by phxbiguy » Sat Jan 09, 2010 7:06 pm
When I was a university student I was doing a research project at a new cathedral. The priest assigned for my tour answered my questions while taking me around, eventually ending up in the choir loft high above the alter. That’s where he made his move by reaching out to my crotch and giving it a light squeeze. I flinched at first, but being a horny young man I thought why not go with it. It didn’t take long for me to have a raging hard on. The priest unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, pulled out my throbbing member, knelt before me and proceeded to give an expert blow job. After a while he yanked my jeans and underwear down to my knees and had me lie down in the aisle. He got between my legs and slowly worked his mouth over the stiff shaft and engorged head of my eager cock as well as gently playing with my balls. He seemed to especially relish the masculine musky scent of my pubic hair, sniffing deeply as he reached the root of my rod.
Just as we were approaching the explosive grand finale, a door below opened and in filed a group of priests for vesper prayers. Both our eyes were wide open in shock. He mouthed the words, “Don’t move or make a sound.” The prayers started, but my hard on didn’t deflate. After a few moments, when the priest was relatively sure no one would come up the stairs, he grabbed my stiff cock, gave me a sly look and started in again sucking me off. I was surprised at his bold audacity, but at the same time couldn’t deny the affect his actions were having on me. I laid back, closed my eyes, listened to the prayers and Gregorian chats all the while enjoying the sensuous feelings and build up in my groin. I found the paradox oddly erotic.
It wasn’t long before I once again approached the point of no return. It was during a chant that I finally shot several wads of hot youthful cum down the priest’s throat. I’m thankful we had the cover of the melody of the chant because the priest gave a slight gag at the quantity of my delivery and I’m sure I let out a little gasp while blowing my load in his mouth.
For the remainder of the service, we never moved from our positions in the aisle of the choir loft. The priest stayed put between my legs, silently sucking and licking my cock clean well after I had gone limp. We didn’t get to our feet until after the service and we were sure everyone had left the sanctuary. At the conclusion of the tour I thanked him for his time. The priest said he had enjoyed our time together and leaning in close said, “Please ‘come’ again,” giving a wink. I could smell my cum on his breath. I didn’t return for an encore performance. This experience was too surreal.