My last discipline encounter with Master Billy was erotic and fulfilling for me and I anxiously awaited his next call for my servitude. I didn't have to wait long, only a few days, when he did indeed call again. He asked me if I wanted to meet an old friend of his, a Catholic priest named Father Brian. Master Billy knew I was Catholic and had a deep-seeded fantasy of bedding an actual priest, so I agreed to meet Father Brian and see what developed. Master Billy send me two photos of him, one in his black clerical suit and the other nude, tightly roped in the familiar Master Billy fashion that I myself had been subjected to. Lying on a hotel room bed, thoroughly bound with clothespins on his nipples and a red-hot erect cock firmly tied in the bonds. He was a very handsome white haired man, of German/Irish descent, and in great shape for a man now in his 70's. With a lovely cock as well, I might add. Just looking at his pictures made me want him and want to please him. Master Billy told me that Father had seen similar pics of me and finding me attractive also, wanted to meet me soon. This was an answer to a prayer, I hoped and hoped that we were as compatible and attracted to one another in person as our photos were. Master Billy told me the date, time, and place of this first meeting and emphasized that I needed to be in my Sunday best if I expected a successful encounter. Dressed in one of my best suit and tie ensembles, I waited at the hotel bar for Father Brian to appear. When he did, my heart nearly skipped a beat, he was even more handsome in person than any of his pictures. A firm handshake and a voice that melted me like butter combined with beautiful blue eyes and I was sold. I tried hard not to appear too willing or easy, but my genitals throbbed by just looking at him. After some long conversation and a few drinks, we had dinner. In his clerical collar and impeccable black suit, he was truly my dream-man come true. We agreed on almost everything we discussed from faith, to politics, to fashion and yes, even sex. He called me "Too Tall" since I stood nearly a foot taller than him, but was used to this since he had a younger brother who was my height also. After many years of overseas ministry in the Far East, he was still becoming accustomed to being with so many tall people here in America. As dinner was nearing its conclusion, he meekly asked me if I'd like to see his room. I calmly and casually accepted, while my heart fluttered like a hummingbird in heat. As we rode the elevator alone, he asked some very candid questions regarding my sexual history and I answered in total honesty. He was pleased with my answers and we proceeded to his room. Once locked inside, he asked me to kneel on the carpeted floor and he tied my hands behind my back. He buttoned my suit coat securely and tightened my tie's knot while telling me how handsome and sharp I looked. While continuing to ask me questions, he slowly undressed himself until he was completely naked before me. Again, pictures do this man no justice. Naked he was a near-adonis. A beautiful and sparsely haired body with a stocky and thick circumcised cock were now before my eyes. Helping me to stand, he walked me across the room, squeezing my ass cheeks through my suit pants as we walked. He sat in an easy chair and pulled me down to kneel between his legs. As he talked, he began to slap his cock against my cheeks and mouth while it grew to a fully erect condition. Swearing me to secrecy and fealty, I pledged my silence and love before he allowed me to suck him. His cockhead was thick and meaty and turned bright red as I sucked on it. I applied all of my best oral skills to his cock and balls while he moaned in gratitude. As he neared orgasm, he held my head tightly on his groin and I felt him shoot at least four large gobs of goo down my throat. After he recovered he helped me to stand and untied my wrists before starting to undress me. Once I was naked, we sat on the edge of the bed together, hugging and kissing as he stroked my throbbing cock, allowing me to cum into the air, watching my ropes of cum fall to the carpet. He asked me to dress in my suit and tie again and then took a few pics of me kneeling and sucking his cock before I left. I gave him my cell phone number and e-mail address and he promised that this was only the beginning of a long and sexually active arrangement. This made me very happy and I told him so directly. It's only been a few days since then and I still dream of him nightly. If you are reading this now, Father Brian, I love you and want only to give you pleasure, whenever and wherever you like. love, Heywood aka "Too Tall"