Chapter 1
John Porter was born to a God-fearing Catholic family whose parents were rich in love of God and the church, but poor in all other things. He was the second child, and arrived after a wait of eleven years from the time of the birth of their first child, a daughter.
This being the case, his devout parents declared him to be a special gift from God and vowed that they would repay that gift by making him a priest.
He first discovered this when he was a very young child. In church, he saw that the priest looked healthier, better fed than most of the flock, was looked up to and admired, and all in all, enjoyed an eminent position. It did not seem a bad life at all.
In addition, his daily prayers, morning and evening, contained his spoken promise that he would become a priest, so that it was not long before he accepted his vocation as a fact of life.
Through his early childhood, he was protected from boys who could be a bad influence and, as a result, he was what his parents called a perfect boy, a child without sin.
This state lasted until young John woke one morning to discover that his little cock had changed in a most drastic manner during the night. Rather than the soft little piece of meat it usually was, it stood up as straight and as hard as a bone.
When he threw back the covers to continue his exploration of this miracle, he touched it and instantly savored a most thrilling sensation, not just in his tool, but through his entire body. Quite naturally, he touched it again and again, alternating between touching with his fingers, and holding it in his clenched hand.
As he continued to experiment, he learned that by drawing back the skin and touching the velvety head, he could increase the sensation of pleasure.
He wondered why he had never been told that the little thing through which he pissed could be a most enjoyable toy, and why he had not discovered that fact before.
A little while later, while he still fondled his first bone, John made a new and startling discovery. There were a few seconds of a strange tension which gripped his entire body, then came a flow of ecstasy as a white fluid spurted from his cock in burst after burst.
After that, his stiff cock was again a soft little piece of meat, weak and tired looking, just the way he felt then.
Hearing his mother passing outside his room, he called her into the room and told her in glowing terms of what he had just experienced. Before he could ask her whether it was a miracle, the black look which crossed her face told him that he should have kept his joy to himself.
For a little while, the horrified woman busied herself with telling him what a vile, sinful thing he had done, and that instead of becoming a priest as planned, he could wind up insane and with hair growing on the palms of his hands. For good measure, she threw in the threat that on death, he would go at once into the deepest, hottest pit in all hell.
Amazed at how quickly joy could turn into despair, the terrified boy was barely aware when the woman dragged him over her lap, pulled up the tail of his nightshirt and began spanking his sensitive little arse.
But he soon did become aware, painfully so, as the big hand of the woman slapped his squirming bum cheeks until the fires of hell of which she had spoken were blazing merrily in his nether end. Before much longer, he decided that the devil had come to her aid and was jabbing him with his bloody pitchfork,
"Don't ever let me catch you doing that again," were her last words as she stomped out of the room leaving him crying and trying, with both hands, to extinguish the fires in his tender behind. He vowed that she never would, even if by chance he should experience the miracle again.
The following afternoon, his mother almost dragged him to church to visit the priest so that his soul may be cleansed, if such a sin were of a nature that could be forgiven. The priest, after all, leaned heavily on the old testament which emphasized hell and damnation rather than hope and forgiveness of sin.
After hearing the woman's story of her son's sin, the priest, a man in his late forties, frowned and assured her that she had done right in coming to him. He told her she should return home and leave the boy with him for counsel, guidance and the proper penance so that his soul might yet be saved.
When the woman left, the priest locked the door behind her and took the frightened boy into his study with him. For a long time, the priest lectured the boy on the sin of pounding his pudding, then ordered him to strip naked.
As he did so, nervously, John noticed that the priest had both hands inside his cassock and that there seemed to be movement there, as though he were scratching himself.
Drawing the naked boy to him then, the priest reached out and took the little prick in his hand. As he fondled it, he asked the boy various questions about how he felt while he was playing with himself that morning, and whether he had ever seen or played with the cock of a man.
After more such discussion, the priest took the boy onto his lap and began stroking his bum cheeks lightly. After a bit of this, he began to spank the boy, not as hard as his mother had spanked, but hard enough to bum and cause his little arse to become brightly coloured as he cried and kicked.
When the priest had finished spanking him, he told the boy to stand between his legs. Again, he fondled the boy's cock so that it soon became very stiff again and John felt the same strange sensation he had experienced the previous morning. Releasing the boy's tool for a minute, the priest brought over a stool and told him to stand on it.
This time, to the boy's surprise, the priest picked up his hard little cock and stuck it into his mouth. As he stood trembling, completely overcome by the most exciting sensation he had ever known, the old man sucked lustily on his little bone.
"Oh Father ... Father ... " he panted, then felt himself shooting more of the white fluid as the priest sucked and drank every last drop of it.
"There now," the priest said, panting and breathing deeply as he stood and began raising his cassock, "that was the first stage of your redemption. Now we must go on to the second stage."
John gave a little gasp of shock as the man's robe rose above his waist and out popped a big, red headed cock that looked to the boy to be as big as his arm. There was a bush of curly black hair around the base of it, and the big balls below looked like those of a bull they were so heavy.
"Now then, John," the priest said as he sat on the edge of his chair, "Kneel down between my legs. There, that's it. Now take it in your hands and play with it."
"But Father, would that not be a sin?"
"How dare you attempt to tell me what is sin. Do as I say and do it at once or I shall fetch a birch and beat the devil out of your arse."
The priest's joint was so big, that John decided he should use both hands to handle it properly. Although he had been afraid of it at first, John discovered that there was something strangely exciting about handling the great joint, something almost as exciting as handling his own when it was hard and sensitive.
"That's enough, John," the priest told him, rubbing his head. "Open your mouth wide now and push the head into it."
John tried, but he could not get that big piece of meat inside.
"Keep trying, John," the priest panted, "open your jaws wide, you must get it inside."
At last, the boy managed it although his jaws did feel stretched and pained.
"There you have it boy, now suck and suck hard," the priest commanded.
Not one to disobey or in any way anger a priest who was, after all a man of God, John sucked mightily as he held the stiff shaft in one hand. As he did, the priest went on rubbing his head in a most friendly manner which made the task much less unpleasant for the boy.
As he continued to suck the big bone, he found that in spite of the soreness of his jaws, he was actually enjoying it and finding it most exciting.
"Now boy," the priest panted, "suck ... drink ... drink every drop ... drain my balls ... "
After that, John could not understand the panted words, but he could understand the thick, rich cream which spurted into his mouth and ran down his throat while the man groaned as though dying as his immense prick began to soften and grow smaller and softer in his stretched mouth.
When it was all over and John was dressing to return to his home, the priest reminded him of the sacred seal of confession. Telling him that if he ever spoke to any person of what had happened during the special ceremony, he would be struck dead at once and borne directly down into the fires of hell.
Properly impressed by the severity of the message, John vowed that he would not tell, and promised to return on the following Saturday and every Saturday until such time as his sin had been wipe away and his soul was clean again.