Date: Sun, 29 Nov 2009 23:11:15 -0800 From: Oral Litener Subject: Father Frank and Nino Disclaimer: The people and events described here are completely fictional. This story involves sex between a young boy and an adult male, and graphically depicts an adult youth sexual situation. If this offends you, or if there are laws in your area prohibiting you from reading this type of story...you should go somewhere else. If you choose to stay and read, I hope you enjoy the story. If you enjoyed my story (or not), I would love to hear from you at orallite@inbox.com. ============================================================================ Father Frank and Nino When Tomas Hernan Garcia Castillo (everyone called him Nino) was old enough, he attended Catechism classes at his Catholic school in Heavenly, Arizona and eventually, perhaps because of his small stature and inability to play the rough games of his peers, religion became his primary interest. Soon Nino became as knowledgeable about the church and the bible as Sister Alice, the nun who taught his religion class in school. It was therefore no surprise when the just-turned 10 year old Nino announced to Sister Alice that he intended to become a priest. Two weeks later, when he arrived for his class with Sister Alice she sent him directly to Father Frank's office -- it is there that our story begins. Father Ignatious Frank, since being transferred to the St. Lucifer School as principal, had really tried hard, and thus far successfully, to keep his promise to his superiors and turn away from his weakness by finding strength in the Lord but some days he felt that the joys of earthly carnal pleasure with young boys were far more appealing than entry into the Gates of Heaven. This was one of those days and when the slender, dark haired, olive skinned and frankly beautiful boy they called "Nino" walked into his office he could not even remember what those Pearly Gates were supposed to look like -- much less how to get there. "Come in Tomas," Father Frank said with a glowing smile and actual tears of joy beginning to form in his eyes, "or should I call you Nino?" "Everyone calls me Nino Father," Nino said in his treble voice, untainted by puberty. A voice that caused an immediate disturbance in Father Frank's pants. "So Nino is OK." Nino finished with a small smile and a slight blush. To Nino, this man was like a God -- he had attained everything that Nino wanted for himself: a superior religious education, a devotion to doing God's work here on earth and a position as a religious mentor to an entire community of Catholics. Rather than having Nino sit across the desk from him in a wooden chair, as is customary for a student visiting a principal, Father Frank rose, came out from behind his desk, placed a hand behind Nino's shoulder and guided him to the comfortable couch sitting against one wall. Father Frank sat next to Nino -- hip-to-hip in fact -- and placed his long arm around Nino's shoulders -- pulling Nino even closer in a fatherly gesture. "So Nino," Father Frank began, "I understand that you want to become a priest." Nino felt a thrill go thought his entire body when Father Frank acknowledged his ambition. "Yes Father!" Nino acknowledged, and then went on to explain, "I love the lessons I've learned from the Bible and I really love God. I feel that serving God as a priest, like you do, is my destiny." As Nino spoke, Father Frank's mind flashed back to his last position at the orphanage in Taos. The nightly visits to the boy's dormitories to supervise their showers and "inspect them" for cleanliness as they were ready to slip on their nightgowns, the after hours sessions in his office with some of the "special" boys, and especially the planned humiliation of troublemakers: having them strip naked in the middle of the dormitory and receive a bare-hand spanking across his lap and then, when a boy wound up with an erection at the end of the spanking, as many did, he would grab hold of the offending erection and lead him by his boner around the dormitory, into the hall, and eventually outside the building. The memories caused a near volcanic eruption under his vestments. "That's really wonderful," Father Frank assured Nino, then, thinking quickly he said, "but there are things that we must do to prepare you for the priesthood. Do you think you are ready to put your complete faith in me, obey me, even when what I ask seems to be strange? Thrilled at the thought that his education as a priest would begin this soon, Nino responded by turning toward Father Frank, hugging him around the waist and saying "Oh yes, Father Frank. Thank you! If you will train me I will do everything you say without question." Almost immediately after Nino's promises, Father Frank's demenior changed. The friendly Parish Priest became the stern principal. "You have made me a promise, and more than that you have made a promise to the Lord who hears everything you say." Father Frank said to Nino, who's joy had caused him to miss the priest's transformation but not his stern tone, "As a future priest, you must begin to attend confession every day -- here in my office -- this is a special requirement for boys who want to enter the priesthood," Father Frank improvised. "Do you understand?" "Yes Father!" Nino responded. Father Frank continued, getting more and more excited as the rules for Nino's transformation into "his very special boy" popped into his head. "There is a secret ritual that must be followed by a boy who want's to enter the priesthood; do you know what a "ritual" is Nino?" "Yes Father . . . at least I think so." Nino answered. "A ritual is like special things we have to do if we want to do something right." "Yes that's it exactly Nino!" Father Frank said happily -- happy that, so far, everything was going well. The touchiest part was, however, yet to come. Father Frank continued explaining his "ritual." "Remember that what I'm about to tell you is a secret known only to priests and the select few students who are destined for the priesthood." "Yes Father!" Nino said nervously -- frankly unsure of his ability to keep secrets. "I will tell no one," he finally choked out. "As a future priest," Father Frank went on, "you will not be confessing to me -- I am just your guide, you will confess directly to the Lord and I will be right there with you to give you support and instruct you" After a hesitation, "One other thing -- and you may find this strange -- but when a priest-in-training confesses directly to the Lord he must not only bare his soul, he must bare his body; you must go before the Lord as naked as the day you were born." That made Nino a little nervous! He was not unused to being naked but only with his mama, papa and a few friends he had gone skinny dipping with and he had never been naked in front of any other adult, except for his doctor and one memorable time with Tio (Uncle) Luis. Now, unless he misunderstood, he would be naked in front of Father Frank every day. 'Well,' he reasoned to himself, 'Father Frank is a priest and if I want to be a priest (which he wanted more than anything in the world) I have to do the rituals like Father Frank says -- and,' he thought as he swelled with pride, 'that makes me very special.' "So Nino," Father Frank asked, "are you ready to make your first confession as a priest-in-training?" "Yes Father" Nino responded with excitement evident in his voice. "Fine!" Father Frank said, just barely keeping the excitement out of his voice. "And I'll repeat that you must trust me completely because some of our secret rituals will seem very odd to you and may even seem to be wrong but that is only because they are unknown to anyone outside the priesthood." "Now," Father Frank continued, "stand right here in front of me." He said indicating a spot between his spread knees. Nino, on slightly shaky legs, rose from the couch and stood exactly where instructed. "Now we must prepare you for your confession," Father Frank said as he began unbuttoning Nino's white school shirt. When the shirt was unbuttoned, he pulled it out of Nino's blue school shorts and slipped it off of the quivering boy. Nino, as most boys in the sweltering Heavenly summer wore no undershirt. Father Frank reached out placed his hands on Nino's slim chest and slid them up to his bare shoulders. "You're shaking Nino!" he said with surpise in his voice. "Are you scared? Not wanting to lie to the Father on this very special day Nino said, "Yes Father, a little scared; but also excited." Father Frank smiled a gentle smile, wrapped Nino in a hug and gently stoked his bare back. He closed his eyes against his own emotion as his hands stoked the bare, slightly hot skin of the boy who, he knew, would soon be standing naked before him, ready to obey his every wish. "Your fear tells me that you are a good Christian boy and your excitement tells me you will be an obedient student." Held firmly in Father Frank's strong embrace Nino was feeling even more excited than before, but in a different way than Father Frank had thought and in an entirely different place. As the Father's strong hands stroked his naked back, Nino remembered! He remembered something that he ordinarily recalled only in the late, dark of certain evenings when sleep did not come easily. Now, in Father Franks embrace and knowing that he would soon be naked before the Father, he remembered his 8th birthday. Many relatives had arrived for his party and large amounts of Tequila flowed. It was late but the party was still in full swing when Nino could no longer stay awake. Nino's Tio Luis found him curled up asleep on a chair in the expansive yard behind the house. Luis picked up the sleeping Nino in his powerful arms and carried Nino to the boy's own room. Luis was, unbeknownst to anyone in the family, a man who lusted over boys; he normally was able to fight off temptation around his nephews, but this night, with the temperature still in the 80s and with too much Tequila in his belly, the sight of the beautiful sleeping 8 y/o was too much temptation to resist. Luis gently placed Nino on his bed and began to remove Nino's outer clothes: his sandals, his light shirt and his cotton shorts. He then knelt beside the boys bed and pressed his lips to the boy's lips and then began kissing every inch of skin he could reach; it was when Luis began tonguing his bellybutton that Nino began to awake. Initially confused by his wet belly, soon Nino felt his underpants being lowered and, with his eyes still closed, he assumed that his mother or father were undressing him and were about to slip his nightshirt on him. He knew he was wrong when he felt the warm, wet mouth enclose his cock. Suddenly his cock began to grow and was soon the full length that he often found it in the morning and just as suddenly Nino was overwhelmed with sensations he had never imagined could exist. Nino slowly opened his eyes just enough to see who was giving him these feelings and, what was incomprehensible to him, who it was that didn't mind having the thing he peed with in their mouth. Slowly a large head came into focus through Nino's slit eyes; and when that head came off his cock and started licking between his legs, causing a jolt of electricity to run through his small body, he squealed, and then saw the shocked face of his Tio Luis staring at him. Luis jumped up and was about to run out of the room, and perhaps out of the state, when he was stopped by Nino's small voice: "Tio, that felt so good, please do it more. Luis was overjoyed! He ran to Nino's bedside and grabbed him into a hug, thoroughly kissed his face and then gave Nino a thorough tongue washing from his face to each of his ten toes, causing the boy to giggle until exhausted. When Luis returned to Nino's now fully engorged cock and began to masturbate it with tight lips and active tongue, Nino came fully awake and quickly began to have feelings in his lower belly that initially scared him; but soon those feelings turned into a sensation that felt so wonderful he lost his fear and wanted more. Within minutes Nino got his wish; Nino was treated that night to his first orgasm, the strongest most pleasurable sensation of his young life. Luis also had an orgasm in his pants that night -- it was right after he received a small treat, the tiny bit of foamy fluid produced by an 8 y/o boy's first orgasm. Now here in the arms of another powerful man, Father Frank, whose strong hands were roaming all over his back Nino had a secret wish that brought him much shame -- he wanted so badly to have Father Frank do to him what his Tio Luis had done. After that night Tio Luis disappeared and Nino had never been touched like that again and had never learned that touching himself can give similar results. Nino came out of his thoughts when he heard Father Frank instruct him to remove his sandals. The Father then slowly, to prolong the moment, pulled down Nino's school shorts. As Nino stepped out of the shorts the Father's eyes were glued to the bulge in Nino's underwear. Instantly, also well aware of his excited state, Nino covered his crotch with both hands. Father Frank saw this and assumed it was simple modesty. He once again grabbed Nino into a hug, (happy to have the excuse) and whispered into Nino's ear (as he ran his hands deep into the rear waistband of Nino's briefs and covered his small butt cheeks with his hands): "Nino, that's nothing to be ashamed of. God gave you this body and it is the power of God in your body that allows you to have erections; and soon, as part of our ritual of the priesthood, before your first confession, I will help you feel the full power of God . . . and you will feel it right here," he said as he gently cupped Nino's still covered crotch in his hand. Nino jumped a little when he felt that strong hand cover and even lightly squeeze his cock and immediately he was filled with joy, hoping that he could once again relive the wonderful sensation that was his 8th birthday present from his still missing Tio Luis. Slowly, without another word, Father Frank lowered Nino's plain white cotton briefs. Nino's fully engorged, uncircumcised cock leaped out and caused Father Frank considerable discomfort as he tried to stop his own raging erection from erupting. "Are you alright?" Nino asked, noticing that the Father had closed his eyes and appeared to be saying a silent prayer. " "Oh yes Nino! I'm fine!" the Father responded. "I was just saying a prayer of thanks that God has apparently made his power felt to you." He said as he boldly reached over and gently squeezed Nino's erection." "Confused but hopeful Nino asked, "Is that what makes it grow Father -- the Power of God?" Yes and you are about to feel that full power. Father Frank stood up, picked Nino up in his arms and carried him toward a door in the back of his office. Once inside, Nino saw an alter against one side with a simple cross over it and a table with two chairs against the opposite wall. Father Frank carried Nino to the table and lay him on the table. "Now Nino, lay down on your stomach and we will begin the ritual anointing with holy oil." Nino turned over on his tummy, took a moment to adjust his erection so he didn't crush it and put his arms at his sides. As Nino was positioning himself on the table, Father Frank opened a drawer in the table and removed a bottle of special "holy" oil, actually obtained from an adult "toy" store in the seedy part of town with the complete assurance of the clerk that this oil was guaranteed to bring out the most erotic, unrestrained impulses of the person who used it. Father Frank would soon find out how true that was. Looking down at the back side of the naked ten-year-old on the table, admiring the slim torso, the narrow waist and the swells of Nino's olive-colored butt cheeks, Father Frank needed no oil for himself -- he was already as excited as a virgin on his wedding night. Nino jumped a bit when he felt Father Frank's hands touch his shoulders and begin to massage in the oil. The oil smelled to Nino a bit like a flower garden and there was also a musky smell that Nino associated with livestock but the overall effect was very relaxing and, in a way Nino couldn't understand, exciting. Father Frank's hands were, to Nino, simply amazing. They were strong hands and yet used a delicate touch that suggested loving tenderness. As Father Frank's hands worked their way to the small of his back, the combination of the exciting aroma, the lovingly gentle massage and a gentle warmth (an effect of the oil) started to create that feeling he remembered from his 8th birthday in his stomach, way low in his stomach - feelings that were, in some strange way, pleasant and exciting and unpleasant all at the same time. Father Frank took his time rubbing the oil into the beautiful round globes of Nino's ass. His fingers luxuriated in every square centimeter of smooth virgin flesh. Eventually each hand took a turn exploring the valley between those globes. Nino jumped when a hand, and then another, brushed across his puckered-up anus. "Spread your legs a bit son," Father Frank told boy. "We must anoint every part of your skin." Father Frank all but swooned when his fingers brushed across the super smooth skin between Nino's ball sack and anal opening. Eventually, when he felt he might have stayed too long in nirvana, he completed massaging the oil into Nino's legs and his feet, including the spaces between the toes. "Turn over now Nino." Father Frank told his special boy. Nino turned over and Father Frank was overjoyed to see that his special "holy oil" had the desired effect; Nino's cock had swollen even more and was actually pulsating. Nino was also covered with perspiration from the intense feelings that filled his body and tortured his mind with his special memory. Father Frank began "anointing" Nino's front side by quickly rubbing the oil into Nino's shins and thighs and then more slowly on the inside's of Nino's thighs, making a point to saturate Nino's small ball sack with holy oil and tender caresses. Skipping the beautiful rod sticking up from Nino's lower stomach he quickly coated Nino's upper body, working his way back down until all that was left was the full four inches of pulsating, blood gorged flesh with it's helmut now protruding from the tube of flesh. "Have you started to feel the power of God Nino?" Father Frank asked. "I feel something very strong inside my tummy Father." "Wonderful!" Father Frank exclaimed, continue to trust me and soon you will feel the wonderful power of God overwhelm your body. Close your eyes now Nino and concentrate on that feeling in your stomach while I put holy oil on the beautiful penis that God gave you and and soon you will feel the full power of God erupt from your body. Nino lay there with his eyes closed and did not see Father Frank's left hand sneak beneath his robes or hear his zipper when it went down because Father Frank's right hand was already at work manipulating Nino's cock with just enough pressure and just enough speed to create sensations that made everything else in the world disappear. As he did that his left hand was working furiously and he was just moments away from ejaculation. "Oh Father," Nino suddenly shouted, "I feel God's power coming out of my peehole! Oh Thank You Father! Thank you God!" Nino wasn't surprised, he was delighted, when he felt the Father's warm mouth close around his cock just in time to catch a small spurt of his second-ever cum. After the climactic ordeal was past, Father Frank and the still-naked Nino knelt together at the small alter, each, unbeknownst to the other, thanking God for the exact same thing.