Date: Fri, 29 Sep 2000 13:53:19 EDT
From: m yonge <myonge@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brother Pat 2

Chapter 2

Around that time I guess Father Maurice, our parish priest felt it was time
for us boys to get the "church policy" on sex.  Figuring rightly, that our
parents weren't going to tell us to abstain altogether, he set up some
classes for us to attend.  "Study sessions" to help us into life.

Basically what he told us was that masturbation was wrong, premarital sex
was wrong, even sexual thoughts were wrong, if we dwelled on them.

What scared the hell out of me was an entire session he spent on
homosexuality, and how if we did anything like that we would burn in hell
forever.  I was terrified!!!  I prayed a lot after that, hoping that this
was just something that would pass and soon I would have a girl friend and
want to have sex with her, (although of course, as a good catholic I
wouldn't till we were married).  After the sessions were over we were all
too scared to get together around Joe's magazines anymore, and pretty soon
the other three were running around chasing after girls and we really
didn't hang out much anymore.

By the time I was about 15 and I was really worried... I found I was liking
the looks of boys more and more. While Steve, Sam and Bill were all going
out with girls now, I wasn't the least bit interested.  Being a devout
Catholic and having heard all the teaching about men that like boys and how
they end up in hell I was getting more and more upset.

I tried to tell Father Maurice in confession about my worries but he went
into a tirade of how evil I was and only piled on all kinds of penance , I
guess in the hopes that I would stop because of the penances I had to do.

It only made me more frustrated. I was jerking off daily, feeling guilty
everytime.  Every time I had to take a shower after gym class it was all I
could do to hide my hardon that I got looking at all those male bodies.  I
kept thinking of that first wet dream I had and the guys with their
erections coming for me.

I had nowhere to turn with my worries. Father Maurice basically told me
that I on my way to hell and I was terrified. There just wasn't anyone to
turn to.  Everyday the worries got greater, the more I thought about men
the more I worried and the more I worried about being gay, the more I
thought about men and the great sin of being with them and imagining the
sin that I would perform with them.

Over the next month or so on more than one night "The Dream" would come
back to me and I would explode in my shorts as one of the guys in the
locker room slid his mouth over my throbbing cock.  It always felt so
real... I would wake up shaking and sticky.

Finally I could take it no more. I had convinced my self that I was hell
bound and would be hated by my family and having saved my allowance and
taken a little extra from my dad's wallet I bought a train ticket to
Vancouver and took off.  I didn't know what I as going to do I just knew I
had to go. It had been building all this time and it was as if I was a
robot.  I had no choice I had to leave.

As I settled in to my seat on the train, I was shaking with nerves, "What
was going to happen to me?"  I turned my face to the window and cried
softly and Eventually I dozed off.

About an hour later the train stopped and some people got off and new
people boarded.  I watched them enter the car and find seats.  I man came
on and threw his bag and coat up on the luggage rack and dropped himself
down beside me.  He was an "older" man perhaps in his 50s kinda stocky.  I
didn't pay a whole lot of attention to him although he talked incessently
to me.  About one or two in the morning I couldn't stay awake anymore and
dozed off again.  I had a long rain coat sort of trench coat that I had
draped over myself as a blanket.

As I slept I became aware of the beautiful feelings that I always felt
during "The Dream", but I wasn't dreaming!  I started to wake up and
realized that the man had slipped his hand under my coat and was rubbing my
crotch.  I was terrified!

I moved to let him know I was awake and softly asked him to stop.  He did
and didn't touch me or talk to me again.  A short time later at the next
stop he got off the train.  I watched him go with mixed feelings, one of
revulsion, not because of what he had done, but because he was not an
attractive man at all, and just the thought of him touching me..... ugh!!!
The other thought was that it had felt so good.  I was again troubled "I
shouldn't be feeling like this".

The train finally arrived at Vancouver.  I tried that first day to get a
job..  but quickly realized that I was too young and no-one was going to
hire a kid off the streets.  So that same night I headed back

I had enough money to take the train to Kamloops, which I did.  From there
I started to hitch hike.  I got a couple short rides and then this guy
picked me up and drove me all the way to Calgary.  He was middle aged,
kinda thin, drove like a maniac through the mountains.  When we got to
Calgary he invited me to stay at his place.

We got to his house and we went in.  I was a bit nervous but he seemed kind
enough.  He showed me around the house, pointing out the amenities, like
the bathroom and kitchen and where I would be sleeping.

He suggested I take a shower while he put some food together.  As I was
drying off, he came into the bathroom to tell me that supper was ready, I
started, and tried to cover myself, he smiled and apologized but I could
see that he had taken enough in.

"Don't worry Mike" he said "I won't do anything to you.... "  he paused
"...  that you don't want."  He looked me in the eye as if to see what I
was thinking then he took the towel and said.  "Here let me get your back"
and he started to rub down my back.  I was too scared and stunned to stop
him.

He worked his way down my back, not saying anything then he knelt and
started to dry my legs. I tried to tell him that I could do that but he
continued, his hands and towel moving up and between my legs.  He turned me
around and, well by now I had a huge hardon and was beside myself with
embarrassment.  He said nothing, looked up at me, smiled and to my horror
and took my cock in his mouth and started this incredible motion of sliding
slowly up and down on my rod and sucking hard and massaging the cockhead
with his tongue.

I was so shocked!!! I wanted to stop him but I couldn't and within seconds
my knees were buckling and I delivered a huge load of cum into his mouth,
groaning and crying in my agonized confusion and fear.  It felt so good, it
was so wrong, I wanted him to continue, and I wanted to get away from him.
All I could do was to hold his head right there, groaning in pleasure while
the tears streamed down my face and my mind raced in chaos.

When he had emptied me completely... he stood up and kissed me gently and
handed me a bathrobe that was hanging there and said "Let's go eat supper
son"

After supper and clean up he lead me into the living room and we sat down
to watch some TV.  Before long he had his arm over my shoulder and reached
over to kiss me.  I tried to move away but talking quietly to me he
reminded me how good I had felt before.  He kept insisting himself on me.

We kissed long and hard as I experienced for the first time another man's
tongue in my mouth.  He opened up the bathrobe I was wearing and slowly
moved his hand up and down my chest and toward my now throbbing hard on.  I
couldn't stop him!  I was terrified and so wanting him to keep on doing
what he as doing.  It felt so incredible to have his lips on mine and our
tongues dancing together while he gently started to stroke my rod.  I
groaned with pleasure through my tears of fear.

Mark whispered to me "C'mon Mike don't be afraid, touch me man... undo my
shirt... put your hand on my chest."  As he kept on stroking me and kissing
my neck and carressing me, I tentatively allowed my self to open up his
shirt.  He has a hairy chest I remember thinking.  I lay my hand on is
chest, softly rubbing it around, feeling his hardening nipples in the palm
of my hand as I brushed over them.  By now I was completely aroused by him
and I leaned forward and kissed his chest.. and then gently sucked one of
his nipples.  That obviously did something for him because he groaned a
soft "ooohhnn yeah".  He encouraged me to go further helping me to undress
him as he removed the bathrobe from me completely exposing me to him.

I was caught up in the intense feelings and emotions that were coursing
through my body and mind.  The sexual drive took control as I gave myself
wholly to Mark.

We were both naked now and Mark gently but firmly urged me to move down on
him to take his hard cock into my mouth.  There was no turning back... I
licked hi cockhead and then hesitatingly licked my lips and opened my mouth
to take his cock head in.

"Suck it boy!" he said hoarsly.  He grabbed my head and pushed his hips
toward me sliding his cock into my mouth.  I remember gagging as he moved
in and out.

"Suck me Boy!!"  He said louder, "C'mon you little cocksucker suck on my
dick!!"  He moved harder and harder into me as I tried my best to suck on
him and not gag.

Then he stopped and pulled out of my mouth.  He drew me up and kissed me
deep, carressing my shoulders and back.  I moaned with pleasure as one of
his hands gently fondled my sac and stroked my aching cock.

With his other hand he moved down my back to my ass rubbing his fingers
first gently along the crack between the cheeks and then more firmly
between them.  He had me lay down on my back on the bed.  He had me put my
legs over his shoulders and then wetting his finger I felt him force his
way into my hole.
  I gasped with the discomfort.

"Shhhh... it'll be ok" He whispered "Just relax it will feel real good
soon"

The one finger was soon followed by another and then a third as he worked
my ass.  It hurt but it didn't hurt... it was more just uncomfortable.  I
groaned and told him I didn't like it.  He just smiled at me and continued
working my ass.

He got up and picked something up that looked like a tube .. then next
thing I knew there was a cool gooie substance being rubbed on my ass and
into it then I saw him rub down his cock with the same stuff and I realized
what was about to happen....  He put my legs on his shoulders again and
told me to relax and push out a bit as he entered.

I cried out as his cock forced it's way in, He was partially in moaned
slightly and stopped for a few seconds and then just as I was getting used
to the feeling he slipped the rest of the way in "OOOOHhnnnn Yeah" He
moaned.  "OOOOHNNNnnn YEah you feel so good... Your ass is so tight"

He started to move in and out slowly at first and then faster as his sexual
desires built to a climax he was soon pounding into my ass...  I was crying
out in pain and pleasure both but I don't think he heard anything.  His
eyes were closed and he looked like he was in some kind of trance.

Then shouting out loud "OHHH FUCK!!! OHHNNNN YEAH" I could feel his cock
pulsing in side me and the heat of is cum filling me. He shuddered more
than moved inside me as he spent himself and then he collapsed over me.

"Yer gonna be just fine kid. " He said "Yeap just fine" I didn't know what
he meant and just lay there.

He finally got off me and told me to go get a shower and wash my ass real
good and then I could go to bed.

I stayed with Mark for about 3 days.  I was scared, I didn't have any place
left to go, I didn't think I could go back home, although I desperately
wanted to.  While I was with him I did housework and dishes and laundry and
stuff for him to try to earn my keep.

When he came home the second night we repeated what happened the first
night, I took my shower after he was finished and went to bed.

On the third night he brought a "friend", George home with him for supper.
When George saw me he said something to Mark and they both smiled and Mark
said "You'll see".

After we had supper we went to the living room, but as I went in Mark drew
me aside. In a low voice he said "Ok Kid here is where you earn your keep,
you are going to 'do it' with George tonight " I stared at him.  "Listen"
he continued with a slightly more forceful tone "you just do what ever he
asks you to do, you fuckin owe it to me kid. I've been keepin you here and
feedin you so don't fuck up... understand?"  With that he gave me a kiss
and sent me into George.

George was on the sofa and called me over to sit with him.  I must have
looked terrified (which I was) because he said softly "C'mon kid I won't
hurt you"

Mark called in from the kitchen "I'm just going to the mall for a couple
minutes to pick up some grub, I won't be long... "  "You guys gonna be ok?"

George called back..  "Oh Yeah we'll be alright, take your time"

Mark was gone, I was in a cold sweat

George was very good... he put an arm around me and pulled me to him,
softly whispering how we were going to have a good time, and how much we
were going to enjoy ourselves....  I started to relax.... he put a hand on
my chest and slowly started to massage it while he leaned forward to take a
kiss.  I responded by kissing him back and placing my hand on the side of
his face... to hold him to me...

He told me to undress, which I did, as he watched, telling me what to take
off next.  When I was totally naked in front of him, he just sat there not
saying anything, just looking me over.

Thinking that he wanted me to start undressing him as Mark always seemed to
want, I reached forward to start to undo the buttons on his shirt.

His face hardened as I touch him

The next thing I knew I had been punched and was sprawling on the floor.

George was shouting at me "Don't you fucking ever touch me again unless I
tell you!!!" "You understand???"  "You're a little shit and you have
nowhere to turn you little fucker !!!"

I was screaming "What did I do???? What did I do????  T thought you wanted
that!?!?!?!"

"Shut the fuck up you little bastard!!!"  He growled at me

"You will do what I say, when I say it and how, and you might as well get
that straight right now!!!!"

George reached down and grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up, then gave
me a kick toward the bedroom.  By now I was screaming at him to let me go
and begging him and crying.  He laughed, punched me and told me to shut.  I
was frantically looking for a way out.

As he pushed me into the bedroom and onto the bed, he crossed over to turn
on the bedside lamp. That was his first mistake. I bolted out of the room
and down the stairs. I made it to the front door grabbing my jeans as I ran
through the living room.  I was opening the door, before he caught me but I
was ready by then. My adrenalin overwhelming me with the need to survive.
As he caught up to me, he grabbed me from behind. I lifted my foot between
his legs.  He let go with a groan and I was gone.

I ran down the dark streets and alleys, till I couldn't run anymore, I'm
sure if anyone had been looking out their windows that night they would
have thought they had seen a streaker. I finally found myself in a park by
a river, where I stopped long enough to put my jeans on.

It was empty and I hid in some bushes along the river bank.  Tears were
streaming down my face, as I sobbed out my misery.  I eventually dozed off
in a fitful sleep.  It was still dark and cold when I woke up.  Shivering
in only my jeans.  Again I came face to face with my hopeless situation.
What was I going to do?

I Looked up and down the river.  To the right I saw a major bridge that
seemed to have a lot of traffic going over it, so I got up and started
heading toward it, going up one street and then over again. Always heading
toward the bridge, always on the lookout for George and Mark.  When I
finally got to the bridge I saw a sign that said Hwy 1 East.  Without
thinking much about it I started hitchhiking. East was the way home. I
wanted to go home.  I hardly felt the gravel on my bare feet

It wasn't long before an RCMP cruiser passed, and then stopped and backed
up.  I was too miserable to run, I just stood there and stared.

The officer asked me where I was going and what I was doing, I just started
to sob.  He took his jacket off put it around my shoulders, put me in his
vehicle and took me to the station, where they found me a shirt and socks
and a pair of sneakers.  One of the officers brought me a hot cup of coffee
to warm me up.
  I was so miserable.  After they got what information they needed from me,
they let me lay down on a cot in one of the cells where I quickly feel
asleep until well into the morning when one of the officers came to wake me
up.  "We figured you needed the sleep." He said "But now we need to get you
home."

After a couple phone calls and a call to my home asking my mum if I could
come home, I was in possession of a train ticket and a couple meal vouchers
for local restaurant.

Three days later I was back in my parents' arms, but they would never know
about George and Mark.