Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of male/male sex between consenting adults. If that sort of thing bothers you, or you are a minor, or it is illegal for you to read this type of content under the laws of your area, don't read any further. This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual people or events is purely coincidental.
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Chapter 3.
We were lying side by side in his bed, he gently stroked my hair, kissed me lightly on my forehead, cheeks, lips, while I was adoring the close up view of him. Body like a swimmer, hot under my palm. Hairs of various texture, fine and curly on his head, dense and straight on his chest, coarse and bushy on his crotch, his forearms and thighs and legs covered with longish dark straight hairs. Void of any hairs on the rest of his pale body, nipples hard, brown and smallish, like a pair of pine nuts. Room full of faint smell of sweat mixed with lingering fragrance of cum. My kind of heaven. He asked if I wanted to come.
"Later, unless you have to go somewhere"
"No, I've done my last sermon"
For the first time, he reached down and tentatively touched my cock, which never went soft, fingers like feathers floating by. He held and stroked it at a slow pace.
"I love your suntan, I'm way too pale, all indoor activities"
Then the stroking stopped, he lifted his arms and put behind his head, I never would have thought arm pits could look so sexy on a person, I reached over and licked it.
"Oouch, ticklish"
"I've told you the story of my miserable 19 years of life, what about yours?"
"Oh, my background couldnt be more different than yours, I have a very privileged upbringing. Nanny, Catholic private boarding school, chauffer driven car, the lots"
"Tell me more"
"Father made his fortune through property speculations in the 70s, when the market was at its lowest, last count he would have made more than 40 times on what he originally invested. I had a well provided childhood, but it was all very clinical, fixed routine for everything, all chores performed by servants, everything was neat and tidy and arranged in our household, but not much love, no breakfasts together, no Sunday roasts, no evening gatherings. Plenty of parties, cocktails, business dinners. I am the only child as my mother decided childbirth is bad for social life and her figure. My birth was the result of being a good Catholic wife. Mother would only showed some dutiful affection towards me in front of people, held me briefly, like a trophy. Father often stayed away, busy with meetings and womanising. I read of all his liasion with models and starlets in the tabloids."
"Why did your mom put up with your old man? If I was your old man, I would get a divorce and be free to find someone young and beautiful"
"Well, she has a good Catholic upbringing, doesnt believe in divorce, and she's happy not to have my father pestering her for sex, and as a result, no more baby. I overheard her phone conversation once, that she has control of half of my father's estate through a holding company, and another 15% through my entitlement in a trust account, if my father ever divorce her, he would have to give up an awful lot. Mother was happily spending her time doing charity this, charity that, a perfect high society family. Father was happy by playing the field, convenient for both of them, all in all"
"Did they know that you are gay?"
"Oh, yes, I told mother when I was 16, during a Summer break, "I think I might be attracted to boys", she simply said "David, dont talk nonsense, its only adolescent fantasy, it will all disappear in no time, I'll ask your father to have a word with you tomorrow"
"Next day father sat me down in the study and said "David, whats that silly notion about you being gay? Its common to developed mateship in a all-boys school, I dont want to hear you mention being gay ever again, full stop. Did you have sex with any of the boys at school?"
"Not yet"
"Good, as I said, its just a youthful phase. I messed around at school too, but out of curiosity of course. Now? I couldnt keep my hands off pussies" It all sounded so trashy, thats the only time I talked about my sexuality with my parents"
"Did you mess around at school at all?"
"No, not once. I did develope a deep love for my room mate at the boarding school, but nothing sexual. I guess my religious inclination, burden of guilt, and the disapproval sentiments from my parents stopped me from acting out my sexual desires. Although I did masturbate with every available opportunity, and Murdoch, my room mate, was the subject of my fatansies"
"And continues since"
"Yes, but the burden of guilt also continues. I thought with religious training and strong will I could control the flesh. But the longing for love and intimacy, desire to be touched, to be kissed, to connect, are too strong a force to be reckoned with, I'm just mortal human. Its a losing battle right from the start. Then came my first ever sexual experience with you before Christmas"
"I'm flattered. Why prostitute?"
"No complication, no emotional attachment, besides I was really just wanted to talk"
"Right, (some talking alright), why took up prienthood at the first place?"
"I've often asked myself the same question. But it just came naturally to me since I was 10 years old. Maybe its served as surrogate to parental love. I really dont know, I'm confused"
"Surrogate?"
"Substitute"
"How did your parents take it when you told them about your career choice?"
"They were shocked. I think they were also ashamed and embarrassed. They tried everything in the book to talk me out of it but to no avail, eventually they just thought probably I was insane and gave up. My homosexuality was less troublesome to them than going into priesthood"
"I thought she is a good Catholic girl"
"Well, I shouldnt say it, but thats what hypocrites are"
He leaned over and started kissing me, licking my nipples, my belly button, then the tip of my cock. Ever so gently, controlled, paced, I felt teeths scraping my cock, I'll have to teach him how to do it properly. I could hear sound of choking, but I continued pushing mercilessly into his mouth, I didnt care about his discomfort, I wanted release from this unbearable pleasure, orgasm hit. Cum filling his mouth, the sound of choking replaced by the sound of swallowing. First time for both of us today.
He looked up from my crotch, loved those blue blue eyes, "did I do alright?"
What a silly question.
(To be continued.)