Date: Sun, 14 Dec 2008 01:36:05 -0500 From: Wolf Subject: German Traverlr 2 (gay/interracial, M/M?) DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between an underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic deceitful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story or if it evokes memories of your own, please let me know. I am happy to write stories from outlines. Copyright 2008 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. German Traveler 2 Encounter with a priests By Wolf When I was a teenager, I happened to walk past the residence of a local Catholic Priest, whenever I walk to the central part the town of Cologne located on the west bank of the Rhine River. I often saw the priest sitting at a Captains desk, while he was writing through the bay window of his bungalow. There was a narrow strip of lawn separating the sidewalk from the old brick building. I was not a Catholic by any means, but I found the priest to be a friendly looking man. We exchanged friendly nods of our heads, as I passed his window many times. One afternoon he smiled at me, so I crossed the strip of lawn, to greet him through the open window. He was a tall man, but he had a thick body. He could only be called a fat man. The simple back shirt was stretched tightly around his body and the collar was open with the white tab unfastened and dangling from the stiff collar. I could see the hair on his chest. His chest was so flabby that it looked like tits through the shirt. I could see his nipples pressed against the fabric. He introduced himself as Father Arthur. I told him my name was Olaf. He invited me to come in for a visit, and have a cup of tea. Of course I went in, but not for the tea. I was fascinated to find out how a priest lived. He welcomed me at the front door, and let me to the modest kitchen. He put on a pot of water, and prepared to serve tea. We chatted for awhile before he offered to show me his home. While he was showing me around, he asked me if I was a Catholic. I told him that I was not. I didn't belong to any church. When we reached his bedroom, I felt him place his big meaty hand on my butt and squeeze it. I hugged him and told him, "I like your big body." He told me, "I like you too my son, because of your long legs." I was not shy, about feeling up a grown man. I fumbled with his black slacks, until I had his cock out. His cock was not very big at all. While I was helping him out of his pants, Father Arthur finished unbuttoning his shirt and took it off. He lay on top of the bed like a nude royal potentate, while I took off my own clothes. He did enjoy watching me lick his body. I even sucked his tits. I do love men with sensitive nipples. I always get off sucking on men's tits. Father Arthur didn't fuck me that time, but he did shoot a big load of cum all over my body, while he was saying some of the most profane things I had ever heard coming out of the mouth of any man. While he was recovering, he cradled me with his arm. I could smell his sweaty armpit. I do love the smell of a sweaty big man. He was so hairy. There was plenty of hair around his nipples. The forest of dark hair above his cock was sexy to me. It smelled like he had not showered in a week. (This was very likely, because European's don't bath all that often.) When Father Arthur presented his big butt for me to fuck him, I could not do so without giving his hair asshole a tongue bath first. I do love licking hairy assholes before fucking them. On other visits we finally got around to him finding out just how tight my ass was. I loved the feeling of his big belly pressed against my butt, while he fucked my ass. He would pull out and shoot cum all over my butt, so that he could rub the stuff into my skin. On those visits he would tell me how much he enjoyed listing to the wicked confessions of his parishioners. He told me how he, and some of his fellow priests, would sit in the confessional booth jacking-off while listing to confessions. The women seamed to deliberately try and shock him, with their tails about infidelity. Little did they know, that the confessions that turned him on, were the men that were reluctant to tell him about sex with other men? These same men were thrilled to find out he was willing to have sex with them. Father Arthur prefers "real men", not boys. He told me about other priests that like to have fun with their choir boys, and alter servers. He did say that it was harder for them to seduce young boys, because of all of the bad press. In the old days people would not believe a boy when he told stories about playing with a "holy man." Now if a boy said something about a priest touching them, the parents were quick to press charges for monetary gain. His fellow priests would tell him about some of the young boys that would tell them how much they enjoyed playing with adult men's cocks. His fellow priests would allow the boys to feel their cocks, and they would allow them to suck their cocks. The really bold boys would even allow the priests to fuck them. Father Arthur told me about a man that told his fellow priest about fucking his own son. Not only did the priest give him absolution, he told the man he wanted to fuck his son too. The boy's father got off watching the priest lift his priestly robe to reveal that he was naked underneath, before sticking his cock in the man's son's ass. I can't tell you how much the thought of priests going out in public with nothing on under their robes turned me on. It was disappointing to me, that Father Arthur was not a Franciscan. Another story he told me was about a father and son that had car trouble on a rural road, close to a monastery. They sought refuge in the monastery, and used their phone to call for help. The repair shop told them they could not pick up the car until the next day. The abbot invited them to spend the night and saw to it they got a hot a meal. The abbot showed them the monastery, before they were shown the room they would spend the night. The abbot surprised them by asking them if they had ever indulged in any gay sex. They were reluctant to admit any knowledge of gay sex. When the father asked, "Why are you asking?" The abbot told them, "This monastery is a cloistered order of monks, we are an embarrassment to the church, because of our open dedication to the devotion of the sexual gratification of men, a k a, we were all gay. With that bit of knowledge, the father admitted to having brought out his son, before he reached puberty. The abbot escorted them to the order's common room, where they were invited to make themselves comfortable. All of the monks were dressed in thick gray wool robes with thick cords around their waists. When the abbot gave the word all of them untied their sashes and pulled the robes over their heads. All of the monks were totally naked, except for their hand made sandals. Most of the monks were chubby men. Some were as smooth as babies but most of them were hairy as bears. The younger monks were slender. They were obviously subservient to the wishes of the older monks. When the abbot expressed a desire to bless the youth by having sex with him, that father agreed as long as he could watch. One of the younger monks approached the father of the youth, and knelt before him, unfastened his pants so that he could suck his cock. The abbot told the boy to suck on his cock until it was hard. When the abbot was satisfied that his cock was hard enough he told the boy to kneel with his butt in the air. The abbot use sacred olive oil to lubricate the boy's asshole before he inserted his short fat un-cut cock in the boy's asshole. While the abbot fucked him, the young monk offered his own ass to the boy's father. The fat monks stood around watching the action, and if they were not jacking-off their own cocks, they were pulling on their neighbors cock. There was not much sleeping that night. By morning everyone's cock was well spent, and the assholes were gapping open, from so many cocks stretching them. I never tired of hearing Father Arthur telling me about the conduct of him and his fellow priests. As an adult, I never got over my attraction to big bear priests. I was always looking for more stories about priests. I found a shop in London that was called "Zipper", which does not exist anymore. I bought a book about the sex life of priests. It was a large book; the first part was about the reports of true scandals within the priesthood in many countries. The second half related stories about priests; they were first person stories about priest's having sex. I didn't care about priests getting women pregnant and hiding them out, with their children. The stories I wanted to read were about them having sex with each other and boys. I read that book whenever I get horny. A pen-pal of mine, from the United States, asked me to get in touch with an Irish priest, named Father Patrick. He was from a small village that was very concretive. He did not have access to any gay material, so he wanted me to send him gay videos. Father Patrick liked the videos to be about portly and hairy men, having sex with each other. Eventually, he got a holiday and came to Cologne to visit me. Father Patrick is a hairy bear, himself. When we met I was thrilled to welcome him, as one of my friends. He was thrilled to get out of his cassock. While he visited me he didn't want anyone knowing he was a priest. There are many bars, shops and saunas in Cologne dedicated to the pleasures of gay men. We both get off visiting the Swedish saunas. We never fail to find some fat hairy bears to play with. Sometimes we suck their cocks right there in the sweaty, smelly, steam-room. It was thrilling to perform for the patrons in the steam-room. Patrick did enjoy being watched while he serviced men. When he was in town, he was horny 23 hours a day. Other times we bring them home, so we can fuck asses in private. Patrick bought a lot of DVD videos depicting our favorite subject; fat hairy bears, sucking, fucking, kissing and cuddling with each other. We both enjoy the fat bellied rubbing against each other and fat asses being played with. He discarded the boxes to hide them in his luggage going back to Ireland. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to whitewold999@icqmail.com