The first Brother is the queue moved forward and stood in front of Paul.
"Brother Augustine," the Abbot stated in introduction.
So this was the Bellringer, the one he had been told about, the man who had been discovered fucking his priest lover upon the altar in a church.
But this was no sad countenance that met Paul's gaze; it was one of quiet joy. Paul quickly had his hands upon the waistband of the garment, enabling it to drop to the floor like all the others. The cock revealed was only average, but uncut and had a lovely veiny pattern on the foreskin. The cock was hard and seemed eager to join in rapportation with Paul's cock. Their bodies pressed together and their lips and tongues briefly met.
As they parted Paul suddenly remembered something -- the Sign of the Phallic Cross! Why had the Welcomers not done this? He concluded that it was perhaps because he had not initiated it first and they had not wished to draw attention to the fact. Well he would make sure that he would make up for that by sharing the sign with the rest of the Brethren.
And after this had been done there came the one whom the Abbot introduced as Brother Simon. The Head Cook of the Abbey, the man responsible for what he had so far eaten, the man who held the secret of the mayonnaise in the sandwiches he had eaten.
Paul found his mind starting to become a blur as Brother followed Brother, repeating the ritual with each. He tried to take in each name, each face and each cock as they were presented to him but decided that it would not me important that he did. There were just too many to take in at once but he hoped that he was at least conveying the greetings personally to each one and he was sure that each one was conveying them personally to him. They only had to take in one extra name, face, cock, and therefore it was much easier for them but he knew that they would have been through this themselves when they had been Welcomed into the Abbey. It had not perhaps been so difficult to remember everything about everyone when there had only been twenty and the further down the line, the more people would have greeted them as they entered into their Novitiate.
Paul felt himself getting into a rhythm. He calculated that each greeting was taking approximately one minute or slightly less but of course he could not be sure. He could see the line of brothers gradually shortening. The brothers appeared to come from all races and nations, tall and short, skinny, muscular and well built, the range of cocks large small and average, both cut and uncut, most of them in erection, some of them only semi-hard. It was going to take some time to get to know them all as individuals and to have full sexual erotic sharing with them as such.
Whilst this was all going on music was softly being played on the organ, Paul was sure that the organist had been one of the first brothers to greet him as there had only been a short lull in the music. Although he was not really listening, concentrated as he was upon the matters of all this naked male flesh, he had recognised certain of the pieces -- Ave Verum Corpus by Mozart, Jesu Joy of Man's desiring by Bach, the Toccata from Widor's Fifth Organ Symphony and Panis Angelicus by Cesar Franck. Paul had no doubt what they had renamed that to!
And then, no doubt specially in his honour, he heard Welsh airs being played. Calon Lan, Ar Hyd y Nos, Gwahoddiad, Cwm Rhondda. In other circumstances he would no doubt have burst out into song but he found himself mentally singing them as kissed, pressed his cock against theirs, and performed the sign of the phallic cross.
Calon Lan, yn llawn diorny, Tecac Duw na lili lloes Dim ond calon lan all gannu Canur dydd a chanur nos.
It reminded him of his first gay sexual experience. How old had he been? Yes he was sixteen years of age again.
He and his best friend had been sharing a tent at the Urdd Eisteddfod where they had been singing in a duet competition representing their school. They were feeling elated at having won second prize and were still giggling their delight, first would have been better of course.
They had pitched their tent in a remote corner of the camping field to escape the noise and rowdyism of their contempories and also to get away from the noisy girls from their school who always wanted to talk about things that did not interest them. It has also given them more chance to rehearse and practice before the competition.
Now here they were afterwards laughing together in the late evening and sitting in the tent. It was quite light because it was summer and the day had been very hot. Neither of them were ready for sleep and Alun, his friend, had suddenly produced a bottle of cider from his knapsack and they had begun drinking it, sharing it between them between swigs. Paul had felt very relaxed and it appeared that his friend, Alun, was also.
"Boy I'm hot," Alun had said in Welsh.
"Yes I am too," Paul had admitted, also in Welsh.
"I think I will get some of these clothes off and try to cool down."
Alun had undone his shirt and pulled it off, then he had lifted the vest underneath it off over his head and thrown it in one corner of the tent.
The cider was taking its effect and Paul started looking at Alun's chest, the smoothness of it, the flatness of his belly, the pink large nipples. It was nothing he had not seen before in gym class or at the swimming pool but then he had been in the company of others and had been more intent upon the sport. He knew he liked to glance at the bodies of other boys much more than other girls but he had never understood the reason for it or seen it as anything but a mild curiosity, just as he liked to see what other boys had between their legs in comparison to what he had, noting, as time went on, how they gradually got bigger and how much pubic hair they were growing.
He masturbated furtively at home of course and he and some other boys had talked about "wanking" and what fun it was and boasting about how much of the "white stuff" they could emit and how far they could shoot it but no practical demonstrations had been forthcoming. Some boys talked about girls and the effect that thinking about them had on their erections, the usual schoolboy boasts about how Gladys or Medi fancied them and how they would like to see them with their knickers down. Paul had invented stories to go along with them but he did not need girls to stimulate his masturbatory sessions, at that stage he needed nothing more than to stroke and fondle his cock for it to rise and demand satisfaction, he dwelt and revelled in the activity for its own sake. As time had gone on, however, he started to think about seeing his fellow schoolboys naked, and of their cocks, imagining seeing them hard and what the difference would look like.
Yet now Alun's body looked more special than it ever had before. His frame had filled out in the past few months and Paul knew he had taken additional gym activities, fitting them into his other studies as he prepared for the upcoming examinations known as "O" levels are "GCSEs". Alun had noticed Paul's eyes studying him but had said nothing.
"That's better, you should cool down too Paul," Alun suggested in a flat voice.
"Yes I should!" Paul had agreed and had soon also stripped to his waist, feeling the cooler air upon his skin as he had another swig of cider.
"You should do some more gym work Paul," Alun stated as he surveyed Paul's naked chest and stomach, "but it doesn't look too bad," with a grin as he took the cider from Paul and raised it to his lips.
"You need a bit more definition in your stomach, fifty sit ups twice a day would help that."
"Thanks I will bear that in mind Alun."
Alun reached his hand forward, grabbed Paul's hand and guided it to his stomach.
"Feel that and see what you can achieve!"
Paul's fingertips felt the smooth skin and the muscles that lay beneath. He allowed himself to move them around for a few moments before withdrawing his hand self-consciously.
"Yes, very good." he murmured.
"Now I will use my fingers to see if they confirm what my eyes tell me."
Alun reached his hand out and began feeling his way around Paul's chest and stomach. His fingers lightly brushed against Paul's right nipple and Paul had felt a momentary electric thrill as he did so -- it had felt good! He took another couple of swigs as Alun's hand carried downward, pressing into his stomach muscles lightly. He took his time, as if intently studying and did not withdraw his hand until he reached the waistband of Paul's shorts.
"Yes, a few sit ups and you will be like me," Alun concluded smiling and grabbing the cider back from Paul.
"Yes I would like to be more like you in that respect," Paul had admitted.
"Maybe like me in other respects too..."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, how do I put it, do you like girls?"
"Yes of course," Paul responded quickly, aware that his face had probably flushed red. Why would Alun ask such a question?
"Do you toss yourself off thinking of girls?"
"Of course," Paul responded again quickly but he knew he had not sounded very convincing, the cider and the fact that the questions had been sudden and that there were only the two of them, meaning that his usual guard had slipped.
"Do you?" was the best he could think of.
"I'd be lying if I said I did."
"What do you mean Alun?"
"Paul, I have been observing you and you don't chase the girls the way some of the other boys do. If you had been observing me you would have seen that I don't either."
"But you are Chapel Alun, you are not supposed to."
"Oh it's not Chapel teachings alone, I assure you. Chapel also says we should not be "abusing ourselves" that it's "an abomination in the eyes of the Lord" and we should be pure and unspotted for our wedding day!"
Alun took another swig and handed the cider back over to Paul. He reached for his knapsack, extracted a packet of ten cigarettes and a box of matches, took a cigarette out and lit it, inhaling as he did so.
"Chapel says I shouldn't be doing this either," Alun stated, inhaling again.
"Nor the cider for that matter," Paul stated in mock censorious voice.
"Would you like a drag?"
"Ok." Paul had indulged in an occasional cigarette behind the bike sheds, hoping the teachers would not turn up and catch them.
Alun inhaled again and then turned it around so that he could put it between Paul's lips, Paul was slightly taken aback by this as he had expected Alun simply to hand it to him.
Paul took a drag and felt the smoke enter his lungs; he coughed and removed the cigarette, breathed a couple of times and then took another drag, this time without coughing. The nicotine and the alcohol combined to make him feel a little more relaxed. He took yet another drag and replaced the cigarette between Alun's lips in like manner.
"Thanks."
"No problem, you can have some more in a minute."
Alun continued to smoke the cigarette and the sight of the smoke being exhaled from his lips set all sorts of things rushing around Paul's mind. They were sharing things from mouth to mouth -- the cider and now the cigarette. Why?
He found his eyes scanning Alan's naked torso again and this time he found himself enjoying what he saw more than he had before. Alun's eyes were studying him and a smile broke out, a knowing smile.
"Can you keep a secret?"
"Of course I can Alun, you have known me long enough to trust me."
"Then I will tell you why I don't think about girls and why I think you don't either."
"And what could that be?"
"Because, like me, you prefer boys boyo."
"I WHAT?"
"What I said. Be honest, if there was a naked guy in front of you and a naked girl, who would you look at first?
"What a question to ask!"
"Have some more cider. Paul, I have watched your eyes in gym, in the swimming pool, who you look at most in class and it's never the girls.
"I look at the boys too. You don't have to pretend with me, it won't work and just as I have been honest with you, please be honest with me."
Paul struggled with himself to answer Alun. What was the point in lying any more?
"OK I think about boys too -- guess that makes me a Poof."
"Oh that's just an ignorant insulting word that the boys use for anything they don't like or understand. They probably have some feelings like that themselves and are scared to admit it."
"Just as I am."
"It's not easy. I wouldn't say anything with anybody else around either, but just with you, alone and with the cider, and with the fact I fancy you, it was easier."
Those words! Alun fancied him, Alun was attracted to him and he had never ever noticed!
"I guess I fancy you too Alun," Paul had replied sheepishly, hardly believing he had said it.
"Wow! I am so glad you said that! Have another drag then give me a kiss Paul, I want to kiss your lips, I want to show you how much I fancy you."
Alun had handed the cigarette back to Paul who took another couple of drags before he stuck it through the tent flap and stubbed it out on the ground. The two looked at each other and slowly moved their heads together, their lips touched, lightly at first and then with more certainty. Their arms circled round each other and their flesh met together, feeling warm and wonderful. Their mouths opened and they began, instinctively to explored each other's mouths with their tongues. For Paul it felt wonderful and so natural, he felt the rate of his breathing increasing and he was also aware of other reactions, his hands were stroking Alun's named back as Alan was doing to his but what he was most aware of was his cock rising up inside his underwear and his shorts, pressing hard against the material.
One of Alun's hands left his back and began to caress his chest and stroke his nipples; he let out an audible moan and began to reciprocate. They lay down on the ground without parting their lips and just savoured the moment for what seemed several minutes before they separated and lay back giggling out of nervousness and relief.
"Dear God, I'm hard," announced Paul, "I could do with a wank."
"So could I," Alun agreed, "why don't we have one?"
"I will go outside and find somewhere to have one," Paul volunteered.
"Don't be silly Paul, why don't we wank together?" Alun said quickly. "We have gone this far, we might as well go a bit further."
"Great, it's just that I wasn't sure if you would want to," Paul replied.
"You must be joking that exactly what I want to do!" Alun exclaimed.
"We had better get the rest off then," Paul agreed.
"Lie on your back Paul and let me strip you."
Paul did not need to be told twice. He lay down on his back but inclined his head so he could see what Alun was doing. Alun's hands were undoing the waistband fastener of his shirts and once they were prised open he undid the button and quickly pulled them down Paul's legs and over his feet.
The tent in Paul's underpants was clearly visible, sticking out rigidly and he could see Alun admiring the sight. Alun's hands came down onto his chest, rubbing his nipples yet again, and then slowly moved downwards and Paul held his breath in anticipation as they searched the elastic waistband of his underpants. They paused there for a moment and brushed against the tip of his cock, straining through the material, which was damp with oozing precum from his excited organ.
Paul let out a sigh of delight as he felt Alun's touch upon his dick for the first time. Nobody but he had touched it since he was old enough to wash himself, and it felt many times better than his own touch.
With a grin, Alun started to pull his underpants off also, pulling the material forward to allow his cock to spring free without catching. Alun gasped with delight at what he saw and Paul, although he thought he might well have been embarrassed at somebody else seeing his hard cock was actually very gratified by the expression on Alun's face. He knew it was being admired and he revelled in the admiration.
"That is one beautiful cock, I hope you like mine when you see it."
He had of course seen Alun's cock in the showers and the changing rooms and had admired the sight of the four or so inches that dangled between his legs and the low hung balls that nestled beneath. He remembered the long foreskin and the eye of the slit that winked out from the end of it. He had also been curious about what it should look like in a more excited state. Now he was going to find out and a thrill rang though him at the thought.
"Well then you lie on you back now Alun and let me strip you!"
Without a word Alun had complied and he looked so eager for Paul to get on with it.
Paul repeated the manoeuvres with his hands that Alun had done to his chest and nipples. Alun had lifted his head also so that he could see what was going on. Paul undid the waistband of the shorts and pulled them down, the celestial vision of the straining bulge in Alun's underpants greeted him, Paul's own tool throbbed even more at the sight.
He let his hands fall upon the lump of the material and heard a sigh of what could only be called bliss from Alun's lips. Paul could not wait any longer, he was dying to free it and view it in all its glory, so he pulled the waistband of the briefs upwards and downwards, unveiling the glorious sight of what had been four inches but now was more like eight inches of throbbing pulsating male lust. The balls sac looked larger than he remembered it and the mass of pubic hair made it appear as if Alun's cock and balls were nesting, like a swan in the bushes. Paul quickly pulled the briefs down Alun's strong muscular legs, which were smooth like the rest of him. Once off Alun's feet he tossed them aside, not caring where they landed.
"You have a magnificent cock Alun, I always wanted to see it like this but never thought I would."
"No more than I ever thought I would be looking at your lovely leek boyo in that state. Now, lie beside me, let's kiss again and let out cocks kiss together too!"
Paul needed no more bidding, he lie down beside Alun and they turned towards each other and came together, he felt his cock brush up against Alun's cock as they pressed their bodies together and their lips and tongues met once again.
Paul felt his heart beating faster at the sensations he was experiencing and he could feel Alun's heartbeat doing the same. As they kissed he felt Alun's hand squeeze between them and bring both their cocks together in his hand, gripping the heads together and moving both their foreskins slowly up and down.
Paul gasped, this was an ecstasy he had never known, and the sensation of it could only be described as electric. He should be feeling nervous about it, or guilty that they were engaged in some disgusting, forbidden act, or that they might be discovered, but at that moment he did not care about any of all this, he was caught in the joy of the moment, the world was centred on his cock and Alun's cock, his lips and tongue and Alun's lips and tongue. He found himself placing his free hand on Alun's back, caressing it tenderly as Alun carried on caressing his cock. His hand moved downwards and caressed Alun's firm strong buttocks and Alun responded by shifting his buttocks to and fro and up and down against Paul's hand, clearly enjoying the sensations of touch that it produced.
Alun took his hands away and started to gyrate his body against Paul's, Paul could feel his cock being moved around by this and he could feel Alun's firm member doing the same. They were both breathing heavily and making moaning sounds, loud enough that each would hear the other but not hopefully loud enough that others might hear.
Paul detached himself from Alun's lips for a moment and gazed into his eyes.
"This is just so beautiful and it feels so natural Alun, this is more than just a wank, I think we are having sex!"
"Yes we are having sex Paul, we are doing what is natural for boys who like boys, we are becoming men and we are learning and doing manly things. Gracious boyo, I tried it with a girl only once and knew it wasn't for me and that it never would be."
"I don't think after this it ever could be for me either, this is definitely for me too," Paul confessed and smiled. Alun smiled also.
"Then if it's sex rather than a wank let's try some different things!"
"Like what?"
"Have you heard of blow jobs?"
Of course he had. The boys had boasted about how Gladys or Mair had sucked their dicks and how good it had felt. Paul had thought it was only something women did to men, but he had lately wondered more about it, what it felt like and of course what it would feel like to do it.
"Sure I have, but never done it and never had it."
"Then lie back and learn."
Paul had turned and laid on his back. Alun straddled himself over him and moved his body downwards so that his face was in line with Paul's very excited and sensitive tool. Paul lifted his head up so he could see what he was about to experience.
Alun took Paul's cock gently in his hands and stroked it; beginning at the engorged head, then down the shaft, around the base, across his balls, then back up the shaft to the head. He retracted Paul's foreskin slowly, Paul gasped at the delightful sensations he was experiencing.
Then, without warning, Alun opened his mouth and came down so that Paul's cock was inside his mouth, the head and part of the shaft vanishing inside. His eager tongue quickly made contact with the glans, making lubricated circular motions around it. Paul gasped again, nothing in his life had felt as good as this!
Alun's mouth released Paul's cock for a moment then he used his lips to start kissing it all over, interspaced with quick flashes of tongue. He also did the same to Paul's ball sac so that before long his whole genital area was wet and glistening with moisture.
"WOW! That's brilliant Alun!" he exclaimed.
Alun did not respond, instead he took Paul's cock into his mouth yet again, this time moving his head up and down whilst at the same time gently fondling Paul's balls, stoking and gently tugging them alternately.
What surprised Paul most was the fact that Alun took his cock in all the way down to the hilt. Where was his gagging reflex? He could feel his cock enveloped in the warm and wet environment, the friction and the lubrication combining into ecstasy.
He was also aware that he was already building up to an orgasm.
Alun appeared to be giving his cock rapt attention. His face generated the appearance of complete delight, sometimes his eyes were closed as if in prayer, and at other times they opened and looked at Paul as if to indicate that he too was enjoying the experience. It almost looked like worship.
"If you are not careful I will shoot Alun," Paul warned, "you won't want me to do that in your mouth."
Alun looked at him and slowly shook his head from side to side, indicating that he disagreed with Paul on that statement.
And on the contrary it seemed to make him intensify his efforts. The sensations felt even better and more hurried than before and Paul knew he could not prevent himself from coming shortly. He was moaning softly and breathing heavily in short gasps now the entire universe felt as if it was focused upon his cock and his balls. His climax continued to build all the time.
Alun suddenly stopped.
"I want you to kneel in front of me now Paul, I wish you could stand but the tent isn't high enough. Boy does your cock taste good!
"OK then," Paul replied and complied as quickly as he could.
On his knees he could see his cock level with Alun's face, it must be completely filling Alun's vision he thought to himself.
Alun quickly took Paul's cock back into his mouth and continued his oral ministrations. Paul used his right hand to play with Alun's hair and his right to play with his nipples in turn, stroking and tweaking them, which added even more to his complete sense of erotic sensation.
After perhaps a couple of minutes he felt himself ready to explode. Alun slowed his pace slightly and this seemed to make the build up even more intense.
"Oh Alun," he moaned, "I'm nearly there now."
Almost as soon as the words were out of his mouth he was.
The moment of orgasm hit his whole body like a wave, but unlike his previous orgasms this was more like a Tsunami. His cock and his balls were exploding with ultimate pleasure and pumping out his cum like never before. He could not see it but he knew it was happening. It must be filling Alun's mouth and ricocheting against the back of his throat. He could feel Alun's throat muscles contracting and drinking it down eagerly as a man might do after finding an oasis after crossing a desert.
Paul groaned as his whole body shook with fire. The moment seemed to last for an age although in reality it was only a brief occurrence. The pumping subsided and the fire faded into a feeling of fulfilment as his dick went sore as it always did after an orgasm. Alun had ceased all motion but retained Paul's cock in his mouth, as if determined to extract every drop that bubbled from his slit after the main ejaculation.
Alun lifted his mouth away and Paul was greeted with the view of his satisfied, more than satisfied, member. Another little Gobbet of cum appeared and Alun siphoned it up with a quick flick of his tongue.
He brought his face up to the level of Paul's face.
"Did you enjoy that?" he enquired.
"Did I ever!"
"Want to taste it yourself?"
Before Paul could reply he brought his cum drenched lips against Paul's and they began to kiss, once again opening their mouths and bringing them together, along with their tongues. Paul could taste and feel the residue of his load in Alun's mouth. It tasted wonderful, salty, creamy and sweet all at the same time as it was dissipated by their combined saliva.
"That was the most fantastic moment of my entire life!" Paul exclaimed as their mouths parted. "Where on earth did you learn to do that?"
"My uncle taught me, but let's not talk about that now."
That of course immediately aroused Paul's curiosity but he knew Alun well enough not to press the point at that moment.
"Anyway, it's your turn now."
"OK I'll try."
Alun quickly lay upon his back and Paul knelt before his cock, which was as hard as ever, expectant, waiting.
At first he was not sure what he should do. He knew very much that he wanted to reciprocate and he was not sure that he could exactly mirror what Alun had done. He would have to rely very much upon instinct but he was sure that Alun would make allowances for the fact that this would be the first cock he had ever sucked. A little nervously and self consciously he took it in his hands and caressed it gently, tracing his fingers over and around the bulbous head within it's foreskin, the crater created at the end brimming with a lake of clear liquid precum. He felt the smooth and flexible skin of the shaft and the pulse of Alun's blood flowing through the veins where they erupted to the surface.
His hands came to Alun's ball sac, gently massaging the elastic skin and he could feel the balls within moving around in response.
"That feels good Paul, you're doing well," Alun responded encouragingly.
Paul gradually returned to the head and he began to peel the foreskin down, it yielded without effort and the purple head was made naked, the precum spreading around it, covering the areas that it had been prevented from reaching by the foreskin.
"Here goes", he thought to himself as he bend forward and extended his tongue.
His tongue made contact with the tip, and he could feel the shape of the slit on his tongue. It detected the taste and the feel of the precum and made him want to lick up every drop. Almost before he knew it, his mouth had enveloped the gland and his tongue was exploring it all over, his lips encircling the rim. It felt and tasted good, but what was more it felt natural, some instinct within him providing encouragement and aid. He knew he was salivating, an automatic reaction, but nevertheless gratifying.
This elicited a gasp and a moan of pleasure from Alun, Paul looked up to espy him playing with both his nipples, his eyes were closed and his mouth was open as if in some private world.
Paul returned to his task, this time moving further down the engorged shaft of Alun's cock. He felt the tip hit the back of his throat and his gag reflex kicking in so he eased up slightly, calculating the level that he could comfortably handle. His meant he could only take it half way, he would have to try and improve upon that, if not on this occasion then on another. He was sure that from that point on it would no be a one off experience between them and was already mentally working out how they could get together for more at home.
Alun continued to moan and draw his breath audibly. Paul eased back up to the head and gave that more intense attention, one hand gripping the base and the other fondling and playing with Alun's sac, he noted that when he moved his fingers between the underneath of the sac and his ass that Alun moaned out "Duw, Duw, o Gariad Duw" (God, God, oh Dear God) and that he clenched his buttocks together up and down at the same time.
Paul could feel and taste more precum emerging and seeping out in his mouth; it felt like liquid silk and tasted like mild honey. How could he have missed out on the delights of sucking cock all this time he asked himself. What was more natural than for a guy to be sucking a guy? For that sharing of maleness and its essence that a woman could surely never appreciate or understand? It was male bonding at its ultimate, an intimacy and sharing that was unsurpassed.
Paul lifted his mouth away from Alun's cock and began to masturbate it; tugging the foreskin up and down over the purple helmet, observing how flexibly and obediently the foreskin obey his finger. He kissed and licked the shaft and then in one licking motion, his tongue went from the back of the head down to the balls and he sensed the change of skin and the hairs that his tongue encountered as it bisected the balls and came to rest. Almost without thinking about it he started to lick the sac skin and he gently cupped one of the balls into his hand and sucked it into his mouth, very gently, making sure his teeth made no contact with it. He sucked to create a vacuum and linked it all around before releasing it and proceeding to do the same with its neighbour. Alun was wriggling and groaning with sheer pleasure, unable or unwilling to try and hide what he was feeling.
Paul returned his attention to Alun's cock, and it was not long before he could sense that Alun was close to eruption.
"Want to kneel now Alun?" he enquired.
Alun needed no further bidding; he rose from lying on his back and knelt down, the extended organ nearly poking Paul in the eye as he did so. Paul kissed the tip again tenderly as a priest kisses an altar upon approaching it and opened his mouth wide once again.
Alun laid his hands upon Paul's shoulders, thrusting his dick forward into Paul's mouth as he did so.
"Let me fuck your face Paul, give me the control, relax your tongue and let me do the work!"
It was almost a command and Paul was happy to obey but slightly apprehensive that Alun would try and penetrate too far.
He need not have worried, Alun had judged how much of his cock that Paul could comfortably take and began thrusting back and forth in Paul's mouth, the shaft and head rubbing against Paul's tongue and the roof of his mouth. Paul loved the sensation and found himself gripping Alun's firm buttocks as they flexed in and out to provide the driving force for his cock.
"I'm coming!" he announced and sighed loudly as Paul felt the cock throbbing in the throes of orgasm. He felt his tastebuds flooded with a sweet and salty taste as the cum erupted like Vesuvius into his mouth, spurting out in thick gobbets, quickly filling the vacant space inside. Paul had no option but to start to swallow as the white flood came forth, filling him with its essence and confirming that his mouth had been effective at producing this result. Paul was intent upon getting every drop and as the flood subsided he gently continued to lick and draw the last vestiges of Alan's man milk before letting go, satiated and satisfied, revelling in the experience.
They kissed again, as they had after Paul had come, Paul giving back to the giver, part of his gift. Then they embraced, arms tightly around each other, feeling at one in their maleness and in what they had shared.
They lay back down upon their backs, nestling in each other's arms and did not speak for several moments, reflecting and drinking in what had occurred.
"I need a ciggie after that," Alun said at length and lit one each for both of them. They also finished off the cider, washing down the last vestiges of cum from their mouths to their stomachs.
As they smoked, Paul felt something other than lust for Alun; it was a deep affection, if not love.
"Thanks so much Alun, that was the best experience of my life."
"The best so far you mean," Alun replied with a smile. "You're a natural cocksucker all right."
"Was it OK?"
"I came didn't I"?
"And how!"
"What does it all mean for us in the future?"
"Well I know I want to do it again with you, if that's what you mean!"
"So do I!"
"There is a lot more we can do, I will teach you if you are willing to learn."
Paul was willing, more than willing, he knew he was hooked. He knew that he was who he was and what he was and rejoiced in it. He wanted learn and he knew that Alun was a good teacher.
Reality returned. The memories of that moment in time that had had its part in bringing him to this moment now here in the Abbey chapel. All the brothers had now been greeted with the exception of the novices, their own Holy Welcomes, fresh in their memories, with whom he would be sharing the learning process of the Novitiate.
Paul found his body attuning itself to what was next to come.
To be continued...
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