Date: Fri, 29 Jan 2016 04:07:13 +0000
From: PriestlyFather <dimucibale@yhg.biz>
Subject: GAY - Father Henry

	Each and every time we hear the story about priests, clerics, we
immediately think of those controversial, abusive and manipulating persons
taking advantage of young boys. Paedophilia among these men in cloth is
undeniably exists, but truly, being part of the church myself, I saw this
is not as big as the media portray. I don't say I approve of this
disgusting act, no. But merely there is another side of us that the masses
don't know about. I am Father Geoffrey. I am 25. Ordained 4 years ago by my
local archbishop. I doubt that I am attractive myself, but it seems that
most people in the church – and outside of her – take notice of me
being attractive. I didn't notice this before. Not until that night with
Father Henry.

	Father Henry, the Archbishop in my diocese. He is 63, full set of
grey hair, rotundly handsome, notoriously, closeted gay. Before you think
wrongly of him, no, he's not a toddler-cuddler. He's a normal human being
just like many of us. He is 5'10" with a good set plumpness and beer belly,
every seminarian would quivered with heating, stiffening passion whenever
he is seen in his cassock or service vestments. Lots of us heard many
things about him and how passionate of him on teaching young seminarians,
and I am proud of myself when he took me as his protιgι in my final
year.  He taught me a lot and he taught me well. Despite his authoritative,
outward appearance, he is actually a submissive, obedient bottom if anyone
could dominate him well.

	It is all started with both of us meeting by chance in a toilet
during a symposium in Vatican. I was in Rome with another ten other
seminarians – picked by our bishop to be a spectator on interfaith
dialogue in 2012. Being it as a chance, I was in the toilet as I really
needed a pee and oddly, having trouble with fly as it was jammed after
peeing. At that moment, Father Henry entered. Seeing me in distressed, he
offered his help. This came as a surprise for me – by struck my
excitement. Father Henry, with his distinguished look behind his glasses –
as I said earlier – would quiver every seminarian, no, every MAN who
sees him! My untouched, virgin, 6" manhood started to stiffen as he knelt
as take a look of my fly. I tried to hide my embarrassment as the cock grew
larger when suddenly he speaks.

	"There is no need to be worried, my son. It's all good now," as he
pulled my fly to the top easily. I thanked him afterwards and he went to
the urinal. As I washed my hands, he told me to stay for a moment as he has
something important to say to me – as soon as he finished peeing. I
looked at him in peculiarity. "My son," he said, "- I need you to help me
in my room. It's 32, east wing of the apartment," I obliged as I knew what
is happening, and what will happen. He teased me by showing his meatful of
endowment as he grubbled his ass. A normal indication that someone needs
`something'.

	My heart was full of excitement. So immense that I wetted myself
with precum as I was near at his apartment door. I knocked, he opened the
door, asked me in, and closed and locked it. I didn't see him as he's
behind the door and instead I am looking at a spacious room with a view of
St. Peter's Square. Suddenly, I felt my priestly cassock was pulled gently
from behind and I felt a warm, cuddly embrace from my behind. I cuddled the
hands that hugged me and said, "My dear Father, I –" He turned me
towards him and there he was in his delightful passion in that clerical
frock – black and claret with the zucchetto. Much different man when I
saw earlier.

	"I know what you think, my son. You might think I am a nasty,
disgusting old man," he said in somberness.

	"Not at all, Father. I am honoured. Whatever this is."

	"I know you are, son. You have the same desire as I do, and we both
are the same. The very first time I see you when you entered the seminary,
I fell in love for you. But you were young, too young, and I had
excruciated myself to hold this desire until you are now. Manly and
masculine, no more a boy the first time I see. My son, may I embrace you
with my all true love?" he monologued.

	I was flabbergasted and asking myself what is happening right
now. The most attractive man in my parish had just confessed his love to
me. Coincidentally, he is not the only one with the mutual feelings. I fell
in love with him too, ever since I was 15, the very first time I see Father
Henry. I stood up and confessed to my love to him too. In that moment, we
embraced and hugged.

	I put my lips on his cheeks as he sighed with tears – of
happiness I am certain. Unrecklessly, he planted his plump lips to mine as
slowly it goes, we kissed. Passionately, deeply. Our hands fondling our
bodies together and keeping our togetherness. His wonderful belly, his most
prized asset to me against my body tighter and closer. Two priests making
love in their respective cassock, my fantasy has come true after all these
years.

	We kissed unselfishly and I had my hands on his chest and playing
with his lovely, worthy nipples from the outside. "Ooooh, my dear son!" he
moaned. Now I see how sensitive his nipples are and I think it might be
sensual if I give him a good sucking. So I removed his cassock one by
one. Slowly so I could see the majestic physique of my long-yearning
lover. I removed it all but his sleeveless white shirt and classic white
briefs. "Aaah darling, what a magnificent sight!" I said.

	Then removed mine, from my dog collar to my socks. Left my body
bare only with my red tight, silky boxer-brief. Both of us were looking
each other in love and passion as we both stared other's thickening manhood
behind the closure. He took my arm, and led me to his
bedroom. Surprisingly, Vatican supply a queen-sized bed for an apartment
with this. Surely they know what the higher commands need every time they
are visiting! In this case, it's the young priest himself.

	He took me to his bed and together, we lie on it. Hands were
fondling and lips were locking tightly as two lovers making their way to
fulfil their long-awaited needs. I removed his singlet and he removed my
underwear. I kept his underpants intact as I wanted to enhance this passion
more. Unsurprisingly for this clean-shaven archbishop, my lover, he's
smooth all over especially with his chest. His pubic hair is brown, clearly
he used to have a beautiful then-brown hair. His cock was not entirely big,
5.5" but his set of balls were immense and it's the matter of time to be
gobbled by wet and hot mouth.

	I kissed him deeply and played with my tongue as he obliged. I went
on to lick all over his face and to both of his ears, and that made him
moan even louder. I licked all the way down to his neck and found his weak
spot of which I exploited and making him moan even longer. I continued my
lickings down to his chest and around his right, then left nipples. I could
feel his quivering, unsettling movement which meant only one thing: He's
extremely aroused now. "MMMMMMMMMMMM..." is only what I hear from his
mouth.

	I continued the nipple play more and more and this time I sucked
his left nipples while playing right nipples with my fingers. Flicking and
twisting it, sometimes pinching it to tease his moaning again – as it
went louder and louder. We were not to worry about any noise coming out as
Father Henry's room was rather secluded from the pathway and it was at the
end of the building.

	With both of my hands pinching his nipples, I went my way down,
licking and wetting his wondrous belly and down again to his magnificent
manhood. Its thick and wet head indicated that it is ready to be
played. "Oh my son, please..."

	Without hesitance, I opened up my mouth to receive the thickness of
the holy rod inside my mouth. I moved my head up and down as the usual
sucking went on in rhythm. I sucked and sucked and each time I pushed my
head down deep to feel the stiff cock inside my throat. I gagged, but I
loved every moment of it. I pushed it as far and as deep as I could. I felt
Father Henry is moving his hips as if he is fucking my mouth. I played with
his sack and squeezed his to make him feel hurt a bit – every time I did
this, he would reacted by pushing his cock deeper and deeper in my mouth.

	Then I probed his perineum and tickled it there before teasing his
ass hole and pushing it gently with my index finger. "AH!" he responded. I
was not certain if he was hurt or pleasured by the gesture, by the more I
did it, the more he moaned. "My son, my lovely son, please. Your Father
needs it so much!" I understand what he meant and it's about time too.

	It's clearly that Father Henry is submissive because he didn't want
anything but a cock in his ass. Not just any cock, MY COCK. "I have waited
a long time for this moment, my son, now please satisfy your pleasure to
your wiling Father!"

	I lubricated his ass as I lubricated my cock and on his back, I
pushed my thick boyish cock deep inside him gently and slowly. It was tight
at first, but as I penetrate it gradually, it was going deeper and deeper
and I felt Father Henry's ass was sucking in my cock voluntarily. A long
moan complemented the air of the room, "Mmmmmmmmmm
aaaaaaaaaaah... sonnnnnn. My sonnnnnn Geoffreyyyyy..."

	His long and hard moan was enough to move my hips inside and out
his ass quickly as he stimulated me to fuck and satisfy him. I put his legs
on my shoulder just like missionary position, a classic and priestly sex
position, to push my cock deeper until I felt my balls sucking in to it
too. I could feel Father Henry's prostate and this seemed to arouse him
more intensely.

	"Ohhhhhh yes Father, your son here is fucking you good. " I said as
the noise of fucking grew louder as my skin touched his.

	"Yes, yes, yessssss fuck me good, my son. I longgggg for thisssss,"

	As my hips moving and fucking him, I used my hands to stimulate his
nipples as I am fucking him harder and harder. I know this technique will
make him cum involuntarily because of the sensations between prostate and
nipple sensory are complementing each other. And as I thought, I could feel
his body moving unsettlingly.

	"I am cumming, son, I am cumming, fuck me deeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!"

	I pushed my cock deeper, rougher as he tightened his ass, sucking
my cock deep inside him, I could feel his prostate at the tip of my cock
head. And then...

	"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SSSSSSSSSSS
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!"

	Gushes of thick, warm and white cum coming out from his cock and
squirted upwards to my chest and some to his chest as well. I kept fucking
him as deeper as I could and played with his nipples as rough as I could to
know that he was cumming for the second time round.

	"Cumming again sonnnnnnnnnn! You are a good boy! Good boy!!!!"

	"Yes Father, I am your good boy, fucking you hard. Mmmmmmmm!"

	He came again, though as not as much as the first time. This made
me highly aroused as well as my dear Father Henry's tight ass sucking my
cock each time I fucked. I felt something coming out from my cock that
planted deep inside him.

	"Father Henry, Father! I am cumming soon!"

	"Yes! Yes! YES SON! CUM! CUMMMMM!"

	"CUMMINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

	And I pushed my cock to the deepest cavern of Father Henry's ass
and squirted my holy cum inside him for at least 10 times.

	I kept my cock planted in him after cumming and he said to me, "My
son, now I bless your seed inside me and stay it will inside there for
quite a time. But bear in mind, son, I may need it again soon."

	"Yes Father, please do, anytime and anywhere, I will be there for
you as quickly as I can," I obliged.

	"My son Geoffrey?" he asked.

	"Yes, Father?" I answered, rather puzzled by his tone of query.

	"Will you be my husband?" he asked. I was taken aback by this as
this is not what I expected in my mind. But without thinking, I said,
"Truly, YES, Father!"

	And since that day, we were never apart. He even elevated my status
to an ordained priest and his assistant in his diocese so we can always be
together, anytime, anywhere. He told me that the next time we will be in
Vatican, the Pope would love to meet us together. Father Henry, my husband
is a good friend of the current Pope and I believe the meeting is more than
a `meeting'. But for now, we embrace ourselves every day or night or both
whenever we can.

THE END