Date: Thu, 14 Aug 2003 04:21:53 -0000
From: Riain Y. Barton <Riain@Riain.US>
Subject: Riain's Real Life Advnetures - Ch. 3 The Seminary

The following story contains Adult Material -- follow the law! Follow your
own soul.

(MM, j/o / MM, oral, priest)

Riain's Real Life Adventures -- Chapter 3
"The Seminary" -- By Riain Y. Barton


The next part of my real life adventures will in itself be in several parts
and much of the personal part of my life, outside of the sexual encounters,
will remain private and not discussed.

I ended up studying at St. Patrick's College, near where I grew up, in
Ireland. The college was like something out of a time machine. Not only in
its physical appearance, but also in the way it was ran by a hierarchy of
less than credible priests.

The priests had a luxurious existence there with fine furnished, and
well-heated private flats and served the finest of foods. The students were
to be taught `humility' and the sanctity of poverty. We had very humble
rooms with little heat; in fact you could keep milk on the window seal, and
would keep for days without spoiling. The priests who were also the teachers
had absolute rule over every aspect of your life, and were rarely allowed
off the grounds, and discouraged to associate with people in the town.

There were lads from all over Ireland, Great Britain, and a few even from
the USA. The college encouraged everyone to participate in sports, I think
because they wanted future priests to be `manly' and brothers in sport,
rather brothers in bed. Homosexuality was not only something evil, it was
something that would get one kicked out immediately, if they discovered you
were even thinking about having sex with another man. The whole place was
nothing but a huge contradictory in terms and haven for hypocrisy and Irish
Catholic authoritarianism.

One of my favourite rooms was the `locker-room' this is where all the
athletes of the small college stored their kits and changed into and out of
their kit. It was also a room that all of us had to go through to access the
stairs to the room above that had the private cubicle showers and the
laundry room. No open communal showers there, I am sure because the priests
were afraid we would become aroused and/or tempted.

Of course by this time having had my one and first only sexual encounter, I
was getting hornier and hornier by the hour. Especially after being able to
see so many fellow students nude. I finally had a chance to have sex with
one other student -- He was a few years younger than me and from County
Kerry. He was blond, blue-eyed, 18, small thin wisp of a lad, probably about
5'8" to 5'10". He also ended up having a very large cock, uncut of course,
and big balls with a lot of blond pubic hair. We were never ever completely
naked together and we only had two encounters and jacking each other off.
Seems he confessed his `sin' and was told to never do it again or else -- it
also seems the confessions told by students to the priests were not
confidential and shared we all other priests! They frowned on any type of
sexual activity, even masturbation.

By this time I had gotten in the habit of masturbating in the shower every
day, even if someone was in a cubicle next to me or not, in fact I liked
having others there taking showers while I had a good wank, wishing that
someone would come into my cubicle and join me. There were two lads that I
really became infatuated with, one from County Cork, and one from near where
I grew up and new him and his family, but not that well, as he was a few
years younger than myself, so we had not been in the same class at CBS, and
then I transferred to another secondary school.
The lad from County Cork I did get to see nude completely full-frontal, as I
had went to his room and we were to get ready to go on an outing. He had to
change clothes and did so right in front of me changing underwear and
everything. He was one fine half. Dark thick curly hair, dreamy blue eyes,
about 5'10", a very fit athletic hairy body, and a very nice sized uncut
cock, and balls, with a thick pubic bush of black hair.

Anyway at the end of the term due to numerous reasons, the college and
myself decided to part ways. I ended up staying over the Christmas holidays
with the other lad that I had developed a crush on. It was a grand time
getting to know him away from the college, and getting to know all of his
family. I had seen him nude several times at college, but only his rear.
While at his family's house I did get to see the front of him while he was
nude -- he was just about to get a bath, and I accidentally walked in on him.
He was all but gorgeous to me.

He was about 5'8" blond, crystal blue eyes, very fit from all the farm work,
and from being one the best Hurling players in all of Ireland, as had his
grandfather been. He was basically hairless except for bond tufts under his
arms, his pubic hair and a small thin treasure trail from belly button down,
and of course the normal light blond fuzz on his thighs, and legs. He had
what seemed to be a very lovely average uncut cock and balls. The only thing
I was able to do with him was tell him one night how I felt about him, and
kiss him. I think he felt the same way about me, but because of his up
bringing and society could not accept his sexuality. A few years later he
left the seminary and ended up in nursing school in England. The last I
heard he was living in Clonmel, Co. Tipperary, but unsure as to why, or what
he is doing there.

I moved to London, but not for long, just a fortnight, but while there I
came out officially! I returned to Thurles and moved into a flat there, with
my cousin and two other flatmates. It did not take long for all of local
people to hear about me being `gay'.

Living in a small town of 8,000 did not allow for much of a social life even
if you were straight, but being openly gay made it even more difficult.
Luckily `Hot Press' Magazine took personal adverts even for gay men. One man
in his late 30's answered my advert. I was still not even 23 yet. He lived
in Toomevara, telling me that he was a teacher there. His letters were very
romantic, to say the least. He eventually talked me into letting him come to
my flat and to meeting me. It wasn't long before he also talked me into my
bedroom and giving him a blowjob. He was tall man, I believe taller than me
maybe around 6'4" and gingery-brown hair -- he also had a huge uncut cock and
huge balls with lots of ginger pubes. He feed me a huge load of local Irish
cum.

However, once it was over, he was out of there, and I never heard from him
again... yup he used me just to get off once. Later, while I was in hospital
with glandular fever, in Neenagh, I found out more about this man. I was in
a ward and a priest came to visit one of his parishioners. As he was living
I realised it was Michael Hogan, the `teacher'!! Except he was not a teacher
at all, but a priest, he has lied to me about many things, I wonder where
Fr. Michael Hogan is today?

End of Chapter Three "The Seminary"

Chapter Four is next "In Dublin's Fair City"

Riain's Real Life Adventures
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