Caught by Son (part 5)
Jeff had a nice arrangement blowing his next door neighbor for over 15 years, when the entire arrangement gets complicated when Jeff's son catches him. I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
Now that I was blowing the priests at my church as well as Tim's friends, I was swallowing a lot more cum, and occasionally too much. One day when I had an unusually large number of priests and got home to find five of Tim's friends waiting for service, that was more cum in a short period of time than I'd ever swallowed before. My stomach felt uneasy – as if one more load would make me puke. Fortunately, that was all until Tim's bedtime suck, so I just relaxed and let my stomach process the cum. I checked online and learned that while cum is safe to swallow, too large a quantity upsets the stomach, so cocksuckers often have a "limit" to how much they could swallow in a short time.
I read with interest that some were able to increase their limit by continuing to swallow up to their limit. I knew that having a limit would be a problem if the number of blowjobs I had to give kept increasing. I really had mixed feelings about my situation. On one hand I didn't like being blackmailed, but on the other hand I was sucking so much more and loving every cock that shot its load into me.
If I wanted to increase my limit, I would have to suck more cocks regularly, not simply by accident. I sure didn't want to tell Tim I wanted more so I could raise my limit, but I thought of a possibility with the church.
I contacted Father Martin and told him I was really glad to be of service to the Church, and it felt like I was making a difference in the lives of the priest. He agreed and said he had heard good things about my work. I told him that I felt I could do more, so if there were other churches in need, I would be willing.
He told me that Father Luke at another local church was looking for someone like me, and that he would call him and set me up. I thanked him. Later that day he called me back and asked me to call Father Luke. I did and he wanted me to come by for an interview.
I arrived and Father Luke took me right into the sanctuary, and up to the altar. He opened his robe and took out his cock, offering it to me in right at the altar. He was obviously more liberal – or perhaps more kinky – than Father Martin, but I quickly dropped to my knees and sucked him. He didn't pray before the blowjob, but just kept repeating "Oh my God!" as I sucked him. It only took a few minutes before he gave me his hot load, after which he said my mouth was a wonderful blessing.
After he pulled out and I swallowed we went to his office. He explained that his church supported a number of specialized ministries in our community, and he had five young priests, each running one of them. The young priests struggled to not let their needs interfere with their work, and I could provide an outlet that would free them to focus on God's work. I quickly agreed. I picked days that matched my time in Father Martin's church, so I'd get lots of cum on those days. I expected the young priests to give me big loads, and just hoped I didn't push myself too far. It would be a disgrace to throw up, and certainly disrespectful to the guy I had just blown.
Father Luke said I could start tomorrow, and that he would try to get all the priests together then. I went home and blew a couple of Tim's friends. I continued to worry about my secret getting out. By now I had blown over 20 of his friends, and it only took one shooting his mouth off to make trouble for me. So far it was okay, but I worried that it wouldn't last. There were eight of the boys that I blew regularly, and I felt I could count on them to keep my secret, but I wasn 't sure about the others.
The next day I did my service at Father Martin's church, and then went to Father Luke's church. He introduced me to his five young priests, who I hoped were ready for me. I imagined them all hard beneath their robes but couldn't see for sure. Father Luke asked the young priests to each choose a different location in the church for my service – just to make it interesting. I couldn't help but wonder just how kinky he would be if he wasn't a priest – I sure loved the adventurous variety!
On that visit I became familiar with much of the church, as I gave blowjobs in the choir loft, the kitchen, a confessional, the ladies room, the narthex and one of the offices. Toward the end my stomach was feeling strange, so I knew I was close to my limit, but had only one more blowjob to go. It was a little risky, but I went for it. My stomach definitely felt strange afterward, and I was glad I didn't have another. By the time I arrived home I felt fine, but was worried to find three of Tim's friends waiting for me. I sucked the first one easily, but after swallowing the second one's load my stomach began to rebel a little. I sucked the third and new I was at my limit.
Tim told me to follow him and we went into a wooded area not far away. We walked for a while before stopping at an old wooden ice fishing shanty that didn't look strong enough to survive another winter. Tim told me that he and his friends had found it an done some repairs, and they would use it in their business.
"What business?" I asked.
"Selling blowjobs!" Tim proudly proclaimed, pointing to a hold in the side of one wall, "You'll be inside and our customers will come by, pay us and stick their cocks through the hole. All you have to do us suck like you always do."
There was something definitely exciting about this, but I sure didn't like the idea of my son whoring me out, though I had no choice in the matter. He had me get inside and try it out. Each of the boys in turn put their cocks through the hole and I sucked them, just to try it out. It was good that they had already cum, because my stomach was in no mood for any more loads at the moment.
I had been spending a lot of time every day sucking cocks, which I really did enjoy, but that meant I had little time left. I didn't want my wife getting suspicious, and we negotiated to find a time that would be workable.
The next day I didn't have duty at either of the churches, so I came right home. Tim and two of his friends were there and we walked back to the ice fishing shanty. They said their first customers should be arriving in fifteen minutes, which was enough time for me to blow them first. I got into the shed, closed the door, and took my place kneeling at the hole.
Soon one of the cocks came through and I began to suck. By now I knew the cocks well enough to recognize who they belonged to, and felt proud to be able to do so. Soon I brought him to climax and received my reward. He pulled out and the next entered – it was Tim. I knew this was especially forbidden, but I did get a wonderful thrill blowing my own son! It was over too quickly, and I swallowed his load as well. Now the other friend gave me his cock, and I eagerly sucked him to completion.
He pulled out and Tim said, "Nobody here just yet – they should be here soon."
I waited and took my cock out. I played with myself, which was a fun way to pass the time, but I was careful not to cum, because I lost my desire to suck once I did. Of course, if I came I 'd have to keep sucking – I just wouldn't enjoy it as much. After about ten minutes the first customer arrived. By the size of his cock I estimated that he must be an adult, so it might take a little longer to get him off. Not this guy – while I sucked him, he thrust into my mouth four times and then shot his load. I didn't mind if the blowjobs were short, just so I got the load!
I heard other sounds, indicating more had arrived. Soon I was sucking the next one, which also was adult-sized. He took a little longer to cum, but soon gave me his load. I quickly swallowed, and the next cock entered seconds after the last guy had withdrawn. The must have all be standing there with their cocks out, probably stroking. That worked out great for me because they were all close to cumming when I got them. I really love the feel of cock in my mouth, but most of all I love the cum!
As I sucked, I thought about who I might be sucking. Certainly, many of my neighbors – I hoped they wouldn't figure out that I was their sucker. I continued to suck each cock offered until the end. When the last guy had left Tim knocked on the door and I came out.
"How many were there?" I asked.
"Twelve," said Tim proudly. "Seven adults and five high school guys."
"Do any ask who's sucking them?" I asked, nervously.
"Yeah," said Tim, "But we tell them it's a gay kid from school who doesn't want to be known."
That put my mind at ease. Still, there was always the chance that I might be discovered, so I had to continue to be very careful. As much as I love sucking cock, when I considered how far I 've sunk, was the price is just too high? Perhaps so, but there was nothing I could do about it!
To be continued ...
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