Date: Tue, 15 Apr 2003 21:00:49 -0400
From: m yonge <myonge@hotmail.com>
Subject: new story  Father Greg

It is a story of a young man (age 18) and his encounter with a priest on at
a kids camp.  the boy Matt is an employee at the camp, the priest is one of
the counsellors.  The twist is that Matt makes the approach on Father Greg
the priest.


This is a story I wrote shortly before I wrote Brother Pat that is also on
line here.  It is along the same theme.  The story of a young man and a
priest.  It was written at a time that so much was being made of young boys
that had been molested by clergy.  I often wondered at the time how many
were the times that there was actually consensual meetings of the "mind"
between the priest and the boy or young man.

This is about such a case.  So there you have it two controversial subjects
in one story... a gay story and a one that has a priest and young man having
sex together.  If this offends you do not read any further.  If you are
interested please enjoy the story.

if you have any comments please feel free to email me at myonge@hotmail.com


Father Greg (consensual MM)

Ever do it with a priest?

Not like the rape cases you hear about today.  No, consensual. As a matter
of fact, ever do it with a priest where you came on to him?

When I was 18 I had the opportunity to spend a couple weeks at a summer
camp run by the diocese.  I was to go as kitchen help and do odd jobs for
half the day and then the rest of the time would be mine to enjoy the camp,
swimming and hiking, boating.  You know the stuff.  It was great.  I
enjoyed myself immensely.

The Camp was basically overseen by a couple priests. One was older, about
60.  He as the big kahuna, and was in charge. His helper was considerably
younger looking back he would probably have been about 34-35. A good
looking man, not yer chippendale model type, but certainly not ugly.  He
stood about 6', about my height had a decent build no paunch showing yet
and was fairly athletic.  He was usually dressed in a t-shirt and jeans.

I was in the midst of dealing with my homosexuality at the time, pretty
much knew that I was gay, just didn't know what to do about it.  But this
one thing I did know. I was attracted to this man.

He, Father Greg was great with us kids, always active, always at play and
thinking of things to make us enjoy ourselves.  As a result there were
always a bunch of us around him.  I never had a chance to be with him
alone.

However because he was so open with us, we were always wrestling in the
water or out, or tackling him in football, even when it was only touch
football.  I tried as often as possible to be in contact with him.  A
couple times I had my arms around one of his legs as we tried to get him
down.  I even managed once to draw my hand across his crotch, "accidently
of course."  Yeah ... well he thought so or so I hoped. He never said
anything anyways.

The second week it was decided that we would go on an over night hike.
Father Greg would be the leader and I would help him cook etc..  As I was
already there to do things like that I became the chief cook and bottle
washer for the trip.  It would be one night out, the two of us and about
ten of the older boys, 12 and 13 yr olds.  We brought 4 tents with us, two
for the kids and one for the equipment and food and one, yeah you guessed
it.  I was to share a tent with Father Greg.  I remember not being able to
believe it.  I would be spending a night in the same tent with the man I
had been having dreams about. I had even had a wet dream a couple times the
previous week.  This was going to be so good.

I started planning what I could do to get him.  How could I do it?

Well the day finally came.  We drove to a spot about 30 km from the main
camp and then we hiked about a kilometer off the road to a small lake where
there was a clearing and fire pits.  They used this location for every camp
they ran.

We set up camp and then we played the day away.  Had a few water fights,
and swam. There was some passing contact again.

We went for a hike. Checked out a beaver pond and the local plant life.  We
even saw a small herd of deer.  All in all it was a great day.  All day
though I was walking around with a hard on.  I kept close to the father, as
close as I dared without being too conspicuous,talked his ear off, all the
while thinking about the coming night.

After supper we built a campfire and sang songs and told stories.  I had to
sit on the other side of the fire from Father Greg .. he wanted us to be
'spread out' with the kids... so we had five kids on each side of us.  Not
beside him but I loved looking across the fire at him, catching his smile
whenever he saw me looking.  I don't think he suspected anything, he was
just a man that always had a smile for everyone. What he didn't know was
that to me his smile drove right into my being.

Finally about 10 pm, Father Greg said it was time to get to bed.  We then
had the task of getting all the kids settled.  That took a good hour or
more as I recall.  Every one was excited about the day and well you know
how kids are.  It was almost midnight before we could hear nothing but the
sounds of the forest around us.

It was a warm evening we were both in just our jockeys.  The tent was just
big enough to fit the two sleeping bags in with a little room at the feet
for our personal belongings.

We zipped down the flaps of the door and settled into our places.  I lay
down on top of my bag, making a comment that it was way to hot to get into
it.

"Not lot of room in here is there?"  I said.  "I tend to move around when I
sleep, I hope I don't disturb you tonight" I continued.

"Well I snore some" Father Greg said "And I'm get a litle restless at night
as well, so we should be a good match"

"You have no idea how much I hope that's true" I thought

I closed my eyes and pretended to go to sleep, I scratched myself a bit and
left my hand on my crotch, and sighed and lay there quietly.  Father Greg
also seemed to drift off, like me on top of the sleeping bag...

He was laying on his back and as my eyes grew accustomed to the dark with
what little light the half moon was providing through the material of the
tent, I could see the outline of his member under the material of his
jockey shorts.  I was getting horny with excitement.  I had a hard on like
you wouldn't believe I was stroking it slowly, getting hotter by the
minute.  It was time to make my move.

His breathing had become regular signalling to me that he was asleep.  I
mumbled under my breath, and moved my left arm to touch him.  A few minutes
later, I rolled over on my side toward him.... throwing my other arm over
him, over him so that my arm, actually at my wrist, was resting across his
cock and my face up against his arm that was laying at his side.

He didn't move, although he jumped a little when my arm landed on him. But
other than that he didn't move much right away.  I stayed this way for a
several minutes, enjoying the feel and smell of his body and the touch of
his cock under my wrist, which I thought was actually either just moving or
growing.

I was about to move again when I felt him lift his arm that I was leaning
against, move it up and behind me, down my back and around my waist.  His
other hand came over and gently moved my hand away from his cock, not far,
just up on his belly.  He moaned softly. I could feel him scratching
himself and adjusting things and then back to sleep.

I stayed there for several more moments, almost falling asleep, nestled in
his arm.  It felt so good there.  But I wanted more.

I shuffeled around a little not moving enough to make him move his arm from
around me, but this time I moved my hand to cover his cock with the tips of
my fingers curling into his soft ball sac.  He was definitely growing this
time.  He moaned and moved ever so slightly.  Then I felt his hand on mine,
slowly moving it up and down.  I adjusted a little to curl my fingers
around his cock through the fabric, and said mumbling very quietly
..."ohhhnn Father Greg......"

Then he said "shhhhh" and I realized he was awake.  He half rolled toward
me leaning up on his elbow and reaching down kissed me on my mouth.  I
almost died.  I threw my free arm around his neck and kissed him back, our
tongues probing each other's mouth.

He whispered "I know this is not right, but we both want this don't we?"  I
just moaned my approval.

He left my mouth and with his mouth and hands started to explore my body.
I was writhing in ecstacy.  This was better, far better than I had ever
imagined. He got up and moved to my feet.  He took one of them and the next
thing I knew he was sucking on each toe, licking between each one, almost
driving me to distraction.  More than once he had to tell me to be quiet
for fear of waking the other kids.  He did both feet and then worked his
way up my legs. Oooohhhhnnnn fuck I was so ready for him.  As he came up to
my thighs.... he reached up and started to lower my jockeys, to expose my
now twitching throbbing cock. It was so stiff by now it hurt.  I wanted him
so bad.

My underwear out of the way, he removed his to reveal one of the most
beautiful cocks I have ever seen befor then or since.  It was not huge,
about 7 inches. But, it was beautifully shaped and it was cut.  Precum was
gleaming in the moonlight on its tip.  I wanted to touch it but as I
reached for it he whispered "Not yet my love."

He bowed his head once again to my thighs and gently erotically licked up
the insides of them, working his way up little by little to my aching
crotch.  He had me bend my knees up and open my legs as he fed himself to
the treasures between my legs.  He lifted my ass and then buried his face
licking at the hole, nibbling and licking and sucking and tonguing back and
forth from my ball sac to my ass. I almost came right there and then,
moaning and groaning as softly as I could.  I wanted to scream.  I was
holding first his head then my hands were on his shoulders, I wanted to
hold him and let him go and...  I didn't know what I wanted it felt so
good.  I had never felt like this before. Nothing I had done before came
close to what this man was doing to me.

My ass was wet with his saliva.... I saw him stick a couple fingers in his
mouth and wet them down.  The next thing I knew I could feel something
pushing into my hole.  I gasped a bit. He told me to just relax.  I felt
first one finger then a second one slide right in, and then something I
never expected.... fireworks!!!, as he rubbed against something in there. I
thought I was going to cum, and I'm sure I almost did, and told him so.  He
pulled back, and again he said, "Not yet my love.... not yet"

He pulled his fingers out of my ass and then he shrugged his shoulders
under my knees. He spit on his hand and lubricated his swollen cock.....
then instructed me to relax and try to push out as he pushed in.

I guess I was totally relaxed because as he pushed against me, he just slid
right in.  As his cock slid in it came in contact with the thing that made
me see stars just a moment before. I cried out.  His hand came over my
mouth as I heard him chuckle. "You have to be quiet my love"

He started moving in and out, grunting softly. "Ohhhnnnnn my love you are
making feel so good"

I could hold back no longer and let it go. My cock was pulsing out a
feeding of cum that went all over. I was panting out my pleasure. In the
half dark I could see that I had hit him in the face with my cum and I
could feel the heat of the fluid in my own face and chest.... oooohhhhnnn
this was so fuckin good. I groaned softly in my pleasure.

Father Greg suddenly went rigid and groaned out loud.  "Ohhhnnnn my " then
whipering "Ooooohnnnn Matt I am cumming.  Ooohhnnn yess you have made me so
happy my love."

With that I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass and the heat of his cum
filling me up. This was so goood, so right.

When he was finished he collapsed on top of me I wrapped my legs and arms
around him holding him tightly to me for several minutes.

Then he slowly withdrew himself from me, kissing me deep.

"Help me" He whispered.  He took his sleeping bag and opened it up, and I
did the same with mine as he indicated.  After we put our underwear back on
he lay down on one of the bags and motioned me to lay beside him and then
pulled the other bag over us, and there nestled in his arms I fell
asleep....

A few hours later we woke to the sounds of the other kids whispering and
then calling for Father Greg.  We hastily got up and dressed.  Father Greg
said softly "We'll have to get washed up later"

Nothing more was said that day.  We had great fun with the kids, managed to
get washed up when we went swimming without attracting any attention.  As I
was washing, I looked to see the father doing the same looking at me with a
big smile on his face, and then a wink that made me all weak kneed.

After lunch we packed everything up and headed back to where the bus had
let us off the day before and then back to the main camp.

Later that evening Father Greg came and sat beside me at the camp fire, put
his arm over my shoulder and whispered in my ear "Thank you my love, you
made this camp the best I've ever had" He got up and moved away.

The next day we got everyone packed up and we went home.

I never saw Father Greg again.  I heard from my own priest that he went to
Alberta that fall to set up his own camp. I often think about our night
together and wonder...