Date: Wed, 16 May 2018 11:48:26 +0000
From: Devon Campbell <peterbilt1228@live.com>
Subject: The Priest

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**055 - The Priest

                                         The Priest

I was a bit startled, and somewhat disturbed, when I realized that I was
thinking that our parish priest was a bit of hunk. Actually, more than a
bit; he is a hunk.  I knew he was in his thirties, he is very masculine,
well built, athletic, and good looking.

I began to get to know him through some very interesting conversations at
men's meetings I sometimes attended. He seemed intent on getting to know me
as well.  We discovered that we did not agree on a lot of things.

It came up one of those times that I like to play golf at a course in
Indianapolis; I said Indianapolis because I hoped to work in that I went to
one of the men's' health clubs afterwards. He expressed an interest in
going with me to Indianapolis sometime.  Things were going along nicely on
that level till I began having sexual thoughts about the man. I was
horrified at first, even to the point that I thought I should take it to
the confessional, but there was no way I could tell him that I was having
such thoughts about him.  I kept it to myself and tried to repress the
feelings.  But like all things sexual in my life, I am helpless but to deal
with them, for once they have emerged, they cannot be completely repressed.
And once I began to "deal" with the feelings, I allowed my human emotions
to come into play; i.e. I began to entertain thoughts of what it would be
like having sex with my priest!! That should have horrified me more than
anything, but there was one slight equalizing factor; I allowed myself to
get the impression that the feelings might be mutual.  And began to think
of him as a man as well as a priest.

I would take this very slowly, of course.  More than that, I would be
extremely cautious, to be absolutely sure of him, and myself.  I saw it
that I was dealing with a man of God. Strangely, I received an email from a
young man who confided in me that he had been involved with a priest for
some years, since his first confession and communion, and was currently
involved with another priest where he was going to college. I knew I dared
not, but I so wanted to take this as a sign.  At the very least, I had
found a "mentor", albeit a very young mentor; he was only nineteen. But
obviously very experienced.  The priest was not the only older man he had
and was having sex with.  I asked the boy if there were any negative
feelings or emotions on his part, guilt or anything like it, at least at
first, about having sex with a priest.  If there were, how did he resolve
it?  Did he know if there were any such feelings on the part of the priest.
If so, how did/does he "reconcile" it with his duties and vows as a priest
and with the church and what it teaches?

I had already worked through the "guilt" and repression over faith, beliefs
and religion, some years ago, to find peace and contentment in my life. I
came out of it fine once I shed those burdens and have never been happier.
But I didn't want to slip back into that quagmire; I delved deeper and
asked the boy's views and feelings on the matter, as well as those of the
two priests. I wanted and needed to get things straight in my head before I
started messing with the priest's head, or messing with anything else of
his.  I needed to think it through very carefully, and getting the
prospective from people who had and were experiencing it would help
greatly.

Conversations between me and the priest seemed to be moving from casually
friendly, to friendly, and there were a couple of times where we danced
around the issues, I think, for lack of a better term.  But I'm not
completely sure of that.  As I said, I took it very slow.  And I wondered
about taking the conversation into the confessional, perhaps in the form of
confession, perhaps not.  I wondered about going to confession, and
identifying myself first.  I have never been to confession face to face,
but I have also considered doing that; just coming out with everything.  It
would be easier than dancing around the issue.  And if I did, knowing that
he would know all about me would make it easier to converse outside the
confessional.  We could talk openly outside the confessional and it would
not be breaking the priestly bond.  I wondered if, upon hearing my
confession of all things sexual, if he might not open up about himself. I
thought, too, about going into the confessional.....arranging the time so
there would be no one else around, waiting to come in.......and going face
to face, but tell him up front that I did not want to make a "true"
confession because I was not necessarily sorry for my "sins" and I could
not vow not to repeat them.  I would tell him I just wanted to talk to him
and get his take on things.  It would be interesting to see his reaction to
me afterwards, when we come face to face outside the confessional.

If there was, or needed to be justification for my feelings about the
priest, and priests in general, having sex in whatever form, it was this:

Before Vatican II, with the old church, when only priests could give out
communion or even touch the host, then I could buy the justification that
priests had to be celibate and keep their feelings under control.  That
didn't happen, of course, but I would buy the concept for as long as it
served me.

But then, laypeople began handing out communion and also offering the
chalice.  Every Sunday, there were one to three lay people handing out
communion and two more with the chalices, depending on which mass.  So
there is the priest, and an ordinary man standing right beside him, both
handing out communion; essentially doing the priest's job.  My logic was
this; If the man can have had sex in whatever form the night before, or
just before he got to church, and he is passing out communion, then what is
so wrong with the priest having had sex the night before, or even if he
just got up out of bed with a young man.  It's no different.  Hell, I don't
know where that man's hands have been before he puts the host on someone's
tongue, so what is the different where the priest has had his hands?
However, it should be pointed out that I have never taken communion from a
layperson, and I do not even approach the chalice. I say this with perhaps
some passion because I have seen the "extraordinary minister" layperson
standing up there handing out communion, knowing that we have had each
other's cocks in our mouths the night before.....or he's had those fingers
deep in my ass, prior to introducing his cock. I do not like the hypocrisy.

Having engaged in the "justification" a plan began to formulate in my head.
That's a lie.  It didn't just happen; I began to formulate the plan. I
thought I would address his interest playing golf and ask him to come along
to Indianapolis; I could probably get him into a car without going through
the school.  And we would be staying overnight so he would need to check
his schedule for a time that he could do that.

That would get us alone for a period of time, let us get to know each
other, and would allow for the intimate time in a motel room, to whatever
end.

It would be an opportune time to ask him about the priest scandal and then
rather directly ask him if he is ever plagued by those thoughts or
feelings.  I might tell him that he doesn't know it, but he has counseled
me more than once on the subject in the confessional, and then ask him if
he doesn't realize that no matter what, it won't change because I can't
change it; what I am is an act of God, and see what he says about that.

I would also mention my habit of watching porn.  I might even tell him that
I write porn; maybe even give him something I've written.

Perhaps this conversation would be after we had gone to bed, an I could
jokingly ask him that now that he knows who he is sleeping with.....does he
want to get up and leave, I would take him home.

The best laid plans of mice and men......it didn't happen according to my
plan. I was thrust into a situation not of my making; and again I had to
wonder if it was the hand of God that "delivered" me to it.  Or maybe I
should leave God out of it and invoke the two gay warrior saints,
St. Bacchus and St. Sergius.

It was the recent Christmas holidays.  I had gone to early Mass on
Wednesday. I had made it a practice to be one of the last ones out of
church to give Father Brady and me a chance to chat.  Such was the case
that morning.  We exchanged pleasantries--he seemed happy to see me--and I
asked if he had the doughnuts ordered for the upcoming men's' gathering.
He said no, he would be out of town that day to see the bishop, and while
he was in the city, he wanted to visit an old parishioner who was ill.
Then he surprised me by asking me if I would like to come along for the
ride.

I said yes; readily.  Perhaps I accepted too quickly.  Perhaps not.

I met him at his house the next morning to leave at 6:30.  It was snowing
like hell, adding more inches to the already heavy snowfall during the
night. I bounded up on the porch with my overnight bag that my wife
insisted I take along because of the weather. He yelled for me to come
in. I noticed his travel bag at the back door.

"I'm glad your wife suggested I take a bag. This weather is not getting any
better," he said.

"She is always prepared for anything," I said.

We went into the garage where he asked me if I would like to drive part
way. Of course. It was a pleasant drive as could be, considering the
worsening weather. We talked about everything; sports, religion, me and my
life, him and his life, the parish school and other affairs of the church,
but he seemed to try to steer the conversation away from things religious.
I thought I felt an underlying, not tension, but energy, as if there were
other things we both wanted to talk about but neither of us would bring
them up.  Or, perhaps it was simply us being together in such close
confines of the car.  I felt something.

I remarked about his physical condition.  "You know, Father, it doesn't go
unnoticed that you are in excellent shape," I said.

"For a priest?" he said.

"Period. But especially for a priest," I said. "Most priests I know are
overweight and pasty looking."

He laughed. "Well, I started using weights before I ever thought about
becoming a priest, and it stuck with me," he said. "And by the way, could
you call me Scott?"

"Okay. Scott," I said. "I thought it was neat that the men's club bought
you a set of weights for your birthday. What're the chances of that? And
why do you do it, Father....Scott? I mean, you're not out to impress the
chicks."

"I like keeping fit and healthy," he said. "Actually, it's as much a duty
for me as it is for you, in your work."

"You also like the way you look," I chided him with a side-glance and a
smile.  "You know the girls go out of the way to watch you when you take
off running in those high-cut shorts."

He laughed, embarrassed.  "Yes, I've heard that," he said. "They're just
running shorts," he added with a shrug.

"Have you ever had any of them confess to impure thoughts about your legs?"
I joked.

He laughed easily at that.  "No."

The conversation was lending itself to things I wanted to touch on, but I
was still reluctant.  He had said nothing, not even a hint that led me to
believe that he had an impure thought of his own. But I decided to query
him on that exact point.

"How about you, Scott, do you, as a priest, ever have impure thoughts?"

He smiled.  "There must be thousands of people who would love to ask a
priest that question, but you are the first to ever voice it."

"And are you going to be the first to answer it?"

"Yes"

"Yes, the first? Or yes to having impure thoughts? Like coveting thy
neighbor's wife, that sort of thing?"

"Of course I have impure thoughts, if that's what you want to call
them. God created me a man before he called me to the priesthood.  I can't
say that I have coveted anybody's wife, but I am not averse to appreciating
the beauty of a woman.  Man and woman are God's creations; and many are
beauty to be admired."

We were entering Parkersburg and I asked directions to the Bishop's
residence. He looked at his watch.

"We're a bit early," he said "Considering the weather, I think we should
find a motel and reserve a room, before things get worse. I can visit my
old friend first, then see the bishop."

"All right. I don't know Parkersburg," I said.

He directed me to a Red Roof Inn. He got a room. I took out my wallet but
he said the parish would pick up the tab. I took our bags and headed to the
room; Scott took off to see his friend. I was surprised to find only one
bed; I didn't remember hearing Scott asking for that, but I was
glad. Still, I called the front desk and asked about a room with two
beds. They didn't have any; in fact they had only two rooms left vacant in
the whole place.

I hung around the room and watched TV, showered; I even flushed out, just
in case.  Then I got nosey and checked out the priest's travel bag.  I had
to smile when I found condoms, lube, and even two Fleets.  Yeah, he had
come prepared too.  My discovery made things that much easier. So he DID
have impure thoughts!!  Not only that, he acted on them!  Or was prepared
to.

He returned late afternoon.  He was upset but relieved that he had visited
his old friend, who was nearer death than he had realized. He didn't
mention what his visit with the bishop was about.  We decided to order
pizza instead of going out; I wasn't dressed, and he said he wanted to
shower.  And the weather wasn't inviting to go out; it was much more
inviting to stay in. I pointed out the bed.

"You see we've only got one bed," I said.  "I called about getting us
switched to a two-bed room, but they're full."

"That's the reason I thought we should check in early," he said. "I have no
problem with it if you don't."

"Only that you're used to sleeping alone, and I'm afraid I might end up on
the floor before morning," I joked.  I hadn't meant it as such, but as I
said it, I thought it might be an opening for him to comment. He didn't.

The room was warm and I was sitting around in my shorts. Scott went to
shower. I heard the shower turn on but a few minutes later I heard the
toilette flush, and I was sure he had flushed out.  He took quite a while
in the shower; he came out just as I was paying the pizza guy.  I didn't
bother putting anything else on, and I was surprised when I saw Scott
standing there with a towel around his waist. He was surprising relaxed
being naked in front of me, at least I thought so. I figured he would be a
lot more modest. I watched him remove the towel and put on a pair of nice
fitting stretch boxers, taking particular note of his manhood.  It was the
first I'd ever really thought of a priest of even having manhood.  He
filled out his boxers very nicely.

We sat on the big bed, cross-legged, with the pizza between us and ate and
watched the television.

"Listen, we could probably make it back yet this evening if you want to
leave," he said.

I wasn't expecting that, and I didn't know why he made the offer.  I didn't
want to go back, and I didn't think he did either.

"We've already got the room, and you wouldn't get a refund, we might as
well stay," I said.

"All right, but call your wife."

"Yes, Father," I said, laughing.

We finished eating then stretched out on the bed to finish watching the
movie we'd gotten involved in.  It seemed natural to put as much space as
possible between us, but Scott was the one who didn't bother with the
covers so I didn't either. I watched him out of the corner of my eye,
taking in his muscular physique.  I had to keep telling myself that he was
a priest.  Finally, I stopped telling myself that.

The movie ended and we turned out the lights. He had left the bathroom
light on and it cast a soft light into the room; I had to wonder if he'd
done it on purpose.  We crawled under the covers, still with the proper
space between us.  In case you've never been in this situation, no matter
how hard you try, it's difficult to ignore that you are in bed with a
priest. I wasn't ready to go to sleep and I was sure Scott wasn't either. I
decided to engage him in conversation, and it was natural to talk about
things priestly.

"You've probably noticed that I'm conspicuous by my absence in the
confessional," I said.

"I don't keep a tally," he said.  "Besides, unless you went to confession
face-to-face, I wouldn't know how absent you've been."

"I've briefly considered face-to-face, but I've got a problem with it," I
said. "I've got a lot of problems with things Vatican II."

"Yes, you've said that."

"And you've never tried to change me," I pointed out.

"That has to come from within."

"Have you noticed I never take communion from a lay person?"  I said.

"A lot of people don't," he said. "I see several people switching lines to
avoid the lay person."

"Guilty," I said. "And I've never approached the chalice. I never will."

He didn't say anything.

"I wish they had left things alone."

"Most people think the changes were for the better," he said.

"Sorry, but I don't really believe that, Father." I laughed.  "It seems
appropriate to call you Father when we're talking about things religious. I
think it's just that people got used to it after it was forced on them.  If
there had been a referendum, it would have been defeated. There was
resistance at every turn when they began instituting the changes. I think
it's just a matter of people having no choice. I think that was wrong on
the part of the Church. Face it; there is no reason for the laypersons to
be up there on the altar. In the first place, if they hadn't come up with
all the changes, there wouldn't be a shortage of priests, and most of the
time there aren't enough people at mass to warrant all that extra help."

"I believe it was more designed to bring the people into being part of the
liturgy," he said.

"Why not let a lay person hear confessions then?"

He laughed. "You know the answer to that. I can't see that ever happening."

"Don't count on it," I said.  "In a previous conversation, you admitted to
having impure thoughts.  Who do you confess to?"

"To another priest," he said.

"What happens when you have an impure thought, say, an hour before time to
say Mass, when there's no time, nobody to confess to? You still have to say
the Mass and take communion."

"You're really trying to get inside my head," he said, laughing.

"No, inside your heart, and your conscience," I said.

"I relegate it to a venial sin, and confess later, if I remember," he said.

"That's very convenient. So having impure thoughts, that's a venial sin.
I'll have to remember that. I'm glad to hear that. I stopped going to
confession so often--and stopped confessing a lot of stuff when I did
go--because I knew the "I firmly resolve with the help of thy grace to
confess my sins, do penance and amend my life" wasn't going to happen. The
first two, okay, but amending my life wasn't going to happen."

"You can only try."

"No, I don't try anymore, because it doesn't work. It has never worked and
I don't hold out any hope that it ever will. You know what else? I'm no
longer really all that sorry for my sins, because I know I'm going to go
right out and do them again."

The conversation went on. I voiced my opinion about celibacy, and lay
people giving out communion, about my logic about the lay person having sex
in whatever form, the night before, or just before he gets to church, and
he is passing out communion, then what is so wrong with the priest having
had sex the night before.

"The lay person hasn't taken a vow of celibacy," he said.

"They why should you? It doesn't make sense."

"I can see your logic in all of this," he said. "I just can't agree with
it."

"You said you can't.... but you would like to, if the church would allow
you to," I said. "Tell me something father.... the recent scandal over the
priests.... have you ever been plagued by those thoughts or feelings?"

"Yes, of course," he replied, without hesitation.

"Over boys or girls?" I asked.

He didn't seem surprised by my bold question but he didn't answer right
away.  I went on. "You don't know it, Father, but you have counseled me
more than once in the confessional about a lot more than impure thoughts,
and I've wondered who counsels you."

"Another priest, when I seek it," he said.

"You don't seek counseling?" I said.

"Pete, you have realized by now that I am a man as well as a priest. I was
a man before I became a priest, and becoming a priest doesn't change
that. You are the first person I've said this to, but you and I are in the
same boat in that regard. I know that there is a lot about me that I can't
change either, and I don't devote a tremendous amount of time trying. I do
the best I can, just like every other man, and try to live up to my vows as
a priest as best I can. God knows I can do no more."

"Do you ever watch porn, Father?" I asked boldly.

He was obviously taken aback by my question.

"You're really digging into my soul, aren't you?"

"No, your soul is between you and God. I'm just asking a question."

"I have," he admitted, sounding rather reluctant.

"Venial or mortal?"

He hesitated again.

"You don't have to answer that," I said. Then I added, "Check out
BuffMuscles. I've got a sub-domain there."

That really surprised him. "You write porn?"

"Yeah. I'm on some other sites too. You might have read some of my stuff.
I'll email you a list, you can check it out."

There was a long, silent pause. He didn't tell me not to email him the
list.

"Now that you know who you're sleeping with, Father, we can get up and head
back if you want."

"No. Can I ask you something now?" he said.

"Sure."

"You could go back to calling me Scott now," he said first, then he asked,
"Do you write gay or straight porn?"

"Mostly gay."

"You're married."

"I'm bi....., Scott," I said.

There was another silence, and I purposely waited for some response from
him. I had slammed the ball into his court; I wanted to see what he would
do with it.

"Do we, uh.... have a situation here?" he asked in measured tones.

"Could be," I said with a sly grin.  "Have you ever had sex with anyone
since you became a priest?  No, let me rephrase that. Have you ever had
sex?"

"Yes.  I lost my virginity when I was fifteen."

"Wow! No kidding."  I wanted to ask him if it was with a boy or girl but I
didn't.  He went on to volunteer it.

"She was eighteen. We worked at the same place and she offered to drive me
home after work."

"Was that what made you decide to go into the priesthood? Guilt over it?"

"Heavens no. I enjoyed it immensely.  The idea of becoming a priest didn't
enter my mind till two years later."

"So you were well on the road to being a regular horny teenager," I said
jokingly.

"You could say that."

"Back to my original question; have you had sex with anyone since you
became a priest?  With a guy, I mean."

He replied without hesitation, "Yes."

"Oh."  I must have looked surprised. I was, sort of.

"You look surprised," he said.

"I guess I am."

"You might be more surprised to know that it was in the confessional."

I was more than surprised, I was stunned.  "Damn. No shit!"

"It wasn't one of the altar boys," he said, as if to reassure me.  "He was
a boy, an athlete, I knew from the high school where I was a teacher
there. He was home from college that summer and he came to confession
face-to-face. It was Saturday afternoon, and if you've ever been to
confession on Saturday afternoon, you know there's not a lot of traffic in
the church.  He came in wearing a tank top and cargo shorts, all tanned and
even more muscular than he was when he was in high school. We chatted for a
few moments before he began his confession, while I was trying to block out
the visuals of him sitting there in front of me. He confessed the usual
sins of a normal, healthy, horny college boy, a bit more in detail than
usual, and then toward the end he blurted out, "And God help me, father,
I'm getting a hardon just telling you about it."

"Geezuss, what'd you do?" I asked.

"He sounded rather upset with himself, almost distressed. I offered some
calming words. I told him that having an erection was not something he
needed God's help with, nor even God's forgiveness, no matter where it
occurred. I assured him that God gave him that wonderful ability to have an
erection and he should celebrate that, not feel guilty about it."

"He was so relieved. He laughed, rather nervously, and said, But Father,
you know how I'm going to be celebrate, so I feel like a hypocrite even
being here.  I told him, "Don't.  Don't give up on yourself."  Then I just
blurted it right out, that I had an erection from hearing his
confession. That really shocked him--it surprised me too--but not nearly as
much as what I did next.  I don't know what in the world prompted me, but I
reached down and grabbed up a handful of tissues and handed them to him. He
took them, looking confused. I told him he should take care of it before he
left; it wouldn't be a good idea to walk out of the confessional with an
erection.  He said, "You're serious." I assured him I was, that he could
step around to the side and do it.  He hesitated and slowly stood up. He
started to move around to the side but I told him he could do it right
there, and jokingly added that it was nothing I hadn't done myself.  If he
might have been having any doubts about the situation, I think I shattered
them.  He suddenly got a funny look on his face as he started undoing his
cargo shorts. I sat there with my eyes glued to his big, strong hands
undoing the buttons then the zipper and then shoving them down, along with
his shorts, and it took my breath away when I saw his cock.  I'll cut it
short by saying that, at my urging, he moved around to my side and I sucked
his cock.  It was the first time--first time for him, too, he told me
afterwards--and I loved it.  It lasted about ten minutes then he was out of
there."

He stopped and I thought he was finished.

"Wow!"....was all I could say.

"I can't describe the remorse that came over me," he went on. "I sat there
in a daze. I heard two more confessions--more correctly, I went through the
motions--then all was quiet and I sat for a long time just thinking about
what I'd done.  I took some solace in that it hadn't been a young altar
boy, but I still had the taste of the innocent young man's semen in my
mouth.  It was a mind-altering experience, in more ways than one. I swore
it would never happen again in the confessional, and it didn't."

I still didn't know what else to say.  Finally, I asked, "You said it never
happened again in the confessional......"

"It never happened again, period," he put in.

All the while, we were lying on our backs, looking up at the ceiling, still
with that safe distance between us. I didn't want that distance between us.

"Father.... Scott.... God help, me, I've got a hardon just listening to you
tell that," I said huskily, still without moving.

He said, "So have I." He didn't move either.

I hesitated then asked, turning onto my side to face him, "Did we decide if
we have a situation here?"  I thought that he might have for some time been
wanting to make an emotional and physical connection to me. He had
repressed that one incident so deeply and it had suddenly resurfaced. He
had the strangest look in his eyes.... he has beautiful eyes, by the
way... something akin to searching, wanting, longing, I don't know.....

He swallowed, hard, I heard him, and he said, "We're not in the
confessional."  Then suddenly he got up and gathered up his priestly garb,
and his collar and put them in a drawer, then climbed back in bed. "And for
now, I'm not your priest."

I can't describe what a feeling went through me. He still just lay there,
looking at me..... the covers were gone now and he was like devouring me
with his eyes.  But it was I who had to make the first move and I did. I
laid my hand on his hip.  He immediately put his hand on my hip, and it was
like an electrical current went through us.

I don't think I've ever seen such desperate want in a man`s eyes. Unless I
had the same look, I don't know.  So here's how it went down, as well as I
can remember.  I ran my hand down his thigh and he did the same thing.  He
seemed to be waiting and following my lead.  (This is the reason I think he
was being truthful about the college kid being the only guy he's ever had
any kind of sex with).  I ran my hand back up his thigh to his hip.  I did
it just to test; sure enough, he did the same thing to me. I wanted to
break him out of that.

"You don't have to follow my lead, Scott," I told him.  "You know what you
want, go for it."

He smiled, a rather weak, lopsided smile, and he broke out.  He said, "What
I want is to kiss you."

"Then go for it," I told him.  "I will kiss you back."

Without hesitation, he moved closer to me and our lips met, as natural as
you please.  He was a great kisser, and I had to wonder if the only other
time he'd kissed anybody might have been the girl he fucked.  He wasn't
even tentative about it.  The passion was almost jolting. We both whinnied
when our tongues touched and that turned into louder groans as we moved
closer and pressed our bodies harder together, wrapped our arms around each
other and began writhing against each other.  I felt his hardon and I knew
he could feel mine.  It felt food. He parted his lips just enough to gasp,
"Oh, Godd!"  then he literally devoured me.  I groaned and pulled him
really tight and rolled over, pulling him on top of me.  His muscular
weight felt wonderful, and he ground his loins hard against mine.

"Godd, I have wanted this so bad, for so long," he whispered.

"You've got it, Scott. Anything you want, for as long as you want." I
called him Scott, but this was a priest I held so tightly in my arms, and
nothing, not even those muscles, could drive that fact out of my head.  He
didn't feel like a priest and he sure as hell didn't kiss like a priest,
and it didn't matter that he was..... but he was.

He said, "Don't say that unless you mean it."

"I mean it," I assured him.  "We've got all night."

"I want this."  He rose up and leaned down and began kissing my chest,
nibbling on my tits.  He kissed me all over; I don't think he missed one
inch of my upper body as he worked his way back and forth across my chest
and down my stomach. He even nuzzled his face in my armpits and kissed and
licked me there.  He didn't stop when he reached the waistband of my
shorts, except to explore the outline of my cock through my shorts where it
extended across to my hip.  All the while he was doing that he was pulling
the waistband down to expose my cock.  It emerged rather triumphantly,
swinging up from my hip to throb in appreciation for being freed.  He
kissed the full length of my cock, up and down, several times before he
concentrated on the head.  He licked all around the head, causing it to
swell and quiver, then he let it swing up across my stomach. He kissed up
and down the underside, dipping in low to kiss my balls.

I couldn't help saying what I did.  "Are you sure this is your first
time. You sure know what you're doing."

"If you only knew how many times I've rehearsed it in my mind," he said. He
nuzzled my balls and kissed them, then made his way back up along the
underside of my cock. When he reached the head again, he pulled my cock
upright.  He licked the head a few times then reared back and just looked
at it.  "It's absolutely a work of art."

I laughed and joked, "Don't ever teach art appreciation, Scott."

He licked the precum off the head then he went down on me.  I don't know
how he "rehearsed" actually sucking cock, but My Godd, he was good. He
wasn't adept at deep throat, but that didn't matter. I wasn't sure he was
even aware that he could, and I didn't encourage him in the least.  I'm
big, and he was doing fine; I couldn't expect more.  He loved my cock.  He
murmured and moaned softly his contentment.  He sucked me with a hunger.
At the same time, he was lying astraddle my right thigh and humping it
steadily.

"Scott.... Scott, if you turn around and bring that up here, we can make
this more mutually satisfying."

He rose up from my cock with the oddest look on his fast; almost a look of
confusion or mild disbelief that I would make such an offer.

I smiled.  "I said I was Bi.  I like to suck cock too."

He maneuvered around so he was on his knees beside my shoulder. I urged him
to bring his leg over me and straddle my face. I pulled his shorts down off
his butt to free his cock. It sprung out over my face, long and thick and
proud. Talk about a thing of beauty.  He wasn't as big as me.... not many
guys are.... but he was big; easily eight inches and a great handful of
meat.

Before I started on him, I told him, "Just so we get it out of the way,
Scott, you can cum in my mouth."

"Yes! You too," he said excitedly.  "It's been so long since that college
boy."

I warned him that I cum quite a lot."

"So do I, I think," he said. "I don't have any basis for comparison."

"More than normal," I warned. "Don't think you have to swallow it." With
that I pulled his cock down to my face and took it in my mouth.  The
position was perfect--sixty nine always is--and his cock slid right into my
throat, his balls resting on my face. His groan around my cock sounded like
a little scream of pleasure and he actually trembled on top of me. There
was just so much built up inside of him that was suddenly being released,
and I felt really good about being a part of it. His cock throbbed in my
throat and I clasped my hands around his butt to hold him tight.  I'm
pretty good at deep throat, and the position we were in, I didn't want him
to pull back. I held him like that for a moment then eased him up a little
so I could suck him.

For that couple of minutes, I really didn't pay attention to my own cock or
what Scott was doing to me. I didn't expect him to last long, and he
didn't, and I wasn't disappointed when he suddenly started to convulse
terribly and began emptying his load into my mouth.  I was awash with
emotion as I took his heavy load. He was right; he came a lot, and I didn't
lose a drop. There was something special, even precious about this man's
cum; almost as if I were taking communion of sorts.  What a terrible image,
I thought, but I couldn't block it out.

His breathing was heavy and irregular, almost as if he was gasping for air,
but he kept sucking my cock. I eased him up from my face.

"Father.... Scott.... you don't have to keep doing it. We can take a
break," I told him.

He rose up and turned around so he was resting back on his haunches at my
shoulder, his powerful chest heaving.  It was the first I'd really noticed
the nice mat of hair on his chest.  His cock lolled out in a rubbery arch.
I leaned up and kissed it.

"That's an impressive hunk meat you're carrying around," I said.

"Not as impressive as that," he said, nodding to my cock.  "I should finish
it. I want to," he said.

"You can, but you don't have to right now.  Just lie down here with me."

He lay beside me and I shoved my arm out for him to put his head on and
when he did I crooked my arm, bring his head onto my chest.

I told him, "That was awesome.  Your load was awesome."

"It was the most wonderful thing that's ever happened to me," he said.

I crooked my neck to look at him.  "Are you sure you don't want to
reconsider that statement? You've had a lot of pretty awesome things take
place in your life.  You got ordained, for chrissakes."

"Heaven help me......."  But I shushed him.

"Don't say it," I said.  "This was a few short moments.  Your ordination is
for life."

He said, simply, "Yes."

I have something I have to say..... confess to you."

"It won't be a valid confession," he said.

"I just have to say it; how it felt when you were cumming in my mouth.  I
felt something special about it.  Special because I was receiving it from a
priest, and so special that I couldn't lose a drop.  In my head, I was
thinking...... it was like I was taking communion.  That was a terrible
thing to be thinking. Can you make any sense of it?"

"Yes, I think so.  If you think of it as a communion of men.... if that
will ease your conscience."

"I wasn't trying to ease my conscience, but I like that... communion of
men," I said.  "But what about your conscience?  Will you confess this?"

"No." He replied quickly.

"How will you reconcile......."

"Do we have to talk theology?" he cut in.  "My collar is in the drawer.  I
will be your priest later if you need me to be, but what you see before you
is a man, not a priest."

"All right. I'm sorry."  I pulled him tight against me and he rolled over
on his side and put his leg across my middle. His cock was hard
again. "Damn, you're like a teenager," I chided him, pressing against his
cock.

"I feel like one," he said.

I don't want to be repetitious so I won't describe every stroke and moan
and slurp. Suffice to say that I maneuvered us back into a sixty-nine,
which is my favorite position, with me on top, and Scott did an outstanding
job of taking my cock, although he never did manage to take me all the way.
I am expert at holding off, and being his second go-around, he lasted a lot
longer as well, so it was a long, even languid mutual suck.  Scott seemed
to savor every stroke. It was like he was making up for lost time.

I flooded him with my load.  I am a very heavy and hard cummer. He choked
on it but he wouldn't let go of my cock.  I heard and felt him swallow but
when I rose up, there was cum all over his chin and neck where he had lost
much of it.  He wiped his mouth, apologizing. I turned around and hunkered
over him and began licking up my cum.  He was almost urgent in guiding my
face to his to engage me in another passionate kiss, this time fueled by
the taste of my cum.

There was still this overriding curiosity over younger boys, because that's
what I'd been led to believe was the overriding problem; priests
"molesting" young, impressionable boys. I came right out and asked him.

"Scott, in light of all that's gone on and been brought out about the
church, how have you managed to steer clear of younger boys? They seemed to
be the target of most priests."

"I don't know, and I don't know how much longer I can," he replied with
candid honesty.  "The temptation is there constantly.... such beautiful
boys at that age. Boys longing to be men, and to be taught." His voice
trailed off to his own private thoughts. Then he looked at me. "You don't
know how many times, when I've heard a boy's confession of masturbating,
I've wanted to tell him, `Show me. Show me this sin you have committed.'
And then tell them it's not a sin at all, but to come back to
confession. The temptation has been great; it will be even greater now,
after this."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, don't go blaming me," I said, laughing.  "What about
that college guy? He deserves some of the blame, doesn't he?"

Scott laughed with me.

"Will you tell me?" I asked.  "When it happens?"

"Why not if it happens?"

"Because I believe you think it will happen. Will you tell me when it
does?"

"Yes. You may become my confessor," he said.

And yes--you're wondering--I fucked him.  It was at his request.  He
sounded almost afraid to ask, and even apologetic in the way he told me he
had "prepared" himself.  I didn't tell him I had done the same thing.
Something held me back from telling him; a feeling that he wanted me to be
the dominant one.  He wanted to be totally taken, and consumed by worldly
lust. And I was ready.  He had the lube at the ready. I took it but laid it
aside. I wanted to rim him, to bury my face in that excellent priest butt
and pull his taut athlete's butt muscles apart and drive my tongue up
inside him till he begged for forgiveness.  But I also wanted to play the
role he wanted of me; to dominate him, and I didn't think he would think
rimming him would fulfill that role. It was strange how I didn't want to
disappoint him. But I found a way out.

"There's a saying, Scot, that a real man doesn't fuck anything he wouldn't
eat," I said as I moved down on the bed between his legs which he spread
for me.

He lifted his head to watch what I was going to do.  He blinked with
surprise when he realized I was going to lick his ass with my tongue.  He
let out a little "Oh, my Godd!" when I started doing it.  I smiled.  I
licked and kissed and tongued his perfect hole till it was clenching and
palpitating anxiously then I pulled it open and drove my stiff tongue up
inside him.

"AAAAwhhhhh!.... AAAAwwwhhhhhh!" he cried out. "Oh, My Godd, what're you
doing!!!"  He tossed his head back in agonized pleasure.

I rimmed him for a good twenty minutes or so.  I drove him nuts.  Then I
introduced my finger.  I've never seen anyone register such total surprise
as when I shoved my middle finger through his hole, and he was almost
aghast when I found his prostate through the thin, delicate wall of his
ass. His eyes flew open, then his mouth as he drew in a deep breath, and he
held it for a long moment. He let out a tiny squeal as I began rubbing his
love nut with my fingertip and it turned into a louder, surprised groan.  I
inserted another finger and wriggled them around deep inside him, tapping
on and off of his now swollen prostate, and he started writhing and
squirming around on my hand.

I groped for the lube in the tangled bed covers.  He found it and handed it
to me. When I didn't move fast enough he reached down and took hold of my
wrist.

"Godd.... please, I want it to happen, I can't stand this," he whispered
hoarsely.

It was evil of me, but I couldn't help teasing him.  "What?"  I
asked. "What do you want to happen, Scott?" as I massaged his prostate with
both fingers.

He let out a yowl of pleasure and told me, "Ohh, Geezuss, Pete, you KNOW
what I want.  I want you to fuck me!  There, you made me say it, now do it;
fuck me!"

Smiling, I pulled my fingers out and squeezed some lube into his still
gaping ass and his hole swallowed it up. I squeezed some more and rubbed it
around his asshole, then drizzled some onto my cock.

"This is going to hurt," I warned as I moved up between his legs on my
knees with my cock aimed.

"I don't care," he said.

"You might," I said. "Stop me if you need to."

"I won't," he said. "I won't stop you and I don't want you to stop till
you're all the way in."

"Scott, the first time..... I'm awfully big.... we should take it slow"

"I know how big you are.  As Red Riding Hood would say, All the better to
fuck me with."

I laughed, shaking my head as I positioned myself over him.

"What?"

"It's weird, hearing a priest talk like that," I said.

He only smiled and lifted his legs higher and spread them out wide. I took
hold of his ankles and pushed his legs over his head, tilting his fine ass
up at the perfect angle. I looked down at it, his taut buns spread so
deliciously inviting, his nearly smooth asshole clenching anxiously.

"It looks anxious; it's winking at me," I chided him.

"Stop teasing."

"Oh, I'm not teasing, just admiring," I said, and leaned down and kissed
his asshole and licked it a couple of times. Then I rose back up and
positioned the head of my cock at his hole.  He closed his eyes. I
hesitated.... I don't know why.... but a feeling came over me, and I
thought, "I'm going to fuck a priest.  I'm about to enter the body of a man
of God, and become one with him.  If I'd thought about it a moment longer I
think I might have backed out, and I didn't want to do that and I knew
Scott wanted this even more than I did, and it had somehow become an
obligation that I give it to him, to show him the worldly pleasures of a
man being with a man in the truest sense of the word.

So I pushed and his asshole stretched and spread for me and I entered him.
It was painful, I could tell by his face, but I didn't stop. He wanted it;
he would have to endure the pain like every other man who had done this
since the beginning of man.  I didn't stop till I was pressed hard against
his spread, trembling butt muscles and my cock was lodged deep in his guts.
I was surprised how easy it went, how my cock seemed to find its way
through the maze of bodily organs in its path to nestle its head in the
very depths of his body. I held still and let my cock throb deep inside
him.  He kept his eyes shut as he took in controlled breaths of air.

"My Godd!" he said finally, a loud, whispered gasp, and opened his eyes.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes," he said emphatically, his eyes clear and focused on mine.  "I don't
think I've ever been more okay in my life.  My Godd!"

"You said that," I joked.

"I can't believe how this feels."

"Sorry I hurt you. It couldn't be helped," I said.

"No, the pain was nothing.  This....."  He squirmed his hips a little.

"Are you ready to be fucked?"  I asked.

He laughed, it was partly a sob, and his tight abs rippled.

"I'll take that as a yes."  And I eased my hips back.  He took in a long
breath that lasted the full length of my withdrawal, then I shoved back in.
He let the breath out.  I eased back again and began fucking him. He moaned
and closed his eyes and settled his head back in the pillow.

So I took a priest's virginity.  I know, he was, by his own insistence, a
man under me, but nothing could blot out the fact that I was fucking a
priest.  It wasn't a feeling of guilt, either.  It was as if him being a
priest only elevated it to a higher level.

We were silent except for our soft moans and breathing and the soft, wet
sounds at our juncture.

At one point I asked him, "How am I doing?  Is it okay?"

He didn't open his eyes.  "If I could only tell you..... it's like nothing
I've ever felt before.  Is transcendental the right word?"

"I don't know, I don't know what you're feeling," I said.

"Pete, it's like.... it truly is like I've died and am floating off to
heaven.  This is the euphoria of heaven.  Nothing should feel this
wonderful on earth; this has to be what heaven is like, like there is
pleasure in dying.  This must be the true meaning of the communion of men.
My Godd, I want to cry."

I was feeling the same, unexplainable feelings; for me it was almost a
supernatural thing.

But I soon brought it out of the realm of the supernatural and back down to
earth, back to the sweating, groaning, rutting of two men in the throes of
hot sex.

He was amazed at how long I fucked him, and reveled with eager delight in
the positions I had him in.  We did it bareback and I deposited a hard,
heavy load deep inside him.  I was so happy that he followed within
seconds.... he was on his back, I was back on my haunches, cumming like
crazy and jacking his thick cock and he shot all over himself.  He made a
lot of noise.  Then he was quiet.  Eerily quiet.

I stayed there for a moment and watched him, his eyes closed, his muscular
chest heaving, till he was more relaxed, then I leaned down and slipped one
arm under his waist and brought us over onto our sides.  He started to ease
away from me.

"No, stay like that. It's not over yet.  I want to stay inside you."  I
meant my head was still spinning with the euphoria of it all.  I had fucked
a priest. I wanted my cock to stay inside him, as a reminder that I had
fucked a priest..... as proof that it was not a dream.  I wasn't ashamed.
Not that I had done God's work by showing this man the earthly pleasure of
man sex, but I felt no guilt for having done so.

The night was, I believe, one of absolutely contentment. We slept in each
other's arms, our bodies entwined like two lovers.  We woke each other up
several times changing positions but each time moved together in naked
embrace and slept again. I came awake sometime in the night and lay and
watched him in the soft light from the bathroom.  I couldn't help thinking
what a beautiful male he was, and I couldn't help wondering if that male
beauty had something to do with him being called as a priest; that he might
inspire other young men.  Probably not, but it was a nice thought that made
my idea of the priesthood rather lofty, I thought.

Scott woke up and found me looking at him.

"How long have you been awake?" he asked sleepily.

"I don't know."

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"I'm fine. Do you want to fuck me now?"  It words came out almost before it
became a thought.

Scott laughed softly, and said, "Yes. I very much want to. I was afraid to
ask."

"Why?"

"I wasn't sure you would want me to," he said.

"You know how good it felt," I said.

"It felt wonderful."

"Then why should I not want you to fuck me?"

Scott fucked me.  For a first timer, he was pretty awesome.  He duplicated
my moves and maneuvered me into the same positions I had used on him. I
helped guide him by letting him know in no uncertain terms what he did to
make it good.

"You're too good at this to be a virgin priest," I told him.

"I was always a good student," he said.  "How long can we go?"

"For as long as you want."

I was very surprised at his staying power; it didn't seem like he was even
trying to hold off, but more like he was intent on exploring every inch of
my ass with every inch of his cock and draw out every bit of pleasure he
could for both of us. He shot off so hard we shook the bed.  He collapsed
on top of me and I held him like that for a long time.

Later in the early morning we woke up again and showered and tumbled right
back into bed in a sixty nine.

Driving home, we were surprisingly completely at ease with one another.  We
talked openly about the experience, in detail.  Scott could hardly stop
talking, trying to explain how it felt.  He even said, jokingly, that he
wished he could do a sermon on it, to try to erase the taboo and portray
the pleasure of it.

I asked him, "So, do you think you will pursue this newfound pleasure with
younger boys now?"

"I must say no, but I know I'm lying.  Yes, I will, as the opportunity
presents itself. "

"Sometimes you have to create your opportunities," I said with a sly grin.

"That will take some thought," he said.

"But I think you can do it," I told him.  "Your physical stature alone
attracts and commands admiration and respect from young boys."

"Wouldn't it be great if I could conduct classes?"

"Classes?" I laughed.

"Yes, hold Saturday morning classes for young boys and teenager... maybe
you could assist me, even with demonstrations.... you know, if I let myself
think about it, the real wrong in all of this is denying young men and boys
the pleasure of their bodies.  We condemn it.  That is the real wrong, that
we condemn something so intensely beautiful that God Himself gave them.  I
don't know, Pete, if I will be able to give absolution or even assign
penance to boys who come to me with their so-called sins of the flesh. I'm
afraid I might have to start telling them they have not sinned.... to
celebrate their bodies and the God-given feelings they have.  Am I going to
go to hell for that?"

"I don't know, you're the one holding the keys to the kingdom of heaven and
hell," I said, half joking.

"I'm not sure I do," he said.

I reached over and squeezed his knee.  "Do not start doubting your calling
as a priest," I said sternly.  "You do good work. Too many people need
you."

"I'm not doubting my calling.  But I'm afraid I might start doubting my
purpose in that calling."

I drove a couple of miles when we didn't say a word.  Then he turned in his
seat and asked, "Do you think we can do this again?"

"Yes.  How private are your quarters?"

"Very private.  But I don't think I can or should invite young boys to
visit," he said.

"No, boys coming and going would not go unnoticed," I agreed.  "Those
opportunities need to be away from here."

"I don't see how I'll ever manage anything like that," he said.  "I can't
just take a boy to a motel out of town."

"A camping trip," I said, the wheels turning in my head.

"That would raise just as much suspicion, wouldn't it," he said.

"Not if it was two boys and two adults, one of them being a lay person."

"I would have no idea where to go."

"Leave that up to me, I know an excellent place."  And I told him about my
nephew and me.  "It's an ideal place for a winter camping trip."

"I know a parishioner who has all the camping gear, a large tent," he said
eagerly.

"Uhhh.... you also have to pick the boys," I told him.

So, a winter camping trip is the planning stages.

I was curious how things would go at Mass the following Sunday. I sat up
closer to the front than I usually do so I could observe Father Scott going
about his priestly duties.  I saw nothing out of the ordinary.  The real
test would be when I went up for communion.  I admit to a slight twitch of
nerves as the line moved slowly down the center aisle and I came closer and
closer to my "judgment."  Would God strike me down?

When my turn came and I stepped up to Father Scott with my hands down in
front of me, he placed the host on my tongue I lingered for a couple of
extra seconds as our eyes met, unwavering.  I thought I saw a trace of a
smile.

And so, that's the story of my descent into the depths of lust with a man
of God..... or the ascent.  I tried to capture as much of the dialogue as I
could remember, as well as the activities that took place between us. I
can't say that I'm "worried" about what we did, and if there is concern, it
is for Father Scott more than myself, for it was I who left the door open a
crack and then invited him in.  Maybe I want some reassurances, for him as
well as for myself, for he says he will not discuss it with any fellow
priests. In the end, it won't really matter, though, because if Scott calls
me that he has found two boys to go camping, we will go.
                                                        The End











UA

This is a true life experience.

**51 - At The Priest's House

                        At The Priest's House

It was the first time we'd gotten together since the camping trip.  We had
been together with each other at Scott's house for regular parish
functions, but not just the four of us.  The boys told their parents that
some guys from school were getting together at Father Scott's house for
pizza and to watch a ball game.  It wasn't a total lie, if two boys could
be considered "some" guys, and we did have pizza, and we did watch part of
a ball game. It is also always understood that parents are welcome to drop
by any time their kids are at his house; that gives the impression that all
is well.  They know they have to ring the doorbell, though because Scott
does keep the door locked for safety reasons.

Mason and Jade, of course, were the only two boys there.  I had talked to
Scott beforehand and told him I would like to have Jade alone; I thought I
could bring him around even more.  He said that would be no problem.  Scott
has two spare bedrooms upstairs for visiting priests. His bedroom is
downstairs, and he said he would keep Mason downstairs.

Jade and I went to pick up the pizza; I didn't want a record of delivery of
only one large pizza for "some guys."  When we got back, Mason and Scott
had the drinks ready and we settled in to watch the ball game.  I don't
remember who was playing.  It was a lousy game, and nobody was interested,
because we knew we were there for other reasons.

During one commercial Mason remarked that he should've brought some of his
dad's porn to watch.  Father Scott was properly indignant.

"You're joking of course. Your father doesn't really have porn in the
house."

"Sure he does.  I found it."

"Well, don't let that be known," Father said sternly.

Jade laughed and said, "Father's probably got his own stash of porn."

Father was jokingly indignant with that remark.  "Jade, what would make you
think that I, your parish priest and confessor, would have such as that in
my house?"

"Well, let's see.... the camping trip?" Jade said, laughing.

I knew Scott had porn DVDs but I was waiting to see if he offered to bring
them out.  He didn't.  But since the subject had been brought up, I decided
to pounce on it.

"Come with me, Jade," I said, squeezing his thigh as I got up.

He gave me a funny look, glanced at Mason and they exchanged smiles and
bewildered looks, then he followed me down the hall to the stairs.  I led
the way up the stairs to one of the bedrooms.  We went in and I closed the
door behind us.

"What do you say we make our own porn," I said as I groped the front of his
shorts and put my other arm around his waist.

"Sure, why not," he said just before I kissed him.  He kissed me back, hard
and passionate.  I couldn't believe a boy his age could be such a good
kisser.  I felt his cock growing in his cargo shorts.  I moved my hand and
put both arms around him and smashed my loins against his.  "I want you
naked," I said when the kiss was finished, and I began undoing his shorts.

"Yeah, I want you naked, too," he said.  "Am I going to get to fuck you
again?"

"If you want to. But let's don't rush things."

He stood there and let me undo his cargo shorts and take them off.  His
briefs were tented something awful.  I tugged his shirt up and he raised
his arms so I could pull it off.  "Fuck, you're built nice," I said.

"Thanks.  I wish I had some more muscle, though."

"You will have.  Give yourself time to grow.  For now, you're fine just the
way you are." I eased him back on the bed and he lifted his hips for me to
pull off his briefs. While I was on my hands and knees I pulled off his
shoes and socks, leaving him naked. I ran my hands up his thighs and dug my
fingers into the apex, pressing my thumbs hard against his perineum.  He
spread his legs out wider and locked his hands behind his head and looked
down at me and his throbbing young cock.  I nuzzled my face into his crotch
and sucked both of his balls into my mouth.  He moaned softly.

I bypassed his cock and crawled up on the bed beside him, sliding one arm
under his head. I turned his head toward me and started kissing him
again. It was a wet, tongue-lashing kiss; we practically devoured each
other.

"Damn, you're a great kisser. Where'd you learn to kiss like that?"

"I don't know, from you I guess," he said.

I wet my hand good and started stroking his cock as I went back to kissing
him.

"Fuck, you feel good," I whispered.

"So does your hand," he said.

"You've got a great body."

"Thanks."

Stroking his cock was only foreplay. When he was squirming in the mattress,
thrusting his cock through my fist, I let go of it and pressed my hand into
his crotch again, reaching under him for his butt.  I worked a wet finger
between his taut young butt muscles and he relaxed for me to find his hole.

"Ohh, Mann, you're gonna do that again," he moaned.

"Yes, and I'm not going to stop till you cum," I said.

"What about my cock?"

"What about it?"

"Aren't you going to suck it?"

"No, and I don't want you to touch it either."

"Aww, Mann, you're gonna torture me."

"Call it what you like," I said.

As I rubbed his asshole he cocked one leg out to give me more room between
his legs. I wet my finger a couple more times till I had him slick, then
shoved my finger through.

"Ohhh," he gasped softly, wincing a little.

I found his prostate easily, and began massaging it.  It swelled and grew
firm and started palpitating against my fingers.

"Ohh, Godd!.... Ohh, Fuck!.... I shouldn't be saying God at a time like
this."

"Let yourself go, say whatever you feel like saying, yell and scream if you
like, we're going to be kissing so nobody will hear you. I want you to make
this the longest kiss you've ever had," I said.  "Cause we're not going to
stop kissing till you cum."

"Ohh, fuck,.... ohh.... ohhhh, it's not gonna be long," he moaned as he
writhed against my hand.

"No, you're not ready," I said. I eased up on his prostate to let him come
back down. He relaxed a little then I started on him again.  He laid his
head back on my arm and closed his eyes.  I leaned up over him and started
kissing him. He returned my passion.  It was his release from the torture.

I brought him to the brink and let him down from it, over and over again.
He was moaning, and nearly screaming in my mouth.  I couldn't remember
anyone going so crazy over being fingered and kissed.  My goal was to fuck
him but my ultimate goal was to have him beg me to do it.  I didn't know if
that would happen this night but it didn't matter.  He reached for his cock
once and I used my hand to brush his hand away.

"See, when I have to brush your hand away, I have to stop," I said.

"I could use a break, you're driving me crazy," he said.

"No. No breaks. Don't touch your cock again." I said, and resumed kissing
and fingering him.  He accepted my authority like the boy he was; he didn't
touch his cock again.

I worked on him for at least a half hour, maybe longer. He was a writhing,
trembling mass of boy flesh by the time we finished.  His finish caused him
to go into near convulsions, and I thought he was going to devour me with
his hard kisses as he shot his load.  I would've liked to receive it in my
mouth, but I wanted him to free-load and I wanted him to go crazy doing it.
At the end he had his feet cocked up on the edge of the mattress with his
body shoved up off the bed, thrashing about wildly as I probed his hot ass
and brutalized his prostate.  I showed him no mercy.  He was so hot and
excited he couldn't even cry out; he kept choking on his cries.  Then he
started convulsing and unloaded what most men would've been envious of.  He
sprayed cum all over himself and over his shoulder, his tight young body
lurching and shaking uncontrollably. I didn't let up with my fingers till
he broke from the kiss and whimpered for me to please stop. I stopped, but
took another minute or two to extract my fingers from his palpitating
asshole. I cupped his balls gently in my hand.

"Do you still want to fuck me?" I asked, smiling.

"Yes!" he said emphatically.

"Do you think you're up to it?" I kidded him.

"I know I'm up to it. Just give me a couple of minutes and I'll fuck your
eyeballs out," he said.

I laughed.  "While you're recuperating do you mind if I feast on this huge
load you just shot off?  It's a shame to let it go to waste."

"Feast away," he said.

I can't find the words to tell you how wonderfully fresh and sweet his boy
cum was. Only if you've experienced that taste yourself from a horny youth
can you know. I moved over him and lapped up the thick, warm semen,
concentrating on one rope then another.  At the last I held some in my
mouth and looked down at him.  Realizing what I was thinking, he pressed
his back head into the pillow, wide-eyed.  I slowly lowered my face to his,
smiling. He was still wide-eyed as I pressed my lips to his, but then
closed them when the kiss was inevitable.  I had to pry his lips apart with
my tongue, but succeeded, and began feeding him his own cum. He took it,
rather willingly, I thought. I kept our lips locked as he swallowed it.

"Aww, Mann, I can't believe I ate my own cum," he said.

"I thought you would've done that already," I said.  "How does it taste?
How do you like it?"

"Not so bad," he said, swallowing over and over again.  "But it sort of
sticks in your throat."

"No, that's just the taste of it that's in your throat.  The after taste
lingers."

"I wouldn't want to do it very often, but you make me do things I wouldn't
ordinarily do," he said.

"That's what will make your life exciting and out of the ordinary," I said.

"My life has already moved pretty much out of the ordinary," he said.

"Do you have any regrets?" I asked.

"No."

"Good.  Some boys might get all screwed up in the head over things we've
done."

"Not this boy," he said.

"You are an exceptional boy, Jade," I told him.

He smiled, then laughed.  "I don't know why you would say that, except
you've showed me about sex that I wouldn't have learned otherwise."

"Oh, you would have learned from somebody.  That was inevitable.  I'm just
glad I was the one to show you."

"Why was it inevitable?"

"Because you are a very sexual boy, and you are equally curious about sex.
You would have sought satisfaction of that curiosity somewhere."

"I'm glad I didn't have to seek it," he said.

"Do you still want to fuck me?"

"Absolutely."

Despite writing the stories I do, I can't find the words to describe what
it is like to be fucked by Jade. There is a youthful vigor about him that
most men don't have, and a determination. It is almost as if I can feel his
confidence soaring with each stroke of his cock.  He employs moves that he
is discovering, that most men have long forgotten.  He is intent on doing
what he is doing, not just getting his own pleasure, but proving to me that
he is a man and gives pleasure.  He doesn't have to prove anything to me,
but I don't tell him that.

He started out on top with me lying on my stomach.  We didn't use a condom,
and I cautioned him again about that.  He fucked me hard, which was his
nature. After a while he tugged on my hips, pulling me to my hands and
knees.  My spread butt accepted him even deeper.  He rose up on his
haunches to fuck me.  He pulled us over onto our sides to fuck me.  He got
on top with my legs shoved against my chest.

"Damn, Jade, you're going to make some lucky girl a great husband and
lover," I told him.

He smiled proudly.

I wasn't surprised that he lasted so long, after he had shot off that first
big load.  Several times he asked if I was getting close.  I told him not
to worry about it, I was getting my pleasure from watching him, I didn't
have to cum for it to be good.  He didn't buy that.  I think it was a
challenge for him to make me cum.  He pulled out, a tight smile on his
face.

"Let's see if I can find your love nut and drive you crazy," he said.

"Ohh, Shit!" I gasped as he drove two fingers up inside my gaping
hole. Maybe it was three; I just know it was more than one.  He searched
around inside me for a moment till he felt something and he rubbed it hard.
"AAAahhhh!" I cried out.

"Damn, that didn't take you long!"

He laughed as he continued massaging my prostate.  He was a little rough
but I wasn't going to tell him that.  I couldn't lie still, and he knew it.
I thrashed my hips around, as if my ass was fighting his hand.

"Ohh, Godd... Ohh.... Ohh. Damn, Jade, you knew where it was all the time!"

"I knew the general vicinity," he said, laughing.  "That feeling good?"

"Ohh, Fuck, Jade.... you're gonna make me cum.  I want your cock in me when
I cum.  I want you pounding my ass to make me cum."

"Okay, just let me know when you're close, I'll shove back in."

"Now," I gasped.  "Now!  Ohh, fuck, Jade, now!  Fuck me now!"

Smiling, he mounted me again and started fucking me.  My prostate was on
fire. I could feel it palpitating. No, throbbing.  He fucked me like crazy,
thrusting in and pounding my ass unmercifully.  He did things that most men
I've had never did.  His hot cock slid back and forth over my prostate,
then suddenly he buried it and twisted his hips around in circles, causing
his cock to lob around inside me and beating my prostate like a tom-tom.

I couldn't cum. I wanted to.  I felt like I was going to, but it wouldn't
cum.  It was like something had been tied off, and I felt like I was going
to burst.

"Thought you were ready to cum," Jade said.

"I thought I was."

"Need some more help?"  He pulled his cock out and shoved his fingers in me
again. I braced myself, but I wasn't prepared for what he did next.  He
knelt there probing my ass with his long, thick fingers, beating out a
rhythm on my love nut, then he wrapped his other hand around my cock.

I choked.  I trembled.  I convulsed so hard my body nearly froze.  I tried
to tell him I was ready, but I couldn't form words. Finally, I grabbed his
cock with one hand and his wrist with the other, trying to tell him I
wanted him to fuck me again.  I never needed to be fucked so badly in my
life.

Jade got my point and mounted me again.  He fucked me like a young bull. I
didn't know where he was getting his power or energy.  The only thing that
salvaged my prostate from this young stallion was Father Scott's tap on the
door.

"You guys, the boys need to be getting home soon," he said.

The priest's words seemed to break the trance and I felt myself cumming.
The sensation swept through me like a tsunami.  I felt my insides swell up
and the next instant the stuff was gushing out of my cock in torrents.

"Holy Shit!" Jade gasped.

Everything began to fade to black and I let myself float off.  It was only
for a few seconds, because when I came back, I was still cumming, but it
seemed like a wonderful eternity.

"Damn, you really emptied your tanks," Jade said.

His cock was still in me, and I was suddenly aware of a warm sensation and
knew that he had cum inside me, which was no doubt part of the wonderful
eternity.

"Did you hear Father knock on the door?" he asked.

"Yes."

Jade pulled his cock out and lay beside me.  It was he who slid his arm
under my head this time.  I laid my arm across his chest and turned a
little onto my side.  I lay there just looking at him.

"My Godd.... what are you?" I asked.

He laughed. "What do you mean?"

"You just turned fifteen, for chrissakes. You were only fourteen a short
time ago.  You perform like a porn star."  (Actually, Father Scott got his
birth date wrong.  On the camping trip when we gave Jade the pocket knife
for his birthday, we found out that his birthday was coming up; he was
still only fourteen on that camping trip).

"It's a gift," he joked.

"Indeed it is," I agreed.

"Actually, I learned from you, and Father Scott," he said.

"You were really paying attention," I said.

"I love doing this," he said.

"Have you tried this talent on any lucky girls yet?" I asked.

"No.  I decided I'm going to wait till I'm in high school," he said.  "I
wonder if it'll be this good with a girl."

"I suppose it depends on the girl," I said.

"Pete, do you think I'm bisexual?" he asked.

"I think it's too soon for you to be worrying about labels.  Give yourself
time to explore your sexuality and discover your feelings.  And
listen... this... sex with other guys, boys... be careful how you pursue
that. Have you and Mason done anything together since our camping trip?"

"No. We talked about it, is all.  We agreed we might, sometime."

"Just realize, that will open up a whole new concept of your sexuality. You
and Mason will be taking on the roles of Father Scott and me."

"Yeah, we talked about that, if we could actually suck each other, and
especially if we could handle getting fucked."

"It's good that you've talked about it. It'll be good that you two boys can
feel okay experimenting with each other like that."

"How about experimenting with you?" he asked.

I was taken aback by what I thought he was saying.  "Are you talking about
taking a cock in your ass?"

"Not just any cock.  Your cock," he said.

"Jade, I would be happy, even honored and privileged, to show you, but do
consider you and Mason making those discoveries together. I would be the
ideal thing to do. But I'm not turning you down," I added with some
emphasis. "So don't be afraid to mention it again if you want to pursue
it."

"Okay.  Well, we'd better get downstairs.  Father's right, Mason and I
should be getting back, before somebody comes looking for us."

Mason and Scott were dressed and waiting for us when we went downstairs.  I
saw Mason and Jade exchange quick, knowing glances, and I knew that Mason
and Scott had made good use of their time together.  I went home and Father
Scott drove the boys home.

We had a chance later to talk about the evening and I asked Father Scott,
jokingly, what "progress" he and Mason had made.  He said quite a bit.  He
said Mason had more or less took charge. I told him Jade had done the same
thing.

"He's phenomenal," I said.

"Mason is quite the young stud," Scott said.

"Did he talk about him and Jade?" I asked.

"Only that they have talked," Scott said.

"Yeah, that's what Jade said.  But he also left it open for me and him."

"Left what open?  Mason didn't make any such approach."

"I think Jade wants to try fucking.... getting fucked."

"Whew!  He's progressing faster than I expected he would.  When will the
big event take place?"

"I don't know. I told him to consider Mason first."

"How noble of you," Scott said.

"It's not noble. I think the boys should explore their feelings together."

"Maybe they need to be shown the way," Scott said.

"Oh, trust me, Jade knows the way," I said.

"Not down that path, he doesn't," Scott said.  "I know you're concerned
that you're too big. But consider this... consider being there with them."

"Yes, that could prove interesting," I said. "But what about you?"

"It's not about me, or you.  It's about them.  Mason didn't make the
overtures to me that Jade did to you.  So if there is to be a third party,
it should be you."

"And you think I should approach Jade about it.... being with them?"

"I think you should offer."

I am considering it.

                                                 The End









UA

This is a true life experience.  Since this is an account of a true
experience, it is not written in pure story form, and not as well written
perhaps as some of my stories.  Much of it is written in narrative. Where I
have used dialogue, it is not meant to be word for word as things were
actually said, but close enough to describe what happened and how things
transpired.






**052 - The Camping Trip

                                The Camping Trip
                     (With Father Scott and the Boys)

We almost planned the camping trip for late spring or early summer when the
weather would be warm enough to be out.  But talking about it, I saw that
Father Scott was most anxious and I thought what the hell, there was no
particular reason why we had to wait; we weren't going for the purpose of
hiking nature trails. And if we wanted, well hiking in the snow in the
wilderness is fun. So we reverted to our original idea and began planning
the trip for the next big snow. Of course, it had to be on a weekend.  It
never came.  We had some flurries off and on during the week, but we never
got the weekend snow we wanted, so we decided on a last date certain, a
weekend when we would take off, snow or not.

Scott arranged to borrow the tent and the guy also had a heater.  I had a
sleeping bag, Scott bought one for himself, and I told him I would buy
sleeping bags for the boys if they needed them. And I reminded him, asked
him what boys in mind.  I used the plural because I did not want to go with
just one boy. It wouldn't look right and it might raise suspicions from the
parents, and besides, it would be more fun with two boys. He said he had
two or three boys in mind.  Three... he was thinking way ahead of me. Two
of them I knew and they knew me casually, through their parents. One of
them was Jade Mitchell, now an eighth grader.  Jade was a strange name for
a boy but it fit him.

I said when I heard about him, "Oh my Godd, he was the hottest boy in
school when he was in seventh grade." I had seen him in church from time to
time and he was even hotter now.  He was taller, probably six feet, slender
built but not skinny. He had a great ass and broad shoulders and strong
arms.  ew hDS HwHe had short cropped black hair and dark, serious eyes,
more handsome now than cute and he had grown out of the gangly stage into
the sexy awkwardness of youth on the threshold of manhood.  The other boys
Scott mentioned were Mason Clark, a seventh grader, and a sixth grader who
had transferred in, who I didn't know.  I was hoping for Mason because we
knew each other.

Scott knew nothing about camping so I set about buying provisions and
supplies, leaving him to concentrate on arranging for the boys. I also went
to the military surplus store and bought two more Army web belts and four
canteens to match the ones I had, so we would all have two canteens of
water.  And some MREs.  And, for the fun of it, a snakebite kit with a pair
of rubber suction cups in it.

Scott was visibly elated when he told me that it was all set for the boys
to go, depending on the date we went. It was Jade Mitchell and Mason Clark
who would be going. Scott asked me if I had taken care of getting all of
the "necessary" supplies; he seemed a bit embarrassed about asking, but
relieved when I told him I had-- eight Fleets, four flower-scented
Massengil douches, TP, wipes, lube, and condoms in case we decided to use
them.

"Eight!  And what the heck are Massengil douches?" he wanted to know.

"Well, there are four of us, we'll be gone two days," I said. "And
Massengil is good to use after the Fleet for a nice fresh feeling.... and
taste."  He laughed at that and asked if I thought we should use condoms. I
told him we should play it by ear.  I didn't tell him I'd also bought a
fresh bottle of poppers.

We waited, letting a couple of weekends go by, and another, and I could
tell Father Scott was getting more anxious so we decided to go the
following weekend, our target date, and hope for snow.

The big day finally arrived, no snow on the ground. The weather was rather
mild but colder weather was predicted with a chance of snow.  My pickup is
only a two passenger, and due to the chance of snow, and where we were
going, one of the dads thought it would be a good idea if we drove his SUV.
I thought that was very generous of him, especially considering what we had
in mind for his son.

When I arrived at the priest's house on Saturday morning, the boys had
already been dropped off, along with the black SUV parked on the
lot. Jade's dad left it and drove Father Scott's car home.  We loaded up
the gear from my truck and from the house and the boys tossed their
overnight bags in the back. No one noticed that I had not bought the boys'
sleeping bags.  Scott told me privately that Jade had just had a birthday
two days ago, his fifteenth, and he had purchased a nice pocket knife for
us to give to him.

It was more than three hours' drive to the wilderness park. The
conversation was lively but noticeably reserved as boys might tend to be
with two adult men, but mostly, I thought, because of Father Scott as their
priest and authority figured. I began trying to think of ways to break down
that barrier; I preferred not have the boys submit to anything because of
authority-figure pressure.  I needn't have worried.  As they grew more
comfortable with Scott and me, the boys loosened up.  We talked about
school, of course, which was Father Scott's forte, along with sports, as
both boys were athletes.  And being athletes, it was easy and appropriate,
I thought, to bring up girls.  We stopped at a café for lunch and
Jade and Mason were relaxed and having fun by the time we got to the park,
around three in the afternoon.

At the gate I went in to register, as was required, and asked about the
showers.  The ranger said the showers would be working; he would turn on
the hot water. It was beautiful driving through the park and the boys were
excited to see several deer lurking back in the trees, and some other
animals scurrying through the woods.  At the parking area, I pulled in and
we got out and began unloading. I gave the boys and Scott each a web belt
with two canteens to put on.

"Go easy on the water, there is no water supply where we're going," I told
them.

"No water? Aren't we going to shower at all for two days?" Mason asked.

"There's a creek," I said

"A creek!! Geezusss H. Christ! It'll be freezing!"  Jade blurted out. Then
he caught himself and turned red. "Oh, I'm sorry Father, I gotta watch my
mouth," he said.

"Well, you're right, it will be freezing," Scott said, putting the boy at
ease.

"Trust me, you'll love it, going in the cold creek," I said.  "It'll be the
quickest bath you ever took, then you run like hell back to the tent and
get warmed up." Then I laughed and told them, "No, just kidding guys, we'll
come down here to shower, and fill the canteens."

Jade volunteered/insisted that he carry the backpack with the tent.  I told
him he could start out with it, but not to be bashful about trading off,
because it was a long way up to our campsite.  I loaded Mason up with the
backpack of supplies, smiling inside, wondering what he would think if he
knew he was carrying, the Fleet, TP, lube and condoms and stuff.  Scott and
I toted the rest of the stuff.

Jade remarked how quiet it was.  I told him the place was probably
deserted; it would be just us and the bears.  Both boys stopped in their
tracks, and even Father Scott gave me a wary look..... reminded me of
Lucas, my nephew.

"Wait a minute, there are bears up here?" Jade asked.

"If you've never wrestled a bear, you're in for a treat," I told him, and
then he knew I was kidding.

Part way up, I traded backpacks with Jade and took the tent.  He said his
shoulders and his legs thanked me.

"Is this a campsite where we're going or are we just going to be out in the
woods?" Jade asked.

"There aren't really campsites up this far. We just go till we decide to
stop and set up camp, near the creek."

We stopped well before we reached the site where Lucas (my nephew) and I
had stayed; I didn't want to have to go too far back to the showers.  I
shed the backpack and Jade set about helping Father Scott set up the tent
while Mason and I gathered up some firewood.

"Are we cooking out?" Mason asked me as we were dropping the wood back at
the site.

"We can. Or we can eat MREs I brought."

"MREs," Jade said, "then I wanta go in the creek."

"Why do you want to do that, when there are hot showers?" Mason asked.

"I wanta go swimming in the cold creek then get warmed up at the fire, like
you said," Jade said.

The tent was a pop-up so it was easy to set up. It was beginning to get
chilly, and cloud up. I remarked that it looked like we might get the snow
we wanted.

"Are we going hiking or anything?" Mason asked.

"We can do anything you want," I said.

When the tent was set up and all our stuff inside, we went for a hike along
the creek.

"Damn, and you're going in there?" Mason said to Jade as we walked
alongside the rushing creek.  "You're liable to catch pneumonia."

"It looks colder than it is," I said.

"Ooookay," Mason said. "I'll take your word for it."

"It really isn't all that cold outside," Jade said.

"Not with clothes on," Mason said sarcastically.

"We're going to build a fire," Scott said.

We hiked a bit longer then headed back to the tent.  It was nearing dusk so
I built a fire, showing the boys how to do it, while Scott fired up the
heater inside the tent.

"Are we going to eat those MREs out here by the fire?" Mason asked.

"Can if you want to," I said.

We sat around the blazing fire and ate MREs and talked about everything and
nothing in particular; it was just good camaraderie.  With the sun going
down, the temperature was dropping drastically.  Mason told Jade he
should've gone in swimming while the sun was up. Jade stood up.

"Well, it's not going to get any warmer," he said as he took off his jacket
as he walked back to the tent.

"You going in now?" Mason asked.

"Yep. You coming?"

"I don't have any choice, do I? You're gonna tell everybody I was a wimp if
I don't go in with you," Mason said, following him into the tent.

Scott and I looked at each other, smiling.

"Listen, if you can keep an eye on the boys, I think I'll run down to the
comfort station and take care of some personal things," I told him
quietly. "Then I'll watch them while you go."

"Yes, I need to do that, too.  What about the boys?"

"When and if the time comes, I'll spring it on them, explain what they need
to do," I said. I wasn't at all sure yet that things would go that far that
the boys would need to use the Fleets.

The boys came out of the tent, stark naked, with their towels. I heard
Scott's quick intake of breath. "Oh, My Godd," he whispered as the boys ran
to the creek.

"Guys! Wait up!" Scott yelled. He ran after the boys and I headed down to
the comfort station. I heard loud yelps as the boys went into the creek.

At the comfort station I flushed out, then headed back to the campsite.  I
was surprised the boys were still in the creek; Mason just above his waist,
shivering, while Jade was swimming around like a dolphin, having a ball.  I
took the watch and Father Scott left to go down to the comfort station.

"It's easier if you dive under, then stay underwater, Mason," I said.

"It is so cold," he said, his teeth chattering.

"No shit, fucker, did you think they were going to heat it up for us?" Jade
said.

"Hey, you gotta watch your language, with Father around," Mason said.

"Guys, I don't think Father Scott is going to mind you acting like boys and
having fun on this trip," I told them.

"Yeah, we can have one giant confession before we go back home," Jade
joked.

"I don't think he's even going to mention you going to confession," I said.

"Are you coming in, Mr. Pete?" Jade asked.

"Hell, no," I said.  "And I don't think you guys should stay in much
longer. I don't want to be blamed for you getting pneumonia."

Mason gladly took it as his cue to get out.  Jade swam around for a bit
longer, while I held Mason's towel for him and wrapped it around him when
he came out of the water. "Get back to the fire, we'll be there in a
moment," I told him.  "Come on, Jade, time to get out." I held Jade's towel
for him too, but instead of letting me wrap it around him, he took it and
began drying off. Godd, what a sight that was, his lithe young muscles
rippling and his sizeable cock swinging around.

I headed back to the site and stoked the fire.  Jade came up and the two
boys stood by the fire, both of them shivering as they finished drying off.

"You boys might ought to go in the tent, where it's warmer," I told them.

"Where's Father Scott?" Jade asked.

"Right here," Scott said as he walked up.

The two boys went into the tent.  Scott and I looked at each other.

"I don't believe we're here," he said quietly.

"Believe it," I said.

We joined the boys inside the tent. It was warm.  I closed up the flaps and
grabbed my sleeping bag to unroll it on the floor of the tent.  It was only
then that Mason and Jade realized they didn't have sleeping bags.

"Sorry, guys, I forgot all about picking up two more sleeping bags," I
lied. "Don't worry, we'll make do with two."

"Two of us can't fit in one sleeping bag," Jade said.

"No, but all four of us can sleep on mine and cover up with Father Scott's
sleeping bag," I explained as Scott was unrolling his sleeping bag.

Mason dug a pair of shorts out of his pack and pulled them on, but Jade was
stretching out on the spread sleeping bag, still naked.  Mason had his
shorts pulled up when he saw Jade.

"Are you sleeping like that?" he asked, sounding horrified.  "We're camping
with a priest, Jade."

Jade looked at Father Scott. "Well, I was, I do at home, but....if it's
okay, that is," he said.

"Its fine, you boys can be yourselves, I don't think Father Scott expects
you to be on your best school boy behavior on this trip," I said before
Scott could say anything.

"Yes, you might look at me more as a man than a priest for this trip,"
Father Scott added.

"Are YOU sleeping naked too, Father Scott?" Mason asked as Scott began
taking off his clothes.

It was a crucial few seconds, and I was disappointed with his answer.  "I
don't think that would be appropriate," Scott said.  So I left my shorts
on.  So did Mason.  But Jade stayed naked.

I noticed how the boys watched their priest strip down to his white boxer
briefs.  It must have been an awesome moment for them, and they must have
been duly impressed with his build and his very masculine appearance that
they were not used to seeing. Unnoticed, I dug out the lube and poppers and
slipped them under the edge of the sleeping bag.

"Dang, Father, you're in great shape," Jade said.

"Thanks."

"Yeah, the girls get all ga-ga when they see you in your running shorts,
and especially with no shirt on," Mason chided him.

"Is that a sin, Father, for the girls to have the hots for their priest?"
Jade blurted.

"Jade!"  Mason exclaimed in horror.

"Well..... I wouldn't say it's a sin to have those thoughts, but they
shouldn't dwell on them," Scott answered simply.

They didn't comment on my build but I didn't mind.  This was about Father
Scott, and I was glad the boys had noticed and complimented him that way.

It seemed only natural that we sleep with the boys between us, like we were
protecting them. Father Scott was next to Jade, I was next to Mason.  It
was warm as toast between the sleeping bags, and the heater made the
temperature in the tent comfortable.

"Listen, guys, we can't leave the heater going all night, so we may have to
depend somewhat on body heat to stay warm when the night chill sets in," I
said. I thought I would throw that out there, figuring it might shatter any
inhibitions the boys might have about bodies touching.  Four guys between
two sleeping bags is crowded and we tussled with the top one to stay
covered up.  Father Scott and I kept tugging it back and forth.

"Maybe if we turned on our sides, we might create more room," I suggested,
as I turned onto my side facing Mason. At the same time, he turned onto his
side facing me.  It might have been an awkward moment and he might have
turned over, but I slipped my right arm under his head as a pillow and half
hugged him against me.  "It'll help us stay warm too," I added, and he sort
of snuggled down against me.

Jade turned onto his side, spooning Mason. I was disappointed, but not
surprised that Father Scott turned with his back to Jade. I thought it was
clearly an opportunity that he let slip by.

There was a long silence, but it was early and I didn't think anybody was
sleepy.

After a while, Jade asked, quietly, "Is anybody asleep?"

"You're sure not," Mason said.

Jade hit him.  "Shut up."

"You should've put your shorts on, dude," Mason told him.

"Why?"

"You know why," Mason said.  "You're gonna have to go to confession."

"Shut the hell up," Jade growled as he hit him again and the two boys
started laughing. "It's not a sin to get a hardon, is it, Father Scott?" he
asked.

"Of course not," Scott said.

"Only if you do something with it," Mason quipped.

I thought he could have said more, but I could see that he was being extra
cautious, and I began to wonder if the trip might be for naught; that he
might chicken out.

"Yeah, you dumb butt," Jade said, hitting Mason again.

"Stop hitting me," Mason said.

"If it was a sin to have a rail, there would be a continuous line all the
way around the church, with guys waiting to go to confession," Jade said.

"Okay, just stop hitting me every time you say something," Mason said.

"I just wanta get your attention," Jade said.

There was another silence; Mason broke it this time.

"Can I ask you a question, Father?"

"Of course."

"Do you ever get a hardon?"

Jade went ballistic.  "Mason, you dumb ass!  What kind of a question is
that to ask a priest!"

"I just wondered," Mason whined, under another onslaught of Jade's
pounding. "He said we should look at him more as a man than a priest, so
I'm asking him as a man."

I decided to jump in. "That is not only a very personal question, it's also
a dumb question," I said.  "They didn't castrate Father Scott when he was
ordained."

Father Scott turned back to face us, propped up on one arm.  "This isn't a
religious retreat; we're here to have fun and get to know each other, but I
will answer any questions you have. The answer to your question, Jade, is
yes.  I was created a man, just like you. Becoming a priest didn't change
that."

"Man, you must hear a lot of stuff in the confessional.  Sex stuff," Mason
said.  "That's probably all you hear at school confessions.  Do the girls
confess stuff like that, same as the boys do?"

"Yes, but not in such great detail, and not as often as the boys do," Scott
replied.

"Has anybody ever confessed going all the way?" Jade asked.

"Guys, I think you might be treading on forbidden ground here," I put in.

"No, it's all right, I said I would answer their questions," Scott said. "I
can't name names of course, but yes, there have been confessions of going
all the way."

"WOW!

"Yeah, it was probably you," Mason said, punching Jade.

"No, it wasn't me," Jade said, sounding serious.  "I know I shouldn't say
it, but I wish it was me.  It was probably Cody Meyers," he added.  "Did
you hear it from the guy and the girl?" he asked.

"Yes," Scott replied.

"Did they go to confession face to face?" Jade asked.

"No."

"Then you don't know who it was," Mason put in.

"Sure he knows who it was, but he can't tell," Jade said.

"Do you know who it was?" Mason asked.

"I know who it was," Scott said.  "I've heard the voices of students enough
to recognize most of them."

"Oh, God!" Jade said.  "Do you recognize my voice?"

"Yes, I do," Scott said.

"Oh, God, I feel like you just looked into my soul," he lamented.

"I can't look into your soul, Jade, only God can do that," Scott said.
"And to put your mind at ease, I can't possibly remember everything
everyone tells me in the confessional.  So I don't have all of your sins
neatly cataloged in my head."

"I hope you're not just saying that, Father.  I don't know if I could ever
look you in the eye again."

"That must the reason you never go to confession face to face," Mason said
to Jade.

"Do you?" Jade asked.

"Heck no," Mason said.

Father Scott then did something that I know was intended to put Jade at
ease, but it turned into something that had the opposite effect...and got
the ball rolling.

"Turn over, Jade, face me," he said.

Obediently, Jade turned onto his other side, facing Scott.

"Look me in the eye," Scott said.  "I said this is not a religious retreat,
but I want you to understand clearly that I do not have all of your sins
cataloged in my head.  Everything you tell me in the your confession,
everything you do, is sacred and it is safe.  And if I did remember, it
would still be sacred and safe with me. Do you understand that."

"Yes."  His reply was quietly soft, husky, and raspy, and I wondered why
the sudden change in his demeanor.  Then it dawned on me... perhaps... then
I heard Jade utter a bare whisper, "Oh, Godd!" and I knew.  He had turned
over to face Father Scott and there had been some sort of physical contact!

My entire body tightened with anticipation, and I suppose a little
fright. I was holding Mason pretty tight and he felt it. He looked at me
and must've seen something in my face in the soft light of the
heater. Whatever was happening on the other side of him, the top sleeping
bag was tugged down, revealing Jade's naked body down to his hip and I
could see Father Scott's focus was downward and saw the muscles in his arm
flexing. Mason, still facing me, saw me looking over at them and I held him
tighter so he couldn't turn over just yet. I didn't know if I was
protecting him from it, or why, or giving Scott and Jade the brief moment
of privacy they needed, or if I was simply enjoying having Mason pressed so
tightly against me. But he finally squirmed and I loosened my hold so he
could turn over and look.

He didn't say anything for a brief moment, then he gasped softly, "Oh,
Geez!" when he saw and realized that was happening.

I put my arm across his stomach and pulled him back by his hip.  "It's
okay," I said softly. He looked around at me and his expression was
priceless, one of total shock. "It's okay, Mason," I said again, and I
pulled him back, tight against me.  My own cock was getting hard and I knew
he could feel it. I wasn't sure what I would do, or should do.  It wasn't
like it was intentional that we had paired off this way, Jade for Scott and
Mason for me.  We just ended up this way. I had intended for both boys to
be with Scott, at least starting out.  This camping trip was about him.

The sleeping bag was down to their knees now and had been pulled most of
the way off of Mason and me as well, and I could see Jade's body moving in
fluid, sensual motions of sexual acceptance to Father Scott's hand. He was
completely oblivious to us. I eased my hold on Mason, and told him again
that it was okay, and that made it okay for him to watch.

Scott glanced up, looking past Jade at me; his eyes fixed on mine with
something akin to deep gratitude mixed with lust. Then he looked back down
to the object of his attention.

Suddenly Jade rolled onto his back with a loud, "Ohh, Goddd!"  Father
Scott's hand was still around his cock.  Jade laid his forearm across his
eyes.

"Damn, Jade... you're huge!" Mason blurted out.

I thought it odd that he noticed and gave more attention to the size of
Jade's cock rather than to the priest's hand around it.

Jade laid his forearm across his eyes and had a look of pained ecstasy on
his face, his mouth slack, as Father Scott slowly stroked his cock.

Father Scott glanced at us again then with a look of determination, leaned
down and put his mouth on Jade's cock.  Jade is a big kid; all over.  He's
a boy in a near-man's body.  He's got the cock of a man; easily over seven
inches, and thick.... hung like most all lean guys. His cock would make any
grown man proud.

"Ohhh, Goddd!" he cried out softly when he felt the priest's mouth on his
cock. "Ohhh.... Awwwh... awwwwh, Goddd.....!"

Mason was wide-eyed and gaping at the sight, and I think he stopped
breathing for a moment. I let him watch for a moment then whispered for him
to turn over, facing me.  He did, reluctantly. He was hard.  It was an
instant hardon, for he hadn't been when he turned away from me. I held him,
feeling his cock throbbing against my stomach. He was tense at first, but
quickly relaxed.

"It's okay, as long as it's just between the four of us," I told him.  His
eyes were still wide, shifting, searching, bewildered.  "I can do the same
for you if you want."

His mouth opened but nothing came out, but he was nodding, still wide-eyed.
I took hold of his cock, and that seemed to help him find his voice.
"Yeah.... sure....." he said in a croaking voice.  Mason's cock was a good
handful with the head sticking out of my fist, close to six inches, not as
thick as Jade. I turned us over so I was on my back, pulling Mason on top
of me, and urged him upward. He got the picture and moved up so he was
astraddle my chest with his cock throbbing over my face. He was so hard he
was quivering, his cock almost throbbing up against his tight stomach. I
pulled it down and guided him to my mouth. He drove it home, the head
penetrating the opening of my throat.

Scott had moved between Jade's legs and was sucking his balls, with Jade
humping his crotch up in the priest's face. Both boys were both gasping and
moaning with pleasure.  I reached over and ran my hand over Scott's bare
butt and he tightened his butt muscles for me and moved to straddle Jade's
left leg so he could be closer to me.  I squeezed and dug my fingers into
the crack of his ass. I wet my fingers and started playing with his asshole
while Mason continued to fuck my face.

Mason noticed what I was doing to Father Scott and he pulled his cock back
and crooked his head down and whispered, "What're you doing to him?"

"Getting him ready," I whispered back.

"Ready for what?"

"Do you wanta see me fuck him?"

He blinked with surprise and a mischievous smile came across his cute
face. "Are you serious?  You mean like a girl?"

"Do you want to see?" I asked again.

"Heck, yeah."

Things were working out beyond my wildest dreams. These boys were
responding without fear, but with great curiosity and eagerness.  Mason
climbed off of me and I rose up and searched for the lube I'd slipped under
the edge of the sleeping bag. Jade had his eyes closed and still covered
with his forearm while Scott sucked his cock, but Mason was watching
everything that was going on. He watched me lube up my cock, his eyes
dancing with excitement.

"Man, you're going to stick all that in him?" he whispered.

"Watch," I said.

I moved around and positioned myself behind Father Scott and aimed my cock
and he writhed his butt around anxiously.  I set the head against his hole
and pushed.  It took some effort on his part and mine for me to penetrate
his hole. He groaned around Jade's cock when I did.

"Dang!" Mason whispered, still watching intently.

Jade moved his arm and lifted his head with a start.  "Fuck," he gasped.

The two boys watched, wide-eyed, as I eased my cock all the way in Scott's
ass and pressed my loins against his butt.

"Wow!  I don't believe this!" Mason said.

I started fucking him and Mason started stroking his own cock, dividing his
attention between me fucking Scott, and Scott sucking Jade.

"Hey... Jade...."  He punched Jade's stomach.  "Man, look at this, he's
fucking Father Scott."

"Yeah, I can see.... Holy Shit!"

"No, Holy Fuck!" Mason said, laughing. "He's fucking the priest!"

"Oh, Mann!  I don't believe this.  I don't believe any of this is
happening," Jade said.

Scott didn't stop sucking and I didn't stop fucking.  I said to Mason.  "If
you wanta stand up here over Father Scott, I'll finish what I started."

Mason stepped astraddle Scott with his cock sticking right in my face.  I
opened my mouth and he shoved it in, right into my throat again.  I clasped
my hands around his slim hips, digging my fingers into his taut, smooth
butt and guided him to fuck my mouth while I fucked Scott.  But the whole
scene was too much for the boy.  He lasted maybe two minutes before he
started choking on his garbled, gasped words, trying to tell me he was
about to cum.  I moaned and nodded my head and held him in position to let
him know that he could cum in my mouth. I don't know about the development
of a boy's prostate, but he shot a pretty good load for a boy his age, I
thought, and he shot it with force.  He tasted so damned good.  He gasped
in disbelief as he was cumming in my mouth and especially when I swallowed
his cum as he was trying to pull his cock out.

When I let him go, I looked up at him and smiled.  "How was that?"

"Oh, fuck," he said in a weak voice. His legs were shaking and I helped him
step over Scott and sit down.

Scott was still sucking away, but Jade was acting like he might be about to
cum too.

"He took my load," Mason told his buddy excitedly.  "He even swallowed
it. Man, he swallowed my cum!"

Jade nodded as he sucked in much needed air, clasping his hands around
Father Scott's head as he humped his face.  "Godd, this is so good," he
murmured to Mason.  "I never dreamed anything could feel so good.  And from
a priest... and shit, getting fucked....  It's too wild."

Mason was mesmerized.  "Damn, you got a big cock, Jade," he said. "How big
is it, anyway?"

"I don't know, but I guess not too big," Jade replied.

Suddenly Scott began whimpering and moaning and jacking himself as he
sucked Jade's cock furiously, snorting and choking in his frenzy. He was
working himself up.  I seized the moment.  I reached out and squeezed
Mason's shoulder. "Hey, Mason, why don't you give Father Scott a hand," I
told him, then demonstrated by air jacking my fist up and down. He gave me
a dumb look at first but then, as the boy and me being the man, and Scott
being a priest, he leaned over and reached under for Scott's cock. It
surprised Scott and he let out a little squealing groan, louder, when he
felt the boy's hand around his cock and started jacking him off.

I felt his asshole tighten and loosen again and again, and I knew he was
cumming.  I wasn't ready, and I didn't think Jade was quite there either,
but it didn't matter.  This was for Scott. He must have had a helacious
cum. The erratic way he was devouring Jade's big cock and the choking gasps
and groans; he was out of control. I slowed my cock strokes to let him work
into it at his own pace.  He took up the slack by moving his ass back and
forth on my cock, at the same time, fucking the boy's fist, all in rhythm
with his mouth moving up and down on Jade's cock. At the end he slammed
back against me and I just shoved in and left it there for him to enjoy
till he was done. His head slowly came to a stop and he rose up with a loud
sigh, leaving Jade's cock to fall hard on his stomach, then quiver
violently.

"Damn!" he blurted, gasping for air.  I eased out of him and he
straightened back on his haunches.

My own cock was bucking and throbbing angrily. The boys just looked at it,
and Father Scott; their eyes fell to his rubbery cock, slick with cum and
dripping more. I think they were as fascinated with Scott's cock as mine,
because he was a priest.  Mason was wiping the cum off his hand on the
sleeping bag.

"I'm sorry, Jade, I wanted to get you off too, but I couldn't old off,"
Scott said.  "Pete and Mason were just too much for me."

"It's okay. It was good, what you did for me," Jade mumbled, but I knew it
wasn't okay.  He was hurting for relief.  He gripped his cock and squeezed
it. "Can't believe you did that, Mase," he said.

"What? You mean giving Father Scott a hand?"

"Yes, thanks for that, Mason," Scott said.

Jade was moving his hand up and down his cock.

"Do you want me to finish that for you?" I asked him.

"I sure wouldn't mind," he said, holding his cock straight up.

"I sure wouldn't mind either," I said.

Scott moved from between the teenager's legs and I took his place.  He sat
beside Mason and the two of them watched me suck Jade.

"Ohh, fuck," Jade moaned, laying his head back again, eyes closed, as I
sucked him.

"I guess we don't have to watch our language," Mason said to Father Scott.

"Not here," Scott said.

I went down on Jade, all the way down.  I deep throated him with every
stroke.

"Ohh, Godd.... ohhh, fuck.... Ohhh, man, I don't believe this... fuck,
nothing can feel this good... Ohhhh.... Ohh, yeah, suck it, man.... you
really know how to suck!"

I gave him a good long blowjob, and he really got into it. He didn't just
lie there and take it.  He responded bodily.  He lifted his legs and
pressed them against my sides and humped his cock up into my mouth.  I
brought my hands under his butt and lifted him higher so he was arched up
and I was eating him like a feast off a platter.  I kept watching his face
for signs that he was getting close, but it was hard to tell because his
pained looks and grimaces looked like he was constantly about to cum.

Suddenly, after several more minutes, he reached up and clasped his hand
over the top of my head.

"Are you getting ready to cum?" Mason asked him.

"Yeah.... fuck, man.... can't hold back any longer," he said in a hoarse
voice.

I stayed bent over him, offering him my mouth to use for his pleasure. He
humped and fucked my mouth.  Suddenly I raised my head and squeezed his
cock tightly, and looked at Father Scott.

"Do you want this? It is rightfully yours," I said.

"I would love it," he said and quickly leaned over to take Jade's cock in
his mouth.  I released my tight grip on Jade's cock that was turning purple
and when I did I could tell that he was unloading in Father Scott's mouth.
It must have been a big load from the wide-eyed look on Scott's face.  But
he took it and swallowed it.

When he was finished, drained, Jade's body relaxed and he put his arm over
his eyes again and said, "Ohh, My Godd," real softly.

So everybody got off except me, but that was all right.  It wasn't about
me. It was about Father Scott and the two boys.  I got out from between
Jade's legs and lay down beside him, which left Mason with Father Scott.  I
wanted to be close to Jade.  Scott turned the heater off and said it was
time for body heat, and he and I pulled the sleeping bag up over us and we
all snuggled together so it would cover us all. Jade wasn't at all hesitant
about spooning me and when he seemed to have trouble finding a place to put
his arm I took his wrist and pulled his arm around me.

The warmth under the sleeping bag, the sexual exhaustion, and the body heat
made us sleepy. I have to say that, despite my hardon, I slept soundly.
Even though I hadn't shot my load, I felt a great sense of satisfaction.  I
knew there would be more to come.  After all, these were two horny teenage
boys.

I wasn't disappointed.  I woke up sometime later--don't know how long I
slept--with Jade's stiff cock laid in the crack of my ass.  It was warmer
than the rest of him; it was generating its own heat.  I lay still for a
moment, contemplating my next move. I was sure he was asleep but the way
his cock was throbbing steadily; it wouldn't take much to bring him
awake. I didn't know if I should take it to the next level and let him fuck
me.  I didn't know if he would be ready for that, or if he might freak out
a little.  Getting his cock sucked was one thing, I was sure boys talked
about stuff like that all the time, but I doubted they talked much about
fucking other guys.  To horny boys that age, fucking related to girls.  But
this perfect opportunity was too much to pass up.  I would regret it if I
didn't take it.

I lay for a few more minutes enjoying the feel of the muscular teenager
snuggled up against me. His arm was still over me, natural as hell.  He had
barely moved at all.  A bit later I clenched my butt muscles.  I held them
tight against his throbbing cock, then relaxed, then tightened them again.
I did it several more times, in a steady, very slow rhythm, hoping to bring
him awake. It worked. He seemed to come awake slowly. I felt his arm over
me move first, then he pressed himself harder against my backside. I think
it was a sleep reaction at first but then it was more determined and he
held the tight press for a moment, and I knew he was awake.  I clenched my
butt in response and he moved his cock this time along the crack of my
ass. I moaned softly and felt his abs tighten and tremble with a silent
chuckle. His hand moved up and flattened against my chest.

We kept doing this for several minutes, like he was dry fucking me, and I
wondered if he was thinking about doing the real thing.  I know his body
was. In case he wasn't thinking it, but just enjoying the position, I
decided to give him the next best thing to enjoy, and hopefully give him
some ideas.  I lifted my right leg and hunkered back so he would know to
put his cock between my legs. I held my legs tightly together and he began
moving his cock back and forth between my thighs. His hold on me became
firmer and he pressed his hand harder against my chest as if to hold me in
place.

My thighs were becoming wet with his precome, making it an easy slide back
and forth through them.  I reached down and cupped my hand over the head of
his cock as it pushed through and he moaned softly.  I brought my hand up
and licked it off.... fuck, it tasted so good. I wanted more. I wanted to
suck him and taste his hot cum, but this that we were doing was too good,
and to interrupt it would interrupt his chain of thought, for I was hoping
he was thinking about doing me for real.  I thought it surely had to enter
his horny little mind.

I positioned my hand so he was fucking my fist when he thrust between my
thighs.  Although part of my brain tried to block it, I kept telling myself
that this kid was just barely fifteen years old, already six feet tall, and
muscular and hung; what would he be when he was fully grown?  After several
minutes of thigh-fucking I decided I would open the door, before Jade shot
his load.  It took me another moment to screw up the courage, but then I
turned my head to him and asked in a whisper, "Would you like to fuck me?"

"Yeah. Fuck, yeah," he whispered back.

I got the lube and raised my leg up and added it to the natural lube of his
precum. I didn't bother with any on my ass.  Jade didn't need instructions.
He knew where to go. He hunkered back and tried to aim his cock.  He
couldn't find my asshole and I reached back between my legs to guide him
but then he found it.  The head of his cock pressed against my hole and I
eased back with a little pressure to let him know it was okay. He pushed,
hard, and his cock slipped right in. I stifled a pained gasp and heard Jade
choke down a groan. I didn't know why we were trying to be so quiet. He
eased in all the way and held it in tight for a moment; I'm sure savoring
his first feel of a male ass squeezing around his big cock.  I squeezed my
butt muscles against his cock and tightened my sphincter around root and he
moaned again. I flexed my butt a few more times and he eased back and
started fucking me.

"Hhooohhh," I moaned softly. Godd, he felt good, part of it I knew, because
he was just a boy, experiencing his first guy fuck, and I was the one
giving it to him. Being a virgin wasn't an issue with Jade. Probably not
with most boys; he knew what his cock was for and nature just took its
course. I was off in my own little corner of heaven, living out a near
impossible fantasy.  Our grunts and moans and sex noises must have gotten a
little too loud, although we tried to keep quiet, cause Mason woke up.  I
heard him say, real quietly, "What're you doing, Jade?"

Jade didn't answer him. He figured it out on his own. I could tell the way
he rose up for a better look. We didn't have the glow of light from the
lantern but there was a little moonlight coming in from the four plastic
windows in the roof of the tent, enough that you could make people out.

"Dang, Jade what're you doing?" Mason hissed again, when he saw for sure
what we were doing.  Jade still didn't say anything, and Mason watched us.
"Dang, I don't believe you're doing it."  Then he got all excited and
reached back and woke up Scott and told him.  "Father Scott, you're not
gonna believe this but Jade's fuckin' Mr. Pete!"

Scott rose up for a look.  With the audience, I got braver.  I asked Mason
if he would like to fuck me too, at the same time with Jade. He jumped on
it. I don't think Jade liked the interruption--don't think he fully
understood what I was suggesting--but I slipped away from him, freeing up
his cock and instructed him to lie on his back. Then I straddled him and
rode down on his cock. He liked that.  Then I told Mason to climb on from
behind.  Jade said, "Oh, Mann!" as he started fucking me; I think he
realized what was happening. Meanwhile, Scott had started up the heater
again for heat, and it offered better light.

Mason fumbled at trying to get his cock in on top of Jade's cock and I felt
Father Scott's hand helping him. Suddenly, the head went in and I let out a
little gasp; and Jade chuckled softly.  Mason shoved right in and both boys
groaned and once they got the feel of each other, they started fucking me.
I couldn't keep quiet.  Godd, I could hardly stand it, and again, a greater
part of the pleasure was having two young boys doing it.  I'd had the four
soldiers in Key West doubling up on me for hours, but this was different,
and just as great.  Maybe better, because they were so eager and excited
and just had the most incredible moves as they explored this new
experience.

And the things they said.  "Mann, your cock is so hot.!"  "Yeah, so is
yours."  "Your cock feels like a steel bar, Jade."  "Hey, let's try to
shoot together."  "Yeah, we can shoot inside you can't we?"  "Absolutely."
"Yeah, man, let's do it together."

And Mason let out a little surprised yelp and said, "Ohh..... Ohhhh,
fuck.... Ohhh, man, Father, what're you doing back there?"

"What's he doing?'  This is Jade.  "Man, are you letting Father Scott fuck
you, Mason?  Are you fucking him, Father Scott?"

"No, but he's licking my ass!  Tonguing inside my ass!" Mason exclaimed.

I was glad Father Scott was getting in on the action, because I had a
feeling it wasn't going to last long.  I didn't think the boys would be
able to last, and I wouldn't either the way they were fucking me. It was
just too damned incredibly good.

Mason shot off first. He was just too damned excited and going at it with
abandon; I knew there was no way he could hold off.  Jade let out a low
moan about feeling Mason's cum so hot, and gasped that he was cumming too.
When Jade started shooting his load, I lost mine.  All over Jade and
myself.

"Oh, shit!" Jade exclaimed as I my cum started spurting out in thick, long,
hot ropes all over both our chests.  "Damn, man, you're like a horse!"

Mason collapsed on top of me.  I was glued to Jade with my cum.  I could
feel cum running out of my ass and Jade said he could feel the stuff
running down over his balls.  Father Scott was still licking Mason's ass
and making him moan with weak satisfaction. I did my best to keep my weight
from bearing down on Jade but my arms and legs eventually weakened and I
let my weight down on him. After a few minutes I asked him if we were
getting heavy, he said a little, so I shoved myself up with Mason on top of
me.  His cock slipped out of me and he rose up and Father Scott helped him
lie back down.  I stayed hunkered over Jade for a little bit; I hated to
move, hated to lose his cock.  His didn't go down and slip out.  I pointed
that out.

"Tell me that wasn't all Mason's, damn, you're still hard," I said.

"No, I got my nut, too. Sometimes that happens, that I don't go down."

"Wow! You're a dream come true."

"You want some more?" he asked.

"All you wanta give me, stud." I immediately thought I should've said no,
so he might have fucked Father Scott, but he was already in fuck mode. I
felt selfish but Father Scott would just have to wait.

"Dang, Jade, I know you shot off, I felt it, you're still going at it?"
Mason asked.

Jade told him, "Take lessons, dork."

After a few minutes in that same position with me on top, Jade said he
would like to change positions, with me on the bottom.  We maneuvered
ourselves over without me losing his cock, and when I brought my legs up
onto his shoulders he really plowed into me.  Lying on the ground, there
was no give and he nailed me good. He was a natural. I already envied the
first girl he fucked, or would fuck.

"Dang, Jade's giving me another hardon," Mason said, apparently talking to
Father Scott.

"Would you like to fuck me, then?" Scott asked him.

"Yes!  Heck, yes!" he exclaimed.

Scott laid back beside me, raised his legs and young Mason mounted him.  I
wondered if Jade might be jealous of his friend fucking their priest.  I
let him plow me for quite a while longer.... having just shot a load, he
was going to last a lot longer..... then I pulled him down and asked him, a
whisper in his ear, if he would like to fuck Father Scott. He said, yeah,
if I didn't mind.  I assured him I didn't. I thought Father Scott would
like that.

I told Mason, "Mason, Jade would like a turn with Father Scott."

"Okay."  And he pulled out.  Jade pulled out of me and the boys traded
places. I heard, with a smile, Father's Scott's deep moan of pleasure and
satisfaction over the bigger boy's cock.

We stayed paired up that way.  Mason climaxed again and collapsed on top of
me. I held him for a long time; we were glued together from my earlier
load. Neither of the boys seemed to mind the cum mess.  Jade fucked Father
Scott for quite a time longer; long enough that Scott shot his load and
Jade was still fucking him.  At one point Jade asked him if he wanted him
to quit, but Scott replied with an emphatic no.  I think Jade got Scott off
a second time before he finally came himself.

Rest and relaxation. It was plenty warm in the tent by now, with the heater
going, and the sex heat. We all four lay down together, totally relaxed and
I think the boys were totally contented and satisfied, probably for the
first time in their lives. We soon had to pull the sleeping bag up over us.

Jade was concerned about getting cum on the sleeping bag, but I told him
not to worry about it, they were washable. Then it started up again; the
boys couldn't forget that we were with Father Scott, their priest.

Jade asked, "Father, do we have to go to confession about this?"

I was a bit surprised at Scott's answer and that he was so quick to answer.
"No."

The boys were obviously surprised.  Father Scott went on.  "There's no need
to come into the confessional to tell me something I already know."

Jade agreed that that made sense, but then Mason asked about penance. I
thought Scott wished the boys would stop asking questions.

"Let me ask you boys this.... do you think you've committed a grave sin?"
he asked. "You have to know it's a sin and believe it's a sin."

Neither of them answered right away

Then Jade said, "Well, I never read or had anybody tell me it was a sin to
have sex with other guys, especially a priest, but I think I'm supposed to
believe it's a sin."

"Do you?" Father asked.

He thought a moment then shook his head.  "I don't know, Father, it felt
awfully good, and if we don't have to confess jacking off, and that feels
good too, then I don't know if I do or not.  It's sorta hard to believe
anything that feels so good can be a sin."

"Then what do you say we just leave it behind," Father said.  "I may
mention it in my private prayers."

"But you're not going to confess any of it either," Jade said.

"No."

Jade looked at me.

"I'm not either," I said.

He just nodded.  Then Mason popped up again.

"Father, do you think there's a chance that Jesus might've been gay?"

I muttered, "Oh, Christ."

"Well, think about it," Mason went on defensively.  "He ran around with all
guys, there's never any mention of women.  And almost all of his disciples
were men, and some of them left their wives to go with him.  It's just
always seemed weird to me."

"I really don't know, and I don't think it matters," Father said. "It
doesn't change anything, does it, if he was?"

"But really, father, wouldn't it be kinda neat if he was?"  This was
Jade. "Like if they found some old writings or something that revealed that
he was and his disciples were gay? It would sure blow the lid off of all
the narrow minded Christian beliefs."

"Interesting that you say narrow minded Christian beliefs," Father Scott
said. "Why did you put it that way?"

"Because it is narrow minded.  I don't care if somebody's gay."

"You are wise beyond your years, Jade," Scott said.

"You are a LOT of things beyond your years," I said.

The conversation went on, but I don't recall all of it and it isn't
relevant; more talk about school and girls and sports, and Jade remarked
about what his dad would think if he had a clue what we were doing.  That
opened the opportunity to remind them again that it all had to be kept
between us.  Then he asked if it might happen again. I let Father Scott
answer.

"That's possible," he said. "But we must be very careful."  He went on to
tell them that they could never try to initiate anything with him, or me.
And they couldn't come to his house.  It would have to be something that
was carefully arranged in advance, with both me and him present, and with
their parents' knowledge. The boys didn't fully understand that.  He
explained that, just like the camping trip which their parents knew about,
there would have to be a plausible reason for them to come to his house,
and their parents would have to know about it.  It could never appear that
they were sneaking around, that would only raise suspicions.

"And what if one of our parents shows up at your house while we're there?"
Mason asked.

"I would let them, of course," Scott said, and added, "given enough time to
put things in order, which could never take long either, because that would
raise suspicions, to keep them waiting."

I put in my two cents worth.  "Guys, bottom line is, you're smart enough to
know you gotta keep your mouths shut, otherwise we could all be in
trouble. And the fun would come to an end," I added for good measure.

Needless to say, we had another round of sex.  Actually, more than one, but
the boys wanted to double fuck Father Scott.  He was all for it.  Jade made
Mason get on the bottom and I directed Scott to sit on Mason's cock, lying
on his back, so Jade could fuck him from the front.  It worked out, and I
thought Scott was going to go nuts.  I think he actually swooned from Jade
fucking him so vigorously.  Jade did most of the moves; Mason was pinned
down and just kept his cock in Scott's ass.

I was getting off just watching Jade.  Godd, that boy could move.  He was
beautiful in motion.  He's got a perfect ass, and I took the opportunity to
explore it. I laid my hand on his butt and immediately bent down to kiss
it.  He slowed his thrust when I started licking in the crack of his ass,
but he couldn't be still enough for me to really rim him.  But I got enough
spit in his crack for lube and I started using my finger, rubbing his hole,
and he seemed to like that too.  When I started pressing a little harder on
his hole and rubbing it harder, and he didn't mind that either, I decided
to take it to the next level. I had no intentions or hopes of fucking him,
but I wanted to give him a hint of what it might be like..... laying the
groundwork for a future time.

I got the lube and lubed up my finger.  Then I told him, "Jade, I want you
to let me do this.... I wanta show you something. It won't hurt."

He didn't say anything, and I shoved my finger through his hole.  He paused
in his fuck motions and when he drew his hips back, my finger shoved in
deeper. He let out a little gasp, surprised, I think, and I shoved my
finger in as far as I could and quickly found his prostate.

"Awwhh! Godd!" he cried out. "Oh, Damn!  What is that!"

I knew I had him and I wasn't going to let go.  I rubbed his prostate and
saw him cringe, like he was holding back from screaming.  But he didn't
tell me to stop and he didn't pull away from me.  He sort of squirmed
around on my finger then as he cried out that he was coming,

"Aww, shit, I'm cummin;" he shoved back hard on it.  His prostate came
alive and I could feel the hard palpitations as he shot his load up into
Father Scott's ass.

I was a little surprised when Scott said he was getting close, that Jade
took hold of his cock and jacked him off to a finish like Mason had done.

Jade didn't linger on top of Scott. When he'd shot his load, he pulled out
and tumbled to the side on his back, again with his forearm over his eyes.

"What the heck was that... what you did to me just then?" he gasped.

"Your prostate.  Sometimes called your love nut; the nerve center of your
sexuality."

"I never heard of it," he said.

"Now you have," I said.

"Dang, that must be what makes you act like it feels so good getting
fucked," he said.

"Precisely," I said, and thought.... The seed has been planted.

Later, toward morning, there was one more round where I positioned the
boy's face to face, lying down with Jade's legs over Mason's, so they were
lying balls to balls.  That way Father Scott and I could take turns sucking
both their cocks at the same. While Scott was gorging himself of the twin
towers of boy flesh, I gave the boys each a tongue bath, and they
discovered the joys of having their nipples sucked.  They both liked that
too.  The boys both got off again; I let Scott have their loads. Jade
remarked later that it was sort of weird, having us suck their cocks after
they'd fucked us. He was surprised we could be so clean.  I told him I
would explain all about that when the time came.... didn't hurt to water
the seeds a little.

Driving back, the conversation was again about school, families and sports
and girls, with no mention of what had transpired in the tent. We dropped
the boys off at Jade's house and transferred everything to Scott's car.
Jade's parents were excited to hear all about the camping trip.  We all
made up some good stuff.

The boys walked us to the car and Mason thanked us for the great time. Jade
thanked us for "an incredibly awesome" time.  They asked when we might get
together again.  Scott told them we would arrange something soon.

He was quiet as we drove back to town.

"Why so quiet?" I asked him.  "Please don't tell me you're feeling remorse
or guilt."

"No. Just reliving it," he said.  "Godd, Pete, that was the most incredible
experience of my life."

I gave him a pouting look.  "I thought your first time with me would be the
most incredible experience of your life."

"It ranks up there, but this takes the prize," he said.

"I know. It does for me too," I said.

"It's going to take me awhile to put it all in perspective," he said.

I punched him on the shoulder and he looked around to see my scowl.

"Don't," I said. "Accept it for what it was; take from it what they boys
gave you.  If you start analyzing it and trying to put things in some kind
of perspective, you take something away from what the boys gave us."

He smiled and nodded.

I don't know when we will get together again, the four of us. But I do know
that it will be the FOUR of us.  Unless, of course, Jade and Mason decide
to experiment around with each other.

                                                   The End







UA

This is a true life experience.

**053 - Jade and Me, Again (Jade's Virginity)

                                   Jade and Me, Again
                                     (Jade's Virginity)

**Being with Jade has become so "okay" that I've found it easy to write up
our experiences in story form.  I am working from notes I made soon after
this happened, including some of the dialogue. It's as good as I remember
it, and I think it enhances the telling of the experience.

I had gone to early morning Mass and stopped to chat with Father Scott
outside the church.  "What do you hear from the boys?" I asked in a low
tone, even though there was no one around.  "They'll be starting to school
on Monday," he said. He was being very noncommittal.  "Nothing, huh?" I
said.  "No, not by myself," he said with a stern look.  "Maybe we could fix
that," I said. "I would like to see Jade again before he goes back to
school."  Scott grinned.  "Before he goes into high school," he said.
"Yes, something like that."  "I'll see what I can do. Call me on Friday,"
he said.  It was Wednesday. Thursday I got the results via email from the
walk-in clinic about my test results. Nothing to worry about. I could
hardly wait till Friday. I called Father Scott early Friday morning to
receive the good news that he had arranged something.
 "I found something I needed to have done," Scott said.  "The boys are
coming in a little bit to help pack up a bunch of stuff to be moved over to
the school basement for storage."  "Great!" I was so excited.  It was
imperative that there be a good and legitimate reason to have the boys
around.  I arrived at the parish house shortly after eight.  Jade was
already there; his Dad had dropped him off on his way to work. He was in
the kitchen where he and Scott were talking and drinking coffee and orange
juice.  "Hey, Pete," he said with a big, warm smile that almost made me cum
in my jeans.  "Hi, Jade.  Where's Mason?" I asked, looking at Scott.  "He
had to crap out at the last minute," Jade answered.  "His Mom was dropping
him off at his grandmothers to help her with some stuff."  "Well,
grandmothers do come first," I said.  Jade laughed and said, "I don't know
if my grandma would come first or not."  I was glad to hear him talking
like that and obviously so happy to be there. I sat down to a cup of coffee
while Scott poured Jade some more orange juice to go with the pop tart he
was eating. It was only natural that we talked about school. Jade was
excited about starting high school.  "Are you nervous about it?" I asked.
"No. I'll be playing sports so that'll make it easier to fit in," he
said. "And I know some guys already in ------ (not naming the school).
"Oh, I don't think you'll have any problem fitting in," I said.  "Jade has
some news," Scott said, smiling.  "Oh? What? Tell me," I said. He was
smiling from ear to ear, about to burst.  Jade held up his hand. "Hold that
thought, I'll tell you when I get back." He left and went to the back of
the house.  "I can't tell you how glad I am that you were able to arrange
this," I told Scott.  "Jade is pretty happy about it, too," he said,
smiling.  "Mason was really disappointed that he couldn't come."  "Godd, he
seems to have grown just since I last saw him," I said.  "He's going to be
a big boy."  "He already is a big boy," I said.  Father Scott smiled.  He
seemed to be smiling a lot. Jade didn't return and I asked Scott if he had
left to start working on the project, maybe gone over to the school, if
that's what he meant about when he got back. He said no, he would be back
in a moment.  It was several more minutes and I asked Scott where he'd
gone, what he was doing.  Scott smiled and broke into a laugh. "You have to
be told?  I said he's very happy to be here."  "I still don't understand,"
I said, I know with a dumb look on my face.  "His curiosity is running as
rampant as his hormones. He's ready for you to show him more. He didn't say
it, but he's hinted at it. I think he won't come right out and say it
because that would commit him to it. But I'm sure it's in the back of his
mind."  I still didn't get it.  "Father, I still don't know what the hell
you're......" Then I heard the toilette flush and the light came
on. "You're kidding me!!" I blurted, surprised.  "I hope you're ready for
this," he said.  Just then Jade came back into the kitchen, before I had
time to fully absorb what Father Scott was telling me. Jade sat down and
got right to his story.  "Well, I'm not a virgin anymore," he announced
proudly.  "Oh, Really!"  It struck me as strange that we were all so happy
about something that Scott and I should be discouraging.  He was talking to
a priest and a man old enough to be his father! But things being the way
they were......  "When? Where? How did it happen?" I asked excitedly.  "We
were waiting so he could tell us both," Scott said.  Jade was just as
anxious to tell his story as we were to hear it.  "It was so fucked up, the
way it happened," he began.  That was something else I wasn't used to; him
using that kind of language so freely in front of his priest.  "Our
neighbor has horses, you know. And they hired me to clean out the horse
stalls. It's a stinking, miserable job, but he paid me good. They've got a
daughter, Melissa.  She's a year older than me; she's starting as a
sophomore. It's weird, their place straddles the county line, but their
house is in the next county so she goes to another school. My Dad dropped
me off there on his way to work. Her parents had to go to work too. Her Dad
had already left for work and her Mom was getting ready to leave. Melissa
was taking her to work because she needed the car to pick up a bunch of
girls to go shopping for school clothes. I knew what I was supposed to do
so I headed on out to the barn. I wasn't looking forward to it, but I
wanted to earn the money."  "I got to work, scooping and hauling the horse
crap out in a wheelbarrow, out to a manure pile way out from the barn. It
got hot pretty quick so I took off my shirt. Her Mom had told me to help
myself to anything out of the fridge in the garage, so I went up and got a
bottle of water and started to head back to the barn when Melissa came back
from taking her Mom to work.  None of the other girls were with her. I
wondered why she was back so soon, and by herself. In the back of my mind I
wondered, where could this lead, with just the two of us there by
ourselves. I was a little scared thinking about it. But then I thought, why
am I scared, 'cause that ain't gonna happen."  "Anyway, I needed to get
back to work. I was surprised when Melissa came right out to the barn with
me.  She stood back from the stall, away from the smell, while I worked,
and we talked. I found out that picking up the other girls to go shopping
was planned for the afternoon, not the morning, but her mother didn't know
that. I was really wondering now, because she talked like she'd planned it
this way, and if she did, well there had to be a reason why she was
deceiving her Mom."  "I was finishing up the stall I was working on and
Melissa said she would climb up in the loft and throw down some bales of
straw. I told her I would do it, her dad was paying me, but she said she
wanted to do it. I watched her climb up the ladder into the loft. I was
thinking and wondering, and thinking, okay dude, what if you climb up there
to help her, what might happen? I was almost too scared, but some of me
wasn't so scared. I was really thinking about it, when she called my name
and asked if I would come up and help her."  "I thought, Oh, crap, now
maybe I've got a reason to be scared. But I had to go up there now.  As I
went up the ladder she was saying how heavy some of the bales were.  I knew
straw bales weren't as heavy as bales of hay unless they were huge bales.
They looked like pretty average size bales. There she stood with her hands
on her hips, waiting on me. She said she was afraid to pull out any more
bales from the bottom of the stack because she was afraid the whole stack
would come tumbling down. The bales were stacked really high, almost to the
ceiling. I told her to stand out of the way; I would climb up and toss some
down. She stood back out of the way while I climbed up and threw down a
bunch of bales, more than a dozen. I climbed down and she was tossing some
of the bales down through the opening. I told her I would do it and she
stood back and let me.  A couple of times I noticed her watching me.  Not
just watching, but really looking at me. Then she said something like, `Did
anybody ever tell you, you look sexy, all sweaty?'"  "I laughed and told
her no, nobody ever told me that. When I got sweaty, a girl wouldn't want
to come near me.  Even the guys usually wanted to get as far away from me
as possible.  "She said, `Well, I just told you, and I'm not running away
from you.'  And I started getting a funny, chilling feeling, like something
was going to happen. It was like a premonition. Then she came right out and
asked me if I'd ever had sex with a girl. I about shit!  Cause I had the
strong feeling that she was definitely leading up to something, and I was
thinking, Man, am I actually going to get laid!  I wanted to lie and tell
her I'd had sex with a girl--I almost did lie--but it came out before I
knew it. I just blurted out, "No."  She said she was surprised then asked
me, would I like to."  "I was shocked.  Well, that was a no-brainer. I
didn't even have to think about it. I said, Hell, yeah. Well, she started
taking off her clothes! I thought I would be a lot more nervous when the
time ever came, and I was a little, but not so much as I thought. I mean, I
wasn't paralyzed or anything, I was just thinking, Oh, My Godd, it's gonna
happen, I'm gonna get laid, and that that made me a little nervous. I
started taking off the rest of my clothes too."  Jade paused here, almost
as if he had to catch his breath, he was so excited telling it.  "I think
she must've had it all planned out when she knew I was coming to do some
work for her Dad because she took a condom out of her jeans pocket. I was
so relieved because I sure didn't have one; I wasn't even thinking about a
condom till she handed it to me. But then she took it back and asked if I
wanted her to do it for me. Hell, yeah to that, too."  I think she was
anxious `cause she was looking right at my shorts just before I took them
off."  "Well, I'm sure she was curious," Scott put in.  She was obviously
impressed with my cock; it was standing about straight up by the time I
took off my shorts."  "Little wonder she was impressed," Scott said and I
thought it was neat the way he was getting into it.  "Yeah," Jade agreed,
laughing.  "She said I was the biggest boy she'd ever seen. I wondered how
many boys she'd seen naked and hard, and how many guys she'd fucked, but I
didn't ask her. She asked me how old I was.  I lied and told her sixteen,
she couldn't believe it. She said I could pass for a senior. I didn't know
how many boys she'd seen like that, or had sex with, but that made me feel
good; all confident, and not so scared anymore. I wasn't worried that I
didn't know what I was doing `cause I didn't think it mattered a bit to
her; she knew it was my first time and she was going to show me."  He was
so excited, telling us about it, he was almost giddy.  Not shy at all.  "So
she put the condom on me. Man, her fingers felt good. Then she turned
around and bent over a couple of straw bales, just like that."  He stopped.
We waited.  "So, you left Melissa bent over like that and you climbed down
to finish cleaning......" I said.  "No, no, no!" he said, laughing. "We did
it, man.  I fucked her. I really fucked her.  Man, it was so awesome. Man,
when she bent over like that and I got my first look at pussy I thought I
was gonna lose it before I even got started."  He laughed again. "Man, I
wanted to get down there and EAT it!"  Scott and I were laughing too, at
his excitement.  "I'm sure she would've liked that, and probably been
surprised," I said.  "Yeah, but I didn't. I am going to try that
someday. So anyway, I stepped up behind her and she reached back and pulled
her pussy open.  Oh, Godd, I almost lost it again. I guess I hesitated too
long cause she told me not to be afraid. I wasn't afraid, I was just
looking, but I didn't say that.  Oh, Godd, I can still FEEL it, sliding in!
Man, I couldn't believe I was actually doing it. I wasn't even in high
school yet, and I was getting my first piece of ass."  "And how do you
think she rated your first performance?" Scott asked with a smug grin.
"Oh, she said I was awesome," he said with a proud smile. "Maybe she tells
all the guys that, but she said I was bigger than any of the other boys
she'd had sex with. I still didn't ask her how many other boys there'd
been. I didn't think that would sound right, asking her something so
personal."  "So, you think you did pretty well," I said.  "I mean, you
didn't just shove in and blast off."  "No, no. I concentrated.  I fucked
her for quite a while, I don't know how long, it seemed like days, maybe a
half hour, I don't know. I know my legs were shaking. Godd, I never felt
anything like it in my whole life."  "Does Mason know?" I asked.  "Yes, but
he's the only one, and he promised he wouldn't tell anyone. I'm not going
to be one of those kiss and tell guys."  "That's good, Jade," Father Scott
said.  "Well, other than what you've told us, how was it, really?" I joked,
laughing.  "Oh, man, she took me all the way in, and let me fuck her really
hard.  I was sorta worried about that with a girl 'cause I know I'm bigger
than most guys my age."  "Still keep that in mind, Jade," Scott told
him. "This girl was experienced. The next one might not be."  Again, I
thought it sounded odd that he would say that, making reference to a "next
one" when he would have been expected to reprimand the boy for having sex
outside of marriage, and discourage a next time, and even say he should go
to confession.  Jade reached down and groped his crotch, laughing. "It's
getting me all excited just talking about it," he said.  I looked at Scott
and he gave me an `okay' with his eyes. It was time.  If it was ever going
to happen, this was the time, when he was so boned up.  "Listen, do you,
uh.... want to go upstairs, Jade?" I asked.  "Sure." He didn't even
hesitate. It was like he was expecting me to ask him. He stood first and
led the way. I glanced over my shoulder to see Father Scott smiling.  At
the top of the stairs Jade stepped aside to let me go ahead of him into the
guest room where the visiting priests slept. Inside, I closed the door
while Jade was already taking off his shirt as he stepped out of his
sneakers.  Maybe we weren't thinking the same thing, but we were both
thinking sex.  "I was hoping I could see you again soon," he said.  "We do
have to be careful; it has to be the right time and the right
circumstances," I said.
		"Yeah, I know," he said.
		It was such a pleasure to see him strip down. Not just
seeing his wonderful, muscular young body being bared, but seeing that he
had no inhibitions whatsoever.  He was naked first and he stretched out on
the bed, his legs apart and his hands folded behind his head. He took my
breath away.  Such youthful innocence still in his dark eyes, despite the
experience he'd had.  His cock stuck up over his stomach at an angle,
throbbing and bobbing and twitching.  He reached down and swiped up some
precum that had dripped onto his stomach, and wiped it on the sheet.
"Don't waste it," I said, laughing.  "Sorry."  "You're laying the wrong
way," I told him.  "Why?" he asked with a confused scowl.  "I'm hungry for
that tight butt of yours," I said.  "Oh. Fuck yeah," he said excitedly as
he turned onto his stomach.  "Oh, Geezuss," I said softly, eyeing his bare
butt. He had a butt to die for; high and tight and so smooth.  "You like
that?" he said over his shoulder.  "You know I do. Have you and Mason tried
anything like that yet?" I asked.  "Not eating ass. I might try it someday,
but I don't know if it'll be with Mason," he said.  I wondered who he had
in mind but I didn't ask. When I was naked--I noticed Jade watching me
strip down--I crawled on the bed between his legs and began kissing his
butt.  I dragged my tongue up the slit and he moaned softly and squirmed
and splayed his legs wider apart.  I buried my face in his butt and he
reached back with both hands to pull it apart, giving me better access to
his hole. Like I said, there were no inhibitions anymore.
"Awwhhh.... Ohhh, fuck," he moaned softly as I licked his hole.  He
responded perfectly, writhing around under me and flexing his butt muscles
against my face. He drew his knees up, causing his butt to lift and tilt
even more.  He gradually came up to his knees, spreading his butt to the
fullest, and I pulled him open with my fingers so I could drive my tongue
through his stretched hole. He muffled his scream in the pillow.  Fuck, he
tasted good.  "Ohhh!.... Ohhh, Fuck!" he gasped, raising his head.  Then he
said the damnedest thing.  "I shouldn't be talking like that in a priest's
house, should I?"  I lifted my head, laughing.  "Hell, you talk like that
TO a priest. You've had SEX with a priest."  "Yeah.  Yeah, that was a dumb
thing to say."  I drooled in his crack and caught the spit and worked it
gently into his hole. I knew he liked this, and when he was nice and slick
I began fingering him slow and deep, and deeper, till I was using two
fingers in him as far as I could reach. I didn't go searching for his
prostate but when I happened upon it, I massaged it gently.  "Ohhh!" he
gasped.  "Ohh, you found that spot... my love nut."  "You remembered," I
said.  "How could I forget?"  "Have you been able to find it when you jack
off?" I asked.  "I did once, but not with my fingers. Thought I was gonna
drive myself crazy. I got a little rough with myself, and I was actually
seeing stars when I shot off."  "You said not with your fingers."  He
laughed, his face turning a little red.  "That was a slip."  "Well, it's
already slipped, so tell me."  "Aw, I got a cucumber out of the fridge."
It was my turn to laugh.  "I'm not laughing at you, Jade, I'm laughing at
your ingenuity.  I hope you scrubbed it good, you don't know what kind of
chemical residue is on fresh vegetables."  "Yeah, I scrubbed it under hot
water to get it warmed up.  And I felt those little knobs and I scrubbed
them off; the sharp ends anyway, but there was still little nubbins on it."
"How big was the cucumber?" I asked.  I could hardly contain my excitement
that he had actually fucked himself with a cucumber.  He measured off about
nine inches with his fingers and a girth about the size of my cock.  "I
didn't use it all, though, I had to have something to hold onto."  "So, how
was it?"  "Like I said, it was a little crazy; I was actually seeing stars
when I shot off.  Those little smooth knobs felt really good."  Although I
was sure it would happen eventually--perhaps this time, perhaps a later
time--despite my hopeful intentions starting out, up until this point I had
no real intention of fucking the boy. It would happen in its own time, and
when it did, well, that would be the time. Meanwhile, I would be happy
doing what I was doing. But after hearing his cucumber story, as I fingered
him and he squirmed and thrashed his hips around, groaning, I decided this
was the time.  Still, if it was, it would have to be his call, and at his
pace. He would have to want it enough to let me know he wanted it. It was
not something I was going to assume, despite his story.  I rimmed him and
fingered him at the same time, and fucked him with my fingers and generally
drove him nuts, working his prostate. He seemed to forget that I hadn't
touched his cock at all.  If it was to be, I knew it should happen before
he shot off his first load, while he was still in the heat and prime of his
lust. My original intentions began to change as I drove him deeper into the
abyss of pleasure. He clawed the sheets, begging for mercy, begging me to
stop, begging me not to, he wanted to cum, but he couldn't, and he really
didn't want to. I was so caught up in it myself, and I was suddenly jolted
to realize what he was saying, that he was begging me to fuck him! I
blinked and shook my head to clear it, to make sure I was hearing him
right.  "Ohh, Mann, I can't take much more of this... I want your cock,
Pete... the cucumber was great but I wanta see what it feels like with a
real cock.... I need you to fuck me."  They were his words and they were
coming out of his mouth!  The thoughts raced through my mind.  My Godd, he
wants it!  He's begging for it! Begging for my cock in his virgin ass. But
something cried out....he was only a couple of months into fifteen... too
young... a virgin, whimpering and begging for something he knew nothing
about. It should have made a difference, but very fast, his age didn't mean
a thing.  Still, I backed off. I wasn't being noble. I wasn't saying no to
it.  I thought we just needed to slow down to give him a chance to get his
bearing; he needed to be sure. Absolutely sure, for there was a large
difference between a self-administered cucumber and a live, hard cock, and
I was thinking of how I might put him off without hurting his feelings.
 I pulled my fingers free, unstraddled him and lay beside him. At the same
time I took his hip and urged him onto his side.  He rolled over onto his
back. I laid my hand on his hard stomach. His throbbing cock bobbed up and
down, tapping my hand, leaving precum glistening in the soft light coming
through the window.  "Why'd you stop?" he asked quietly, sounding
disappointed.
		"Let's just slow down, we've got plenty of time," I told
him. I laid my hand on his cock.  "I want you to be sure, Jade."  "I was
sure. I said you could do it. Listen, Pete, this wasn't planned or
anything; I mean Father Scott had nothing to do with it, but I'm ready for
it.  I want it, and I got myself ready when I went to the bathroom
downstairs. I told Father Scott but he said he didn't know if you would do
it."  "Oh, Damn, Jade," I whispered.  "You don't want to?" He sounded
disappointed.  "Oh, fuck, yes, I want to.  You just took me by surprise,
that's all."  I urged him onto his side, facing me.  His eyes fixed on
mine, confused, searching, maybe begging, he just looked sad, and wanting.
I leaned over and brushed my lips over his.  "I just want you to be
absolutely sure, Jade," I whispered as I kissed him. He kissed me back,
hard, with the force of all his pent up, teenage passion.  "I was sure when
I found out what the cucumber felt like inside me. I imagined it was your
cock, Pete."  Then very quickly it was him kissing me and I was only the
willing recipient of his passion as he rolled half on top of me.
		"Dammit, it's not fair, Pete, that you get me all worked up
like that then stop."
		I smiled up at him then laughed.  "It doesn't take all that
much to get you worked up, Jade. I don't want it to happen like a runaway
train."
		"You know, if you don't fuck me, I'll ask Father Scott," he
said.  "Why not Mason?" I asked, out of curiosity.  "I want it to be a man
my first time. You or Father Scott. I want it to be you to show me but if
you won't.... I thought you would want to" I was melting under his
youthful, innocent charm.  "I do, Jade.  Godd, you don't know how I've
dreamed of this moment, when you would want me to."  "Good, then it's okay
that I'm not eighteen?  Cause I thought that might be the problem for you;
why you're holding back. But you've already had sex with me so what
difference would this make?"  "You're a mature boy, and I trust you, Jade."
"Good.  Those laws are stupid anyway.  What right do a bunch of politicians
have to decide when I can have sex?"  "The laws are in place for good
reason, but your point is well taken.  For boys like you, it should be your
decision."  "Then you'll do it?  You'll fuck me and show me what it's
like?"  "Yes, all right, we'll do it. But let me take you there."  "All
right. You lead, I'll follow," he said.  I was to lead but it was Jade who
handed me a small bottle of lube and a condom. I blinked and laughed.  "I
don't think that's following. Where did you get these?"  "They were under
the pillow, I didn't bring `em," he said.  "I guess Father Scott thinks
it's time, too. Or.... Wow! This is the visiting priests' room, isn't it?
Man you don't suppose....."  "Let's don't take it there," I cut in.  He
took the condom back.  "I'd rather you not use this, if you don't mind," he
said. Then he took the lube and uncapped it.  I took the bottle and put the
cap back on. He frowned.  "We're not ready for the lube yet," I said. I
eased him onto his back and got between his legs.  I lifted his legs and
pushed them toward his chest. He gripped the backs of his thighs and hugged
his legs to his chest; he knew what was coming.  I couldn't help noticing
how big his thighs were. His butt spread apart. His hole wasn't gaping open
but it was clenching rhythmically, beckoning, begging.  "Oh, man, I love it
when you do this," he said as I leaned down.  "I know you do." I buried my
face in his wonderful butt and began tonguing his virgin hole.  His asshole
welcomed my tongue eagerly.  "Ohhhhhh, Godddddd!!" he moaned softly.  I
tongued him vigorously, as deep as I could reach. Then I used my middle
finger as an introductory fuck.  Gradually, as I licked and tongued his
ass, I gave him a second finger.  "You know, maybe we should've invited
Father Scott to come up with us," I said.  "Next time, maybe. Right now,
this time, I want it to be just you and me," he said.  When I introduced a
third finger I found his prostate again. He cried out and I leaned up over
him to cover his mouth with mine. It wasn't a kiss as much as it was to
quiet him and swallow his outcries. I think he was glad that he could make
as much noise as he wanted and it wouldn't be heard.  It turned into a
kiss, though. A hard, passionate kiss that made his young prostate quiver
even more.  He was thrashing around on my hand, humping my fingers. He
clawed the sheets but then I saw that he was groping for something. He
found the bottle of lube again and uncapped, his hands shaking.  "I want
you to do it, Pete. I can't stand the waiting. I want you inside me. I
gotta know what it feels like. I want you to fuck me, Pete,
now. Please. Stop torturing me."  I lifted my head. "I wasn't torturing
you, Jade. I was getting you ready."  "I was ready, dammit, when we came up
the stairs," he said.  "I was ready when Father Scott called and said he
needed help with some stuff. I knew he would probably call you.  And he
thinks I'm ready `cause he told me there was a Fleet in the bathroom if I
needed to use it."  I was surprised to hear that.  He dropped his legs and
practically shoved me up from him so he could get to my cock. He drizzled
lube all over the head then he lubed up his own asshole. Then he lifted his
legs onto my shoulders. He was ready. There was no denying him this time.
"I want you to fuck me, Pete. I really want you to do it.  I wanta see what
it feels like," he said again, his voice shaky with anticipation.  "I'm
going to fuck you, Jade.  I'll show you what it feels like." I aimed and
set the head of my cock against his slick hole.  "Ohh, Godd... I can't
believe it's actually going to happen," he whispered.  "You stop me if it
hurts too much," I said as I tightened my butt to apply pressure against
his hole.  "You stop babying me, Pete," he said. "You're built like a
horse, I know it's probably gonna hurt."  Okay he asked for it.  I wasn't
going to hurt him intentionally, but I wasn't going to baby him. I shoved
forward. He was looser than I thought from my fingers, because the head of
my cock went right through his sphincter muscle and it locked around
tightly around the head. Jade's eyes popped and his mouth flew open with a
quick, soft gasp, like he was more surprised than hurt.  I paused only for
a few seconds. I watched his facial expression as I eased in deeper. I
could feel my cock snaking into him, conforming itself to his guts. Jade's
eyes grew wider, his mouth opened wider.  "Oh, My Godd!" he whispered, then
his mouth began to grow slack and I could see his eyes start to water.  I
knew it was hurting but he said not to baby him. I went deeper. My cock hit
something and he winced but I quickly maneuvered past the obstacle and
shoved deeper. I had decided that I was going to take his virginity
completely; he was going to get every inch of my thick cock.  I was sure
that despite the pain, he would be proud of that later.  He reached up and
put his hands on my hips, as if to stop me, but it wasn't a lock hold and I
simply pushed his hands toward him as I sank my cock deeper.  I was going
slow, but I wasn't going to let him stop me.  I glanced down... less than
three inches to go... I noticed his cock had lost some of its rigidity. It
would come back once the pleasure washed in over the pain. I didn't think I
was hurting him with the length of my cock, but the thickness of it,
perhaps. His tight sphincter was clawing madly around the girth of the
shaft. I leaned up over him and kissed him. He welcomed my kiss eagerly,
almost desperately.  He put his hands on my face and kissed me back, hard.
I gave him the last inches.  Our kiss muffled his outcry that reverberated
in my own head as he cried out into my mouth.  The kiss was dangerously
passionate for that moment and I withdrew my tongue but his tongue followed
into my mouth. When I felt him begin to calm I lifted my head.  "You've got
it all," I said.  "No fuckin' shit!" he hissed.  "Are you okay?" I asked.
"I'm getting that way," he said.  "You said not to baby you," I reminded
him. I kept my loins pressed hard against his spread butt, my cock
throbbing happily deep inside the boy.  "I was afraid I was going to act
like one," he said.  "You didn't.  You took it like a man," I said.  "I
wanted to; I was afraid I wouldn't."  Looking down at him, I was so damned
excited and happy I could hardly contain myself.  I leaned down and kissed
him again. I wanted to devour him. Talk about fresh meat!!  He was like a
young buck to me, venturing out in the forest for the first time, and I had
found him and was showing him the way. I noticed his cock was regaining its
rigidity, a good sign that the pain was subsiding. And I could feel his
prostate, hot and throbbing against my cock.  "I hope it wasn't too bad," I
said.  "Does it hurt like that every time?" he asked.  "No," I said. "Well,
it depends, I guess. But now you know what to expect if you ever decide to
do it again.  Actually, you were outstanding, the way you handled it your
first time. Do you feel that?" I asked as I twisted my hips to move my cock
around inside him.  "Ohhhhh, Yeah!  I do now. You're touching that spot,"
he said with a dreamy smile.  "I'm going to keep touching it.  I'm going to
give it good, long massage," I told him. I smiled down at him. "But I've
got a big question."  "What?"  "Can I fuck you now?"  He laughed and
squeezed his ass around my cock.  I wouldn't try to describe the pleasure,
but let me count the ways.  To be in bed with this teenage boy.... to be on
top of him with my cock buried deep inside his muscular body.... to look
down into his deep, still-innocent eyes in his youthfully handsome
face.... to watch the gentle rippling of his muscles as he moved under
me.... to hear his breathing between his soft gasps and moans.... that's as
good as I can do.  I fucked him for quite a long time, much longer than I
would've expected, because it got very intense and one of us should've gone
off.  But we both labored to hold off, for ourselves and for each other.  I
wanted it to be as good as it could be for him.  I wanted him to want more,
and to want it again.  But if that wasn't in the cards--if this was a
one-time experiment for him--then I wanted it to be one that he would
always remember. It was a languid fuck, even as I continually massaged his
prostate with my cock. He relished every stroke, I could tell by his face
and his sounds.  We didn't change positions.  I would've liked to; lying on
our sides, him on his hands and knees, him on top, riding me. But he was
enjoying it immensely and I didn't want to break the mood. Other positions
could come later, another time, hopefully.  "Godd, Pete, you sure know how
to make it good," he said at one point.  "Hey, you're pretty talented at
this yourself, as I remember," I said.  "You and Mason both."  "I hope I
made it this good for you."  "Trust me, you did."  "I would like to make it
good for you again sometime."  "Do you want to trade places?" I asked him.
"No! Fuck, no!" he replied quickly.  I fucked him.  He thanked me. I
laughed.  "Thanks for doing this," he told me.  "Geezuss, Jade you don't
thank anybody for fucking you. It's my privilege. Godd, don't you know
there are guys who pay a small fortune to be where I'm at right now."
"Tell `em to call me," he joked.  Jade was naturally self-confident and
obviously comfortable with his sexuality, but I was a little surprised, and
pleased, that the boy would be talking while I fucked him. Several times I
took hold of his cock and played with his balls, but every time he stopped
me, saying he couldn't hold off if I did that.  "We didn't talk about this,
but I wanta cum inside you," I said.  "Yess! Fuck, Yeah! I didn't want you
to use a condom.  Make me feel it, if you can. I'd like to feel what it's
like to have a load shooting inside me."  "Oh, you'll feel it," I promised.
I guess we fucked for a half hour or more before things started getting out
of hand. I saw that the intensity was building up and I told him not to
fight it.  "Let it go," I told him.  "There can be plenty more times like
this if you want." I thought I would throw that in there.  He nodded and
his breath started coming harder and he humped his butt up harder to meet
my thrusts.  "Fuck me, Pete... fuck my brains out, I wanta feel you cum,"
he said in a harsh whisper.  I shifted into hard mode. I took his hands and
put them over his head and held his wrists in my one hand. I long-cocked
him. I didn't rape him but I jack-hammered him so hard that the headboard
tapped against the wall. I could only imagine how it felt to have over nine
inches of thick cock reaming his insides. I tried to fuck his brains out
like asked. He was quietly going crazy.  "Please, can I touch my cock now?"
he whimpered.  I hadn't told him he couldn't.  "Have at it," I told him.
"Are you close?" he asked.  "Go ahead, I'll catch up with you," I said.  We
got there only seconds apart. I watched his face.  When I sensed that he
was past the point of no return, I told him to aim his cock up toward my
face. I opened my mouth. I started to cum.  "Oh, fuck!" he gasped softly.
"Ohh, Fuck, Pete, I can feel you cumming in me."  "Told ya," I said.
 I wished he was long enough, or I was agile enough, to suck him to the
finish but there was a span of a few inches that separated the head of his
cock from my mouth.  He shot off like a pony.  I got a lot of his boy cum
in my mouth, the rest on my face and neck and chest.  In the excitement I
let go of his wrists and he threw his arms around my shoulders and locked
his legs around my hips and rode it out under me.  I kissed him and gave
his cum back to him. He whinnied like a young pony as he sucked it out of
my mouth. It was earth-moving, or maybe it was my brains that shifted in my
skull. My Godd, could it be as good as my brain was telling me?  His word
for it later was, awesome.  Maybe that's as good as it gets.  It was an
incredible experience that I will have with me for a very long time, maybe
forever.  When we had ridden the crest we were still, clinging tightly to
each other. Finally, his arms grew weak and he let himself down onto the
bed.  I rose up on my arms, gazing down at him.  I swear, I was having
trouble focusing.  "Holy Fuck!" he said.  "Yeah."  "I never imagined it
would be anything like that!"  "Honestly, I never either," I said.  "Godd,
Jade, you are incredible." Right at that moment, I could've been in
love. But I had gone down path before with another fifteen year old, when I
was in my twenties, just out of the Army.  That path was closed to me now.
"I am so fuckin' weak... I can hardly talk," he said.  I held the position
for a moment while his ass milked my cock, as if to suck the last of my
load out of me.  Then I eased us onto our sides, my cock still inside him.
"Just rest, then," I said.  We were quiet for a long time. I smiled inside,
thinking, he talked while I was fucking him, and now he was unable to.
"Listen, I don't want Mason knowing I got fucked," he said, finally.  "It
was awesome, and I'm not ashamed of it, but......"  "Of course," I cut in.
"I'm not one of those kiss and tell guys either."  "Will you tell Father
Scott?" he asked.  "Not if you don't want me to, but he knows," I said.
"Well, he is a priest, I know I can trust him," he said.  "Then I'm sure he
would like to know for sure," I said.  "I'm sure he does know. What's he
think we're doing up here anyway?"  "He knows we're having sex, but he
doesn't know exactly what kind of sex," I said.  "Do you want to tell him?"
he asked.  "No, you should," I said. "He would like it better, coming from
you."  Then I asked, "When will you tell Mason? Or will you?"  "I don't
know.  It'd be better if I wait till you fuck him, too."  "I think I'll
leave that up to Father Scott," I said. "Will you let Father Scott fuck you
now?" I asked.  "Sure, if he wants to. I was going to let him anyway if you
wouldn't do it."  I laughed at that.  "What's funny?" he asked.  "That you
would let him if he wanted to.  Don't you know he is downstairs drooling
right now?"  "Okay, let's say Father Scott does fuck Mason, then will you
fuck him?"  "If he wants me to," I said.  "Well, I say you owe it to him,
after we doubled up on you," Jade said. He sighed.  "Man, I could stay like
this all day and all night."  "Not a good idea. Your Dad will be coming to
pick you up."  "Huh-uh, Father Scott said he would take me home."  I had to
keep reminding myself that this six-foot, muscular young dude was a young
teenager.  "Jade, I'm sorry if I hurt you, but you know it couldn't be
helped," I said.  "It's okay, I knew it would. Had to, the size of your
cock. I know this is gonna sound screwy, but even the pain felt kinda good
in a weird sort of way. Like I wanted to feel it, and go through it, 'cause
I knew there was something else really great to follow."  He laughed. "I'm
really fucked up in the head, aren't I?"  "Not at all, and I don't want you
to say that.  There is something, though.... I know you know about condoms,
but I want to know that you're mature enough to have sense enough to use
them," I said as I tapped on his head with my fist.  "Did you want to use
one?" he asked.  "No. We don't have to worry about that with you and me,
and Mason and Father Scott.  I get myself tested on a regular basis. I
would never expose you to anything. And if Father Scott starts branching
out with other guys, I'll talk to him about that.  But you've had sex with
a girl now, and I don't see you stopping that any time soon.  Just be
careful."  He smiled, then laughed. "Well, I've had the condom talk
obviously way earlier than my Dad intended."  "Your Dad hasn't talked to
you about condoms?"  "No. He's mentioned them but he said we would have the
talk at the appropriate time. I don't know when he thinks that is."
Suddenly there was a light tap on the door and we both tensed.  "Is
everything all right in there?" It was Father Scott.  "Everything's fine,"
I said.  "He can come in if he wants," Jade whispered.  "Tell him," I said.
"Come on in, Father," Jade called out.  The door opened slowly and Father
Scott's frame filled the doorway.  "I didn't mean to interrupt," he said,
his eyes raking over us.  "You're about ten minutes too late to interrupt
us," I said.  He seemed to not be able to find his words, his eyes just
kept raking over our naked bodies, still joined together.  "Well, I... I'll
leave you two alone," he said as he backed out of the doorway.  He closed
the door.  "He seemed upset," Jade said with a worried look.  "No. He's not
upset. That was a look of awe. Remember, he's coming into all of this just
like you are."  "I'm think I'm going to let him fuck me, after I get some
work done. I'll be all primed to go again by that time."  "I really don't
know if he intended for you to actually do any work," I said.  "No?"  "No.
But let's find out."  I eased back, slowly pulling my cock back through his
warm guts. "I'm going downstairs go shower. I'll send Father Scott up. See
how things work out."  "Will you come back?" he asked.  "No, I think I'll
slip out and leave you guys alone."  My cock slipped free and fell to the
mattress. Jade looked down at it.  "Man, I don't believe I had all that
inside me."  "It's kinda hard to wrap my head around it too, that you gave
your virginity to me."  "That stuff works, you came out really clean," he
observed.  I smiled as I climbed off the bed. I leaned down and kissed him.
"Thanks, Jade. You've made my day. Now make Father's Scott's." I
straightened.  "But that doesn't mean he has to fuck you. You'll make his
day, just being in bed with you."  "I want him to fuck me. It's weird, but
I wanta be fucked by a priest."  Jade was going to be okay.  I went
downstairs to shower, carrying my clothes. Father Scott was in the living
room, flipping channels.  "I need to use your shower."  "Certainly."  He
started to say something else.  "Don't even ask how it was," I said. "I
couldn't begin to describe it."  "Is Jade using the shower upstairs?" he
asked.  "No."  He looked at me, an odd, questioning look.  "He's waiting
for you," I said.  I couldn't describe the look that came across his face
then.  "Just go up and find out for yourself," I said.  His finger came to
rest on the remote as he looked at me.  "He wants you to come up," I said.
"Pete, don't tell me......"  "I'm only telling you he wants you to come up.
After that, it's between you and him."
 "Oh, Godd! What have I got myself into," he said quietly as turned off the
TV and stood up.  "I'll be leaving," I told him. "By the way, use lots of
finger. He loves that," I said.  I don't know if he even heard me. He was
heading for the stairs. He seemed a little uneasy on his feet.
                                                                                      The
End








This a real life experience.

**054 - Father Scott and Me, Again

                               Father Scott and Me, Again

I learned that Father Scott had gone off to Florida for a vacation, by
himself.  The visiting priest announced that he was soaking up the sun on a
beach in Florida. My first thought was, he'd better come back with a tan
line. I wondered why he had not mentioned to me that he was going.

When he got back he looked great.  Everybody was commenting as they left
church how good he looked all tanned and that he should do that every year.
He said he intended to.  As always, I lingered back so we could speak alone
and I said, "You'd better have a tan line."

He laughed and said, "Just barely."

I was surprised.  I said, "You didn't!  You didn't wear a bikini!"

He smiled and said, "It was an out of the way place and nobody knows me
down there."  He didn't tell me where he went and as far as I know, nobody
else knows.  He has said only that it was a place of a friend of his from
college.  I wouldn't like to think the priest is lying, but he was being
evasive.

He mentioned that he had some stuff he wanted to get rid of and take to the
thrift shop at the mission, including some pieces of furniture. He had some
furniture given to him and wanted to get rid of the old stuff. The mission
isn't associated with our church but it is about the only place in town to
take stuff.  Before, people just set stuff out on the curb the day or
evening before garbage pickup and it would be gone before the garbage
trucks came the next day.  But our new garbage pickup system doesn't allow
that anymore. People still set stuff out once in a while.... I still
do... on non-garbage days. But Father Scott's house is right on the city's
main thoroughfare so he couldn't get by with that.

He knew just by mentioning it that I would volunteer myself and my truck. I
asked him if he was going to have any "extra" help, meaning the boys.  He
said no, they were not available and he really wanted to get the stuff out
of the house.... the furniture and other stuff he had cleaned out.  We set
a day and a time.

Pretty damned sure that there would be sex involved, I flushed out and
showered, shaved and used some good smelling body splash.  When I showed up
at his place on Saturday morning he remarked how good I smelled.  He
smelled pretty good himself.

He had more stuff than I expected.  His is a big house.  It used to be
where the nuns lived but we don't have nuns teaching in the schools
anymore. He was cleaning out stuff left there by past priests.... a real
house cleaning.  We made two trips to the mission with boxes of stuff. We
stopped for an early lunch then went back for some more stuff to the
mission, and then to tackle the pieces of furniture. Scott made comments
about a couple of the pieces that he really hated to part with, but he
simply didn't have room for everything.

Well, DUHH!!  I have a warehouse!!!

I told him I could store it for him. He was very happy about that and asked
what I would charge.  I waved him off, told him it would take up only the
top level of one bay and I joked I would take it out in trade. But he would
have to provide his own insurance if he wanted it, because my insurance
didn't cover personal stuff stored there.  That would work out just
fine. So we made two trips with my truck to take his furniture out to the
warehouse. He was impressed with the place, and impressed with me driving
the Hyster lift truck, the way I maneuvered the stuff around and lifted the
skids of his furniture and placed them precisely on the upper level in the
bay. I even covered the skids tightly with plastic wrap to protect from the
dust and possible leaks.

Finished, I told him we needed to break for a beer.  He thought I meant go
out for a beer, I told him no, I kept beer in the refrigerator.  He thought
that was neat as hell having beer in my warehouse.  (I slid the bolt on the
door as we walked by on the way to the break room). He was impressed with
the break room, with the complete kitchen, and the way it was fully
furnished. I got us each a beer and we sat/slouched on the couch, he at one
end, me at the other.  I cocked my feet up on the coffee table. He laughed
and said his mother would knock him silly if he ever did that at home. I
told him my Mom would too, but if they only knew what all went on, on that
coffee table.  He got my meaning and smiled and said, "Oh, really."

I said, "You couldn't preach a sermon on what goes on on that table."

He leaned up and took hold of the table.  "Well, it feels pretty solid."

"Has to be to hold two two-hundred-pound men," I said.

He said, "Well, I don't weigh two hundred pounds."

I told him my foreman did.  Then I got up and took a picture off the wall
in the shipping room and showed it to him; of me and Tim and one of the
other guys.  He said, "Oh, My Godd!  Really!"

I laughed and told him I said that a lot when I was with Tim....."Oh My
Godd."

I laid the picture on the end table and got us another beer.  We talked
about Mason and Jade and he talked about a couple of other boys that he had
suspicions about but said he had not and would not go near that. He thanked
me for my help.  He picked up the picture a couple of times and smiled and
said, "Really."

At one point when there was a lull in the conversation, he smiled, looking
at the coffee table, and said, "Really!  Four hundred pounds."

I said, "Really. Do you wanta try it out?"

He cocked his feet up on the table.  I laughed and said, "I was talking
about more than your feet.  They would be up in air."

He said he had time if I did; and he gave me a mischievous smile and said
he had come prepared.  I laughed and told him, "So did I" and even if I
didn't have time, I would make time. He asked if it was safe.  I told him
the doors were bolted from the inside. There was very little chance that we
would be interrupted, but if we were, they couldn't get in. I asked him if
he wanted to shower.

"Oh, you have shower facilities?"

I showed him the large bathroom with the shower that would hold four.  He
was impressed.  Yes, he would love to shower; and remarked that it was
smart to install such a big shower because the men could save time after
work by doubling up. He asked if they ever did that.  I told him I did,
with Tim and with Shawn, but I didn't think anyone else showered together
unless they were in a huge hurry. He wanted know about Shawn.  When I told
him, described the boy, he said he wanted to meet Shawn.  I don't know if I
will do that.  I don't know how Shawn, or Tim, would handle it with a
priest.

I turned the shower on and we undressed. I was very anxious to see him
naked and see what he meant by "just barely." He knew I was watching with
great anticipation and he just smiled as he took off his clothes.  I was
more than a little surprised.

"You did!" I exclaimed, wide-eyed.  "Damn, that doesn't even qualify as a
bikini!"  He had barely two very narrow strips of pale skin around his
hips.  He just smiled as he turned around. My mouth dropped.  "Holy Shit!
You wore a thong??"

"It was hanging with the swim suits," he said.

"Where did you get it?"

"At a shop I found."

"Damn!  You've got a great butt, but that is awesome." My mouth was
watering.

I let Scott have the front, directly under the shower and I stood behind
him.  Hey, he IS the priest so I show respect.  Besides, that gave me full
view of his awesome, tanned butt.

He said we probably didn't need to shower, that I still smelled pretty
good.  I told him it was just an excuse to get him naked. He said I didn't
need an excuse. He asked me if I'd ever brought either of the boys to the
warehouse.

"No, but now that you mention it......" I was thinking of Jade.  I didn't
have that much contact with Mason. Jade was my dream boy.

I soaped up Scott's back and shoulders. His muscles felt good.  I didn't
stop at his back and shoulders, I also soaped up his butt, a once over
lightly, then I squatted down to soap up his muscular thighs.

"Dang, you've got massive thighs."

He thanked me.  I spent a lot of time on his legs.  Then I soaped up his
butt again, this time giving it a lot more attention.  I told him to bend
over so I could scrub between his taut buns. He didn't just bend over; he
reached back and pulled his butt apart.  He was tanned well into the
curvature of his buns.

"Ohh, shit," I murmured as I eyed his stretched hole.  Then I
noticed....."Hey, you shaved back here!"

He laughed.  "I wondered if you would notice."

"Damn right I noticed."

"I decided to do that when I bought the suit. And you had mentioned it one
time."

"Damn, I like it!" Then I buried my face in his butt and began licking and
tonguing his smooth ass.  He let out a loud, surprised moan. I didn't spend
long doing that because I wanted us to go back in the break room and get
down to business. We traded places and Scott washed my back and shoulders
and my butt and legs.  Then we turned and faced each other and washed the
front.  It was strange; despite the attention we were giving each other, we
weren't hard, but nicely fluffed up. While we were face to face we
kissed. I don't know who made the initial move.  It was a friendly type
"buddy kiss" at first but quickly advanced to a full-body press and
open-mouth tongue swapping and soft moans. I felt him getting hard. So was
I.

I told him, "We can do it in the shower next time. But you wanted to try
out the coffee table."

As we were drying off I asked him if he found any opportunities while he
was in Florida.

"No, I wasn't looking.  I did look of course when something nice walked by,
but I didn't go looking for that kind of excitement."

"That something nice that walked by.... was it male or female?"

"Both.  I can admire the beauty of a woman without feeling lust."

I asked him, "Have you ever kissed a woman, Father?"

"No, not a woman. Girls, when I was a teenager."

"Oh, really. That would be a bit hard to imagine for your parishioners."

"It was about that time in my life when I got the calling and was
struggling with the idea of becoming a priest."

"How does that happen, when you get the calling? I've always been curious
about that.  Does God speak to you or what?"

"No. It's more a dawning, when you realize you're thinking about it a lot,
then it gradually becomes your focus and you start praying about it."

"Were you dating while you were praying?"

"No. I felt I needed to stay focused."

"How was that kiss, though, Father?" I asked with a grin.

"It wasn't just one kiss, and not just one girl," he said, with a rather
proud gleam in his eyes.

"Oh, really. Did you just date? Are there any deep, dark secrets you want
to share?"

"Not really.  Becoming a priest had pretty much taken over by the time the
hormones were raging."

"Do you have any what-ifs?  Like, what if you had gotten involved with a
girl before you were called."

"I was getting close to it with this one girl," he said.  "But I don't
know. It would have probably made things more difficult.  Maybe I would've
rejected the calling if things had gone that far with her.  I really don't
know."

"But now.... you are a priest.  What if some babe took an interest in you?
What if one of the high school babes came on to you?"

"I would reject that completely."

"But you don't reject me, or the boys."

"That's who I am. I fully realize that. Perhaps I should have realized it
before I took the vows. But that's past, and I think I am a good priest."

"Your parishioners think so," I said.

"They wouldn't if they knew what we're doing right now."

"Some would be forgiving."  I laughed.  "Some would probably be jealous of
me."

He was gazing at my cock which was fluffed up.  I stood and looked down at
it to, then I looked up at him.

"That is a truly amazing piece of work," he said.

"And you do such amazing things with it," I said.

"I'm ready if you are," he said.

We both did a final rinse then I turned off the shower.  When I was drying
off, drawing the towel back and forth across my shoulders and back, my cock
flopped back and forth, smacking against my thighs. It made Father Scott
laugh.

"Were you very active when you were in high school?" he asked.

"Oh, you do not want to know," I said, laughing. "But it was with girls,
and women.  I only had one thing with a boy, that was the last part of my
senior year."

"You said women?  When you were a teenager?"

"Uhhh..... yeah.....some of them married women."

"Oh, my. You must have spent a lot of time in the confessional."

"No, I wasn't Catholic then.  There's a lot to tell about me, sometime, but
you said you were ready," I said, pulling on my cock.

"Very."

Father Scott stood back to let me go first but I waved him in front of me.

"I want to watch your butt," I said.

We went into the break room, me following and ogling the priest's beautiful
ass.  His tan gave his butt muscles a whole new dimension, the way each one
flexed and rose and fell with each step.  In the break room I moved up
behind him and squeezed his butt muscles with both hands.

"I want you to do that again," I said.

"Do what again?" he asked.

"Walk."

He laughed.

"Seriously, let's go for a walk through the warehouse."

"You're crazy," he said laughing but he came with me into the warehouse. I
turned on several banks of lights and motioned for him to go ahead of me.

"I feel foolish doing this," he said.

"Trust me, you don't look foolish," I assured him.

We walked through the warehouse and back, me a few paces behind him,
practically drooling.  And I was following my cock. He had been following
his, too.  We were walking by the Hyster lift truck and the idea hit me.
"Wait a second." I took him by the arm.  "Here, stand on the forks." He had
no clue but he did as I said.  "Hold on right here."

I climbed up on the Hyster and started it up.  I pulled the lever to raise
the forks slowly. Scott was laughing but he was a little nervous.  I
brought forks up to the proper height then I got off the Hyster and got
between the forks.  Scott was facing the Hyster, away from me, and I was
facing his butt.  I walked right up and started licking it.

"Oh, Godd, I don't believe you're doing this," he moaned softly.  "You're
so ingenuous.

I ran my hands up and down his muscular thighs and reached between them for
his cock.  I pumped it as I buried my face hard into his ass, licking deep
into the crevice.  After a moment he reached back and pulled his butt apart
so I could get to his hole.

"OHhhh.... ohhhh... ohhhhhh," he moaned as I tongued his asshole.

I let go of his cock and pulled his hole open with my fingers and drove my
tongue up inside him.

"OHHHH!.... Ohh, my Godd!..... I love this....."

"I know you do," I murmured. I rimmed him till his legs were shaking and I
was afraid he might fall.  "Let's go back in the break room."

"You'll have to let me down," he said.  "I can't jump; my legs would buckle
under me."

I moved up between his legs and told him to sit on my shoulders.  He did
and I backed out from between the forks and carried him back into the break
room.  I dumped him on the couch, laughing. I pulled him into my arms,
tight, showing him my strength, and he showed me his as we kissed.

"You had me drooling," I whispered.  I kissed him again. "Godd, you are hot
with this tan."

"I'm glad you like it."

"I don't just like it.  It's a big turn on for me."

"It will fade, you know."

"Then you can go to a tanning bed. Now let's try out the coffee table.
That's what you really want to do."  I pulled him to his feet and got two
cushions off the couch and put them on the coffee table.  Father Scott
eagerly laid back on the cushions.

"Oh.  I was thinking you would fuck me," I said.

"You got me so worked up out there in the warehouse," he said.

"Well then."  I straddled the end of the coffee table and brought his legs
up and bent him in half.  I let some spit fall into his ass crack and
worked it into his hole. He was still nice and loose and palpitating and I
easily worked three fingers inside him.  He moaned and closed his eyes.  I
spat on my cock for added lube then pressed it down to his hole.

Father Scott murmured, "Ohh, this is going to be so good.  I've been aching
for it."

I bent my legs and eased my cock down into his ass. I loved watching my
cock disappear through his hole, and his sphincter clenching around the
girth.  He took it easily.  He was ready.  I stepped up over him to
straddle his butt and sank the last couple of inches into him.

"Ohh, Godd, yess..... fuck me.... fuck me really hard."

I was happy to oblige. I fucked him straight down and the angle really got
to him.  He was clawing at the cushions to hold on but we fucked the
cushions right out from under him.  The first one fell to the floor and I
pulled him back toward me.  The second cushion gradually slipped out from
under him and fell to the floor and he was lying on the bare wood.  I liked
him that way, there was no give and I nailed his ass to the coffee table.

"Is this how you and Tim do it, on the bare wood?" he asked.

"Yes, except he fucks me.  I've never fucked him.  He likes it on the bare
coffee table."

"Is it true what they say about black men?"

"Tim is living proof," I said.

"Bigger than you?"

"Yeah by about an inch. He's huge."

"Ohh, do you think he would fuck me?"

I laughed.  "Father, I think that makes you officially a slut, asking me to
pimp for you."

"I would like to experience a black man."

"I might ask him," I said.

"And you could throw in Shawn for good measure."

"Now you ARE a slut," I said, laughing.  "Damn, I must be doing something
wrong. You're asking me to find you another cock while I'm fucking you."
And I started fucking him harder.

I was charged and he was eagerly accepting of my rough treatment.

"Tell me when you think you're getting close, I'll try to get us both off
together."

It was about fifteen minutes later; I had glanced at the clock on the
wall. I was dripping sweat. Scott's forehead and chest were beaded with
sweat and he was moaning and whimpering with pleasure. At one point I bent
over him and licked some of the sweat off his chest.  He didn't exactly
verbalize that he was getting close but I could tell and I kicked up the
pace.  I started dropkicking my cock down into his wide spread ass, and it
was funny, there were always moments like this that I reminded myself that
I was fucking my priest.  I don't know why it always came to mind, whether
it was guilt coming to the surface, or if it made it all the hotter.  I
have to honestly say that I've not felt more than twinge of guilt since I
started having sex with Scott.

"You're getting close," I told him as I pounded his ass, and I grabbed hold
of his cock that was swaying beautifully with my motions. He whimpered and
nodded and was moving his head back and forth.  I began jacking his cock in
time with my own cock thrusts in his ass.

"Open your mouth," I said.

He shook his head no.  I think he was playing games.

"Open your mouth or I'll pull out and leave you hanging."

He opened his mouth right away when I said that.

I gave him a few more strokes, maybe another minute or so, as I built up my
own climax.  I felt it boiling up and I braced myself, at the ready.  I had
plans for the good Father.  I didn't have complete control and I shot the
first shot in his ass but I quickly pulled out with a tight grip around the
shaft.  I was jacking his cock, aimed right down at his face, and I
hunkered up over him and aimed my own cock at his face too.  He got a face
full of cum splattered all over him.  Second or two later he started
cumming.  It was funny and hot as hell; there he lay, helpless, with both
our cocks belching and spraying cum all over him and a LOT of it went in
his mouth. It was a hellacious dual cum.  It lasted long enough that my
legs where shaking. He was drenched.  I don't think there was one inch of
face that wasn't covered with cum and it was running into his hair and down
on his neck.

"Holy Shit!  What was that!" he gasped when he was able to get his breath.

"That was the battle of the belching cocks," I joked.

"Ohh, man, that was incredible," he said. "But I have to unbend so I can
breathe."

I stepped back on my shaky legs and brought Scott's body up and laid him
straight on the coffee table with his feet on the floor.  He sucked in deep
breaths of air.  He looked hot as hell, lying there like that with cum all
over his face and his body glistening with sweat.  I knelt down between his
knees and began sucking his cock to drain him.  He moaned. I rose up and
leaned up over him to lick the cum off his face. It was interesting, the
difference in the taste of our cum.  I got a lot of it gathered up in my
mouth then I kissed him.  He accepted the kiss and eagerly responded to it.

I pulled him to his feet and steadied him.

"I don't know if I can make to the shower on my own power," he said.

"How do you think you're going to be able to handle Tim and Shawn
together?" I asked, laughing.

"You get them together for me, I'll manage," he said determinedly.

"You are going to make a wonderful and beautiful slut," I said.

My legs were unsteady too, and we helped each other into the shower.  I was
drained and totally content.  I realized that I hadn't even wished that the
boys were there.

				  The End