Date: Wed, 8 Mar 2006 16:28:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Abbey 4

This is an adult gay story for adult gay men. I this offends you, DON'T
read it. This is a fantasy, not a sex manual. Play safely.


Edgar was a good addition to our band of Merry men.  A week after his visit
to the Abbey he moved in. He was willing to help with any task, but was
really helpful in the kitchen.  As more men joined the Abbey, there was
more cooking then Franz could reasonably do. Edgar was happy to do what he
was told as long as his boss wasn't nasty or rude.  Franz didn't have a
nasty or rude bone in his body, so the two men worked well together.

A week later, I was in the pool area with Edgar and Ron. Edgar was lying on
a bench beside the pool and Ron was slow fucking him.  Edgar tended to get
talkative when he was being serviced.  Ron could easily fuck for an hour.

When Ron's horse cock first entered Edgar's diminutive body you almost
expected to see the cock emerge from Edgar's mouth.  Edgar was alike a
small rabbit on a spit. Edgar would moan and shiver when Ron first entered,
but after ten of fifteen minutes, he calmed down and both men relaxed.

Edgar seemed so innocuous I was puzzled how he got into prison. I asked
Edgar how he ended up in jail.

"I guess you could say my folks weren't real nice," Edgar explained. "I was
the runt of the litter as far as they were concerned and when they found
out I was gay, they kicked me out."

"I'm sorry," I said. "That must have been rough."

"Well, it was rough, but I made it worse," Edgar admitted. "I had the worse
case of cutting off your nose to spite your face ever.  I fell in with a
rough crowd.  I thought they were my friends, but when the chips were down
they left me hanging out to dry. They robbed a 7-11 and I got caught."

"Edgar drove the get away car," Ron explained.

"My friends didn't tell me the car was stolen," Edgar said. "They got me
for robbing the 7-11 and for stealing the car."

"Bad luck," I muttered.

"I thought it was bad luck at the time," Edgar replied. "Being stupid and
committing a crime is not just bad luck.  Prison was hell until Rod showed
up. I wouldn't recommend being a short, small fag in a place filled with
big, horny convicts. I didn't mind getting fucked, but I sure didn't like
getting raped."

"Ron came to your rescue?" I asked.

"Ron's a big man," Edgar said. "He doesn't like guys bullying a pipsqueak
like me.  He was the biggest guy in our cell block and he had the most
meat. He scared away the bullies and kept me safe.  I guess you could say I
let him fuck me as a way to thank him."

"I watched you two and it hard to believe it fits," I said.

"I was a bit surprised myself," Edgar said. "I like sex."  He looked at me
and smiled.  "I guess you noticed that. Well Ron was worried he'd rip me in
half. I had to talk him into it. Damn if I didn't like it."

"There's a lot to like," Branford said.  He had entered the room and joined
us in the pool.

"Almost too much to like," Edgar said. "Ron's cock head was so big, I
couldn't get it in my mouth with out scratching it with my teeth.  It a
real tight fit to get it in my ass but it was good."

"How long did it take to get use to it?" Branford asked. Branford was much
more direct than I when it comes to sex.

"I can't say it was easy, but the first time his cock head touched my
asshole, I knew it was going to be good," Edgar replied. "It was as if an
electric shock ran through my body. It was pure sex."

"Are you sure it was pure?" Branford asked.  He was smiling.

"I sure am sure," Edgar replied a little bit annoyed. "When you're in jail
you got nothing. Nothing at all. No clothes, no possessions, no freedom and
nothing you can do for anyone else. The only thing you can give is the use
of your body.  It's different when the guys used me. Stealing something
isn't the same as giving it. I figured I could let Ron use my ass for his
pleasure. That would pay him back for some of when he did for me."

"The joke was on Edgar," Ron said as he continued to make deep strokes into
Edgar's ass. "He liked my cock as much as I liked his ass."  Ron stopped
thrusting.  I could see his body twitching and I knew he was climaxing in
Edgar's ass.

"Truthfully Edgar, I never thought of sex that way," Branford said. Ron
slowly pulled out of Edgar's ass.  For a few seconds I saw the ass gaping
open.  Cum dribbled from the hole as the sphincter closed. Branford watched
and went over to Edgar, then eased his cock into the now empty ass.

Edgar didn't mind.  They chatted as Branford pumped. They were friends,
enjoying each others company. Maybe ten minutes later, Buster joined us.
He took Branford's place in Edgar's ass. It was a pleasant night for all of
us.

The next day, life at the Abbey got more complicated. Father Rex Woolard
joined us.  Father Rex was a well-known priest who had served several large
parishes.  He had been a good and faithful parish priest.  I had always
known he was gay, but had no idea if he ever acted on his instincts. I
remembered having a long conversation with him about the role of chastity
in the priesthood several years before.  He was deeply and, I might say,
almost desperately committed to the concept.

Father Rex was accused of molesting a 16-year-old boy. The story hit the
papers and ruined his life. The boy later admitted the story was a complete
fabrication.  His parents were getting divorced and his mother admired
Father Rex.  The kid wanted to get back at her.  The damage was done.

Rex made it through the scandal, but when it was over he had a mental
breakdown. It was a very quiet breakdown.  It took the form of withdrawal
and extreme indecisiveness.  Rex couldn't make a decision. Decisions such
as waking up, or whether he should have a cup of coffee in the morning were
well beyond him.

He went to a clinic for a month and then the Bishop sent him to us.  This
was way beyond my capabilities. Father Rex had serious mental problems.  I
didn't know how to deal with him. The Church is not a democracy, and the
Bishop wasn't worried about re election. He thought we would be good for
him.  What the Bishop wants, the Bishop gets.

Father Rex had always been quiet.  When he arrived, he was silent and not
animated at all.  Rex was still a handsome man, but he seemed shrunken.  He
said he was tired, so I took him to his room. He got on the bed and was
asleep in seconds.

An old friend of mine, Father Gus O'Malley brought Rex to the Abbey. "He'll
try to sleep 24 hours a day," Father Gus told me. "You need to get him up
and functioning.  He's trying to give up. The Bishop thinks he will do
better in a more church like setting than the hospital."

"I'm afraid his problems may be greater than we can deal with
professionally," I said.

"Some help is on the way," Gus explained, "Dr. Cohen will be visiting him
regularly."

"The shrink?"

"Yes, the shrink. Cohen's a good man. He's the Bishop's psychiatric
adviser," Gus said.

"I thought the Bishop was a pray for help man," I said.

Gus smiled.  "Prayer is not a substitute for action. The Bishop is
Catholic, not Christian Scientist," Gus left.  The next morning Dr. Cohen
called.  He made an appointment to see Father Rex at 3:00 and asked to see
me at 4:00.

Father Rex may have wanted to stay in his room all day but Ivan and Franz
would have none of it. Ivan was a natural leader of men.  He got Rex out of
bed and got him to help in the garden. Franz made it clear if he was going
to cook food, Rex was going to damn well eat it. Rex didn't talk much, but
he did as he was directed.

Dr. Cohen showed up on time and spent an hour with Rex and then came to see
me. Cohen was short, a bit portly and had a bushy beard. He was immediately
engaging and to the point.  "Brother Jules, this is an experiment on my
part. Father Woolard wasn't making any improvement in the sanatarium at
all.  The Bishop thought the clinical environment was so foreign to his
life, the sanitarium was contributing to his withdrawal," he explained.
"We need to get into something like the religious environment he was use
to."

"I guess that makes some sense," I said. "I just worried I might do
something wrong. His metal problems seem too serious for amateurs."

"I'll give you my office and home numbers if there's a problem," the Doctor
said. "You can relax though.  He doesn't seem to have any self destructive
urges.  Father Woolard is not a man of action."

"The scandal would have been an ordeal to anyone," I said.

"Doubly so for Father Rex. I don't think he ever contemplated having sex
with a boy. He was blind sided," Dr. Cohen said. "For most people, having
the boy confess to the falsehood would clear the air.  Father Woolard feels
guilty about something and can't get rid of the feelings.  He began to
dwell on it and can't shake the guilt."

"He's guilty about being gay?" I asked.

"That's my guess," Dr. Cohen said. "I see we can be frank.  The Bishop said
you were realistic. You can call me Joe, by the way. Father Woolard's
problems are peculiar.  He feels guilt about thoughts and urges he has
experienced, but never acted on. He's a middle-aged man, but he has the
sexual experience of a sixteen-year-old."

"Rex went to the seminary at sixteen, didn't he?" I asked.  Joe nodded.

"He had the guilt without the fun," Joe said, smiling. "He is not a worldly
man. His view of life was Pollyanna like.  When reality reared its ugly
head, his world collapsed and he's lost.  I think he hopes if he sleeps
enough he will wake up and it will turn out to be a bad dream."

"My hope is Father Woolard will decide to live in the real world, rather
than retreat to a fantasy world," Joe said. "He thinks homosexuality is a
mortal sin, and if he admits it, he will go to hell. That's for just being
gay, not for acting on the urges.  As a Jewish psychiatrist I can say there
are times when the Church has a lot of sins to answer for."

"How did the bishop find you?"  I asked in mock horror.

Joe smiled. "The bishop says Jews are Proto-Catholics. He doesn't let faith
get in the way of competence."  It was getting late, so I asked Joe to stay
for dinner. He agreed to stay, so we went to the dining room. I had a brief
moment of fear when I thought we might be having ham for dinner, but when I
walked into the room I could smell the roasting chicken.

Father Rex, Ivan and Branford were at the table with us and the
conversation was animated and pleasant. Joe could draw conversation out of
Rex. I saw Ivan watching the two men. He began using the same
techniques. Joe had a way of including Rex in his conversation without
being overt. Ivan was a fast learner.  I also noticed Joe was giving Ivan
the once over. We talked some after dinner, then Rex went to bed.

Joe apparently had much better gaydar than I. As soon as Rex was gone, he
went over to Ivan and they talked. I went off and talked with some of the
other men and went out to look at the garden before it got dark. After that
I went to my room and read a book.

After an hour, I went to take a shower.  The room was empty, but I saw some
clothes in the dressing room.  I stripped, showered and went into the steam
room. The steam was very thick and while I could see there were two men in
the room, but I couldn't tell who was in there.

"Who is it?" a deep voice asked.  It was Ivan.

"It's me, Brother Julian."

"Os shit," another voice muttered.  It took me a second or two, but I
realized it was Joe.

Ivan laughed. "Don't worry. Brother Ivan is with the program."  I went over
to the other side of the steam room and sat next to them. Both men were
hard.

I glanced at Joe's cock.  "I see you're cut," I said. He had a short,
stumpy cock with a huge mushroom head. It was big, boated, deep purple and
almost bisected by his slit.

"Is everyone here uncut?" Joe asked.

"It's a mixture," Ivan said. "Do you a problem with uncut meat?"

Joe reached over and stoked my cock, peeling the foreskin back and exposing
my head. "I don't have any experience with uncut men, but I kind of doubt
I'll have a problem."  He looked at my cock for a second or two.  "In spite
of the jokes, I'm one Jew who likes to suck."

"Do you swallow?" Ivan asked.  Joe didn't answer.  He was already sucking
my cock.  Joe may not have sucked and uncut cock before, but his tongue
investigated every nook and cranny of my cock.  He was uncomfortable at
first, but as he relaxed we both enjoyed it.

Joe shifted from my cock to Ivan's.  Joe had his ass in the air and his
hole was wide open.  I wasn't sure if it was an invitation or inadvertent.
I reached over and touched it. Joe moaned. Joe had a hairy ass with swirls
of hair on his buns. Between the swirls was his pink hole. The hole was in
the middle of a pucker of muscle.  A rosebud peaked out of the pucker.  I
circled my finger on the pucker.  Joe twitched and shivered.  I continued
circling my finger and slowly worked it into his ass pushing the rose bud
into him.

He had a very tight sphincter, but once I penetrated it, he relaxed and my
finger went deep easily.  His prostate was a finger's length inside.  It
was plump and as I pressed it, Joe moaned again. He liked the finger, but I
knew he wanted more. I tend to like the bottom, but I wanted to plug
Joe. My cock was drooling pre cum, so I got behind him and eased it into
his ass.

At first I just nuzzled my cock head at his hole. I pushed gently.  He
didn't fight me, but he was tight.  I bounced a few times pushing harder. I
pulled back.

"Don't stop!" Joe cried and then went back to sucking Ivan. Joe began to
push open his hole. The rosebud popped out and bloomed.  He really wanted
it. I spread some pre cum on his rosebud and pushed again.  This time Joe
opened his ass and he all but swallowed my cock.