I awoke that Sunday to find that Father Brian had already left early, for the two Masses and coffee clatches between. I showered and shaved, had a leisurely breakfast, and dressed in the best suit and tie outfit I'd brought with me, dress shirt with french cuffs and cuff links, etc. When he returned to the rectory after securing the now-empty church building, he smiled widely while feeling up my tie up to the knot and asked if I was ready for some fun. "Of course", I replied. We got in his car and drove out of town to a remote wooded location where a retreat of sorts was happening. It was a covert gathering of gay priests and their lovers. Father changed into a long white alb with a frontpiece that had the logo of his religious order embroidered upon it. With his glowing smile and white hair, he looked like an angel. As we walked around the grounds, he introduced me to dozens of priests and their better halves, all the while holding my hand solidly. With me in my best suit and tie and him all in white we looked like a bridal couple. I was flushed with humility as he clung to my hand and showed great pride at introducing me as his "precious boy". He was well-known and respected among this group of men, those ordained and otherwise, and more than one told me how lucky I was to have captured his heart they way I did. The cookout that followed was wonderful followed by a concelebrated Mass during which I served as both Lector and Eucharistic Minister. It was an impressive collection of delightful people all filled with love and the spirit. I was very lucky indeed and felt slightly ashamed at being angry with him on Saturday. Upon returning to the rectory, Father asked me to shower with him and I did. We kissed and hugged in the shower while washing and rinsing each other clean of the day's heat and sweat. After toweling each other dry, he led me by the hand to his bedroom. This was the first time I had been allowed in this room and I truly felt privileged to be there. Motioning for me to kneel beside him at the foot of his bed, we prayed and consecrated our love to each other. It was beautiful and I nearly cried at how happy I felt as we climbed into bed. Entwined in our nakedness, we kissed and hugged and caressed each other's bodies. He eventually lowered his head to my crotch and began to orally service me. It was incredible. He knew when I was approaching orgasm and whispered for me to "let it go" and I did............shooting wad after hug wad of my pent-up cum into his mouth. He swallowed every drop and licked my cock clean and dry. It was, without a doubt, one of the best orgasms I've ever had. He stopped me from reciprocating saying that it was my day to cum and that he would wait until our next discipline encounter before enjoying a good cumshot. I was thrilled! This meant that I WOULD be seeing him again soon! Alleluia! As I drove home I reflected upon all of the events of this incredible weekend and silently prayed that I would hear from him again shortly. If you're reading this now Father Brian, know that I love you and cherish you. I will always be here for you. love, Heywood, aka "Too Tall".