Date: Tue, 23 Feb 2010 23:30:06 -0500
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: George's Crooked Path (gay/adult youth M/M, Mb)

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                Georges Crooked Path
                       By
                      Wolf

	I was going through a difficult time in my life.
I had never admitted to myself that I found the
idea of sex with men much more exciting than the
idea of sex with women.  I had never acted on my
desires before the night I got drunk during a college
semester break party.  There was a guy that was
talking to me while we were getting wasted.  Before
long we decided that we would head to his place to
crash for the night.  My head was clearing on the
ride to his house.  I don't know how he was able to
drive as well as he did.

	When we were safely behind the door of his
place we had a couple of more beers.  We started
horsing around and before I knew what was going on
we were kissing.  That led to us jacking each other
off.  I must have passed out.  In the morning I woke
up with a throbbing head and a dry mouth.

	When I opened my eyes I slowly figured out
that I was in someone else's home.  When I cleared
my head I felt my stomach retch and I knew I was
about to "Ralph."  I had to crawl over the naked
body of the guy in the bed next to me.  I headed for
the door I suspected was the door to the bathroom.
I knelt in front of the toilet and lifted the seat
cover just as the contents of my stomach came up.
I was still "Ralphing" when the guy came into the
bathroom.

	When I was finished I needed to drink water.
I bent over the bathroom sink and winced out my
mouth and drank water from my hand.  While I was
coming to grips with what had happened the night
before.  I looked up into the mirror I saw the naked
guy standing behind me.

	He was not a bad looking guy.  He was probably
about my age.  He had the body of an athlete.
There was no hair on his chest.  He flashed me a big
smile as he stepped up to the sink and retrieved a
toothbrush.  He complained that his mouth tasted
like it was full of shit, before he started brushing
his teeth.  While he was brushing he placed his hand
on my ass.

	I felt my skin tremble from the touch of a guy
I didn't even know.  The guy wanted to kiss me while
he wrapped his hand around my cock.  I didn't want
to cause a fuss but I wanted to get out of there
fast.  I told him that I had to get to a job before I
got fired.  I got dressed as quick as I could find my
clothes.  He followed me to the door naked and
begged me to come back after work.

	I was filled with gilt as I caught a bus home.  I
was hardly aware of having sucked cock the night
before.  I struggled with my feelings while going
home for the break.  As guilty as I felt about what
had happened I was also thrilled that I had actually
had sex with a guy.  As soon as I got home I sought
out the young priest at the local parish for advice
about my feelings.

	We were walking around the Perish school
grounds picking up trash while I tried to bring
myself to tell him about what had happened and my
feelings.  Father Paul was probably half dozen years
older than me.  I was practically in tears as I told
him about what had happened and about my feelings.

	Fr. Paul put his arm around my shoulder as he
told me that he understood because he had
struggled about his own homosexuality right up to
his time in the seminary.  It took me a moment to
understand that he was telling me that he was gay
too.  He told me about being mentored at the
seminary by an older priest that had made him face
his  sexuality.  Fr. Paul was an Irishmen with red
hair.  I found him very attractive and felt guilty
about that too.

	Fr. Paul spoke very reassuringly to me about his
own desires and told me that God would not condemn
people like us.  I was overwhelmed to find out that I
was not alone and that even priests had the same
feelings.  I had never talked to a gay man about his
or my feelings before.  We talked about our feelings
for awhile but I felt better when I left him and
returned home to think about my feelings.

	I couple of days later I called the rectory and
asked to speak with Fr. Paul.  The secretary took my
message and a couple of hours later Fr. Paul
returned my call.  I asked if we might have another
private conversation someplace.  Fr. Paul suggested
that I meet him at a gym in town.  We could talk
while he worked out.  He gave me the address.

	I arrived at the gym at the appointed hour and
was greeted by a muscle bound receptionist.  He
assured me that I was the guest of Mr. Paul
O'Connell, and there was no charge.  (I understood
that Fr. Paul preferred to not use his title.)  The
man showed me the locker room and handed me a
towel and told me that Paul was in the steam room.

	I got undressed and wrapped the towel around
my waist and headed towards the door labeled steam
room.  When I opened the door the heat and moist
humid air filled my lungs.  I found Fr. Paul sitting on
a redwood bench.  He was sitting on his towel.  He
was totally naked.  I was checking out what he
looked like.  His body was covered with freckles and
his pubic hair was a strawberry pink color.  His balls
were resting on the towel between his legs and his
cock was lying limply across the fold of his left leg.
His cock was uncircumcised.  I had never given a
thought to what a priests cock would look like.  (I
knew that St. Peter baptized Roman's without
circumcision, while the other Apostils insisted that
men had to become Jews and be circumcised before
becoming Christians.)  I found it very erotic that his
cock had a thick foreskin.  It gave the head of his
cock the look of a giant earth worm.  My mouth
watered just looking at it.

	He patted the bench beside him.  I sat down
next to him, but was uncomfortable about the
prospect of strangers walking in and finding us
sitting there in the all together.  He assured me
that this was a private club and anyone coming in
would understand, and even want to take part in
anything we might be doing.  I asked, "What if
someone from the parish happened to enter?"

	Fr. Paul chuckled, "There are a few members
of the parish in the club and I have has sex with all
of them!"

	With that he slipped his hand under my towel
and felt my dick.  The towel came unraveled and
pared to reveal my circumcised cock.  Fr' Paul took
hold of my cock and jacked me off until I was hard,
before he bent over and started sucking on my dick.
I was sweating as much from the apprehension of
someone walking in on us, as the heat in the room.  I
also felt guilty about squirting cum in the mouth of
my priest.  When I finished cumming in his mouth, he
sat up.  I saw that his cock was at full staff.  I felt
obliged to bend over and suck his cock too.  I was in
a hurry to finish sucking him off, before we were
discovered.  I had no memory of tasting the cum of
that young man at school, before I got a mouthful.
I was just sitting up and swallowing his cum when the
door did open.

	When the man entered he had a towel in hand
and a dick swinging between his legs as he
approached the bench.  "Good afternoon Paul!  Are
you up for a little action?"

	Fr. Paul said, "Good afternoon James!  Thank
you for the offer, but my friend Gorge here is new
to the game.  I'm sure he feels uncomfortable about
his first openly gay experience.  I'm sure you
understand and will excuse us.  We had better run
along.  I'm sure there will be someone soon enough."

	They shook hands and the man shook mine.  He
gave me a look from head to toe, like he was
studying what I looked like, before he said, "I hope
to someday get a taste of you my boy!"

	I was embarrassed and anxious to get out of
there.  Fr. Paul ushered me into the showers and we
washed off the sweat before cooling down the water
to close our pours.  There were other men in the
shower and it bothered me to think they all knew
what Fr. Paul and I had done in the steam room.  As
we made our way back to the locker room we pasted
the gym and saw men working out with weights while
totally naked and naked men jogging around the
second story track.  We also passed massage rooms
where men were being massaged by staff members.
Of course some of the men were on their backs and
the staff members were jacking them off or sucking
cock.  It was so surreal to me to see so many men
being so casual about sex.

	While we were getting dressed Fr. Paul asked
me, "How would you feel about dropping around our
youth club?  All of the boys that join the club are
introduced to sex by the older boys.  After they
learn to enjoy gay sex, they are encouraged to have
sex one-on-one sex with the priests from the
rectory and even the seminary on special occasions."

	I asked him to tell me more about the club.  Fr.
Paul went on to explain to me, as we made our way to
the parking lot, that the younger boys had sex with
each other and the older boys.  The priests reserved
their sexual activity for the older boys for the most
part.  Oh!  There were the occasional occasions
where priests and younger boys became infatuated
with each other and their relationship became more
personal.

	I had to get back to college before getting to
visit the club that week.  I had to think about my
new understanding about my sexuality.  I did go back
to the young man's apartment to find out what it
would be like to have sex with him sober.  I even
brought my own toothbrush.

	When the end of the spring semester came to
an end, I returned home to visit Fr. Paul.  He told me
all about an outing that was coming up for the boy's
club.  Apparently they were taking them to a country
estate where the boys would have plenty of room to
play and be assured that no uninitiated eyes would
see what was going on.  The older boys seduced the
younger boys under the tutelage of the priests and a
few select adult men.  As the younger boys became
fully welcomed in to the gay sex club, they were
allowed to form relationships with older men.

	I was allowed to go with the club.  Fr. Paul and
I were sharing a room.  Fr. Paul and I spent the
nights sucking and fucking each other.  I had come a
long way from the day of my confession.  During the
day we supervised the boys at play.  That was when I
met Daniel.

	I saw him wrestling with a couple of other boys
on the expansive lawn.  They were all naked as they
struggled to dominate each other.  What struck me
about Danny was that he was such an attractive
youth.  He looked like an example of a black
Irishman.  He had dark curly hair and blue eyes that
were as clear as the sky.  His skin was a creamy as
milk.  He was just old enough to have a few strands
of pubic hair above his nice little cock.  I had to ask
Fr. Paul all about the youth.

	Fr. Paul told me his name was Patrick.  He had
been orphaned recently.  He was at a difficult age
for adoption.  Families wanted young children.  That
knowledge broke my heart because he was such a
sweet looking child.  I had a strong desire to protect
him from the cruel world.  I just watched him play
so innocently on the grounds.  It was all I could do
to keep from rushing across the lawn and sweeping
him up in my arms and ravishing him on the spot.

	Fr. Paul could tell that I was enamored with
Patrick from the moment he saw the look in my eyes.
He saw to it that I got to visit him as much as I
wanted.  I lavished gifts on him.  I knew the older
boys would probably take them away from him, but
at least he had the joy of them when I gave them to
him.  It took me months to work up the nerve to
suggest that I would like to make love to him.  To my
surprise Patrick flung his arms around my neck and
kissed me on the mouth.

	He proved to me that he was no virgin by
pulling down his pants and turning his back to me and
showing me how wide he could stretch his asshole.
There is something so refreshing about the body of
a boy that age.  They sweat but they don't stink like
they well in just a few months.  Even the smell of his
asshole was erotic to me.  I could not resist feeling
his little scrotum.  I felt the balls very gently with
my fingers.  I used two fingers and my thumb to
take hold of his little un-cut dick as he stood there
with his back to me.  I could not resist feeling his
soft butt with the other hand.  (I know it is a cliché
to say his butt was a smooth as a baby's butt, but it
was true.)  He made no effort to pull away from me.
I played with him for the longest time before I
could not resist turning him around and sucking on
his little cock while he stood there stroking my hair.
He had a dry climax that left him standing there
quivering and legs shaking so much that he could not
support himself.  I pulled him onto my lap and
hugged him like he was a baby.  He hid his face
between my shoulder and neck.  I felt his kiss.  I
stroked his body with my hands until he lifted his
head and kissed me on my mouth.  He must have felt
my boner poking him in the butt.  He reached
between my legs and started playing with my dick.

	His hands felt like they were as soft as butter.
Nothing felt as good as the touch of his hand.  He
gave me a hand-job that gave me an erection that
brought my dick to a state that I had never seen
before.  I swear that it was longer than it had ever
been before.  Even Patrick was impressed.  He pulled
down on it, and when he released my cock sprang
back up and slapped Patrick on his little sticky
scrotum.  He started wiggling around on my lap.

	I asked, "What the hell are you doing now?"

	Patrick chuckled, "I have to do something with
this!"  With that he reached under himself and
guided my cock right for his little butt-hole.  He
settled down between my legs as my dick entered his
hole.

	He was giving me a feeling that I had not
experienced in years.  It was like the first time I
had fucked someone.  The way is soft skin sheathed
my dick as nicely as a knife slips into the sheath.
The boy started using his legs on my thighs to lift
his butt up and down.  I closed my eyes and enjoyed
the best fuck of my life.  I don't know which one of
us enjoyed it the most.  I do know that I delivered
the largest load of cum I had even had before.

	When Patrick lifted his butt up and off of my
dick as it was going soft I saw his swollen and
inflamed little asshole lifting up and off of my dick I
saw my white cum gushing out all over my dick.
Patrick swung one leg around and lifted it up in the
air to clear my body as he turned around to face me.
He hugged me tightly as he kissed me.  We both
knew that we would have to do that again as soon as
I was able to get another boner.

	When we told Fr. Paul he blessed our union.  He
made arrangements with a friendly judge for me to
adopt Patrick.



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