Prayers

Happy Halloween! Originally published in Blasphemy, this story contains blasphemous images and twincest. Prayers By Sean Michael Man, I can remember October as a kid being damned cold, but I gotta admit -- this cool, crisp shit? You know, the kind where you wear a leather jacket and jeans to walk to the store for ciggies? Windy enough to not look like a fucking moron in the jacket, but warm enough that your balls aren't pulling up into you and hibernating? Man, this is fine. Rick's with Paulie and Andrew and them -- adopted a fucking baby, the two of them. How whacked is that? 'Cause you know, sure as shit, Rick's gonna be all over my ass with 'oh baby, please' and 'oh baby, she's so cute' and 'we could be a family, Rory, c'mon.' I mean fuck. Really. The thought of it's enough to send me on down the road once I've got my cigs, maybe see if there's a crowd at the Rialto yet. I take the alley off Fourth 'cause I don't want to run into Ben or any of his little twinky friends. We don't exactly hate each other, but he can be such an asshole when he wants to be and I just don't want the hassle. So I'm partway down the alley when I realise I'm not alone. There's some serious bumping and grinding going on about two thirds of the way down. Not that there's anything unusual in that, but this isn't just two guys, it looks like three and I've never been too proud to hang out in the shadows and watch a free show if I'm offered one. Dude, so I like find a dark spot and wait for my eyes to adjust, trying to make out hair and clothes and cocks and shit, trying to get a good picture to play back at night when I'm flogging the donkey. Two guys in dark and another in white. Fucking hot for each other too. Then the guy in the middle, one of the ones dressed in dark looks up behind him and fucking shit, it's a priest. I can see the flash of white at his throat and oh my god, I can't believe it. Fuck. Fucking shit. Fuck. I can't fucking believe this. A priest. I

mean, like vows of poverty. Chastity. Whatever. Damn. Then I fucking see the dudes doing him. Man, they match -- same long, long black hair, same black eyes. Big old hooked noses and tanned skin. Carbon copies of each other, one in dark and one in light. It's almost like a fucking nightmare that Sister Mary Charles told us in school -- fallen priest being seduced by demons, by evil. Except. Wow. Sister Mary Charles never said it would be hot. The one in light, who's got to be an angel instead of a demon, or maybe he's a demon dressed up like an angel, well he's on his knees in front of the priest and has the priest's dress pushed up and is working his cock. Just sucking away like the priest's dick is the tastiest thing in the entire world. Like there's nothing in the world he wants more than to suck that priest's cock. Lucky priest. The priest seems to think so too, he's gasping and moaning and shit and his face looks like he's in fucking heaven. Then I see the dark one, pumping a nice thick cock hard, growling low. One hand lifted the robe up and oh, fuck. A priest's ass. I'm looking at a priest's ass. "Let me in. I want." Fuck that voice is like sex all on its own. I figure this has to be like the demon in charge of sex or something, because, wow, that's one sexy growl. The priest thinks so, too, and he puts his hands on the light one's shoulders and bends forward, spreading his legs like a fucking slut, just begging for it. Oh, God. This is like, so desperately fucking pervy and perfect and I can fucking see it on the priest's face when the demon pushes in, yeah? I mean, the man -- because he has to be a man now, doesn't he? He can't be holy, not riding that cock and fucking an angel's face, right? -- his eyes are wide and his mouth is open and the street lights are shining right on his lips. I've watched more than one back alley fuck, right? But it's never so hot that I can't help but open my pants and grab myself, start tugging. It's so fucking perverse. God, I love it, could watch them fucking all damned night long.

The priest is making these noises, all raw and wanting and shit, and fuck, if somebody prayed in that voice? I'd be at fucking mass every day. Confession too. Baptisms. Weddings. He's getting louder and just fucking away at the angel's mouth and I can see the thick cock glistening as it slides in and out between red lips. "Ours." The dark one is holding the priest's hips hard enough to leave marks. Bruises. Oh, fuck, bruises under that robe and tomorrow's Sunday. "Yes!" The priest is crying out, hips snapping and his face looks like he's seeing God. I can fucking see the one fucking him push his collar aside, bite into his neck, another mark and God, I wish Rick could see this. I wish I could be fucking that tight hole and making him see this. The priest screams this time, the sound cutting off as he shoves his hand into his mouth. He's shuddering and shaking and moaning. Oh, sweet holy fuck, praying was never going to fucking be the same. The angel pulls off the priest's cock and his face turns up for a kiss. The priest gives it and I bet he can taste himself in the angel's mouth. It's like some twisted communion. Oh, and isn't that a though to come on? Choking the chicken never makes me shiver when I come, but I am now, spunk hot and pungent as it sprays over my hand. Then the angel leans in, begging a kiss from the demon, and it's like, oh, fuck. Man, fucking artists dream shit like this up, not piece of shit mechanics from Third street. I have to lean back against the wall so I don't fall over or something and I'm having a hard time keeping from panting too loudly as I try to catch my breath. I still can't really believe my eyes, even with them there right in front of me, all three of them kissing now like it's the breath of life or something and I've got spunk drying on my hand. The angel pulls back and sort of fluffs his hair and laughs. "Come on, my loves. We'll be late and whatever will George say?" The demon grins and pulls out, cleaning the priest's ass, his own cock. "That you've got dirt on your knees."

The priest laughs, the sound breathless. "It figures my shoulder angel would be debauched." "Yes, love. Our Raine's never been anything but." The demon steps out into the lamplight and black becomes deep red, the fake horns and tail visible now and damn, I feel stupid because duh! October! But still... Tonight when I'm whispering to Rick? It'll be all about the fallen priest who made love to an angel while being fucked by a demon. It'll be all about hot desperate need. I wait until they've gone and then I turn and head back the way I came. The Rialto can wait, I've got some praying to do. End.