Date: Wed, 20 Jan 2021 23:51:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: "ozorli65@aol.com" <ozorli65@aol.com>
Subject: My Priest, My Lover (4)

This is a fictional story of a priest of my youth. I don't recall his
name as I was a kid when I saw him. But he was one if my first crushes as
a boy who would related realize he was gay.
But this priest did look quite a bit like Alfonzo Herrera that played
Father Tomas in the Exorcist series. Another gorgeous latin man I have
seen in a few things.
This is but a fantasy of a man of the church I had a crush on in my
youth. So I really doubt he was gay. But then again with the Catholic
church such a mess nowadays with sexual allegations and such. One may
never really know.
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My Priest, My Lover (4)
A Private Meeting with Tomas...

... I had gone back to my moms house after the funeral. There was a wake
there that my sister had set up. People that adored mom showed up that
weren't at the funeral. I figured the 'shits' were only there for the
free food.
I walked around and thanked everyone for condolences and such. My hand
was tired afterwards. I then stepped upstairs and into my old room just
to get away from everyone. I was tired of all the words of love and
kindness i was receiving. So I sat there on my old bed. Looking around my
room.

"Nothing has changed in here" I said to myself
"I figured she would have made this a sewing room or something before
now"

I sat there in my bed and just sighed. I wasn't really sure what I was
supposed to feel. It was my mom, yeah. And yes there was some sadness
that lingered about me in regards to her death. But my mind kept
producing the negatives about our relationship. How she made me feel for
being who I was. How her and that damned church just made me hate myself
sometimes. That why was i this way if that God damn book was right.
But I hated them more. Her and moreover the church for making her this
rigid and intolerant person. And I really hated the church for that. For
making her this person I did not like anymore.
So I did shed a tear or two. But not for the person she was when she
died. More So for the person that i lost to the church.

"Fucking religion" I huffed to myself

And then I looked up as I heard the door opened. I wiped my fave quickly
as I didn't want anyone to see a tear in my eye. But as I looked up I saw
not my sister as I thought. It was Tomas, the priest. He looked at me
with a softened caring look. He was the epitome of a priests face.
Kindness to a fault.

"May I come in?" he said to me
"Sure. Why not" I said with a snark.
"I was hoping to be alone though"

He came over and sat next to me in the bed. He looked around the room a
bit as he sat there. Seeing how it was the same from when I was young.

"This place hasn't changed one bit" he then said
"It shows she loved you"

I turned to him, ready to bite his head off. But then I did look around
the room. He was right. It was the exact same room from when I was still
living there. Not one thing changed or moved from its place. Many things
that i had left behind when I moved out. Things I didn't realize I had
left behind.
He was right. She had left it this way. Almost in an ode to me. Or maybe
in a hope that i may return or something. I huffed aa I thought to
myself. 'Why couldn't she let me know this?  That she still cared about
me. Regardless of the distance created between us by her obsession with
the church and my stubbornness to just accept her beliefs and just leave
it alone. We came from two different worlds after all.
I sighed a deep heavy sigh as I sat there. Then looked ahead to the door.
I then noticed he had closed it. And then i felt his hand on my
shoulder.

"It's okay" he said as he squeezed at me.
"Its okay to miss her"
"Hell its okay to be upset at the church"
"Not has not necessarily been your friend"

I turned to look at him again. His face was somber but had a slight smile
to it. His eyes showing his caring of me and my predicament. Man was he
gorgeous. That beard just accentuating the beauty of his mouth. That dark
beard that surrounded those lips I so wanted to get my lips on.
Then his hand moved from my shoulder down to my back. He passed it over
my gently. Caressing at my body through my shirt. It felt very very
nice.

"My church.." He then began
"This church I have been brought to"
"I committed to changing the way it thinks"
"The old rules do not apply anymore"
"And I have for the most part changed that."

I stared at him. Windering what he meant. How did he change this old
bigoted church. I thought no one could. The old fat bastard priest made
sure the old biblical rules stayed steady and firm while he was there.
And I would assume the flock would not stray from those backwards
beliefs.  It here was this young and hit man of the cloth saying he had
done the impossible. So of course unquestioned it.

"What do you mean changed it?" I asked

What could this man have done to change the ways if this stodgy and
backwards church. And he said it took a while. But most who wanted the
change stayed, and those who didn't left. But that was okay. Because he
wanted a progressive and inclusive church for all.
That was when his hand squeezed at my thigh. But rather than pull it away
when I looked at him Tomas' hand stayed there. Then I looked at his eyes.
Dark yet smoldering as he gazed back at me. Our eyes stayed on one
anothers. And that's when I felt the sexual energy as it seemed to float
off him and into the air at me. Tomas then seemed to be inching towards
me. His mouth then slipping open slightly.

"Fuck. He is soo damned gorgeous" I said to myself
"He is so close"
"I want to kiss him"

Yes I wanted to kiss him. And as this moment that was passing, passed
every so slowly. I wondered what was in this sexy mans head at that
moment. And why was he looking at me like he was going to eat me alive.
Tomas again moved in closer. Then I felt his hand that was still on my
leg move up my thigh. Still lightly squeezing it. His eyes still locked
to mine.

"Kiss me" he then said

And that was when he moved in on me.his mouth almost raving towards mine.
This freaked me out and I pulled back from his action. Shock on my face.
And he looked at me with some confusion now. Pulling his hand from me.
Then he apologized. Freaked that he somehow made a big mistake with his
actions.Turning away and moving to get up.

"I am soo sorry" he then said to me
"I thought.."

I looked back at his as he stood. I then saw his crotch in his motion to
get up. Tomas was exited. Did he have a hard on? Had he com on to me?
'Holy fuck' my head screamed at me. He had. Tomas was trying to kiss me.
And I pulled away from this beautiful man. I could not believe I stopped
him. So I reached over and grabbed his arm. Stopping him before he left

"No. Wait!" I shouted
"I am sorry"
"I didn't mean.. Um.. I just"

I was pretty much at a loss for words. I wanted to tell him how much I
wanted him. How I think I always wanted him but just could find the words
at the moment.
He turned and my eyes fell down to the tenting in his pants. It certainly
was very very nice looking. Very big from the side view I caught. And his
ass was just as nice when he had turned away before. I lucked at my lips
as I looked at it.
He saw my eyes and where they were looking. And he trued to cover his
crotch. But as I saw his embarrassment it actually excited me. Tomas this
hot guy I have drooled over since my youth was wanting me somehow. And he
had a very nice bulge. A promising bulge.

"Come sit back down" I said to him
"Sit"

He looked at me as I still held at his hand. I knew I had to ease him for
fear of losing my chance with him. But I was not going to lose it. I was
going to get him, or figure out how to get him in my bed. I did do as he
did though. Looked at him as I leaned into him. Then I said it was okay
to kiss me. I licked at my hungry lips and and then kissed him. His eyes
closed as the wetness exchanged between us.  J couldn't believe I was
kissing Tomas. My lips to hus luscious ones.
I felt hus hand reach into my fave and cradled it, holding my face in it.
And it was nice. Very nice.
And I told him so.

"Very nice" I said to him
"Yes. Yes it was" he said back.
"Very nice indeed."

His hand left my face as his lips left my mouth. There was a dewy string
hanging between us. And I wanted more of him. More kissing with the man.
But as we were in my mom's house (my old house) all I got was that kiss,
as sweet as it was. The the man tapped my leg and suggested we get back
to the guests downstairs.i agreed and we headed out the door of my old
room.

"We can.. 'Talk' later" he said with a smile....
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