Each and every time we hear the story about priests, clerics, we immediately think of those controversial, abusive and manipulating persons taking advantage of young boys. Paedophilia among these men in cloth is undeniably exists, but truly, being part of the church myself, I saw this is not as big as the media portray. I don't say I approve of this disgusting act, no. But merely there is another side of us that the masses don't know about. I am Father Geoffrey. I am 25. Ordained 4 years ago by my local archbishop. I doubt that I am attractive myself, but it seems that most people in the church – and outside of her – take notice of me being attractive. I didn't notice this before. Not until that night with Father Henry.
Father Henry, the Archbishop in my diocese. He is 63, full set of grey hair, rotundly handsome, notoriously, closeted gay. Before you think wrongly of him, no, he's not a toddler-cuddler. He's a normal human being just like many of us. He is 5'10" with a good set plumpness and beer belly, every seminarian would quivered with heating, stiffening passion whenever he is seen in his cassock or service vestments. Lots of us heard many things about him and how passionate of him on teaching young seminarians, and I am proud of myself when he took me as his protégé in my final year. He taught me a lot and he taught me well. Despite his authoritative, outward appearance, he is actually a submissive, obedient bottom if anyone could dominate him well.
It is all started with both of us meeting by chance in a toilet during a symposium in Vatican. I was in Rome with another ten other seminarians – picked by our bishop to be a spectator on interfaith dialogue in 2012. Being it as a chance, I was in the toilet as I really needed a pee and oddly, having trouble with fly as it was jammed after peeing. At that moment, Father Henry entered. Seeing me in distressed, he offered his help. This came as a surprise for me – by struck my excitement. Father Henry, with his distinguished look behind his glasses – as I said earlier – would quiver every seminarian, no, every MAN who sees him! My untouched, virgin, 6" manhood started to stiffen as he knelt as take a look of my fly. I tried to hide my embarrassment as the cock grew larger when suddenly he speaks.
"There is no need to be worried, my son. It's all good now," as he pulled my fly to the top easily. I thanked him afterwards and he went to the urinal. As I washed my hands, he told me to stay for a moment as he has something important to say to me – as soon as he finished peeing. I looked at him in peculiarity. "My son," he said, "- I need you to help me in my room. It's 32, east wing of the apartment," I obliged as I knew what is happening, and what will happen. He teased me by showing his meatful of endowment as he grubbled his ass. A normal indication that someone needs `something'.
My heart was full of excitement. So immense that I wetted myself with precum as I was near at his apartment door. I knocked, he opened the door, asked me in, and closed and locked it. I didn't see him as he's behind the door and instead I am looking at a spacious room with a view of St. Peter's Square. Suddenly, I felt my priestly cassock was pulled gently from behind and I felt a warm, cuddly embrace from my behind. I cuddled the hands that hugged me and said, "My dear Father, I –" He turned me towards him and there he was in his delightful passion in that clerical frock – black and claret with the zucchetto. Much different man when I saw earlier.
"I know what you think, my son. You might think I am a nasty, disgusting old man," he said in somberness.
"Not at all, Father. I am honoured. Whatever this is."
"I know you are, son. You have the same desire as I do, and we both are the same. The very first time I see you when you entered the seminary, I fell in love for you. But you were young, too young, and I had excruciated myself to hold this desire until you are now. Manly and masculine, no more a boy the first time I see. My son, may I embrace you with my all true love?" he monologued.
I was flabbergasted and asking myself what is happening right now. The most attractive man in my parish had just confessed his love to me. Coincidentally, he is not the only one with the mutual feelings. I fell in love with him too, ever since I was 15, the very first time I see Father Henry. I stood up and confessed to my love to him too. In that moment, we embraced and hugged.
I put my lips on his cheeks as he sighed with tears – of happiness I am certain. Unrecklessly, he planted his plump lips to mine as slowly it goes, we kissed. Passionately, deeply. Our hands fondling our bodies together and keeping our togetherness. His wonderful belly, his most prized asset to me against my body tighter and closer. Two priests making love in their respective cassock, my fantasy has come true after all these years.
We kissed unselfishly and I had my hands on his chest and playing with his lovely, worthy nipples from the outside. "Ooooh, my dear son!" he moaned. Now I see how sensitive his nipples are and I think it might be sensual if I give him a good sucking. So I removed his cassock one by one. Slowly so I could see the majestic physique of my long-yearning lover. I removed it all but his sleeveless white shirt and classic white briefs. "Aaah darling, what a magnificent sight!" I said.
Then removed mine, from my dog collar to my socks. Left my body bare only with my red tight, silky boxer-brief. Both of us were looking each other in love and passion as we both stared other's thickening manhood behind the closure. He took my arm, and led me to his bedroom. Surprisingly, Vatican supply a queen-sized bed for an apartment with this. Surely they know what the higher commands need every time they are visiting! In this case, it's the young priest himself.
He took me to his bed and together, we lie on it. Hands were fondling and lips were locking tightly as two lovers making their way to fulfil their long-awaited needs. I removed his singlet and he removed my underwear. I kept his underpants intact as I wanted to enhance this passion more. Unsurprisingly for this clean-shaven archbishop, my lover, he's smooth all over especially with his chest. His pubic hair is brown, clearly he used to have a beautiful then-brown hair. His cock was not entirely big, 5.5" but his set of balls were immense and it's the matter of time to be gobbled by wet and hot mouth.
I kissed him deeply and played with my tongue as he obliged. I went on to lick all over his face and to both of his ears, and that made him moan even louder. I licked all the way down to his neck and found his weak spot of which I exploited and making him moan even longer. I continued my lickings down to his chest and around his right, then left nipples. I could feel his quivering, unsettling movement which meant only one thing: He's extremely aroused now. "MMMMMMMMMMMM..." is only what I hear from his mouth.
I continued the nipple play more and more and this time I sucked his left nipples while playing right nipples with my fingers. Flicking and twisting it, sometimes pinching it to tease his moaning again – as it went louder and louder. We were not to worry about any noise coming out as Father Henry's room was rather secluded from the pathway and it was at the end of the building.
With both of my hands pinching his nipples, I went my way down, licking and wetting his wondrous belly and down again to his magnificent manhood. Its thick and wet head indicated that it is ready to be played. "Oh my son, please..."
Without hesitance, I opened up my mouth to receive the thickness of the holy rod inside my mouth. I moved my head up and down as the usual sucking went on in rhythm. I sucked and sucked and each time I pushed my head down deep to feel the stiff cock inside my throat. I gagged, but I loved every moment of it. I pushed it as far and as deep as I could. I felt Father Henry is moving his hips as if he is fucking my mouth. I played with his sack and squeezed his to make him feel hurt a bit – every time I did this, he would reacted by pushing his cock deeper and deeper in my mouth.
Then I probed his perineum and tickled it there before teasing his ass hole and pushing it gently with my index finger. "AH!" he responded. I was not certain if he was hurt or pleasured by the gesture, by the more I did it, the more he moaned. "My son, my lovely son, please. Your Father needs it so much!" I understand what he meant and it's about time too.
It's clearly that Father Henry is submissive because he didn't want anything but a cock in his ass. Not just any cock, MY COCK. "I have waited a long time for this moment, my son, now please satisfy your pleasure to your wiling Father!"
I lubricated his ass as I lubricated my cock and on his back, I pushed my thick boyish cock deep inside him gently and slowly. It was tight at first, but as I penetrate it gradually, it was going deeper and deeper and I felt Father Henry's ass was sucking in my cock voluntarily. A long moan complemented the air of the room, "Mmmmmmmmmm aaaaaaaaaaah... sonnnnnn. My sonnnnnn Geoffreyyyyy..."
His long and hard moan was enough to move my hips inside and out his ass quickly as he stimulated me to fuck and satisfy him. I put his legs on my shoulder just like missionary position, a classic and priestly sex position, to push my cock deeper until I felt my balls sucking in to it too. I could feel Father Henry's prostate and this seemed to arouse him more intensely.
"Ohhhhhh yes Father, your son here is fucking you good. " I said as the noise of fucking grew louder as my skin touched his.
"Yes, yes, yessssss fuck me good, my son. I longgggg for thisssss,"
As my hips moving and fucking him, I used my hands to stimulate his nipples as I am fucking him harder and harder. I know this technique will make him cum involuntarily because of the sensations between prostate and nipple sensory are complementing each other. And as I thought, I could feel his body moving unsettlingly.
"I am cumming, son, I am cumming, fuck me deeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!"
I pushed my cock deeper, rougher as he tightened his ass, sucking my cock deep inside him, I could feel his prostate at the tip of my cock head. And then...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SSSSSSSSSSS MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!"
Gushes of thick, warm and white cum coming out from his cock and squirted upwards to my chest and some to his chest as well. I kept fucking him as deeper as I could and played with his nipples as rough as I could to know that he was cumming for the second time round.
"Cumming again sonnnnnnnnnn! You are a good boy! Good boy!!!!"
"Yes Father, I am your good boy, fucking you hard. Mmmmmmmm!"
He came again, though as not as much as the first time. This made me highly aroused as well as my dear Father Henry's tight ass sucking my cock each time I fucked. I felt something coming out from my cock that planted deep inside him.
"Father Henry, Father! I am cumming soon!"
"Yes! Yes! YES SON! CUM! CUMMMMM!"
"CUMMINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
And I pushed my cock to the deepest cavern of Father Henry's ass and squirted my holy cum inside him for at least 10 times.
I kept my cock planted in him after cumming and he said to me, "My son, now I bless your seed inside me and stay it will inside there for quite a time. But bear in mind, son, I may need it again soon."
"Yes Father, please do, anytime and anywhere, I will be there for you as quickly as I can," I obliged.
"My son Geoffrey?" he asked.
"Yes, Father?" I answered, rather puzzled by his tone of query.
"Will you be my husband?" he asked. I was taken aback by this as this is not what I expected in my mind. But without thinking, I said, "Truly, YES, Father!"
And since that day, we were never apart. He even elevated my status to an ordained priest and his assistant in his diocese so we can always be together, anytime, anywhere. He told me that the next time we will be in Vatican, the Pope would love to meet us together. Father Henry, my husband is a good friend of the current Pope and I believe the meeting is more than a `meeting'. But for now, we embrace ourselves every day or night or both whenever we can.
THE END