CHAPTER 3
I hadn't gone to school in a while. My obsession with cock was getting so bad that lately, I had spent my entire days jacking off, not even caring about school or other "important" things, but when my dad entered my room and complained the school had called saying I had been absent for a week, I forced myself to go. I didn't want to disappoint dad, especially since our relationship was just recovering from all the fuckery that had been going on.
My first classes of the day were math, which was a subject I used to really like, but now it seemed kind of dull. Yeah, sure, I still remembered how to calculate the slope of a parabola at a certain point, but right now all I could calculate was the slope of the curve of my teacher's ass. Damn, mr. Parker must spend all the time at the gym to get an ass like that.
And as expected, my dick started getting hard. Fuck. Why was I like this? We weren't even 30 minutes in the class and I was already horny! But I had to control myself, I promised dad I would. I kept repeating that, and it was working, until a girl next to me asked for help and he went on to her table to assist her... and bent over. At this point I was sure the universe was fucking me up.
His ass was so close to my face that I could literally picture myself diving in it. So round, so perfect, probably pretty hairy. I imagined myself coming closer and smelling the man musk coming from that beautiful hole, getting entranced with the smell, French kissing his hole. I couldn't control myself anymore, so I just said "fuck it" and decided to jack off.
I didn't want to grab much attention to myself, so I started stroking my cock over my pants. But given that I was wearing jeans, things quickly got too uncomfortable, because my hard dick was too big for my pants. I quietly opened my zipper and pulled my cock out. Ah, how I had missed this feeling.
The pink head of my cock was pulsating, and the precum leaking out of it was calling out to me. Doing my best to be discreet, I took the liquid with my finger and led it to my mouth. At this point, I had forgotten the world around me. I was getting crazy with pleasure until I heard a scream.
"Mr Parker, Mike is jerking off!!!!!!!", said a girl next to my chair.
Fuck.
And that's how I ended up at the principal's office. Unfair, dare I say. This bitch waves his ass around my face and then wants to blame ME when I pull my cock out? I can't believe how fucked up the school system is. At least the principal called my dad, not my mom. Let's just say it was a quiet ride home.
When we got home, my dad didn't actually say anything. I was expecting him to be disappointed and mad, but he was just quiet. I went to my room and took the time I had before mom came home to finish my jacking off session thinking about the ass that got me into this trouble.
I couldn't actually hear the conversation my parents had when my mom came home, but it seemed quite short. My dad went into my room and said "Pack your stuff, son. Put it in the car."
Great! Now I was getting kicked out of my home. This day couldn't get better.
"So dad, where are we going?" I asked, getting in the front seat.
"Your mother and I decided that it's best for you to go to a seminary."
"A church?????????"
"Yes, but it's not like you expect it to be."
I was so mad. A fucking church? It wasn't gonna stop me. Believe me, if I have to masturbate to hunky, muscular Jesus in a cross, I fucking will.
"Dad... I don't mean to be rude, but I don't think a church will help. I will masturbate one way or the other."
"I know, son. But it's for the best. My dad took me to this church once, but I decided it wasn't for me. I won't let you make the same mistake. Let's just enjoy this ride, ok? I'm sure you'll like the place."
I decided to jack one off right there. Might as well show him that I'm not kidding. I expected dad to jack off too, given that there is a wild side to him, but he didn't do anything. It was a long fucking ride.
Finally, we arrived at the seminary. It was a lot bigger than I expected, and just by looking at it, I could already see at least three good places to masturbate. As we walked it, the place was nearly empty, except for this one guy in a very simple robe.
"Thomas!", said the guy in the robes. "You haven't been here in a while. And you brought company! So, what brings you here?"
"This little slut is obsessed with cock.", said dad.
I was shocked. Not that it wasn't true, I am a cock-obsessed slut, and dad had called me a slut before, but to hear my dad say that to another guy was a bit shocking.
"He doesn't do anything besides jacking off. Every time you pass by his room you hear moaning. His grades have dropped so much because he doesn't study, he just masturbates. Not to mention he's been stealing my underwear."
"I didn't think you would notice that, dad. I have been returning them, you know."
"You think I wouldn't notice you sniffing my dirty underwear? You're not very subtle, you know."
I wasn't really ashamed. I never hid the fact that I loved the smell of my dad's balls, cock and ass. My father then turned to the guy in robes and continued:
"Besides, he's so obsessed that he can't keep his hands off his dick even when he's in public. I just got a call today from the principal's office because he was masturbating in class. It just seems that cock is all that matters to him."
"Hmmmmm... Then I think he will fit right in. Tell me, young boy, what is your name?"
"Mike", I said.
"Well, Mike, nice to meet you. Follow me, no need to take your bags with you."
Dad hugged me and said goodbye.
"Son, I just want you to know I'm proud of you. Enjoy this place."
As dad went back to the car with my bags – and all of my porn, sadly – I walked forward with the guy. Behind the altar was a corridor, where he stopped and started undressing. He wasn't really my type, but cock is cock, I guess.
"I see you're eager to have some cock. But be patient, young man. Remove your clothes", he said. "In our temple, a cock should always be free."
"So... what is this place? It's obviously not a church."
"But it is a church, young man. A church of the phallus. Here, our god is cock and we worship it at all times."
I guess dad was right... I was gonna like this place.
The guy guided me to a room where a lot of men satt on chairs with a wall that went from the chest up that stopped us from seeing their faces. For every guy there was a young boy on his knees giving him a blowjob. When's it my turn?
"This is one of our most sacred rooms!" I could hear the excitement in the guy's voice. "You see, a lot of women don't know how to fully appreciate the beauty of a cock. The men you are seeing are unhappy husbands with unhappy cocks who come to our temple because they know our boys can worship a cock much better than any woman. It's mutually good, because the men get happier as they get blown and our young boys can practice their faith by sucking cock."
"And what's with the wall?"
"Our god is cock, so to us, cock is all that matters. We don't judge men by their faces, their ages, their colors or by any other characteristics. To an experienced priest, this is easy to do, but our newer members sometimes take a while to grasp that concept... the wall is a reminder that every cock shall be sucked regardless of the one attached to it."
"So when do I get to suck one?"
With a soft laugh, the guy answered "That's the spirit. One of those men isn't being sucked, so it's your job to suck him."
I walked to the unattended chair and kneeled. I couldn't believe. My whole life all I wanted was cock, and now there was one right in front of me, and it was so beautiful. Sure, it wasn't as big as my dad's cock but every cock is beautiful. The guy probably noticed I was just kneeling in front of him, so he said, in a raspy voice, "Are you gonna wait all day or are you gonna suck it, slut?"
Taking the shaft in my mouth, I let out a big moan. I started out by slowly licking the purple head like a child licking a lollipop. My tongue travelled through the shaft and the head, covering every inch in spit, until I decided it was time for that beautiful cock to feel the inside of my mouth. Because it wasn't as big as dad's, I could feel the shape of the gland inside my mouth, and tracing it with my tongue was fun. I was exploring every part of it purely by licking, and the guy was seemingly enjoying it.
Suddenly I feel a hand on the back of my neck. The guy started pushing my head against his dick, shoving my face in his pubes. I guess he hadn't wiped his dick since the last time he masturbated, because I could smell old jizz in his pubes. But it didn't matter: I quite love the smell of a man. I continued deep throating him. Being a bit inexperienced, I gagged a bit, but I wasn't gonna back off. Cock was more important than breathing.
As he lets go of my head, I decide it's time to show his balls some love. Hey, if cock is our god, the balls must be the holy spirit. His nuts were hanging so low that I had to take them in my hands and pull them up so I could suck it. It didn't seem like it was gonna fit in my mouth, but a whore always finds a way. Then I remembered something I once saw in porn: with his balls in my mouth, I traced the symbol of infinity, swirling my tongue around, licking every inch of it. I guess being addicted to gay porn has its perks.
I decided to go back to the shaft. Taking all of it in my mouth, the guy yells "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!!" Damn. I thought he would last a lot longer, but it was ok. In a place like this, I knew I would easily find another cock.
This bitch decides he thinks it's a good idea to push my head down as he cums. His jizz went directly to the back of my throat and I barely had the chance to taste it, since it went down directly. But if he was happy shooting his load so far to the back of my throat, I guess I should be happy as well. My job here is to please him, after all.
As I back off his dick, he gets up, pulls his pants up, and leaves. The guy who brought me in the room comes back to talk to me.
"I'm very pleased. You know how to worship a cock."
"No shit, dude. When's the next one?" I'm not that easily satisfied. In this place, there doesn't seem to be a need to hide that.
"I will let you know as soon as you're needed. Now, I'm going to show you to your room."
As he takes me to my dormitory in the other side of the castle, I notice something weird. A strange lack of bathrooms.
"You didn't tell me your name, old man." I say, bringing up a conversation.
"My name is Roger, but you can call me father."
"Only my dad is "father", mr. Roger. Ain't no one else going to be my daddy. By the way, where is the bathroom?"
"There are no bathrooms in this place because there is no need for a bathroom. Why would we have one?"
"I can think of a few reasons."
"Cock is sacred to us. Nothing that comes out of it should go to waste in a sewer. That would be sacrilege. You wouldn't see a catholic priest throw wine in the toilet."
"Fair point. What about showers?"
"There's no need to wash yourself. A man's natural scent should be appreciated. You will soon begin to enjoy the true taste of a cock."
"Don't worry, mr. Roger. I already do."
This place already feels like home.