Fucked by a Priest

[ChainedBoy]

I was randomly cruising one of the apps - probably Growl’r - and saw a chubby torso pic. Hairy with big pecs. No face pic - but I’m not looking for a model here. I just want dicked. I had not seen that pic before and he was less than half a mile away.  So I send him a “Woof’. 

There was minimal chit-chat - we’re both looking to get off ‘rightnow’. He sends his address and I arrive at his apartment. Guy opens the door. Dude is a bit on the short side, late 30’s, dark hair, olive skin, Italian. I could tell he had dark eyes- brown - but he wouldn’t look directly at me. He’s was chunky, hairy, barefoot, wearing just sweat shorts. He stood aside to let me in. 

He shuts  the door and walks over to a living room chair, drops his shorts and sits down. I strip naked and kneel before him. His dick is darker skinned than his body. With a big plum sized dickhead. The kind of dick you’de call a ‘chode’ - stubby and hella thick. He’s got a semi going and I take him into my mouth. 

I start sucking him and he gets hard quickly. I stole a peek up at him and saw him, head leaned back, eyes closed, mouth open. He was enjoying my faggot mouth.After awhile he signals me to stand up. He walks towards his bedroom. I follow like a puppy.  There’s already a towel on the bed and a bottle of lube on the nightstand. I assume the doggy position on bed - ass hanging off the side of the mattress. 

He greases my cunt with his right hand. With his left, he reached under me and works my dong. Then he thumbs my cunt awhile. Rough. Really penetrating me. I start to moan. He’s totally fucking my cunt with his thumb. Twisting around inside me. Stirring my fuck hole. I’ll confess, I’m not much into that kinda floreplay, but this dude was doing it with absolute authority. Like he owned that pussy and was doing with it as he pleased. It was THAT entitled Alpha Male attitude that was getting me worked up. When he wasn’t working his dick, he was working my dong - seems he was waiting for me to start dripping honey. Because when he found my dick wet and dripping, it seemed to trigger him.

He abruptly grabbed my hips and RAMMED his thick dong into me. And I mean HE RAMMED HIS DONG IN ME. I don’t think he lubed his dong - the only lube was when he was thumb fucking me. He pounded my cunt. He was full bore pistoning my cunt like a pile driver. The agenda was clear. He was gonna pound me as hard as he could til he bred my cunt. I was in pig heaven.

I started to moan a bit too loud. That’s when I heard him speak for the first time. In a harsh whisper he said, “Shut up”; and he stopped his fuck abruptly. His message was clear: if I made too much noise, the fuck would be over. I went quiet. He resumed - or should I say restarted his fuck. And he began pile driving me again. Dude was a battering ram. 

After a short while. He tensed up. His finger dug into my hips. Pulled us together as close as he could. And released his load into me. I felt his cum wetting my pussy. A low gutteral growl escaped him. He stayed inside me. Perfectly still. There was an aching quietness in the room. After a bit, I could feel his thick dong start to deflate. But he remained inside me as long as he could. Until finally, his dick itself - not him - retracted out of me. 

I don’t know who taught him or how he learned his fuckcraft; but I was seriously impressed. I had never experienced a fuck quite like that. He released his grip on me walked to the bathroom.  I lay on his bed. Playing with my limp faggot dick - sticky with honey. (No, I did not jack myself off nor touch my faggot dicklet while he fucked me) He walked out of the bathroom leaving the door open. He barely glanced at me as he left the bedroom. I walked to the bathroom to clean up.

As I walked out of the bath, once the fog of lust had cleared, I took in the apartment. It was oddly spartan. Very simple, minimal furniture. Nothing on the walls - except for a cross over the bed. I turned my attention to the closet; one of the sliding doors was mostly open. That’s when I saw a lot of black clothes. Shirts. Pants. And a couple of long, oddly colored robes. That’s when I figured it out: I had just been fucked and bred by a priest.

I exited the bedroom. The fucker was standing behind in the kitchen behind the peninsula that separated it from the living room. He was dressed and drinking from a coffee mug. He was physically and figuratively distancing himself from me. Very effectively sending a signal  he was done with me and I was to leave. Keep in mind, apart from the hello at the door and the ‘shut up’, no other words had been spoken.

As I finished getting dressed, he walked to the door. As I was leaving, I noticed another cross above it. (I think he noticed me noticing the cross.) He held the door open for me. I murmured a thanks and glanced at his face as a left. He said nothing and wouldn’t meet my gaze. I got the sense he realized I had ID’d him. I left. He closed the door. Firmly.

When I got home and checked online, his profile was gone. My guess is he creates a profile when his need to breed overwhelms him. And after the fuck, he deletes it until the need arises again. 

 

[plisken]

Nice way to get bred

[meetme]

You have his address.  This is really unhealthy stuff, typical of religions restrictions.  I guess this was ok for what it was, but he’s got serious issues.

ive been with two priests who weren’t this warped.

[SubOhioBttm]

I  was raised Catholic. I went on retreats with priests, got close to a couple. This story isn't super surprising to me. That whole 'celibacy' thing that they've been pretending to follow should really be discontinued. 100% I agree @meetme, it's not healthy. Or realistic. 

[Falls727]

I’ve fucked and been fucked my some dirty, twisted priests. We used to do really nasty shit in the confessional and on the altar. I got a huge load from Fr. Joe while we played in the choir loft. 

[Falls727]

The I’ve fucked and been fucked my some dirty, twisted priests. We used to do really nasty shit in the confessional and on the altar. I got a huge load from Fr. Joe while we played in the choir loft. The Bishop from my diocese when I was a kid was just implicated in a host a sexual interactions with young girls. 

[Erik62]

15 hours ago, meetme said:

You have his address.  This is really unhealthy stuff, typical of religions restrictions.  I guess this was ok for what it was, but he’s got serious issues.

ive been with two priests who weren’t this warped.

Warped 🤔🤔??? There are a huge number of guys visiting clubs, saunas etc who have this attitude of "fuck & I'm finished with you". Warped would be someone who went around raping or [banned word]. 

Chained Boy enjoyed the interaction, can't have been to warped. 

[SomewhereonNeptune]

15 hours ago, SubOhioBttm said:

I  was raised Catholic. I went on retreats with priests, got close to a couple. This story isn't super surprising to me. That whole 'celibacy' thing that they've been pretending to follow should really be discontinued. 100% I agree @meetme, it's not healthy. Or realistic. 

@ChainedBoy seems surprised by this, and I wonder why? The church has done very little to acknowledge and combat the issue, and I knew situations where the practice was to move the abusive priest to another parish, or further yet, another diocese.  I knew one personally that abused a minor, was arrested, copped a plea deal and was sent to a 'rehabilitation facility' in Canada for a year, only to return to a different Archdiocese in an adjacent state to go on to diddle other kids. Once things go sideways with these guys, they reassign the problem elsewhere far enough from the prior parish hoping that it'll go better elsewhere.

Now during that time, this priest taught religious education and there was a lot of side comments on how much he 'liked younger boys', something you would think the school would have realized and not put temptation right in front of him for 6 periods a day with freshman and sophomore students. [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.bishop-accountability.org/reports/2005_09_21_Philly_GrandJury/Philly_05_08_Connor.pdf Eventually he was finally defrocked.

During the 90's, I attended a party with friends who invited a couple of seminarians, and they very clearly gay and also spoke in hushed tones about how much fun they could have once assigned a parish. You could see where that might end up. And with so few inclined to be celibate and join the priesthood, the church will take anyone they can get and probably continue to pay the price and settle damage claims from pedophile priests for the foreseeable future. 

I personally don't care if a priest is gay, but the hypocrisy over acceptance of gays (which they've tacitly done) while basically condoning molestation can be infuriating.

Can we talk about Scout Leaders next? 🤣

Edited March 24 by SomewhereonNeptune
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[sluttyjimmy]

I was 23 and Father John was 32 and a newly ordained Catholic priest in his first parish assignment.   Fr. Joe, an older priest at my parish encouraged me to make an appointment with Fr. John at a nearby parish.  Fr. Joe said he was confident Fr. John would be able to provide me with meaningful spiritual direction, given Fr. John was close to my age in comparison to most other priests, and relatable.  I contacted Fr. John, telling him Fr. Joe encouraged me to reach out to him, and we made an evening appointment.  Fr. John told me to meet him in the parish gymnasium at 9pm on the upcoming Thursday evening.

When I arrived at the parish and parked, the last two cars in the parking lot were leaving.  The gymnasium door was unlocked and when I walked in, there was only one person in the gymnasium.  He approached me with a dazzling smile, introduced himself as Fr. John and said, "You must be Jimmy!"  He firmly shook my hand and apologized for his casual attire, as he was wearing a black t-shire that said "CLERGY" on the front, black athletic shorts, white athletic socks, and sneakers.  Fr. John explained he had just finished coaching the parish’s Catholic Youth Organization (CYO) varsity basketball practice.  He told me to give him a second to lock the gymnasium door so we could spend some time getting to know one another.

As Fr. John walked away from me to lock the gym door, I was fucking floored.  He was so fucking hot, with a great body, dark black hair, and handsome face.  His t-shirt emphasized a great chest and his shorts showed off his amazing ass as well as his athletic legs.  His white athletic socks also made his calves stand out in the best way possible.  This guy was a fucking wet dream and I later found out he had the nick name of “Father What-A- Waste" within the diocese.

Once Fr. John locked the gymnasium door, he led me through a maze of hallways that put us in the rectory, and he took me into what I believe were his private living quarters.  Fr. John sat in a chair while he directed me to sit on the sofa.  He said he had some questions he wanted to ask me to get to know me better and started by asking, "Are you gay, Jimmy?"  My eyes bugged out because I was not out to my family yet, but I was not about to lie to this stunning man.  I sheepishly acknowledged I was gay, but that no one knew. 

Fr. John then told me to stand up and turn around.   In a moment, I felt a presence directly behind me.  I felt hands come around my waist and fingers undid my belt buckle and unbuckled my jeans.  These fingers then unzipped my jeans and firmly pulled my jeans and underwear down so they were below my ass cheeks.  I heard spit and then felt two fingers push into my pucker hole.   The fingers were removed after loosening my hole up and I heard shorts being pulled down behind me.  I then felt a hand against my back, pushing me slightly forward and then the head of a cock pushed inside of me.  Hands firmly grabbed my hips and started fucking me with a girthy cock.  I eventually heard a soft moan and grunt and felt the plump cock pulsate inside of me as it dumped a load of cum up my ass.

I felt the cock pull out and hands come to my hips to tug my underwear and jeans up over my ass and back into place.  I then heard shorts pulled back into place directly behind me as I buckled my jeans and belt back into place.

When I turned back around, Fr. John was sitting in his chair and gave me another dazzling smile.  He stood up and said, “Let me walk you out.”  He took me to the back door of the rectory and as he opened it, said, “Safe driving home, Jimmy and God bless.”  As I walked out of the rectory and saw my car in the parking lot in the distance, Fr. John closed and locked the door behind me and turned off the porch light, as he settled in for the rest of his night.

Edited 5 hours ago by sluttyjimmy

[plisken]

Holy semen