Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2006 23:26:33 -0400
From: Philerup
Subject: Father Bob

	Suddenly high school days were over.  There was still the summer in
which to have fun before my various friends took off for college -- I
decided to wait a year or two, until I had decided just what I wanted to do
with my life.
	That summer was a transition.  I sucked George's cock the night
before he left; he took a shower and I sucked it once more, for the last
time.  When he came home for Thanksgiving, he got together with a bunch of
us and regaled us with an account of his first visit to a prostitute (aptly
named Odette).  The message was clear: he was done fooling around with
boys; he had become a man.
	Fortunately, other cocks came along to fill the void.  I took a job
as a stock clerk at a factory where another of my high school friends was
working.  Noon hours we would meet in obscure corners of the warehouse and
I'd suck him off.  One day we got caught at it, but the penalty was not
severe: I just had to suck off the man who had silently crept up on us and
watched until he was so hard that there was only thing for him to do, and
so I did it. The word spread around, however, and soon I found myself
regularly servicing three men at various hours of the day: muscular, hairy
men with thick long cocks. I loved it.
	Then I began hearing about an exciting new man in town -- the new
Episcopalian priest. Two friends of my mother's belonged to his church, and
they raved about this charismatic young men who cut such a good figure in
the pulpit, who was so popular with the youth of the church and the old
folks alike, who preached marvelous sermons, yet who wqas down-to-earth and
not above having a beer or two with some of his parishioners.
	My curiosity was piqued, but it wasn't until I saw him in the local
grocery store that it was more than piqued. He was wearing the traditional
priestly garb, but it barely covered the broad shoulders, and I could have
sworn that those black pants were stretching over something mighty
interesting.
	He caught me looking at him and smiled, and I smiled back. He had a
gorgeous smile. For the first time in my life, I wondered what it would be
like to kiss a man. Although I was 18 years old, my sexual experiences had
still been confined to masturbation (solo and mutual) and sucking cocks.
That had been enough -- till now.
	A few days later -- Saturday, my day off -- I dropped into a local
diner for a quick lunch.  Seated in the front booth was the handsome
priest, just beginning his meal.  He waved to the empty seat opposite.
"Why don't you join me" he said.
	I needed no urging! I sat right down.  I introduced myself and said
"You must be Father Bob. I've heard a lot about you."
	"Nothing bad, I hope!"
	"No, good, all good, very good."
	He smiled -- that gorgeous smile again. He had perfect white teeth,
curly black hair, green eyes, and arching eyebrows.  I could feel my cock
getting tumescent and was grateful that we were sitting at a booth.
	We talked about a lot of things. He had heard of me -- he knew that
I was the valedictorian of my class and that my friends had mostly gone to
college but that I was working in the factory. He thought that was wise.
"Too many guys go off to college without the slightest idea what they want
out of life," he said. I could have told him that what I wanted out of life
was sitting right across the table from me, breaking a roll into pieces and
buttering each one as he ate it.
	We discovered we had a lot of common interests -- in music, in
literature, in art.  When we had finished our lunch and were leaving, he
said, "You must be sort of lonely with most of your friends off to
college. Why don't you stop in and see me some time? We could have a couple
of beers and chew the fat."
	My heart jumped -- I could feel it.  "Love to," I said, as calmly as
I could.  "When's a good time?"
	"Practically any time. My evenings are mostly free -- just a vestry
meeting on Thursday nights while the choir practices.  How about tonight?"
	I couldn't believe my ears. That very night!  I tried to keep the
excitement out of my voice as I said, "Sure, that would be great." After
supper I took another shower and doused myself in Jade East cologne.  I put
on what I considered my sexiest outfit and set out for the apartment where
I knew the young priest lived.  I had no delusions: I was pretty sure he
was just being friendly to a guy only about ten years younger than himself.
At the same time...
	He greeted me warmly at the door. Tonight he was dressed in
un-priestly garb: slacks and a T-shirt that left no doubt that he had a
muscular build. I tried not to stare.
	He got us each a beer and we sat in his study -- the living room, he
said, was too public. We sat at opposite ends of a sofa, with a bag of
potato chips between us.
	Our conversation was pretty general to begin with.  He asked me a
lot of questions about my plans, which colleges I might be thinking of,
what I liked to do for amusement in the small town we lived in.  We talked
about books we had read and movies we had seen, and places we would like to
go someday.  Then he asked rather abruptly, "You have a girl friend?"
	"No."
	"That a surprise -- good-looking guy like you!"
	I felt the blush coming.  "I don't suppose you do either -- because
of your profession, I mean."
	"No, but not because of my profession. Episcopalians aren't
celibate, you know, like Catholics." He stood up. "Let me get us another
beer."
	While he was gone I thought about what question I would ask
next. When he returned, I said, "You must have a bunch of women chasing you
around -- `good-looking guy like you '!"
	He grinned, and I felt that stirring between my legs again. "Yes,"
he said, "I'll admit that there have been a few I've had to fight off!"
	"Why fight them off, if you don't have to be celibate?"
	He shrugged. "They didn't appeal to me.  Except maybe one -- she
used to give me scalp massages -- I really enjoyed that.
	"Lucky her," I thought. I looked at his thick dark curly hair. God,
I thought, I'd love to get my fingers into that."
	"She used to say to me, `Father Bob, what would you do if I turned
out the lights?'"
	"What did you say?"
	"I said, why don't you try it and find out?"
	"And did she?"
	"Yes."
	"And what happened?"
	He smiled -- that gorgeous smile. "Nothing."
	"You like having your scalp massaged?"
	"Love it!"
	"Would you like me to...?"
	"Sure!"
	He slipped off the sofa and sat on the floor before me, his back to
me.  My hands were trembling when I touched his hair: it was squeaky clean
and had the faint odor of shampoo.  I dug my fingers down and began
massaging the scalp, which was surprisingly loose.  By then my tumescent
cock had become fully erect. Was he aware? I wondered. I didn't think he
was in contact with it, but I pushed back on the sofa just to be sure.
	"Mmmm, that feels so good," he murmured.  I looked down. I could
swear there was a bulge in those slacks.
	After a few minutes, I stopped and he stood up to get back on the
sofa. Then I could see that I was not mistaken. There was a bulge there --
the outline of a very big cock.  As he sat down, I said, "Father Bob, what
would you do if I turned out the lights?"
	He smiled -- and the smile this time was so openly sexual that I
nearly passed out. "Why don't you try it and find out?"
	The only lights were a floor lamp at his end of the sofa and a
small one on his desk. To turn off the floor lamp, I had to lean over him,
and as I did I felt his hand on my leg.
	I sank down beside him and reached for the object of my
desire. There it was, straining against the cloth of his slacks, which
showed a spot of precum.  I rubbed it tenderly.
	"Mmmm, that feels so good," he murmured.  Then I felt his hand on
my cock, returning my manual caress.
	"You've done this before, haven't you?" he asked.
	"Sort of," I admitted. "Haven't you?"
	"Sort of."  That smile again.  "Let's get comfortable."
	We both quickly undressed, and I beheld the vision of my
dreams. Nothing I had seen or experienced before could compare to this.
His body was perfectly formed, like a Greek statue (a cliché, to besure,
but ansolutely true).  The curly blasck hair oin his chest was not thick,
but it wentdown in a treasure trail to his cock, which it surrounded.  His
member stuck out proudly, the cum-heavy balls hanging down invitingly. It
was not the biggest I had ever seen -- George's was much bigger -- but it was
simply perfect.
	He opened up the sofa-bed, and, lying down on it, drew me down
beside him. In a moment I felt what I had never felt before -- a man's lips
on mine.  I was ecstatic.  But then something else happened.  Back in those
days there were no movies with men and women kissing with open mouths (and
certainly none with men doing so!).  I had led so hermitic an existence
that I was amazed at what happened next.  I felt his tongue slip into my
mouth and flick across my teeth. In a moment our two tongues were playing
with each other, and soon he was on top of me, his cock pressing against
mine, both of them well-lubricated with pre-cum.
	We licked and kissed every inch of each other's bodies, moaning
softly, saving the best for last, when he straddled me, his cock above my
face, while he lowered his mouth onto mine.  For the first time in my life,
after sucking cocks for eleven years, mine was being sucked.  And it was
heaven.  It took me no time to cum. I was about to pull his head up, but he
stubbornly kept sucking, and to my amazement swallowed the whole load of
cum as it came gushing out as it can only from a horny eighteen-year old.
	Meanwhile, I kept sucking on him as he pumped his cock in and out
of my mouth and throat.  Then I felt a convulsive shudder, a tightening of
his hands on my legs, and I knew the moment had come. I was about to take
my first load of cum.
	With a mighty thrust he began unloading. I thought Niagara Falls
had been let loose in my throat.  I gagged, of course, but I manfully kept
at it until I had swallowed every drop.
	He rolled off me, panting. For a moment he both lay there,
motionless, then he pulled me to him and kissed me. I could taste my cum in
his mouth. As we embraced, I ran my fingers through the thick black curly
hair. I had never felt such bliss in my entire life.
	After we had lain there for several more minutes, we began
exploring each other's bodies again.  Before we knew it, we were both hard
and ready for another round. Before the evening was over, we had each come
three times.
	This wonderful relationship continued for another year.  During
that time I continued to suck other cocks and even began to experience
reciprocity from a few.  But Father Bob was my main attraction.
	As the year passed, I grew tired of my job at the factory. I
couldn't see spending the rest of my life doing that. I had scholarships
that would expire if I didn't use them within the next year, and so I began
planning for college.  Father Bob encouraged me, realizing that it was a
necessary step for me.  But we were both sad that I would be leaving and
the possibility existed that I would never see him again, since he too had
offers from other, larger churches.  Sure enough, when I came back the next
year for Christmas vacation, he was gone.
	We never kept in touch.  It was a hot and passionate affair, but we
both knew that once it was over, it was over.  The final night before I
left, however, we made the most passionate love ever and by the time we
finished, we had both cum five times.  The fifth one didn't have much juice
in it, but it was the grandest one of all.