Priests Gone Wild
Copyright© 2026 by Ring of Seed
Chapter 5: The Fourth Vessel – Malcolm’s Jealous Exclusion
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5: The Fourth Vessel – Malcolm’s Jealous Exclusion - A quiet ecumenical synod. Five older priests arrive expecting doctrinal debate. They leave leaking. A young liaison with a clipboard turns the gathering into a week-long competition of who can: take the most; hold the longest; beg the loudest; leak the least. Blindfolds, guessing games, holy items as plugs, arses presented like competing portals. They pout, sabotage, crowning themselves “biggest slut” while the twink narrator owns them all. No redemption. No moral comfort.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Reluctant Gay Fiction Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
The midday plenary had barely ended. Chairs scraped back. Papers shuffled into folders. The radiator hissed behind the panelling. Malcolm Trent sat near the front row. Lean frame in a plain black shirt. Silver threading his dark hair at the temples. He watched Lionel stand. Saw the faint dark patch bloom low on the cassock hem when the bishop shifted weight. Malcolm’s cheeks flushed instantly. Eyes darted to the back of the hall. Found me. Held. Then dropped.
He waited until the corridor cleared. Approached me near the breakout rooms. Voice low. Shaky.
“What did you do to him?”
I tilted my head. Clipboard still in hand.
“Come. We’ll talk inside.”
The small room was bare. Desk. Two chairs. Window high and narrow. Door latched. Malcolm paced once. Stopped. Hands fidgeted with the wooden cross necklace. The chain already chafed faint red lines across his palms.
“I saw the stain. I know what it is. You ... you did something to him.”
I sat on the edge of the desk. Legs parted slightly.
“Sit.”
He sat. Knees close together. Thighs tense.
“Why him? Why not ... someone like me?”
I let the question hang. Then leaned forward. Hand rested on his knee. Slid higher. Palmed the growing bulge through trousers. Firm. Steady. Malcolm jolted. Did not pull away.
“Someone like you? Shy. Earnest. Still blushing at forty-eight.”
His face burned darker. Breath quickened.
“I’ve never...”
I unzipped him. Biggest cock of them all sprang free. Already leaking. My hand wrapped around it. Stroked once. Long. Slow.
“Look at this monster. So big. So thick. Wasted all these years. Never used. Never buried deep where it belongs. What a shame. A man like you, hiding this beast under vows. No wonder it leaks so eager now. Begging to be noticed after decades in the dark.”
Malcolm’s blush deepened. Cheeks crimson. Breath hitched. Eyes dropped to the floor. Hips twitched forward into my grip anyway. I kissed him. Soft at first. Then deeper. He kissed back. Hesitant. Then hungry. Tongue tentative. Then eager. Soft stubble scraping my chin. Saliva mixed. Dripped from the corner of his mouth.
I pushed him over the desk. Cassock hiked. Arse pert. Cheeks tight. I knelt behind. Tongue traced the cleft. Pressed flat against the tight ring. Malcolm whimpered. Legs parted.
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