"Fr.Joe" (Part 3) (Adult friends)

After the last Sunday Mass, Fr. Joe and I drove up to the
country, to spend a few days at his cabin. The cabin was on property owned by
Fr. Joe, and we were miles from the nearest neighbor, which suited both of us
fine. Once up there, before we even unpacked, Fr. Joe told me to sit in one
of the rustic wooden chairs on the porch. He sat beside me on another, and
asked to hear my confession. As I confessed my various sins, I could see Fr.
Joe's eyes narrow behind his bifocals as he glowered at me, and I could also
see a growing bulge behind the fly of his black clerical trousers. When I
have finished, Fr. Joe sighs and glowers at me, like a stern dad about to
punish his delinquent son. Fr. Joe tells me I must be punished for my sins,
and he orders me to follow him to the "Tree Of Discipline".
The old tree, partially
leaning over, is silently awaiting my well-deserved punishment at Fr. Joe's
priestly hands. First, I am ordered to drop my pants and shorts. When they
are down around my shoes, my huge nine-inch cock swings out, the angry head
slick with lube. I am then pushed against the tree, and my hands and ankles
are restrained with old rope. Fr. Joe goes into the cabin, and then comes
back with a willow switch, the gnarled twigs bunched together looking
menacing as all hell. "NOW YOU MUST SUFFER THE SWITCH FOR YOUR SINS, MY
SON!!", Fr. Joe growls. With that, he starts switching my bare, round ass,
the willow switches lighting a fire to my quivering corporate asscheeks.
THIP THIP THIP THIP THIP THIP
THIP THIP THHHIIPP THHHIIPPP THHHIIPPP THIP THIP THIP I cry loudly as Fr.
Joe switches my ass with a vengence; no one is around to hear. The switches
attack my ass, which feels as though a swarm of bees is attacking it. Fr. Joe
angrily recites Scriptures as he continues to throughly thrash my flaming,
raw ass. My hard cock is rubbing against the coarse bark of the old tree,
streams of lube drooling over the bark.
Soon, my ass is crisscrossed with hot, angry
red stripes. Fr. Joe decides I have suffered for my sins, and now will annoit
my sinning flesh. He drops the switch, and unzips his black pants. He pulls
out his angry, drooling, bone-hard dick and starts to rub it all over my
well-switched, blazing ass. I wince as his lube-slick dong grinds against my
tortured assflesh. Fr. Joe is again chanting in Latin as he humps my
red-striped buns harder. Groaning loudly, Fr. Joe's hairy old balls explode,
and his huge load of priestly spooge sprays all over my sore, flaming rear. I
hear him grunting as his cock continues to whitewash my well-switched
corporate ass. I feel my own balls about to explode.

Fr. Joe massages his soothing cum into the flesh of my blistered buns, and
then he releases me from my restrainsts. He quickly spins me around, drops to
his knees, and goes down on my huge, drooling horsecock. My head is spinning,
in total blinding ecstacy, as this balding little priest, my best friend and
my lover, gives me a hot, sloppy blowjob. All too soon, my aching balls boil
over, and my hands hold tight to Fr. Joe's head. His small hands rub and
squeeze my sore, cum-sticky buns as he swallows my hot cum-load; gob after
gob of hot, thick Catholic cum sliding down his throat, filling his hot moth,
dribbling down onto his black shirt. When finally the last of my hot cum has
been drained from my nuts, Fr. Joe stands up, and kisses me, my tongue
tasting my hot load in his mouth. At moments like this, the deep and loving
bond between us is so tangible that it can practically be seen and felt.
Now, I pull up my pants and shorts over my sore, red,
cum-sticky butt as I watch Fr. Joe drop his black clerical trousers and his
briefs. Now, I bind Fr.
Joe to the punishment tree, his stubby cock against the cum-sticky bark. His
bare, smallish ass gets my cock twitching again, and I pick up the
willow-bough switch. "FR. JOSEPH, YOU ARE A PRIEST, BUT HAVE SINNED AND MUST
BE PUNISHED FOR YOUR WICKED ACTIONS", I growl. I pull back my arm, and start
switching Fr. Joe's vunerable, pale little ass.
THIP THIP THIP THIP THIP TTHHHIIPPP TTTHHIIPPP
TTTHHIPPP THIP THIP THIP THIP THIIIPPP TTHHIIPPP The balding, bespectacled
little priest cries out loudly as the coarse switches assault his pale,
quivering little rear. I can see him grinding his hard priestly pud against
the rough bark of the tree, his little buns now twin orbs of red-striped
manflesh. Again and again, I switch the little priest's ass. and by now he is
in tears as I had been earlier, tears of pain, humiliation, and masculine
ecstacy. Then I throw down the switch, but instead of cumming all over his
red-striped ass I had done to him, I release him, and then I drop my pants
and shorts and bend over a broken section of split-rail fence. I hear Fr. Joe
spit into his hand, and then he lubes up that stubby, steel-hard dick of his,
and slams it into my waiting ass. I groan loudly as the priest's pounding
prick spears my tight hole, and, soon enough, his balls are slapping noisily
against my sore, sticky buns as he rams my butt like a madman.

His invading cock is slamming into my humming prostate,
his hand furiously pumping my rock-hard cock, as I gyrate my blistered
corparate ass, urging him on. All too soon, both of us approach yet another
nut-bustin' orgasm. Growling in Latin, Fr. Joe's nuts blow, and I feel his
hard shaft throb in my tight, sweaty ass, his hot, thick Catholic cum
splattering deep between my tortured assglobes. His expert hand has brought
me to the brink as well, and as I moan and curse, my fat, thick nine-inch
horsecock explodes in Fr. Joe's pumping hand, gobs of hot jizz flooding his
hand. Fr. Joe collapse on my back, and I feel his cock soften in
my worn-out ass. He slowly pulls out, and I hear him pull up his briefs and
pants. I straighten up and do the same, Fr. Joe's hot cum drippling out of my
abused ass, staining the seat of my boxers. We again embrace, hug, kiss, and
fondle one another, knowing that with each passing day, our love for each
other only grows deeper. As we walk back to the cabin, my hand gently
squeezes Fr. Joe's little ass through the seat of his black trousers. Yes, I
was looking forward to another few days of bieng with Fr. Joe.........THE
END!! Hope you guys enjoyed Part 3!!
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