The Priest

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...everyone has fetishes, police, firefighter, nurse, incest, scat... I have several fetishes, and one of them is for priests.

My parents were very Catholic, and from a young age, I attended church a lot. My relationship with priests was quite common; they visited our home often, and we were always at the rectory.

As I grew up, I began to look at those men differently, that paternal air of his, the affection with which they treated me, made me have a different affection, at first I thought it was just brotherly love, but as my hormones began to surface, my fantasies about priests only increased.

I was 38 at the time, and although I had drifted away from the church for a while, I still attended Sunday Mass. The parish priest, who is the priest in charge, had been at our parish for almost 10 years. He had a reputation for womanizing, and gossip even said he had a daughter from an affair with a former employee of his.

Our deaconry had at least four churches, and it's common in very large deaconries for the bishop to send more priests to help the parish priest celebrate Mass. These priests are called vicars. Then a priest from a city in the interior of São Paulo came here . His name was Father Antônio. He was 64 years old, a short man, 5'5" tall and weighing 240 pounds.

He had already arrived in the city a few days ago, but as I was no longer involved in church services, I only found out about him some time later, at a Sunday mass he celebrated in place of the current priest.

As soon as I arrived at the church, I realized it was another priest welcoming the faithful. He was standing at the door, fully vested, blessing those who arrived. As soon as I saw him, I was captivated by his charisma and, above all, his beauty. I asked for his blessing, and he extended his hand. I felt those warm, soft hands, a beautiful smile, those blue eyes locked with mine, and that deep yet sweet voice blessed me. We talked for about five minutes. I asked if he was the parish's new vicar, told him I lived nearby and owned an electrical supply store. I said goodbye, and he wished me a good Mass and said he'd visit my store someday.

After Mass, he left through the back of the church. I thought about going there to I wanted to greet him , but I knew it would be crowded, so I decided to wait another day for a more private moment. I went home , but the image of that handsome, kind man wouldn't leave my mind. That night, the only thing that made me forget Father Antônio a little was a beautiful handjob I had in bed, just with that image of him standing at the church door, smiling at me.

The week went by. It was Thursday, I was in the store, and suddenly Father Antônio walked in. I almost didn't recognize him without all his priestly attire, but when he smiled at me, I immediately remembered who he was. He was wearing shorts and a green polo shirt. He looked very handsome and smelled great. As soon as he arrived, he shook my hands and introduced himself:

- Good morning my friend, I'm Father Antônio, that day at mass we didn't even get to introduce ourselves, right?

- Good morning Fr. Antonio, well, our meeting was a bit quick. I'm Marcelo.

He stood there admiring the store and walking among the shelves, getting to know the space. It felt like home. I really liked his manner; he felt very comfortable . His phone rang, and he sat in my chair to answer it. I wasted no time in admiring that polar bear sitting with his legs spread and that beautiful belly.

He hung up the phone and we started talking, talking about the city he lived in, about his time as a priest. He asked about the store, if it was mine, and so on, and the conversation went on, it felt like we'd known each other for years.

The conversation up until then was very smooth, I didn't hint at anything about my desires for him, I wanted to take it slow, it was the first time I felt attracted to a priest and I had no idea what his reaction would be if I went too fast with my advances.

He looked at my ring and, pointing to it, asked how long I'd been married, to which I replied, a little over four years. He congratulated me and asked if I had any children yet. I then joked with him and said that my husband and I couldn't get pregnant. He laughed a lot, enjoyed the joke, and enthusiastically added:

- That's cool, I would never have guessed you were gay.

- I understand if you don’t feel comfortable maintaining a friendship with me because of this.

- Stop it, I would never have an attitude like that, especially since I'm gay too.

When he said this, so naturally, my heart raced. I didn't know if I was already singing along to him right then and there, or if I was just acting normal without giving in, so the only thing I could say was repeat his words:

-Wow! That's so cool! I never would have guessed you were gay either, especially with that big, macho voice.

He laughed heartily at that and explained that you don't need a high-pitched voice to be gay. From then on, the dynamic of the conversation changed completely; we were now completely informal, and at a certain point in the conversation, during a brief pause in the topic, he looked at me and said:

- Did you know that you are very beautiful?

It was just what I needed to hear to know when to pounce, even though a question like that is practically an invitation to a motel room. So I thanked him for the compliment and added:

- Wow, I was the one who wanted to compliment you first. Ever since that day I saw you at Mass, I haven't stopped thinking about you. You're an incredibly handsome man.

He gave a delightful laugh and thanked me for the compliment. He stood up and asked where the bathroom was. I showed him the way and asked him to follow me there. I pointed to the bathroom door, and he excused himself and went in, but left the door open. I got the message, waited a few moments until I heard the sound of his piss hitting the toilet bowl, and then entered. He wasn't alarmed by my presence; he continued peeing profusely while I admired his thick, soft cock. Without saying a word, I moved even closer to him, bent down, and sat in front of his limp, beautiful cock, which was producing a strong stream of urine. I waited for him to finish urinating. I could smell his piss.

Finally, the urine stopped. Men usually practice that little exercise of contracting their sphincters, so that every last jet of urine leaves the bladder, to avoid the traditional "last drop in the underwear." With the sole intention of helping him with this task, I volunteered to drain those final jets. As soon as I saw the stream slowing, I brought my mouth close to his cock and bit down. I felt that warm, golden liquid fill my mouth. He released four or five jets of urine, and I drank it with relish. I continued sucking his cock until it grew in my mouth and reached my throat. Father Antonio held my head firmly and began fucking my mouth.

He pumped into my mouth with desire for several minutes until he started cumming, filling my throat with priest's milk. When his cock began to shrivel again, I pulled it out of my mouth and squeezed it from the base to the head, draining every last drop of cum and leaving his shaft nice and clean. He looked at me with that loving smile and said:

- That Sunday at church, I prayed the entire mass imagining doing this with you.

I stood up, looked at him, cupped his face with both hands, and gave him a quick peck. I let go of his face, and then it was his turn to cup my face and kiss me back, but this time with his tongue inside my mouth. He kissed me lingeringly, and after our lips parted, I could feel him savoring the taste of his cum in my mouth. He smiled and winked at me. He tucked his cock into his shorts, and we left the bathroom.

At the store counter, he thanked me and said goodbye. Before he left, I handed him a business card with my phone number on the back. I asked him to text me. He promised he would. That same night, he sent me a WhatsApp message. We talked for hours, exchanged nudes, shared our stories, and arranged to meet at my house on the weekend. He told me he only had Mass on Sunday night and would have Saturday and Sunday off, and he might even spend the night with me.

I've been in a 10-year relationship with my husband, and from the beginning of our relationship, we agreed to maintain an open relationship. When I got home that day, I told him that I'd met the new priest at the parish and that he was coming to spend the weekend. He said okay, and we talked about him for a while.

Saturday finally arrived. It was around 7 p.m. when Father Antônio arrived, he had brought a bottle of wine. I greeted him at the door and asked him to come in. I showed him around the house, and we arrived in the kitchen where my husband was preparing dinner. I introduced the two of them, and soon they were chatting like friends. We opened the wine, sat at the table to talk and drink. Soon dinner was ready, we ate, and went to the living room to relax . The three of us were in the living room, chatting until late. It was close to midnight when my husband said he was going to bed. He had already set up a mattress in the living room for Father Antônio to sleep on. At that time, I hadn't renovated the house yet, and we didn't have a guest room.

Father Antonio asked to use the bathroom to change and brush his teeth. Meanwhile, I went to brush my teeth and prepare my ass by giving myself a good blowjob. After all, it would be our first night and an accident was the last thing I wanted. I returned to the living room wearing only loose pajama shorts ; it was December, and it was very hot.

The priest returned to the room in his boxer shorts, shirtless, revealing a thick, gray chest that left me paralyzed with emotion. As soon as he approached me, I immediately caressed his chest and praised his white fur. I lifted my face, looked into his delicious mouth, and kissed him. We embraced warmly and kissed passionately. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth. The taste of his tongue was fantastic; I couldn't stop sucking it . I invited him to lie down, placed him on the mattress, and lay on top of that enormous polar bear body. He was very warm, the warmth of his skin was delightful. We continued kissing, and he kept saying to me:

- Wow, you're so hot!

Finally, after almost half an hour of kissing, I reluctantly stopped kissing that mouth . I wanted to keep kissing him all night, but I needed to taste the other parts of that magnificent old man. So I began a tour of his entire body, down his neck and reaching his nipples, thick, delicious to suck.

I spent some time on his chest, because I could tell from his moans that he was very turned on in that area. His nipples quickly hardened with desire, and he sucked, licked, and lightly nibbled on those plump little tits.

I reached his armpits; that man's armpits smelled so good. First, I took in the bear's full scent, then I licked them eagerly. The priest writhed with pleasure. My left hand smoothed over his hairy belly, that warm, pleasant-to-the-touch skin. Eventually, it slid lower and squeezed that delicious package through his underwear, his cock grinding hard.

I couldn't take the heat anymore and decided to go straight to the hardest part of his body. First, I rubbed my face in that underwear, that package, and smelled it all with pleasure. Then I slipped my hand inside his underwear and felt that hot cock throbbing with desire, a huge sack I hadn't noticed in the pacifier back in the store. I pulled all that volume out of his underwear so I could gaze clearly, exposing all the beauty of that member.

The scent emanating from that cock was fantastic. I spent several minutes smelling the head of that dick, smelling that big dick. Interestingly, Father Antonio was completely white, and his dick and balls were dark, which contrasted sharply with his white skin. But that wasn't a flaw, but rather a charm for me.

I swallowed that dick with desire, sucked it slowly, enjoying every second of that big pink head, I tried to put both balls in my mouth at once, but they were too big, so I tasted them one at a time.

It was time for us to get rid of the few clothes we were wearing. I wanted to see and feel the priest completely naked, just as he came into the world. Finally, I was able to contemplate a sensational view.

I admired that dazzling man for a few minutes before going for that hard, pink, big-headed cock. However, as soon as I held it in my hands, ready to swallow it whole, he pulled me on top of him, kissed me deliciously, and said:

- Now it's my turn!

He then threw me onto the mattress on the floor and began licking every inch of my body, just as I had done to him. He sucked my nipples and licked my armpits, then moved down to my cock and swallowed it all at once. I moaned loudly, and then he began giving me a blowjob like no other I'd ever received from anyone. He was very experienced at it, going down to the base of my cock and then back up, sucking hard on my dick without touching any teeth.

He sucked me for about 10 minutes. My cock was aching, throbbing, and glistening. He asked if I had any gel. He was already there next to the couch. He turned and got on all fours facing me, leaning against the couch.

Clearly, Father Antonio was a very experienced bottom; his ass was beautiful and huge. I have no prejudice against that; I even prefer someone more experienced, who knows exactly how to please another man. His giant black balls hung like a painting.

I applied a small amount of gel to his ass; there was no need to smear it too much. I ran my finger along that dark crevice and slid it inside his delicious asshole. It entered without resistance. I tried a second finger, and it was just as easy. With the third finger, the priest moaned, enjoying it. With little difficulty, I inserted the third finger into his ass. I wanted to ram my rod into him immediately, but the fun was so good that I continued. Then I went straight for five fingers. I forced my way in, feeling the limit had been reached. He even lifted his head to groan when I managed to fit all my fingers in. I stuck half my hand in and swirled it around in his ass. He didn't complain, just moaned with desire.

The fun was enjoyable, but what I wanted was to fuck that naughty priest. I removed my hand and positioned myself behind him, fitting the head of my cock into the opening, and simply pushed in, effortlessly. Even so, Father Antônio moaned. His asshole was barely stretched, but despite its size, it still offered resistance. I pounded the priest without mercy; I'd been craving a clean ass for a long time.

I fucked him on all fours, then put him on his back on the mattress and lifted his legs, my cock entering his asshole by itself. It was beautiful fucking that blue-eyed priest. I pounded his cock relentlessly, staring at his face, and he stared back. Sometimes , I imagined him at the church altar, fully dressed, speaking to his faithful, little did they know what the dear priest did when he was just a man.

I was already exhausted from holding those thick legs, so I lowered him onto the mattress, turned him on his side ( my favorite position ), bent his left leg, and got his ass ready to receive cock. I wanted to cum . I climbed on top of him and slammed my cock into Father Antonio's ass. I loved how Father Antonio was a slut in bed, obeying everything his man commanded. It was delicious fucking him.

I pumped with gusto, slapping that big white ass. It's a delight to fuck a man in this position, looking at his face, holding his tits, rubbing his belly, slapping his ass. It wasn't long before I started roaring, cumming, filling that big ass with milk. Finally, I was satisfied. I collapsed on the mattress, spooning the priest, my cock still strong enough to enter that cum-slicked asshole. We locked together like dogs in heat and fell asleep like that, snuggled together.

I don't remember noticing when my dick came out of his ass. I only remember waking up almost in the morning, turned over on the other side of the mattress, the sun was already rising. Father Antonio was snoring, fast asleep on his back . His dick was a little hard; I don't know if it was from the pee, or if he was having a dream. All I know is that the sight made me very horny; I hadn't experienced that thick cock in my ass yet.

I grabbed the gel and rubbed it all over my little hole. Then I squatted over his semi-hard cock, held it with one hand, aimed it at my opening, and sat down on it. It wasn't very hard, so I had trouble getting his cock inside me. I squeezed the base hard, and his cock firmed up a bit. I relaxed my sphincters and went in all at once. I didn't scream so as not to wake my husband in the bedroom. But I felt my folds tearing; even with his half-assed cock, it was still thick. I waited a while until I got used to that big ball inside my ass, and then I started riding him. It went up and down, what a delicious cock. I remember the priest waking up suddenly, a little startled, and calling me a crazy guy, but soon his hands were around my waist, controlling the movement of my ass.

I continued sitting on his dick for about five minutes, then he asked me to get on all fours. He wanted to cum in my ass. He said it had been a long time since he'd felt a man's ass, that he was always passive with men . I got up and got on all fours. He jerked his cock for a few moments while sticking his finger in my ass. His cock was now completely hard, throbbing, much bigger than before. He came and thrust in all at once, even with my asshole stretched open. I wanted to scream again; the priest was tearing me apart again. I held on, and he didn't want to wait for me to get used to it this time. He started pounding me mercilessly. I remember feeling my asshole burn, but at the same time, my cock was hard with desire. Father Antônio seemed out of control with pleasure, pounding my back, moaning, slapping my ass hard, cursing me. How wonderful it was to feel that priest possessed by lust. He began to roar louder and louder and beat me violently. I let him release all that pent-up active lust.

Finally, he came, screaming. My husband was probably awake by now, hearing everything, but he didn't interfere. Father Antônio came in my ass while spasming, and with each thrust, I received a blow to the ribs and back. He practically raped me, and it was then that I ended up cumming while jerking off. I had never felt anything so exciting.

Finally, he was satisfied, got off me, and lay down on the mattress. I lay down next to him, cleaned his cum-covered cock with my mouth, sucked the last drops of cum, put my hands on his chest, and we rested. He apologized for the excesses but explained that it had been a long time since he'd been a top. He said he always got soft when trying to fuck someone and eventually stopped trying, always being a bottom. He thanked me for the great cumshot, and I comforted him by saying it was the best top experience I'd ever had.

We slept cuddled up for another two hours before getting up. for breakfast. That same day, my husband and I had a barbecue by the pool. We ate, drank, talked a lot, laughed, and enjoyed the pool. After lunch, we returned to the mattress and had sex for the rest of the afternoon. He came again in my mouth, and he asked me to come in his. It was around 6 p.m., and he said he had to go. He had Mass at 7 p.m. We arranged to meet again, and he said we would definitely see each other again.

Father Antônio and I dated for almost six months, until the bishop reassigned him to another parish far from here. We kept in touch, but it became more difficult to see each other. It wasn't long before he met another guy at the new parish and told me it would be best if we broke up. I wasn't upset; I even understood. Father Antônio loved sex; it was natural that he couldn't go many days without sex, and I couldn't fuck him every day. I cherish the moments we shared.

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