Date: Sun, 14 Dec 2008 01:36:05 -0500
From: Wolf <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: German Traverlr 2 (gay/interracial, M/M?)

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                  German Traveler 2
               Encounter with a priests
                         By
                        Wolf

	When I was a teenager, I happened to walk past
the residence of a local Catholic Priest, whenever I
walk to the central part the town of Cologne located
on the west bank of the Rhine River.  I often saw the
priest sitting at a Captains desk, while he was writing
through the bay window of his bungalow.  There was a
narrow strip of lawn separating the sidewalk from the
old brick building.

	I was not a Catholic by any means, but I found
the priest to be a friendly looking man.  We
exchanged friendly nods of our heads, as I passed his
window many times.  One afternoon he smiled at me,
so I crossed the strip of lawn, to greet him through
the open window.

	He was a tall man, but he had a thick body.  He
could only be called a fat man.  The simple back shirt
was stretched tightly around his body and the collar
was open with the white tab unfastened and dangling
from the stiff collar.  I could see the hair on his
chest.  His chest was so flabby that it looked like tits
through the shirt.  I could see his nipples pressed
against the fabric.  He introduced himself as Father
Arthur.  I told him my name was Olaf.

	He invited me to come in for a visit, and have a
cup of tea.  Of course I went in, but not for the tea.
I was fascinated to find out how a priest lived.  He
welcomed me at the front door, and let me to the
modest kitchen.  He put on a pot of water, and
prepared to serve tea.  We chatted for awhile before
he offered to show me his home.  While he was
showing me around, he asked me if I was a Catholic.  I
told him that I was not.  I didn't belong to any
church.  When we reached his bedroom, I felt him
place his big meaty hand on my butt and squeeze it.  I
hugged him and told him, "I like your big body."

	He told me, "I like you too my son, because of
your long legs."

	I was not shy, about feeling up a grown man.  I
fumbled with his black slacks, until I had his cock out.
His cock was not very big at all.  While I was helping
him out of his pants, Father Arthur finished
unbuttoning his shirt and took it off.  He lay on top of
the bed like a nude royal potentate, while I took off
my own clothes.  He did enjoy watching me lick his
body.  I even sucked his tits.  I do love men with
sensitive nipples.  I always get off sucking on men's
tits.

	Father Arthur didn't fuck me that time, but he
did shoot a big load of cum all over my body, while he
was saying some of the most profane things I had
ever heard coming out of the mouth of any man.
While he was recovering, he cradled me with his arm.
I could smell his sweaty armpit.  I do love the smell
of a sweaty big man.  He was so hairy.  There was
plenty of hair around his nipples.  The forest of dark
hair above his cock was sexy to me.  It smelled like
he had not showered in a week.  (This was very likely,
because European's don't bath all that often.)

	When Father Arthur presented his big butt for
me to fuck him, I could not do so without giving his
hair asshole a tongue bath first.  I do love licking
hairy assholes before fucking them.

	On other visits we finally got around to him
finding out just how tight my ass was.  I loved the
feeling of his big belly pressed against my butt, while
he fucked my ass.  He would pull out and shoot cum all
over my butt, so that he could rub the stuff into my
skin.

	On those visits he would tell me how much he
enjoyed listing to the wicked confessions of his
parishioners.  He told me how he, and some of his
fellow priests, would sit in the confessional booth
jacking-off while listing to confessions.

	The women seamed to deliberately try and
shock him, with their tails about infidelity.  Little did
they know, that the confessions that turned him on,
were the men that were reluctant to tell him about
sex with other men?  These same men were thrilled
to find out he was willing to have sex with them.
Father Arthur prefers "real men", not boys.  He told
me about other priests that like to have fun with
their choir boys, and alter servers.  He did say that it
was harder for them to seduce young boys, because
of all of the bad press.  In the old days people would
not believe a boy when he told stories about playing
with a "holy man."  Now if a boy said something about
a priest touching them, the parents were quick to
press charges for monetary gain.

	His fellow priests would tell him about some of
the young boys that would tell them how much they
enjoyed playing with adult men's cocks.  His fellow
priests would allow the boys to feel their cocks, and
they would allow them to suck their cocks.  The really
bold boys would even allow the priests to fuck them.

	Father Arthur told me about a man that told his
fellow priest about fucking his own son.  Not only did
the priest give him absolution, he told the man he
wanted to fuck his son too.  The boy's father got off
watching the priest lift his priestly robe to reveal
that he was naked underneath, before sticking his
cock in the man's son's ass.

	I can't tell you how much the thought of priests
going out in public with nothing on under their robes
turned me on.  It was disappointing to me, that
Father Arthur was not a Franciscan.

	Another story he told me was about a father
and son that had car trouble on a rural road, close to
a monastery.  They sought refuge in the monastery,
and used their phone to call for help.  The repair shop
told them they could not pick up the car until the
next day.  The abbot invited them to spend the night
and saw to it they got a hot a meal.  The abbot
showed them the monastery, before they were shown
the room they would spend the night.

	The abbot surprised them by asking them if
they had ever indulged in any gay sex.  They were
reluctant to admit any knowledge of gay sex.  When
the father asked, "Why are you asking?"

	The abbot told them, "This monastery is a
cloistered order of monks, we are an embarrassment
to the church, because of our open dedication to the
devotion of the sexual gratification of men, a k a, we
were all gay.

	With that bit of knowledge, the father
admitted to having brought out his son, before he
reached puberty.  The abbot escorted them to the
order's common room, where they were invited to
make themselves comfortable.  All of the monks were
dressed in thick gray wool robes with thick cords
around their waists.  When the abbot gave the word
all of them untied their sashes and pulled the robes
over their heads.

	All of the monks were totally naked, except for
their hand made sandals.  Most of the monks were
chubby men.  Some were as smooth as babies but
most of them were hairy as bears.  The younger
monks were slender.  They were obviously subservient
to the wishes of the older monks.

	When the abbot expressed a desire to bless the
youth by having sex with him, that father agreed as
long as he could watch.  One of the younger monks
approached the father of the youth, and knelt before
him, unfastened his pants so that he could suck his
cock.  The abbot told the boy to suck on his cock until
it was hard.  When the abbot was satisfied that his
cock was hard enough he told the boy to kneel with
his butt in the air.  The abbot use sacred olive oil to
lubricate the boy's asshole before he inserted his
short fat un-cut cock in the boy's asshole.  While the
abbot fucked him, the young monk offered his own
ass to the boy's father.

	The fat monks stood around watching the
action, and if they were not jacking-off their own
cocks, they were pulling on their neighbors cock.
There was not much sleeping that night.  By morning
everyone's cock was well spent, and the assholes were
gapping open, from so many cocks stretching them.  I
never tired of hearing Father Arthur telling me about
the conduct of him and his fellow priests.

	As an adult, I never got over my attraction to
big bear priests.  I was always looking for more
stories about priests.  I found a shop in London that
was called "Zipper", which does not exist anymore.  I
bought a book about the sex life of priests.  It was a
large book; the first part was about the reports of
true scandals within the priesthood in many countries.
The second half related stories about priests; they
were first person stories about priest's having sex.  I
didn't care about priests getting women pregnant and
hiding them out, with their children.  The stories I
wanted to read were about them having sex with each
other and boys.  I read that book whenever I get
horny.

	A pen-pal of mine, from the United States,
asked me to get in touch with an Irish priest, named
Father Patrick.  He was from a small village that was
very concretive.  He did not have access to any gay
material, so he wanted me to send him gay videos.
Father Patrick liked the videos to be about portly and
hairy men, having sex with each other.  Eventually, he
got a holiday and came to Cologne to visit me.

	Father Patrick is a hairy bear, himself.  When
we met I was thrilled to welcome him, as one of my
friends.  He was thrilled to get out of his cassock.
While he visited me he didn't want anyone knowing he
was a priest.  There are many bars, shops and saunas
in Cologne dedicated to the pleasures of gay men.

	We both get off visiting the Swedish saunas.
We never fail to find some fat hairy bears to play
with.  Sometimes we suck their cocks right there in
the sweaty, smelly, steam-room.  It was thrilling to
perform for the patrons in the steam-room.  Patrick
did enjoy being watched while he serviced men.
When he was in town, he was horny 23 hours a day.
Other times we bring them home, so we can fuck
asses in private.

	Patrick bought a lot of DVD videos depicting our
favorite subject; fat hairy bears, sucking, fucking,
kissing and cuddling with each other.  We both enjoy
the fat bellied rubbing against each other and fat
asses being played with.  He discarded the boxes to
hide them in his luggage going back to Ireland.



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