Date: Tue, 4 Sep 2012 15:28:42 +1030
From: Philip Whitney <pmwhit2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Young Priest and the Altar Boy - Part 3

The Young Priest and the Altar Boy - Part 3

Father Mike Edwards had only been ordained for 12 months. He was an
extremely handsome young man, who looked like he was still a teenager, even
though he had just had his 25th birthday. His tight curly blond hair always
looked to be in need of a hair cut and had got him into trouble many times
at the seminary. The Australian sun bleached it in the summer and when he
went to the beach no one would ever have picked him as a priest. He was not
unlike an older version of young Sean and if they had been seen out
together no one would have denied they could have been brothers. Mike tried
hard to keep fit and on the mornings when he didn't have an early mass he
would go for a 10km jog. This was impossible while Father Joseph was away,
but he still found time to work out for half an hour on some gym equipment
his parents had bought him last Christmas. He often wore casual clothes
when he went out around the parish, especially if he intended calling into
the local pub for a beer. He only ever had two beers, but he thought it was
a good way to get to know his parishioners. He had also started a youth
group a few months back, mainly just playing table tennis and pool and
listening to music, but all the kids thought the young priest was pretty
cool. He was planning on taking them away camping, if he could find a
female supervisor for the girls. He had also managed to get Father Joseph
to buy a laptop computer for the parish. He had set up a parish web page
and email address and many of the parishioners were involved with this. He
also had his own personal hotmail account and kept in touch with some of
his close friends from the Seminary. In particular there was Father Barry
Smythe who had been ordained with Mike 12 months earlier. Mike and Barry
had started at the Seminary as thirteen year olds and had become close
friends instantly. Barry had introduced Mike to sex play and eventually
they had become lovers. In those days Mike was very naive and really didn't
know it was sinful, until a visiting priest while running a four day
retreat threatened them all with eternal damnation for having any form of
sexual depravity. During confession he had been cross examined by this
priest and Mike had volunteered just about every bit of information he
could. Much to Barry's annoyance when he later found out.

The problem was it was all too late. Mike was addicted to his daily wanking
and frequent sexual activities with Barry. He tried desperately to stop, he
even stopped hanging around with Barry, sort of removing the
temptation. This had only lasted a few days and then it was all on
again. So all that the retreat had achieved was that Mike was now plagued
with guilt every time something happened. He was weak and hormone
charged. Now as adults Barry frequently emailed him about sex sites and
Mike could not resist looking at them and enjoying them. Since there was no
chance of Father Joseph ever using the computer, Mike was not afraid of him
finding stuff he looked at on the net. He did, however, suffer severely
from guilt and every time he masturbated over boys' pictures and videos he
prayed for forgiveness afterwards and flagellated his bare back as he
prayed. This in some way exacerbated the problem as Mike's seven inches was
usually throbbing madly as he flayed into his bare back and several times
he had cum in his underwear.

Sean was the first actual boy he had been intimate with since being
ordained. There were other cute boys around, but he had always been able to
control his yearnings. He and Barry had continued to be lovers right up to
arriving at Saint Clements, but Barry hadn't aged as well as Mike, who
longed to return to the early days at the seminary when sex was great and
free from guilt. He had been looking at the younger fourteen and fifteen
year old boys at the Seminary for a couple of years, especially when they
flirted with the handsome deacon, but he had never had the opportunity to
act on his longing. Sean, however, was different. Sean was a beautiful
creature with the same desires that Mike had. Sean had openly flirted with
Father Mike from day one and it had only been a matter of time before
something would happen. Sean's mother, Mrs Clancy and the flu epidemic had
given him the opportunity to act on his desire to return to those early
guilt free years. Last night had been wonderful, but the guilt was still
there and had almost obliterated all the pleasure. Sean had needed his help
in the shower to wash his hair and naturally Mike had to take his robe off
to do that. He had resisted the temptation to kiss the boy passionately by
turning the boy around and washing his hair from the back. Unfortunately
Sean had leaned forward, pushing his bum cheeks back against Mike's
throbbing erection, causing him to have the best orgasm for many
months. The guilt had sent him scurrying from the bathroom, only to return
to Sean's bed later to say goodnight. Then in the night. the poor boy had
been so distraught standing naked by his bed. Surely God would forgive him
for comforting the child. In the morning the guilt had returned, so he had
tried removing the temptation, but surely God wouldn't expect him to throw
the boy out on the street. He enjoyed the boys company and enjoyed looking
at his beauty. What was there to feel guilty about?

As Sean sobbed into Mike's shoulder and the young priest tried to comfort
him by holding him tight, he hoped that his throbbing erection had gone
unnoticed by Sean. The rye smile that spread across Sean's face, as he
forced a few more sobs into Mike's shoulder indicated that it hadn't and in
the battle of seduction Sean was winning.

Sean had gone up stairs to the bathroom to wash his tear streaked face when
he heard Mrs Parker's voice. It was way too early to cook an evening meal,
so Sean listened at the top of the stairs to her conversation with
Mike. Apparently she had just called in to check what was needed from the
shops, so the young priest had informed her that there would be an extra
person to dinner that night and for the rest of the week until Mrs Clancy
returned. Mrs Parker was a close friend of Mrs Clancy, so was was already
aware that Sean was staying there. She made a list of kitchen needs and
left for the shops. From the top of the stairs Sean watched as Mike went
and sat at his computer. He was hoping that the young priest was looking at
some porn ,but quickly realised he was just checking his emails. Mike had
earlier emailed his best friend Barry and had emotionally told him about
the preceding night's events. He also explained his extreme guilt at what
had unfolded. He was pleased to see a quick reply from his friend and read
the long email several times. Barry was virtually saying: 'You lucky
bugger! Sean is obviously leading you on, so stop feeling guilty.'

This made Mike feel a lot better, but what did he mean by 'Sean was
obviously leading you on'? It had never occurred to Mike that Sean had
seduced him. Sean was only thirteen, surely he couldn't have been the
seducer? Suddenly he heard Sean's voice calling out to him."Father Mike, I
can't find a clean towel and I need my morning shower." Mike closed down
his emails and slowly went up the stairs to the closet where the towels
were keep. He selected one close to the heater that was warm and fluffy and
headed to Sean's bedroom. Sean wasn't in his room, so Mike headed to the
bathroom, were he could see steam drifting out of the door.

The door to the bathroom was wide open, so Mike didn't have to knock. As he
entered Sean was bending over with his back to the door removing his
underwear. Mike had no feelings of guilt as he paused and admired the most
beautiful bum he had ever seen. Sean was obviously an athlete as there was
no sign of fat, just firm rounded muscular globes. Mike could see Sean's
balls hanging loosely between his legs. They were almost hairless with just
a smattering of peach fuzz covering them. Mike wondered why Sean was still
bending over till he realised that his underwear had caught on a broken toe
nail and Sean was struggling to remove it without tearing the nail off. He
remained quietly admiring the view when he heard a soft puffing noise as
Sean must have delicately farted. At the same time his bum cheeks tensed
and opened up the dark crevice to reveal the perfect hole on the world. It
seemed to wink at the young priest as it squirted out its nefarious gas. It
was not totally unpleasant, almost sweet and Mike thought it was very
erotic.

As the underwear was released and the offending split nail gently peeled
off, Sean stood and turned to see father Mike standing there with the
towel. He pretended to be startled, though he had seen the shoes and black
pants enter the room when he first bent over. He placed the towel next to
the shower and opening the screen door entered the spray which Sean had
already set at the right temperature. He was fully aware that the young
priest was still standing observing him and decided to put on a bit of a
display. He started by soaping up his body, turning slowly so that Mike
could see it all. Then as he started soaping up his bum hole, he inserted
soaped up fingers to clean out any sign of hanging dags on the few hairs
that had started to grow there. As the water sprayed over his healthy
nubile body, he opened his eyes and realised the view was now totally
obscured by the fogging up of the shower glass. Just then the shower door
opened and a naked Father Mike once again stepped under the spray next to
him.

There was no pretence from the young priest this time. He knew exactly what
he wanted and no guilty feelings were going to stop it. The two were now
facing each other and as Mike told Sean he was sorry that he got angry
before, Sean placed his head against Mike's hairless chest and hugged him
tightly. Mike's dick was now at full mast and pressed against Sean's
muscled stomach. He flexed it a few times then placing his hands on Sean's
perfect globes he lifted him up so that their lips could meet. Sean wrapped
his legs around the young priest's waist forcing Mike's throbbing seven
inches straight out and along his crack. Sean rubbed his fingers through
Mike's hair which was now tight curls with the water spraying over it. He
gently kissed his lips and then as they slowly opened he inserted his
tongue deep into Mike's mouth before duelling with the probe that had given
him so much pleasure the day before.

He suddenly stopped and said that he needed a piss. Mike refused to release
him so Sean leaned back as far as he could and placed his hand on the top
of the shower screen. Thus allowing his perfectly straight five inches to
point directly at Mike's face. With a sweet girlish giggle he shot a stream
of warm golden fluid all over Mike. The first flood splattered against
Mike's chin and as it ran all over his chest Sean worried that he had done
the wrong thing. He quickly realised that he need not have been concerned
as Mike bent his head and opened his mouth allowing the golden fluid to
enter his mouth and flood down his throat. That being completed Mike
started rubbing his dick back and forth between Sean's bum cheeks. Sean
leaned forward once again and the pair continued their passionate kissing
which now tasted of Sean's golden piss, something Sean had not experienced
before. Leaving off briefly he whispered in Mike's ear:"Fuck me like this
please!"

For this to happen Sean had to take control, as the young priest could not
let go. Taking a bottle of conditioner from the shower shelf he squirted a
large amount onto his hand and then leaning over he rubbed it all over the
knob of Mike's throbbing member. Then lifting up his bum he manoeuvred the
knob between his cheeks to the entrance to his tight little hole. Amazingly
the missile entered with very little pain and very soon Sean could feel the
young priest's pubes against his velvet skin. It was difficult getting into
a rhythm in this position, but as Mike started to gently move in and out,
Sean found that jiggling from side to side gave him quite a lot of
pleasure. They both started to feel the impending climax and as the
movement got faster from both of them, their kissing became more
passionate.

Sean had cum first all over Mike's chest and in doing so his flexing bum
muscles had taken Mike over the edge. Within seconds he had squirted
strands of his thick cream deep into the depth of Sean's anal cavity. With
the wonderful feeling of the liquid flooding his inside Sean collapsed
against the young priest's body. As Mike's dick deflated it slipped from
Sean's orifice, followed by globs and globs of his own cum. He lowered the
boys legs and held him close to his body. This time there was no
guilt. This time he kissed the top of Sean's head and whispered "Thank
you!"  This time they were both very happy.

Sean was still dressing when he heard the front doorbell ring and Mike's
footsteps descending the stairs. He finished dressing and went downstairs
to find a delivery man from the laundry with the freshly laundered clothes
and linen for the house and the vestments and linen for the church. They
were in separate containers and it didn't take long for Mike to determine
what was what. He found a trolley for Sean and asked him to take the
laundry over to the church while he took the rest up stairs and he would be
over shortly. The church was still open from the Mass earlier so Sean
manoeuvred the trolley through the church doors and into the Sacristy. The
door to the vestry was closed, but as Sean didn't know where everything
went he sat down and waited for Father Mike to come over.

The phone rang just as Mike was about to head over to the church. It was an
important call and delayed Mike for some time. In the mean time Sean had
become impatient and had started looking through the vestments. He came
across his favourite one that he had worn a few weeks earlier on Easter
Sunday. It was the lacy surplus that he had worn over the dark red
cassock. It was a beautiful garment and it always made Sean's dick hard
when he put it on. He decided to do something he had always wanted to do
and started to strip his clothes off. Once naked he donned the surplus and
paraded around the sacristy, his hard dick clearly visible through the lacy
frill around the bottom. As he turned around, his firm bum cheeks were also
clearly seen through the holes of the lace. He was on his third turn around
the sacristy when the door opened and Father Mike entered. Sean started to
apologise, but the young priest was totally turned on by this spectacle and
after locking the door behind him immediately started removing his own
clothes.

He asked Sean to remove the surplus and put on the red cassock, but to
leave it unbuttoned before replacing the surplus. Then he donned his own
cassock and chose a purple chasuble to go over it. Then he held the boy
firmly in his arms and kissed him passionately on the lips. he then asked
Sean if he had ever fucked someone and when the reply was negative it
excited the young priest even more. In the corner of the sacristy there
were two prayer kneelers that were occasionally used on the altar. Father
Mike brought one over and knelt down, leaning forward on the support
rail. He then decided this wasn't the right height and placed a small foot
stool on top of the kneeler, which would bring his bottom to about the
right height. Before kneeling once again he pressed play on the cd player
and within seconds the dulcet tones of some boy sopranos were clearly heard
throughout the church. He then lifted the back of his cassock up exposing
his hairy hole for Sean to experience. Sean could not believe what was
happening. This was one of his fantasies. His dick was as hard as it had
ever been and protruded through the gap in his unbuttoned cassock. It was
clearly visible through the lacy hem of the surplus and when he lifted up
the surplus, the bulbous head glistened with pre-cum as he almost ran
across the sacristy to where his handsome priest was waiting.

After years of being fucked by his friend, Barry and also continued use of
a dildo, Mike's hole was not tight and the pre-cum on Sean's dick allowed
him quick entry right up to his sparse pubes. Even though he had never
experienced this before, Sean had seen enough videos to know exactly what
to do. If his red cassock wasn't draped over his youthful bum a casual
observer would have seen his hips gyrating like a male rabbit humping a
doe. To Mike this was wonderful. He hadn't been fucked in over a year. The
unevenness of the match, between a thin thirteen year old dick and a fairly
loose twenty five year old bum hole only made the event more pleasurable to
both parties. If Mike had been tight Sean would have cum within seconds, as
it was it took at least ten minutes of wondrous pleasure to gradually build
up to the final explosion of joy as the recording of the Cathedral Choir
soared to a perfectly timed crescendo that also hid the screams from both
participants, as they climaxed together.

Sean collapsed onto Father Mike's back, panting like he had just completed
a 10km run. The young priest was also exhausted, it had been a while since
he had climaxed twice in such a short time frame. Their euphoria was
quickly dispelled as a sharp knock on the door of the sacristy brought them
both back to reality. Sean quickly gathered up his and Mike's clothes and
disappeared into the vestry, closing the door behind him. Mike called out
that he wouldn't be a minute and quickly removed the chasuble and slipped
on his shoes, before moving to the door to unlock it. To his amazement
outside was Sean's mother, Mrs Clancy. She told him that her sister had
recovered more quickly than expected and so not wanting Sean to be a bother
for the young priest she had decided to return today. She said she had some
shopping to do, but would return to pick up Sean in half an hour, thus
allowing him time to pack his things. Then she was off.

Sean was distraught at the news and the tears flowed unashamedly. Mike had
to think quickly and console his young lover. He told Sean he would think
of ways to spend time together. Obviously once Father Joseph returned he
wouldn't have been able to stay at the Presbytery anyway. He told Sean they
could perhaps go camping together sometime, probably not alone. May be the
youth group would be interested in going away in the school holidays, which
was only a few weeks away. Also if he wanted to they could go jogging
together each day. Perhaps into the country, or the woods. Yes! they could
jog through the woods.

Sean's bags were packed and he was waiting for his mother on the steps of
the Presbytery when she returned. He climbed into the passenger seat and
wound down the window. Looking at his beloved priest, his dick immediately
got hard and giving it a gentle squeeze he smiled to himself.  His mother
thanked Father Edwards profusely and hoped that Sean hadn't been too much
trouble for him. Father Mike patted his favourite altar boy on the head and
with a big smile said: "It has been a pleasure!"