The Father And The Alter Boy

Our parish Father is about one of the nicest guys I have ever met. He is young and Irish. He hadn't been ordained too long when he was assigned to our town. Immediately, he took over the job of running our scout troop. He took us camping, and enjoyed sand lot baseball as much as any of us. It seemed he understood us boys better than our parents.

I'm eighteen. Most of my pimples are gone and I am rapidly developing into manhood. I am certainly aware of my development. My peter has grown and I have a full bush of blond, silken hair around my balls. My peter is always up at the wrong times. Why does it have to happen at school? I walk into class with this big uncomfortable throbbing bulge and I can't do anything about it. I feel everyone is staring at my crotch.

Every night, before I go to sleep, I jack off. I also jack off in the morning before I get up. There isn't such a thing as a bad jackoff, but the mornings are real good. My body is extra firm. My hormones are at their peak. Jeez! It feels so good when I come.

What really pisses me off are wet dreams. Nocturnal emissions, they're called. I'm still a virgin, but I'll be dreaming about pounding a wet pussy, then WHAP! I'll come in my shorts and all over the bed. I have to get up, wipe the gooey mess off of me, change my shorts, then try to find a dry spot when I crawl back in. Damn, it sure makes me mad.

I am jacking off more and more. It seems I need more and more relief. I think I really need a good fuck, but pre-marital screwing is absolutely forbidden by the church.

I go to the confessional and confess my masturbation addiction and its frequency to the Father. I have to pay the usual penitenance.

Once, leaving the confessional, the Father said, "I want to meet you in the garden in about an hour. I want to talk to you."

I killed time in the garden, counting pathway bricks, watching goldfish in the pool, and enjoying the spray of water that came from the fountain in its center.

The Father arrived. We sat on one of those white stone, Roman, cement garden benches that was really hard. There was no-one about so we could talk.

The Father told me he knew alot about growing teen-age boys and what they were going through. He described all my symptoms without my saying a word. All I could do was nod my head. He moved closer and put his hand on my inner thigh, rubbing and patting it.

"Perhaps, my son, you need me to help you along with your problem."

He looked directly at me. He was such a kind person. I really felt good just being near him.

"What do you mean, Father?"

"You need more than your own hand to satisfy your needs. You need someone to teach you more about your body. I've helped many boys to work their way through this period. I would like to help you too." The Fathers hand moved up and down my inner pants leg. It felt kind of good.

"But Father, I really wouldn't know if I could do it. I would like to be shown, but I would be so embarrassed."

"That's why I want to teach you, my son. When the lessons are over, you will be more grown up. Your shyness will be gone, and you will know how to handle the new joys that will come your way. Your own hand can't teach you this. Someone else must."

"Do you think I am really ready to fully learn...that I could handle it?"

"That is for you to decide, my son. I don't want to rush you. I don't want to do anything to make you feel uncomfortable. Perhaps you are still too immature. Think about it. Take your time."

Me immature? I am eighteen years old. I know a lot of things, but I need to learn a lot more about sex.

Days passed. I was hornier and hornier. The Father was right. I craved something besides my own hand. I also needed to learn more about these feelings that were bothering me.

"The Father is a man, too", I mulled. "He has a prick and balls. He was a teen once. He is also a man of the cloth and knows a lot about a lot of things. He also understands the needs of boys. I trust him. I bet he COULD teach me a lot." I arranged for my first lesson the following week after school.

When I arrived, the Father ushered me in to his study. He had pulled the drapes. There was a table in the middle of the room covered with padding, a sheet, and a pillow. The Father faced me with a understanding smile. He put his hands on my shoulders. "Are you ready to begin?" I nodded.

I was directed to go behind a standing screen near one wall and to fully undress. Behind the screen was a chair and a very dark, blue robe. I took off my shoes and socks, then removed my blue dungarees, shorts, and T-shirt, which I hung over the chair. Completely nude, I slipped into the robe. The robe was not new. I wondered how many boys had used it before me.

I stepped from behind the screen and re-entered the room. The Father met me and embraced me. His hand moved down and untied the robes sash. He opened it slowly then pulled the robe back over my shoulders. It slid down my arms and dropped to the floor. I stood naked. The Fathers eyes slowly roamed my whole body. "It's Gods child." he said quietly.

I felt embarrassed standing there unclothed. I also had anxiety, wondering what was going to happen.

The Fathers warm, soft, hands traveled down my back, over my butt, and a ways down my legs. Moving upwards, they stroked my outer thighs. Traveling further, they moved inwards up over my stomach to my breasts and stopped. I felt a soft pinch on each tit. My crotch had already been tingling a little. His feel was really turning me on. My penis was uncontrollably rising. In moments, it was straight up, completely hard. I felt it should be covered. Few had seen my naked body. No one had ever seen me with a hard-on.

While I knew the Father understood, I still cupped myself with my hands. The Father, slowly, but firmly, pulled my hands away. He knelt down. Without touching, he inspected my prick.

"Beautifully formed," He said quietly. "A staff as hard as a board, capped by a beautiful red bud. God made you with a perfect boy's body."

I was flattered by his remark. My crotch was now starting to tingle real bad. I was led to the table and instructed to climb up and sit. The Father grasped me and gently lowered me to where I lay on my back. His hand moved lightly over my abdomen. My skin quivered.

I gave an initial start when he touched me. He gently gripped my stem with one hand and explored my sac and balls with the other. It was a new excitement. The skin on my shaft was moved slowly up and down. I grew even harder as a wet thumb made slow circles over my piss hole. Jeez, it felt good. God Damn, it felt terrific.

My balls were cupped and tenderly pulled downward. I was stroked faster. Someone other than myself was fondling my balls and pulling my peter for the first time.

My throbbing dick had never been this sensuous. I could feel my cum slowly working up my pee tube. It was becoming more intense. "I'm coming. I'M COMING!". With what seemed to be volcanic eruption, wads of white cream spewed out of my cock and over my body. The Father continued to hold my balls and prick until I stopped convulsing. Splashes of cum that lay on my chest were then softly rubbed into my skin.

I looked at the Father with an expression of gratified pleasure. The Father smiled down on me. He really did understand my needs.

I lay there limp. My eyes were closed. The Father embraced me. His warm wet lips pressed against my mouth. My head and shoulders were lifted. His body pressed against mine. My mouth opened spontaneously. His tongue entered, circling my inner mouth, over my teeth, around my cheeks, over my tongue, slowly sliding back into my throat. This was my first REAL kiss. I loved it.

Fondling started again. My wonderful feeling returned with all of its intensity. I was rolled to my stomach. I felt kind of vulnerable in this position with my bare butt exposed. I didn't care. I couldn't see what was happening back there, but I was ready to try anything. It tickled as the Father's fingers traveled lightly over my buns and up and down my crack. I flexed tight when my cheeks were spread. No one had ever seen my asshole except my Mom. She saw it when she had to give me an occasional enema when I was smaller. On few occasions, I had backed up to a mirror, bent over, and taken a few looks myself to satisfy my own curiosity.

Even with my tight flex, a well lubed, slippery, finger worked through my cheeks, found my asshole, and ran around its outer rim. Gently pressing in, it slowly circled one way and then the other. I involuntarily clamped even tighter as I felt his hard, extended, finger working farther up me. I'd poked my own finger up my ass occasionally. It never felt really good. This felt a bit better than when I did it to myself. It was a funny erotic feeling. I still clamped tight. I couldn't relax. I also couldn't halt nor abort the finger that slowly slid to its hilt. It was drawn back and forth many times, wiggling with each stroke. When it slipped completely out, I thought things were over. No way. It was relubed and slid in again. This time, it went up my butt much easier. I had relaxed a bit. It was feeling pretty good now. The Father really knew what he was doing.

I again turned on my back, my asshole still feeling the effects of its massage. My prick was throbbing. I wanted nothing to stop. I was really in to experiencing the new, passionate, pleasures that Father had promised.

Father started to fondle my balls and jack me again. I needed to come. I started to squirm. He stopped for a few moments, then continued. I was hot with new juices. He paused and let more build up inside of me. I was ready to explode. I could not stand this much longer without coming.

The Father put his head in my crotch and slipped my swollen red tip in his mouth. His wet saliva tongue rapidly circled it. Gawd! I was going crazy. This really was a powerful feeling. I grabbed his head and worked it up and down. I wanted more of his tongue and mouth.

Two fingers started to slip in my rear. It was too much. Cannons exploded, stars appeared, fireworks burst. I may have screamed in ectasy. I can't remember. I regained my senses as the Fathers warm hands massaged my body.

"That's all for this session, my son. I will expect you next week."

During the next week, I thought alot about what I had been shown. The Father was right. With just one session I had learned a lot about my body sensations. I had been introduced to touch and feel. I had been introduced to sensitivity. I had been introduced to caring and love. I had been introduced to sex.

The father had also said that probably my current visit would be all that would be necessary. He added I could come back if I ever needed to.

On this visit, the father greeted me wearing a robe. I was not asked to go behind the screen and undress. I sat on the table. The father undressed me here.

First he slipped off my shoes and socks. He then unbuttoned my shirt and help me slip it off. My undershirt was pulled over my head. His hand undid my belt. I felt the top snap of my pants open. He pushed against my crotch as he slowly pulled my zipper down. The whole process was very erotic. I was hard. He had me stand, my pants were ready to fall. The Father took my pants waistband then hooked his thumbs around my briefs and slowly pulled. Everything came down, my white briefs still embedded in my inner pants. I stepped out of my fallen clothing. I stood in the nude, displaying my erected penis. This time, I didn't feel so shy.

The Father removed his robe. I didn't expect this. He stood naked. I didn't know whether to turn my eyes away or stare.

"It's alright, my son. We are both men. Inspect me. Feast your eyes as you wish."

My eyes traveled over his nakedness. I was viewing the anatomy of a grown man. He had hairs on his chest and his legs. His balls were partially hidden by a full bush that grew in his crotch. His hard-on was more round and longer than mine. He was slim. He was uncut. I knew I would have a body like his in just a few more years.

"Kneel, my son."

I knelt and faced his erection.

"Take your hands and touch me. Explore me."

I'd never touched another penis. I didn't know how, or what to do. The Father understood.

"Just explore me like you explore yourself."

My hand moved between his legs and upwards. His pouch met my palm. His balls moved freely as I gently kneeded them. I carefully felt each one, then again ran my palm across the bottom of his sac. I felt the softness of his pouch. His dick rose higher.

I was fascinated by the skin that covered its tip. I was viewing a closeup of an uncircumsized penis. I'd seen an occasional limp one as it passed me in the school shower room.

That's what the doctor had done to me right after I was born. He'd cut my skin away leaving my tip to be exposed for the rest of my life. I could never cover it.

"Put your hand on my stem and pull the skin gently back," said the father.

I did so, and watched the head slip through the foreskin making full appearance.

"This is called uncapping", said the father.

"I wished I could be uncapped," I thought.

Sliding the skin of his erection back felt good. It gave me a compulsive urge. I pulled it forward watching the cap disappear. I did it a second and third time.

"You are pleasing me, my son", the father said. I will show you how to do even more. I want to you to feel me in your mouth."

I remembered last week, when the Father had done this to me; how good it had felt. The Father was now asking me to return the pleasure. I felt honored and humbled to serve. I didn't really know how, but I put it in. I started drawing with a hard vacuum.

"No, my son. That gives no pleasure. You gently draw in. The rest is done with your tongue. Now, lightly run your tongue around my tip. Pay special attention to the backside.... Move your tongue up and down in this area....That's it...Ah!....Now move up over my hole..... Gently swirl its top...Yes!...Now, slowly stroke my shaft and fondle my balls. I did as I was told.

The Father grasped my head and started moaning. Once, I pushed his penis as far back in my throat as I could, then I returned, directing my tongue as I had been instructed. I was learning so much. I was proud to be his student.

The Father stroked my hair and moaned. I felt his tip get larger and pulsate. His warm juices sprayed into my mouth. The Father was sharing part of himself with me. I felt honored. I let his cum slowly run down my throat. I wanted to enjoy this moment. I kept his penis in my mouth long after it was limp.

I arose. I could see in his eyes he was very satisfied and proud of me. We embraced; held each other tightly in each others arms; our lips met. A warm feeling of caring and love came over me.

It was now my turn. I lay on the table with my legs spread. Orgasm after orgasm followed as the Father fondled and sucked. My penis would not go down. I was exhausted, but the wanting of more pleasure would not go away.

A hard, greased finger slipped under my balls, felt down into my crack, and found my asshole. My butthole offered no resistance. The finger slid in easily, all the way up. A second finger started its entrance, moving up slowly alongside the first. My hole opened wider. Both fingers slowly turned as they were gently moved in and out.

I was slid to the end of the table. The father lifted my legs high and spread them, pushing them back towards my chest. I knew what was going to happen. I wanted nothing more. I helped him open me as wide as possible.

I felt the touch of his hard tip. The erotic feeling of a hard shaft slipping through my expanded asshole followed. I felt stuffed. I felt full. I felt good. His penis moved deeper.

I wiggled to help it slide. Slow strokes followed. They built up to faster motion. Soon my butt was being pounded as the hard rod rapidly moved through and within me. I gripped the sides of the table. My butt wiggled and squirmed, demanding more and more. I was out of it. I screamed as cum involuntarily shot from my dick.

I don't know how long I lay there. I heard my name called. It was the Father. He was stroking me.

I felt serene. I felt tranquil. I felt cared for. I felt loved. I had passed through a new revelation of life.

"Your lessons are over, my son," the Father said quietly.

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