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Chapter 8.
After David left, I felt a bit light headed, wandering around the garden aimlessly, pacing up and down the footpath, nothing to do except thinking what might happen when I returned home, how to convince mom to come to Sydney with me, how this fairy tale would end. Everything happened too quickly, I was getting a headache. Besides, flying to Brisbane wasn't such a good idea, I was scared shitless thinking flying first time! I was sweating, not a good thing. I went inside the main house, checked out the fridge, nothing much there except some cheese, found some crackers in one of the pantry, that would be my lunch. Tried to turn on the T.V., no success, did't know where to start with so many buttons. I jumped when the phone rang, I eventually found the handset and it was David, enquiring it I found anything to eat as he forgot to organise lunch for me. He mentioned some frozen T.V. food in the freezer, Oh, crackers and cheese would do me fine. I sat down on one of the leather sofas, munching away, thinking, I might just be able to get use to all this. Wandered back to our little cottage, lied on the bed, turned on the little radio, I could smell his scent on the pillow. I held it tight against my chest, buried my nose in it, and fell asleep. I didn't hear him come in, when I opened my eyes, it was still daylight outside. He was busy talking on the phone.
"Hey, did I wake you up?"
"No, I normally don't take nap during the day, I needed that one though, with all those non-stop sex"
"Are you ready for more action now?" He's getting cheeky.
He organised pizza delivery that evening. While we were eating, he looked at me seriously and said "I have something important to tell you", Alarm bells ringing, "don't look so worry, I'm just going to tell you about my conversation with Bishop Robinson this afternoon, which concerns both of us" Listening "I told him all about you" "ALL?" "yes, and what happened between us, and asked him what his thoughts on my continuing to carry on my responsibility as the priest for the Paddington parish"
"And?"
"He said, he personally is more than happy for me to carry on as normal, but the current debates within the church on homosexual partnerships and homosexual priests are extremely divisive, and my circumstances certainly will not help my cause, he is certain that I could easily be labeled by some church members as a rich spoiled kid who couldn't keep his vow and now using his wealth to pursue an alternative life style, and soliciting the services of prostitutes etc. etc."
"To Chase cocks?" "So to speak" "My being a rent boy and a kept boy doesn't help?"
"That's only him analysing the likely scenarios and expected reactions from some conservatives in the church, you should know my true feelings and commitments towards you by now" he continued "he said if I keep going as a priest, it will only make my life more miserable, and knowing my background, he suggested I could do more good by putting my family wealth to good cause, rather than saving a few souls preaching in the church, the suffering public needs practical help, not more empty words, action speaks louder than words, he said. Then, I was told to take a month's leave and use the time to think it over. In one sentence, I should resign and live a different life, Brother David no more in 4 week's time" My heart missed a beat, he's going to give up his priesthood for me, too much sacrifice.
I put my hands over his, tongue tied, all emotional, no words were good enough to express my love and gratitude to this guy. And he understood me.
"There's a couple of things I want you to take have" he took out from his brief case a mobile phone, told me to write down its Nos. and showed me how to use it. Confused with those buttons. Then a small pocket phone book for me to write down his mobile No., the No. of this house, its address, and asked me for the phone No. back home. "We couldn't afford a phone, we used our neighbor's phone mostly". So I gave him the Nos. of our neighbor, the Newmans. Then, he handed a a wad of cash, "I don't need money, I have some in my savings" "no argument, just take it, in case" Didn't count it, but by looking at it, a couple of thousand bucks at least, generous man.
We decided early night, to catch the 5 a.m. flight, we must get up by 3. While he was brushing his teeth in his boxer shorts, I was running the bath, too early for bed. Tested the temperature, undressed, stood behind him over the wash basin, rubbed those little pine nuts slowly, mirror fogged up. Put my fingers through the chest hairs, wiggled my finger into his belly button, followed the thin trail downwards, hot knob brushed the back of my hand, wiry bush surrounded the thick root, tight sack with heavy balls. Down the boxer shorts. Rubbed my cock against his crack, pushed pass more wiry hairs, my pubes met his globes, my tip slid under his balls, I was rocking side to side, sliding forward backward.
Back to the nipples, more rubbing, pinching, licking behind the ears, felt him shivering. He turned his head and kissed me, moaned, fluid exchanged, tongues met, loved that minty flavor. Heard the sound of running water, tub must be nearly full. Led him away from the basin, I got in first, he followed. We sat facing each other, big tub. Gay version of Pretty Woman Eh?
My toes of both feet found their target, pulling the forekin up, then down, better turned off the taps, too full. Applied some soap, the whole thing twitching, not too quickly, brother. Slid my other hand under the water, finger tip found the little opening, waiting for me, gaping like a gold fish, sucking in my finger like a baby, I went a little deeper, knuckle passed the ring, all in. The second, followed by the third. His face went all red, his temples throbbing. I shifted myself closer to him, his legs wrapped around my waist, slowly I withdrew the fingers, replaced them with the tip of my cock, so tight. I nudged half an inch or so in, patience, my friend. A bit more, the crown passed the grip of the ring. Hard work. I wrapped both my arms around him, pulled him gently towards me, while at the same time I wiggled deeper into him. When it was all in, our faces were inches apart, his eyes went all glassy, I was bouncing him up and down by simply moving my legs. I then laid back against the side of the tub, and he started to ride my cock like a cowboy at the rodeo. I used both of my free hands to soap up his cock, masturbating him with a palm on each side, sandwich formation. I heard the groan, signalling he was close. Leaned my head closer until my lips touched the head of his cock, a deep throaty cry followed by the eruption, hit my eye brows, my cheeks, dripped onto my lips. The pulsating grip of his ring, the friction, that tight tight tunnel, the smell, the taste of his sperm, Ahhhh, I let out a loud cry and let go, shooting, shooting, endlessly, into him, to get deeper, to shoot deeper. To dive into that deep blue sea, looking for the love I longed for, right there, just in front.
When I opened my eyes, I saw his blue eyes staring down, with me lying on the bathroom floor resting my head on his naked thighs.
"You slipped under the water, blacked out, almost drowned" "Good for the tabloid"
"I think I better call in my doctor Dr. Winters to check you out" "No fucking way, what are you going to tell him? I almost drowned while fucking you in the tub? No No No, I'm quite OK"
That night I was restless, tossing around. "Are you OK? something bothering you, tell me please" "Well, mmm, I've never got on a plane before, a bit worry, don't know what to expect, thats all" He chuckled, "I tell you what, I'll come with you, if the plane goes down, we'll go down together" "Don't talk nonsense, I'll manage, you stay here and wait for me" "No, I want to come, I'm on leave, if you remember. Besides, I can keep an eye on you"
Love has no bound....
To be continued.....