Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2006 15:25:32 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: The Abbey 5 The Abbey 5 By Bald Hairy Man. This is an adult gay story for adult gay men. I this offends you, DON'T read it. This is a fantasy, not a sex manual. Play safely. Joe was an enthusiastic bottom. He liked having my cock in his ass and I could feel his enjoyment. Once my cock penetrated his tight sphincter, his rectum was a quivering mass of sexually charged flesh. Joe was a somewhat dumpy man, but he was an energetic and appreciative bottom. His ass quivered and shivered as I thrust. Hard and sexually excited Joe struck me as attractive. He was so responsive and appreciative, I got swept up in the moment. I pulled out a few times, so I could ram him deep and hard. Each time I did this his ass relaxed a little more. Soon it was almost as if his ass was caressing my cock. I became just as enthusiastic as Joe and I felt my spunk rise. While I wanted to hold back and make it last, that wasn't to be. I tensed up and my balls began to tingle. I began pulled out, so I wouldn't rear load Joe. "Fill me up!" Joe moaned. "Shoot it deep!" He tightened his ass to grab my cock. I began to shoot. As I spasmed, Joe's cock spewed his seed in long creamy ribbons of man spunk. Joe released his vicelike grip on my cock as he had his orgasm. I pulled out. My cock was still drooling cum. Ivan leaned over Joe and licked up the buckets of cum that covered Joe's torso. He licked up the globs that were furthest from Joe's cock and then licked his way toward Joe's meat. Ivan lapped up the cream from Joe's bush, then from the cock itself. Joe's big head looked as if it had been glazed with cum. Joe quivered as Ivan's tongue cleaned up the organ. After he cleaned up the cock his tongue wandered to Joe's balls. "Damn!" Joe exclaimed. "Do you want me to stop?" Ivan asked. "Hell no" Joe replied. After that night, Joe came by the Abbey regularly. He wanted to check up on Rex, but I think he found us congenial company too. He usually came to see me after each visit to Father Rex. Joe wanted Rex to get a more rational attitude toward sex. "I don't think he realizes sex is a natural part of human life," Joe explained. "Sometimes I think he must have been sleeping through biology class. He doesn't realize virgin birth is the exception, not the rule." I laughed. "I thought that was more of a problem with nuns than priests," I commented. "Sometimes theological concepts play havoc with scientific understandings." "Rex just doesn't get it," Joe said. "I'm not getting anywhere with him. He thinks of sex as alien to his life. If you figure out any way to get to him, let me know." I said I'd let him know if I thought of anything that could help. I didn't think of anything, but when I got Rex to help Mario with his physical therapy, things began to improve. Mario was a handsome young man who needed a lot of help. Rex wanted to be helpful. He knew nothing of therapy, but he was willing to learn. Mario was attractive and friendly. He was also naturally affectionate and in need of affection. Mario's parents were more prone to say the rosary than give him a hug. Mario loved the brotherly affection at the Abbey and its physical expression. As Rex worked with Mario, I could tell he wanted to get closer to Mario. I knew Mario was willing, but Rex held back. Rex came to me. "Brother Jules, can I speak with you?" he asked, "Privately." "Of course," I replied. "Come onto my sitting room." We went to my room. "What's your problem?" I asked. "It's Mario. He's a fine boy and doing well, but I saw him with Ivan," Rex explained. "They were very . . . affectionate." "What's wrong with that?" I asked. "I mean, Ivan kissed him." "Did Mario object?" "No, not at all," Rex continued. "He seemed to like it. He responded." "Well what's wrong with that?" I asked. "Mario was very lonely when he came here. His parents were rather cold. He needed some affection." "I'm not sure it's right," Rex protested. "I wouldn't worry about that," I said. "They are enjoying themselves, that's all." Rex looked unconvinced. "I don't believe two people can do anything wrong because they are friends. I'm not worried about how they express it," I continued. "What do you mean?" Rex asked. "Ivan and Mario are both adult men. They are friends and I don't think there's a problem in the ways they express them selves," I said. "Ivan's not trying to take advantage of Mario. They enjoy each other. God created pleasure. Pleasure is good." "There is spiritual pleasure," Rex admitted. "Faith without deeds is hollow," I said. "You can't separate the spiritual component of life from the physical. If you ignore one aspect, or the other you aren't truly human. Some people are more physical then spiritual. I think you have the opposite problem." "The physical is sinful," Res murmured. "I think you're wrong about that," I said emphatically. "I think attitude and intent are the keys. I don't think there's anything wrong with expressing your affection physically as long as the feelings are mutual. I know there are some people who use others for their pleasure. That is wrong. But shared pleasures are gifts of God. Let's face it. Sex is the basis of life on this planet. To reject it is to reject life." "You really think that?" Rex asked. "I do," I replied. Rex left. While we hadn't begun overtly been talking about sex, it had turned in that direction. Rex knew what I was saying. He looked puzzled, but not shocked. He had something to think about. Over the course of the next few days Rex continued working with Mario. Rex defined patience, and that was good for Mario. Rex never got discouraged or aggravated. By the end of the week Mario had much better control of his left hand. That was quite an accomplishment. On Friday night Rex joined us in the bath for the first time. He looked uncomfortable when he saw us all nude, but after a few minutes he relaxed. When his towel slipped off, Rex didn't wrap it around his waist again. Father Rex was a bland looking man, clean shaven and blond. He had pale blue eyes. While he wasn't muscular, he was in good shape. His body was pale and almost hairless. The only color was his big, pink tits. Rex sat in the steam room next to Mario. Mario slipped closer to him and Rex put his arm around Mario's shoulder. Ivan came in and sat on the other side of Mario. The three men chatted quietly. The other men left the steam room for the pool, leaving only Mario, Rex, Ivan and me in the room. Rex rubbed Mario's back and Mario placed one hand on Rex's leg and the other on Ivan's. Mario's cock began to firm up. Ivan's sprung into full erection. Rex's member began to respond. Rex was looking at Mario's cock as it rose, but he didn't pull away. I think he pulled Mario a little closer. Mario looked at Rex and smiled. "We're all friends?" Mario asked. "Of course we are," Ivan said. Mario looked at Rex. Rex was still looking at Mario's almost erect cock. Mario moved his hand and touched Rex's cock. "Friends?" Mario asked again. Rex nodded. Mario slipped to the floor and took Rex's cock into his mouth. Rex was perfectly still. Ivan slid over and sat next to Rex. He put his arm around Rex's shoulders. I could hear Ivan whisper, "Mario's a loving boy, isn't he?" "Should he be doing this?" Rex asked. "He enjoys it," Ivan said. "As long as you enjoy it, all is well. The injury damaged his ability to feel some things. This he can feel." Mario deep throated Rex's cock. Rex's eyes rolled back into his head and he moaned. "Slow down a little, Mario," Ivan said. "Make it last. Rex likes it a lot." Mario slowed down, but he continued to suck. Rex couldn't hold back long. I could see him as he unloaded. I never saw a man with a more satisfied, indeed relieved look on his face. Rex was in heaven. I left the room and shortly later Ivan and Mario joined us. Rex went to his room. The next morning all was well at the Abbey. Rex came to breakfast and was more talkative and not as reserved as he had been. That day he worked with Mario on his therapy and even went to help Ivan in the garden. Rex came to see me just before dinner. "It didn't seem sinful," he said. "That's because it wasn't sinful," I said. "It's a natural part of life." "It wasn't what I thought it would be like. I thought I'd feel dirty," Rex whispered. "It wasn't like that at all. Mario liked it." "You liked it too, didn't you?" I asked. Rex nodded. "It's funny," Rex continued. "I had been told all about the evil aspects of sex. No one told me about the pleasures." He smiled at me. "I didn't have a clue as to why anyone would do it. Sex isn't what I thought it was. My mother told me it was degrading. Dad never mentioned it. He was an unhappy man." "Did they love each other?" I asked. "They stayed together for the kids," Rex admitted. "When things were good, they were civil." "Things weren't good very often, I'll bet," I said. "That's right," Rex said. "It was never very good. Mom prayed for a better life in the hereafter. She thought the Holy Mother would save her. She would have loved virgin birth." It was time for dinner, so we went to the dining room. Franz had cooked a good dinner and it was almost festive. Rex seemed relaxed. That night he went to bed early. I hoped he wasn't backsliding. A life time of being afraid of sex was hard to erase in a single day. I assumed he needed more time to adjust. The next day was much the same. I had to go to a meeting and was away until after dinner. It was after eight when I went to the bath. Franz and Bob were in the pool. I went to the shower and then entered the steam room. Rex was on the side with Mario, Ivan and Branford. I sat next to Branford. The conversation was quiet and the atmosphere was relaxed. No one was soft, but no one was completely hard either. "Any excitement here while I was gone?" I asked. "Not so much as an oddly shaped cloud in the sky," Branford replied. "I will say Rex has been doing wonders with Mario. Rex is a master at this. I don't have the patience." I sat on the other side of the room facing the men. Branford got on the floor and began to lick Mario's cock to full erection. Ivan stood up. I think he was going to the pool, but Rex bent forward and began to suck him. I was surprised Rex did this. Even more surprising was Rex's obvious enjoyment. If he was uncomfortable, he was showing no sing of it. Ivan's cock responded immediately and as it grew to full size, Rex grew more enthusiastic. I moved toward them. "Is their room for me?" I asked. Mario reached out and stroked my cock. Soon the five of us were sexually entwined. The steam had gotten thick, so I didn't know exactly who I was sucking, but it didn't make any difference. When the steam cleared, I was milking Rex. When he realized it was I, he shot off. If you like cum, Rex produced the mother load. All those years of abstinence must have created a vast lake of man seed. When Rex climaxed it more like a dam break than a normal ejaculation. He filled my mouth, I swallowed and then he filled me again. It wasn't just the amount of man seed, it was the force of his ejaculations. The stream tickled my tongue. He would shiver with each ejaculation and then let loose another massive spray. "When he finished," he whispered, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that." "It was good, Rex," I said. "Really good. I enjoyed it." "I loved it too," he said. "You don't have to pretend." "Rex," I said. "I like helping a man feel pleasure. It gives me a nice warm feeling." We went to the pool and cooled off. Rex seemed relaxed. I hoped he was beginning to feel comfortable with his new sexual feelings. I called Joe the next morning. I thought it might be good for him to see Rex and evaluate the situation. He came by that evening. They had a long talk and Joe left, without his usual meeting with me. That night Rex joined us in the bath. Everyone had been restrained sexually when Rex originally joined us. The ice was broken, and the activity picked up. He didn't participate, but he did watch. Franz took several cocks in his ass and Rex didn't leave. Franz was an enthusiastic bottom and enjoyed it. You could see the pleasure in his body's reaction to the thrusting cocks as well as in his moans. The next day a new man joined our group for a few days. He was an artist and muralist named Andy Andrews. He was Branford's friend and was going to give some advice on the restoration of the murals in the church. Mr. Andrews had a national reputation and we were lucky have him come. I was afraid Andrews would be a prima donna and might insult Franz. Franz had been working on the murals for years and I had no idea if he had done it right. Andy liked what had been done and gave Franz some tips. He had some easier ways to clean some difficult areas. Andy was an interesting man and got along well with the brothers. That evening Andy joined us in the steam room. He was tall, thin and had a runner's body. The phrase hung like a horse hardly began to describe what hung between his legs. He had the biggest cock I had ever seen. I never thought of myself as a size queen, but it was hard not to stare at it. I would have been embarrassed, but Ivan came to the rescue. "Is that thing real?" he asked as he stared at Andy's cock. "It looks like you have three legs." Andy smiled. "You mean this?" he waved his cock. Obviously Andy wasn't shy. "It is an attention getter. Branford told me it would be appreciated here."