt and pepper haired man, with glasses and a slim body, and just wondered why he called me into the office and locked the door. Did he find out about the long nosed Italian 20 yr old that had been fucking me? All sorts of things began running through my mind during those few seconds.

He told me to sit as he went over to his desk and sat in his chair. At this point, I was nervous about where this was heading. And then he asked the question… ” Have you seen Louis around lately?” (The names of individuals will be fictitious to protect those involved in my true life experiences). I felt my skin go cold. I’m certain my color went pale for a bit giving myself away to the question at hand. I told him the truth. “Yea, I saw Louis and the guys the other night at rehearsal.” So you’re still playing with them?”, “Besides playing rhythm quitar Louis and I switch now and then and I’ll drum while he takes a brake.” Then he throws me a curve… “is that all you been doing?”
It was just a general question with no specifics but I knew where he was going with it. So I stated that dad had me busy playing janitor for him and taking care of the building trash cans insuring all was in order to avoid any city fines for unsantized conditions. He seemed to accept my response but the look in his eye said differently. It was all true though. I was helping dad maintain the apartment building he owned by taking care of the trash and insuring the floors on all 4 levels were swept and mopped.

His next question really threw me off and I was uncertain how to respond to it initially. “So what do you think about masterbation?” “What?”, was my reply and he said, “you heard me, what do you think of masterbating, is it a sin or not?” I just said that I didn’t know but he wasn’t satisfied with that, he wanted an answer. I told him I wasn’t sure, to be honest. He responded in return by asking me if I masterbate. I must’ve dwelled too long, and he called me out on it. “So what is it? Do you or don’t you?” I was embarrassed talking to a priest about sex and did not find it appropriate but I told him yes, that I did masterbate. I’m certain I was blushing to some degree.I could feel the warmness on my face. “That wasn’t so bad. Now I ask you again, is it a sin or not? I said that I wasn’t sure. So he set out to help me figure it out by asking, “Let’s look at it this way. If you think it’s a sin, then in your heart, it’s a sin but if you do not think it’s a sin, then it is not a sin in your heart.”
“Does that help clarify it some to you” he asked. So he asked me again what is it then in my eyes, sin or not? I finally told him in the form of a question, “not a sin?” As human beings we have natural needs and that’s acceptable to satisfy those bodily needs. Then he adds, “but in your mind and heart, if you felt it was a sin, then to you it is a sin”. To be totally honest with you, I was confused with the whole thing.

At this point he wants me to stand up for him and turn around. As I begin to turn he tells me to stop just as my back side is turned towards him. Then he asks me to bend over and stay that way. In my mind I’m wondering why he has me doing this but I was brought up to respect authority figures and not to question them. To do as you’re told. Being a priest I never imagined what was on this man’s mind at that moment. About 30 or 40 seconds later he told me to stand up straight again and to turn around. Then he makes a total shocker of a statement to me. “Undo your pants for me”. “Huh?” “Your pants, undo them, and let them drop to the floor.” I was totally confused at this point. Half my mind is telling me to get the hell out of there, and the other half is curious as to where all this was going. Curiosity won, and I dropped my pants. Then it was my underwear… and I dropped them too.

I noticed that he was now starting to grope his penis every so often. He told me to turn around and to bend over. I did it without question. While bent over I noticed that my insides were now beginning to warm up and churning. When he told me to stand up and turn around I noticed a large bulge in his groin area and he was squeezing it through his pants. I’m certain he saw me looking at it and told me to come closer to him so he can feel my butt cheeks. He ran his hand up and down my butt cheeks and commented on their smoothness. At this point I realized that his cock was hard and very stiff. He asked me if I wanted to see it and I just shrugged my shoulders. He proceeded to unzip and pull his cock out. It was a very decent size and thickness, about close to 8 inches. Its mushroom head was overly large as well. I was becoming more aroused and felt my penis begin to enlarge. As he noticed my cock getting hard, he told me, “by the look of your cock, I can tell you’re enjoying looking at mine.” As he said this he reached for my cock and began stroking it. He asked me if I was enjoying him stroking me and I nodded my head that I was. With his other hand he began groping my butt cheeks. A couple minutes of this and he then wet the fingers of the hand groping my butt cheeks with his saliva and started fingering my butt hole. He asked if I was comfortable with him fingering me, and I said it was ok.

“I may be a priest, but I am a man with needs just like you”, he started saying. “You’re an Angel sent to help me with my needs.” While he was telling me this he was digging 2 fingers into my butt hole and holding on to my cock.I slightly bent over to allow him more access to my boy pussy and he took notice and let go of my cock and told me to bend over on his desk. Now he sat on his chair right behind me and with both his hands began spreading my cheeks to expose my hole. He commented that it still looked tight even though I’ve been fucked by a few men already. He then wanted to know how many men have been in my beautiful boy pussy. I told him I wasn’t sure but that it was a few. By this time, I had been fucked by 7 men, each of which had me more than once and some for several months or longer. He asked me if Louis has been completely inside me and I told him that he is still working it to get it all inside me. I was surprised at myself that I was sharing this with him but at that moment I didn’t care. I was horny and getting even hornier. Louis has a big cock and very thick. Just as big as the priest’s or even bigger. Apparently the priest had an idea I had been had by Louis, and he wanted me to know that he was familiar with Louis’s dick.

He asked me if I would be his Angel and help him with his needs. I said ok, and he embraced me as I lay bent over his desk and said, “may you be blessed my son for helping me release my sacred seed.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and was kinda freaking out. He asked me to take his cock in my mouth and suck it and I agreed. I went down on my knees and began taking him in my mouth. As I began sucking he commented, “oh…my son, you are so good at this. You definitely are an Angel sent to serve my needs”. I was able to get about 3 inches or slightly more inside my mouth. His mushroom head was too big and was getting more difficult to take him any deeper. I had my mouth as wide open as I could get it. He tried forcing a bit more in my mouth and I began gasping for air as the mushroom head totally blocked my airway. He grabbed my head with his hands and began to fuck my mouth with in and outward strokes in a steady pace. I couldn’t do anything since he had a good hold of me and I just had to kneel there and take it. After about 10 minutes, he told me to get up and bend over on his desk. He took out a tube of some kind of lubricant from one of the desk drawers and squeezed some on my boy pussy and spread it in and around my hole and spread some on his dick.

I prepared myself to feel his dick enter me. It was a good size if you recall me mentioning it earlier. As he entered my boy hole, I felt it spreading the rim of my hole and enter my warm and moist boy pussy. He continue pushing deeper into me until I began experiencing pressure at the inner ring known as the inner sphincter. It was beginning to push through it and causing me to moan from the pain as it stretched it to accommodate the priest’s large mushroom head. He must have thought the moaning was from pleasure as he told me, “sounds like you’re enjoying my dick inside you” and he proceeded to push it in further and increasing his momentum, in and out of my boy pussy. I told him that it was causing more pain than pleasure to please not go into me any deeper. He backed off some and told me he’ll go easier but that he wanted to try and get it all inside me. He said, “l only have about a couple inches to go. I’ll get it all in before long and l know you will like it, my son.”

He continued fucking me and as I became accustomed to his depth and the pain subsided he increased deeper into me until I could feel his balls slapping against my ball sack. He did it. He had put his entire huge dick inside me and I was feeling every inch of him, especially that large mushroom head. He continued fucking me and increasing his momentum. His breathing was getting heavier and then he began groaning and moaning and he sanked his dick harder into me. Grabbing my hips from both sided and pulling me into his dick as he thrust it as deep as he could take it. I was feeling the pain of each thrust into me but the pleasurable sensations driving through me over came the pain. It’s what I have come to describe today as my pain-pleasure syndrome…LOL. It hurt with each hard and deep thrust he gave me but it also felt really good inside me as well. His moaning cease and he began breathing forcefully through his teeth as a runner would while attempting to control his breathing and he told me he was cumming. His dick was so tight in me that I actually felt it pulsating as it released its seed inside me. The priest kept pumping his dick into me and filling my boy pussy. He started to bless me… “oh my beautiful child, you are now fully blessed and will carry my seed inside you.” He continued saying, “You were wonderful and really have a beautiful love hole. I must continue vesting you my child. Will you permit me to bless you with my seed again?” I looked at him and shrugged my shoulders and said, “ok, when…” He told me he’ll let me know.

I dressed and as I left his office I felt a gap in my butt hole. The priest had opened up my boy pussy and now felt
empty. I went back over to the far pool table and inquired who had the next game. Everything was as before. No one asked me anything about why the priest called me into his office. As I looked around everyone was doing their own thing. It was like I never left or had missed a thing.

The priest did me a couple more times after that. I couldn’t take the wacked out way he kept calling son, or child, and for that matter, blessing me with his seed whether I swallowed it or he bred me with it. It just freaked me out. Couldn’t do it anymore. Maybe it was the guilt feelings of what I was doing with a priest.

I hope you enjoy this one as all the others I’ve written before.

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