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Part One.
On the 14th December, 1861, Prince Albert, consort to Queen Victoria died. It was also the day that I, John Brown was born to Elizabeth Brown, wife to the Parson of St, George's Church in Aldgate, London. It wasn't the easiest of births and sadly, I was the only one she had, for if I'd had a sibling or two, life might have turned out different for me.
My mother was thirty six at the time and my father, Albert, forty two, and lived in the parsonage. It had always been called that since the church and house were built way back in the late sixteenth century and escaped the Great Fire of London in 1666. Following the name of our house, father being the parish priest, was known locally as Parson Brown.
My upbringing was rather strict and severe for my forebears had followed Cromwell and so we were Protestants and followed the Bible in more ways than one. This was basically the only book I was allowed to read and had to learn quite a few passages by heart and be able to give the correct answers when questioned by my father.
What with all of my accountable forefathers, the male members of the family had been the Parson at St George's Church and I was expected to follow in my father's footsteps. So when I reached the age of twelve, I was sent to a Theological College that was in a village just north of London. Here, I learned not only how to become a vicar, or parson in my case, but also how males have sex with each other.
Of course, with boys just coming into puberty, it started off with masturbation, and nearly every night in our dormitory you could hear the groans of those doing it in the darkness, myself included. It didn't take long for some of the older boys to take us newcomers under their wing so to speak, and introduce us to having somebody else doing it for you, but of having to return the favour.
It was only natural, or so it seemed to us, that you then progressed from just the handling of an erect penis to having oral sex. So by the time I was sixteen, I was a bloody good cocksucker and was even profane by saying that I could even raise up from the dead, a limp penis to a worthwhile erection.
With it being drummed into us that women were only put on earth for procreation, any woman who sold her body purely for sex was be shunned and abhorred. For not only did these women go with riff raff and sailors that came from over the seas, they also caught and passed on all sorts of diseases.
It was because of this that the boys, as they got older, turned to fucking each other as only males can. After having my cock sucked and doing some of the same myself, it turned out to be a wonderful experience to be able to use my prick by stuffing it up the arse of one of the other boys. That I had to turn round on my knees and have one shoved up my backside turned out to be just as agreeable as being the one that did the fucking.
So for the next four years I was in what I thought was my idea of heaven. Having my cock sucked every other night when I wasn't behind one of the others, getting my end away in fucking a nice tight backside. The downside being that I also had to suck rampant cocks and turn on my knees to be fucked too, but overall, it was a happy four years. What with being pumped full of sperm at night and having the fire and brimstone sermons during our daily lessons.
It was a year before I was due to be ordained into the church when I was called to the Dean's office.
Come in John,' the dean said after calling out for me to enter his office. Sit down,' which I did, feeling a little nervous now for he'd never offered a seat to me before. `I'm afraid I have some very bad news for you. Not to beat about the bush, your father died yesterday.'
I'm glad I was sitting down for it was something of a shock. Even though we'd never really got on well and not seen him for quite a few years now, tears still came to my eyes. I sniffed them back as the dean carried on.
`You weren't due to be ordained until next year John, but, well, we can't really have your future parish left without a parson now, can we. Your family have been there for; well I can't even begin to count the number of years. So we are bringing forward your ordination. Tonight you will become a fully fledged vicar and you will leave tomorrow morning to take up where your father left off. Though it's sad that your first act as being the parson of St. George's Church will be that you see to the funeral of your late father.'
All the students were there in church to see me become a minister of the church and in our dormitory that night, they said their farewell of me by fucking me till I could take no more. Mind you, I fucked quite a few too and sucked on those when I couldn't get it up.
A hackney carriage was laid on to transport me back to Aldgate where I arrived just after lunch. Mother greeted me with a flood of tears and took me to where Father was laid out in his coffin. He didn't look like the same man that I had last seen, but then, the exuberance of life departed when a person died.
I felt rather exalted when I took my first service next day in the church where I was raised and spent most of my early years. Following in father's footsteps as well as my grandfather and his father before him ad infinitum. My sermon was really a short eulogy of my father, going on to say that I hoped that I was now man enough to step into his shoes.
Mother sat in the first pew on the right as befitting her position by being the wife of the late parson and the mother of the present one. I could see the tears run down her face as I spoke and had to struggle to keep mine at bay.
We buried him the following day in the churchyard and quite a few of the parishioners attended the service and interment. They said their farewells, shaking my hand as they, each in turn, commiserated me on my loss and addressed me as Parson Brown. Boy, didn't my heart swell at hearing myself being addressed as such.
Mother had cried again as she threw the first handful of soil into the grave and quickly made her way back to the Parsonage to be there when the few invited guests stopped for the food laid out by our cook.
We were not exactly poor for we could afford to have a cook and two maids who lived in the Parsonage. The cook, well it's obvious that she saw to all our meals which were served by the senior maid who also saw to our rooms. The other maid was there more to do the cleaning though I believe that they both took part in doing the laundry and ironing of our things.
It only took me a few days to find that our church organist was of a similar nature to those that I had left behind at the college. He fairly simpered when I complimented on his playing of the organ and he picked up on it straight away when I asked him if it was the only organ he had played upon. More so when I ran my hand down the front of my vestment and his face went red and he gave me a slight nod of the head.
That was enough and when the evening service ended, I asked him to come on into the parsonage for a drink and that he could tell me on what other organs he'd played with. So after the service, he followed me into my home and I got some ale from the pantry and two tankards and took them, and him, up to my room. I poured us both out a drink and sat down on the bed. My cock was now up and hard inside my trousers and I invited him to sit down next to me. I let him have a good pull of his drink first before taking hold of his hand and putting it to the front of my trousers.
`Have you played with one of these organs before?' I asked him.
`Yes Parson Brown,' he said with a shy smile.
The name is John when we're in my bedroom,' I said with a smile. So let's see how well you can perform on this organ.'
He slipped off the bed and got in between my opened legs and undid the buttons of my trousers and put his hand inside. What a pleasure it was to have another hand, once again, take hold of my piece of meat and pull it out into the open air. His hand felt cool compared to the heat of my erection and it was now out clear of my trousers, the head a glistening red that could be seen poking out from the half rolled back foreskin.
Looks good enough to eat,' he said with a smile as he bent his head and took mine into his mouth. Mmmm,' he mouthed round it as I felt his tongue probing and trying to get under the foreskin. His hand began to move in the up and down motion as he sucked on me, but I didn't want to come into his mouth. I wanted to come in his backside.
Not too much,' I said to him as I stroked his hair. I want to fuck you with it.' Now we would find out if he would go that far in respective of having my organ that he was presently playing with.
Yes please Par...er, John,' he said, lifting his head up from mine. This is one lovely organ that I would like to be used in me.'
It didn't take him long to get his trousers off and get onto the bed. His body was a bit on the thin side as was his half erect cock that I could see as I took my clothes off and got onto the bed behind him.
`For what we are about to receive, I thank the Lord and Parson Brown,' he said as I stroked his bum before spitting on my hand and rubbing it over the head of my erection.
He gave out a grunt as I pushed in past his sphincter muscle and felt him trying to relax and hold my shaft at the same time as I slid into his hot canal. It was lovely and tight and reckoned that not many cocks had ploughed this field that I was going to sow my oats in.
`Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he reap. Galatians,' I said to him, quoting from the Bible as I fucked him, knowing that I would suck on him afterwards, and reaping what I was sowing. He crooned as he felt me come inside him and gave out a cry as I pulled myself out, him falling forward as I got off the bed and washed my prick at the basin on the dresser. He was still lying there on his front as I returned and gave him a push to roll over onto his back, his erection smacking itself flat on his lower stomach.
`That was lovely,' John, he said, smiling up at me and then gave a gasp as I went down onto my knees by the side of bed and took the head of his cock into my mouth. I don't think he'd expected this and it only took a few sucks before he started to come, such was his need for relief. It had been some weeks since I last sucked on another man's organ and it was good to once again have the throbbing piece of meat in my mouth to chew and suck on. He came, though not in as great a quantity that I'm sure I expelled up into his arse. It didn't taste too bad either.
Morgan the Organ, that was what he was known locally as, couldn't kiss my body enough when I stretched myself out alongside his body on the bed.
`It's been a long time since I lay with another man,' he said to me as he kept running his hand up and down my chest, with the occasional stroke of my flaccid penis.
`And none of them was as big as this cock of yours when erect.'
Thank you Morgan. I must say too, that nobody at the college had as fine a cock as you, or taste better,' I said, making him give out a simper at this lie. Turn round so that we can taste each other at the same time.'
It was a bright smile that he gave me as he rose up and turned his body round so that we both had a limp dick in front of our faces.
`I haven't done it this way before,' he said and gave out a gurgle as I took the whole of his penis into my mouth. He was quick to then take mine and I'm sure I heard him crooning as he sucked and gently chewed on my piece.
With my expertise in this field, it didn't take me long to bring that soft lump of flesh up into a hard and throbbing erection. One that I could now chew on properly and make him give out groans as my tongue pushed its way down the foreskin and excite the erogenous part of it.
It wasn't long before I felt his thigh muscles start to tighten up as his cock started to really throb as I felt his surge come up and erupt into my mouth. I don't think his coming was as copious as mine had been, but then, he was at least ten years older than I was. But it was enough to satisfy me in having once again a throbbing cock in my mouth and taking the essence of another male in this fashion.
It took me quite a few more minutes before I came again, though into his mouth this time as I had carried on sucking and chewing on his cock as it started to wilt. He copied me in the licking and cleaning up of the residue of my seed and even managed to get the tip of his tongue beneath my foreskin to excite the small erogenous part of it.
`That's the best I've tasted in a long time Morgan,' I said as I released him.
`I was about to say the same thing John,' he replied after he'd released me, and I turned round on the bed and leaned over and kissed him. He returned my kisses though with not much finesse in the act, but no doubt he would get better with more practice.
Oh John,' he said when we parted. This is most wonderful. Can we do this again some time?' he asked, his eyes shining.
Of course we can Morgan,' I said sitting up and passing him his tankard of ale as I also picked up mine. I'll even drink to the fact,' as I touched my tankard to his. We both smiled at each other as we drank. `But time is getting on,' I said when I'd finished mine and got up from the bed and began to put my clothes back on. He hurriedly finished his ale and he too began to get dressed.
He was somewhat bashful when I took him into my arms and kissed him before I opened the door to my bedroom. I think, to his mind that it was alright when naked on a bed together, but being dressed and standing up it wasn't really the thing for two men to do.
`Now remember Morgan. You can call me John when in this room but not in the church or anywhere else. It's Parson Brown then,' I said, laying down the rule.
`Yes, of course John,' he stuttered as I opened the door and we went back downstairs and we said our goodnight's as I let him out of the front door.
Mother was in the sitting room where I then went, seeing her doing her crocheting, which seemed to be her major occupation nowadays, apart from her embroidery. Like all my handkerchiefs having the letter J, in blue, in one corner.
`How is Morgan?' she asked, looking up as I entered the room.
As well as can be expected I think,' I replied. It's the first time I've had a chance to have a chat with him.'
He seems such a lonely man,' she sighed. He's never married you know.'
I can understand why, I said to myself.
`Alice said that dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes,' she said.
Fine,' I replied. Would you like a glass of sherry?'
Yes please dear. Just a small one,' she said, putting her crocheting to one side. I poured out two, giving her the smaller glass which she took and sipped at the drink. I think that you should start looking for a wife and not finish up as lonely as Morgan,' she said somewhat wistfully.
Christ! A wife I didn't need was my instant thought. I liked fucking the tight arse of another male as well as sucking on a rampant erection.
`I would like to have some Grandchildren round me before I go to join your father. Apart from the fact that you would need a son to carry on the tradition of there always being a Parson Brown to see to this parish.'
`There's plenty of time for that later mother,' I said, having managed not to choke on my sherry at her suggestion.
Time is a fickle thing John,' she said seriously. There is never enough of it, so don't leave a thing like this till it's too late.'
`No mother,' I said, grateful that Alice came into the room to announce that dinner was ready to be served.
It was something that mother was not going to let go of, for she began to have an afternoon tea session with a female member of my congregation every Thursday. I could not refuse and had to sit there as she did her appraisal of all these young women over several months. Of course there would be the discussions of their merits over dinner the same evening.
During this weekly parade of a possible future wife, I was fucking Morgan every Wednesday night and was now looking for a fresh field to plough and sow my oats in. I must say here that most of my congregation I didn't think had bath's in their dwelling places. For when they were all there on a Sunday, you could actually smell the unwashed bodies.
My father, many years earlier had turned one of our upstairs rooms into a bathroom. This actually had a toilet inside for us to use instead of the old one out in the garden. The pipe work ran down into the new sewers that had been laid. There was also a huge bath in there as well as a wood burning boiler to give us hot water. Both mother and I would have a bath three nights a week each, on different days I might add, because there was only enough water in this boiler for one bath.
Now this would be needed, for the young person I had selected to seduce was one of the choir boys, and he, the same as the others, would need a good scrubbing up first before I made any advances on him.
The boy I chose was sixteen years old though he looked as if he was only twelve. He had a nice smile and looked quite pretty. Almost like a young girl and also had a lovely singing voice, but that was not what I was after.
Like the rest, he looked scruffy. He was an orphan and was working in a carpenter's shop where he had to sleep underneath one of the benches at night. This I learned when talking to him for he was the boy that collected the hymn books after each service.
So one Sunday after the service, I was in the vestry taking my outer things off when I spoke to him.
`When was the last time you had a bath Stephen?' I asked of him.
Dunno,' he replied. Long time ago I fink.'
`Well I think it's high time you had one, for, well, to put it crudely, you smell,' I said. He sniffed the air.
`Can't smell nuffink,' he replied.
`Well believe me, you do. Now how would you like to have one over at the Parsonage?'
`What? You're asking me to go and have a bath at your place?' he asked with an incredulous look on his face.
`Yes, I am. And if you're good, you can have one every Sunday night,' I said, hoping that he would agree to this suggestion.
`Well, I would like to, but I can't. Mr Dowling would be mad at me if I was late getting in,' he said. This Mister Dowling being the local carpenter and had quite a few boys working for him.
Don't worry about that,' I said to him, for I will go back with you and explain why you were late.'
`You'd do that for me? Would it be alright with Mrs Brown too?' he asked, an expectant look on his face.
Of course,' I laughed. As to Mrs Brown, I'm the master of the house so there's no need to worry on both counts, for after your bath, I'll go with you and speak to Mr Dowling.' An apt name for a carpenter I thought. So with this assurance, he was only too willing to follow me over to the Parsonage.
As was the custom, Mary had seen to the boiler and there would be enough hot water for this bath time for Stephen, though I would have to forgo mine when I saw the state of the water later. For there was only enough water for one bath.
Mother had no objections when I said that I was going to see that the choir boys started to take some pride in their bodies by having a bath at odd times.
`Yes. Cleanliness is next to Godliness,' she said, quoting what my father had said when he had the bath first installed, though I couldn't recollect that phrase being in the Bible
So with this sorted out, took Stephen upstairs to the bathroom. He gasped with amazement to see this large bath in the room as well as there being a toilet in there too.
I turned on the taps and started to fill the bath and helped him get his clothes off. He was not just dirty, but absolutely bloody filthy. Of course, the first thing I looked at was his genitals and saw that for his age and size, was quite in proportion to the rest of his body. The next was the cheeks of his bum, and was pleased to see that they were like nice plums. But his neck and feet were really filthy with ingrained dirt and I quickly helped him get into the clear clean water, having made sure that it wasn't too hot for him.
He gave out a big sigh as he sank down into the water, the level coming up to his chest.
`Oh this is grand!' he exclaimed as he felt the heat of the water now covering most of his body.
Now to get you nice and clean,' I said as I knelt down by the side and picked up a bar of soap. We'll start with your hair,' I said as I began to wet it and rub the bar of soap into it and create a lather. This took a good fifteen minutes of massaging his scalp and getting the soap to work its magic before using a saucepan to ladle water over his head to get rid of the soap suds.
I then used a soaped cloth to see to his face and neck, the latter really needing a scrubbing brush on it, but it looked much better when I'd finished.
`Now the feet and legs,' I said as I pulled one leg up and began on that until it was clean before seeing to the other one.
Okay, they're done. Now stand up for the rest,' I said, and helped him stand up. I first washed his lower back and thighs, loving the feeling of running my hands over the cheeks of his bum as I washed this part. Turn round,' I commanded, and he did so. Now I could really seeing his frontal parts and began washing him with the cloth but finished up using my hand instead as I took care of his penis and balls.
`This is a nice pecker you've got,' I said as I rubbed it in my soapy hand, taking my time in doing this. The movement of my hand making it begin to rise up. I saw that his hands had closed into fists and were being held to his side and a quick look up to his face saw that he had his eyes shut.
`Do you like me washing you like this?' I asked him in a soft voice, my hand still moving on his now erect cock.
`Y...yes Parson,' he managed to get out with a slight stutter.
`Do you do this to yourself? Masturbate? Jerk off? I asked in the same soft voice. It was nice to be handling him in this fashion and kept my hand moving slowly on him.
`Y...yes.' His voice now as soft as mine.
`Would you like me to keep on going till you come? Having another hand doing it for you?'
`Yes please,' he said in almost a whisper. So I held him a bit firmer and began to jerk him off. It didn't take long before I felt his body start to stiffen up and fell his cock swell a bit more and had his sperm start to shoot out from the eye of his cock.
I had kept a pan of clean water out by the side of the bath and when he'd finished coming, poured this water over his erection to clear it of soap suds and then pulled his body to the side and took the whole of his erection into my mouth.
I heard him give out a gasp as my mouth closed over him and his hands unclenched and came up to rest on both sides of my head as I moved his cock in and out in a gently sucking movement.
`Oh Christ,' he moaned as he felt my tongue move over his exposed head for the foreskin had rolled right back with my mouth movements on him. That he used the Lord's name, I let go for it was really in keeping with the way he was feeling right then. I had half expected him to pull back with me doing this, but he hadn't, so I sucked on him and drew out the last drops of his sperm and got a real taste of him. I let go of him and stood up and reached for a towel.
All done and you're now nice and clean,' I said with a smile as I put the towel round his shoulders. Out you get and let me dry you.'
He gave me a shy smile and got out of the bath and stood there as I began rubbing him dry. The head first before moving down, loving the feel of the cheeks of his bum through the towel. I then wrapped the towel round him and picked up his clothes and led him out and down to my bedroom.
I sat him down at my dressing table and picked up a brush and ran it through his hair, getting the knots out and could see out of the corner of my eye, the shy smile he had on his face at this pampering. When finished, I went over to my chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of shorts that were too small for me and passed them over to him.
`I don't think you've ever been so clean, so I think it would be better to put some clean clothes on too,' I said with a smile. Even though he'd been naked in the bathroom and I'd just sucked on his cock, he now seemed shy as he took the pair of shorts and quickly dropped the towel and put them on.
`I must say that you've got a nice cock and it tasted good too,' I said with a grin. He gave me that shy smile back again as he had to hold the shorts up, so I got out a belt and fixed it round to hold them up. Next I gave him a shirt which was much too big for him but with it tucked in and the sleeves rolled up, it would pass. I also gave him a clean pair of socks, again too big but would suffice.
I put his clothes in a bag and took him downstairs and out of the house to take him back where he slept at night.
`Shouldn't I fank Mrs Brown as well as yourself Parson for letting me have that bath?' he asked.
`I'll pass on your thanks,' I said, ruffling his still damp hair as I went with him to where Mr Dowling had his shop.
`Stephen! Where have..., oh Parson Brown.' Mr Dowling started, but I interrupted him.
`My apologises Mr Dowling. That Stephen is late is my fault for which I apologise. I insisted that he had a bath and was sure that you wouldn't object to me seeing that he had a good clean up as I saw that he really needed it,' I said in such a way that I was also slightly rebuking him for not seeing that the boys he had working there, get themselves clean and look after their well being in this respect.
`I...I thank you Parson,' he stuttered, and I took the initiative to carry on.
`I'm sure you won't object to him staying an hour later next week for another bath?' I said with a smile.
`No, no, if Stephen wants to that is,' he answered me.
`Would you like another bath next Sunday night?' I asked Stephen, giving my lips a lick as I finished.
`Yes please Parson,' he said with that sweet smile again and I found that my cock was getting hard at the thought of what I would like to do next week with him.
That's settled then. See you Wednesday night,' I said to Stephen, giving him a big smile and to Mr Dowling, Thank you for your understanding,' leaving him a little bewildered at this remark. I went back to the Parsonage looking forward to next Sunday night.
I couldn't get the boy out of my mind for the rest of the week, seeing him there in the choir on Wednesday night, getting some sort of secret smile from him in the vestry and asked if he was looking forward to Sunday night, to which he said he was.
He was still in my thoughts when I had Morgan up in my room that evening to fuck, though while I was fucking him, I was really thinking that it was Stephen bent over before me and it was his backside that I had my cock stuck up inside. Such were my thoughts that I came far too soon and spent myself in Morgan. He almost grovelled when I said that he could fuck me and he was quick to get up behind me and push his erection up into me.
I drooled as his prick moved inside me and again my thoughts went back to Stephen and tried to imagine that it was him behind me, fucking me with that cock that I managed to give a suck to. But a rampant cock is a cock to whomsoever it belonged to, was giving me pleasure and what I was needing at that time and loved having one where it was at that moment in time.
But like me, he came too soon and after he'd washed himself properly, we spent the next hour sucking on each other's cock to bring it erect and have the subsequent coming to savour in our mouths before swallowing.
The following day, I had to suffer another young woman at tea with my mother, another one that I found reasons to object to courting in the future. She was fast running out of possible females that she would accept as being her daughter-in-law.
Come Sunday, I was rather in a dither, and in my sermon that evening spoke of the Gospel according to Matthew, that the meek shall inherit the earth, throwing in from Luke that it was better to give than receive. I was looking at Stephen when I uttered these last words and wondered if he would understand what I was saying. I still wasn't sure at the end of the service.
I was glad when this was over and I had taken off my vestments in the vestry when Stephen came in with the hymn books to put away.
`Looking forward to your bath tonight?' I asked of him.
`Yes Parson,' he said with a smile and I immediately felt myself rear up within my trousers as he took off his choir gown.
`Let's go then,' I said, leading him out and back over to the Parsonage. It was straight into the bathroom we went and I put in the plug and began to fill the bath with lovely hot water. His clothes were off and in before it was even half full and sighed again as he felt the heat begin to soak into his bones. Now I was going to do what I couldn't last week, and that was get in the bath with him. The water then had been so filthy that I just couldn't and therefore had to go without that night. But tonight would be different for he was still rather clean from the scrubbing I had given him. He watched me with wide eyes as I began to take my clothes off and gave out a cry as I dropped my trousers.
`Parson!' he cried out.
Stephen,' I said as I sat down on the toilet to pull my trousers free from my feet. I missed out on my bath last Sunday in the washing of you. There's only enough hot water for one bath and I'm certainly not going to miss out this week too.' I stood up and his eyes were like round orbs as he looked at my swaying erection before I got into the bath behind him. `This way we can both have a good wash and not waste the water,' and began to wash his hair first before his back and front and let him do his own feet this time.
When this was done I told him to stand up and here I washed the cheeks of his lovely bum before telling him to turn round. This he did slowly with a strange sickly grin on his face and saw the reason why, for he had an erection sticking out proudly from his groin.
Well that's a nice sight to see,' I said with a smile. You must have liked me washing it last week.' He gave me a nod as I began to wash it again, using my hands instead of a cloth.
`Did you also like it when I jerked you off?' I asked, my hand now moving slowly on his erection. Again he nodded.
`Did you also like it when I gave it a suck afterwards?' I asked in my soft voice, which he again nodded.
`Would you like me to do both again?'
`Yes please Parson,' he said in a low voice.
`How about me doing both at the same time?' His look this time was of puzzlement but soon relaxed when I pulled him towards me to stand between my open legs and took his cock into my mouth.
God, I was in heaven here on earth as I felt him tremble and have his cock throb in my mouth as my lips closed round the head. I managed to work my tongue under the foreskin and had him give out a shudder as it touched and moved over the G string. I put my right hand up and held the base of his cock as my left hand went round and held the right cheek of his bum as I really began to suck on him as I moved my right hand backwards and forwards. My left hand was moving too as I caressed and squeezed his bum cheek as I sucked and played with his prick in my mouth.
His hands came up to the side of my head and it wasn't long before he was holding me in a tight grip as his own body took over and he began to face fuck me. My own erection was beginning to pain me as his cock moved in and out between my teeth that was rasping the shaft as he moved. Then he stiffened up with just his hips moving as he came, shooting his sperm deep into my throat with the first surge, the later ones collecting together in my mouth.
It was with a big sigh that he came to a halt, his balls empty but his cock still throbbing away as it tried to eject the last remnants of his seed which I helped by sucking that bit more. I pulled my head off of him and looked up to his smiling face and let him see that I had most of his outpouring still in my mouth before closing my lips and swallowing it all. Then it was back onto the head of his cock I went to lick off the residue and see that he had none left underneath the foreskin.
`That...that was incredible. It was so...so wonderful Parson,' he managed to get out, his eyes shining as he looked down at me still sitting there between his legs.
I'm glad that you enjoyed it. Now sit down and you can wash me,' I said, and so as he sat down, I turned round so that my back was towards him. You needn't wash my hair,' I said as I settled down and gave myself up to the pleasure of having my back washed. I wasn't even in my teens when I last had my back washed for me by my mother. He even managed to wash my chest from behind before it came to crunch time where I then stood up for him to wash my backside and legs. This he did and couldn't wait for him to finish that part of me before turning round.
`Now the front,' I said. My cock sticking out hard and solid, up at an almost forty five degree angle. He rose up onto his knees and began to handle me as he soaped all round my balls before taking on my erection. I couldn't control the gasp I gave as he took it into his fist as he began to soap it. I looked down at him and saw that he was smiling as his soapy hand moved up and down on my shaft, making it really throb, begging for release.
`Will you do the same for me?' I asked in a somewhat strangled voice as I looked into his smiling eyes and knew then that he would. He splashed a lot of water over the head to clear it of soap and took me firmly in his hand and closed his eyes as his mouth opened and took the head of my cock inside.
God, I was back in heaven again as his mouth closed round the head and I felt his tongue run over it. He even managed to copy me in a fashion at using his teeth to gently scrape along part of the shaft as his head moved back and forth on me as he sucked away.
`Breathe through your nose,' I said to him, noticing that he was going rather red in the face as he sucked on me. There was one big gasp from him as he briefly released me to let go the breath he'd been holding before clamping his lips round the head again to carry on sucking me. This time he was now breathing through his nose and as I felt myself nearing my peak, took hold of his head and began to face fuck him myself.
His hand held me firmly at the base of my cock as I began to move myself in and out of his mouth and whispered that he shouldn't try to swallow it as it came but wait till I'd finished and then came, spurting gouts of semen into his mouth. He did as he was told and didn't attempt at swallowing it as it erupted, but waited until I had finished with a big sigh and reluctantly pulled myself free from his mouth.
His eyes were shining as he looked up at me and tried to grin as he showed me that he still had all of my sperm in his mouth which he then swallowed. I couldn't help but pull him up and kiss him on the lips that had just left my cock head. He must have enjoyed it too, for he held me tight and returned the kiss with some passion.
But what was amazing was that when our bodies came together in this embrace, I felt that he was once again, sporting an erection, and that was just within the last fifteen minutes. Such is youth!
Stephen. That was magnificent,' I said in an almost gushing tone of voice. Was this your first time on sucking on another man?'
`It was Parson, and I enjoyed it,' he said joyously.
`I enjoyed doing it to you too,' I said, pulling him back hard to my body in an embrace and I moved so that his head came up and I kissed him again. I moved my body sideways to his so that his erect cock was rubbing against my stomach.
`Would you like to go further with what is being squashed between us?' I said, moving my hands up to hold his head so that I could look directly into his eyes.
`For I would like you to fuck me.' There, I'd said it, but wondered if he knew that it would be quid pro quo in taking this final step into having male sex. He nodded.
`God bless you,' I said as I released him and turned round in the bath and went down onto my knees and presented him with the view of my backside. The aperture to this was just above the water line so he could see what he had to aim at. I felt him also go down onto his knees and gave out a shudder as I felt the head of his cock touch the entrance to my arsehole.
There was no finesse about him as his hands came onto my hips and pushed forward, ramming himself straight up into me. I gave out a gasp at the suddenness of his attack as his fingers dug into my hips as he began to shaft me.
`This is fucking lovely,' he crooned as he moved in and out, his thighs smacking against the cheeks of my bum. The water was sloshing backward and forwards under me to his movements, making my own cock start to rise at the pleasure I was getting from his fucking of me. Feeling it slide back and forth as it throbbed at the same time, trying to hold him from moving too fast by using my sphincter muscle.
But there was no stopping him at this first time of fucking another male person up the arse. He even began to move faster as he neared his peak, feeling his fingers dig into me until he held me tight to his thighs as he began to just pump his hips as he began to shoot his load into me.
I could feel the throb and twitch of his cock as his sperm hit my insides, feeling every spurt as he came. I could hear him panting as he tried to stuff more of himself into me, feeling drops of sweat land on my back.
It was with a big sigh that he came to a stop, leaning heavily onto my rear end, his cock still throbbing away inside me. It was wonderful for a first timer. We must have stayed in that position for at least several minutes before he, with reluctance it seemed, to pull himself back out of me. Even I gave out a whimper as he came free from my backside, his hands sliding off of my hips as he sat back in the water.
Water splashed everywhere as I turned round and leaned forward and gave him a kiss.
That was wonderful,' I said, almost out of breath myself after the kiss. Now to wash you. This you must always do after having sex this way.'
I sat back down in the water and turned him round so that his back was to me and not for him to be able to see that my own cock was up and felt as though it was made of iron. It was really paining me in that state and Stephen didn't know what was going to happen.
As he had turned round, I think that he thought that he would be sitting between my legs for me to wash his erection, but I was keeping his hips up high and pulled him back. My thumbs were pulling the cheeks of his bum wide as I sat him down onto me, my cock unerringly sliding straight up into his backside.
`Christ!' he gasped as he came to a stop, sitting on my thighs, my prick right up inside him, throbbing away. It was lovely to have my cock squashed into the tight interior of his body, the first cock every to enter this domain of his. It was tighter than a duck's arse which was watertight.
Wow!' he gasped again. I can feel it throbbing inside me.'
`Do you like it? I didn't hurt you?' I asked as I made myself twitch inside him.
No, it didn't hurt. I wasn't ready or expected it but I do like feeling it where it is now,' he panted. Ooooh,' he sighed as I moved my bum about to get comfortable, my cock moving about inside him. `This is nice,' he gurgled.
So with him sitting comfortably on my thighs with my cock up his arse, (what bliss), I put my hands round his waist and took hold of his still hard cock and began to wash him properly.
`This is lovely Parson,' he crooned as he lay his head back onto my shoulder as I made sure that he was really clean, especially under the foreskin. He even gave out a gurgle of delight when I manipulated his balls with my hands.
Well that's you nice and clean now Stephen,' and gave out a little chuckle as I added, now where were we before I started cleaning you up?' giving my cock a twitch up inside him.
`With where your cock is now Parson, I think you were about to fuck me,' he said with a girlish giggle.
`So I was,' I said with a laugh and put my hands firmly on his hips and began to lift him up and down on my erection. This was not the kind of position I would be in with Morgan, for he was at least double the weight of Stephen. But at least I had now achieved what I had set out to do with regards to seducing Stephen. He had liked me sucking on him and being allowed to fuck me and now he was giving out small groans of pleasure as he felt my cock giving him an internal massage.
Too soon I began to really bounce him on my cock and finally held him tight to my thighs as I began pumping my seed up into that freshly ploughed field, sowing my oats as it were.
I felt it!' he cried out as I came to a halt, breathing quite heavily at the exertion of lifting him up and down from this sitting position. I felt you coming inside me. No!' he cried as I lifted him up off of me, his sphincter muscle really tightening itself round my shaft as my prick came out of his backside.
`Oh Parson, that was wonderful,' he gurgled as he turned around on his knees and put his hands on my shoulders and kissed me.
I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I did Stephen,' I said as I returned his kisses. but now it's your turn to wash me properly as I did for you.' This he did and I thoroughly enjoyed having his hands push the foreskin back and really wash the head of my cock until I was clean.
Okay, that's enough for this week,' I said, easing him away from me. Time to dry off and get dressed for me to see you home.' I think it was with some reluctance that he let go of me and got out of the bath and picked up a towel. I then got out and pulled the plug before taking the towel from him and began to dry his body.
`There, all nice and clean again,' I said when I'd finished and went on to dry myself and didn't stop him when he took up another towel and used it to dry my balls and the upper parts of my thighs.
`Can we do the same next Sunday Parson?' he asked shyly as he began to get dressed.
`Of course Stephen, though let's be a bit more comfortable by having each other on my bed after our bath. You'll find it better than being squashed in the bath,' I replied.