Sex with Clergy

[TravelGuy1956]

I got picked up car cruising one night.  I actually thought the guy was an undercover cop because he was driving a big black Crown Victoria,  but he opened his drivers side door and wagged his big uncut cock, so I figured he was legit.  Back at his place, I began to wonder if I made a mistake,  his car was dull,  so were his clothes and furnishing.  I thought he would probably be dull in bed too.   We smoked a couple of joints over glasses of wine, and made small talk.  He said he was a Dr.  It was getting late and I was thinking about leaving.  Then he whipped out that cock again.  In less than 2 minutes we were naked and in bed.   He was wild,  we fucked so hard we cracked the bed frame,  that didn't stop us,  we just moved to the floor.  Next morning I asked what kind of a Dr. he was,  and he said he was a Dr. of theology,  a Priest!  We would hook up every so often over the next few years.

[DarkroomTaker]

Do Mormans count? Got my eye on 2 Morms in my area. I always stare at their crutch when talking. I am convinced Elder Ryan is hard.

[Guest]

Hot topic 

[Justaholeff]

On 3/13/2013 at 5:38 PM, Jimmy1212 said:

I had a young, freshly-minted RC priest suck me off at a urinal in a bus station bathroom when I was a teenager. Idiot had his collar on and everything. Fucking shameless ... and not much of a cocksucker as I recall either.

Me too!!!!...I was a teenager and went with an ROTC friend to watch the ROTC from my high school march in a very old public stadium...I went to the men's room that had old style latrine troughs that faced each other AND a youth pastor stood directly across from me while I pissed and he had a hard on!...long story short ..he blew me AND swallowed! How did I know he was a youth pastor....his t shirt!..the front had his title and name...the back had his church's name....oh and he was holding his bible!!!!....kinky bastard!!!...lol

[pozboy]

On 9/18/2022 at 10:05 PM, TravelGuy1956 said:

I got picked up car cruising one night.  I actually thought the guy was an undercover cop because he was driving a big black Crown Victoria,  but he opened his drivers side door and wagged his big uncut cock, so I figured he was legit.  Back at his place, I began to wonder if I made a mistake,  his car was dull,  so were his clothes and furnishing.  I thought he would probably be dull in bed too.   We smoked a couple of joints over glasses of wine, and made small talk.  He said he was a Dr.  It was getting late and I was thinking about leaving.  Then he whipped out that cock again.  In less than 2 minutes we were naked and in bed.   He was wild,  we fucked so hard we cracked the bed frame,  that didn't stop us,  we just moved to the floor.  Next morning I asked what kind of a Dr. he was,  and he said he was a Dr. of theology,  a Priest!  We would hook up every so often over the next few years.

maybe you could convince him to set up a group session in his church?

[shanepig]

In college use to hook up with bud in the seminary and later after he took his vows we hooked up for a 10 years till he was moved south. Always a fun time. When in London when I was in early 20s use to hook up with a Vicar and a few of his buds for raw wild orgies. The Vicar was a wonderful pig.

[BatorPig]

Multiple times after Sunday service. He’d fuck me on the altar

[hntnhole]

I am reminded of a hookup in a filthy store-front type porn theatre on Wells St in Chicago called the Bijou Theatre.  Rumor was it was owned/operated by the Cincy mob, and the owner would up being shot to death in a parking lot a few doors south, but I digress.

In the johns, most of the fucking took place (several years later, it was expanded to include the second floor, but this took place before that expansion) in the two very small johns in back.  There was a smallish cruising area between the theatre and the johns, and I was sniffing around a guy, he me, and we went back to one of the johns to fuck.  After that, we chatted a bit, and he seemed to be a decent guy.  I was done and so was he, so we left together.  Outside, we continued to talk, and it turned out he was a Lutheran pastor.  Being raised in that particular institution myself, I was curious to know how he was able to juggle what the church taught about gay folk, gay sex, etc, and how he has just taken my load up his gut.  

The guy was an honest joe - he told me how he struggled trying to get some small measure of comfort between the juggernaut of the soul-crushing Lutheran position, and his gayness.  He tried and tried to come up with something meaningful to say, and I felt badly that he simply couldn't.  Here was a very good man, so inclined to doing good, in fact, that he took the pastoral collar.  I felt so sorry for him, as he was caught between to immovable objects.  It seemed that a wonderful man was being completely wasted by trying to make the world a better place, and the profession he chose simply wouldn't have it.  

We parted, and as I turned around to wave bye, he was just standing there watching me walk towards my car.  I felt so sorry for him, for the choices he'd made, for the angst he felt each time he got his Truth fucked up his gut.  The fuck was great - the guy was great - but the resulting angst (for him) was heartbreaking.

While I'm sure it's happened any number of times since in the fuckjoints, I wouldn't knowingly fuck a cleric again.  Too painful.

[truepig]

I had a year long affair with a married Baptist Minister. His cock was huge. His wife worked on Satudays, so we got together and he railed my ass all day. A few times a year she would go out of town and I would spend the night with him getting my holes worked over.   Used to get fucked by a local country preacher, huge dick too. Good fucked by he talkes to fucking much. 

[Guest]

Ever since I was a boy in Sunday School I dreamed of this... Finally had my chance one day after my confessions Sunday morning. Mom dropped me off at church and my happy little ass is off to Sunday school !!! 

We were doing confessions that day, we all had to spend about 15 to 30 min with a priest or deacon. Well, to my surprise and excitement, I was paired with Deacon Miguel. Beautiful Tall Hispanic Man. With huge shoulders, looked like he worked out daily and eat raw meat for breakfast, lunch and dinner with huge legs and muscle thighs. He loved to play soccer at church events and functions. All the ladies fell head over heals for him.

That Sunday I was paired with Deacon Miguel. We had our own confession room about the size of a small janitor closet. I was kneeling in front of the Deacon confessing my young boy sins. 

One thing led to another. It was at that very moment that made me enjoy Cumming to Church. I was fed twice a week Friday and Sunday. 

I was drinking and feeding from the fountain of life. I was the best little Altar Boy they had. I got my face painted many times. Swallowed countless loads from the priest, deacon and visitors to our Church. 

I was, I am a Good Little Catholic Boy. 🙂 🙂 🙂