I knelt before Father Scott, and there on my knees, I began my real work. My
mouth enveloped the holy man's thick, uncut cock and he let out quiet moans and
growls, letting me know it was what he both wanted and needed. He had me bend
over at the end of the bed and he spread my ass cheeks with his hands, letting
his fingers prod my opening before bringing his bulbous cockhead to it. He used
spit to let it pop in, then slid in as slowly as he could muster. But I could
tell he was ready to go to town. He tried for a slow build up, but it wasn't
long before he was pounding anyway he wanted; he stopped only briefly to taste
me and lube up even more. He had me lay on the bed and looked me straight in the
eyes as he slid his rigid meat back inside me. I was rock-hard as he pumped in
and out of me. I could feel him throbbing and pulsing with each thrust. Almost
unwittingly, but much to his excitement, I lost control and blew my load all
over my belly. This sent him over the edge, and he howled as he pulled out of my
chute and blew his load all over my cock and empty balls. He kissed me one last
time, and upon both of us redressing, he caressed me and kissed me softly before
giving me a blessing before sending me on my way.
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