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THE NOVICE - Part Six
The Greetings were finally over. Paul had greeted the three novices who had been introduced as Patrick, Maximilian, and Andrew. He was determined that at the least he should remember them, as they would be his closest companions over the coming weeks and months.
He had noticed that certain things marked them out from the others. Firstly when he had removed their garments, they all still had their bushes of pubic hair, they had not been tonsured like the rest.
Secondly their cocks and balls were encircled by cock rings made only of rubber. Not all of the brethren had worn cock rings, but where they had they were made of metal, either silver or gold.
Thirdly, the three of them had worn leather slave collars around their necks. Were these more than symbolic? Paul suspected not, that it defined their role, at least in part, as novices, that they were being taught how to serve, as he would, to obey, to follow orders and commands, to be submissive as it was required of them. But there had to be discipline and order in any male group, even more when it was a group of gay male monks.
As they turned away, Paul notice one other thing, the black rubber end of a butt plug was manifest between the cheeks of their buttocks. Paul was intrigued by this, he had tried one a couple of times himself but only for short periods of time. He wondered how long they had to wear them and how often, no doubt he would soon find out himself.
The Brethren now gathered themselves in to a semicircle around Paul and the Welcomer and his assistants. The organ struck up the opening notes of another hymn, it was Cwm Rhondda again. Was this in his honour, or did they always sing this at this point?
Guide me o thou great Jehovah Gay and naked in thy sight! I am here to be thy vessel Of thy Love and sexual might. Bless my body, bless my body As I yield it unto Thee (unto Thee)! As I yield it unto Thee!
I am gay, as are my brothers, Loving Thee and loving men. Make my cock a mighty organ Give me the sexual power of ten! Strong erections, strong erections, Grant unto my Holy Cock (Holy Cock), Grant unto my Holy Cock.
May our lust and sex be glorious, Semen copious, thick and white! As we fuck and suck in union, Thanks and worship in Thy sight. Bless our orgy, bless our orgy, Of gay love and brotherhood (brotherhood) Of gay love and brotherhood.
And we pray now for our brother As he offers unto Thee. Bless his cock, his mouth, his anus Make him glad to be so free. On this altar, on this altar We shall share with him our cum! (him our cum We shall share with him our cum!
Paul quite liked the new words.
The stool was quickly placed before him and he knelt again.
The Abbot stood in front of him and addressed him.
"Brother Paul, you have been greeted by the Brethren, you are naked before them and they are naked before you. We are now gathered in naked brotherhood, hiding nothing from each other. I must now ask you the following questions, which you must answer freely and without reserve.
"Paul, are you now prepared to partake in the full communion of Holy Welcum?"
"I am."
"Are you prepared to receive and to share Holy Cum, the phallic nectar and life force of God that our balls produce, through the cocks of your brethren of your own cock as a sign and token of your Noviciate?"
"I am."
"Then lay yourself over the altar, spreading your legs apart and spread your arms over it. Prepare to receive Holy Cock and Holy Cum in your mouth and in your anus, be spit roasted before God and the Lord Jesus Christ and receive with joy that which is offered you in lust and love."
Paul stood. The Abbot and his two assistants moved to stand behind the altar, all their cocks fully erect. The stool was removed and he moved forwards to the altar and assumed position over it so that his head reached the other side and he could reach the Abbot's engorged cock that was proffered to his mouth. He seized it quickly with his tongue and lips and used his neck to begin to take it all in. The Abbot moaned loudly with pleasure as he did so.
He felt fingers on his anus gently commencing to apply something wet and silky, moving round his ring in a circle then and pushing inside, he was being lubricated ready for Aidan's cock.
A moment later he felt the pressure of the head of Aidan's cock against his ring, he relaxed and yielded as it slowly pressed forward and inwards, parting his ring around it and his prostate sensed the head pushing against it for the first time. An electric thrill pulsed through his body as it thrust forwards to the hilt and stayed motionless for a few seconds before beginning a rhythmic motion of back and forth, in and out, slow at first, but gradually building up speed. Gentle hands gripped his midriff and other gentle hands began to caress and fondle his balls. Even though his mouth was full of cock, he moaned softly, revelling at the ecstasy of having a cock in his mouth and in his ass at the same time.
It was not the first time he had experienced that joy. That belonged to his experience with Alun and with Alun's uncle.
Paul and Alun had started seeing each other sexually on a regular basis following that first time on in the tent on the Eisteddfod field. They spent a lot of time seizing opportunities as and when they could, in the toilet cubicles at school, at each other's homes when their parents were out, and finding quiet open-air places where they could be unobserved and the weather was suitable. They knew every inch of each other's naked bodies, every response that each gave the other, delighted in their moanings and the taste of each other's cum in their mouths. They loved to drain and satisfy each other several times in a day when they could so that each cumming gradually tried to a trickle as they drained each other faster than their balls could produce. They would collapse, exhausted, into each other's arms, tenderly cradling each other and kissing deeply, savouring each other's lips and tongues.
They played and fingered each other's asses also and Paul found that this intensified his orgasms. He knew he wanted to go further, to actually have Alun fuck him, but he was never able to relax enough and when Alun tried it, found his asshole too tight for success. Yet when he changed round to try to fuck Alun, his cock entered Alun's asshole with ease, but he was so excited about this that he had soon shot his load inside Alun's guts after only about five thrusts and he felt guilty that he had not been able to satisfy Alun's needs first but brought Alun off with his mouth as usual in reparation.
They lay back afterwards smoking their cigarettes. Paul was very quiet and Alun sensed that there was something wrong.
"What's the matter Cariad"?
"I feel bad about you not being able to fuck me and when I fucked you I came so quickly."
"That's OK, your mouth made me shoot my cum."
"That's not the point though is it? I want to experience your cock in my ass and I want my cock to take its time in yours."
"It's only time and practice Cariad, you need to learn that's all..."
"How did you learn?"
"The same as I did for sucking cock - with my uncle."
"Oh yes your uncle - you never explained about that after you mentioned him our first time in the tent."
"Well it's a kind of delicate matter - my parents would be shocked if they knew and also what we did was illegal, after all I'm only sixteen and the law is eighteen."
"But we are illegal also...."
"Yes, but we are the same age, he is in his early forties. I seduced him, he did not seduce me."
"Oh, how did that come about?"
"I always liked him from when I was young. I didn't know what it meant then, but I always found him very attractive and used to wank thinking of him naked. He taught me to swim and I used to love him holding me in the water as he taught me how to float and when he affectionately hugged me in greeting me, it felt so good in his arms. I could not help admiring him in his speedos and, well, the bulge in them was quite noticeable. I always liked looking at the bulges that guys had in their speedos and, well, the bulge in my uncle's was more than most. I used to get erections when in the water with him, but of course he couldn't see them although he might have felt them brushing against his hand once or twice by accident under the water as he balanced me whilst I practiced the swimming strokes.
Just after my sixteenth birthday my parents had to go to Europe on a business trip and they arranged for me to stay with him for a week - I had done this many times before, but this time my aunt was also away, visiting her sister in Canada and had taken my cousin with her, so we would have the house to ourselves. I had own room of course and would probably not have tried anything, nor would he, if I hadn't caught him when I came back unexpectedly to his house. I let myself in with the key I had been given. I thought he was out and heard noises coming from upstairs, moans and gruntings so I dashed upstairs to investigate and saw him in the guest bedroom, naked with another naked man whom he was fucking in the ass. They were so engrossed that they didn't even notice I was there so I quietly moved away, tiptoed down the stairs and then made very loud entrance noises, reopening and slamming the front door and shouting "are you at home Uncle?"
There were some noises of them getting off the bed and he shouted "yes down in a minute!" I was shocked, embarrassed and excited all at the same time and my cock was stiff in my pants. A couple of minutes later he came down the stairs with this other man talking in a voice that did not completely hide his embarrassment, something about he would wait for the estimate for the new windows or something, as if the guy had only come to make do a survey. Both their faces were flushed though, they had obviously dressed very quickly but their pretence would not have been very convincing even if I hadn't seen them at it. The other guy left quickly without even looking at me, just said "hello young man" as he passed me and he was out of the door far quicker than you would expect an ordinary workman to do..."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because usually they want cups of tea" Alun had ventured with a grin.
" "That was Mr Jones," my uncle had explained. For some reason I felt very bold and I told him that I had seen him with Mr Jones and that he had not been looking at windows. My uncle asked what did I mean? I told him what I had seen and that I had gone back downstairs to make a noisy entrance.
"He had gone a bright red and saw that denying it would be no use. He asked me what I was going to do about it and I said I would do nothing but I wanted to experience him doing the same to me because I had always been attracted to him and I liked men too.
"Well he had no choice but to comply did he? He took me back upstairs and I removed his clothes down to his briefs and ordered him to do the same to me. He was very reluctant at first but once my mouth got on his cock he gave in and began to teach me everything that I asked and when I asked him to fuck me he was very gentle and slow and took his time so that it hardly hurt me at all and in fact it gave me great pleasure very quickly, considering it's nine inches of cut meat I call that good going. "
"Wow! And have you done anything since then?"
"Once or twice. It's difficult with my aunt there, and my cousin of course, but if I am there and they go out then I take advantage of the situation. Funnily enough they are away next week and I think my uncle would be the ideal candidate to teach you."
"But I have only ever had sex with you... and I don't even know your uncle..."
"I will be there too - threesomes are good fun, you should at least try it."
"OK I will!" The idea was in fact quite exciting to Paul, enjoying more than one cock and trying new experiences. He felt his cock hardening at the thought and Alun giggled and smiled as he saw it rise.
The following week they had both taken the bus to the small village where Alun's uncle lived. It was about 20 miles from their home town and the bus seemed to take forever to get there but it eventually deposited them in the village square. As it was summer they were clad in T-shirts and shorts and had sandals on their feet.
The village did not look very prepossessing or busy. There was a small shop combined with a post office, a village pub called "Tafarn y Brenin" (the Kings Tavern). Behind the square was the tower of a church and it was this that Alun led Paul towards.
"Why are we going there?" Paul had enquired.
"That's where we should find my uncle at this time of day."
Paul had been puzzled. Alun had furnished very little other information about his uncle - perhaps he kept the church grounds or something or was a regular church attendee? As they reached the entrance there was a plaque, which informed Paul in both Welsh and English that this was St Illtyd's Church in Wales Parish, that the Priest was called Fr Dafydd Lloyd-Morgan, and that Holy Eucharist was celebrated on weekdays at 11am.
Checking his watch, Paul noticed that it was 10.45 and just as he did this the sound of a bell tolling came from the church tower. They walked down the path and entered the church through the porch door.
The interior of the church was painted in white with black beams arching from stone pillars upholding the ceiling. There were wooden pews each side of aisle, which led towards a raised area upon which the altar and choir stalls stood. There were six candles and a crucifix on the altar, the candles were lit, and behind it a stained glass window carried a representation of Christ, the good shepherd. There were very few people in the pews, a couple of old ladies and one old gentleman, none of them sat together, and their heads turned round out of curiosity to see who had come in. One of the old ladies clearly recognised Alun because she nodded and smiled and wished him bore da (good morning) softly in Welsh. Alun waved and wished her bore da back as he led Paul into a pew at the back.
Alun assumed a kneeling position so Paul followed and closed his eyes for a few moments wondering if he should try praying or just appear to be. He managed to mentally say the Our Father before he sensed Alun returning to his seat so Paul did the same, their naked legs brushing and touching. Alun seized his hand and held it, softly caressing it between his fingers and Paul felt embarrassed until he realised that nobody could see what was happening. Once again, Paul wondered where Alun's uncle was, he could not possibly be the old man sat in the front pew.
There was a ringing of a bell and the congregation stood as the priest entered wearing his vestments, accompanied by a male server in cassock and cotta that had plenty of lace hanging from it. They approached the altar, genuflected, and the priest bent forward to reverence it with a kiss. The server moved to the left and knelt whilst the priest walked behind the altar and turned to face the small congregation. He made the sign of the Cross as he said
"Yn enw ei Tad, ac ei Fab ac ei Ysbrid Glan."
The Congregation also made the sign of the Cross, as did Paul and Alun.
The Eucharist proceeded according to the rite of the Church in Wales, all through the Welsh language, but it was unlikely that there would be anybody present who did not understand it.
There was the General Confession, the Absolution, the Gloria, the reading of the Scriptures including the Gospel, the Sermon, the Creed, the prayers, the Offertory and the Consecration. The congregation were invited to come forward for Communion of the Bread and the Wine and Paul and Alun also came forward to partake, kneeling at the altar rail. When all had returned to their seats there was the thanksgiving, the blessing and the dismissal and the priest and server walked down the aisle to the church door to greet the congregation as they departed.
Paul and Alun were the last to leave and was surprised as he shook the priests hand to hear Alun's introduction.
"Paul, this is my Uncle Dafydd, Uncle this is my friend Paul." So the mystery was solved! The priest was Alun's uncle!
Fr Dafydd was about six feet in height, of medium build, dark brown hair, closely cropped, blue eyes which appeared to be studying him intensely. Paul thought him handsome and attractive, the smile was welcoming and the grip was firm.
"Hello Paul, I'm pleased to meet you. Alun has told me so much about you."
The tone was slightly conspiratorial; it was obvious that Alun had told him more than he would say about a mere friend.
Certain he was blushing, Paul mumbled that it was nice to meet him too but he also replied in kind about how much Alun had told him about him also although he expressed surprise to find that he was a priest as Alun had not told him that part.
"We will go to the Presbytery for coffee once everything has been finished off here. It will only take a few minutes whilst I change out of my vestments and lock up."
"That will be nice Father."
"Call me Dafydd please, you have not come to meet Alun's uncle as a priest..." a knowing wink.
Alun was engaged by now in conversation with a couple of the old ladies who were clearly interested in how he was doing and no doubt curious as to whom the stranger was. Whilst his uncle went back inside the church, Alun introduced Paul to Mrs Jones and Mrs Pugh who engaged him in polite small talk before they left to carry on their normal daily lives and Paul and Alun were left in the churchyard. Once the ladies were out of earshot Paul had to vent his feelings.
"Why didn't you tell me your uncle was a priest?"
Alun smiled.
"I didn't want to spoil the surprise!"
"Well it certainly was that!"
"The other surprise it that the server was the man I saw being fucked by my uncle. His real name is Dewi Price but don't worry he won't be involved today."
"Oh, have you done anything with him as well?"
"A couple of times in a threesome, but he is not as good at sex as my uncle."
"But you still enjoyed it?"
"Yes, I will confess, but it was more for the novelty and the experience. I needed to learn as you do."
As he said this, Fr Dafydd and Mr Price emerged from the church and the church door was locked behind them. Mr Price nodded at Alun and Paul, wished them bore da, and walked down the path and out of the gate at the end. Fr Dafydd smiled and invited them to follow him to the Presbytery.
The Presbytery stood right behind the church, in separate grounds, reached through a gate that led on to the garden. A small path lay between the gardens that lay on both sides of it, brimming with flowers and bushes and obviously neatly kept. At the end of the path was a small driveway upon which was parked a green Ford Fiesta car and behind that rose the mass of the building, built in an age when clergymen had large houses. The Presbytery had a Georgian character, though it was probably of Victorian vintage and had steps leading up to the front door. Fr Dafydd led the boys inside and Paul was greeted by a large entrance hall which sported an impressive staircase leading upstairs with doors leading off to rooms upon the left and right of the hallway and it was to the last one upon the right that he led them which turned out to be the kitchen, a bright modern room with all the mod cons that made it appear out of place with the rest of the décor. A large pine table and chairs stood in the middle and Fr Dafydd invited the boys to take a seat whilst he filled the kettle with water and switched it on.
When asked as to preference, the boys both opted for coffee, Paul black and strong with no sugar and Alun for white coffee with no sugar.
Fr Dafydd could not resist the usual comment that the boys must both be sweet enough.
When the kettle had boiled and the drinks had been made, Fr Dafydd joined the boys at the table and handed them their coffees, his like Paul's, was black and sugarless.
"So you are the young man that Alun has been telling me about," Fr Dafydd said as he lifted up his mug to take a sip.
"Well I guess so, but I don't know how much he's told you..."
"That you and he are lovers but that you have a problem he thinks I can help you with."
Paul felt himself blushing at the frankness, but then why should he expect anything else, for that was, after all, the reason why he was here.
"Yes, I want Alun to fuck me but whenever he tried my ass tightens up and he cannot get his cock inside me," he admitted with equal frankness.
"Yes he told me." Dafydd looked towards Alun who nodded his agreement. "And he thought I might be able to help in that department, well we will see but first I have to ask you to promise never to tell anybody outside of this room about this - I'm a married man and I also have a position in this community to protect. Also I am a priest and that carries with it added risks..."
"I completely understand and of course I will say nothing about what happens except to you or Alun."
"Good." Fr Dafydd took a packet of cigarettes out of his trouser pocket and proffered them around. All three lit up and inhaled. Fr Dafydd obtained an ashtray from a drawer in the table.
"When I am on my own I smoke in here as well as in my study, when my wife is here I can only smoke in my study," Fr Dafydd informed Paul with a smile. "Shows you how much I am master in my own house!"
They smoked and drank their coffee and chatted about various things and then Dafydd began to talk about his sexuality, how he considered himself a married homosexual rather than a bisexual and how he had to balance the different elements in his life and the conflicts and problems that this brought. How he had struggled also with his vocation and his faith, how he had learned to be discreet, also how he had found sexual encounters in likely places and how frequently it occurred in religious situations despite the official stance of churches, many of their ministers and members followed their natures rather than the teachings about homosexuality which were in any case mistaken and wrong. How he was convinced that men loving men was as old as mankind itself, often denied and suppressed but still there deep down in the male psyche, how liberating and true it was when men accepted and followed their natures and accepted that they were created thus, of how he believed the Creator was honoured when his creation used the gift they had been given, that there was no sin or shame in it when it was with consent of all those involved, there were no procreation issues and it was not adultery. Paul found one of his observations particularly fascinating:
"...Think of it logically Paul... it only takes one single sperm to produce a human being and yet everyday our balls produce millions. Is all the rest of the sperm and the fluid in which they swim designed to be wasted through wet dreams? What is the point of so much production unless it has another significance? In itself it has to be a special divine gift to be shared, a life force to be manifested. It is proof of orgasm, a sign and token of a man giving of himself, his essence if you like, that delights those who appreciate it. Its taste and feel, the sight of it, has a great significance beyond that of procreation. For centuries cum has been regarded and worshipped as something special in itself. Christianity took an anti sex stance and only grudgingly allowed the ejaculation of semen for one purpose only and within very strict confines but it defies logic and God does allow us and expect us to be logical in how we view things."
"That makes sense to me Dafydd, I know the joy and fulfilment I feel when Alun shares his cum with me and I share mine with him."
"I feel that when I share it with any man. It is, for me, the ultimate male bonding. In some societies a boy does not become a man until he has shared his cum with other men, usually several, and they have shared theirs with him. That involves sexual activities and men are best at those with other men. Men know what other men are experiencing, they know what is feels like to have a cock and balls, the joys of a proud hard erection. They know what it feels like to have their cock sucked and therefore they can suck cock better than any woman can. They know what cock in ass feels like and know what it feels like to have their prostate glands stimulated by a man's cock. They know each other's erogenous zones. I could be daring and say that heterosexuality is the abnormal condition in terms of what is like and unlike!
"There is an interesting reference to "strange flesh" in the New Testament and some people use this in their arguments against homosexuality. Logically speaking, however, the flesh of men to each other is not strange, it is the same, and therefore it cannot refer to gay sex. Men have a special brotherhood, I believe that their cocks and balls have a special connection with each other, that it is same flesh meeting same flesh, experiencing and enjoying that connection in sexual communion.
"It is a privilege for a man to be able to share and teach another man, it is a loving and giving service and it is sacrificial in surrendering our bodies to each other. When we excite each other that excitement is visible and tangible and it is further confirmed by orgasm and ejaculation. Whether or not a man ever explores or fully experiences this brotherhood it is still there within him and it only requires the right key to unlock the door.
"I also believe that to love men in this way is as much as vocation as any other for some of us. It is a ministry deserving as much respect and acceptance as any other and its celebration is both deeply spiritual as well as sexual. Therefore you have come to me for ministry Paul, your spirit as well as your body longs to know and experience more. My humble body will be offered as a means of sexual grace to you and in return I too will receive sexual grace as will Alun also."
Paul felt overwhelmed by the words - they rang so true to him and he could find nothing with which he disagreed. He knew that his cock was also agreeing as it has risen within his shorts, rigidly pressing against his briefs underneath. Dafydd offered him another cigarette, which he gladly accepted.
"I can understand why Alun recommended you," he stated as he exhaled. "You seem to have really thought things through deeply and can put those thoughts into action. Please be my teacher and I will do my best to learn."
Alun put his arm around Paul's shoulder and planted a kiss upon his cheek.
"Yes Paul my Uncle Dafydd is a very good teacher," he confirmed. "He was also the first person to teach me the joys of being fucked by another man. He is gentle kind and understanding, a good penis priest, and I know you will benefit as I did."
"But first we will eat!" Dafydd exclaimed. "These things are done better on a fuller stomach and I have a casserole in the oven which is nearly ready."
Whilst they ate the talk was of a more general nature, about how Paul was doing at school and his plans for the future. The casserole was followed by more coffee and cigarettes and Paul felt very relaxed and replete. It was obvious that Dafydd did not want him to feel hurried in any way and in any case Paul thought it was a good idea to get to know his sexual mentor a little better.
So it was about an hour after they had finished eating that Dafydd asked Paul if he was ready. Paul stated that he was and Dafydd led Paul and Alun into his study, another large room but comfortably furnished with a desk in one corner and a couple of leather armchairs. Upon one wall hung a crucifix and the side of the room opposite to it was taken up with a large and very full bookcase.
"We will start with a prayer for God's blessing upon our endeavours," Dafydd stated and knelt on the floor. Paul and Alun did the same.
"Oh God our Heavenly Father, we Thy children gather in thy name to share our brotherhood in sexual love. May our hearts and minds and bodies lean upon thee for thy strength and succour. Bless thy servant Paul as he prepares to learn how to receive the cocks of his brothers in the Temple of his anus and us Thy humble servants as we instruct him. In the name of Christ Amen." He finished with the sign of the cross and Paul and Alun did the same.
"Right, before I become involved I need to see what the problem is so I will just watch you and Alun making love Paul, see what you can manage to achieve or not." He went to his desk and sat down, opened a draw, extracted a packet, and placed it upon his desk.
It was a packet of KY lubricant.
"Just pretend I am not here for the moment."
With that command, the boys turned to each other and began to kiss passionately. Alun was soon tugging at Paul's T-shirt and Paul lifted his arms to allow Alun to remove it. Paul reciprocated and they were then both naked to the waist, kissing and playing with each other's nipples.
They both kicked off their shoes and began also to undo the belts of each other shorts and pull down the flys. The shorts slid down to the floor and they stepped out, Dafydd was then able to observe their tight white briefs, straining with the erections inside.
They pressed their bodies together, cock against cock, kissing and playing with the cheeks of each other's asses through the material. Alun then knelt and quickly pulled Paul's briefs down so that his cock could spring forward and Alun seized it expertly in his mouth. He brought his hand around to Paul's ass and began running his fingers up and down the cleft, teasing his asshole as he did so. Paul was moaning with the pleasure of it all. Dafydd opened the packet, opened the tube and tossed it towards Alun who squeezed some upon his fingers, his mouth all the time on Paul's cock, and slowly began to lube his asshole, gradually working a finger inside. Paul was well used to this much and was enjoying himself tremendously.
Alun withdrew his finger and took his mouth away from Paul's rigid cock.
"OK Paul, bend over that chair and I will try yet again to fuck you."
Paul obeyed and leant over the low armchair, trying to make himself comfortable, spreading his legs apart so that his buttocks parted slightly. He knew that Alun would be lubricating his cock and tried to mentally relax his ass muscle ready to receive what he wanted so much.
He soon felt Alun's hands stroke his buttocks and the tip of his cock then pressing against his asshole.
But as Alun slowly began to push his cock forwards, demanding entrance, Paul could feel his asshole tighten up as it always did, try as he might to command otherwise.
Alun knew better than to continue and pulled away with a barely repressed sigh.
"Very well," came the voice of Dafydd from the desk, "now let me see you change positions."
They did so and Alun took the position spread over the armchair that Paul had vacated. Paul lubricated Alun's ass with the KY, then his cock, and offered it at the entrance. It was admitted with its usual ease and Paul began to pump away as usual, bringing his hands forward to fondle Alun's cock and balls.
Just as he was getting into his rhythm Dafydd told them to stop.
"Then you need to learn as Alun did Paul. I taught him how to take my cock in his ass and I shall now teach you if you are still willing," Dafydd said quietly.
"Yes I am willing."
"Good. Then do everything as I say and allow everything that I will now do."
Dafydd stood up from his chair and began to remove his clothing. Paul watched fascinated and in anticipation as he removed the cassock he has been wearing to reveal that underneath he was wearing nothing but his tight white tanga briefs which were not only bulging but showed but showed stains of precum that had seeped through the material.
He opened a drawer in his desk and extracted three objects and placed them on his desk.
They varied in size and width but they were obviously designed for a purpose. The smallest was white in colour, the middle one was black and the largest one was pink. Each looked more realistic than the next.
Rising from a flattened bass up the cylindrical shafts to the mushroom heads, Paul recognised their phallic shape; they were all dildos.
He also produced a box of tissues and invited the boys to use them to clean up the KY off their dicks, which they quickly did.
"If you do as I tell you then we soon have your little problem solved Paul," Dafydd said reassuringly.
"Bring the KY packet to the desk and then lean over it," he continued.
Paul obeyed and as he leant over the desk he was aware of Dafydd's briefs filling his vision at the other side of the desk.
"Firstly you must reverence my cock which for you will be the means of grace." Dafydd moved forward slightly so that Paul could nuzzle his face in the wet material. His nose and his cheeks could feel the hardness behind being moved to and fro by his actions and the softer ballsac yielding to his motion. His lips began to kiss the bulges within. As he did so, Dafydd eased his briefs downwards and his cock sprang free and forwards. Without being told, Paul's mouth opened eagerly to receive it within the warmness and wetness of his mouth, his tongue salivating at the taste, the texture, and the sheer excitement of it. Dafydd let out a moan of pleasure as he ran his tongue over the surface of the glans and massaged the slit that appeared to have plenty of clear honeyed pre cum erupting from within.
He felt Alun's hands stroking the cheeks of his ass. This only served Paul to give even more enthusiastic oral attention to Dafydd's cock. Paul likewise used his right hand to cup and fondle Dafydd's balls which produced yet another moan.
After what seemed no time at all but in fact had been several minutes he heard Dafydd exclaim "enough."
"Now Paul, I am going to exchange places with Alun. He will stand before you and you will suck his cock. Concentrate upon it and clear your mind of worries and fears. I will use these dildos, which vibrate, to pleasure your ass and make it ready and willing to receive its first cock. I will make sure that you have plenty of lubrication and I will start with fingers, which I know you can take already perfectly happily. Your ass will not be able to resist the dildos as it has resisted cock, but I shall be slow and gentle. If it feels uncomfortable at any stage that feeling will soon pass and be replaced by pleasure and you will wonder why it took you so long. He may not have confessed it to you, but Alun was as tight as you are to begin with but as you know, that is not the case with him now. Surrender yourself in faith and you will find joy."
He moved out of Paul's vision and Alun quickly took his place, offering his cock to Paul for worship and for his service. Paul welcomed it as an old friend into his mouth and his tongue began seeking for the gift of its precum. He felt the KY being squeezed into the cleft of his ass and expert fingers spreading it around. It was not long before Dafydd had a finger inside, moving around in a circular motion and it happily yielded without demur as Dafydd inserted two fingers without Paul particularly noticing the difference. He only knew that it was feeling good.
But as instructed, he kept the main part of his concentration upon Alun's cock. Alun began thrusting motions, pulling it out and then pushing it back inside so Paul could feel the shaft withdrawing along his tongue then the head, then the pause before the head moved forward again to his throat. He rejoiced in the moans and grunts of delight that Alun was making.
Paul was almost unaware of the slight buzzing sound as Dafydd pressed the "on" button of the first dildo.
A few seconds later it was touching his asshole. The sensation was very pleasant and erotically stimulating. He felt his asshole yielding easily as it entered him, intensifying the experience as it penetrated without resistance although he could feel it was thicker than the fingers he was used to.
And then a totally new experience hit him. He gasped as the head of the dildo met his prostate gland. Nothing could have prepared him for the pleasure it gave and he let out gasps and involuntary moans, his mouth opening enough from Alun's cock for the air to escape.
He could feel the dildo being gently and slowly moved in and out and revelled in the new experience. He concentrated on Alun's cock with renewed fervour and was rewarded with gasps of delight from Alun that he had never produced before.
"Are you OK so far Paul?" Dafydd's voice enquired from behind.
Paul could only make a confirming noise and nod his head without taking Alun's cock out of his mouth. Hi tongue detected that more precum had seeped out of the slit and was being distributed around his mouth. He wondered if his own cock was displaying similar satisfaction.
"We will now proceed to the second one Paul," Dafydd informed him.
The dildo was withdrawn from his asshole and Paul found himself regretting its absence.
It was not long, however, before its successor was demanding entrance. It was also vibrating upon the ring of his asshole. But as it moved forwards and his asshole began to open, he could feel that this was more of a challenge. It did feel slightly uncomfortable as it forced the muscle wider apart and Paul emitted a brief moan of discomfort but he was determined not to offer any resistance and indeed before he knew it, the head was within and the pleasure resumed. He felt Dafydd's fingers brush against the head of his cock and was aware that they were wet and silky, obviously harvesting his own precum and preventing it from falling to the floor.
The sound of Dafydd licking his lips confirmed that it has not gone to waste.
Paul felt his whole body tingling in response to what was happening. He felt stimulated in his body, his mind and his spirit, learning and expanding his horizons. It made him appreciate how important his body was to every aspect of his life, that it could act as an interface between the corporeal and the divine.
By the time the third dildo was inserted Paul felt himself to be upon a new plane of being. As before it felt uncomfortable for a few seconds but by this time he was past caring, the moment was all and he was dedicated to the ecstasy of it and eager to extract everything he could from what his body was learning.
Alun was breathing heavily with the delights that Paul's tongue was bestowing upon his cock and it was clear that he was starting to get close to blowing the load of cum that was building up in his balls and prostate. Paul sensed that he should not in fact encourage this to happen at this stage and changed to slower and lighter ministrations, concentrating more upon licking the shaft than the engorged head. It also helped him to concentrate upon the sensations he was experiencing himself, the feeling of being penetrated and possessed by the vibrating phallus being wielded so expertly by Dafydd behind him.
He lifted his mouth off Alun's member in order to make his plea.
"Cock, give me a real cock, I am ready for a real cock!"
He felt the dildo being withdrawn and expected it to be quickly replaced by Dafydd's cock. Instead Dafydd walked around into his vision and Paul saw him nodding to Alun that he should have the honour. Alun quickly re-lubed his dick and walked round the table and behind Paul. Dafydd took his place and presented his cock to Paul for worship. Paul's mouth seized it eagerly and as he did so he thrilled to the feeling of Alun's cockhead pressing against his now eager and welcoming asshole, the gates parted with joy and admitted the head and the thick shaft and the electric thrill of it rubbing against his prostate quickly followed. Alun sank it in to the hilt and their ball sacs touched together as he began his thrusts in and out of Paul's inward chamber. Alun ran his hands over Paul's body, stroking his buttocks, then playing with his hard nipples, then grasping his cock, wanking it and also fondling his balls.
Dafydd's cock tasted so good and Paul's tongue explored it with delight and gratitude. The sound of soft moans filled the study as each gave vent to their ecstasy. Love and lust were all intertwined as they celebrated their sexuality and their brotherhood, enjoying their own maleness and that of each other. Each giving and receiving the rewards of that giving, aware that they were in the presence of God and his angels, naked and unashamed.
Paul felt complete and free. His last inhibition has been banished and he knew that henceforth his ass would be at the service of his fellow men, delighting to receive their cocks with its hospitality. His entire body was alive to it all, sensitive to every motion, sensation and sound. He felt himself on a new plane of existence, that he was between earth and heaven.
"I love fucking your ass Paul, it's a fantastic feeling," Alun gasped out between his grunts and moans.
Not to be outdone, Dafydd added his own praises.
"You suck my cock so well Paul, full marks!"
Paul made sounds of gratitude; it would have been rude to speak with his mouth full.
Alun's rate of thrusting was slowly increasing and Paul was beginning to feel slightly sore. He found himself willing Alun on to orgasm as he continued to give Dafydd's cock his full attention, equally willing that Dafydd should bless his mouth with the fruit of his balls.
And then it happened.
Groans of joy came from front and behind as both Alun's and Dafydd's cocks exploded like volcanoes with the pent up pressure that could be contained no longer. Dafydd's cock released its creamy thick load, filling the spaces inside Paul's mouth and causing him to swallow it down his throat as it pumped out through the slit.
At the same time he felt the convulsions of Alun's body as his cock likewise gave forth its gift into his rectum.
"Hallelujah!" exclaimed Dafydd as he came and his orgasm shook his entire being.
"Amen!" Alun shouted as his pumping ceased and he collapsed against Paul's back, planting a kiss on the back of Paul's neck.
They were praising God for their orgasms! This was a new concept for Paul and yet at the same time it all seemed to make sense, they were bearing witness to not just a sexual act but also a deeply spiritual one.
Paul allowed Dafydd's cock to withdraw from his mouth. A last gobbet of spunk seeped from the slit and Paul gently licked it off before adding his own Amen.
"That was wonderful," he observed as Alun withdrew his spent organ from his ass and he lifted himself off the desk.
"I am so thankful and glad you enjoyed it Paul," said Dafydd, "but you have not cum yet and I claim my teacher's privilege."
"What do you mean, your teacher's privilege?"
"I have given you my cum, I want you to give me yours!"
"If Alun doesn't mind then it is yours!"
"I don't mind," Alun confirmed," I will get plenty more out of you later!"
Dafydd invited Paul to lean against the desk and make himself comfortable. Paul became aware that his erection had subsided somewhat but new this was a common reaction when being fucked, especially when it was a new experience.
But that it had had effects was clear from the amount of precum that had seeped out and covered his cockhead and the pearls of that liquid that were hanging from the slit.
They did not hang there for long as Dafydd knelt before him and brought his tongue out to receive them before engulfing Paul's cock in his mouth and savouring his cockhead before moving down on to the rapidly engorging shaft.
It was obvious where Alun had learned his cocksucking skills.
Alun was determined not to be a passive observer. He came and stood at Paul's side and began to play once more with his nipples, which only helped to enhance the sensations that Dafydd was giving his cock. Their heads also turned and their tongues engaged each other as their lips also met each other. Paul's cock was completely rigid again at all these sensations and he knew he could not hold against such an assault for long.
And he did not. Within about two minutes he felt the pressure in his balls building up and his cockhead signalled that increased sensitivity that heralds orgasm.
The orgasm was not only intense but also lasting. His whole body was taking part in it, not just his cock and as the divine moment was reached and he could feel his cock shooting his load into Dafydd's mouth he parted from Alun's mouth and shouted out his praise and thankfulness with yet another Hallelujah! He could feel Dafydd's throat eagerly accepting his load, his essence and life force, determined that not a drop should be missed.
Paul felt almost giddy with it all as his desire was spent and satisfied. He allowed Dafydd to lick the last few drops from his cock slit and stood up.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. Dafydd got off his knees and smiled. Paul offered him his lips and tongue and received a taste of his own cum, mixed with the saliva in Dafydd's mouth. He then shared some of it with Alun also.
They had laughed and hugged and cried, they had knelt for a prayer of thanksgiving and smoked a cigarette and had more coffee whilst they discussed what had happened.
They had showered and got dressed and had agreed to visit again soon. The trips that he and Alun made had become a regular event and they talked of actually doing it in the church also...
But that was another story, to be remembered upon another occasion. Paul's thoughts had returned to the present and his current experience in the Abbey chapel. The Abbot's cock was in his mouth and it was Aidan's cock that was up his ass and he was transfixed across the altar. What had gone before was a preparation for this day and he revelled and exulted in the results of that preparation.
And yet this was still only the first stage of the rite of Holy Welcome. Paul found himself anticipating what was yet to come.
To be continued....
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