Sunday, March 31, 2013

Brad: Naughty Choirboy 16

by BubbleButtLuvr

Brad looked around the auditorium of St. Thomas Church. Today was his cousin Annabelle's wedding. He hadn't been back here since he left for college. There were lots of memories here. Brad's father, Lawrence, had been insistent that he be brought up with religion so the church had just always been there. It was something that Brad & his father did every week. It was routine. Brad never even thought about it.

As he got older Brad developed a bit of a wild streak. Nothing major just a few fights at school. But it was during his senior year of high school that Lawrence became most concerned with Brad. His attitude was changing. He was becoming cocky & full of himself. He started using his looks & body to coast through life. Lawrence did not want his son to be "that kind of person" so Lawrence turned to the local parish priest, Father Muldoon. Brad had always had a good singing voice so Father Muldoon suggested that he join the choir. It would get him more involved with the church and hopefully straighten him out.

Lawrence liked the idea so it was decided. Brad was not wild about it but his father was insistent and Brad knew it was useless to argue with his father once his mind was made up. So, he bit his tongue and did as he was told.

As Brad watched his cousin come down the isle in her long white gown he wasn't focused on her but rather on his memories of this place. And his memories of Father Muldoon, who was presiding over today's mass. His mind wandered to the first spanking he had received at the hands of the priest. It was his senior year of high school. Brad was eighteen. Father Muldoon had not been with the parish for very long. He was one of the younger priest at just 28 years old. He was able to identify with the younger generation.

The church was old and considered a landmark so the decision was made not to put in air conditioning which meant that summers were down right hot inside the old building. It was an unusually warm winter. Brad was into the swing of things with the choir and much to his surprise was not minding it all that much. But it was so damn warm and the long choir robe he had to wear over his clothes made it even hotter.

But Brad being Brad he found a way to work around the rules. He might have to wear the robe but there was no rule that said he had to wear anything underneath. He decided that when he got to the church he would remove all his clothes, except for his underwear, and wear just the robe. And that's just what he did.

Punctuality was never on of Brad's strong points and true to form he was running late. He slipped into the back where the choir robes were hung up after every service. He unbuttoned his dress shirt and let it fall to the floor. Next he began to peel his tan chinos down from over his melon sized bottom. There was never a point where Brad didn't have a large bubble butt. He was born with it and he would die with it. He could lose weight everywhere else but would still gain it in his ass. Since he had joined the wrestling and bulked up even more his ass had grown to obscene proportions. But, he didn't care. Brad was proud of his large caboose. He liked the attention it got him and had already learned how to use it to his advantage.

Brad pulled his pants off over his shoes. he now stood there in just his black wingtips, black nylon dress socks and bright red cotton thong. Brad had opted to wear a thong determining that it would be even cooler than briefs with his huge backside bared under the robe. Brad unzipped the choir robe and pulled it on the material was a red nylon blend with a faux silk look & feel. Brad caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. The choir robe open his bright red thong visible. Brad laughed to himself. The red in the thong matched the red of the robe perfectly. The nylon felt good against his bare flesh. Especially against his billowing bottom. Brad felt naughty as he zipped up the robe and took a look in the mirror. Only he would know that under his robe he wore nothing but a slutty little thong. He smiled to himself as he made his was to the room behind the auditorium. This was where the choir met every week.

Once in the holding area Brad joined the rest of the choir. He caught father Muldoon's eye. The father did not look pleased as he made his way to the beefy teen. "Bradley, you are late again. We discussed your tardiness just last week."

"I know, Father. I'm sorry"

"Well, I'd like to see you in my chambers after mass."

"Yes, Father."

After that things proceeded as normal. The choir performed and mass proceeded. The whole time Brad stood in front of the church he had to stop himself from laughing. He wondered what the congregation & Father Mulddon would have to say if they knew that under his robe he wore nothing but a thong. He was very pleased with his idea not to wear any clothes today not only had he been cooler but he liked feeling so naughty.

After mass Brad made his way to the back room with the rest of the choir. He figured he'd linger a bit and once everyone had left he would shuck the robe & get dressed. But, on the way Father Muldoon stopped him. "Brad, come with me. I'd like to see you in my chambers to discuss your tardiness."

Feeling cornered Brad thought on his feet, "Yes, Father. I'll be there in a minute. I want to go hang up my robe. I don't want to wrinkle it."

"You can do that after we talk, Bradley."

"No, really Father. I'd rather do it now. I really don't want to wrinkle it."

"Well, if you feel better you can take it off in my chambers and hang it on the door. I want to speak with you now." With that the father took Brad by the arm and lead him to his chambers.

Brad was nervous. He knew that all he had on under the robe was a skimpy thong. But, then he reasoned that there was nothing to be concerned about, after all father Muldoon had no way of knowing. He would be fine.

Once inside his chambers Father Muldoon took the seat behind his desk saying, "You can take off your robe and hang it on the back of my door, Bradley."

Brad gulped, "That's okay, Father. I'll leave it on."

Father Muldoon looked at Brad strangely,"You made such a big deal about not wanting to wrinkle it. And the fact that you wanted to go change right away. Now you refuse to remove the robe. Why? What's going on, Bradley?"

Brad was nervous, "Nothing, Father. I'd just rather keep it on."

"Why? Don't lie to me, Bradley."

Brad was cornered and he knew it. "Well, Father you see.... I'm sort of.... What I mean is I'm...not.... Well, under the robe...I'm not wearing anything, sir."

At hearing this the young priest perked up. Though he knew it was wrong he had been lusting after Brad from the day he came to the parish. More to to point he had been lusting after Brad's big voluptuous butt. It was so full and so round. It pushed out so far straining the seam in the back of his pants. Even in the choir robe his big mounds of ass flesh pushed the robe out. And sometimes when he stood just the right way the robe would rest on the large shelf of his buttocks driving the priest to distraction. And now standing before him Brad was telling him that under his choir robe he was nude. Father Muldoon composed himself and said,"Am I to understand that you are completely naked under your robe?"

"No, sir. Not exactly."

Confusion & irritation crossed the priests face. "Well, which is it are you or are you not naked under there? Perhaps you better show me."

"Show you, sir?"

"Yes, Bradley. I'd like you to lift your robe and show me what you have on underneath.", said the priest leaning forward in his seat anticipating what he was about to see. What he had fantasized about for so long."

"Right here? Now?"

"Yes, son. Lift your robe for me, now."

Slowly Brad bent down and grabbed the bottom of his robe and pulled it up to his chest revealing his scant red thong from the from. Father Muldoon gulped in amazement. The body on this young man was amazing and his package. It was huge. How could he get so much meat into such a small undergarment. Brad's heavy nuts tugged down on the thong making it dip in front. If Brad hadn't shaved all his pubes off they would have been peaking out. Father Muldoon simply said, "Turn. Show me that back of those underpants."

Brad did as he was told turning to reveal his large man cakes to the leering priest. Father Muldoon felt his own member grow as he took in the site of the eighteen year old wrestler's monster sized glutes spilling from the slutty little thong. He always knew this kid had a large ass but seeing it bared like this it somehow seemed even bigger than he had thought it would be. How he longer to caress it. To feel those large mounds between his fingers. Then inspiration hit.

"Bradley, I want you to remove the choir robe and hang it on the back of my door.", said the priest once he was able to speak again.

'Holy shit', thought Brad. 'Even Father Muldoon is perving on my ass.' But Brad didn't mind. Though he was straight there was something empowering about the way he could bring grown men to their knees simply by baring his over inflated bottom for them. So, without a word Brad let the robe drop. he unzipped it and allowed it to slip from his muscular shoulders and fall to the floor. He then bent over slowly and seductively at the waist taking great care to thrust his large buns out and wiggle them slightly at the priest. He then hung the robe on the back of the door. Walking slowly to give the father a good look at his huge mounds. he wanted him to see the way they bounced when he walked. Brad made his way back to Father Muldoon. The teen stood before his desk , hands at his sides letting the clergy man take in the sight of his tight wrestler's body in the scant thong.

Father Muldoon did his best to project an air of authority but in the presents of Brad in his scant state of dress it was difficult. He couldn't take his eyes off the youth's body. And that package. It was huge! He spoke to Brad but made eye contact with his crotch saying, "Bradely, I am very dissappointed in you. You have been showing up late on a regular basis. Then on top of that you pull this. You show up wearing nothing but your underwear underneath your choir robe. Then to boot your underwear...what can I say about them. They are quite revealing and slutty. Not Godly at all. Hardly the kind of underpants that a good Christian boy should be wearing."

Brad had to surpress a smile as he listened to the young priest lecture him. Was he kidding, 'Godly underpants'. This guy had to be kidding. Still Brad got a kick out of the effect his body had on the priest and the fact that the man could not take his eyes off his dick. He decided to play along. "Sorry, sir."

Father Muldoon cleared his throat, "That is all well and good but that still doesn't teach you a lesson. It seems to me that some for of punishment is in order. It was your father who came to me asking to help get you back on track. I would hate to have to tell him how you have been showing up late. Then there is the fact that you showed up for mass in just your underwear. And such naughty underwear"

Knowing where this was going Brad innocently said, "Yes, sir, what do you suggest?"

Now leering openly at the young wrestler Father Muldoon said, "I have always found a good sound spanking on a young man's bare bottom to be quit effective. And since you have taken it upon yourself to wear a pair of underpants with no seat in them it seems like the perfect punishment." At that the father rose from behind his desk and walked around the front. He sat in a chair that was in front of his desk. He smoothed his Cossack and patted his lap saying, "Across my knee Bradley."

Was there no one who was not hypnotized by his super sized booty? Even Father Muldoon. But Brad didn't care if he let the priest spank him then he wouldn't say anything to his father. And not only that there was a part of Brad that craved the spanking. A stirring took place in his groin every time he felt a strong hand come down hard on his elephantine rear end. And though he was as straight as an arrow for some reason the strong hand of a man seemed to get him off every time. He stood before the priest and said, "Forgive me Father or I have sinned."He then placed himself of the fathers lap adjusting his oversized package between the man's thighs.

Father Muldoon looked down at Brad's voluptuous buns. They were pouring freely from the bright red butt floss. His mounds of as flesh were so full and round. Perfectly smooth and milky white. Father Muldoon was actually drooling as he ran his hand across the young man's perfect posterior. The soft young flesh was warm to the touch. His raised his hand high and brought it down square in the center of Brad's protruding buttocks. CRACK!!!!!

Brad yelled out, his fat flaccid cock grinding between the father's thighs. He moaned in pleasure. Father Muldoon gasped as he watched Brad's enormous backside jiggle from the first swat. He was going to enjoy this. And he was not going to show any mercy. He had been fantasizing about this sine the first day he meet Brad. Again Father Muldoon wound up and let loose with rapid fire on the youth's mountains of butt flesh.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Brad began to wiggle and twist in the young priests lap. As he did the teen's cock began to grow, not just from the grinding but also from the stinging in his ample posterior. He loved the feel of the father's strong hand against his firm young ass flesh. And the father was more than happy to oblige him.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Brad's hefty caboose bounced up and down with each swat. Father Muldoon didn't let up. He was alternating cheeks and watching them jiggle and shake lewdly enticing him. Making his mind wander to place he knew it should not. As he watched the young man's full buns bounce he allowed his own mind to wander, imagining what it would be like to have the young man's over stuffed ass pillows swallow his own hard prick.

Father Muldoon fantasized about having Brad sit on his swollen member and having him ride him. He could picture the hot teen stud bounce up and down wildly on his cock. He could see his big buns shaking as he rode him. The thought was so deliciously wicked and the father's cock also grew. A fact that did not go unnoticed by Brad.

Brad could feel the priest's hard cock grinding into his stomach and thought to himself, 'Pervert, even you a man of God want's my big ripe ass melons.' And but he had no idea just how right he was.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Brad's cock was now at full mast as was Father Muldoon's. Both men were aware of one another's state of arousal but neither addressed it as Brad proceeded to have his voluptuos posterior redden by the perverted priest. He could feel his own fleshy mountains of ass jiggle.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

As was always the case with Brad he knew that it was only a matter of time before the constant attention to his billowing buns made his could erupt in spasm of erotic pleasure. And as much as he liked and wanted this today it was somehow different, this was after all a priest. He suddenly became embarrassed at the thought of cumming in the man's lap. He yelled out, "Please Father, stop! I'm gonna cum if you don't"

But instead of stopping the father it only spurred him on to spank Brad harder. His big buns were as red as two tomatoes & matched his sexy little thong. The idea of spanking this kid until he blew his wad intrigued the priest who's own cock was dripping precum.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Brad wiggle and pleaded with the priest to stop. He knew it was only seconds before he came. One more swat and that was it. All at once Brad let out a loud moan of erotic ecstacy as his he felt his warm seed come exploding from his over sized dick and come shoot out inside the pouch of his scant thong.

Father Muldoon stopped spanking as he felt his lap get warm and wet. He pushed Brad back to his feet and saw that not only was cum dripping from the pouch of the youth's thong but also covered the lap and saturated his Cossack. With mock authority the priest looked Brad hard in the eye saying, "Look at what you have done, Bradley. I'm very dissapointed in you. Now get dressed and be on your way. I hope you have learned your lesson." He then shoved a box of tissues at the teen saying, "Clean yourself up. And from now on I expect you to come to church fully clothed and wearing underwear that are not so...slutty. If I have too I will preform clothing & underwear checks on you to make sure you obey." This he said with a bit of a smile & a leer.

Barely stiffling a smile himself Brad nodded his head saying, "Yes, Father." He then cleaned up and dressed quickly leaving Father Muldoon to himself.

That was as much of the story as Brad knew. But, if he had only know what had happened once he left the office and father Muldoon locked the door behind him Brad would have been more convinced than ever that the man was a huge pervert. Once the door was locked Father Muldoon removed his cum soaked Cossack. Underneath he wore just his collar & a pair of bright aqua blue bikini briefs. The bikini briefs were very small with a Brazilian seat so that they were not much bigger than Brad's thong.

He made his way to the desk his own full, round & perky buttocks peaking out from the leg bands jiggling as he walked. He cleared off the top of his desk and pulled a key from the top drawer of the desk. Then he bent over, his scant bikini riding up over his cheeks and planting itself firmly between his meaty flesh mounds. He unlocked the bottom drawer and pulled out an 8" dildo with a suction cup on the bottom. he slammed it down on the desk so that the suction cup held it in place. He then pulled some lube from the drawer and slathered the fake dong with it.

The he pried his tiny undies from between his valley of ass and dropped them on the floor. He then climbed onto the desk and lowered his tight pucker onto the fake member allowing his sphincter to swallow all of it. The young priest rode the large dildo like a horny girl on prom night pinching his nipples and licking his lips as he did so. He thought about the way Brad's ass jiggled when he spanked it and that thought was all it took for his own seed to come forth. He yelled out loudly and openly as his warm jizz coated the desk. But, fortunately for Father Muldoon Brad had missed this entire display so his secret was safe.

Brad had been snapped out of his memories as his cousin and her new husband came rushing down the aisle and out of the church into the word as man & wife for the first time. The rest of the bridal party filed out followed by the guests. In the vestibule Brad ran into Father Muldoon who stopped him saying,"Bradley, so good to see you. I hope college is going well for you."

"Yes, Father.", replied Brad.

"Good. I hope your staying out of trouble and dressing...properly.", This he said with a leer and half wink before turn and walking away.

Brad was left standing there speechless. All he could think was, 'Pervert". Then he smiled to himself.

The End

5 comments:

  1. Love the Brad stories. I hope we see a new one soon. I really appreciate the efforts you take with your stories.

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  2. Thanks. Brad has always been my favorite to write. I do have more plans for him.

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  3. I love the Brad stories, too. Yes, I want the new one too, as soon as possible. :))

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  4. The brad stories and the kyle and his father stories are my faves :)) thank you for taking the time to write them and I hope you plan on writing more kyle and his father stories as well! <3

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  5. Thank you. I never really consider a series complete so when I come up with a cocept for Kyle & his father that I like I will do another in that series as well.

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