I recently found the following manuscript in the stores of the Classics library of King's College, London. It claims to have been written in 1382 by the Abbot of Newlin Monastery, Kent. I present it here in modern English, though largely without omission nor gloss.
Chapter 1. ---------
It is little known that I myself originated in the lowly mercer class. My father was a tradesman in wool who nevertheless struggled to lift up his family into the gentility. I was one of 9 children, but the only one surviving beyond childhood. My family was relatively poor, strict and unyielding.
I have been asked to give my authority, as Abbot, to the prevalent debate concerning sin and so I will include it in this very book so that no mistake may be made. The Apostle tells us that our Lord Jesus Christ died to take away the sins of whole world, and as such, it is impossible for us to now sin. We praise God for this mighty grace. The Aposltle also tells us that for us who are in Christ, "Everything is permissible..." Accordingly, I do not see the reason for such intensity of debate as we have been hearing of late. So that everyone may have confidence to rest in the grace of Our Lord, I will now relate some of my own experiences.
When I was 11 years old, my father engaged me a tutor, to teach me Latin and History to prepare me for the monastery. In our town there was an old monk of wide repute, named Father Ethred who had tutored many young boys over the years, and my father had him take me for 3 hours each day. I was a keen student, wanting to do well and justify my fathers hopes. Father Ethred was a man of around 50 years, was very thin, and wore a dark brown cassock and a orthodox tonsured crown. After a little Latin, he began to teach me about the life cycle, about birth, puberty, adulthood and age. Having lived always in my fathers house, I was fascinated by all that he taught me and I regarded him as a great sage and thought that he must be a famous scholar.
In these lessons, we would compare our genitals. This was entirely new to me, never having seen a grown man's penis, and I would get very excited. He would lift up his cassok, revealing that he only ever wore his cassock and sandals. Sitting in his chair, his long penis pointed downwards, arching over the cushioned seat. He taught me to touch it and stroke it, which fascinated me. I would watch as my tiny hands rubbed his long, thin tool up and down making it slowly grow rigid. He taught me how to wrap both my hands around it and to slowly roll the skin back and forth.
Then he would help me to examine my own penis, taking down my trousers and pulling on my little piece of flesh. Once, a few days after we'd begun this study of anatomy, he was rubbing it and I felt a tremendous burning sensation in my loins which turned into my first orgasm. Now I understood why we were doing these lessons! From that time, I became more enthusiastic about our study. Whereas before I would get bored after a minute or two of rubbing Father Ethred's genitals, now I would continue, anxious to give him an orgasm and to see the white liquid dribble out of the end.
Over the span of the next few months, Father Ethred taught me a lot, for which I am eternally grateful. He was kind enough to use his mouth on my balls and dick, which I thought must be heaven itself, and he delighted me with his finger in my bottom. By the end of the those first few months, our daily lessons had a pleasant routine. Father Ethred would arrive in the study, with me already waiting. Sitting, he would bid me good morning and lift up his cassock. I would kneel before him and lick his cock and balls to erection and then using my hands, mouth and tongue, would cause the Father to spurt his hot liquid inside my mouth, which I would greedily swallow. After this, we would begin the lesson in Latin or History as though nothing unusual had happened. And then, just before the lesson was over, Father Ethred would give me my reward for working hard and do the same for me as I had earlier done for him.
This continued for the next three years, until I was 14. After I'd turned 12, I began to grow pubic hairs and to be able to produce a small amount of semen, Father Ethred began to teach me knew things. One day he instructed me to cover my fingers with saliva and insert them into my bottom like he did to me sometimes. This felt unbelievable! I got two fingers in almost straight away, and started to push them in, back and forth. The Father produced from his bag what was to be my homework assignment. It was a large artificial penis, made of light wood and highly polished. My eyes went very wide because it was bigger than even Father Ethred's. I now know that it wasn't all that big for an adult, but it seemed so to me. I was told that each evening, or as often as I liked, I was to loosen my bottom with my fingers and then try to put this wooden penis inside my bottom, and that if I succeeded, it would open up the possibility for new lessons.
All that week, Father Ethred would ask me how it was going and I'd tell him that it was difficult and that it was easy to put it in too fast and cause great pain, but after a week it was getting easier. At that, I was told to remove all of my clothes, and then to bend over the writing desk with my legs apart, which I duly did, shivering with anticipation. I can't describe how much I wanted to feel a real penis inside me. I was only 13 at this point but I had been taught well. Father Ethred moved his hands all over my bottom and genitals, and then put some spit onto his penis and onto my hole. Slowly, he pushed against my hole, my heart was beating very fast as I gripped the far end of the desk. I could feel the Father's rough cassock on my back and his hands on my hips. Suddenly he stopped going slowly and pushed very quickly forward, plunging his entire penis inside me. I cried out! but it was more with shock than pain. It felt only good! The Father soon got into a rythm, ploughing my hole with his manhood, his hips slapping against my bum cheeks. After about 15 minutes of wonderful pleasure deep inside me, he became faster and faster and then, with a few spasms, stopped.
This we continued all the next year, and I look back on that year with great fondness. When I became 14 however, my father insisted that I go to a monastery to further my education. Of course, he meant that I be educated in Latin and History, but I had a suspicion that I'd be learning a lot of more interesting things also.
Chapter 2 - The journey to the monastery....to come
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