Date: Sun, 29 Nov 2009 23:11:15 -0800
From: Oral Litener <orallite@inbox.com>
Subject: Father Frank and Nino

Disclaimer:

The people and events described here are completely fictional. This story
involves sex between a young boy and an adult male, and graphically depicts
an adult youth sexual situation. If this offends you, or if there are laws
in your area prohibiting you from reading this type of story...you should
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story.

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Father Frank and Nino

When Tomas Hernan Garcia Castillo (everyone called him Nino) was old
enough, he attended Catechism classes at his Catholic school in Heavenly,
Arizona and eventually, perhaps because of his small stature and inability
to play the rough games of his peers, religion became his primary
interest. Soon Nino became as knowledgeable about the church and the bible
as Sister Alice, the nun who taught his religion class in school. It was
therefore no surprise when the just-turned 10 year old Nino announced to
Sister Alice that he intended to become a priest.

Two weeks later, when he arrived for his class with Sister Alice she sent
him directly to Father Frank's office -- it is there that our story begins.

Father Ignatious Frank, since being transferred to the St. Lucifer School
as principal, had really tried hard, and thus far successfully, to keep his
promise to his superiors and turn away from his weakness by finding
strength in the Lord but some days he felt that the joys of earthly carnal
pleasure with young boys were far more appealing than entry into the Gates
of Heaven. This was one of those days and when the slender, dark haired,
olive skinned and frankly beautiful boy they called "Nino" walked into his
office he could not even remember what those Pearly Gates were supposed to
look like -- much less how to get there.

"Come in Tomas," Father Frank said with a glowing smile and actual tears of
joy beginning to form in his eyes, "or should I call you Nino?"

"Everyone calls me Nino Father," Nino said in his treble voice, untainted
by puberty. A voice that caused an immediate disturbance in Father Frank's
pants. "So Nino is OK." Nino finished with a small smile and a slight
blush. To Nino, this man was like a God -- he had attained everything that
Nino wanted for himself: a superior religious education, a devotion to
doing God's work here on earth and a position as a religious mentor to an
entire community of Catholics.

Rather than having Nino sit across the desk from him in a wooden chair, as
is customary for a student visiting a principal, Father Frank rose, came
out from behind his desk, placed a hand behind Nino's shoulder and guided
him to the comfortable couch sitting against one wall. Father Frank sat
next to Nino -- hip-to-hip in fact -- and placed his long arm around Nino's
shoulders -- pulling Nino even closer in a fatherly gesture.

"So Nino," Father Frank began, "I understand that you want to become a
priest."

Nino felt a thrill go thought his entire body when Father Frank
acknowledged his ambition.

"Yes Father!" Nino acknowledged, and then went on to explain, "I love the
lessons I've learned from the Bible and I really love God. I feel that
serving God as a priest, like you do, is my destiny."

As Nino spoke, Father Frank's mind flashed back to his last position at the
orphanage in Taos. The nightly visits to the boy's dormitories to supervise
their showers and "inspect them" for cleanliness as they were ready to slip
on their nightgowns, the after hours sessions in his office with some of
the "special" boys, and especially the planned humiliation of
troublemakers: having them strip naked in the middle of the dormitory and
receive a bare-hand spanking across his lap and then, when a boy wound up
with an erection at the end of the spanking, as many did, he would grab
hold of the offending erection and lead him by his boner around the
dormitory, into the hall, and eventually outside the building. The memories
caused a near volcanic eruption under his vestments.

"That's really wonderful," Father Frank assured Nino, then, thinking
quickly he said, "but there are things that we must do to prepare you for
the priesthood. Do you think you are ready to put your complete faith in
me, obey me, even when what I ask seems to be strange?

Thrilled at the thought that his education as a priest would begin this
soon, Nino responded by turning toward Father Frank, hugging him around the
waist and saying "Oh yes, Father Frank. Thank you! If you will train me I
will do everything you say without question."

Almost immediately after Nino's promises, Father Frank's demenior
changed. The friendly Parish Priest became the stern principal. "You have
made me a promise, and more than that you have made a promise to the Lord
who hears everything you say." Father Frank said to Nino, who's joy had
caused him to miss the priest's transformation but not his stern tone, "As
a future priest, you must begin to attend confession every day -- here in
my office -- this is a special requirement for boys who want to enter the
priesthood," Father Frank improvised. "Do you understand?"

"Yes Father!" Nino responded.

Father Frank continued, getting more and more excited as the rules for
Nino's transformation into "his very special boy" popped into his
head. "There is a secret ritual that must be followed by a boy who want's
to enter the priesthood; do you know what a "ritual" is Nino?"

"Yes Father . . . at least I think so." Nino answered. "A ritual is like
special things we have to do if we want to do something right."

"Yes that's it exactly Nino!" Father Frank said happily -- happy that, so
far, everything was going well. The touchiest part was, however, yet to
come. Father Frank continued explaining his "ritual." "Remember that what
I'm about to tell you is a secret known only to priests and the select few
students who are destined for the priesthood."

"Yes Father!" Nino said nervously -- frankly unsure of his ability to keep
secrets. "I will tell no one," he finally choked out.

"As a future priest," Father Frank went on, "you will not be confessing to
me -- I am just your guide, you will confess directly to the Lord and I
will be right there with you to give you support and instruct you" After a
hesitation, "One other thing -- and you may find this strange -- but when a
priest-in-training confesses directly to the Lord he must not only bare his
soul, he must bare his body; you must go before the Lord as naked as the
day you were born."

That made Nino a little nervous! He was not unused to being naked but only
with his mama, papa and a few friends he had gone skinny dipping with and
he had never been naked in front of any other adult, except for his doctor
and one memorable time with Tio (Uncle) Luis. Now, unless he misunderstood,
he would be naked in front of Father Frank every day. 'Well,' he reasoned
to himself, 'Father Frank is a priest and if I want to be a priest (which
he wanted more than anything in the world) I have to do the rituals like
Father Frank says -- and,' he thought as he swelled with pride, 'that makes
me very special.'

"So Nino," Father Frank asked, "are you ready to make your first confession
as a priest-in-training?"

"Yes Father" Nino responded with excitement evident in his voice.

"Fine!" Father Frank said, just barely keeping the excitement out of his
voice. "And I'll repeat that you must trust me completely because some of
our secret rituals will seem very odd to you and may even seem to be wrong
but that is only because they are unknown to anyone outside the
priesthood."

"Now," Father Frank continued, "stand right here in front of me." He said
indicating a spot between his spread knees.

Nino, on slightly shaky legs, rose from the couch and stood exactly where
instructed. "Now we must prepare you for your confession," Father Frank
said as he began unbuttoning Nino's white school shirt. When the shirt was
unbuttoned, he pulled it out of Nino's blue school shorts and slipped it
off of the quivering boy. Nino, as most boys in the sweltering Heavenly
summer wore no undershirt. Father Frank reached out placed his hands on
Nino's slim chest and slid them up to his bare shoulders. "You're shaking
Nino!" he said with surpise in his voice. "Are you scared?

Not wanting to lie to the Father on this very special day Nino said, "Yes
Father, a little scared; but also excited."

Father Frank smiled a gentle smile, wrapped Nino in a hug and gently stoked
his bare back. He closed his eyes against his own emotion as his hands
stoked the bare, slightly hot skin of the boy who, he knew, would soon be
standing naked before him, ready to obey his every wish. "Your fear tells
me that you are a good Christian boy and your excitement tells me you will
be an obedient student."

Held firmly in Father Frank's strong embrace Nino was feeling even more
excited than before, but in a different way than Father Frank had thought
and in an entirely different place. As the Father's strong hands stroked
his naked back, Nino remembered! He remembered something that he ordinarily
recalled only in the late, dark of certain evenings when sleep did not come
easily. Now, in Father Franks embrace and knowing that he would soon be
naked before the Father, he remembered his 8th birthday.

Many relatives had arrived for his party and large amounts of Tequila
flowed. It was late but the party was still in full swing when Nino could
no longer stay awake. Nino's Tio Luis found him curled up asleep on a chair
in the expansive yard behind the house. Luis picked up the sleeping Nino in
his powerful arms and carried Nino to the boy's own room.

Luis was, unbeknownst to anyone in the family, a man who lusted over boys;
he normally was able to fight off temptation around his nephews, but this
night, with the temperature still in the 80s and with too much Tequila in
his belly, the sight of the beautiful sleeping 8 y/o was too much
temptation to resist. Luis gently placed Nino on his bed and began to
remove Nino's outer clothes: his sandals, his light shirt and his cotton
shorts. He then knelt beside the boys bed and pressed his lips to the boy's
lips and then began kissing every inch of skin he could reach; it was when
Luis began tonguing his bellybutton that Nino began to awake.

Initially confused by his wet belly, soon Nino felt his underpants being
lowered and, with his eyes still closed, he assumed that his mother or
father were undressing him and were about to slip his nightshirt on him. He
knew he was wrong when he felt the warm, wet mouth enclose his
cock. Suddenly his cock began to grow and was soon the full length that he
often found it in the morning and just as suddenly Nino was overwhelmed
with sensations he had never imagined could exist.

Nino slowly opened his eyes just enough to see who was giving him these
feelings and, what was incomprehensible to him, who it was that didn't mind
having the thing he peed with in their mouth. Slowly a large head came into
focus through Nino's slit eyes; and when that head came off his cock and
started licking between his legs, causing a jolt of electricity to run
through his small body, he squealed, and then saw the shocked face of his
Tio Luis staring at him.

Luis jumped up and was about to run out of the room, and perhaps out of the
state, when he was stopped by Nino's small voice: "Tio, that felt so good,
please do it more.

Luis was overjoyed! He ran to Nino's bedside and grabbed him into a hug,
thoroughly kissed his face and then gave Nino a thorough tongue washing
from his face to each of his ten toes, causing the boy to giggle until
exhausted. When Luis returned to Nino's now fully engorged cock and began
to masturbate it with tight lips and active tongue, Nino came fully awake
and quickly began to have feelings in his lower belly that initially scared
him; but soon those feelings turned into a sensation that felt so wonderful
he lost his fear and wanted more.

Within minutes Nino got his wish; Nino was treated that night to his first
orgasm, the strongest most pleasurable sensation of his young life. Luis
also had an orgasm in his pants that night -- it was right after he
received a small treat, the tiny bit of foamy fluid produced by an 8 y/o
boy's first orgasm.

Now here in the arms of another powerful man, Father Frank, whose strong
hands were roaming all over his back Nino had a secret wish that brought
him much shame -- he wanted so badly to have Father Frank do to him what
his Tio Luis had done. After that night Tio Luis disappeared and Nino had
never been touched like that again and had never learned that touching
himself can give similar results.

Nino came out of his thoughts when he heard Father Frank instruct him to
remove his sandals. The Father then slowly, to prolong the moment, pulled
down Nino's school shorts. As Nino stepped out of the shorts the Father's
eyes were glued to the bulge in Nino's underwear. Instantly, also well
aware of his excited state, Nino covered his crotch with both hands.

Father Frank saw this and assumed it was simple modesty. He once again
grabbed Nino into a hug, (happy to have the excuse) and whispered into
Nino's ear (as he ran his hands deep into the rear waistband of Nino's
briefs and covered his small butt cheeks with his hands): "Nino, that's
nothing to be ashamed of. God gave you this body and it is the power of God
in your body that allows you to have erections; and soon, as part of our
ritual of the priesthood, before your first confession, I will help you
feel the full power of God . . . and you will feel it right here," he said
as he gently cupped Nino's still covered crotch in his hand.

Nino jumped a little when he felt that strong hand cover and even lightly
squeeze his cock and immediately he was filled with joy, hoping that he
could once again relive the wonderful sensation that was his 8th birthday
present from his still missing Tio Luis.

Slowly, without another word, Father Frank lowered Nino's plain white
cotton briefs. Nino's fully engorged, uncircumcised cock leaped out and
caused Father Frank considerable discomfort as he tried to stop his own
raging erection from erupting.

"Are you alright?" Nino asked, noticing that the Father had closed his eyes
and appeared to be saying a silent prayer. "

"Oh yes Nino! I'm fine!" the Father responded. "I was just saying a prayer
of thanks that God has apparently made his power felt to you." He said as
he boldly reached over and gently squeezed Nino's erection."

"Confused but hopeful Nino asked, "Is that what makes it grow Father -- the
Power of God?"

Yes and you are about to feel that full power.

Father Frank stood up, picked Nino up in his arms and carried him toward a
door in the back of his office. Once inside, Nino saw an alter against one
side with a simple cross over it and a table with two chairs against the
opposite wall. Father Frank carried Nino to the table and lay him on the
table. "Now Nino, lay down on your stomach and we will begin the ritual
anointing with holy oil."

Nino turned over on his tummy, took a moment to adjust his erection so he
didn't crush it and put his arms at his sides.

As Nino was positioning himself on the table, Father Frank opened a drawer
in the table and removed a bottle of special "holy" oil, actually obtained
from an adult "toy" store in the seedy part of town with the complete
assurance of the clerk that this oil was guaranteed to bring out the most
erotic, unrestrained impulses of the person who used it. Father Frank would
soon find out how true that was.

Looking down at the back side of the naked ten-year-old on the table,
admiring the slim torso, the narrow waist and the swells of Nino's
olive-colored butt cheeks, Father Frank needed no oil for himself -- he was
already as excited as a virgin on his wedding night.

Nino jumped a bit when he felt Father Frank's hands touch his shoulders and
begin to massage in the oil. The oil smelled to Nino a bit like a flower
garden and there was also a musky smell that Nino associated with livestock
but the overall effect was very relaxing and, in a way Nino couldn't
understand, exciting. Father Frank's hands were, to Nino, simply
amazing. They were strong hands and yet used a delicate touch that
suggested loving tenderness. As Father Frank's hands worked their way to
the small of his back, the combination of the exciting aroma, the lovingly
gentle massage and a gentle warmth (an effect of the oil) started to create
that feeling he remembered from his 8th birthday in his stomach, way low in
his stomach - feelings that were, in some strange way, pleasant and
exciting and unpleasant all at the same time.

Father Frank took his time rubbing the oil into the beautiful round globes
of Nino's ass. His fingers luxuriated in every square centimeter of smooth
virgin flesh. Eventually each hand took a turn exploring the valley between
those globes.

Nino jumped when a hand, and then another, brushed across his puckered-up
anus.

"Spread your legs a bit son," Father Frank told boy. "We must anoint every
part of your skin."

Father Frank all but swooned when his fingers brushed across the super
smooth skin between Nino's ball sack and anal opening. Eventually, when he
felt he might have stayed too long in nirvana, he completed massaging the
oil into Nino's legs and his feet, including the spaces between the toes.

"Turn over now Nino." Father Frank told his special boy.

Nino turned over and Father Frank was overjoyed to see that his special
"holy oil" had the desired effect; Nino's cock had swollen even more and
was actually pulsating. Nino was also covered with perspiration from the
intense feelings that filled his body and tortured his mind with his
special memory.

Father Frank began "anointing" Nino's front side by quickly rubbing the oil
into Nino's shins and thighs and then more slowly on the inside's of Nino's
thighs, making a point to saturate Nino's small ball sack with holy oil and
tender caresses.

Skipping the beautiful rod sticking up from Nino's lower stomach he quickly
coated Nino's upper body, working his way back down until all that was left
was the full four inches of pulsating, blood gorged flesh with it's helmut
now protruding from the tube of flesh.

"Have you started to feel the power of God Nino?" Father Frank asked.

"I feel something very strong inside my tummy Father."

"Wonderful!" Father Frank exclaimed, continue to trust me and soon you will
feel the wonderful power of God overwhelm your body. Close your eyes now
Nino and concentrate on that feeling in your stomach while I put holy oil
on the beautiful penis that God gave you and and soon you will feel the
full power of God erupt from your body.

Nino lay there with his eyes closed and did not see Father Frank's left
hand sneak beneath his robes or hear his zipper when it went down because
Father Frank's right hand was already at work manipulating Nino's cock with
just enough pressure and just enough speed to create sensations that made
everything else in the world disappear. As he did that his left hand was
working furiously and he was just moments away from ejaculation.

"Oh Father," Nino suddenly shouted, "I feel God's power coming out of my
peehole! Oh Thank You Father! Thank you God!"

Nino wasn't surprised, he was delighted, when he felt the Father's warm
mouth close around his cock just in time to catch a small spurt of his
second-ever cum.

After the climactic ordeal was past, Father Frank and the still-naked Nino
knelt together at the small alter, each, unbeknownst to the other, thanking
God for the exact same thing.