Date: Wed, 06 Dec 2000 23:56:43 -0500 From: m yonge Subject: Brother Pat 9 final episode As with previous episodes, this story is intended for adult audiences only. If you are under the age of majority please leave now. This story contains sexually explicit consensual contact between and man and a teenage boy. Well folks we come to the final episode of Br. Pat. I'm sorry I need to bring it to an end.. for now. I hope you have enjoyed the story as much as I have enjoyed writing it. I may at some later date pick Mike's story up again as he goes to school, but for now as they say all good things must come to an end. Thank you for all you friendly letters and encouragement as we progressed through the story Br. Pat Episode 9 As we drove away from the school and out of town both Br. Pat and myself seemed to be deep in our own thoughts, and said very little as we headed toward the interstate. I was still trying to get my head around having to say good bye to Paul, thinking about all the things we had done together this past week. Br. Pat finally broke the silence and asked me what I thought about the week. Would I still be interested in going there and joining the order that coming Fall. We talked about Paul, and what had happened this week with him. We talked about my having to leave Br. Pat in the Fall. The thought of that made me uncomfortable. So many things were starting to happen in my life. I loved Br. Pat and the thought of leaving him behind brought a rush of emotion to me causing tears to rise in my eyes. Br. Pat glanced at me, as I brushed the tears away. "You ok Mike?" "Yeah, was just thinking about having to leave you this Fall Pat, I'm not sure I can" Br. Pat pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned to me, taking my hand. "Let's not worry about that now ok? We still have several months together and we will make the best of it. We love each other and that won't change will it?" "Life is filled with change Mike, we all have good-byes to say, but with every 'good-bye' there in another 'hello'. And this week you met Paul so if he goes to the school as well you won't be going to the school not knowing anyone." We held each other close for several minutes before Br. Pat softly said.... "Tonight it will be just you and I my love, we will share our love together tonight." He put the car back in gear and we headed up the highway toward the Canadian border and Montreal, our overnight stop. My hand was resting on his leg. The rest of the drive up to Montreal was pretty uneventful... both of us were deep in thought and were not inclined to talk much. Br. Pat for most of the drive had his hand resting on mine and would occasionally squeeze it and smile over at me. But no words were exchanged and we merely drove on stopping only for lunch at a little greasy spoon just north of the Canadian border. I guess we both knew that we needed a time to our own thoughts to unwind. We arrived in the Montreal area late in the afternoon and checked into a motel on what Br. Pat called the South Shore. After checking in we went for supper. When we came back to the room, as I closed the door behind me, Br. Pat took me into his arms and kissed me. He moaned his love for me as his tongue probed my lips for entrance. I melted into his arms, he had to hold me up and he half walked me, half dragged me over to the bed. Our hands were all over each other. We were in a frenzy of lust and desire as we tore at each other's clothes. "Ohhnnnn Pat I missed having just you so much this week. I want you, I want you to make love to me all night. I want to feel you body on me and in me and all over me .... I just want you so much!!!". Br. Pat lay me down on the bed and started exploring my body as if he had never seen it before. He kissed me deep, our tongues dancing together. He gently fucked my mouth with his tongue as his hand found my raging rod. He slowly, gently, softly started stroking it, smearing the precum that was by now flowing freely, as I moaned my pleasure. My hands were on his back at first holding him to me as if I was afraid he would leave. Then I moved one hand to his chest gently pinching at his nipples and revelling in the feel of his chest hairs on the back of my hand... with the other hand I found his beautiful manhood, hard and ready for me. I surrounded his swollen precummed cockhead with the palm of my hand sliding my hand over the top of the head. Br. Pat jerked at my touch and groaned loudly. "Oooohhnnn man that feels so good Mike" I moved my hand to stroke his huge rod it's full length. It felt so good to have him in my hand again. Br. Pat started kissing my neck and then slowly moved down my body with his kisses, stopping to suckle my nipples before continuing on down to my eagerly waiting and straining cock, which he was still gently stroking. My mind and body screamed with the anticipation of his hot mouth swallowing my rod into his throat. As he slowly opened his mouth and slid his hot moist lips over my cockhead, I thought I would pass out. "OOHHHN FUCK PAT!!!!" I groaned loudly. The pleasure of it was more than I could bare. I pushed his head down over my cock, groaning out loud with the ecstasy of the heat and suction of his mouth and I, overwhelmed by the moment released myself into his mouth with an explosion of love. I could not control the flow, my cock jerked wildly in his mouth filling it and his throat with my hot, liquid love. "Ohhnnnn Brother Pat" I cried, tears of pleasure streaming down my face, "I wanted it to last so much longer"... "I couldn't control it, I just couldn't..." my voice faded to a whisper. Brother Pat moved up beside me and pulled the covers over us and we nestled into each other. "That's ok my precious boy" he whispered "Your love is so clear to me, to feel you cum in my mouth is so wonderful, I love you, my Mikel." It felt delicious to be held by this strong man, and have him whispering his love to me; my Bro. Pat. We lay quietly for a while, then slowly I once again found his cock, I lay with my head on his chest watching my hand slowly and gently moving up and down on his hard piece. Br Pat was obviously aroused by this and I noticed that I was quickly recovering as well, my cock clearly swelling up as I lovingly serviced my man. After a few minutes I manoeuvred my self to suck on his nipples which were hard, my tongue teasing them. I then started to move down toward his cock kissing and enjoying his body as I went, never stopping in my slow manipulation of his cock which was once again oozing precum freely. Br. Pat was groaning his pleasure encouraging me on. "OOOoohhhnnn Mike this feels so good, Ohhhnnn I never want it to end, I love you so much my boy!" when I arrived finally at the focus of my attention, I licked and sucked the precum from the tip of his enormous cockhead, then in one quick move, I sucked his cock into my mouth. Br. Pat sucked in his breath sharply and arched his back to meet me "Ohhhnnn FUCK!!!" He muttered.... I started to fuck my mouth on his cock swirling my tongue around it as I move up and down. He tasted so delicious. The odour of his body was intoxicating, the response from my Br. Pat forced me on as he moaned out his mounting excitement. In position I was laying in a kind of curled up position with my knees up toward his head. As I was working on that beautiful manhood filling my mouth, he was caressing my body his one hand working toward my ass. I straightened out a bit to give him more access, feeling his fingers working at the entrance of my hole, and then in, first one finger massaging inside then two starting a slow finger fuck. By now I was totally aroused and hot for him again. Just when I could feel and hear that he was about to cum, I released my mouth from his swollen throbbing member and moved up to straddle him, with my ass poised over this hot pile driver. I lowered myself onto my lovers love maker feeling him fill my ass. I felt I had gone to heaven. It felt so good to have him there. Br. Pat groaned his ecstasy as I started to move up and down on him. I knew it would not be long before I would feel his cum boiling into my body. He took hold of my cock and started jerking me his eyes tight shut and his head rolling back and forth as he was overwhelmed in the pleasure of the moment. Suddenly he started to moan "OOOoooohhhnnn Mike... OHHNNNN MIKE !!!! .... OOOOHHHHNNNN FUCK YEAH OHHHNNN FUCK!!!", and I felt his cock start to pulse as his hot love filled me up. His hips were shooting up and down rapidly as though he couldn't get far enough into me. In his frenzy he grabbed my hips and forced them down as he came up with his. The whole effect was one of feeling his cock driving hard and furious further up my ass than I had ever had it before. I grunted out loud as I felt his cock driving into me and his hot cum exploding in my bowels. When he was finally spent I sat there on his slowly diminishing manhood for a few moments feeling it slide down and out.... then I collapsed forward on my lover's chest. Br. Pat worked the covers over us and presently I fell asleep. The next morning, I called home to let my parents we were on our way home and when to expect us. I talked for a few moments answering their questions about the week, and was I alright? We checked out and went for breakfast. Leaving the south Shore we headed across the Champlain Bridge up the Decarie Expressway and then out toward Ontario, Ottawa and home. It would be a long day. Br. Pat seemed to be deep in thought throughout the day, and didn't say too much. I sat watching the miles roll away. Every once in a while Br. Pat would drop his hand to the seat and find mine and we would sit for a while with our fingers entwined, just enjoying each other's presence. It felt so good to be alone with this wonderful man. We stopped again at the roadside picnic area that we had stopped at just a week earlier. We walked down the path again hand in hand enjoying the coolness of the spring and the closeness of each other. Well in, down the path I kneeled before my Pat and pleasured him with my mouth. I revelled in the delicious aroma of his musk as my mouth slid down his massive rod. He smelled and tasted so good, I couldn't get enough of my man. Br. Pat groaned as I sucked up and down on his cock. "Ohnnn Mike I love you, I love you so much" As he came closer to his climax he held my head and moved his hips back and forth fucking my face hard. I could feel my own cock swelling and aching for release. "Ooohhhnnn Mike don't ever forget my love for you" he groaned. He sucked in his breath as I felt and tasted the first of several shots of his hot cum exploding into my mouth. I continued on my knees for several moments more as I sucked the last of the cum from my lover. He lifted me gently to my feet and tenderly kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth and tasting what was left his cum there. we held each other closely for several minutes, my head resting on his shoulder. "I love you so much Pat" I whispered. "I know you do and I love you" he replied "No matter what happens to us don't ever forget that" I looked up at him to see he was crying, tears coursing down his cheeks. He looked at me and hugged me close and then said we should head back to the car. We walked back slowly each with an arm around the other's waist. The rest of the trip was pretty uneventful except for one more stop at another rest stop at the side of the highway. "Mike we need to stop, I want to taste you one more time before we get home" Br. Pat blurted out. "I've been thinking about you and your cock and your cum and I am so horny right now" he continued "I want you right now!" I laughed and as we stopped threw my arms around him. "I'm yours man you got me!!" The parking lot was out of sight of the traffic going by. Br. Pat and I moved to the back seat and he lay on me at first kissing me passionately. I was getting hotter and harder buy the second, wanting him so much. He sat back and loosened my belt and jeans and lowered them and my shorts to reveal my now huge aching hardon. I just moaned with delight as he first kissed it up and down the length of my shaft. Then starting at the ball sac he licked the full length of my cock over and over again. It felt so intense, I thought I was going to cum right then. I groaned for him to go on, my fingers caressing through his hair as I held on to his head. "Ooohhnnn Yeah Pat that is sooooo gooood..... Oooohhhnn fuck I can't stand it !!!! " He took my cockhead into his mouth and sucked the precum that was now flowing freely out of it. I was holding his head by now and writhing in ecstasy moaning for more. I started to move my hips up and down as he swallowed my cock down into his mouth. I screamed as he slid down my cock. It felt so good. It was not long after he started bobbing up and down on my that felt the cum rising up my rod. "Oooohhnnnn Pat" I shouted "I'm cumming" He sucked and moved even harder and seconds later I was pumping hot cum into his mouth, groaning loudly in my pleasure. He continued sucking hard until I could stand it no longer, my cock super sensitive to his touch. He looked up at me when he was done, and smiled. I sat up and he kissed me deeply holding me close, repeating his love for me as fervently as he had earlier that day. I got dressed, we got back into the car and continued on our way home. As we approached town, I heard Br. Pat mutter "What does he want?... I'm not speeding" I looked back to see the flashing lights of a patrol car behind us, as Br. Pat pulled over. We neither said anything as we waited for the officer to come to the car. Br. Pat rolled down the window. "Br. Patrick Shaughnessy?" "Yes sir" Br Pat replied "Step out of the car please" Br. Pat sounded a little surprised at that as he was ready to merely hand over his license. "I beg your pardon?" He asked "Step out of the car please sir" At this point I noticed another patrol car had pulled in ahead of us and another officer was approaching the car. Br. Pat got out of the car and was immediately turned around to face it with the officer handcuffing him and announcing that he was under arrest. "PAT!!!" I shouted and got out of the car to run over to him. The other officer stopped me and said I should go with him. "Don't worry son" he said "He won't be hurting you or any other boys again for a long time" "Hurt me??? What do you mean hurt me?" I blurted as I tried to get back to Br. Pat, who by now was being put into the first Patrol car. "Pat!!!" I shouted "Pat!!!" He looked up at me with a look of such torment and sadness I burst into tears The officer put his arm around me and led me to his patrol car. "He never hurt me" I blubbered "I love him and he loves me" The officer put me in the back seat and didn't say anything. He drove in silence to the Police Station. Inside we were met by my parents and Father Andrew. I was so confused, I couldn't understand. "Mom, Dad, what's happening? They've arrested Br. Pat? Why?" Dad didn't say anything, he just stared at me, Mom came and hugged me. Father Andrew moved over and quietly said "Mikel I'm so sorry I didn't realize what he was doing to you, I would have stopped it earlier" "What are you talking about?" I said At this point the officer that had driven me came up and asked me to go with him. "Mike we need to ask you some questions and get statement from you" I looked questioningly first at him then at my Dad. Dad said gruffly "Mikel go with him and tell him what Br. Pat has been doing to you, we all know what has been going on, you just need to make it official" The longest and most horrific night of my young life had begun. It was slowly sinking in, somehow they had found out about our relationship and I was expected to make a statement against my beloved Pat. How could I do that, I loved him? This was impossible. I looked to Mom for some support and then to Father Andrew, but they all just stared at me. The officer put his hand on my shoulder and led me away. As we were about to enter the interrogation room I saw Br. Pat at the end of the hallway being led away. I shouted as loudly as I could.... "Pat, PAT I LOVE YOU!!!" He looked back and gave me a smile and disappeared around the corner. In the room was another officer, a woman I hadn't ever met and a moment later Father Andrew. I was motioned to sit in a chair across the table from these people. By now I was shaking and tears were coursing down my face. Before anyone could say anything I turned to Father Andrew, "Ohhnn Father you can't let them hurt him, I love him and he loves me, he never hurt me... he never ever hurt me" I sobbed. "Please let me go talk to him, don't do anything to him... I just love him" For the next hour or so (it seemed like an eternity) they in turn grilled me and admonished me and pleaded with me to "see reason" "Br. Pat couldn't have loved me" they said "He was just using you for personal gratification" "He is a predator" The woman in the group turned out to be a Psychologist brought in by the church to try to tell me that I wasn't really gay, just confused and that with some counselling and therapy I would be cured. She describe Br. Pat as a man that preyed on young boys. she was describing a man I didn't know. I tried to tell them what a wonderful man Pat was to me, but they didn't want to hear it. Finally as they were trying to tell me that a grown man should not be having relationships with a young boy such as myself, I countered with a question of my own. "If a man of Pat's age were to start going out with a girl my age about 17, I'll bet she would not be sitting here in this room with you people tonight would she? No, you know she wouldn't be, because if a man loves a woman or a girl of my age, that is considered normal" by now I was standing and shouting... "but because it is a man and a boy we need the police and a shrink and a priest to try to convince me that Pat and I are sick and evil." Father Andrew touched my arm but I brushed him away and they let me talk. "Br Pat was good to me, he loves me and I love him, I want to spend the rest of my life with him. He never hurt me and he never did anything to me that I didn't want him to do. I won't sign any of your statements! I love him! I will always love him!" I sank back into my chair sobbing, exhausted. "I want to see my Pat" No one said anything for several moments. "Well son" said one of the officers "I'm afraid that you cannot see Br. Pat I for one don't believe you, as a matter of fact I think you are as much involved in this as your Br. Pat, you see we have a phone call that puts Br. Pat and You raping another young man!" He stood up and approached me putting his face close to mine; "What do you have to say about that?" Fear gripped me I didn't know what to say. "What are you talking about?" I wanted to get away, but he held me down in my chair with hands on my shoulders. "Now we're going to do some serious talking kid" He growled. "We know about last week at the roadside park. The kid you two hit on told his parents and they called us, Your in deep shit kid, you're not getting out of this and neither is your precious Br. Patrick" "The dear Brother has already confessed" he continued, "so you might as well too" My mind was reeling, he wouldn't do that! What was this man saying? What had Br. Pat said to them. I looked up at Father Andrew, almost imperceptibly I thought I saw him shake his head slightly. The officer saw me look and snarled at me "The Church isn't going to save you here kid" Then turning to Father Andrew he said "You'd better leave Father this is out of your realm." Father Andrew just looked at him and replied "No thank you I'll stay." The Psychologist made a comment about not being too rough, which only got a sneer from the officer. "This little snot here is playing with the big boys now, he's no better than the other bastard, they're both going down," Turning again to me "And you can go down easy or hard whatever you like but you're going down yah little fag." Interpreting Father Andrew's motion as support I decided I would not say anything nor answer this man's questions. I was terrified as he fired questions at me about the kid we met in the roadside park, about my relationship with Br. Pat. I just sat there with my head bowed and said nothing. "Mikel" said the woman "Your Br. Pat is not the good man that you think he is, we need to do something before he hurts someone else. We need you to tell us what he did to you" I shouted at them all "I WON'T, I WON'T DO ANYTHING TO HURT HIM! I love him and he loves me, and I don't believe you that he said anything. I could never do anything to hurt him and I WON'T!" "I want to go home" "I want to see Pat" I sobbed "Just leave me alone!" The officer responded to this by grabbing me and screaming in rage that I was going to be in jail for a long time if I didn't confess. He was getting angrier and more abusive, until finally another man came in and called him away out of the room. We could hear some arguing and shouting outside the door. I could make out something about what was being shouted. Something about "the other ... fag ... testify ... neither will this one." and "...we can't ... charges ... testimony" I looked up at Father Andrew, who returned a small smile but said nothing. We sat quietly for a while longer, then the door opened and the original officer came in and said: "You may go Mikel, but you will be called back in probably on Monday, so don't go anywhere" Father Andrew got up as I did and we walked out to the hall together. I looked up at the clock, it was 1:45 in the morning. I looked for my parents but they were no where to be found, the officer at the desk told Father Andrew that my parents had asked for him to bring me home. He nodded and led me out to the his car. I was so tired, but I needed to talk to someone that I thought might listen to me. "Father," I started as we headed toward my home; "What's going to happen to Br. Pat?" "I don't know Mike" he sighed "Father, Br. Pat is a good man, he wouldn't hurt anyone you know" "Mikel he lied to me about you and him, he was doing things with you that he knew the church considers sin, and I think that you know that too, don't you Mike" "Yeah... but..." "No Mike, no buts... Br. Pat knew he was wrong and taking you with him in his sin made it even worse, I think I have enough of an understanding of how you feel about him but he did know better, and he has hurt you in the process." "But ... Father..." "Mike I will do everything I can to keep both of you out of jail, but Br. Pat will have to answer for his actions, that I can't avoid." "Mike I will accept that you love him and for the sake of argument that he loves you. I want to help you with this and I will do anything I can to help you, but you have to at least recognise that you have sinned ... if not in being gay then by being dishonest with me and you parents." "I know times are changing and there is an openness toward homosexuality even in the church and I will try to be open as well. But I'm afraid it has to be, and will be over for you and Br. Pat, if we can avoid jail for him I know that the church will move him." I was sobbing quietly, Father Andrew put his hand on my shoulder to comfort me. "Mike I'm so sorry that you are caught in the middle of this, and I'm sorry you have been hurt." "Ohhn Father I love him so much," I sobbed "I can't bear to be parted from him" "I know son" he said softly "but I'm sure you will find another love, you must." I looked at him, and we turned into the driveway... "Will you please tell Br. Pat that I love him?" Father Andrew said nothing, but walked to the house with me. Mom met us at the door, thanked Father Andrew and led me inside. "You'd better get to bed" she said softly, "We'll talk in the morning." I fell quickly into a fitful sleep, my mind was alive with visions of what I had gone through earlier that night. That night I dreamt of my lover my Br. Pat. He came to me in the night. I saw him walking out of his prison cell with his arms out to me. "My dear dear Mike" he said as I melted into his arms. The scene, as often happens in dreams, changed suddenly and we were in my room. I knew in an instant that we were alone. Br. Pat slowly undressed me, kissing my face and lips and eyes and neck as he unbuttoned my shirt, sliding it off my shoulders. His hands went to my chest as we continued to kiss, my tongue being sucked into his mouth and his mine. I could feel the action of his thumbs and fingers on my nipples, squeezing them. My body was alive with sensation as he caressed my chest and abdomen, moving ever downward to my now aching straining rod. I could feel his hands unbuckle my pants and while my eyes were closed in my dream It was as if I was hovering above the scene watching this beautiful man making love to me. I was feeling every movement that he made with my body and at the same time watching him do it from above. My mind was whirling with the sexual tension that I was experiencing. My pants were now down and off me, I had nothing on underneath and my cock sprang out to be greeted by the gentle caress of his warm hands. He stroked me softly with one hand as the other cupped my ballsack and gently massaged them, as only Br. Pat could do. I was groaning with pleasure, feeling the desire for him rising in my cock. He moved his mouth now down my neck and then torso toward my throbbing member, I could feel myself quivering with anticipation, moaning out my pleasure. He was naked himself and I could see his beautiful body as he worked his way down. I watched as he sucked my cock into his mouth. I sucked in my breath sharply at the feeling. He moved up and down rapidly on my cock sucking hard. It wasn't long before I heard myself relieving myself in his mouth with a loud cry.... "OOOOHHHHNNNN PAT!!!!" It was so loud I woke myself up. The image was gone.... the room was dark, and I was wet and sticky. Mom and Dad came in to the room. "Are you ok son?" "We heard you call out" I was trying to figure out myself what had happened. where was Pat? It was so real, and I wanted him so bad. In the emotion of the moment I started to sob. "I w-w-w-want him here , I want him so bad" I blubbered. I don't think I really knew what I was saying or I might have chosen my words more carefully, but they expressed the agony I was feeling right then. I continued as Mom sat on the bed. "I love him, I really do, Mom, Dad, and he loves me." "They want me to say bad things about him but I can't" I could see shock on Dads face and he just stood there for a moment. "Dad I never meant to hurt you guys, we just fell in love and I love him so much." Heading for the door, he turned and said to me, "Son I do want to help you and I want to understand but I don't know how." "Dad please believe me, he didn't hurt me, he is the kindest man I've ever met, and I know he loves me." I looked pleadingly at him. "I know that you believe that son but when a grown man in his position does with a young boy what he did with you while you were going through what that time of trouble after you ran away, that, is taking advantage, and that's wrong." "Dad" I reached out to him "Dad, he didn't do anything that I didn't want him to." I sank back sobbing again With that he left the room. Nothing much more was said between us that day or the rest of the week. We went back to police station on Monday morning and got to see Br. Pat briefly. since no one seemed to want to lay any charges we were sent home. It was the last time I saw my Br. Pat. We looked over at each other, he smiled at me, and he was gone. I went about school and home in a daze. I wrote a letter to Paul telling him what had happened, my tears staining the pages as I wrote. How I wished he were here to talk to. How I wished my Br. Pat were here, I needed him so. On Wednesday I paid Father Andrew a visit, to see if he could tell me what happened to Br. Pat. He took the time to sit and talk to me and explain to me that Br. Pat had been removed because of our relationship. He explained to me the whys and the wherefores of Church politic in such issues. When I tried to tell him how Br. Pat and I felt about each other he shushed me, and other than to tell me that Br. Pat had tried to tell him the same things he said it would be better for me if I just forget Br. Pat and get on with my life. "We can get you some counselling if you like to help you deal with your homosexuality, but you will never see Br. Pat again." He said this quite firmly and then more gently; "Mike I know you are gay and I know that you will probably always be gay, and I will help you with that and certainly if you are still planning on going to school this fall we can set some counselling up for you there, but you must leave Br. Pat behind you, as he must you." I asked him to get a message to Br. Pat for me but he only said that he had no idea where he might be. He gently touched my shoulder and told me to go home. That night through my tears I begged God to bring my Br. Pat back to me, sobbing out my agony. "I love you Brother Pat"