Many people think that New York City (NYC) is the capital of New York State. The first capital was Kingston in 1777. During the American Revolutionary War, the city was burned by the British after the Battle of Saratoga. After Kingston, New York’s legislature convened annually in NYC and Albany. In 1797 the decision was made to establish Albany as its permanent capital. It is the home town of Wilfrid who happens to be the most handsome student at Albany High School. Every girl wants to date him and some guys have a crush on the gorgeous muscular student whom they have seen naked in the locker room and shower area. Medium built, a bit hairy, broad shoulders, firm biceps, pecs and ass, impressive cut dick.
Wilfrid is not only adorable, he is friendly, funny, brilliant in class, the type of son-in-law every mother dreams about. He is known to be a passionate kisser. Girls who have benefited from Wilfrid’s embrace say how they felt giddy, even having butterflies in their stomach. It’s like time stops as your heart rate increases. No student knows that Wilfrid prefers to kiss guys who are older than him, mature men. He gets a chance to do so when coach Harry and him are alone in the locker room.
Wilfrid stays longer than usual in his jockstrap, showing off a fuckingly nice bulge. The coach smiles and congratulates him on his remarkable virility. Wilfrid approaches and kisses Harry on the lips as if it goes without saying. The reaction is mutual and is accompanied by hands gripping the student’s peachy butt. Wilfrid pulls down the coach’s jogging suit and discovers a cock sticking its glans out of a jockstrap stained with sweat, urine and sperm. He kneels down to smell the virile aroma, to bite the already hard veiny purple cock, to extract it completely from the pouch, to suck it greedily. Not a word is exchanged but Harry easily guesses that Wilfrid wants to swallow a rope of man juice. He shoves his rod deeper in the student’s throat and floods it with succulent creamy jizz.
The coach also guesses that, at 17, Wilfrid has not yet fucked a guy or been fucked himself. “I would love to feel you inside me. I have a condom and lube. Do you want to fuck me hard and deep?” This is not the first time that Wilfrid is asked to fuck a guy. The queer kid on the block has often extended such an invitation to him, but he wants to be intimate with a guy older than himself, someone who is his father’s age. The 41-year-old coach meets this condition and his hairy ass is an asset, pun intended. “I would love to shove my rod in your hairy ass!”
Harry sets the stage for a full-blown penetration, encouraging Wilfrid to be rough at times, to use dirty language, to treat him like s slut. A little clumsy at first, the high school student doesn’t take long to thrust his dick like a pro. He digs his claws into the coach’s plump hairy buttocks, reaching a pace that makes Harry moan with pleasure. After screams of pure fullness and just as he is about to explode, Wilfrid pulls out his cock, takes off the condom, and cums all over the crack, hole and balls of a coach floating on cloud nine. He licks his own cum while sticking his tongue in Harry’s ass, a first that he intends to repeat in the near future. He alternates on kissing the coach on the ass hole and on the lips. “This is so fucking tasty!”
After graduating from high school, at 18, Wilfrid gets a job as monitor in a Summer-camp run by the catholic parish where his parents attend mass at Christmas and Easter, sometimes for a marriage or a funeral. The teenager is attracted to the pastor who, for his part, sees in Wilfrid a potential candidate for the priesthood. During a meeting with Father Benedict, Wilfrid feels that he should go straight to the point and tell him that he is not straight.
“The seminary will never accept me, Father, because I’m gay.”
“You will not be the only one who has a preference for men. The superior of St. Joseph’s Seminary and College is homosexual; some theological professors and spiritual directors are also known to be gay. The cardinal-archbishop and the pope who appointed him don’t seem to pay attention to that.”
“I would not be a candidate for pedophilia because I am not attracted to young mans. I prefer men your age, if I may be blunt.”
“I find you very attractive, Wilfrid, and would love to kiss you.”
As you can imagine, this leads to a scene full of caressing, kissing, licking, sucking, rimming and fucking. In a letter to the superior of St. Joseph’s Seminary and College, Father Benedict highly recommends Wilfrid to the priesthood, adding a note on his “special assets”.
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After four years at the college level and four more years of study at the seminary, Wilfrid is 25 when he is ordained a priest. The archbishop appoints him assistant-pastor in a rough and dangerous parish of New York. Located in the Bronx, Hunts Point is one of the worst parts of NYC due to street gangs, prostitution and drug issues that run rampant in the area. Your chance of being a victim in Hunts Point is about 1 in 22. The archdiocese strongly suggests a self-defence course to the young Father Wilfrid. His trainer is an ex-wrestler and a bodybuilder who has spent all his adult life worshipping muscles, cock and ass. He is also a masseur who knows how to knead a man’s body and trigger a hard-on; each session ends with a blowjob or ass fucking, often both.
Just before Easter, Father Wilfrid is busy hearing confessions. Nelson, a mature man kneels down:
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”
“How long since your last confession?”
“......... I-I don’t remember.”
“What are your sins, my Son?”
“I’ve engaged in sloth and gluttony, eating and drinking, showing no regard for my body...”
“Go on...”
“I’ve been vain and wasteful in my ways, Father; I’ve used my time in intrigue and useless diversions... I’ve toyed with emotions including my own, I’ve kept silent when I should have spoken, stood idle when I should have intervened... and I’ve pursued pleasure for pleasure’s sake, receiving nothing but hollowness... and I... I…”
“Yes?”
“I’ve done the dirty...”
“Excuse me?”
“You know what I mean, Father...”
“You mean self pleasure?”
“Uhh... that too, Father, but that’s not what I meant.”
“Can you be more precise?”
“I’ve lest men like you fuck me many times, hard and deep, stretching my shit hole like you can not imagine! Sorry, Father, I got carried away, but believe me, fist-fucking is so damn hot!”
“Do you repent, my Son?”
“I do, Father... it seems as though I feel a hole in my heart.”
“That which you seek is not on the outside pleasures that the world provides, but in the fountain of happiness that springs from a clean conscience. You must pray as an act of penance, and participate in communion. Come and see me tonight and I will give you the most holy communion!”
“Yes, I will.”
“Very well, I absolve thee in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit...”
“Amen.”
It is almost 10 p.m. when Nelson, dressed in leather, finally shows up at the rectory; the pastor is away for two weeks. Father Wilfrid is wearing tight faded blues jeans and a black t-shirt with a roman collar. He welcomes Nelson with a warm hug, then kisses him on the mouth. Both get aroused in no time. “I am the representative of God in this room, Nelson. My cock hard as rock is a symbol of our Almighty Father’s strength and power. I need to face-fuck you so that you can swallow God’s seed. That is the most holy communion.” The mix of leather and denim excites the two men who caress each other voluptuously. Father Wilfrid pulls out his almost stiff dick and positions himself to slap it on Nelson’s face. The young priest loves it when a man licks his cock like a lolipop. Once it’s fully hard, he shoves his dagger in Nelson’s mouth and throat; he makes him choke on a holy boner. The in-and out movement leads to an explosion of jizz swallowed greedily by a hungry mature man.
“Time for ass-fucking now, Nelson, so that your body can feel God inside its divine hole. My dick is the most holy instrument of penetration.” On that note, and with the help of sanctified lube, Father Wilfrid first fingers Nelson’s ass hole, then inserts the full 8 inches of meat to fill the awesome trunk with warm creamy junk. The pounding doesn’t take more than four minutes to reach a new explosion. “I also want to have communion; you will felch out my seed so that I can swallow the purest nectar on Earth, and share it with you in a deep French-kiss.”
Nelson is now totally on Father Wilfrid’s side. The assistant pastor knows that his new fuck buddy is involved with street gangs, prostitution and drugs. In less than a year, he convinces him to reduce the rate of victims in Hunts Point from about 1 in 22 to almost 1 in 42. The role played by the young vicar reaches the ear of the archbishop who promises to one day appoint him full parish priest. “We badly need such instruments of God,” he says to himself.
Nelson sees that Wilfrid’s instrument is always hard and juicy, powerful and penetrating.
