Date: Fri, 13 Oct 2000 08:12:47 EDT
From: m yonge <myonge@hotmail.com>
Subject: Br. Pat Part 4

The usual 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 4

I had been in "counselling" with Br. Pat for about 2 months.  We were into
everything during that time. He was so good at sucking me off. He knew just
how to move his mouth over my cock head to make me want to scream out it
felt so good.

He was quite big himself with a thick solid 8.5 inch rod of steel as I
called it.

He tried to fuck me a few times but I found it too painful.

So we worked at it for a while. Each time we met he would finger my ass,
slowly working a finger in and with a gente rythm sliding it in and out.  I
wanted so much to please him, and yet at first it did not feel that good, I
found it quite uncomfortable.  I was trying it at home as well.  As time
went on though I found that as he worked his finger in my ass he would also
work on my cock with his other hand and I was feeling so good with that,
that having him there was feeling better and better.  After a couple weeks
we would after our foreplay, necking and sucking his tongue into my mouth
and carressing each other's bodies all over start with what I was calling
the "finger exercises"

One night he had me lay on my back with my knees up.  He lubricated his
finger and gently slid it in.  Then as he smiled down at me working my cock
he pushed as far in as he could and hit somethin that he hadn't touched
before.  It sent an electric shock up my cock!  I groaned out loud.  He
laughed softly "And that's your prostrate"

"OOOhhhnnn WOW Brother Pat that felt incredible" I moaned.

I noticed at that point that my ass was feeling a little "fuller" and I
mentioned it to him.

"That's because I have 2 more fingers in there tonight."  He whispered.  He
was stroking my prostrate and I was moaning in ecstacy now, and shortly was
spurting cum all over my chest.  "OOOOhhhnnnn fuck that feels so good"

"I think we're almost ready for this again Mike.  But I going to let you
'do' me first so you know how it feels from the 'giving end'".

I was somewhat smaller, just over 7 inches.  It wasn't long after my first
orgasm that I was hard again just thinking about entering him.  He worked
my cock, sucking and stroking and licking until I was writhing and begging
him to take me.  He then lathered it down first with his hot mouth again
and then with some gel.  Laying down on his back he directed me up on my
knees between his legs.  I was so hard by now it hurt, I could feel my
pulse throbbing in my cock.  He raised his legs over my shoulders and I
moved in closer sliding my knees under his ass a bit.  Then first
tentatively, and then adding more pressure as I worked I guided my cock
into his waiting hole.  I was able without too much trouble to get into
him.  We moaned in unison as I slide past the sphincter muscle and then
right in. It felt so good to feel my cock sliding into his ass, with him
groaning for me to pump him, and then as I started to move in and out, to
pump him harder and harder. He was such an amazing ride.

I came inside him with a shout!  feeling my cock exploding it's hot cum
inside this man that I was loving more and more each time we met.

I collapsed forward on top of him and lay there for a moment panting for
breath... when I felt his cock pulsing underneath me.  I gently pulled out
of my man and still kneeling there leaned forward and fucked my face on his
gorgeous rod.  I was so hot for a feed of his precious cum.  Sucking hard
as I bobbed up down on his piece I was soon rewarded as my mouth was filled
with his delicious man juices.  He held my head his fingers roaoming
through my hair as he groaned out his love for me.

"Ohhhh Mike I love you so much, You are making me so happy"


But as I was saying this one night about two months into our "sessions" I
was off to see him

(My parents were happy that I was so interested in spendng time with the
"good brother" being the youngest in the family they had hopes for me to go
into the priesthood, so they encouraged me to visit with Br Pat.  The
priest was encouraging it too because he could see I had obviously been
cured!!!)

Sorry about the little aside there...

Any way I arrived at his quarters, only to find that he had company!  It
was another priest, or brother.  My heart sank .... no session tonight!!!!

I was invited in and introduced to the other brother; Br.Charles.He was
about the same age as Br. Pat.

I decided I would only stay for a few minutes and then leave

We talked for a few minutes, you know weather and such. How was I doing in
school and the like. I was looking at Bro Patrick but he wasn't really
giving me any signals.

Br. Charles was a good looking man... about 5'8" not tall, slender build,
but not skinny.  He was dressed in a well fitting tshirt and snug jeans.

I found out that he had gone to the same seminary as Br Patrick at the same
time.  He had been in the area on his way out west so he decided to drop in
to see his friend, who invited him to stay for a few days.

I was even more discouraged when I heard that because it probably meant no
"counselling " until this guy left.

I stayed a polite period of time, about 10 minutes, and made to leave when
Br.  Patrick made the off hand comment

"Mike here has been coming to me for counselling for the last couple
months...I think we are making real progress"

I froze!!!! What was he doing?????

The obviousquestion had to be asked.  Br. Charles looked from me to
Patrick, and asked "Really?  Are you having some problems?"

I didn't know what to say. So I only mumbled something like "Yeah but Br
patrick has been helping me"

Then to my horror Br. Patrick said without so much as hesitation. "Mike
here is 'struggling' with homosexual 'desires'."

I was almost in tears and could feel that I was probably beet red with
embarrassment, when I heard him say:

"Now Charles you have some experience in dealing with this don't you?"

Putting his hand on my shoulder he said softly... "Charles here taught me
everything I know."

I looked up to see Br Charles grinning at me. "Well if this is a normal
counselling session maybe you wouldn't mind if I sat in and see if Br.
Patrick here has remembered what I taught him."

I couldn't believe my ears or my eyes.  Br. Patrick was already getting out
of his clothes and before I knew it Br. Charles had his tshirt off and was
fumbling with the clasp on his jeans. He was quite a bit of hair on his
chest, leading down his torso.

Br. Patrick came over to me and with a soft kiss on my lips said, "Come
along my precious altar boy ... we are going to counsel you."

With that he started undressing me ... by now I had a raging hardon as did
he.  Br. Charles was already stroking my pants where my hardon was showing
through..... I thought I was going to die in ecstacy. My pants came down
quickly and I stood naked before them.  We were all naked with erections
swollen and throbbing.

Br. Pat had me lay down on the bed

Charles was not tall but had a beautiful 7.5 to 8 inch hard swollen
throbbing cock.  He too got on the bed and straddled me presenting his rod
to my mouth for some work.  He tasted so delicious.... I couldn't get
enough of him.  At the same time Br.  Patrick was sucking away at my aching
rod. I was feeling so goooood, two beautiful cocks here just for me. Two
beautiful men who wanted nothing more than tofill me with sexual ecstacy.

I could feel myself building to an explosion into Br. Patricks mouth when
he suddenly stopped.  We rearranged ourselves.  Br. Patrick wanted me to
show Br.  Charles how I could "Ride him to glory" Br. Patrick got on his
hands and knees, Br. Charles lay under him and started sucking his cock
while Br. Pat was sucking on him. I slathered my already wet and aching
cock with gel and slid it into Br.  Pat's hot waiting cock hole.  I was
soon 'riding' to one of the most glorious orgasms I have ever experienced.
We all came about the same time collapsing together in a mass of arms and
legs and bodies intertwined, groaning in what just felt sooooo good.....

We lay together for some time... kissing and hugging and after about a half
hour we were all again so aroused that we started all over again,
Br. Charles wanting to be fucked by me ...

This time though, Br. Patrick said to me, "Mike it is time for you." I
looked at hime with apprehension first at his face then at his huge
manhood, being fingered was one thing that that "thing" was bound to hurt.
"Now just relax for me" He said softly, "we are going to do this with you
distracted, but you will soon see what extreme pleasure this is going to
be."

Br. Charles kneeled before me begging me to take him.  I was so aroused and
came up behind him. As I was entering his hot ass I reached forward to
stroke his beautiful rigid member.  I groaned with pleasure as I felt my
cock being enveloped by his hot body.  It was then I could feel Br. Patrick
slowly guiding his massive rod into mine.  At first I felt a burning pain
shoot through my ass as he applied more pressure, but the pain combined
with the pleasure I was feeling inside Br. Charles seemed to work together.
Br. Pat work slowly bit by bit... entering a bit and waiting and then a bit
more. I started moving in and out of Br. Charles more vigourously and that
movement caused Br. Pat to slide right in.  By know I was no longer feeling
pain but an intese desire to be filled with this man, my lover's hot sperm.
I WAS ready for him!  I was soon groaning for him to continue, to fuck me
harder.

When we had spent ourselves, Br. Patrick and I worked on Br. Charles
together kissing and sucking and exploring his body as he lay there in
groaning ecstacy.  We had him cum over himself and then we licked up his
delicious manjuices from him.  I still get hot thinking about that night.

I went home late that night, explaining something about a bible study to my
parents, and that Br. Patrick wanted to see me a couple more nights that
week.

_____________________________


A few weeks after Br. Charles had been in town we both began to notice that
Father Maurice had been making some rather pointed comments about concern
for our relationship and that by now I should be cured.  We both got a
little scared and decided that we would cut our "counselling " sessions
down to once a week.

Br. Patrick talked to the Father and told him that indeed for all intents
and purposes I was "cured" but that I seemed to need a friend and mentor to
help me through this difficult time of my life, and since I didn't have a
lot of friends in school, I had seemed to have "clicked " with him as a
friend.  He also mentioned that I was showing real interest in the
Franciscan order as a vocation and he didn't want to discourage that, so
that most of our sessions of late had been about the order..... ( NOT!!!! )

Father Maurice seemed tobe happy with that, and just cautioned him to be
careful

"You know howpeople talk these days"

Br. Patrick assured him that he would be very careful. I think that was the
only truthful thing he said the father that day. I hated the new
arrangement but I didn't want to lose "my" Br. Patrick

If nothing else the new arrangement drew us closer together, and I would be
so horny by the time I got to his apartment that I would fairly run up the
stairs into his arms.

We decided that if we could only meet once a week it could be on Wednesday
night... That was Father Maurice's bingo night and it ran from 7 to 11 and
since he had to setup and cleanup later he was never back to the manse
before midnight.

I would throw my arms around Br. Pat and we would start a sort of
ritual. We would start kissing with our tongues exploring and probing and
dancing together as our hands carressed each others back and explored each
other 's bodies.

Then Br.  Patrick would start kissing down my neck as he unbuttoned my
shirt working his way down my chest and nipples and torso with his kisses
as my shirt opened up, until he was on his knees before me.

I would throw off my shirt while he undid my jeans and lowered them to the
floor for me to step out of....my cock by now would be raging with my
desire for him and he would slowly start licking and sucking my rod through
the material of my underwear... making me groan in ecstacy.  Then he would
lower my underwear and take my swollen oozing manhood into his mouth
sucking and moving up and down on it, bringing me to the edge of an
explosion of lust.  By know my knees were buckling and I would be groaning
for more.

Br. Patrick would now stop, get up and pick me up and carry me to the bed,
my arms aroundhis neck, kissing him as we went.  We would lay down on the
bed for a while continuing the heavy necking, and groping.  We would
mutally jerk each other again to the point of almost cumming and then we
would ease off again.

With Br. Pat laying on his back I would then move down and bury my face in
his crotch. sucking on his balls gently taking one at a time into my mouth,
massaging it gently with my tongue. Br.  Patrick would be groaning out loud
by now.  I would slowly work my way from his sack back up to his rod
nibbling and licking my way up it to that glorious head, sucking off the
fluids that had presented themselves there.

I would then make his head very wet with my mouth and straddling his body,
I would position my ass over that massive rock hard manhood and slide it
into my ass, rising and falling in a steady rythm on his meat, until with a
scream he would explode his hot cum inside my body.  When he was spent, I
would collapse in his arms and we would lay there for a while enjoying each
other's warmth. After a while I would remove myself from him, he would then
sit up and start to work on my little man, bringing it almost to orgasm
with his hot succulent mouth.

Then he would get on his hands and knees and I would mount him and go for a
glory ride on my bucking bronco...... WHooping as I felt my jism filling
his ass.

Those Wednesdays were something I will never forget.