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Message #18 To: Subject: My first...
I really like this sub-board, and I envy all you guys that had a really ideal, dreamy first time. I'm relating my first time not so much because it was the stuff fantasy is made of, but because it was so unusual and unique in it's circumstances. At lease I think it is...I've never met anyone who had anything like this happen to him. Here goes...
When I graduated from a public Jr. High about 12 years ago, I decided that I wanted to attend a local all-boy's high school, because at the time I had a very intense interest in becoming a priest in the Roman Catholic church, and this was a Catholic school well know for being an excellent prep school for future seminarians...not that they only turned out priests, mind you. Anyway, my local parish church offered to pay my way, and I went. I was 15 years old, very innocent, and very naive.
My first day at the school, I somehow captured the attention of a certain priest, who stopped and talked to me at length. He was very warm and sweet to me, and I needed the positive attention he was giving me because I was feeling very insecure. He was handsome and young-looking for his age, and though I can't say I was attracted to him, I did feel him drawing me to him, charming me in a way I had never yet experienced. He was the prior of a seminary near where I lived, and he offered to give me rides to school from then on, so I wouldn't have to take the bus. At this point, I suspected nothing, not realizing that even a "man of the cloth" could be capable of ulterior motives.
As time passed, "Father" and I became very close friends. He often invited me to the seminary to have supper, after which we would go to his private room and we would talk or he'd help me with my homework (I needed the help...I was carrying 7 solids that semester!). After a while, he very carefully developed a physical neutrality between us...he thought nothing of reaching out and touching me on the arm, the neck, the back, the chest...he'd even pat my flat, hard little tummy and rub it, and chuckle. He eventually began hugging me...not little innocent hugs, but long, meaningful ones that I had never had from my father; I didn't understand what was happening, and I wasn't sure it was "right", but I liked it. Throughout Jr. High I had gradually come to a subliminal realization that I was gay, though at the time I don't think I attached that label to it. I remember having watched all my friends take off their clothes in the locker before and after Gym class, and lusting after them passionately all the while wondering why I felt that way, yet never questioning it. It is therefore little wonder to me that I enjoyed "Father's" advances...they were what I had been wanting all along.
At any rate, our meetings became more frequent when I began to work at the church adjoining the seminary shortly thereafter. I was going over to see "Father" about every other night, and his embraces and touches were becoming more and more intense. One night, he laid me down on his bed with him and he slowly worked a hand down the front of my pants. I got so hard I thought I would explode, and it felt so damned gooooood!...but I was scared to death too! The conflicting emotions battled in my head while he kissed me and helod me in his arms for hours. Finally, he opened my pants, and started to try to pull them off. I don't remember what I was feeling as he started to do this, but I remember him looking at me, and then getting a sweet, compassionate look on his face...and then without saying anything, he fastened my pants again and just held me for a while. What a look I must have had on my face! I felt relieved. The pressure was off, and I was safe again in his arms. I am to this day thankful that he did not press his advantage at that time, because I know now I was not ready, and he, in his wisdom, realized that. On my way home on my bicycle that night, I resolved that no matter what "Father" wanted to do with me, the next time we got together, I would let him have his way. I tingled with anticipation.
A few nights later, I went to the seminary knowing that I would leave there a different person. I had supper with "Father" and the seminarians (who, incidentally, seemed utterly oblivious to what was going on, as was my family), and, having had a little more wine than I was usually accustomed to (yes, they let me drink!), I went with "Father" to his room. He began almost immediately seducing me, holding me and fondling me to a purpose, and for the first time, I began reciprocating. Each caress and kiss of his was answered with one of my own as we melted into each other. Gradually, almost imperceptibly, items of clothing disappeared from our bodies until at last we were blissfully naked together. I remember feeling like the touch of his soft skin was the most beautiful sensation I had ever experienced, and the soft, long, downy black hair of his body against my lily-white, nearly hairless skin stimulated me as I concentrate d on every last nerve ending in my body, not wanting to miss a single sensation. His mouth found its way to my swollen cock and he sucked me until I thought I would scream! Then we bagan to masturbate each other, slowly and gently at first, gradually increasing in speed and intensity. When he came, I was enthralled...I had never seen another man ejaculate before, and I was fascinated. Then I situated myself on top of him and, rubbing against his belly while we kissed, stimulated myself to an explosive orgasm. We lay together for a long time after it was over, saying nothing, enjoying each other. At last, he said to me, "what a wonderful love we have...so tender, so free...", and he trailed off, looking at me with true love in his eyes. I was too overwhelmed to feel any specific emotions, but I nodded agreement, and snuggled close to him.
In the ensuing 2 years, I suppose "Father" and I became lovers, though I can't say I ever really fell in love with him. Though we continued to make love regularly, I still loved him more like a son loves his father...he was the "daddy" I never really had. By the time I broke off my friendship with "Father", for various personal reasons, we had experienced a great closeness, and I was ripe and ready to explore other men as we had explored each other. Writing this has been an excercize in appreciation of this experience for me, I think, for in doing so, I have realized that I have fonder memories of it than I thought.
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