This is a fictional story of a priest of my youth. I don't recall his name as I was a kid when I saw him. But he was one if my first crushes as a boy who would related realize he was gay. But this priest did look quite a bit like Alfonzo Herrera that played Father Tomas in the Exorcist series. Another gorgeous latin man I have seen in a few things. This is but a fantasy of a man of the church I had a crush on in my youth. So I really doubt he was gay. But then again with the Catholic church such a mess nowadays with sexual allegations and such. One may never really know. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ My Priest, My Lover (3) Laying Mother Down..
... 'Ah yes Tomas.' My head chirped "Sexy ass fucker you were"
My thoughts jumped back to days on our street. Mom and dad yelling at us to come in for dinner. Me put with my local friends from down the block. And my older sister and her boyfriend Tomas hanging out nearby and mostly just making out.
"Stop sucking face!" I would say "Its disgusting"
I would chant the icky chants if their kissing sessions. But my eyes were always on Tomas. Lean and muscular from sports in school. Looking really good and very appealing to the eyes. His dark hair full and wavy in its half neck length in his youth. His arms filling his t-shirt so well. The jeans he wore always hugging his butt. And every once in a while a decent crotch view of what appeared to be something nice tucked away in the shorts he wore.
"Hmm. Tomas" I would lightly huff to myself when I saw the guy
I knew back then that I preferred guys. Even in my youth. There was just a great tingle in my stomach whenever a hot guy was around. And back then it was Tomas that rang my bell. And seeing him again brought back that tingle in my stomach,and that tingle in my butt too. And I knew what a tingle in my butt meant. It meant I wanted dick in my ass. It happened any time I was hot for some guy. My ass would twitch as desire for them kicked into full gear.
"I wonder how he looks naked" I thought to myself "He was nice back in the day" "Smooth, muscular and just plain hot"
But no beard back then. And that beard made him sexier than ever. I wanted to pick his face as I sat there watching him talk. Listened to that sexy voice as he rolled out his sermon. I watched his lips moving as he spoke. Not really paying much attention to the words though. His shoulders looked broad enough in his clothes so I assumed his body was still in pretty good shape.
"Hmm" I softly sighed again as i started to get interesting images in my head.
..My head started to conjure up images of him there in his priestly black. Standing there at the podium amd talking to the masses sitting in the pews. I looked around at the people enjoying his sermon. Sone woth eyes closed as if they could get close to their God or something by just hearing him. Then as my head pictured this room and the hot priest. My eyes imaged everyone just frozen there as he continued to speak. Their bodies frozen there in time here at church. All of them frozen save for me and the talking priest. Tomas' head rising up as he spoke and he gazed over at me. Then the hit bearded man smiled at me. And I felt myself get all the hornier. I licked at my lips and his smile widened. Then his head went back down and he continued to speak. I turned to look at my sister and she too was frozen. Eyes staring blankly at the man at the altar at the head of the church.
"Are you okay" I heard myself say
Yet the words seemed to come out as echoes. Like they were passing through a tunnel somewhere distant from me and the church. She did not move. Not even her eyes moved to look at me. Again she as everyone else in the place sat frozen in this realm I had pulled them into. This obvious daydream I had pulled them into. Tomas continued to speak. His eyes now looking up and at me. Directly at me. He again smiled at me. Then his mouth parted and his wet tongue came out of it. He then seemed to pick his lips in an almost sensual manner. Then he waved at me. Telling me to come up to him. But only by gesture. I sat there for a moment. Then his eyebrow cocked up and he stated at me again. His head then motioning me to move.
"What the?" My head chirped "What is going on here?" "Its a dream. Is it not?"
I licked at my lips and he nodded his head. Smirking slyly at me. So I moved. I grabbed at the pew back in front of me and stood up. Again no one moved or looked at me. Eyes still frozen to the man ahead. I then moved passed my sister and to the left. Stepping out of the row and walking up towards the front. I could feel my dick throbbing in my pants more. And even that felt odd and almost dull in this trancicle state of what ever I was in. But I still moved forward and to where he stood. I got up to the area he was and stood next to him at the podium. Tomas' eyes looked at me. There was desire in them. Then he turned slightly, still speaking his sermon that I was not listening too.
"Oh your knees" his voice echoed from in my head.
It wasn't the words coming out of his mouth yet that was what i heard. Then his hand went down to his crotch and he groped himself before me. My eyes caught sight of the bulge in the black pants he had on. It was a nice and substantial one at that.
"Knees" the voice chanted again in my head
And it was clear what Tomas was saying in my head here in this realm of whatever fantasy I was living. So I followed the call and reached dor his crotch. Reaching forward to hus body and the crotch i could see. A nice slightly straining zipper line. Then I felt a sharp sting at my neck and a familiar voice telling me to stop. It was my sisters.
"What are you doing?!" She scolded "Huh. What?" I chirped back, snapping back to reality and still sitting in the pew.
I looked at her confused. It was obvious what I was doing in my state. I was reaching forward to something I could not. Tomas. I glanced before me and looked at the woman sitting in front of me. I quickly came up with a fast answer to my sisters slap and question why i was reaching for that woman's hair.
"Thought I saw a bug on her" I said softly "Oh my God" she chirped "You dint just grab at someone hair. No matter what you saw" "What is wrong with you?"
There were a few around us shushing the conversation. My sister apologized softly. A mortified look in her face.
"You are so embarrassing." She huffed
I looked up to see Tomas was looking at us. It was just for a moment and he went back to his sermon with little interruption. I saw a smile cross his gorgeous face. But again he went back to talking. I smiled as I looked at him again. Knowing the evil thoughts that were in my head. When the see in ended and we went up to the casket to see my mother one last time, Tomas was there. His gentle hand touching at my shoulder as he comforted me. Even if I didn't really need it. Not like mom and me got along much. But I loved the touch, the squeezed of it on me. I looked back at him as he did smile at me. So I smiled back.
"She is with God now" he said softly "Yes. She is." My sister chime
Then I felt the squeeze at my shoulder again from Tomas. He held it there a bit longer now. Then his hand passed over my back. Gently caressing it with his hand. Moving up and down my back. Then I felt his hand move down to my lower back and at my waist. It peaked my interest as to why his hand was so low. And it also caused my dick to thump in my pants again. We stuck around after people left. Only a few cars were headed to the cemetery for the burial. Tomas said he would meet us there. The burial was uneventful as well. Just a handful of close relatives sobbing as the casket was lowered into the ground. I just bowed my head solemnly as I really wasn't one of the teared up persons there.
"I must seem like a prick" I thought to myself
The service ended and the cars started to leave. Tomas asked me if i had a moment. My sister looked at me scowling. Saying I was in trouble by the priest for my actions today.
"Tomas doesn't play around" she said "So expect some words" "I will be at the car" "K" I huffed back
I watched her walk away. Then looked at Tomas as he stood there.
"Come. Walk with me" he said
We walked away from the grave. Then headed through the line of them and to a bench ro the side. We sat there and Tomas gave me an odd look. Then he began to say he understood that my mother and I did not get along. And that it was normal for this to happen with estranged kids.
"Its not that she didn't love you" he said "She was just very religious" "Yeah. I know" I said back to him "And your lifestyle..." He began
I paused as I stared at him. Had he known I was gay. Did my mom shout it out in disgust to everyone her son was 'queer' it aggravated me even more. I wanted to cuss her out if I could. Then Tomas placed his hand on my knee. And then he lightly squeezed it. I looked at the hot guy as he did this. His face soft and understanding as he held to my leg. The problem was his hand was turning me on again. Then he went on to say he had had many a conversation with my mom on homosexuality. And that he tried to make her see it was not the sin that the bible said it was.
"I have advised her that the bible is a book of reference." He stated "Not a book of factual events." "And after much discussion I do believe she understood" "So she still loved you, you see" "She just had her own demons to battle herself"
His hand then patted my leg a few times. He said it would be all okay. And hoped I could forgive her. I nodded in the affirmative.
"Good." He responded "I wants us to talk.more on this" "You have my council"
Then his hand squeezed at my leg again. It had moved up slightly along my thigh. And he smiled at me. My dick did a dance again in my pants. I sighed and we got up. I thanked him for his words and then headed back to the car. I had to reach down and adjust my hardened cock as I did.
"Damn he is sexy" I said again.... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ To be continued