Date: Sun, 24 Jan 2016 23:04:31 +0000 (UTC) From: Wolf Pomo Subject: Seduction of Michael (gay/adult youth, oral, m/M DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between consenting 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 distasteful 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 2016 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@yahoo.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Seduction of Michael By Wolf My parents wanted the best for me so they enrolled me in Catholic parochial school. The school was taught by Jesuit priests and some very strict nuns. I endured many punishment sessions, at the hands of both nuns and priests for not being prepared for class, but I was fortunate not to be punished for smoking, coming to school with pornography. Some of my classmates did enjoy looking at pornography depicting various sexual acts from straight sex to lesbian and gay sex. Things changed when one of the old priests died. Very few people went to his funeral because he was very strict. There were just a couple of priests and a couple of old nuns at the grave site, along with a few of some of his students. There was a young priest presiding at the grave site. When he gave the prayer for the dead in Latin I recited it with him. I noticed his eyes on me as we finished and completed the sigh of the cross. At the conclusion everyone departed in small groups. The priest approached me and said, "I noticed that you recited the prayer in Latin with me. It is not common for students to bother learning Latin anymore." "I wouldn't have been surprised if Father Arnold would have risen to slap my face if I had mispronounced the prayer!" "My name is Father James...would you accompany me to the rectory to help me prepare for tomorrows mass?" I had done my duty many times as an altar boy, so I was not suspicious of his motives. The first thing he did was empty the smoldering 'All Spice' from the incense burner and put it away so that it could cool off. The next thing he did was remove the purple sash from around his neck, and kissed it before folding it carefully and putting it away. Then he untied the vestment at the back of his neck and removed the sash from around his waist, the last thing was he hung up the vestments he used. He was wearing black oxfords, black trousers, black button-less shirt with the white tab in the collar. He put on a clean black suit jacket, and Sat down in a comfortable wing backed chair. I sat on a footstool in front of him. He asked me about how I learned Latin so well, and I told him that Father Arnold had drilled me for years. Any failure to learn it properly I received bare bottom spanking with a leather strap. Many a night I had to hide my red butt from my parents. Father James admitted that he had learned Latin much the same way. He told me that his teacher would spank his bottom until it was flaming red, then he would take hold of his penis and jerked him off until he came in the priest's mouth. Then he asked me, "Do you masturbate?" I admitted that I masturbated every day. "Would you like to play with my cock?" I sprang a boner that tented up my tight pants, but I shook my head with a positive response. He casually opened his belt and unfastened his pants. He was wearing white boxer shorts. There was a dark patch of pubic hair sticking out of the fly. He reached in and pulled out a respectable seven inch circumcised cock with hairy balls. The left ball dangled much lower than the right one. When I asked about that he told me that almost all men's left testicals hangs lower. He took hold of my hand wrapped it around his cock. He admonished me to start slowly at first, and he assured me that he would tell me when to speed it up. I thought he had the prettiest cock I had ever seen. I was able to pull the skin up until it covered the big nob. Then I would pull it down until the skin would pull the front of the head down. It caused him a little pain, but he didn't complain. I jacked him off until he told me to speed it up, with a breathless voice. I started pumping my hand up and down as fast as I could. Father James stopped me and told me to put it in my mouth. I was thrilled to take his cock into my mouth. I could smell the pungent odor of his maleness and the laundry detergent use to wash his clothes. I continued jacking him off while taking the knob into my mouth. His cock felt like it swelled up and he filled my mouth with his cum. He stroked my throat until I swallowed his cum. He placed me on his lap and took my cock out of my pants, and skillfully sucked my cock until I fed him my clear cum. I was instantly in love with him. He came by several times a week. We would find a secluded place where we would take off our clothes and suck each other off. Father James also played with my asshole. I offered to let my fuck his asshole. He lay on his back and took hold of the back of his thighs and lifted his butt up, so that I could stick my cock in his ass. He rested his heels on my shoulders, and took hold of his cock, while I inserted my average cock into his asshole. While I was fucking him he jerked off until he squirted cum all over his hairy belly. I squirted cum in his ass. He asked me to lick up his cum from his hairy belling. I was proud of myself for pleasing him so much. While we recovered he asked me if he could breed me too. I was frightened by the size of his cock, but I couldn't refuse his request. He produced a rube of KY lubricant and greased up his cock and greased up my asshole with his greasy fingers. I had to bite my lower lip to keep from bagging him to take it out. He fucked me very slowly until he couldn't contain himself and fucked me while he jacked me off. It was my turn to squirt on my own belly. He licked my belly clean. For the next couple weeks whenever Father James got he alone he bread me like a whore. One day he invited me to visit the seminary he graduated from. I couldn't believe it took them six years to graduate and be ordained. When we entered the building the precast sitting didn't bat an eye as we made our way to the second floor. There were small cells that only had room for a twin bed, a chair, a desk, and a small wardrobe. There was a crucifix on the wall above the head boards. As we walked down the hall some of the doors were open. In some of the rooms there were two men. They would both be naked and one would be sitting on the bed or the chair while the other guy would be sucking on a cock. As we were making our way to his cell a man came prancing out of the showers. He was still drying himself, and playing with a fat cock. "Hi...Father James when did you start seducing tweaks?" Father James told me to pay that old queen any attention. He is like that all of the time. Just the same when we got to his room, that priest had followed us. Father James removed his clothes and helped me out of mine. I was nervous being undressed in front of that naked priest. Father James sat on the cot while he encouraged me to suck his cock. When I knelt on the floor and took his cock into my mouth, he other priest laid on the floor and started licking my asshole. I became a welcome visitor to the seminary and found my calling. I made up my mind to join their order. 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 pomowolf74@yahoo.com