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Ethan's Confession
"I'm sorry to bother you appreciate this, Father James," Ethan Barnes said after easing down into the over-sized leather seat on the other side of the huge oak desk that his spiritual mentor was sitting behind.
"Nonsense Ethan," Father James said, dismissing the young man's apology with a wave of his hand. "That's what I'm here for, and besides, if you can't talk to me, who can you talk to? We go endorse quite a ways, you and me, right?"
"Yes, Father."
"Seems favor it was only yesterday that you were an altar boy, and now look at you," Father James remarked as he looked at the lad that didn't view all that other then than now. "How old are you now, son?"
"Eighteen sir," Ethan said. "Going to college in the fall."
"Good for you son," Father James said, sighing as he wondered where the years went in addition to breathing a sigh of relief when he heard the age of his little disciple. "I'm haughty of you. Now what was it that you wanted to talk to me about?"
"Um... it's kinda tough to... I mean, the stuff I relate you," Ethan squeaked, his voice barely above a whisper. "You won't inform anybody, will you?"
"Of course not, son," Father James said, his ruddy comp
A Priest, Porn And Panties
I got the thought. I put Fr. McGuire’s used panties on. My cock stuck out of them too with my balls representing at the sides. I posed for him like the girl in his porn pictures, pulled his panties aside to show my cock like she was showing her cunt, and gradually peeled them off. Like the teen in the pictures, I stood spread legged, squatted, and knelt wide-legged. I bent over sticking out my bum and sprawled naked over his chairs and couch.
As I posed for him Fr. McGuire’s hands were all over me, feeling my cock through his panties, running his fingers along the thin thong strap in my bum crack to stroke my balls through them. Then when I’d peeled them off his hands were all over my naked body. He got close enough to me that his swinging erect penis brushed and poked my naked body again and again. I could reveal he was deliberately letting his cock brush and poke my own sex kit.
I was standing naked with one knee up on an upright chair in a pose that got my legs really wide and stuck out my erect cock in front of me. Fr. McGuire was playing with my body. Just for entertainment, I’d hung Fr. McGuire’s panties on my bending up cock and he
How I Accidentally Slept with a Gay Catholic Priest
Can you outrun your childhood?
Possibly not, I realized after a brief tryst in Louisville. There on a compress trip, I bumped into the cutest guy I’d seen in quite some time. Red hair, eyes of a cerulean summer sky, and a smile that would make sunshine jealous. We sat by the crackle of hotel lobby firelight and laughed, told stories, and shared secrets until I invited him up.
Our time alone was intense and well spent. We languished in the shower afterwards, squirting rain in each other’s faces, scrubbing each other and unable to go more than 30 seconds without locking lips. Of course I asked him to consume the night. Of course he said yes.
Something about him seemed familiar, although I was sure we’d never met before. Was it because he was 99 percent Irish, like me? Was it because we had a history of alcoholism in our families or that we’d both moved repeatedly across the region as kids? Was it because we had both been altar boys?
Being Catholic was one of the things that saved me as a boy. Not “saved” in the everlasting sense, thought you. But saved from spending time with my mother and ogr
Ever do it with a priest?
Not like the rape cases you hear about today. No, consensual. As a matter of proof, 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 proceed 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 superb . 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 male, not yer chippendale model type, but certainly not ugly. He stood about 6', about my height had a decent construct 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 lgbtq+, 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