Date: Sun, 4 May 2014 01:38:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aislinge Murphy <aislinge.murphy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up Catholic Chapter 1

Growing Up Catholic

I am writing this story in the third person, in order to protect the
innocent. I do mean the innocent. I am truly upset with all these men
coming out today saying they were molested by priests or other clergy. In
"Growing Up Catholic," I present what I believe is the true story of clergy
and the matriculation of boys into a new world. I knew of no priest or
clergy that forced or raped a young boy or girl, and I was sexually
familiar with the clergy through college. I know many other boys that were
introduced to sex by a priest or clergy. The ones I have kept in contact
with or Googled are prominent businessmen if not clergy themselves today. I
was never attacked nor forced into any sexual act by a priest. None ever
tried to "make" me gay. In fact if it wasn't for the loving administration
of our parish priest I would have been a father at 16. They were always
there for me when I needed the release a growing boy, teen, man needs.

Bless them and shame on those money grubbing men that attack the church,
priests and clergy today.

Father Arder (not his real name) died over 12 years ago. I traveled across
country for his funeral, patted his hand and thanked him for helping me
become the man I am today.

If you are underage, or it is otherwise illegal for to be reading these
types of stories, you should not be here reading

Chapter 1

September 1, 1958 - Brian had just turned 10 and was finally going to be an
Alter Boy. He was the oldest of a large Irish Catholic family. Living in
the U.S.

Brian was stocky, and a fighter, but then again he had an Irish mother, who
would admonish to always "give them the boot." when he knocked a boy
down. He was not a bully, but wouldn't back down from altercations with
bullies. Yet on this day, his first day as an Altar boy, found him nervous.

His mother had got him up early, it was a 7:00am. Mass. His dad had already
left for work, his brothers and sisters still asleep. His mother told him
that he would have to walk to church, she couldn't leave his brothers and
sisters alone. So off he went.

It was still dark when he arrived at the big ornate doors. Walking back to
the sacristy he noticed that their were only 3 people inside, all old
ladies. Father Arder was sitting in the sacristy reading his
missal. Hearing Brian, he raised his head and welcomed Brian to his first
Mass as an Altar Boy. Then came the bad news, he would be serving Mass
alone. Timmy Birchfield's mother called the priest and said little Timmy
was sick.  Now, Brian was already nervous and this news definitely added to
it. Taking off his jacket Brian reached for his cassock hanging on a peg in
the sacristy. He stopped, damn he had to pee. Turning, he walked to the
small toilet in the back of the sacristy.

Father Arder raised his head from his missal when he heard "Damn" coming
from the bathroom.  Brian was standing in front of the toilet fighting with
his zipper when Father Arder walked up behind him.

"What's the trouble, my boy?" he asked.

"I cant get my zipper down father." Brian answered.

"Here let me see," father Arder said turning him around.

The priest tugged on the zipper but couldn't get it down, he reached in
front of Brian and undid his belt and pulled his pants to the floor,
followed by his underwear.

"Turn around boy, hurry up, mass will be starting in 10 minutes," the
priest said turning Brian towards the open toilet.  Before Brian could take
a hold of his 4" cock, Father Arder took it in his fingers and pointed it
down to the bowl.

"Come on boy, pee for Father," the priest said stroking the small thin cock
in between his fingers.

Brian finally let it go, oddly proud of his hard stream splashing in the
toilet. When he was done the priest turned him around, knelt down and
started to pull up his freshly washed Y-fronts. Noticing a small drip of
pee hanging from young Brian's cock, he bent his head forward licked the
droplet and then kissed the head of his cock before pulling up the Y-fronts
and pants.

"Fasten your belt boy and get your cassock on," Father Arder said, as if
nothing had happened.

Thankfully for Brian, his duties as a first time Altar Boy, was the
priority on his mind, not what had happened before they came out of the
sacristy.

As he walked behind the priest back into the sacristy after mass had ended,
Brian's mind flashed to what had happened before mass. The priest rubbed
his head and told him he had done a fine job for his first time, and asked
him if he still wanted to be an altar boy. Brian told him that he wanted
badly to stay an altar boy, it would make his mother so proud. Brian
started taking off his cassock and the priest stopped him, asking him if
his mother was waiting to drive him home. Brian told him that he had walked
and would be walking home. "I'll give you a ride home boy," the priest
said, then continued, "this will give me time to reward you for such a fine
job serving for me the very first time."

Father Arder told Brian to leave his cassock on, go to the bathroom and
remove his pants, underwear, socks and shoes.

When he returned to the sacristy, the priest had his missal open and moved
Brian to his side. He began reading the passage of Jesus' washing of
feet. He closed the missal, rose from his chair and directed Brian to sit
in the chair. Brian did as he was told, he was obeying a priest, his mother
would be proud. He sat in the chair, his feet just barely touching the
floor. Father Arder knelt in front of him and raised each of his feet and
kissed them, and then sucked all ten of Brian's toes.

Then sliding his hands up Brian's calf's, and thighs, raising the cassock
to Brian's waist he said, "I am your servant, I am the one that serves to
please you in God's eyes."

He said taking Brian's little soft cock in his fingers. Brian looked down
at the priest kneeling at his feet, heard his words, and felt a surge of
power run through his small body.

"May I serve and please you Brian," the priest asked humbly, looking into
Brian's eyes.

Brian simply nodded his head. The priest moaned and raised himself up to
take Brian's cock into his mouth. Removing it only to lick it's length and
his tiny sac still pressed against his 10 year old body.

Brian had stroked his cock before, in fact it was Timmy, who had older
cousins, that told him all about masturbation. But this was different, and
so good. Even better then when he let Timmy stroke his cock till it felt
really good.

He kept his hands on the arms of the chair as the priest's loving mouth
stroked up and down his cock. That feeling was coming... he raised his butt
from the chair pushing his cock deeper, harder and faster into the priests
mouth. Then it happened. He through his head back and groaned in animal
pleasure. After coming down from his dry cum, Brian had to pee. Rather then
telling the priest who was still nursing on his softening cock, he placed
his hands on the back of his head and began to pee into the priests mouth.
Father Arder did not fight the young boy's hands holding his head down, but
grateful, drank young Brian's fresh pee. When Brian was done, Father Arder
raised his head and licked any droplet that appeared on the young
cock. Then kissing the tip, he said, "thank you for allowing me to serve
you, young Brian."

Brain pushed his thumb in the old priest's mouth, then taking it out, he
made the sign of the cross on the priests forehead, just as his mother did
to him before he left the house. The priest helped Brian put his clothes
and socks and shoes on. then directed Brian to his car to drive him
home. When they pulled in front of his little house the priest patted
Brian's leg and said that he hoped he would continue serving early morning
mass for him. Brian put patted the hand on his thigh and said he would walk
to church every morning to be his altar boy.  As Brian walked up the steps
to his house, he heard the car door behind him open and close as he reached
his door, his mother opened it and the old priest was standing behind him.

He told his mother that she should be proud of her son, he did a fine job,
for his first time serving mass.  He went on to say that he asked Brian to
serve mass every morning for him for the next month and Brian had
agreed. Finally he said that he was concerned about Brian walking 6 blocks
to the church in the dark every morning and would pick him up if she or her
husband could not make the trip. Brian's mother patted Brian's head, pulled
him to her side, and thanked the priest for his kind words and the offer to
pick Brian up before Mass.

Once inside the house, his mother took the youngest back to her breast, and
told Brian to get ready for school. She saw the look on his face, released
her other breast, and told him to come over as she held her nipple to him,
telling him to be quick about it, for he was not going to be late for
school. She stroked his cheek as he suckled and told him that she was
excited to hear about his first day as an altar boy, but it would have to
wait till he came home from school.

Brian's day at school was uneventful. Timmy was there. He told him Father
said he was sick when he didn't show up to be his co-altar-boy, for morning
Mass. Timmy told him that he didn't want to get up early so he told his
mother he didn't feel good. They both thought it was funny, putting
something over on your parents was always a joy to young boys.

Father Arder did stop by in the cafeteria with Sister Mary, who was the
principle, at lunch time. He told Sister how wonderful Brian had been at
his first Mass, and was glad to see Timmy had "healed" so fast from being
too sick to show up. Sister Mary tousled Brian's hair with her thin bony
hand. She was much taller then Father, and so skinny Brian used to joke if
she stood sideways she would be invisible if it wasn't for her big
nose. Timmy would say she looked like the wicked witch from "The Wizard of
Oz" movie.

The rest of the day went petty fast. Both boys jumped on the school bus to
go home. They got off at the same stop, in front of Timmy's house, Brian
had to walk a block to his. Brian waved at Timmy's mom who was standing on
their porch, and made his way home.

He said Hi to his mom and made his way upstairs to change clothes. He only
had one pair of good school clothes and shoes, so they had to be
changed. Throwing on a pair of gym shorts his hi top Chuck Taylor's and a
t- shirt he headed out the door to play with his brothers and sisters in
their back yard. His dad wouldn't be home for at least an hour from work.

"Where are you going young man," his mother said, as he tried to get out
the back door.

Brian told his mother he was going out to play and would do his homework
later. His mom reminded him that they agreed to talk about his first day as
an altar boy and she was excited to hear all the details.

Brian had forgotten all about their conversation that morning. Well, he was
nursing while his 6 month old baby brother was on his mothers other
breast. How could he remember what she said. His mom had let him nurse as
long as she had milk, that was his reward for being the eldest and most
helpful. But she had already told him that there would be no more brothers
or sisters, and when Patrick was weaned, no more milk for Brian. He walked
into the kitchen and sat at the table. His mother sat down next to him and
placed a glass of milk in front of him.

"Drink your milk up and tell me all about your first Mass," she said
patting his bare thigh.

Brian had never lied to his mother and would not now. He told his mother
everything that happened from his failed zipper to blessing Father's
forehead as she did with him. His mother listened intensely not
interrupting, not changing the expression on her face. When she was done
she asked him how he felt about everything that happened. Brian told her he
felt great, that it didn't bother him. He was more bothered when his mother
caught him masturbating one day, but she told him it was ok and to do it in
private. That all boys do it, and no, she wouldn't tell his father.

She asked him if he felt threatened by the priest. He told her no way, that
he felt like he was the boss. And anyway, Father said he was serving him
for doing such a good job for God, at Mass. Brian's mom kissed his forehead
and told him to go out and play and not to tell anyone what he had told
her, not even his father.

He asked her if she was mad at him. She told him that she wasn't, that in
fact she was proud of him. He then asked her if she was mad at Father
Arder, she patted his cheek and told Brian that she wasn't, but would have
a talk with him about some rules. Brian wondered what she meant by that
until he reached the back door and joined his brothers and sisters playing.



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