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Authors Name: Unknown
Story title : Priest
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Our parish Father is about one of the nicest guys I
have ever met. He is young and Irish. He hadn't been
ordained too long when he was assigned to our town.
Immediately, after he took over the job of running our
scout troop. He took us camping, and he really enjoyed
sand lot baseball as much as any of us. It seemed he
understood us boys better than our parents.
I'm seventeen. Most of my pimples are gone and I am
rapidly developing into manhood. I am certainly aware
of my development. My peter has grown and I have a full
bush of blond, silken hair around my balls. My peter is
always up at the wrong times. Why does it have to
happen at school? I walk into class with this big
uncomfortable throbbing bulge and I can't do anything
about it. I feel everyone is staring at my crotch.
Every night, before I go to sleep, I jack off. I also
jack off in the morning before I get up. There isn't
such a thing as a bad jackoff, but the mornings are
real good. My body is extra firm. My hormones are at
their peak. Jeez! It feels so good when I come.
What really pisses me off are wet dreams. Nocturnal
emissions, they're called. I'm still a virgin, but I'll
be dreaming about pounding a wet pussy, then WHAP! I'll
come in my shorts and all over the bed. I have to get
up, wipe the gooey mess off of me, change my shorts,
then try to find a dry spot when I crawl back in. Damn,
it sure makes me mad.
I am jacking off more and more. It seems I need more
and more relief. I think I really need a good fuck, but
pre-marital screwing is absolutely forbidden by the
church.
I go to the confessional and confess my masturbation
addiction and its frequency to the Father. I have to
pay the usual penance.
Once, leaving the confessional, the Father said, "I
want to meet you in the garden in about an hour. I want
to talk to you."
I killed time in the garden, counting pathway bricks,
watching goldfish in the pond, and enjoying the spray
of water that came from the fountain in its center.
The Father arrived. We sat on one of those white stone,
Roman, cement garden benches that are really hard.
There was no-one about so we could talk.
The Father told me he knew a lot about growing teen-age
boys and what they were going through. He described all
my symptoms without my saying a word. All I could do
was nod my head. He moved closer and put his hand on my
inner thigh, rubbing and patting it.
"Perhaps, my son, you need me to help you along with
your problem."
He looked directly at me. He was such a kind person. I
really felt good just being near him.
"What do you mean, Father?"
"You need more than your own hand to satisfy your
needs. You need someone to teach you more about your
body. I've helped many boys to work their way through
this period. I would like to help you too." The Fathers
hand moved up and down my inner pants leg. It felt kind
of good.
"But Father, I really wouldn't know if I could do it. I
would like to be shown, but I would be so embarrassed."
"That's why I want to teach you, my son. When the
lessons are over, you will be more grown up. Your shy-
ness will be gone, and you will know how to handle the
new joys that will come your way. Your own hand can't
teach you this. Someone else must."
"Do you think I am really ready to fully learn...that I
could handle it?"
"That's for you to decide, my son. I don't want to rush
you. I don't want to do anything to make you feel un-
comfortable. Perhaps you are still too immature. Think
about it. Take your time."
Me immature? I am seventeen years old. I know a lot of
things, but I need to learn a lot more... about sex.
Days passed. I was hornier and hornier. The Father was
right. I craved something besides my own hand. I also
needed to learn more about these feelings that were
bothering me.
"The Father is a man, too", I mulled. "He has a prick
and balls. He was a teen once. He is also a man of the
cloth and knows a lot about a lot of things. He also
understands the needs of boys. I trust him. I bet he
COULD teach me a lot." I arranged for my first lesson
the following week after school.
When I arrived, the Father ushered me in to his study.
He had pulled the drapes. There was a table in the
middle of the room covered with padding, a sheet, and a
pillow. The Father faced me with an understanding
smile. He put his hands on my shoulders. "Are you ready
to begin?" I nodded.
I was directed to go behind a standing screen near one
wall and to fully undress. Behind the screen was a
chair and a very dark, blue robe. I took off my shoes
and socks, then removed my blue dungarees, shorts, and
T-shirt, which I hung over the chair. Completely nude,
I slipped into the robe. The robe was not new. And I
wondered how many boys had used it before me.
I stepped from behind the screen and re-entered the
room. The Father met me and embraced me. His hand moved
down and untied the robes sash. He opened it slowly
then pulled the robe back over my shoulders. It slid
down my arms and dropped to the floor. I stood naked.
The Fathers eyes slowly roamed my whole body. "It's
Gods child." he said quietly.
I felt embarrassed standing there unclothed. I also had
anxiety, wondering what was going to happen.
The Fathers warm, soft, hands traveled down my back,
over my butt, and a ways down my legs. Moving upwards,
they stroked my outer thighs. Traveling further, they
moved inwards up over my stomach to my chest and stop-
ped. I felt a soft pinch on each nipple. My crotch had
already been tingling a little while. His feel was
really turning me on. My penis was uncontrollably ris-
ing. In moments, it was straight up, completely hard.
I felt it should be covered. Few had seen my naked
body. No one had ever seen me with a hard-on.
While I knew the Father understood, I still cupped my-
self with my hands. The Father, slowly, but firmly,
pulled my hands away. He knelt down. Without touching,
he inspected my prick.
"Beautifully formed," He said quietly. "A staff as hard
as any I've seen, capped by a beautiful red knub. God
made you with a perfect boy's body."
I was flattered by his remark. My crotch was now start-
ing to tingle really bad. I was led to the table and
instructed to climb up and sit. The Father grasped me
and gently lowered me to where I lay on my back. His
hand moved lightly over my abdomen. My skin quivered.
I gave an initial start when he touched me. He gently
gripped my stem with one hand and explored my sack and
balls with the other. It was a new excitement.
The skin on my shaft was moved slowly up and down. I
grew even harder as a wet thumb made slow circles over
my piss hole. Jeez, it felt good. God Damn, it felt
terrific.
My balls were cupped and tenderly pulled downward. I
was stroked faster. Someone other than myself was
fondling my balls and pulling my peter for the first
time.
My throbbing dick had never been this sensuous. I could
feel my cum slowly working up my pee tube. It was be-
coming more intense. "I'm coming. I'M COMING!". With
what seemed to be volcanic eruption, wads of white
cream spewed out of my cock and over my body. The
Father continued to hold my balls and prick until I
stopped convulsing. Splashes of cum that lay on my
chest were then softly rubbed into my skin.
I looked at the Father with an expression of gratified
pleasure. The Father smiled down on me. He really did
understand my needs.
I lay there limp. My eyes were closed. The Father
embraced me. His warm wet lips pressed against my
mouth. My head and shoulders were lifted. His body
pressed against mine. My mouth opened spontaneously.
His tongue entered, circling inside my mouth, over my
teeth, around my cheeks, over my tongue, slowly sliding
back into my throat. This was my first REAL kiss. I
loved it.
Fondling started again. My wonderful feeling returned
with all of its intensity. I was rolled to my stomach.
I felt kind of vulnerable in this position with my bare
butt exposed. I didn't care. I couldn't see what was
happening back there, but I was ready to try anything.
It tickled as the Father's fingers traveled lightly
over my buns and up and down my crack. I flexed tight
when my cheeks were spread. No one had ever seen my
asshole except my Mom. She saw it when she had to give
me an occasional enema when I was smaller. On few
occasions, I had backed up to a mirror, bent over, and
taken a few looks myself to satisfy my own curiosity.
Even with my tight flex, a well lubed, slippery, finger
worked through my cheeks, found my asshole, and ran
around its outer rim. Gently pressing in, it slowly
circled one way and then the other. I involuntarily
clamped even tighter as I felt his hard, extended,
finger working farther up me. I'd poked my own finger
up my ass once. It hadn't felt very good. This felt a
bit better than when I did it to myself. It was a funny
erotic feeling. I still clamped tight. I couldn't relax
I also couldn't halt nor abort the finger that slowly
slid to its hilt. It was drawn back and forth many
times, wiggling with each stroke. When it slipped
completely out, I thought things were over. No way. It
was relubed and slid in again. This time, it went up
my butt much easier. I had relaxed a bit. It was feel-
ing pretty good by now. The Father really knew what he
was doing.
I was again turned onto my back, my asshole still feel-
ing the effects of its massage. My prick was throbbing.
I wanted nothing to stop. I was really in to experi-
encing the new, passionate, pleasures that Father had
promised.
Father started to fondle my balls and jack me again. I
needed to come. I started to squirm. He stopped for a
few moments, then continued. I was hot with new juices.
He paused and let more build up inside of me. I was
ready to explode. I couldn't stand this much longer
without coming.
The Father put his head in my crotch and slipped my
swollen purple tip in his mouth. His wet saliva tongue
rapidly circled it. Gawd! I was going crazy. This
really was a powerful feeling. I grabbed his head and
worked it up and down. I wanted more of his tongue and
mouth.
Two fingers started to slip in my rear. It was too
much. Cannons exploded, stars appeared, fireworks
burst. I may have screamed in ecstasy. I can't re-
member. I regained my senses as the Fathers warm hands
massaged my body.
"That's all for this session, my son. I will expect you
next week."
* * * *
During the next week, I thought a lot about what I had
been shown. The Father was right. With just one session
I had learned a lot about my body sensations. I had
been introduced to touch and feel. I had been intro-
duced to sensitivity. I had been introduced to caring
and love. I had been introduced to sex.
The father had also said that probably my current visit
would be all that would be necessary. He added I could
come back if I ever needed to.
On this visit, the father greeted me wearing a robe. I
was not asked to go behind the screen and undress. I
sat on the table. The father undressed me here.
First he slipped off my shoes and socks. He then
unbuttoned my shirt and help me slip it off. My under-
shirt was pulled over my head. His hand undid my belt.
I felt the top snap of my pants open. He pushed against
my crotch as he slowly pulled my zipper down. The whole
process was very erotic. I was hard. He had me stand,
my pants were ready to fall. The Father took my pants
waistband then hooked his thumbs around my briefs and
slowly pulled. Everything came down, my white briefs
still embedded in my pants. I stepped out of my fallen
clothing. I stood in the nude, displaying my erect
penis. This time, I didn't feel so shy.
The Father removed his robe. I didn't expect this. He
stood naked. I didn't know whether to turn my eyes away
or stare.
"It's alright, my son. We are both men. Inspect me.
Feast your eyes as you wish."
My eyes traveled over his nakedness. I was viewing the
anatomy of a grown man. He had hairs on his chest and
his legs. His balls were partially hidden by a full
bush that grew in his crotch. His hard-on was more
round and longer than mine. He was slim. He was uncut.
I knew I would have a body like his in just a few more
years.
"Kneel, my son."
I knelt and faced his erection.
"Take your hands and touch me. Explore me."
I'd never touched another penis. I didn't know how, or
what to do. The Father understood.
"Just explore me like you explore yourself."
My hand moved between his legs and upwards. His pouch
met my palm. His balls moved freely as I gently kneaded
them. I carefully felt each one, then again ran my palm
across the bottom of his sack. I felt the softness of
his pouch. His dick rose higher.
I was fascinated by the skin that covered its tip. I
was viewing a closeup of an uncircumcised penis. I'd
seen an occasional limp one as it passed me in the
school shower room.
That's what the doctor had done to me right after I was
born. He'd cut my skin away leaving my tip to be
exposed for the rest of my life. I could never cover
it.
"Put your hand on my stem and pull the skin gently
back," said the father.
I did so, and watched the head slip through the fore-
skin making a full appearance.
"This is called uncapping", said the father.
"I wished I could be uncapped," I thought.
Sliding the skin of his erection back felt good. It
gave me a compulsive urge. I pulled it forward watching
the cap disappear. I did it a second and third time.
"You are pleasing me, my son", the father said. I will
show you how to do even more. I want to you to feel me
in your mouth."
I remembered last week, when the Father had done this
to me; how good it had felt. The Father was now asking
me to return the pleasure. I felt honored and humbled
to serve. I didn't really know how, but I put it in. I
started drawing with a hard vacuum.
"No, my son. That gives no pleasure. You gently draw it
in. The rest is done with your tongue. Now, lightly run
your tongue around my tip. Pay special attention to the
backside.... Move your tongue up and down in this area.
...That's it...Ah!...Now move up over my hole... Gently
swirl its top...Yes!... Now, slowly stroke my shaft and
fondle my balls. I did as I was told.
The Father grasped my head and started moaning. Once, I
pushed his penis as far back in my throat as I could,
then I returned, directing my tongue as I had been
instructed. I was learning so much. I was proud to be
his student.
The Father stroked my hair and moaned. I felt his tip
get larger and pulsate. His warm juices sprayed into my
mouth. The Father was sharing part of himself with me.
I felt honored. I let his cum slowly run down my
throat. I wanted to enjoy this moment. I kept his penis
in my mouth long after it was limp.
I arose. I could see in his eyes he was very satisfied
and proud of me. We embraced; held each other tightly,
and our lips met. A warm feeling of caring and love
came over me.
It was now my turn. I lay on the table with my legs
spread. Orgasm after orgasm followed as the Father
fondled and sucked. My penis would not go down. I was
exhausted, but the wanting of more pleasure would not
go away.
A hard, greased finger slipped under my balls, felt
down into my crack, and found my asshole. My butthole
offered no resistance. The finger slid in easily, all
the way up. A second finger started its entrance, mov-
ing up slowly alongside the first. My hole opened
wider. Both fingers slowly turned as they were gently
moved in and out.
I was slid to the end of the table. The father lifted
my legs high and spread them, pushing them back towards
my chest. I knew what was going to happen. I wanted
nothing more. I helped him open me as wide as possible.
I felt the touch of his hard tip. The erotic feeling of
a hard shaft slipping through my expanded asshole
followed. I felt stuffed. I felt full. I felt good. His
penis moved deeper.
I wiggled to help it slide in. Slow strokes followed.
They built up to faster motion. Soon my butt was being
pounded as the hard rod rapidly moved through and with-
in me. I gripped the sides of the table. My butt wig-
gled and squirmed, demanding more and more. I was out
of it. I screamed as cum involuntarily shot from my
dick.
I don't know how long I lay there. I heard my name
called. It was the Father. He was stroking me.
I felt serene. I felt tranquil. I felt cared for. I
felt loved. I had passed through a new revelation of
life.
"Your lessons are over, my son," the Father said quiet-
ly.
THE END
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WARNING: This story contains unsafe sex. In this day
and age it is just plain stupid to perform unsafe
sexual acts. This story is for entertainment, not to
be imitated. Be smart, take care of your body, you
are only issued on per lifetime!
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