Date: Wed, 04 Oct 2000 10:29:02 EDT
From: m yonge <myonge@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brother Pat - Part 3

Brother Pat a Fransiscan Monk is introduced into Mike's life

Disclaimer:

The following story depicts consensual m/m sex between adults and minors,
including priests and boys.

If you are under the age of eighteen or find this form of sexual activity
offensive, STOP HERE!

Mikel Yonge
myonge@hotmail.com

Chapter 3

Father Maurice had a long talk with me after I came back home to try to
find out why I had run away.  Without telling him about Mark and George, I
tried once again to tell him about my urges and frustrations he only told
me to forget about those urges and get myself a girl friend and be normal,
as though it was as simple as that.  He then gave me several acts of
penance for me to go through and told me to go home.

Shortly after this our parish got a "brother", a Fransican monk.  He was in
his twenties.  About 6' tall, dark complexion, black hair, bright blue
eyes.  I was in love, or at least in lust!!!  All I could imagine was what
he looked like under his robe. I would immediately try to shake the image
out of my mind, I knew it could never be. I knew that kind of thinking was
evil and I was sinning, and after what I had just been through, I didn't
want to make things worse.  I was so frustrated and terrified I was going
to burn in Hell.

Br. Patrick was a favourite amongst the kids.  He organized several
programs for children during the week mostly for younger kids.  He was also
trying to get to know the teens better, I think mainly to keep us from
leaving the church.  Not many of us were going to church very regularly
once we got into high school.
  My family was very religious and we all went at least once a week . Even
my brother Brad (although I knew he wasn't the least bit interested).  He
went to make mum happy.

Br. Patrick got a group of us together for discussion groups and gym nights
where we would play volley ball or games like that.  They were fun nights
and I would often go.  He was fun to be with, "Amazing," I used to think,
"for a priest "

One day I was in the church especially upset. I had had another confession
with Father Maurice and he gave me a gzillion hail marys amongst other
things.  He also told me that if I didn't stop this nonsense he was going
to go to my parents. I was in a panic, I had already caused enough turmoil
in my home without this being dumped on my parents.

After I left Father Maurice then I went to pray at the altar. While I was
there I noticed someone had knelt down beside me.  It was Br. Patrick.  He
had noticed how upset I was and that I was crying so he came to see if he
could help me.  I looked around, there were other people in the church and
I didn't want to say anything. He asked me to come to his office and tell
him what was so upsetting to me.

I slowly started telling him what I was going through and what Father
Maurice had told me. Tears were streaming down my face. He came over to me
and hugged me and softly told me it would all be ok.  He said that he would
talk to Father Maurice and asked if he could help me with some counselling.
Br. Patrick had a way about him that could just calm you right down.  I was
feeling so comfortable with him right then that I said ok.

We started meeting together a couple times a week.  The first night I went,
we talked about my running off and why I had done that.  We talked about
how I felt now.

Then he asked me just how I felt about men.  What was I feeling?  What did
I think about doing with men?  I told him about the magazines and how when
the other guys were fantasizing about the girls in the mags I was getting
excited about the men.  I told him about "The Dream" He sat there an
listened as I talked.  I told him how frustrated and scared I was and how I
didn't think I had anyone to turn to.  I told him that I didn't want to go
to Hell.  I started to sob quietly... embarrassed to be crying again in his
presence.  He took me into his arms and held me close.  "That's alright
Mike, that's alright" He whispered, "You don't have to worry any more,
you're safe with me, I'll take care of you."

You can always come to me when you need someone to talk to... or be with"
he added.

He told me he would take care of the Father Maurice for me.... and he would
like to see me again.  I felt so good in his arms so comforted.  He quietly
said I should go home now and maybe I could see him again in a couple days.

I went home feeling as though a massive load had been lifted off my
shoulders.  Even my parents noticed when I got home that I was obviously
feeling a lot better than I had in a long time.  I told them I felt great
and that Br. Pat was terrific and that he wanted to keep counselling me for
a while.  Mum and Dad both thought that it would be a good idea as well and
when Brother Pat called them that evening to confirm a schedule for me and
him they were quite impressed and encouraged for me.

We were to meet two nights a week, as long as I kept up with my homework.

Br. Pat had a small apartment on the top floor at the back of the mance.
It was a sort of an add on that had been built into and out of the attic of
the mance.  It was accessed by an outside stairway on the back of the
building.

On Wednesday evening around supper he called to tell me to just come on up
to his apartment rather than the office, "It'll be a little more convenient
and we won't be disturbed by the phone and stuff."  He explained.  I
thought nothing of it and didn't even mention it to my parents.  My
homework complete I hurried over the the mance and up the back stairs.

Br Pat let me in and gave me a hug as I stepped into the apartment.  He was
dressed less formally than normal... no robe just a nicely fitting Tshirt
and jeans.

"Hi Mike, how have you been doing?"  He said as he put his arm over my
shoulder and led me into the living room.

"Great Br Pat, just great since I talked to you last" I replied happily

"Thats good" he said "I'm glad to see I'm helping already"

We both sat down on the couch.

"Now Mike," He started "Tonight I want to get you to tell me some things
about how you feel.  Some of these things might be a little embarrassing
but I want you to know that whatever you tell me here stays here and you
don't have to be embarrassed about anything we say or do here.  I may be a
monk but I have seen and heard it all and have counselled other boys with
your "problem" ok?

"I'm here for you and I here to help you" With that he put his hand on my
leg just above my knee and gave it a squeeze and smiled at me.

I was totally at ease with this man.  His touch sent an electrical current
through me.

It felt so comforting to know I could talk to someone without being judged,
someone that actually seemed to care.

I just nodded and he started.  "Mike I need to know, have you ever done
anything with another man or boy."  I looked up at him with a start.. his
eyes looking right through me.  I could feel the blood rushing to my face,
and the tears filling my eyes.  I said nothing just stared at him, my head
pounding.

He put his hands on my shoulders, "Mike what's wrong?? What's the matter?
You can tell me, I'm not here to condemn you, I want to help you, what's
wrong?"

Once again I started to sob and the tears flowed, as he drew to him in his
arms.  "It's ok man" he whispered " You can tell me" " I won't tell anyone"

"It isn't that, it was just so bad, so awful" I wailed.  Then I slowly told
him about Mark and George and what they and done and tried to do and how I
had escaped.

He listened quietly not saying a word holding me the whole time to him, my
head on his shoulder and his arms around me.

I begged him not to tell anyone not even my parents.  I didn't want them to
know.

"Mike" he said "What is said here and hat goes on here is between you and
me and no one else" "I have no intentions of reporting on you to anyone"

"You can trust me Mike ... I only want you to be happy" He hugged me again
close his hand stroking up and down my back.  It felt so good to be in his
arms.

After I had calmed down some, he sat me up again and started to ask me some
more questions about myself.

All this was done in low calm tones. He made me feel so calm.  He was
sitting beside me on the couch, his hand sometimes on my shoulder,
sometimes on my arm or leg, but always touching me in a comforting sort of
way.  As we talked and he asked me about masturbating I must have really
blushed because he laughed softly and told me that it was ok.. I needn't be
embarrassed that most boys and men masturbated.

I don't know what came over me but as I admitted that yes, I did, I asked
him if he did.

"Yeah Mike I do" he said "I find it a relief for me ... because I too have
temptations I need to deal with."

"There is nothing wrong with it Mike, the Bible doesn't say anything about
it"


By now all this talk had made me horny as hell.  He asked me if I ever
masturbated with anyone else.  Again I must have blushed and he chuckled.
I admitted that I had with Stevie and the other boys a few times.  He sort
of looked hesitant at me before going on...  "That's alright too Mike" He
said softly "Nothin wrong with doing it with someone else"

Then he said "I would like to do it with you if you would like that" I felt
a wave of emotion although emotion doesn't seem like the right word, but
this enveloping feeling... the best feeling I have ever felt just come over
me, as I heard him say those words.  I nodded slowly.  We both stood up and
following his lead I undid my belt and fly and pulled my pants down.  When
I took my cock out it was already oozing precum.  Br. Patrick stared at my
cock and came closer to me, his own cock standing straight out so beautiful
and looking so huge then.  I stared back at his, and then up into his face.

Softly in a husky voice telling me to start stroking my cock. I was nervous
but started to stroke myself, as I watched him start to rub his fantastic
manhood.

"Would you like to touch me?" He asked softly

He took my hand and guided it over to his cock and told me to start
stroking it and he took mine. I almost collapsed. He pulled me closer to
him and held me up, softly telling me it would be ok.  We stood like this
for what seemed like a long time enjoying the incredible feeling of his
hand on my rod, and feeling that all was well now.  His cock felt so good
in my hand ...so strong, I could feel the pulse of blood flowing through
it.  He moaned softly that it felt so good as I gently stroked him.


After a bit he pulled back and suggested that we get completely undressed.
He then had me lay down on the couch and kneeling beside me, he looked into
my face and said "Mike I would really like to make you feel really good
right now" "If you let me I want to suck on your penis, would you let me do
that?"

By that point I would have let him do anything to me.  I nodded again and
he took my cock into his mouth. I saw Fireworks in my head as I felt his
hot mouth slide down my shaft, just like in "The Dream".

I almost immediately exploded my load down his throat, it came over me
before I had a chance to warn him.  It was like nothing I had ever felt
before even in the my dreams.  I groaned out loud... "Oooohhhnnnnn Brother
Pat!!! Th th th that is so good!!!"  My hands automatically reached down to
hold his head, as I sobbed and moaned out my pleasure.  I wanted it to
continue for ever.

This was nothing like what I had experienced with Mark.  With him it had
been like payment for him taking me in.  For George I had felt nothing.
But Brother Pat had approached me so gently and had led me to this so
lovingly, I could feel nothing but the most tremendous sense of well being
I had ever felt in my life.

When I had spent myself, he released his hot mouth from my rod and moved up
to kiss me.  I just allowed him to my eyes closed with the wonder and
ecstacy of what I had just experienced.  His tongue probed at my lips which
I opened to him.  The taste of my own cum and his mouth filling mine.  Our
tongues danced together for several minutes as my hands carressed his
muscular body.

He then asked me. "Mike it would make me so happy if you would do to me the
same as I just did to you.  Do you think you would want ot do that?"

I looked at him and I looked down at his beautiful cock which by now was
flowing precum.

"It's really not much different from masturbating together Mike, He said so
softly, his hand stroking the side of my face, "and it would make me feel
so good to have you do it, if you don't want to swallow my cum I can pull
out before"

"I think I would like to do it too Brother Pat, " I said slowly "I think I
would like it very much."

I got up from the couch and he lay down... his eyes closed as I took his
cock first in my hand and then directing my mouth to I sucked in the head
licking off the precum.  He jerked a bit as I mouthed him and let out a
moan. Then I slowly started to slide my mouth down his hard now throbbing
manhood.  He moaned again loudly, "OHHHHNNNNNnnnnn yeah Mike that feels
soooo gooood!!!"

A few seconds after his cock started sliding in an out of my mouth I was
choking on "holy cum" as he exploded with a shout into my mouth.  I gagged
on the load he gave me trying hard to swallow it down.  His hands were
carressing the back of my head as he moaned out his pleasure.

When there was no more, he pulled me up on the couch with him and we lay
there in each others arms for some time. Neither of us said much we just
lay there.  He kissed the top of my head and then we kissed for a while.

It must have been twenty minutes or so we lay like that, he said softly "We
better get up and get dressed, you have to get home"

We dressed silently, then looking at me as I prepared to leave, he said

"You see Mike, I'm gay too, I don't believe that it is wrong for us to love
another man."

He bowed his head "If you will have me, I think I love you, I certainly
want to keep seeing you and helping you through this."

"No one should have to walk through this 'gay problem' as 'THEY' call it,
alone.  I would like to walk through it with you Mike"

I ran to him and threw my arms around him sobbing again "Oh Brother Pat ...
I... I... I love you too so much!!"

"We just have to be careful " he cautioned "THEY would never understand"

I fairly floated home that night.  All was well.