Sex Is Divine And Nobody Is Immune From The Surging Urge
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By: W. A. Chohan Father Rynski knew, it was going to be one massive headache. Today had been quite an active day at St. Claire’s High School for boys, where he was Dean of Students. As he closed his eyes he could feel every one of his life of 39 years. Most days Father Rynski enjoyed his work but today had been filled with meetings and problems and he just wanted it to end. Just then the intercom on his desk buzzed and Brother Jacob’s voice broke through, “Father, Raul and Travis are here”. Hearing this brought a smile to the Father’s face. He had a special place in his heart for the two 10th grader young men; maybe it was a special place in his loins. Father Rynski had gone to seminary right after his high school education, partly to please his devout mother and partly to fight the urges he was feeling toward his male friends. But as he sat here twenty years later those desires has not died. He was able to keep his desires in check most of the time, not to say there had not been indiscretions, but Raul and Travis had a special kind of power over him. It wasn’t just that they were attractive young men, they were sophomores and roommates. Raul had dark Latino good looks. Tall, slim body with Jet black hair with deep brown eyes and a deep tan complexion and Travis the farm boy was even an inch taller, very fit and had fair skin, white blond hair and sparkling blues eyes. In appearance they could not be more different from one another but one exception. Both young men had full round bubble butts so large that if one didn’t know exactly they would think that each man was hiding a basketball in the back of his pants. And this was Father Rynski’s ultimate weakness, men with big meaty bottoms. Both sets of elephantine buns, jiggling with each step looked mesmerizing as they walked down the school corridors. He had many a fantasies involving these two. He longed to kiss, lick and make love to those two full Fannies before bending each young man over for a good hard fucking. This of course was all fantasy but still he perked up at hearing the two young men were here. It was he who had summoned them. This had not been the first time and the problem was always the same. St. Claire’s was a respected well established school with the strictest of guidelines. Each young man was expected to follow a dress code of white front fly briefs, black nylon sock, black polished wingtips, lose fitting black trousers, white dress shirt, a burgundy blazer with a burgundy and black stripped tie. There was zero deviation in the dress code whatsoever. The problem these 2 boys had, been with their slacks. They were always way too tight hugging their enormous rumps. This was a huge conflict for Father Rynski. On one hand he enjoyed seeing this spectacular sight of the young men’s ample backsides encased in the thin material and he was also the Dean of the young Men and had to uphold the school reputation. Each time he called them in to point out their tight trousers were against the dress code they would say they were sorry and start wearing loose fitting pants for awhile but in time they would both start wearing their tight slacks once again. He was sorry to see the duo multiple times for the same discrepancy but at the same time it was his job to keep the young men in line and see that they followed the rules. Tight trousers were against the rules because of lascivious thoughts, a fact the young priest knew first hand and they needed to be chastised for this. He had heard several rumors about Raul servicing many other male school mates orally. Even anally fucking him; but these were rumors and the father had no way of making sure if they were true or not. While he had never heard anything like this about Travis he did wonder if the rumors about Raul were true and if he and Travis had ever “experimented”. This idea greatly aroused the Godly priest. In his divine wisdom father Rynski always fantasized both young men stripped naked taking turns for rimming one another or may be both busy on his christened bare bottom. He could envision Raul’s huge globes of ass flesh wrapped around Travis’s face and Travis’s eyes peeking over the young Latino’s Ass Mountains being begged to tongue him deeper in his out pushed hole; and then flipping places and Travis would ride Raul’s face with his ample treasure. Father Rynski had to come back to reality as two boys were about to enter. He adjusted his growing sainthood under his robe just as the door opened, Raul & Travis entered looking even sexier. Father put on his most serious face as the two stood before his desk, hands clasped behind them and heads hung low. “You two are in trouble again for breaking the dress code; your pants are obscenely tight. I want you both to remove your jackets and hang them on the back of my door.” The boys heard devout orders and it was done without a word. Father Rynski watched with delight as both boys’ pants stretched tight over inflated rump. Both youths returned to their original position in front of the father’s desk. Father Rynski stood and circled the two. He came to a stop behind them licking his lips he said, “Hands at your sides.” Both obeyed and the father took in the most amazing sight. Never had there been two other such perfect butts present in his office. So full and round, meaty and faultless, they looked delicious. “For some reason you two insist on wearing pants that are way too tight on you. It is vulgar and unseemly the way you flaunt your bodies; you will both receive ten demerits and as reparation you will scrub my office floor with a toothbrush.” He said. “But father that’s not fair, Raul turns and explained; it really is not our fault. To be quite honest the problem seems to be that with every wash they shrink a little more. We can’t be blamed of having large buns and our pants shrink. We try to follow the rules.” “Then you may need to consider dry cleaning or buy new pants more often. This will not be tolerated. At this point you two have been here often enough to earn a spanking. I have been far too tolerant.” St. Claire’s did enforce a strict corporal punishment policy. Up until now Father Rynski had chosen not to enforce it on these two for fear of going too far if he had these large rumps in his hands. He was afraid he may not be able to stop before……. He had ugly thoughts. Now both boys knew for sure they were losing so they didn’t even fight it. Instead in unison the both decided to take whatever comes to them. Father Rynski took his seat behind his desk and pressed the intercom. “Brother Jacob, please bring me a bucket of hot soapy water, the boy’s are going to scrub my office floor and then you get Raul and Travis a new pair of slack two sizes larger than they are now wearing”. He then reached in his desk and pulled out a couple of toothbrushes and gave to boys.Brother Jacob did not take long to appear with the water and he announced to be back shortly with the pants. Father Rynski showed the spots on the floor and instructed the two young men to kneel side by side for scrubbing. Raul & Travis sank to their knees dipping their toothbrushes into the soapy water and began scrubbing the floor. Father Rynski had the perfect front row seat watching young men jiggle their large bottoms. He always loved a large bottom with bounce and he was enjoying his own private butt show. Father Rynski leaned forward for a better look licking his lips appreciating the way the black slacks hugged each curve of the young men forming to their ample posteriors like a second skin. He appreciated the strength of the stitching thread used to hold the pants together covering those cheeky mammoth backsides fighting to break free from the confines of their cotton/poly prison. The seam was stretched to the limit but did not give. Aaaahhhhhhhhh, how he wished if the thread would give way with a loud RRRIIIPPPing sound and each boy’s butt came bursting out. The full back encased in white front fly briefs and thin white cotton stretched beyond limits visibly showing the dark valley of ass crack of young boys. He loved this image to no ends. The more he fantasized the dirtier his fantasies got picturing Raul & Travis, stripped to just their thin whities staying on all fours waggling their booties sexually enticing him just wordlessly inviting him to partake of their over sized rear ends. He imagined Raul reaching back and seductively caressing his own bubble butt like a cheap slut looking for attention and with that his fantasies got even worse as now he imagined young boys completely naked, still on all fours. Both were looking back at him, biting and licking their young sweet lips waiting for Father’s approval and go ahead moaning loudly. Noble man even imagined Renee running his finger along his own crack and slipping it inside his tight young pucker as he moaned with lust. This excited Tucker who reached back and parted the young Latino’s massive butt muffins so he could better finger bang him as well. Both boys laughed as they played on the Holy Father’s floor all wet and glistening as they rolled around and their flaccid penises rubbing against one another all in his celestial fantasy with their legs spread, fat buns parted exposing tight tiny boy ass holes. Knock. Knock. Knock. The sound of Brother Jacob’s voice broke Father Rynski’s fantasies back to reality where Raul & Travis, both still clothed continued to scrub his floor with toothbrushes. The father called out for Brother Jacob to enter bringing in two new pairs of looser fitting trousers and he did and then left the room. Once Brother Jacob had departed, Father Rynski told two youngsters to stand before his desk. They did as instructed with their hands at their sides& their huge butts sticking out proudly. Father saying, “now I want you to change into these new ones right away and I’ll get rid of the offending pants.” Then he handed the pants over to the young boys anticipating to watch their brief clad butts with his own manly cock twitching and struggling under his sacred robe. Boys looked very uncomfortable, looking at each other and messaging with their eyes.”Where can we go to change into these?” Travis asked with a low tone. Crossing his arms in front of his chest the father said, “What is the big deal? We are all men. You may change right here.” “I-I-I…What I mean is…Well…I….”, Travis stuttered and stopped and looked at Raul as if for help and guidance. Raul spoke with a bit clarity, “You see, father, we are afraid that if we disrobe in front of you we will get in more trouble for our under wears as well.” Now confused Father Rynski needed to hear more. What could be the problem, he needed to know. Tell me about it. “Well, they are not regulations, rather different”. Raul explained. Father’s arms still folded, his sanctified serpent jabbing firmly on the inside of his robe and this under wear discussion with them boys exciting even greater, he said, “I’m very disappointed in you both.” “Well, we are sorry, father but what’s the harm, sir an underwear is……..” he was interrupted. “The harm, Raul, you knowingly broke the rules and what if everyone who did not agree or like the rules, broke them; there would be chaos in the world. We have these rules to teach you men to obey without question. I’m very disappointed in you both. Now remove your slacks and show me what you have as undergarments.” He ordered. The boys had no choice but to kick off their shoes and removing their black dress pants. Father Rynski watched with saintly perverted delight. The pants were so tight that it took great effort to get them down over their large round bottom. Raul’s rump was larger so it required a little more effort than Travis to peel the pants from his fat butt struggling and wiggling the plump posterior and then both stood before the priest’s desk hands at sides. Their shirt tails were long enough to drape over their large rear ends and conceal the underpants. The pious father attempting to hide his arousal and looking austerely, almost yelled to lift those shirt tails and show him the under wears. Both Raul & Travis looking slightly uncomfortable but they obeyed as told and raised their shirts for Father Rynski’s inspection. The benevolent eyes popped out of the sockets seeing so small and scant sight from behind. Their bottoms were so large and the briefs so small that their flabby soft young ass flesh spilled from the leg bands of the minuscule briefs. Travis was in a pair of CK orange Mini Cheek Briefs dipped low in front and his neatly groomed pubes out the top. Impressive it was, the devout man of God thought but the boy’s back impressed him even more; intimidating thong buried deep between the youth’s big bouncy buttocks. Ohhhh! he longed to reach out and touch those big blubber flesh buns. Then Raul, his briefs were just as offensive maybe more with the extra size to his buns. Black with orange trim and plastered with little white skulls and crossbones. Nothing could be more wild and reckless for a boy in a religious school for sure. Reverent gasped as he saw this but worse than that was the size of the briefs. Raul’s ample back side oozed from the little briefs covering less than exposed. Noble Father shaking his head in disbelief, torn between the thoughts to fall to his knees for worshipping the naughty bottom or just to give it a nice tongue bath and needed kneading. But he remained composed standing behind and adjusting his now dripping cock between his legs. The moral man walked around to face the bois and spoke, “what in the name of heaven your briefs are saying about you, ‘I’m a slut’? I’m very disappointed in you both. You look like a couple of whores not students at a religious school”. Though immaculately aroused, Father Rynski kept the stern look on his face announcing 10 demerits and a punishment of discipline by lashing with cane stick for those larger, plump bottoms bent over his desk side by side after removing ties and shirts as well. “Are you serious father, we together side by side totally naked with undies on only” asked Travis. Mock anger flashed in the priest’s blessed eyes as he looked at Tucker saying, “enough of your questions. You have no problem strutting wiggling your fat butt in tight pants and slutty underwear that resemble panties yet you are too embarrassed to have your buddy see you get punished. You will obey now or lashes will double and demerits too. Understood?” Terrorized , scared and humiliated Travis shook his head yes, his full blond hair falling into his eyes as he did so and his meagerly voice asking for the forgiveness from the divine father. They both removed their shirts and ties quickly and bended over the desk with large asses aimed high in the air skyward cascading out from the tiny briefs. Celestial Father Rynski stood back a while deciding to use his Holy hands on those ample boy meat to administer the discipline as well as to get the feel of those two fine fat asses in his hand. Raul on the left had his tiny skull and cross bone briefs wedged between his ample buns, ass fat spilling out. Father Rynski raised his hand high and brought it down fast. CRACKKKKKKKK!!! The sound of flesh on flesh reverberated through the small office and Raul yelled out. The father’s large pink hand print decorated the young Latino’s full tan buttock. Next he moved over to Travis raising his hand again and bringing it down on his large left buttock stamping milky white flesh. Travis yelled at the stinging in his bottom. Now he too had a large pink hand print on his creamy white bottom that spilled from his little orange Mini Cheek Briefs. The priest stood back to admire his handy art work. Now it was time to get serious. Father Rynski got behind the two and started working his way on the tandem pair. First Raul’s left cheek then right, then Travis’s left cheek, followed by the right. Each hefty buttock quivered with each slap and shivered like molded jelly long after. Then the priest started back at the beginning and worked his way over and over. Both young men, though very strong in mid teen years, were yelling out in pain and begging for mercy like two wayward street boys. The noble father enjoyed the sight of the two gargantuan booties turning pink and he loved the way they jiggled. It was Raul who first called out to stop, but soon Travis was calling it out too. Father Rynski continued spanking their blubber butts as the two continued oouuughs and aahhhhhs in unison as if it were a Hail Mary chanting over and over to ease the pain of their large stinging bottoms somehow. The spanking went on as the two plump rear ends turned a bright glowing red and there was no way that Brother Jacob was missing the distinct sounds of spanking or the pleas for mercy coming from inside the deity’s room . Raul wiggled his big booty much more trying to get away from the father’s righteous hand which further pulled up the scant little skull briefs higher on those large buns exposing even more of his bare flesh than before. Finally Holy Father stopped and stood back loving the sight before him, two large young bottoms spanked beet red almost bleeding. He licked his lips and rubbed his heavenly crotch absentmindedly. “Okay you two may stand now”. Both young men stood rubbing their deep hurting hides. Father Rynski sneered liking the sight of these two sexy young men feeling up their super sized asses. He walked around to the front of his desk saying, “I hope you learned your lesson. Even if you don’t understand the rules but still you are expected to follow them. Now you will wear regulation underpants going forward and loose fitting slacks. As I said before you will both receive 10 demerits in your file as well”. Both boys hung their heads in shame, looking down Raul noticed something. He noticed that the front of Father Rynski’s robe was bulging, bulging as if he was hiding something huge, might be a huge erect cock. Everything came into focus for him instantly. No science to understand, Father Rynski sure had enjoyed seeing their big bottoms bent over the desk in the scant little undies. He knew that the divine priest was aroused at the way his and Travis’s large bottoms palpitated and quivered as he spanked them. And he knew that he could use this as a way to work off the demerits. Boldly he looked Father in his eyes and said, “maybe we can find a way to work off those demerits, father?” Father Rynski looked at Raul with confusion, so did Travis but Raul continued to speak, “I kind’ a know you enjoyed the ass show father”. He pointed to the heaven blessed crotch of the gracious priest as he said this, pushing out like the center boom of a tent, which one is more arousing mine or his, he pointed to Travis extremely nasty. Man of God getting the best looks at the both plump red meat backsides. Travis’s popping out the orange mini Cheek Briefs and Raul’s spilling from the rebellious skull and cross bone briefs, nothing could be more challenging to Godly father and inviting for sin. Father Rynski was speechless. Then Raul turned back to face him and Travis followed his lead. “Here’s my proposal, father”, continued Raul. “You obviously enjoyed this whole encounter. We’ll keep your secret. In exchange we will give you a blow job and you won’t give us any demerits. Deal”? It was Travis who spoke up next, “No way Raul. I’m not gay. I’m not sucking anybody.” “No one will ever know”, reasoned Raul. Father Rynski’s head was spiraling as he heard all this. He couldn’t believe his ears, a blow job from these two fat assed young boys, one of his wildest fantasies he never thought coming true but he liked the sound of it. He knew the expression, now or never and had the complete comprehension also. He knew this may be his chance to live out one of his real fantasies. He knew it was wrong but the urge and hallow of joy was more powerful knowing what did he have to lose. “Okay, but”, he said pointing to Raul, “one slight change, you suck my dick and let Travis eat your fat ass out.” Neither young boys had ever heard Holy Father speak like this before and were shocked. A dirty smirk crossed Raul’s face as he readily agreed but Travis was playing hard to get waving his hands, refusing to lick Raul’s bottom. Raul had to pull him to the side, speaking in hushed tone but still enough for the nobility to hear almost clearly, “Come on, Travi, it’s not that you have never done this before. Why you are refusing knowing well with 10 demerits each we both can be expelled from school ruining our lives. Sssshhhh suddenly Travis jumped, that was just between us and you said you’d never tell anyone. I am not gay you know it but you give the best blow job than any girl I know and you would not blow me if I didn’t eat your ass. I am always so horny, my balls were aching big and swollen with the Cum load. Father Rynski smiled to himself, his solid cock jumped inside the robe now knowing for sure, it was no rumor; Raul did service his classmates sexually. Raul’s image as a cock slut excited the priest yet more making his staff do acrobats imagining himself stripped naked in a circle jerk over Raul with lot of his classmates, also naked. Raul going from cock to cock sucking, taking load after load as still others stroked and came all over him, coating him like a glazed donut. Holy Father was brought back to reality as he listened in on the conversation unfolding before him. Why don’t you realize Travi, no one will know this either. It is only like from our lips to God’s years. I don’t know about you but I am not getting kicked out. And you decide for yourself. Travis blushed hearing Raul, rimming Raul’s brown Latino Gay ass opposite being kicked out of school. Raul’s ass was so big and round that it actually resembled a woman’s he could just pretend as always and he nodded his head, I’ll do it. Raul flashed a huge smile at his friend. Fuck this was gonna be hot. Father Rynski looked at the two youngsters ordering them to be naked. Remove those slutty shameless underpants, they heard authority say. Travis looked at Raul for approval. Raul just nodded yes. Both wiggled their large asses out of the tiny undergarments tossing them on the floor. Travis was completely limp but Raul was semi erect. Raul walked toward Father Rynski and raised his gown and unbuttoned his black slacks underneath pushing them down with the father’s regulation white fly front briefs. Priestly full 8.5” sprang to life as Father Rynski pushed his desk chair out of the way and aimed his serpent towards Raul seated on the floor on his knees to worship the priest’s cock. Respectfully he took the celestial rod hard staff in his hands stroking it and massaging the jewels hanging low with the load of heavy cream. His huge rump was aimed skyward and toward his friend, Travis. Father Rynski looked down at Raul with lust in his eyes and a longing in his smile encouraging him to go ahead and start sucking. Raul acknowledged with eyes answering the call and bowing his head to open his mouth for reverent manhood sucking the mushroom head. Father Rynski moaned feeling the boy heat spread in his groin and threw his head back with upper body stretching back also. He was surprised to see Father Rynski had his pubes trimmed low and his nut sack shaved bald. Raul never expected this on a religious man but went down to massage those smooth nuts in his hand. Right then Travis came in too and Father ordering him to go on his knees behind Raul and get nibbling on his ass. Travis took a step forward and sank to his knees like a Christian should, harboring inspecting looks at his buddy’s fat bottom, bright red in color at the entry point. Its size and shape really resembled to a woman. In fact it very closely resembled Jane, the first girl who let Travis fuck her in the ass. Father Rynski was so glad to be right, Raul was sort of the oral and anal slut of the school but would never be known by looking at his tight fuck pucker. Travis love spanked each cheek taking the charge moving in and his tongue extended making contact with Raul’s balloon knot imagining rimming Jane. Raul moaned as Travis squeezed his ample butt cheeks and licked down the crack circling the hole with his warm wet tongue. Father looked past Raul, who was now deep throating him at Travis. The sexy blond boy was making love to his buddy’s enormous ass. Just so happened that Travis looked up over the mountains of bronze ass flesh and made eye contact with the priest. It was exactly as the father had always fantasized. The sight was incredibly hot overtaking Father Rynski in the moment; losing all sense and ordering Travis to yes, eat his bud’s ass, big ass tasting the tight hole and make him feel real good. Travis also feeling no shame never broke eye contact with the priest though the orders did shock him. Fuck, fuck fuck, much to his surprise he was hard. Travis was actually getting off rimming Raul in the resemblance to Jane or something else? He wasn’t sure but he started stroking himself. Father Rynski liked seeing the boys get into the sexual responsibilities motivating him to grab Raul by the head and start skull fucking him. Raul looked up at him in surprise, gagging on the mature priest’s cock sputtering, chocking, drooling all over his chin. Ahhhhhhhhhhh what a fucking gem of time!!!. Then it happened when Father Rynski let out a gut wrenching scream and creamed in Raul’s mouth who obediently tried to swallow it all but it was too much too fast and some spilled out the corners of his mouth and dripped from his chin. The saintly sacred cum started blasting like a missile in each part of Raul’s body making him shiver and shudder setting the cascading course and pushing him over the edge and his cock erupted all over the floor he had been scrubbing with the tooth brush not long ago. As he ejaculated his ass hole tightened and contracted silly around Travis’s tongue. Travis was stroking and lost in his thoughts about Jane Jungkurth and he too exploded on the floor as well mingling mixing with his friend’s cum. Each separating from other’s genitalia collapsed on the floor, not caring that they were lying in cum. Just feeling sexually relieved and spent Father Rynski spoke with dirty grin, I need both of you bois to dress and get back to your classes but I will be keeping a much closer watch on both of you and if I have to call you back in here ever again you’ll get more of the same. The boys jumped and dressed quickly as did Father Rynski. Then with a sly wink from Raul to the father both kids turned and stepped out leaving the sacrosanct man alone thinking it wasn’t a bad day after all. The End……………………. Feb. 21, 2015