Father Wally Makes Friends
Bald Hairy Man
This is pure fantasy. If you are offended by stories about gay men and gay sex, or if you are under age, DO NOT READ IT. It is not a guide to safe sexual techniques. It does not depict real men, or real situations. It does not depict necessary safe sex practices. Fantasy characters can do anything they want, real men can not!
I am Father Wallace Dudley Murphy. My father's uncle was a Monseigneur and my mother's aunt was the Mother Superior of her Convent. My parents didn't actually push me to become a priest. They just assumed I would become a priest. I expected that would happen too, and it did.
Ideally I would have risen to the rank of a Monseigneur or Bishop. That did not happen. After I became a priest and served my first church, St. Patrick's, my uncle said I was destined to be more parish oriented than hierarchy oriented. I was good with the men and women in my parish, but not attentive enough to the needs of the upper levels of the church administration. I don't think my uncle's remarks were a compliment, but I am not sure my parents understood that. I would never be in the running to be Pope.
For many men and women in the church giving up the possibility to marry and have children was a major problem. It was never a problem for me. I had other interests that did not include marriage. I liked helping people with problems. While I knew sin was a problem, I soon realized condemning sin was not needed. Almost everyone knew what sin was when they did it. Dealing with sin and avoiding it was the problem. I also noticed that many parishioners had no problem identifying sin in others. It was much easier than seeing it in them selves.
I was a successful parish priest, but I didn't get assigned to the big, prosperous suburban churches. I tended to serve center city urban churches.
By the time I was sixteen I suspected I was gay. I carefully studied the New Testament and noticed it didn't seem to mention it, and when I looked at the Old Testament, it hardly mentioned it. The Bible was exceptionally clear about what you should eat and which fibers you should wear, but not about sex with men. I noticed David and Johnathan were very close.
At the Seminary I discovered several special friends. My best friend, Tony, pointed out that "do unto others as you would have them do unto you" applied to gay men. Tony also realized that sucking a cock was obviously acceptable since it was so easy to swallow the evidence. He considered swallowing cum to be evidence of god's master plan for the human race.
Tony also considered slipping his cock into my ass as being acceptable, since he was more than willing to take my cock in his ass. I wasn't 100% sure about that. Eventually I decided it was true when my cock slipped into his hole. I also came to understand the importance of sex in everyday life with Tony's help.
Tony was friendly, perceptive, generous, and helpful. He too was not destined to become a Bishop. He would become a helpful advisor to Bishops. If the Bishop was confronted by a difficult situation and needed an agile mind to explain it, Tony was the man for you. Tony and I remained close friends.
I was a good and popular priest. My current church. St. Mary's was growing with the influx of Spanish speaking immigrants. I speak Spanish, and I soon was speaking it fluently. I was also lucky that I saw an accident in front of the church. A car was going down the street the wrong way an ran into a Latino man. I saw it and was able to explain what happened to the police. I was wearing robes for the noon mass, and the police appreciated my translations. There was an older, drunk man in the car and the police soon took care of the problem.
The Police Chief came to the scene and was pleased to see it quickly resolved. The police often called me since I could translate, and I was trusted person in the Latino and the police community.
I was not a pray to God and hope for the best man. While prayer is good, I believe prayer combined with serious thought and action is best. I try to encourage thought and channel that thought towards constructive paths.
St. Mary's, had once served a large, mostly Irish area. The rectory was designed for four or five priests. I was the only resident, but it served as an informal hotel for visiting priests. It was near the Cathedral, and a Catholic seminary and College. Father Tony had many friends, and he steered many of his friends to stay with me. Tony felt that a healthy relationship between priests was preferable to some of the alternatives.
At first I wasn't happy with this arrangement, but Tony was a good judge of character, and the men were sincere and pleasant. They were mostly taking classes or temporally assigned to the Cathedral and my mostly Latino congregation was new to them.
The first of Father Tony's friends to visit me was Father Sean. He was in his mid-twenties and had been raised by his ultra-conservative Irish mother. It was clear that while she was very motherly, she also smothered the slightest tendency for him to be independent. He was working in the church records to possibly canonize an 18th century priest who ministered to the Indians.
We were in a violent thunderstorm with the threat of a tornado, when he came to me to talk. "Father Tony told me you are a nice man. He said we shared some common interests." Sean said. "They are very personal interests. He said if I told you,"do unto others as you would have them do unto you," you would understand."
"You got to know Father Tony very well?" I asked. Sean nodded.
I smiled. "Tony and I are quite intimately acquainted," I said. "Not everyone is as comfortable as Tony and I were. Are you interested in an intimate relationship?"
He said yes. The storm moved on and we went to my room. We stripped. I had never seen Father Sean in anything other than his black suit with matching black shirt. He was clean shaven and shaved his head. He body was hairy like a gorilla, covered in curly black hair. He was well hung and semi erect.
I have auburn hair, that is almost red in full light. I have a hairy chest, and a treasure trail to my bush. I dropped to my knees and licked his knob.
"You don't need to do that!" he exclaimed.
"Can I suck it if I want too?" I asked.
"You want to?" he asked. I know a rhetorical question when I hear it, so I deep throated him. His cock twitched and I was afraid he might shoot off. It was a false alarm. His cock was already oozing precum. A few minutes later he asked if he could suck my cock. We switched positions. A little later we got on my my bed and sixty-nined. That was a total success. Ten minutes later we broke apart to catch our breath.
Father Tony told me I should ask if you wanted me to shoot off," Sean asked
"Of course, that is why were are here," I replied.
"Do you want to watch me shoot, or do you . . .?" he whispered.
"I like the taste," I said. "I like sperm in my ass too."
"I never done anything in Tony's ass," Sean said. "I didn't think he would like stuff like that. To be truthful, I don't know much about anything like that."
"Do you like what you have tried?" I asked.
"I have to admit, I loved it all,'' he said. Tony shot off in my mouth once. I though that would be awful. It wasn't. It wasn't delicious, but it was good. It was as if I was tasting his essence."
"Did he taste yours?" I asked.
"Nope, a few days later I was sent to substitute for a priest who had a heart attack. He died eighteen months later, but he was convinced he would return to the church. I tried my best, but the church just wanted him back. I was just an interloper." he said. "Of course there was nothing I could do right. It didn't see Tony again for two years."
"Would you like it if I were to take your load?" I asked.
He nodded. I leaned over and took his knob into my mouth. I ran my tongue around his cock head and then worked my tongue into his wide slit. Seconds later he began to shoot off. Sean must have had months of sperm stored in his balls. I took every drop. As soon as he shot his final ejaculation, he was asleep.
I was in the shower the next morning when he woke. He joined me under the water. I was surprised, but relieved he was okay with the previous nights activities.
"Last night was wonderful," he said. "I want you to fuck me. I've both wanted and been afraid of that. It's time to find out." We dried off and returned to the bedroom.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked. I lifted his legs after I lubricated my cock. His ass was hairy, but his pink rose bud peaked out of his ass. I caressed the little bud with my cock and then nudged my cock head into his hole as I spread his legs.
"My cock has reached your sphincter," I said. "Once I pop past the sphincter you are officially fucked. Do you want me to go deep?" Sean nodded.
I made a hard thrust. A split second later Sean discovered that he had a prostate. A little later I shot of deep in his ass. Sean moaned and then gobs of sperm erupted from his cock. He didn't shoot high in the air, but his knob looked like a mountain top covered in snow. I pulled out and began licking up his man seed.
I had to be at church for early mass, and Sean had a class. As we left the rectory, both of us knew that life at the rectory would be different.
A month later Brother Ambrose came to stay at the rectory. He was Sean's boyhood friend. Ambrose had planed to become a priest with Sean, but he had a crippling fear of public speaking that made that impossible.
He became a monk. He was sent to a local university to get a degree in accounting. Sean told me he was a math wiz. The church encounters periodic financial scandals. Ambrose was training to do internal audits to uncover problems before they went public.
That seemed odd to me, but Sean told me that his father was a detective who specialized in embezzlement. His father was killed in a mob hit when he discovered a major embezzlement scheme. Ambrose was just following in his father's footsteps. Sean was timid; Ambrose was ultra timid.
Ambrose was at classes when Sean talked with me about his friend. "I guess when you met Ambrose, you knew we were real close friends?" he said. "We were friendly they way you and I are."
"I didn't know that, but I knew that was possible," I said. "It doesn't surprise me."
"If I told him about us, would it bother you?" he asked.
"No, that would be fine. Most of the time knowing the truth is best," I said. "It's better to know the truth, than to walk in on us going at it."
"That's what I thought," Sean said. "When we were kids, we had another pal who joined us once and a while. Ambrose liked that. He is mostly a "Johnnie-one-note," but he liked Pete. Would you be willing to join us? You know a lot more stuff than he does."
I smiled. "Sean, you already know the answer to that question," I said. Sean smiled. A few days later, Ambrose came to see me. Sean was at a meeting.
"I guess that Sean told you that he and I are really close," he said. "We do a lot of stuff together. Sean told me you do some different naked stuff with him. He likes it a lot."
I smiled and said we enjoy each other's company.
"Would you show me how to do that sort of stuff?" he asked.
"I would be glad to help you out," I said. "I need to warn you that demonstrating sex techniques is the same as having sex. It includes emotional engagement and orgasms. Sex is person to person. When you watch a porn video, you get excited even though there is no physical contact."
"That seems odd to me," Ambrose remarked.
"Physical contact and ejaculating sperm is the objective of sex," I replied. "If it doesn't happen it's not sex." I paused. "Are you okay with that?"
"I hadn't thought of it that way," he said. "That makes sense. Do you think Sean will think I am cheating?"
"Many of our ideas about sex are related having children, and needing a family to support and protect the family," I said. "If you promise not to get pregnant, all is well with Sean."
Ambrose looked at me oddly. He then got the joke and all was well. I noticed his cock was tenting his pants. I decided to strike while the iron was hot.
I began to unbutton my shirt. Ambrose did the same. His clothes never fit well, and it was clear he was a jogger. He wasn't muscle bound, but he was in good shape. He had a dusting of hair on his chest, and a nice package.
He was looking me over. "It's big," he said.
"Cock size means nothing as long as it is big enough," I said as I dropped to my knees and began to suck him. He was uncut, but his knob was already exposed since he was nearly fully erect. His cock bent down, so it was easy to take. My tongue massaged the underside of his cock.
"Can you slow down?" he asked. "I'm getting close."
I pulled off. "Let's go to the bed and relax," I said. Somehow were got in the 69 position. He didn't expect that, but it was fine for us. He took my cock without hesitation.
He got quite enthusiastic, and then calmed down. "Are you going to take my load?" he asked.
"Eventually, I like to get as much cream from your cock as I can."
"Sean took mine once by accident," Ambrose said. "That was good for me, but he wasn't too sure. He said it didn't taste at all like piss."
"Have you taken his?" I asked.
"No, not yet. You kind of think I'm going to take yours, aren't you?" I said.
"Would you do that?" he asked.
"I sure would, but that is up to you. Some guys pull away," I said. "Cum is the only edible thing men produce, unless you're a cannibal of course. When a man feeds you his cum, and you take it, it can be special."
"Should I take Sean's cum first?" he asked.
"Ambrose, there is no way he can tell," I said. "Sometime guys choke on it and spit it out. That could be embarrassing for your partner. It's best if you can take it as a special present, from him to you."
"Maybe I should take your load first," he said.
"I shoot a big load," I said. Ambrose was soon hard at work on my cock. It turned out Ambrose was like a young kid taking his first Coke. He loved it. A fifteen minutes later I drained his balls and took what seemed like a pint of two of his special brew from his balls.
The next morning Sean was real happy. I suspected that Ambrose had feasted on a second load of home brew last night. The atmosphere at the rectory improved. We were all more relaxed. I suspected the easy exchange of semen helped to cement our friendship.
There was one odd change in Ambrose. He talked more and he gave a successful talk to his class about financial fraud. He discussed his father's embezzlement successes and said that had inspired him.
Several months later we had new resident, a German priest, Father Jurgen Holst. He was a friend of one of Tony's friends. He left Germany to avoid a bad situation. Tony told me he had been a successful parish priest. There was an anti-gay bishop who wanted to get rid of priests he suspected were gay. It was a leave town or be defrocked situation. A few years later that Bishop's unmarried secretary had a baby. The Bishop retired to a monastery.
Jurgen was not accused of homosexuality. It was just a suspicion. Jurgen knew a suspicion was more than enough to ruin him. Jurgen had taken English in the German equivalent of high school. He was not fluent and homilies required a more sophisticated vocabulary. Life being what it was, he was sent to predominantly Spanish speaking parish to improve his English skills.
Jurgen was six-four and 280 pounds, blond, balding, and with a muskrat sized beard. He was intimidating and his Colonel Klink accent was not a plus. However, the Lord gives and the lord takes. In Jurgen's case, he was a very good soccer player. He became the coach for the parish team. That was huge for the Spanish-speaking, parishioners, especially boys and girls.
We had a lackluster church soccer team. Our team was informally known as the St. Mary's Wetbacks. When Jurgen appeared the word wetback never was heard again. Two weeks after Jurgen became the coach, the team was transformed. He knew soccer forwards and backwards and the kids learned it all. The team won a game, and then more, and then still more. It turns out that when the priest has a winning soccer team, his problems with English hardly mattered at all.
He had the same language problem as did many of our Latino parishioners. Apparently Soccer is a universal language and they worked things out.
Jurgen happened to come upon Sean, Ambrose and me, in the shower in what the newspapers would call a compromising situation. I think it was technically more than that, since Sean was fucking Ambrose, and I was fucking Sean.
Jurgen smiled and said, "Sorry to interrupt," in his strong accent and left. Our group broke up shortly afterwards. Jurgen came by my room a little later.
"I am afraid we shocked you," I said.
"It was private," he said. "I am sorry to interrupt you."
"It is just some fun," I said. "We are just what is called here, friends with benefits."
He was quiet for a little while and said, "I like that kind of benefits. Sometimes I like to drain my balls with a friend." I was wearing a bathrobe. Somehow it fell open.
Jurgen came in the room and closed the door. He was naked under his robe. I know that body size and cock size are not correlated. Small men can have large cocks and big men can sport smaller ones. Some of that is an optical illusion. A six inch cock looks bigger on a five foot tall man and smaller on a six foot tall man.
Jurgen was tall, muscular and well-hung. He was quite hairy, but since he was blond, it was hard to see. His cock was attractive when it was soft. Tony talked about still life cocks. They were cocks that were the same size soft as they were hard.
I dropped to my knees to I sucked him. It grew to be a thick eight, or nine inch fuck tool. While he was almost a Nordic god, it took me only a few licks to realize he appreciated a skilled sucker. I knew he had seen Sean's cock deeply embedded in my ass. so knew my ass was available.
Jurgen was excited and a minute or two later he shot off. I had to swallow twice to keep from choking.
We talked afterwards. He liked fully mature young men who could take his cock without whimpering. He had a problem with an older man when he was younger. He would not do that to a young man. We all met his standard. I soon discovered that his balls recharged in ten to fifteen minutes. A week or so later I discovered I had considerable stamina, and my ass remained tight after multiple penetrations and orgasms.