Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2005 22:18:18 -0000
From: Trefor Heywood <cleftref@btinternet.com>
Subject: The Novice Part Five

The first Brother is the queue moved forward and stood in front of Paul.

"Brother Augustine," the Abbot stated in introduction.

So this was the Bellringer, the one he had been told about, the man who had
been discovered fucking his priest lover upon the altar in a church.

But this was no sad countenance that met Paul's gaze; it was one of quiet
joy.  Paul quickly had his hands upon the waistband of the garment,
enabling it to drop to the floor like all the others.  The cock revealed
was only average, but uncut and had a lovely veiny pattern on the foreskin.
The cock was hard and seemed eager to join in rapportation with Paul's
cock.  Their bodies pressed together and their lips and tongues briefly
met.

As they parted Paul suddenly remembered something -- the Sign of the Phallic
Cross!  Why had the Welcomers not done this?  He concluded that it was
perhaps because he had not initiated it first and they had not wished to
draw attention to the fact.  Well he would make sure that he would make up
for that by sharing the sign with the rest of the Brethren.

And after this had been done there came the one whom the Abbot introduced
as Brother Simon.  The Head Cook of the Abbey, the man responsible for what
he had so far eaten, the man who held the secret of the mayonnaise in the
sandwiches he had eaten.

Paul found his mind starting to become a blur as Brother followed Brother,
repeating the ritual with each.  He tried to take in each name, each face
and each cock as they were presented to him but decided that it would not
me important that he did.  There were just too many to take in at once but
he hoped that he was at least conveying the greetings personally to each
one and he was sure that each one was conveying them personally to him.
They only had to take in one extra name, face, cock, and therefore it was
much easier for them but he knew that they would have been through this
themselves when they had been Welcomed into the Abbey.  It had not perhaps
been so difficult to remember everything about everyone when there had only
been twenty and the further down the line, the more people would have
greeted them as they entered into their Novitiate.

Paul felt himself getting into a rhythm.  He calculated that each greeting
was taking approximately one minute or slightly less but of course he could
not be sure.  He could see the line of brothers gradually shortening.  The
brothers appeared to come from all races and nations, tall and short,
skinny, muscular and well built, the range of cocks large small and
average, both cut and uncut, most of them in erection, some of them only
semi-hard.  It was going to take some time to get to know them all as
individuals and to have full sexual erotic sharing with them as such.

Whilst this was all going on music was softly being played on the organ,
Paul was sure that the organist had been one of the first brothers to greet
him as there had only been a short lull in the music.  Although he was not
really listening, concentrated as he was upon the matters of all this naked
male flesh, he had recognised certain of the pieces -- Ave Verum Corpus by
Mozart, Jesu Joy of Man's desiring by Bach, the Toccata from Widor's Fifth
Organ Symphony and Panis Angelicus by Cesar Franck.  Paul had no doubt what
they had renamed that to!

And then, no doubt specially in his honour, he heard Welsh airs being
played.  Calon Lan, Ar Hyd y Nos, Gwahoddiad, Cwm Rhondda.  In other
circumstances he would no doubt have burst out into song but he found
himself mentally singing them as kissed, pressed his cock against theirs,
and performed the sign of the phallic cross.

Calon Lan, yn llawn diorny, Tecac Duw na lili lloes Dim ond calon lan all
gannu Canur dydd a chanur nos.

It reminded him of his first gay sexual experience.  How old had he been?
Yes he was sixteen years of age again.

He and his best friend had been sharing a tent at the Urdd Eisteddfod where
they had been singing in a duet competition representing their school.
They were feeling elated at having won second prize and were still giggling
their delight, first would have been better of course.

They had pitched their tent in a remote corner of the camping field to
escape the noise and rowdyism of their contempories and also to get away
from the noisy girls from their school who always wanted to talk about
things that did not interest them.  It has also given them more chance to
rehearse and practice before the competition.

Now here they were afterwards laughing together in the late evening and
sitting in the tent.  It was quite light because it was summer and the day
had been very hot.  Neither of them were ready for sleep and Alun, his
friend, had suddenly produced a bottle of cider from his knapsack and they
had begun drinking it, sharing it between them between swigs.  Paul had
felt very relaxed and it appeared that his friend, Alun, was also.

"Boy I'm hot," Alun had said in Welsh.

"Yes I am too," Paul had admitted, also in Welsh.

"I think I will get some of these clothes off and try to cool down."


Alun had undone his shirt and pulled it off, then he had lifted the vest
underneath it off over his head and thrown it in one corner of the tent.

The cider was taking its effect and Paul started looking at Alun's chest,
the smoothness of it, the flatness of his belly, the pink large nipples.
It was nothing he had not seen before in gym class or at the swimming pool
but then he had been in the company of others and had been more intent upon
the sport.  He knew he liked to glance at the bodies of other boys much
more than other girls but he had never understood the reason for it or seen
it as anything but a mild curiosity, just as he liked to see what other
boys had between their legs in comparison to what he had, noting, as time
went on, how they gradually got bigger and how much pubic hair they were
growing.

He masturbated furtively at home of course and he and some other boys had
talked about "wanking" and what fun it was and boasting about how much of
the "white stuff" they could emit and how far they could shoot it but no
practical demonstrations had been forthcoming.  Some boys talked about
girls and the effect that thinking about them had on their erections, the
usual schoolboy boasts about how Gladys or Medi fancied them and how they
would like to see them with their knickers down.  Paul had invented stories
to go along with them but he did not need girls to stimulate his
masturbatory sessions, at that stage he needed nothing more than to stroke
and fondle his cock for it to rise and demand satisfaction, he dwelt and
revelled in the activity for its own sake.  As time had gone on, however,
he started to think about seeing his fellow schoolboys naked, and of their
cocks, imagining seeing them hard and what the difference would look like.

Yet now Alun's body looked more special than it ever had before.  His frame
had filled out in the past few months and Paul knew he had taken additional
gym activities, fitting them into his other studies as he prepared for the
upcoming examinations known as "O" levels are "GCSEs".  Alun had noticed
Paul's eyes studying him but had said nothing.

"That's better, you should cool down too Paul," Alun suggested in a flat
voice.

"Yes I should!" Paul had agreed and had soon also stripped to his waist,
feeling the cooler air upon his skin as he had another swig of cider.

"You should do some more gym work Paul," Alun stated as he surveyed Paul's
naked chest and stomach, "but it doesn't look too bad," with a grin as he
took the cider from Paul and raised it to his lips.

"You need a bit more definition in your stomach, fifty sit ups twice a day
would help that."

"Thanks I will bear that in mind Alun."

Alun reached his hand forward, grabbed Paul's hand and guided it to his
stomach.

"Feel that and see what you can achieve!"

Paul's fingertips felt the smooth skin and the muscles that lay beneath.
He allowed himself to move them around for a few moments before withdrawing
his hand self-consciously.

"Yes, very good." he murmured.

"Now I will use my fingers to see if they confirm what my eyes tell me."

Alun reached his hand out and began feeling his way around Paul's chest and
stomach.  His fingers lightly brushed against Paul's right nipple and Paul
had felt a momentary electric thrill as he did so -- it had felt good!  He
took another couple of swigs as Alun's hand carried downward, pressing into
his stomach muscles lightly.  He took his time, as if intently studying and
did not withdraw his hand until he reached the waistband of Paul's shorts.

"Yes, a few sit ups and you will be like me," Alun concluded smiling and
grabbing the cider back from Paul.

"Yes I would like to be more like you in that respect," Paul had admitted.

"Maybe like me in other respects too..."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, how do I put it, do you like girls?"

"Yes of course," Paul responded quickly, aware that his face had probably
flushed red.  Why would Alun ask such a question?

"Do you toss yourself off thinking of girls?"

"Of course," Paul responded again quickly but he knew he had not sounded
very convincing, the cider and the fact that the questions had been sudden
and that there were only the two of them, meaning that his usual guard had
slipped.

"Do you?" was the best he could think of.

"I'd be lying if I said I did."

"What do you mean Alun?"

"Paul, I have been observing you and you don't chase the girls the way some
of the other boys do.  If you had been observing me you would have seen
that I don't either."

"But you are Chapel Alun, you are not supposed to."

"Oh it's not Chapel teachings alone, I assure you.  Chapel also says we
should not be "abusing ourselves" that it's "an abomination in the eyes of
the Lord" and we should be pure and unspotted for our wedding day!"

Alun took another swig and handed the cider back over to Paul.  He reached
for his knapsack, extracted a packet of ten cigarettes and a box of
matches, took a cigarette out and lit it, inhaling as he did so.

"Chapel says I shouldn't be doing this either," Alun stated, inhaling
again.

"Nor the cider for that matter," Paul stated in mock censorious voice.

"Would you like a drag?"

"Ok."  Paul had indulged in an occasional cigarette behind the bike sheds,
hoping the teachers would not turn up and catch them.

Alun inhaled again and then turned it around so that he could put it
between Paul's lips, Paul was slightly taken aback by this as he had
expected Alun simply to hand it to him.

Paul took a drag and felt the smoke enter his lungs; he coughed and removed
the cigarette, breathed a couple of times and then took another drag, this
time without coughing.  The nicotine and the alcohol combined to make him
feel a little more relaxed.  He took yet another drag and replaced the
cigarette between Alun's lips in like manner.

"Thanks."

"No problem, you can have some more in a minute."

Alun continued to smoke the cigarette and the sight of the smoke being
exhaled from his lips set all sorts of things rushing around Paul's mind.
They were sharing things from mouth to mouth -- the cider and now the
cigarette.  Why?

He found his eyes scanning Alan's naked torso again and this time he found
himself enjoying what he saw more than he had before.  Alun's eyes were
studying him and a smile broke out, a knowing smile.

"Can you keep a secret?"

"Of course I can Alun, you have known me long enough to trust me."

"Then I will tell you why I don't think about girls and why I think you
don't either."

"And what could that be?"

"Because, like me, you prefer boys boyo."

"I WHAT?"

"What I said.  Be honest, if there was a naked guy in front of you and a
naked girl, who would you look at first?

"What a question to ask!"

"Have some more cider.  Paul, I have watched your eyes in gym, in the
swimming pool, who you look at most in class and it's never the girls.

"I look at the boys too.  You don't have to pretend with me, it won't work
and just as I have been honest with you, please be honest with me."

Paul struggled with himself to answer Alun.  What was the point in lying
any more?

"OK I think about boys too -- guess that makes me a Poof."

"Oh that's just an ignorant insulting word that the boys use for anything
they don't like or understand.  They probably have some feelings like that
themselves and are scared to admit it."

"Just as I am."

"It's not easy.  I wouldn't say anything with anybody else around either,
but just with you, alone and with the cider, and with the fact I fancy you,
it was easier."

Those words!  Alun fancied him, Alun was attracted to him and he had never
ever noticed!

"I guess I fancy you too Alun," Paul had replied sheepishly, hardly
believing he had said it.

"Wow!  I am so glad you said that!  Have another drag then give me a kiss
Paul, I want to kiss your lips, I want to show you how much I fancy you."

Alun had handed the cigarette back to Paul who took another couple of drags
before he stuck it through the tent flap and stubbed it out on the ground.
The two looked at each other and slowly moved their heads together, their
lips touched, lightly at first and then with more certainty.  Their arms
circled round each other and their flesh met together, feeling warm and
wonderful.  Their mouths opened and they began, instinctively to explored
each other's mouths with their tongues.  For Paul it felt wonderful and so
natural, he felt the rate of his breathing increasing and he was also aware
of other reactions, his hands were stroking Alun's named back as Alan was
doing to his but what he was most aware of was his cock rising up inside
his underwear and his shorts, pressing hard against the material.

One of Alun's hands left his back and began to caress his chest and stroke
his nipples; he let out an audible moan and began to reciprocate.  They lay
down on the ground without parting their lips and just savoured the moment
for what seemed several minutes before they separated and lay back giggling
out of nervousness and relief.

"Dear God, I'm hard," announced Paul, "I could do with a wank."

"So could I," Alun agreed, "why don't we have one?"

"I will go outside and find somewhere to have one," Paul volunteered.

"Don't be silly Paul, why don't we wank together?" Alun said quickly.  "We
have gone this far, we might as well go a bit further."

"Great, it's just that I wasn't sure if you would want to," Paul replied.

"You must be joking that exactly what I want to do!" Alun exclaimed.

"We had better get the rest off then," Paul agreed.

"Lie on your back Paul and let me strip you."

Paul did not need to be told twice.  He lay down on his back but inclined
his head so he could see what Alun was doing.  Alun's hands were undoing
the waistband fastener of his shirts and once they were prised open he
undid the button and quickly pulled them down Paul's legs and over his
feet.

The tent in Paul's underpants was clearly visible, sticking out rigidly and
he could see Alun admiring the sight.  Alun's hands came down onto his
chest, rubbing his nipples yet again, and then slowly moved downwards and
Paul held his breath in anticipation as they searched the elastic waistband
of his underpants.  They paused there for a moment and brushed against the
tip of his cock, straining through the material, which was damp with oozing
precum from his excited organ.

Paul let out a sigh of delight as he felt Alun's touch upon his dick for
the first time.  Nobody but he had touched it since he was old enough to
wash himself, and it felt many times better than his own touch.

With a grin, Alun started to pull his underpants off also, pulling the
material forward to allow his cock to spring free without catching.  Alun
gasped with delight at what he saw and Paul, although he thought he might
well have been embarrassed at somebody else seeing his hard cock was
actually very gratified by the expression on Alun's face.  He knew it was
being admired and he revelled in the admiration.

"That is one beautiful cock, I hope you like mine when you see it."

He had of course seen Alun's cock in the showers and the changing rooms and
had admired the sight of the four or so inches that dangled between his
legs and the low hung balls that nestled beneath.  He remembered the long
foreskin and the eye of the slit that winked out from the end of it.  He
had also been curious about what it should look like in a more excited
state.  Now he was going to find out and a thrill rang though him at the
thought.

"Well then you lie on you back now Alun and let me strip you!"

Without a word Alun had complied and he looked so eager for Paul to get on
with it.

Paul repeated the manoeuvres with his hands that Alun had done to his chest
and nipples.  Alun had lifted his head also so that he could see what was
going on.  Paul undid the waistband of the shorts and pulled them down, the
celestial vision of the straining bulge in Alun's underpants greeted him,
Paul's own tool throbbed even more at the sight.

He let his hands fall upon the lump of the material and heard a sigh of
what could only be called bliss from Alun's lips.  Paul could not wait any
longer, he was dying to free it and view it in all its glory, so he pulled
the waistband of the briefs upwards and downwards, unveiling the glorious
sight of what had been four inches but now was more like eight inches of
throbbing pulsating male lust.  The balls sac looked larger than he
remembered it and the mass of pubic hair made it appear as if Alun's cock
and balls were nesting, like a swan in the bushes.  Paul quickly pulled the
briefs down Alun's strong muscular legs, which were smooth like the rest of
him.  Once off Alun's feet he tossed them aside, not caring where they
landed.

"You have a magnificent cock Alun, I always wanted to see it like this but
never thought I would."

"No more than I ever thought I would be looking at your lovely leek boyo in
that state.  Now, lie beside me, let's kiss again and let out cocks kiss
together too!"

Paul needed no more bidding, he lie down beside Alun and they turned
towards each other and came together, he felt his cock brush up against
Alun's cock as they pressed their bodies together and their lips and
tongues met once again.

Paul felt his heart beating faster at the sensations he was experiencing
and he could feel Alun's heartbeat doing the same.  As they kissed he felt
Alun's hand squeeze between them and bring both their cocks together in his
hand, gripping the heads together and moving both their foreskins slowly up
and down.

Paul gasped, this was an ecstasy he had never known, and the sensation of
it could only be described as electric.  He should be feeling nervous about
it, or guilty that they were engaged in some disgusting, forbidden act, or
that they might be discovered, but at that moment he did not care about any
of all this, he was caught in the joy of the moment, the world was centred
on his cock and Alun's cock, his lips and tongue and Alun's lips and
tongue.  He found himself placing his free hand on Alun's back, caressing
it tenderly as Alun carried on caressing his cock.  His hand moved
downwards and caressed Alun's firm strong buttocks and Alun responded by
shifting his buttocks to and fro and up and down against Paul's hand,
clearly enjoying the sensations of touch that it produced.

Alun took his hands away and started to gyrate his body against Paul's,
Paul could feel his cock being moved around by this and he could feel
Alun's firm member doing the same.  They were both breathing heavily and
making moaning sounds, loud enough that each would hear the other but not
hopefully loud enough that others might hear.

Paul detached himself from Alun's lips for a moment and gazed into his
eyes.

"This is just so beautiful and it feels so natural Alun, this is more than
just a wank, I think we are having sex!"

"Yes we are having sex Paul, we are doing what is natural for boys who like
boys, we are becoming men and we are learning and doing manly things.
Gracious boyo, I tried it with a girl only once and knew it wasn't for me
and that it never would be."

"I don't think after this it ever could be for me either, this is
definitely for me too," Paul confessed and smiled.  Alun smiled also.

"Then if it's sex rather than a wank let's try some different things!"

"Like what?"

"Have you heard of blow jobs?"

Of course he had.  The boys had boasted about how Gladys or Mair had sucked
their dicks and how good it had felt.  Paul had thought it was only
something women did to men, but he had lately wondered more about it, what
it felt like and of course what it would feel like to do it.

"Sure I have, but never done it and never had it."

"Then lie back and learn."

Paul had turned and laid on his back.  Alun straddled himself over him and
moved his body downwards so that his face was in line with Paul's very
excited and sensitive tool.  Paul lifted his head up so he could see what
he was about to experience.

Alun took Paul's cock gently in his hands and stroked it; beginning at the
engorged head, then down the shaft, around the base, across his balls, then
back up the shaft to the head.  He retracted Paul's foreskin slowly, Paul
gasped at the delightful sensations he was experiencing.

Then, without warning, Alun opened his mouth and came down so that Paul's
cock was inside his mouth, the head and part of the shaft vanishing inside.
His eager tongue quickly made contact with the glans, making lubricated
circular motions around it.  Paul gasped again, nothing in his life had
felt as good as this!

Alun's mouth released Paul's cock for a moment then he used his lips to
start kissing it all over, interspaced with quick flashes of tongue.  He
also did the same to Paul's ball sac so that before long his whole genital
area was wet and glistening with moisture.

"WOW! That's brilliant Alun!" he exclaimed.

Alun did not respond, instead he took Paul's cock into his mouth yet again,
this time moving his head up and down whilst at the same time gently
fondling Paul's balls, stoking and gently tugging them alternately.

What surprised Paul most was the fact that Alun took his cock in all the
way down to the hilt.  Where was his gagging reflex?  He could feel his
cock enveloped in the warm and wet environment, the friction and the
lubrication combining into ecstasy.

He was also aware that he was already building up to an orgasm.

Alun appeared to be giving his cock rapt attention.  His face generated the
appearance of complete delight, sometimes his eyes were closed as if in
prayer, and at other times they opened and looked at Paul as if to indicate
that he too was enjoying the experience.  It almost looked like worship.

"If you are not careful I will shoot Alun," Paul warned, "you won't want me
to do that in your mouth."

Alun looked at him and slowly shook his head from side to side, indicating
that he disagreed with Paul on that statement.

And on the contrary it seemed to make him intensify his efforts.  The
sensations felt even better and more hurried than before and Paul knew he
could not prevent himself from coming shortly.  He was moaning softly and
breathing heavily in short gasps now the entire universe felt as if it was
focused upon his cock and his balls.  His climax continued to build all the
time.

Alun suddenly stopped.

"I want you to kneel in front of me now Paul, I wish you could stand but
the tent isn't high enough.  Boy does your cock taste good!

"OK then," Paul replied and complied as quickly as he could.

On his knees he could see his cock level with Alun's face, it must be
completely filling Alun's vision he thought to himself.

Alun quickly took Paul's cock back into his mouth and continued his oral
ministrations.  Paul used his right hand to play with Alun's hair and his
right to play with his nipples in turn, stroking and tweaking them, which
added even more to his complete sense of erotic sensation.

After perhaps a couple of minutes he felt himself ready to explode.  Alun
slowed his pace slightly and this seemed to make the build up even more
intense.

"Oh Alun," he moaned, "I'm nearly there now."

Almost as soon as the words were out of his mouth he was.

The moment of orgasm hit his whole body like a wave, but unlike his
previous orgasms this was more like a Tsunami.  His cock and his balls were
exploding with ultimate pleasure and pumping out his cum like never before.
He could not see it but he knew it was happening.  It must be filling
Alun's mouth and ricocheting against the back of his throat.  He could feel
Alun's throat muscles contracting and drinking it down eagerly as a man
might do after finding an oasis after crossing a desert.

Paul groaned as his whole body shook with fire.  The moment seemed to last
for an age although in reality it was only a brief occurrence.  The pumping
subsided and the fire faded into a feeling of fulfilment as his dick went
sore as it always did after an orgasm.  Alun had ceased all motion but
retained Paul's cock in his mouth, as if determined to extract every drop
that bubbled from his slit after the main ejaculation.

Alun lifted his mouth away and Paul was greeted with the view of his
satisfied, more than satisfied, member.  Another little Gobbet of cum
appeared and Alun siphoned it up with a quick flick of his tongue.

He brought his face up to the level of Paul's face.

"Did you enjoy that?" he enquired.

"Did I ever!"

"Want to taste it yourself?"

Before Paul could reply he brought his cum drenched lips against Paul's and
they began to kiss, once again opening their mouths and bringing them
together, along with their tongues.  Paul could taste and feel the residue
of his load in Alun's mouth.  It tasted wonderful, salty, creamy and sweet
all at the same time as it was dissipated by their combined saliva.

"That was the most fantastic moment of my entire life!" Paul exclaimed as
their mouths parted.  "Where on earth did you learn to do that?"

"My uncle taught me, but let's not talk about that now."

That of course immediately aroused Paul's curiosity but he knew Alun well
enough not to press the point at that moment.

"Anyway, it's your turn now."

"OK I'll try."

Alun quickly lay upon his back and Paul knelt before his cock, which was as
hard as ever, expectant, waiting.

At first he was not sure what he should do.  He knew very much that he
wanted to reciprocate and he was not sure that he could exactly mirror what
Alun had done.  He would have to rely very much upon instinct but he was
sure that Alun would make allowances for the fact that this would be the
first cock he had ever sucked.  A little nervously and self consciously he
took it in his hands and caressed it gently, tracing his fingers over and
around the bulbous head within it's foreskin, the crater created at the end
brimming with a lake of clear liquid precum.  He felt the smooth and
flexible skin of the shaft and the pulse of Alun's blood flowing through
the veins where they erupted to the surface.

His hands came to Alun's ball sac, gently massaging the elastic skin and he
could feel the balls within moving around in response.

"That feels good Paul, you're doing well," Alun responded encouragingly.

Paul gradually returned to the head and he began to peel the foreskin down,
it yielded without effort and the purple head was made naked, the precum
spreading around it, covering the areas that it had been prevented from
reaching by the foreskin.

"Here goes", he thought to himself as he bend forward and extended his
tongue.

His tongue made contact with the tip, and he could feel the shape of the
slit on his tongue.  It detected the taste and the feel of the precum and
made him want to lick up every drop. Almost before he knew it, his mouth
had enveloped the gland and his tongue was exploring it all over, his lips
encircling the rim.  It felt and tasted good, but what was more it felt
natural, some instinct within him providing encouragement and aid.  He knew
he was salivating, an automatic reaction, but nevertheless gratifying.

This elicited a gasp and a moan of pleasure from Alun, Paul looked up to
espy him playing with both his nipples, his eyes were closed and his mouth
was open as if in some private world.

Paul returned to his task, this time moving further down the engorged shaft
of Alun's cock.  He felt the tip hit the back of his throat and his gag
reflex kicking in so he eased up slightly, calculating the level that he
could comfortably handle.  His meant he could only take it half way, he
would have to try and improve upon that, if not on this occasion then on
another.  He was sure that from that point on it would no be a one off
experience between them and was already mentally working out how they could
get together for more at home.

Alun continued to moan and draw his breath audibly.  Paul eased back up to
the head and gave that more intense attention, one hand gripping the base
and the other fondling and playing with Alun's sac, he noted that when he
moved his fingers between the underneath of the sac and his ass that Alun
moaned out "Duw, Duw, o Gariad Duw" (God, God, oh Dear God) and that he
clenched his buttocks together up and down at the same time.

Paul could feel and taste more precum emerging and seeping out in his
mouth; it felt like liquid silk and tasted like mild honey.  How could he
have missed out on the delights of sucking cock all this time he asked
himself.  What was more natural than for a guy to be sucking a guy?  For
that sharing of maleness and its essence that a woman could surely never
appreciate or understand?  It was male bonding at its ultimate, an intimacy
and sharing that was unsurpassed.

Paul lifted his mouth away from Alun's cock and began to masturbate it;
tugging the foreskin up and down over the purple helmet, observing how
flexibly and obediently the foreskin obey his finger.  He kissed and licked
the shaft and then in one licking motion, his tongue went from the back of
the head down to the balls and he sensed the change of skin and the hairs
that his tongue encountered as it bisected the balls and came to rest.
Almost without thinking about it he started to lick the sac skin and he
gently cupped one of the balls into his hand and sucked it into his mouth,
very gently, making sure his teeth made no contact with it.  He sucked to
create a vacuum and linked it all around before releasing it and proceeding
to do the same with its neighbour.  Alun was wriggling and groaning with
sheer pleasure, unable or unwilling to try and hide what he was feeling.

Paul returned his attention to Alun's cock, and it was not long before he
could sense that Alun was close to eruption.

"Want to kneel now Alun?" he enquired.

Alun needed no further bidding; he rose from lying on his back and knelt
down, the extended organ nearly poking Paul in the eye as he did so.  Paul
kissed the tip again tenderly as a priest kisses an altar upon approaching
it and opened his mouth wide once again.

Alun laid his hands upon Paul's shoulders, thrusting his dick forward into
Paul's mouth as he did so.

"Let me fuck your face Paul, give me the control, relax your tongue and let
me do the work!"

It was almost a command and Paul was happy to obey but slightly
apprehensive that Alun would try and penetrate too far.

He need not have worried, Alun had judged how much of his cock that Paul
could comfortably take and began thrusting back and forth in Paul's mouth,
the shaft and head rubbing against Paul's tongue and the roof of his mouth.
Paul loved the sensation and found himself gripping Alun's firm buttocks as
they flexed in and out to provide the driving force for his cock.

"I'm coming!" he announced and sighed loudly as Paul felt the cock
throbbing in the throes of orgasm.  He felt his tastebuds flooded with a
sweet and salty taste as the cum erupted like Vesuvius into his mouth,
spurting out in thick gobbets, quickly filling the vacant space inside.
Paul had no option but to start to swallow as the white flood came forth,
filling him with its essence and confirming that his mouth had been
effective at producing this result.  Paul was intent upon getting every
drop and as the flood subsided he gently continued to lick and draw the
last vestiges of Alan's man milk before letting go, satiated and satisfied,
revelling in the experience.

They kissed again, as they had after Paul had come, Paul giving back to the
giver, part of his gift.  Then they embraced, arms tightly around each
other, feeling at one in their maleness and in what they had shared.

They lay back down upon their backs, nestling in each other's arms and did
not speak for several moments, reflecting and drinking in what had
occurred.

"I need a ciggie after that," Alun said at length and lit one each for both
of them.  They also finished off the cider, washing down the last vestiges
of cum from their mouths to their stomachs.

As they smoked, Paul felt something other than lust for Alun; it was a deep
affection, if not love.

"Thanks so much Alun, that was the best experience of my life."

"The best so far you mean," Alun replied with a smile.  "You're a natural
cocksucker all right."

"Was it OK?"

"I came didn't I"?

"And how!"

"What does it all mean for us in the future?"

"Well I know I want to do it again with you, if that's what you mean!"

"So do I!"

"There is a lot more we can do, I will teach you if you are willing to
learn."

Paul was willing, more than willing, he knew he was hooked.  He knew that
he was who he was and what he was and rejoiced in it.  He wanted learn and
he knew that Alun was a good teacher.

Reality returned.  The memories of that moment in time that had had its
part in bringing him to this moment now here in the Abbey chapel.  All the
brothers had now been greeted with the exception of the novices, their own
Holy Welcomes, fresh in their memories, with whom he would be sharing the
learning process of the Novitiate.

Paul found his body attuning itself to what was next to come.


To be continued...


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