What a way to be comforted in grief
100% fiction!
I never really got on with my dad, as he was an alcoholic and took things out on the family especially me. He'd hit me and mum kept saying he would change, he got better over the years as his drinking slowed down but it did see him off.
He died a very sorry man, although he wasn't a good father was still upset when he died. The usual format occurred after his death with funeral arrangements, the undertakers etc; and then there was the vicar who'm at the time I'd thought a bit young but as long as he could give good service then thats fine.
He phoned to arrange a time which was best for us and was very prompt, I
answered the door as mother wasn't great on her feet.
"Hello, I'm Simon" I was taken aback by his looks, as he was nicely tanned about
5' 10 ish and short dark hair, a slight Mediterranean look about him. He must've
picked up on my immediate admiration for him as there was a slight twinkle in
his greeting of me.
He came in and the introductions were made, my mother, sister and her hubby
and my wife, and so to finding out all about Dad etc, and after about 1 and half
hours he was ready to go. I escorted him to the door and as he left said
"Grief hits us all in different ways, so if you need me for anything just call
or pop in" and with that gave me his card and a hug.
A little time later we found his wallet down the side of the chair he was sitting in, I phoned him to see about returning it, and arranged to take it to him the following day.
I arrived at the vicarage at about 11 oclock, and knocked the door but no answer, knocked again still no answer, but herd music coming from the garden, so cheekily went around to the gate and called
"Ah Simon, .....Simon"
And with the 2nd call he appeared and for a 2nd time knocked aback as he appeared in only a pair of shorts, and this view was by far better than the first I'd had. He came to the gate and immediately apologized
"You'll have to excuse my attire, I forgotten you were coming this early"
My reply must've made it obvious I was pleased with what see and a bit flirty
"Don't mind me, I'd be in my shorts if I had a body like yours"
And with that was invited to join him for a drink, of which I was eager to
oblige. We sat down at the garden table, the sun lounger was right by the side
as this was where he was before I came.
Well we started chatting, firstly how I was coping about Dad, and after a while
onto other things even sex, of which i couldn't believe I was talking to a vicar
about.
It was a bit like a confessional as I actually admitted to him that I was bisexual, which didn't surprise him
"So am I, was his reply, and I know this my not be appropriate at this time,
but"
Then he stopped
"What" I said
"No its not right" I knew what he wanted, and I wanted it too. Maybe that was why I took his wallet back on my own
I leaned over to him and kissed him, just a light peck
"Was that it" I asked
"Oh yes" was the eager reply
And so with that reply I got on my knees in front of him and started to kiss him full on this time my hands around his waist feeling his tremble. Within seconds our tongues were entwined wrestling in saliva. Then my hands started to wander, fingertips caressing his nipples, Simon trembling even more, then teasingly down to his shorts where ther was already some movement, his semi already weeping through his shorts. I wanted the taste, so slowly down his mid-drift with my tongue, the sound of his breathing drawing me to his growing bulge.
To the top of his shorts, and rolling them down slowly to reveal his lovestick which was bursting to get out, well I just had to oblige, so with my tongue started to tease the end of his uncut cock, round the head round and round, now and the taking the head in my mouth . The pre-cum was so sweet, I now wanted more, rolled his shorts right down, his sprung up like an archer releasing an arrow.
I took one look at his 7 or 8 inches and engulfed it with my mouth down til his cock was caressing my tonsils, he was so wet by now it made sucking his cock so smooth. After 2 or 3 mins sucking his gorgeous tanned column I moved him to the sun lounger where I could lie him down and take him properly, so back onto him caressing my tonsils and chin hitting him balls the taste now was intensifying as faster and faster, wetter and wetter.
I could now feel the familiar twitching, I wanted his cum I wanted it now, I was now wanking and sucking this beautiful holy man to a frenzy. Faster and faster until he let out one almighty if you pardon the pun, an almighty groan.
He was there, he shot into deep into my mouth, I carried on sucking until he was drained of love juice and down my throat like creamy velvet his cock so smooth. I kept on until he was cleaned. By now I was itching for some action of my own.
And Simon obliged
"Lets go into the house, I have something for you" He led me to his kitchen
opened a drawer and gave me some lubricant, he got on the table
"Fuck me" he whispered gently
I took my t/shirt off, undone my belt and dropped my trousers to the floor, he
stared massaging my already swelling cock through my underwear, harder and
harder untilhe ripped off my boxer shorts. Well I just had to have that arse, I
squirted lube over my now rock hard 7 inch and Simon massaged it over, I did the
same to his man pussy
"I want you in me" he implored and pulled me to him
He got on his back with leg astride my neck, I could now see my prize mmmmmm I wanted this beautiful man. I teased his hole with my pink love stick up and down and around his hole until, slowly pushing through the neck until he yelped and popped, I was in all ahead slow at first making sure we were nice and wet then raising him slightly to hit the spot and bot this man felt good.
Faster and faster the motion, turning him on his knees and then back on his back as when I cum I wanted him to see the pleasure on my face. So faster and faster in and out rubbing his prostrate when deep, pulling him onto me I wanted to cum his leg wrapped around my neck. I could see the pleasure beaming from his face, I was fucking him, he was pleading
"I want your cum"
And so he was to have it, as I was pumping he was wanking himself, until we were ready , his and my groaning as we came together, this man was such a turn on, I didn't want it to end but knew I had to go home to the wife, who was nowhere near this good.
After the funeral we see each other a few more times and each fuck was as good as the other, unfortunately he had to go abroad and haven't seen him since, but we would still be fucking each other now if he wasn't
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