Date: Thu, 8 May 2014 19:48:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aislinge Murphy <aislinge.murphy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up Catholic  Chapter 2

Growing Up Catholic

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Chapter 2

Brian was up bright and early and started dressing for his morning duties
as an altar boy. He saw his mother coming down the steps holding a crying
Patrick on her hip while she cleaned up the dishes from his fathers
breakfast. There was a knock on the door, Brian moved the window curtain
and saw it was Father Arder. Opening the door he invited him in and asked
the priest to follow him into the kitchen. His mother greeted the priest
and told Brian to go upstairs and brush his teeth and change his shirt.

She then asked the priest to have a seat at the kitchen table until Brian
was ready. She then sat down across from the priest, Patrick was really
into his high pitched wail. Brian's mother loosened her top and pulled out
her breast and pointed the nipple at Patrick's hungry lips.

She didn't mince words. "Brian told me everything about his first day as
your altar boy." She had the priests attention.  "And Father I mean
everything, from helping him pee, to your washing of his feet with your
mouth and sucking his cock."

The priest stood as if to flee.

"Sit down Father," Brian's mother said, stopping him in his tracks.  The
priest sat down, his hand shaking on the table top. She reached out and
patted his hand, and continued, "I am not saying that I approve of what
happened yesterday, but I will say that if it was going to happen I am
pleased how it had happened." Not missing a beat she continued, "but I will
make it perfectly clear that if Brian is ever forced to do anything that he
does not want, if he is ever mistreated, I will not only bring the law down
on you but also the wrath of God."

Moving Patrick to her other breast, she looked the priest in the eye, " I
will repeat, I am pleased with how Brian was introduced to the joy of
having a loving man suck his cock, and I see you as a loving man." Patting
his hand again, she said, " treat him as the precious boy he is, do what he
asks, show him the joys he can experience at the hands of a loving man. If
a situation arises where you think you need my permission, call me and ask
for it.. I believe you know what I mean?"

Father Arder nodded his head, "Yes Mrs. Murphy, I will. I promise to
worship Brian in any way I can. I will never force him into anything. Thank
you for your permission, I only pray that I have it to taste his first
cum."

Standing when Brian came running down the stairs, she took the priests hand
in hers, "This will remain between you and I, my husband has no need to
know about this unless you break any of the rules in our discussion,
agreed?"

The priest agreed and thanked her profusely for her understanding and
permission to continue with her son.

"Come on Father, we're going to be late," Brian shouted from the front
door.

When they arrived in the sacristy, Brian grabbed his cassock and headed to
the bathroom to change, before Timmy arrived.

His mother had told him after their conversation the night before, that she
would have a talk with Father. If the talk went to her satisfaction she
would let him leave with Father to serve Mass. If not, she would tell him
to return to his room. Brian smiled, and started to get a little erection,
his mothers conversation had gone well with the priest.

Timmy came bounding into the sacristy, apologized to Father for being late,
grabbed his cassock and ran to change.  When Father Arder heard the door
close, he dropped to his knees and kissed Brian's cock through the cassock,
"you have a wonderful mother, my son," he said raising himself from the
ground before Timmy came running out.

When Mass was over and the boys had changed Father told them he would drive
them both home. Dropping Brian off first, he waved at Mrs. Murphy and drove
off to take Timmy home.

"You were right Timmy," the priest said. Brian does have a beautiful cock.

"Did you play with it Father?" the excitement in Timmy's voice was
noticeable.

The priest looked at him, smiled and nodded his head.

"I told you, I loved playing with it, I just wish I could kiss it," Timmy
coyly pouted.

"I think he will now", the priest said, patting the young boy sitting next
to him on the head.

"What color panties did your mother put on you today, sweet boy?"

"Pink new ones, they have a bow on the front, do you want to see?"

"No, not right now," then, "do you have gym class today?"

"No Father, just outside play," Timmy replied.

"Good, I will have Sister Mary, have you boys come over to the rectory
instead of your last class, wear your panties all day."

"Yes Father."

"I will call your mother and tell her it is my wish, OK?"

"Yes Father."

They pulled into Timmy's driveway, his mother opened the door and stepped
out.

Timmy moved into Fathers lap and wrapped his arms around his neck and gave
Father a deep tongue kiss, just as his mother taught him, and Father
liked. Sliding off Fathers lap, he opened the door and ran to his
mother. Father Arder, waved at his mother, she waved back, and slowly
backed out of the driveway.

At lunch time, Sister Mary approached the boys and told them rather then
going to their last hour of class they were to go to the rectory and see
Father Arder, that she would let their nun know they had to leave.

Timmy was jittery in anticipation, Brian was trying to figure out what he
had done wrong. Finally, the time came. Their teacher came up to them and
told them to take their bags and go to the rectory. Walking across the
school yard Brian asked Timmy if he thought they were in trouble, Timmy was
as nervous as Brian, but for a much different reason.

They rang the doorbell, and it was answered by Miss Sharon, who ran
everything in the rectory. The boys told her they were there to see
Father. She told them she knew, told them to put their bags down at the
door and follow her to Father's office.

Brian couldn't miss her big butt, nor pass up the opportunity to elbow
Timmy, point at it and smile. Timmy nodded his head as Brian spread his
hands wide, and smiled at his friend.

Miss Sharon opened the door and directed the boys in, and announced their
presence to Father.

Father, put down the phone, and told the boys to sit on the leather couch
at the back of his office.

"That was Sister Mary, she wanted to make sure you boys had made it on
time."

Moving from around his desk he turned one of the wooden chairs in front of
his desk around, sat and addressed the two 10 year old boys.

He crossed one leg over the other, folded his hands on his lap and
began. Speaking directly at Brian, he told him it wasn't an accident that
Timmy was sick yesterday. That it was planned. The reason it was planned
was Timmy had confessed to Father that he had played with Brian's
cock. That Timmy stayed home so he could be alone with Brian, and Timmy
knew what was going to happen.

Brian looked over at Timmy, when Father was done. Timmy looked at his
friend, hoping Brian was still his friend.

"Are you mad at Timmy, Brian?"

"No Father." he replied after a moment of thought.

Timmy smiled at his friend.

"Good you shouldn't be, Timmy has something to show you and say to you."
Father looked over at Timmy.

Timmy rose from the couch and stood with his back to the priest, in front
of his friend. He began by loosening his school tie, then unbuttoning his
shirt and removing it. He wondered if Brian would bolt. He didn't. Then he
slipped off his school shoes and socks. Then the moment of truth came. He
reached for the button holding his school pants, unzipped them letting them
fall to the floor.

Brian stared at the tight pink panties Timmy was wearing. He could even see
Timmy's little cock, for the first time, through them. Brian raised his
head and looked into the smiling, scared face of his friend forever. In
fact it was in the 1st grade where Brian punched a boy for picking on his
friend.

"I want to be your girlfriend, Brian," Timmy said in a quite feminine
voice.

"I told mommy I loved you and she brought me to Father. I confessed to
Father in front of my mother that I had been playing with your cock and I
loved you. Mommy told Father that she had been raising me as a girl since I
was 4, and didn't want me to lose my best friend. So they planned what
would happen yesterday." All of this ran out of Timmy's mouth, it seemed,
without him taking a breath.

Later Brian would learn that Timmy's mother had told him to take off his
pants and show the priest his panties. When he had, she told him to get on
his knees and take Fathers cock out and suck like she had trained him to do
with a fake cock. He sucked on Fathers cock for awhile, then the priest
raised him up and sat him on his desk, took off his panties and sucked on
his cock, while his mother watched.

"Well Brian, what do you have to say to Timmy," Father asked.

Brian stood in front of Timmy and asked him if he really wanted to be his
girlfriend. Timmy dropped his eyes to the floor and nodded his head. Brian
started taking off his tie as Timmy raised his head. Timmy stopped him,
took Brian's hand in his and moved them to Brian's side. He then finished
the task started by Brian. Then unbuttoned his shirt and took it off his
shoulders. He then placed his lips on Brian's chest and began kissing his
naked flesh. Brian's hands stayed at his side. Then kneeling in front of
his friend, Timmy undid his belt and zipper and pulled his pants to the
floor, directed Brian to sit back down and pulled his pants off over his
shoes. Then, still kneeling, he pulled Brian's shoes and socks
off. Spreading Brian's legs he moved on his knees between them. He bent his
head and kissed Brian's hard cock through his Y-fronts. Raising his head he
asked if he could take them off. Brian nodded his head and raised his butt
up to help his friend take his underwear off.

Once Timmy had them off, he started kissing and licking his way up Brian's
leg till he reached his tiny sac. He started kissing, and sucking on his
balls. Then looking up at Brian he asked if he could suck his cock. Brian
didn't answer him right away. So much was happening.

"Sir, may I suck your cock," Timmy pleaded.

That brought Brian to his senses, and he told his friend he could. Timmy
moaned and put his lips, mouth over Brian's cock and began suckling like a
hungry baby.

"Oh what a lovely sight Father," Miss Sharon said, walking into the room
with a tray of drinks.

Brian had not heard her come in, and neither had Timmy for he didn't miss a
beat, even after she spoke.

Brian saw Father direct her with his hand to place the tray on his desk,
then she walked and stood over the two boys on the couch, clasping her
pudgy veined hands in front of her tummy.

"Her panties are precious Father, and it seems that she has captured the
heart of her boyfriend."

"So lovely," she continued, dropping her hand to stroke Timmy's head as it
slid up and down Brian's cock.

Patting Timmy's pantie's, she turned and walked out of the room. Closing
the door softly behind her.

Brian shook in orgasm, screaming, calling for Timmy to suck him harder. Not
to take his mouth off. Not to stop. Timmy had no intention of stopping and
kept Brian's cock between his lips till it was completely soft. Then,
raising his head, he coated his cock and balls in kisses, with every breath
thanking Brian.

"Now show Brian how you stroke your clitty," Father Arder spoke for the
first time since Timmy had stood in front of him.

Timmy sat back on his heels and started rubbing his fingers on his little
hard cock through his panties. Closing his eyes he worked his fingers fast,
rubbing the small length of his cock, till he shuttered in orgasm. As he
did, he bent his lips to Brian's feet and started kissing and licking them,
rubbing his cock faster and faster. Timmy came in a high pitched scream,
and dropped his head, resting his cheek on Brian's feet.

Brian was confused. What was a clitty? Was that Timmy's pet name for his
cock.  He wouldn't ask Father, he would wait and ask his mother.

Timmy eventually raised himself from the floor turned and faced
Father. Moving between the priests legs, he wrapped his arms around Fathers
neck and kissed him, like Brian had seen men and women do in the movies.

"Thank you Father," he said, and kissed him again. A much shorter kiss this
time.

Why don't you lovers get dressed, have some lemonade that Miss Sharon
brought in before you head to your bus to go home. That said, Father went
to the door and called Miss Sharon into his office, directing her to make
sure they got dressed, help if they needed it, and make sure they made
their bus.

 Miss Sharon talked to Timmy like he was a little girl as she was helping
him get dressed.

"Here you go deary, put these on and give me your dirty panties to wash,"
she said pulling a clean pair of panties out of Father's desk drawer and
putting the old ones in their place. She took the time to inhale a deep
breath with them pressed to her nose before laying them in and closing the
drawer. Brian was just about dressed when she got done fussing over Timmy.

"How's my big boy Brian? Let me take a look at you", she said brushing some
dust off the front of his pants, pressing her palm against his cock.

Then, kissing his cheek and patting his head, she took both their hands and
walked them out to her office. She sat in her chair, opened her drawer,
took out an envelope and called Timmy to her.

"This is for your mother," she said to Timmy, taking his little cheeks in
her hands and kissing him on his lips.

Timmy and Brian walked out of the rectory door just as the bus was pulling
into the school yard. Pushing the envelope in his pocket, Timmy started
running towards the bus.

Damn, he has a cute ass, Brian thought as he ran behind his new girlfriend.