Praying too hard
It had been a week since Ian’s job interview with FedUp, and he had not received any news from the company. He should have expected that he didn’t get the job, as he felt he had messed up everything due to his anxiety and poor decisions. Ian needed to move on and continue his job hunt, or he would run out of savings and risk losing his apartment. Thus, he decided to take a walk around his neighbourhood to clear his mind and prepare for a fresh start the next day.
Usually, Ian was always in a rush to run his errands and paid little attention to his surroundings. Today, he was surprised to discover that his neighbourhood had quite a few stores and amenities. He then stumbled upon a church belonging to the Anglican Communion. Ian felt it must be fate that led him to the church, where he could seek forgiveness from God for his mistakes during the job interview. There were only a few people in the main hall, mostly seated in the front rows, praying silently. Ian chose to sit in the middle row and began praying for forgiveness.
As Ian finished praying, he noticed a man wearing a black cassock standing nearby. The man introduced himself as Fr. Mark Alan and appeared to be in his late 50s. Ian observed that Fr. Mark had a slim build, was around 5’5” tall, and had grey hair on the sides. He also wore black-framed sunglasses. Ian assumed Fr. Mark must be one of the priests at the church.
Fr. Mark asked if Ian was a new member, as he hadn't seen him before. Ian explained that he had happened upon the church and felt that praying might bring him some comfort. Fr. Mark then inquired about what was troubling Ian, but Ian felt uncomfortable discussing it in such a public space. Sensing Ian’s discomfort, Fr. Mark suggested they talk privately in the secluded backyard garden, away from prying eyes. Ian felt he could trust Fr. Mark, so he agreed and followed him to the garden.
The backyard garden was secluded, with thick bushes blocking the view, though a small footpath led the way with careful observation. They sat on a bench in the far corner of the garden, hidden from the entrance. Once seated, Ian began to share his troubles about the job interview and what had transpired. Initially, Fr. Mark was silent, but as Ian described his experience with Mr. Plait, Fr. Mark’s reaction changed. Ian noticed that Fr. Mark began to sweat and started mumbling, though Ian could still make out some of the words. Fr. Mark's murmurs sounded like, “Oh Lord, is this an ordeal sent by God? I have been very obedient and resisted temptation so well…”
Confused by Fr. Mark’s reaction, Ian stopped talking. Fr. Mark then told Ian that it was good he had come for prayer and hoped that Ian felt better now. Ian agreed, saying he needed this to move forward and continue his job search. Fr. Mark wanted to ensure Ian was okay after praying, so he asked for his contact information. They exchanged numbers and stood up to leave. As Ian turned back to wave goodbye, he noticed a bulge forming beneath Fr. Mark’s cassock. Ian found this interesting but decided not to dwell on it.
Over the next few days, Ian searched for jobs diligently and sent his CV to several companies he was interested in. So far, he had secured two job interviews scheduled for the following week. Things were going smoothly for Ian, and he seemed to have moved past his previous job interview. Then, he received a text message from Fr. Mark, who wanted to invite Ian to the church that early evening for a brief chat to see how he was doing. Since Ian was planning to get takeaway for dinner near the church, he thought a quick visit for a brief chat wouldn’t take long. Ian responded that he would come over.
When Ian arrived at the church, he found the main entrance closed, so he sent Fr. Mark a text message. Soon after, Fr. Mark opened the side door, which led to the office, and invited Ian inside. Fr. Mark was wearing the same black cassock and led Ian to his office. He mentioned that he was staying late to work on the church’s financial report since others had already gone home. Fr. Mark wanted to take this opportunity to ask Ian how he was doing after their previous meeting.
Fr. Mark’s office was at the far end of the building. Upon entering, Ian saw a large desk with a laptop and some documents on top, along with three chairs. To the left, there was a bookshelf filled with books, and to the right, a small couch and coffee table. Fr. Mark led Ian to the right side of the room, and they sat together on the couch with a small gap between them. Before asking how Ian was doing, Fr. Mark offered him a cup of tea.
Ian updated Fr. Mark on his job search, expressing hope for the upcoming interviews and anticipation of securing a job soon. Fr. Mark was pleased for Ian and asked if everything else was okay. Ian assured him that everything was fine and thanked Fr. Mark for his concern. Ian then asked if Fr. Mark had any other topics to discuss; otherwise, he wanted to leave to get his dinner before the nearby takeaway restaurant became crowded. Fr. Mark did not want to keep Ian for too long, so they both stood up to say goodbye.
However, as they were saying goodbye, Fr. Mark moved closer to Ian and kissed him on the mouth. The kiss lasted less than a minute before Fr. Mark pulled away and apologized, expressing confusion about his own actions. He was unsure what had prompted him to do such a thing.
Ian told Fr. Mark that it was fine and questioned if Fr. Mark was into men. Fr. Mark immediately denied the accusation, stating that he was married with two beautiful daughters. He simply found Ian to be very handsome and charming. Ian took a step forward and placed his hand on Fr. Mark's crotch. Though Fr. Mark didn’t have a big cock, Ian could still feel Fr. Mark had an erection, and Fr. Mark had a pair of heavy balls.
Ian then looked directly at Fr. Mark and said “Am I so good-looking that you get an erection that fast and why aren’t you wearing anything underneath your cassock? What do you have in mind for this meeting?”
Fr. Mark was speechless and averted his gaze from Ian. Ian then lifted Fr. Mark’s cassock and knelt to get a better view of his jewels. Fr. Mark’s erected cock was about 5 inches long and below average girth, but he had a nice big pair of smooth balls sacks. As Ian was about to move closer to taste Fr. Mark’s balls, Fr. Mark turned and tried to escape. Ian acted swiftly, grabbing Fr. Mark’s legs and causing him to fall onto all fours, revealing his full moon to Ian.
While Fr. Mark was trying to get up, Ian buried his face in Fr. Mark’s buttock and started tongue fucking Fr. Mark.
“Ooooooo……Ian stops this at once…. Please… oooooooo….. I gonna kick you if you don’t stop…. OOoooooooo God…” Fr. Mark moaned.
Ian ignored Fr. Mark's demand and continued rimming and tongue fucking Fr. Mark’s arse. Fr. Mark continued to moan and had stopped asking Ian to stop. Both Ian and Fr. Mark were enjoying this moment.
“Ooooooohhh…. Ohhh…. God… this is so nice…. Ohhhh… ohhh…….” Fr. Mark continued moaning.
Ian then made his next move, he slowly unzipped his pants and pulled his undie down, revealing his hungry 6.5 inches long cock out.
“Wait… Ian why stopped…. No… hold on….no… What are you inserting in…...OOOOOOOOhhh FuuuuuuuCk! Fr. Mark went from moaning to groaning.
Ian had shafted his cock into Fr. Mark’s arse and held on to Fr. Mark’s waist, ready for the pumping action.
“Don’t act innocent to me, Fr. Mark, ah… arghh… your arse isn’t that difficult to enter ah…. Arghh… so I believe it’s not the first time you have something inside your arse. Arghhh…argghhh.. Am I right? Ian was now panting as he was furiously thrusting his cock in and out of Fr. Mark’s arse.
“Yes…. Oohhh… you are right……ooohhhh… Damn so good… better than my dildo……oooohhhh… fuck….” Fr. Mark replied.
“Arggghhhh… So did I hear you saying arggh….my cock is better than your dildo? Argh…. Can you say it loudly that you prefer my cock and love me fucking you? Argghh….. because you have been a naughty priest…. Argggh….” Ian was fucking while saying these to Fr. Mark.
“Yes…. Fuck me harder Ian, oh… Fuck me… harder…. Oooh… give me your holy seeds….ooohhh….” Fr. Mark said.
Now the room was not just filled with two horny men moaning and groaning sound, a loud mixed slapping sound with rhythm could be heard too. Ian had increased his thrust and speed, the mixed slapping sound came from Ian's upper thighs hitting on Fr. Mark’s butt cheeks and also Fr. Mark’s big balls swinging back hitting at Ian’s balls.
“Ooooh god… this is so fucking good… I going to cum real soon….ooohhhh…. ooohh… yeah…. Hit that spot… some more…. Oooohhhhh….. here… I cummmmmm………AHHHHHHhhhhhhh!!!” Fr. Mark moan loudly and then shivered when he cummed.
“I won't argghhhhh… be that long… just bear with me for a while…. Arghhh…” Ian still vigorously pumping hard even after Fr. Mark had cummed.
“Ohhhhhhh mine….. what’s this feeling again……. Ian fuck me harder….oooohh… I think I cumming again……” Fr. Mark said.
Ian pumping Fr. Mark’s arse even harder once he heard that Fr. Mark going to cum again.
“Right…. Arghhh…. Here I cum……. Argghhh… Take my holy seeds… You slutty priest…….arghhh… arghhh… arghh….” Ian groaned as he cummed.
“OOOOOOOooooooohhhh… Fuuccck… Here I cummed again!! Fr. Mark’s moaned and cummed twice.Fr. Mark was lying exhausted on the floor. Ian quickly wiped the sweat off his body, dressed, and prepared to leave.
As he was heading out, Ian said to Fr. Mark, "I’ll keep your secret. Feel free to call me if you need anything." Then he closed the door and left the church.
