I awoke the next morning to urgency of having to take a massive pee like I normally did every morning. I didn’t bother looking at the clock cause I was still half asleep. When I turned my head slightly, Andrew’s father was sleeping sound with his arm still wrapped around me. Sleeping in the nude with him aside from all the hot sex we had together was the best feeling in the world. I could have stayed in the sack with him forever that day. 

I contemplated for a few minutes about getting out of the warm bed to relieve myself. The room was ice cold because Andrew’s father had turned the heat off just before we went to sleep. 

Finally, I hopped out and tiptoed across the frigid room as fast as I could until I reached the toilet. My boy-beaver was sorer than a marathon runner who just completed a 26 mile race after the two hot ass fucking Andrew’s father gave me. But in a round-about way, the soreness was also a good feeling too. I mean I thought about the fact that his cock helped bring me out to the full-fledged homosexual which deep down I always wanted to be. And after all, Andrew’s father and I shared a very intimate & personal experience together and I sure wanted more of it down the road despite what consequences it would bring if Andrew or someone else ever found out. 

Once I relieved my bladder, I quickly scanted back to bed and jumped in under five thick blankets that covered us. I snuggled back up to Andrew"s father"s firm warm body. He suddenly stirred just enough to place his hand back across my chest. Just as he relaxed his arm, suddenly I could feel something sticky on the left lower ass cheek of my butt. When I looked around, I noticed a sheet of dried cum was stuck to my skin. I was rather puzzled by it, but Andrew’s father chuckled slightly still half asleep and said that some of his cum evidently leaked out of me and down my cheek onto the sheets overnight while we were sleeping. Before I could say a word he told me not to worry about it and that he would wash the sheets later. 

No sooner was I in the process of drifting back off to sleep, when the phone rang. Of course it sounded ten times louder than it actually was. But I knew right away it must of either been my mother or Andrew on the other end. 

And sure enough I was right for when I looked over at the console on the phone, I could see the display indicate that it was my mom’s cell-phone number on the other end. So I quickly scooted over to the night-stand and picked it up. After my mom and I exchanged hellos, she said she phoned cause she was worried about me. It was already 11 am and wondered why I wasn’t home yet. Still half asleep I explained that I was really tired and just overslept. By now Andrew’s father had stirred as he heard me conversing with her. He scooted over next to me and softy rubbed my chest with his warm hand. 

As I remained lying on my side, Andrew’s father then toyed with my nipples while my mom and I carried on our conversation. She informed me that her long-time friends Charlotte & Bud were driving up from St. Louis along with their two daughters, Brittany & Collet to visit us for the day on their way to Minnesota for New Year’s get together with their family. 

Collet was my age and quite good looking. In fact she was first runner-up at the Miss Teenage Missouri contest. We once made out and then she let me feel her titties in her bedroom a few years back when me and my family went to visit them for a week cause I knew she had always had the hots for me since we were kids. 

But my initial reaction was, “In Town, What the hell-- my mom never told me we were having company over the holidays”. I was really shocked by the news. 

When I asked her why she didn’t let me know in advance, my mom said that she was sorry to give me such short notice, but with the holidays and all, she simply forgot to mention it the previous week. Needless to say, even though I was kind of upset, I sure didn’t let on. After all I needed her car again so that I could drive over to Andrew’s father’s condo before Andrew got home. 

Anyway, my mother wanted me home right away to help straighten up the house along with my other brothers and sisters who still lived at home before her company arrived. She explained that Charlotte’s family would be arriving sometime around 2pm, would be staying overnight and leaving the next morning after breakfast. 

Without even looking, I could tell Andrew’s father was extremely disappointed knowing that I would have to leave right away. But there was nothing I could do. I mean I certainly wasn’t about to tell my mother, “no” because I was having hot-steamy sex with Andrew’s father while he was out in California and wanted to have some more that day. 

And it wasn’t that I minded having company over the holidays, but the timing couldn’t have been worse. It was already Wednesday morning and I would have to waste a whole day because of Charlotte & Bud’s visit. And then Andrew’s father mentioned to me at breakfast just after we dropped Andrew off at the airport the previous day that he had to drive over to Des Moines on Thursday through Friday morning to visit his parents. Then I was supposed to get together with my parents, brothers sisters, aunts, uncles & cousins on Friday night for a New Year’s Eve party which we did every year. That meant at best I would only have a chance to get with him again on Saturday, New Year’s Day, before having to go pick Andrew up from the airport on Sunday morning-- and that was of course if everything went perfect and my mom would lend me her car. 

As I continued talking to my mom, suddenly I could feel Andrew’s father cuddle me tightly. Ever so softly he begin planting soft gentle kisses on the back of my neck as we remained on our sides. This drove me crazy and I wondered what my mom would have thought if she could have looked through the phone and seen the two of us cuddled up naked in bed together as he planted pecks all over my neck. 

After I told my mom I would see her in about an hour and hung up, Andrew’s father rolled on his back and I rested my head back on his shoulder. We didn’t say a word for we both felt bad that I had to leave. But before I departed, I wanted to really thank Andrew’s father for the great time we had and also wanted him to know that we would definitely do it again hopefully before Andrew got back. So, ever so gently I began to kiss & suck on his left nipple while I worked my hand down to his cock. The instant I gently wrapped my hand around it, it sprang right to life. 

I figured that Andrew’s father had only cum twice since the previous evening and with a good night’s sleep that he got, he could easily cum again. Only this time I wanted to suck his cock and cum in my mouth because I had never sucked a dick before or tasted semen and I sure did want to try it especially with Andrew’s father.

I closed my eyes and ever so slowly, kissed both his nipples several times and then kissed my way down to his belly-button. His body began to twitch which let me know just how excited I was making him. When I opened my eyes, I could see his beautiful ravishing cock-head come into full view and boy did it ever look so damn tempting. Rather than take it into my mouth right away, I planted soft gentle kisses all over it. I wanted Andrew’s father to know that I just didn’t want to suck his cock, but wanted to make love to it as well. After I softly kissed his shaft up and down a few times, I cupped my lips and placed them over his cock-head. It tasted absolutely delicious as Andrew’s father let out a low moan of exultation. Slowly I worked my lips down until I got about three quarters of his shaft into my mouth. 

Andrew’s father slowly put his hand on the back of my neck and began rubbing it as he remained flat on his back while I remained curled up as I sucked away on his dick. I could tell he wanted to meditate thinking about us while enjoying the wonderful blow-job I was treating him to. 

As I worked his shaft up and down with my teenage lips, I couldn’t help but think that I was actually falling in love with his cock. I felt so submissive inside and again such devotion to his thick piece of meat knowing that it was the tool used to create my best friend Andrew. I didn’t want him to cum right away because I wanted to enjoy the experience and by the soft moans Andrew’s father was letting out, I knew he was thoroughly enjoying the gradual pace I was going.

After about five minutes, Andrew’s father couldn’t take it anymore. I knew he needed to release in the worst way when he wrapped his hand around the base of his shaft while my lips remained firmly positioned over his cock-head. Slowly he began to jack himself off. By now I was like a little kid in a candy shop just waiting for my treat. But I wanted to excite Andrew’s father even further. So I placed my hand over his and we both jacked him off at the same time faster and faster as his body waved up and down. About 20 seconds later he moaned out softly as he struggled to catch his breath and then exclaimed softly, “ Oh God Robby, I’m cumming!”. Seconds later I could taste his warm liquid as it exited his body and entered my mouth. Right away I began to swallow it and I just loved knowing that his spermatozoids were now swimming around in my stomach. Even though I had to leave that day, I wanted Andrew’s father to know that I would be taking a part of him with me. 

As Andrew’s father laid there and tried to catch his breath, I sucked on his cock-head in a desperate attempt to milk every drop out of him that I possibly could. Once I was sure he was bone dry, I softly kissed my way back up his body until I reached his left nipple. As he struggle to compose from the massive organism, I softly planted kisses across both nipples. Andrew’s father was so turned on by my jester that he rolled me on top of him and squeezed me as hard as possible. He said with disappointment in his voice, “Gosh Robby, I sure wish you didn’t have to go--I want you so bad”.

I smiled slightly and replied, “I know, I don’t want to leave either---I want to be with you too.”

Andrew’s father smiled and then said, “Well let’s get out of bed and brush our teeth cause I want to kiss you before you leave”.

With that he squeezed me tightly again as I remained lying on top of him. Only this time he rubbed one of his hands all over my naked butt to the point of where I said that he better stop cause he was getting me horny again. Andrew’s father chuckled and then we both reluctantly got out of bed and got dressed. No sooner did I put my toothbrush down after brushing my teeth when Andrew’s father came into the bathroom and deep frenched me. We must have made out for at least five minutes never wanting to part our lips. I desperately wanted one more thrill before I left so I took off my clothes and kissed him in the nude while he remained dressed. Again in my mind there was something so thrilling about kissing a fully clothed man in the nude that I just couldn’t put my finger on. Of course Andrew’s father held me tightly in his arms and rubbed his hands all over my smooth teenage butt which I know he was falling in love with. 

Finally, when our lips parted, I got dressed again, walked into the den and grabbed my jacket and keys to my mother’s car. Andrew’s father held my hand and walked me to the door. Then he remarked, “Hang on Robby, let me walk out with you and help you scrap the snow off your windows”. 

I had somewhat of a hard time walking down the steps to my car because my butt was so damn sore. Andrew’s father could obviously tell by the way I strolled that he had shredded my hole to pieces with his massive cock. So he said with a smile on his face as he put his arm around my shoulder, “I hope you’re not too sore Robby. But don’t worry; you’ll feel much better tomorrow.” 

I didn’t know what to say, so I just smiled back. 

As I started my car and waited for it to warm up, Andrew’s father scraped the snow & ice off. Thank God the snow had finally stopped. The sky was actually starting to clear and the sun was trying to break out. I could see the disappointment in Andrew’s father’s face through my windshield. But again there was nothing I could do so I gave him a wide smile as I looked at him through the side window. Just as I was about to put the car in drive, Andrew"s father motioned for me to roll down my window. He leaned over and said, “If you can, try to get back over on New Year’s--I’ll be in and out all day,” as he gave me a quick kiss on my lips. I shook my head up & down in agreement and then put the car in drive as I slowly drove off. 

As I turned off the farm road and onto the main highway that would eventually take me over the bridge into Iowa, all kinds of thoughts raced across my mind. I wondered how in the hell would my parents ever understand that they had a homosexual son especially since we were a very strict Catholic family. Like if anyone ever found out about me it would spread through our small community like wildfire. I could just see one of my parent’s gossipy friends, Joyce asking how their seven heterosexual and one homosexual children were doing. Or the Smith’s who my parents often played bridge with asking a really stupid question like if their gay son has found a boyfriend yet. And I didn’t know what my two older brothers would think either cause they loved making fun of queers. 

I also wondered what Andrew would think he ever found out--especially that his father and I were having an affair. I mean how would I handle it and what would I say. I couldn’t just tell him something like : “Well Andrew, you see it’s like this-- your dad has had the hots for me for years now and when he sent you to the store one day he walked in on me in the bathroom while I was completely naked. We both liked it so much that we did it again and again and again every time he sent you to the store until one day after we dropped you off at the airport, we went back to his place and I took my clothes off and let him buttfuck me with his dick”.

Needless to say that kind of explanation wouldn’t due. But despite the downside I still wasn’t about to go back to the heterosexual world. I loved what Andrew’s father and I did---I loved the soreness in my butt from the two hot ass fucking he gave me---I loved sucking his cock and swallowing him---I loved showering with him---I loved kissing him---I loved sleeping with him and more than anything,I loved exposing my naked body to him.

And subconsciously I guess I loved the fact that I was having an affair with an older man. Somehow it seemed hotter, sexier and by far more captivating than any of my mom’s soap operas that she watched almost daily. 

I also wanted to tell someone that I was gay just to make it official in my mind, but couldn’t quite figure out who to trust. 

Just as I crossed the bridge into Iowa, my heart starting pounding and my foot began to shake uncontrollably. I guess I knew I was home and it would be the first time that I faced my parents knowing that I was a full-fledged homosexual. So I took several deep breaths to calm me just before I turned off and drove the final leg down our residential street and into our garage. 

When I walked in the door, my mom gave me a big kiss. I gave my father a quick hug as he stood there beside her. As I was hugging him, I wondered what he would have thought if he only knew that his son had two loads of another male’s cum up his butt, one load in his stomach and was so damn sore from two ass fucking he received,he didn’t feel like walking much. But I didn’t have time to ponder it for my mom already had marching orders for me. 

She wanted me to go out to the original detached garage in our back yard that my parents had converted into a large bedroom when my brothers were still living at home. The room had a complete study area, a small TV lounge, two twin beds and a shower. My mom asked me to both vacuum & dust before our company arrived. She also wanted me to put fresh sheets and blankets on the beds. I learned that Bud & Charlotte would be staying out there and their two daughter’s would bed down on the sofa sleeper in our den. 

No sooner did I complete the various tasks when my mom asked me and my little brother go up to our room and change into slacks and nice dress shirts. She was just getting ready to put on a 20 lbs. turkey for the 11 of us that night. 

It wasn’t but about 10 minutes or so later after me and my little brother did exactly as my mom requested when sure enough Charlotte and her family arrived. After we all greeted one another and helped them put their luggage in our house, my father broke open the bar. After all it was the holidays and both my parents were known for being excellent hosts. As we sat in living room and chatted, I could still see that Collet had a crush on me. But I knew at that point things would just never work out for us. I mean after all the hot-steamy homosexual sex I had the night before, I would probably be more interested in one of her male uncles or cousins than I was in her. 

And as the adults chatted and us kids listened, I started daydreaming and wondered would it be like if Collet could watch Andrew’s dad fuck me. I wondered if it would turn her on or off. I even wondered what it would be like if she and I both got down on our knees doggie-style and I let Andrew’s dad fuck me and she let Andrew fuck her at the same time. Then, as we were both getting fucked, we could tell each other how damn good it felt. 

But then reality set in and when it was my turn to talk, I asked Collet how she liked her new home I understood they moved into several months back. 

That night at the dinner table all I could think was Andrew’s dad and how much I wished I was with him. Even though my mom seated me next to Collet all I could think about was taking off my clothes and letting Andrew’s father check my naked body out and then letting him kiss me. And then I thought about wanting to confine in someone about being gay. But again, I just could figure out who in the hell to trust.

What seemed like eternity, the following morning finally arrived. When I got out of bed, my butthole felt a thousand times better and the soreness was practically gone. After we ate breakfast and helped Charlotte’s family load up their car, we said our good-bye’s. Finally, they were gone, but the damage had been done in that I lost a lot of valuable time and my next and only opportunity with Andrew’s father would be on New Year’s Day. 

For the rest of the morning, I sat around and visited with my parents and thought about someone I would like to confide in. Then, just after lunch, a sudden thought came to me. Why not tell a priest? A priest would be ideal---they are sworn to secrecy--have most certainly heard by far worse confessions ---could be closeted as well and would therefore understand--and would not be someone I would have to see everyday. It seemed like almost a no-brainier to me. 

All of a sudden the perfect person came to mind. Why not tell Father Marxt? I’d known him from several years back at CYO (Catholic Youth Organization) and found him to be a really easy going guy who had worked with hundreds of kids. I even had his phone number I wrote down several years back when I was selected as team coordinator for a field trip that a number of us Catholic teenagers took to Chicago. 

So I went up to my bedroom and called his office. A man answered but informed me that Father Marxt had recently been transferred to Indiana. He advised me that he was on loan from the Des Moines Diocese until a replacement was found and introduced himself as Father Williams. He added he would try and help me any way that he could. 

While I was disappointed to learn Father Marxt was no longer around, I figured telling someone I didn’t know like Father Williams might just be as good if not better given he wasn’t part of our community and would be headed back to Des Moines probably in a few months.

So I asked him if we could meet because I needed some advice. He kindly explained he had to go by the local senior center where priests often offered spiritual guidance to the elderly, but would be back around 5 P.M. When I told him I would like to meet if it was OK, he said that it would be fine with him. He added to ring the bell at the rectory because no one was around except him given it was the holidays and all of the priests and staff normally took short vacations just after Christmas until New Year’s Eve. 

So late that afternoon, I took a hot shower and asked my mom if I could borrow her car because I wanted to go to the mall. Of course she gladly agreed because I did everything she asked during Charlotte and Bud’s stay with us. 

After I got into her car and headed down our street, my heart started pounding and my feet began to shake again. But I didn’t let that stop me. I figured sooner or later I would have to confide in someone about my homosexuality and why not now--especially since I thought telling a visiting priest would be as good as it would get. 

When I got to the rectory about 5:30, I rang the bell just like Father Williams asked. But no one answered. I rang the bell two more times, but again no one answered. I was just about getting ready to leave because it was already dark and a light snow was falling when suddenly a heard a man yell through the door, “Just a minute; I’ll be right there.” 

When he finally opened it and I came eye to eye with him, he hardly looked anything like a typical priest. He was wearing blue jeans, sneakers and a pull-over sweat-shirt. And unlike any priest I had ever seen he looked almost like a male model with a perfect medium build, jet-black short hair and pretty soft blue eyes. I’d say he was probably in his mid-thirties--very clean shaven and was about a head and a half taller than me. 

He opened the screen door and said, “Hi, you must be Robby; I’m Father Williams” as he reached over to shake my hand. Right away I shook his and said that I was glad to meet him. I could hear a football game on a TV coming from one of the rooms nearby, so I said that I hoped I wasn’t interrupting his evening. 

He quickly put me at ease when he replied, “Come on in and make yourself at home--and don’t worry--I was just watching a pretty boring football game anyway.”

Just as I walked through the door, he said, “Would it make you feel more comfortable if we visited in the den rather than my office since no one is here?" 

I said, “sure” for that was just fine by me. Before I could say anything he led me through the kitchen where he popped open two cans of coke and handed me one. Then we took our cokes and walked into the den. I found the den to be a rather modest, but a cozy place. There was a nice fire burning in the fireplace and you could hear the wood popping every few seconds. Just above the mantle was a rather large crucifix almost appearing as if were looking down at us. Father Williams then pointed me to sit in a wooden chair that I was sure he had just sat in while he watched the football game cause there was a open bottle of Irish Whisky on a small table next to it. I knew a lot priests partook in Irish Whiskey. My dad once told me that it was almost mandatory they drink that stuff. 

Father Williams then took my jacket, hung it up, grabbed another identical chair and scooted right up next to me. He quickly turned the TV off and we broke the ice by talking about all the snow we just had. I thought it was pretty kewl when he told me that one of his favorite things to do was to hop on his snowmobile and ride through the corn fields in the winter.

After about five minutes he said, “Well, so tell me Robby, what’s on your mind this evening.”

I got really nervous which he could easily see and before I could respond he said, “Just take your time---I’m in no hurry”.

So I took a deep breath and said, “Well, Well, you see Father , I think--I think--I think I may be a gay.” 

He looked at me right in the eyes and said without any hesitation whatsoever, “Well, it really no big deal, Robby. Homosexuality had been around since the beginning of man and will be around until the end of man---to me it’s God’s way of making us all a little different”. 

His comment really put me at ease and right away I felt comfortable discussing my sexual orientation with him. He went on to add that one of the problems is that Christianity and Homosexuality are in conflict with one another. He said that while Christianity frowns of such behavior, that doesn’t necessarily mean one should refrain from it to reaffirm their Christian beliefs. He explained that as Christians, we are all sinners and we will all be sinners up until the day we die. More importantly he added that it would be mentally unhealthily for homosexuals to try and pretend they were something that nature and God didn’t intend them to be. 

When I asked him what he thought I should do --like should I tell my parents, he replied only if I felt the need to. But if I didn’t, then why do it? He added what’s important was for me to just enjoy myself like every other teenager and that I would have plenty of time in my young life to tell my folks when the time came. 

His advice really helped me because I wasn’t interested in telling anyone at that point and his words only helped reaffirm by feelings. 

He reached over and poured himself a shot of Irish Whisky. With a smile on his face as he held the shot glass up, he said, “I hope you don’t mind, but it’s the holidays after all”.

I laughed and explained that, that was my saying too. He looked at me, smiled and chugged it down. Then he quickly chased it with a sip of cola. 

In a very matter of fact tone he asked if I found that someone special yet while he poured himself another. 

When he saw that I was a little apprehensive, he handed me the shot glass instead and said, “ Here take a drink of this---I don’t want to get you drunk, but one shot will make you feel better”.

I quickly took the shot glass from him, downed it and then chased it with coke just like he did. His kind gesture made me feel as though we were equals, so I explained that I was seeing a really nice man that I had known for years. 

His eyes got really wide and he said, “Really? Like how old is he?”

When I explained that he was about 36 (around his age), he remarked almost in exhilaration, “Oh Wow --are you sure you should be seeing him---I mean do you all have a lot in common with that kind of age difference?”

I replied, “Well I think we do, like I said, I have known him for years and I really like him.” 

He replied with a smile on his face, “Well, that’s all that matters then.” 

He looked around the room and then he took another shot. He asked how I met him. By now I could tell he was more curious than a puppy taking a walk in the park for the first time. But rather than answer his question right away, I grabbed the bottle of whiskey and without asking, poured me another shot. 

Then I said, “Well do you really want to know?”, as I downed it.
He replied with a slight smile on his face , “Well, only if you want to tell me.”

So I explained that he was my best friend’s father and that we started fooling around the other day cause his son was out of town. 

This time his eyes really opened wide and he said, “Oh Wow Robby ---What you’re doing almost sounds like a soap opera to me, I’m afraid”. 

I broke out laughing and explained that I had come to that very same conclusion right after it happened. 

Then he took another shot and downed it. Without asking, he poured me another shot and passed it. By now I felt a closeness to him given we were sharing the same shot glass. I mean we were drinking and taking like friends on such an informal basis by then. Pretty soon, I was feeling no pain from the affects of the alcohol. I know Father Williams was too. He asked how me and Andrew’s father figured each other out. 

I looked around the room for a second and told myself, “What the heck” so I proceeded to tell him everything like how he first walked in on me when I didn’t have my clothes on in his bathroom-- and how it turned me on standing naked in front of him--and then how I took my clothes off so he could look me over several times after that when he sent Andrew to the store-- and how I took my clothes off in his utility room and had sex with him once we dropped Andrew off at the airport. 

After going into the long explanation about how Andrew’s father and I got together, Father Williams wondered how I was going to manage seeing Andrew’s father while trying to be his son’s best friend. I explained that I didn’t really think about that yet, but I was sure Andrew’s father could sure keep a secret and so could I.

By now it seemed he was more interested in me and the details of my relationship with Andrew’s father than he was about addressing the issue of homosexuality itself. But I didn’t care, and in fact that was just fine by me. I kind of enjoyed telling him about me and Andrew’s father because it did sound more like a soap opera than something that actually happened in real life. 

Before we knew it, a whole hour had gone by and I could see the snow really starting to come down again through a small window in the den. I don’t know what it was, but when it snowed like hell it made me feel cut-off from the rest of the world especially at night which always soothed me. 

Father Williams suddenly got out of his chair and went over to the fireplace. He grabbed two more logs, threw them onto the burning fire and said, “Robby I hope you don’t have to be anywhere because it’s really coming down outside and you probably need to wait and let some of that liquor wear off---would you like me to fix some coffee or something to eat?”

My reply had to be music to his ears when I explained that I didn’t have to be home until midnight--and if I called home before eleven, I could usually could stay out until one o’clock in the morning when I didn’t have school the next day. 

Father Williams quickly said before he thought I might change my mind, “Well why don’t you pour yourself another shot and then me one too”, as he poked the fire with the iron. 

I grinned, shook my shoulders, and said, “Sure, why not; after all, it’s the holidays,” as I slightly chuckled.

Then he said something that kind of shocked me, but didn’t surprise me. As he poked the logs one more time he remarked, “I’m sure am glad that we got together this evening, Robby. I can see why your friend’s father finds you so attractive---so do I.” 

I didn’t know how to reply to his comment so I chugged my shot and poured him one more round. Only this time when I handed it to him he rested his right hand on my upper thigh as he sat back down and chugged his shot using his left. Again, I didn’t know what to say or do, so I just pretended that I didn’t bother me. However there was no doubt in my mind that Father Williams had to be gay and was coming on to me. But then I remembered that I told myself I was kind of hoping that if I did tell a priest, hopefully he might be a homosexual too.

The next thing I knew we were talking about his snowmobile again. Just after he began telling me about a trip he took with his snowmobile club to Alaska several years back, all of a sudden I could feel his right hand begin rub my right knee ever so slightly. When I didn’t flinch as he continued with his story, he soon began rubbing my knee a little harder and farther with each passing stroke. 

By now my mind had wondered a thousand miles away even though I pretended like I was listening to every word he was telling me about his trip to Alaska. I guess with the snow coming down and all outside the devil suddenly got into me and I wondered how much he would probably love to have sex with me if I would give him the chance. I was pretty sure sex for him was a rarity because he chose to live his life in the closet by becoming a priest rather than just outing himself and moving on with life like most gay people did. So I just figured what ever happened, happened --I mean he was sure a good looking man and what gay guy in their right mind wouldn’t mind having sex with him despite the fact that he was a priest. The only real problem I had with it all is that he was a man of God, we were in the priests office & living quarters, and that huge crucifix on the wall above the mantle appeared to be looking right down at us. Somehow though, the affects of the liquor naturalized my concerns. 

Once he finished his story, I closed my eyes for I wanted to relax while he continued rubbing my knee and upper thigh. By now I had a hard-on working , but he couldn’t see it because I had a long sweeter on and it covered most of my waist. But I spread my legs a little just to let him know that I didn’t mind what he was doing to me and in fact was aroused by it. 

About a minute later he lifted my right leg up and placed my foot in his lap. The next thing I knew he started untieing my snow boot. Once he took it off, he removed my sock and put my bare foot down on the floor and lifted my left foot in his lap. Just like he had done with my right foot, he removed my left snow boot and sock. 

There was no doubt now in my mind what he desired. I was sure he wanted me to take off my clothes cause I told him how I loved doing it in front of Andrew’s father. So once he placed my left foot on the floor, I opened my eyes and removed my sweater. Right away he motioned for me to pass it over to him. Then I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and stood up ever so nonchalantly. By now he could definitely see my hard-on as it tried to punch through my jeans. I looked at him, smiled slightly and then removed my shirt and undershirt and passed it to him. By now it looked as if he was trying to hold himself back from drooling as I stood there in nothing but my jeans.

Ever so slowly I unbuttoned them and pulled them down along with my underwear to my ankles. The instant I stepped out of them, I felt so damn sensual, excited and horny all at the same time inside standing naked in front of him with a huge boner--especially since he was supposed to be a man of Gad. Father Williams quickly put my clothes on the table and exclaimed, "Gosh Robby, you are very beautiful--you really are; come here I want to see you".

I walked over to him with a slight smile on my face as he remained seated in his chair. I stood right in front of him with my hands on my hips and let him fondle me. His firm warm hands felt terrific as he toyed with my cock and nuts. After he fondled them for a few minutes, he asked me to turn around so he could check out my smooth teenage ass which I was so proud of because I knew if it turned Andrew’s father on like it did , it would certainly turn Father Williams on as well. 

When I turned around, I felt his firm hand as he placed it on my butt cheeks. Moments later he began rubbing soft circles around both of them. Then he placed his hands on my cheeks and spread them so he could check out my pink boy-beaver which I was sure he desperately wanted to park his cock into that night. By now I really wanted to encourage him so I bent over slightly so he could get a better view of it. 

But then he shocked the hell the out of me. The next I knew I could feel is tongue work its way into my crack as it began rubbing soft wet circles around my hole. Never in a million years did I think gay sex could be this hot and enjoyable. I couldn’t believe just how good it felt to be rimmed and I even let out a soft moan of joy to let him know. By now I wanted Father Williams and wanted him badly--I had to cum in the worst way and I sure he needed to as well. 

My prayers must have been answered for the next thing I knew he turned me around and toyed with my cock again. Then he planted soft gentle kisses all over my cock-head and shaft as if he had fallen in love with it. Within seconds he took my entire shaft into his mouth and sucked me. I was so horny by now, I softly moaned out, “ Oh please put your finger in me.”

Father Williams heard my prayer and within seconds paused for a moment, licked a finger really good and then plunged it deep up my hole. I think my request really surprised him because he began sucking me harder and harder. As his lips slid back and forth over my shaft, I looked down so I could once again enjoy the beautiful sight of a man’s lips work their magic over my teenage shaft. 

I wanted him to know not only was I attracted to him, but was thoroughly enjoying what we were doing together. So I placed my right hand on his head and rubbed my fingers gently through his beautiful jet-black hair. 

Within seconds I felt my testicles want to release. And just like Andrew’s father, I knew through gay intuition that Father Williams wanted to relish my seed. So I held it for as long as I could ensuring that my nuts brewed every drop humanly possible and then released. Within seconds wave after wave shot out of my body and flooded his mouth. Sure enough he swallowed every drop with delight. My organism was even far more intense than with Andrew’ Father. In fact it was so intense, Father Williams had to wrap both his arms around my ass and hold me while he remained seated in his chair because my knees almost buckled and I was breathing so hard. I thought for a second there I was going to pass out.

Once Father Williams was sure my body had calmed and I had regained my sanity, he looked up at me while still seated in his chair with a giant smile on his face. I not only wanted to thank him, but also wanted him to know just how attracted I was to him. So I bent over and stuck my tongue deep into his mouth. I could tell my jester really demonstrated my affection towards him for he wrapped his firm arms around me and held me tightly as if he never wanted to let go while we deep frenched. 

When our lips finally parted, Father Williams pulled me towards him until I was sitting on his lap facing him with my feet flat on the floor. The next thing I knew he began kissing my nipples back and forth while he went back to fingering me. I was so excited, I in turn rubbed my fingers through his hair. This by far was the hottest sexual encounter I had ever experienced. I felt so very submissive (even feminine like) inside siting naked in the lap of a fully clothed man seated in a chair while he sucked on my titties and fingered me while I gently waved my fingers through his hair. 

We carried on like this for almost two full minutes. Finally, I wanted him to know just how much I needed his hot body so I reached down and pulled his sweatshirt off. As he went back to kissing my nipples, I rubbed my hand all over his hairy cheat. And boy was his chest sexier than hell. It was covered in soft jet-black hair ---not much ---not to little and captivated with two rather large masculine pink nipples. They were so very firm and captivating as chest hairs circled each one of them. 

Within minutes he reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. I figured by now his throbbing cock was just dying to get out of them and I couldn’t wait to see what it looked like either. So I gradually slide off his lap and down to my gay teenage knees. I quickly untied both his sneakers and removed them along with his socks. Then he sat up slightly so I could pull his jeans and underwear down to his ankles. The instant they touched his feet, I removed them all together. Now he was completely naked like I was. When I looked up, there stood his beautiful manhood tool about 8 full inches in length looking me in face as if to say, “Please suck me, Robby, I’m all yours tonight.” 

Like the good & horny gay boy I now was, I placed my lips over his cock-head and worked them down his shaft as I remained on my knees. And like I did with Andrew’s father, I sucked Father Williams tool ever so gradually for I wanted him to relish the moment.

As I sucked away, I couldn’t help but think how lucky I was. All my life I never had sex and within two days, I was having hot-steamy gay sex with certainly two of the hottest men in the world--at least that’s the way I saw it. I mean I sure didn’t want to have sex with some kid my age or some stuck up young guy like in his twenties cause I was suspicious of them to begin with. Just by the way they use to chat with me on the Internet, I figured all they would have wanted to do to me is shred my hole a few times and dump me. But with Andrew’s father and Father Williams everything was so different. They treated me as their equal and enjoyed being with me just as much as I enjoyed being with them. 

Then, Father Williams surprised the hell out of me. He leaned over and wrapped his hands around my underarms while I was still on my knees sucking away on his tool. He lifted me back up until I was sitting back on his lap facing him. Suddenly he spit a gob of saliva on his finger and fingered my hole with it. Then he spit another gob on his hand and stroked it all over his cock. Right away I got hint that he wanted me to sit down on it. 

He grabbed his cock and guided me down until I could feel it touch my opening. Then Father Williams said, “Now go ahead Robby and work it into you”. Slowly I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and sat down on it as I felt his cock-head pierce my opening. It hurt like hell at first and I let out a low squeal. But I knew the pain would soon go away so I told him not to worry; that I was OK. He smiled and wrapped his hands around my back; and kind of pinched my skin as a form of a vise for me until the pain subsided. And even though I was in pain, I loved knowing that a portion of his cock was already in my body. 

After about a full minute, the pain began to subside and I slowly inched down on his lap. I could feel the intrusion go further and further into my body as his cock worked its way up my boy-beaver. The second it was all the way in me, Father Williams told me to just sit there and wait just like Andrew’s father recommended until we fully adjusted to one another. 

While I waited for my hole to adjust, Father Williams then went back to sucking on my nipples which drove me crazy. Within seconds I was riding his cock like champion bull rider. At that point I didn’t think gay sex could have gotten any hotter. Here I was sitting in the lap of a hot naked juicy man riding his cock while he sucked on my nipples. Somewhere along the line I got another boner and the feeling of it pressing up against his stomach made the joy of gay sex that much more thrilling. I already needed to cum again so I began pumping him faster and faster so my cock could get the full sensation of thrusting up against his skin. Within a few seconds I blew another load as my warm cum spewed out between our two stomachs and his chest. Father Williams took a huge breath and exclaimed, “Go faster Robby, I’m almost there. 

By now I was rocking up and down on his cock as fast as I could . The feeling was so awesome I almost didn’t want him to cum cause I was enjoying it so much. But within second he took another deep breath and his body jerked as he released his warm Roman Catholic Seed deep into my hole. As he discharged wave after wave into me, I squeezed the back of his neck cause my arms were already wrapped around it to keep me stable so I could let him know just how much I was loving what we were doing together.

We both struggled to catch our breath and come back down to earth after the totally awesome sexual experience we shared together. As he struggled to catch his breath and I struggled to catch mine, we both held each other tightly while I remained in his lap. Once we both calmed, Father Williams looked up at me and exclaimed as he chuckled, “Gezzz Robby, I thought we were going to catch this place on fire.”

I looked down at him with my hands still wrapped around his neck and replied, “Well, I really like what we did too".

While I wondered what Andrew’s father would think and for that fact, what Andrew would think if he could see me now sitting naked on a priests lap with his cock still in my butt,nevertheless I didn’t let it bother me. After all, it was the holidays.