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The Seminarian

 

 

"Papa, where are our guests?" Miguelito asked his father, Don

Alfredo, when he entered the sala.

 

"Where have you been, young man?" The older man said as he light

his pipe.

 

"I was just strolling in the garden?" He paused. "So, where are our

guests from Hacienda Montevero?"

 

"Padre Patricio and his nephew Damien are in their respective

rooms."

 

"Ah, I see. May I go there and meet them, father?"

 

"No, Miguelito. Don't you dare disturb them, they might be taking a

rest. You know, Hacienda Montevero is quite far from here. Better

go to your room and clean yourself up before dinnertime. You look

like you been doing more just strolling. Why do you always have to

take those long damn walks in the garden?" He paused. Then he took

a puff from his pipe.

 

"May, I be excuse now."

 

"You may go now. Son, please don't be allow yourself to distracted

this time. We have a guest and I need your help entertaining them,

especially Padre Patricio's nephew. He may be a bit younger than

you but I guess, you could be nice to him and be a pal to him. Is

that to much to ask from you?"

 

"No, sir. I will try my best to make his stay here a memorable

one."

 

"That's what I like about you, Miguelito. You are so good to me."

 

"And, that's why you love me so much. Ain't that right, Papa?"

 

"No, you rascal. I love you by just being my son."

 

When Don Alfredo said that Miguelito quickly hugged his father.

 

"I think, you better wash, you stink."

 

Both of them laughed which caused their embrace to part. Fleetly,

Miguelito ran to his room to prepare for supper.

 

Still downstairs, Don Alfredo had finished smoking his pipe. Then

he sat in his favorite rocking chair. He was thinking how lucky he

was to have a son like Miguelito. At nineteen, his son had

graduated Zuma Cum Laude with a degree in Business Administration

at Universidad de Sto. Thomas. How proud he was when he saw his son

give his graduation speech to his contemporaries. Besides from

being intelligent, he was proud that his son had taken after him

when it comes to appearance. However, the boy had his mother's

white complexion, but his black round eyes, pointy thin nose, pouty

lips, manly face, broad muscular shoulders and tight buns reminded

Don Alfredo of his youth. A smile was painted in his face as he

reminisced how women in his time went gaga after him. And, now it

was his son's turn to knock up every brood his rod could get into.

He even burst into laughter with the thought that he might be a

grandfather one of these days.

 

Upstairs, Padre Patricio had removed his sutana and was now

standing in front of the mirror in his white briefs. He could

clearly see his reflection in the wall sized mirror. He admired his

lithe abdomen, lightly caressing it with his right hand while

touching his firm stomach, Patricio began to feel a steer in his

underwear. Slowly, he walked towards the mirror and pressed his

body against it. He then raised his arms placed against the wall

and slow grind his hips like some Latin erotic move. He

particularly mashed his dong against the glass, which caused him to

groan, especially now that the head of cock had peek out two inches

beyond the confinement of the cloth. As his hip movements became

more pronounced and bolder, precum started oozing out of his rod

slit that added fiction to his cock. He then pressed his lips to

the mirror and sensual French kissed his own reflection. At this

point, he closed his eyes and savored the sensation he was

experiencing.

 

All this time, Padre Patricio's was being watched by Miguelito

through the small crack from the door. After the talk Miguelito and

his father had in living room, he headed straight to his room to

change. He was about to enter his room when he heard someone moan

in the guestroom next to his. He was going to knock but saw the

door was slightly ajar, so he decided to take a peek through the

crack. When he saw the sutana on the floor, he had deducted that it

was the priest's chamber. Then heard the moan again, so he panned

his vision to the source of the noise, and what he saw excited him,

which caused him to jack his peter through his trouser. He saw the

priest was rotating his hips against the mirror while kissing his

own reflection. By now, he was extremely horny and decided to grab

the opportunity in front of him. He bad needed some release after

being rudely interrupted by Basti while he was sucking Pedro

earlier in the garden. And, this Padre Patricio could be the answer

to his craving. While watching he had formed a plan and decided to

contiguously do it.

 

He gently pushed the door open and tiptoed his way inside the room.

Once inside, he cautiously locked the door and quietly sat on floor

as he remove his shoes and socks. After that task, immediately he

lay on the floor and quickly pulled off his pants leaving him in

his jockeys. He almost cried out when his bum felt the coldness of

the floor but he controlled  himself from uttering a sound. He then

crawled towards Padre Patricio until his face was in front of the

priest's butt. Being near to the priest's firm arse caused his

mouth to salivate. He couldn't wait no more, thinking it was now or

never, he seized the priest's underwear and pulled it down enough

to exposed Patricio's crack. Then in one fluid motion, he parted it

with his hands and started lapping the man's anus.

 

Patricio instantly opened his eyes and when he looked behind and he

saw a guy on his knees rimming his ass. The guy kept licking his

ass and darting his tongue inside his crack. This was too much for

Patricio to bear, instantaneously he shoot his holy semen to the

mirror as he felt a finger being inserted in his derriere.

 

Miguelito knew that the priest had released his dear sperm by the

way the other was jerking. He stopped his ministration to

Patricio's butt and saw the white liquid descending against the

glass. He went near the mirror and hungrily licked off the

delectable fluid from the mirror. When the glass was squeaky clean,

Patricio aggressively grabbed Miguelito by the hair and jabbed his

spent nine-inch dong to the young man's pouty lips. Miguelito

immediately devoured it to the root without gagging. Sucking

Pedro's horse prick gave him much vantage in taking the priest's

entire holy baton in one motion. Patricio fucked rabbit Miguelito's

mouth while forcibly shoving the lad's head to his cock. Miguelito

loved the aggressiveness that this man was doing. He then freed his

cock from the confinement of his jockeys and furious pounding his

sticking until he came. He blasted his seed so strongly that it hit

Patricio's left thigh. 

 

Patricio scrapped the cum off from his thigh with his finger and

brought it to his mouth. The young man's juice was so sweet like no

other he had tasted before. And upon savoring this sweetness, he

was ready to shoot again. He sped up his motion and grabbed the

cocksucker's head harder and in one final thrust, he emancipated

his power orgasm.

 

Miguelito couldn't believe the harshness of this priest while he

was being face fuck. He doesn't know why but he's loving every

minute of it. When the priest reached his second orgasm, he

swallowed all the sperm that was given to him, and kept on milking

the priest's holy rod with his undying gusto.