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 (4) A Private Meeting with Tomas...
... I had gone back to my moms house after the funeral. There was a wake there that my sister had set up. People that adored mom showed up that weren't at the funeral. I figured the 'shits' were only there for the free food. I walked around and thanked everyone for condolences and such. My hand was tired afterwards. I then stepped upstairs and into my old room just to get away from everyone. I was tired of all the words of love and kindness i was receiving. So I sat there on my old bed. Looking around my room.
"Nothing has changed in here" I said to myself "I figured she would have made this a sewing room or something before now"
I sat there in my bed and just sighed. I wasn't really sure what I was supposed to feel. It was my mom, yeah. And yes there was some sadness that lingered about me in regards to her death. But my mind kept producing the negatives about our relationship. How she made me feel for being who I was. How her and that damned church just made me hate myself sometimes. That why was i this way if that God damn book was right. But I hated them more. Her and moreover the church for making her this rigid and intolerant person. And I really hated the church for that. For making her this person I did not like anymore. So I did shed a tear or two. But not for the person she was when she died. More So for the person that i lost to the church.
"Fucking religion" I huffed to myself
And then I looked up as I heard the door opened. I wiped my fave quickly as I didn't want anyone to see a tear in my eye. But as I looked up I saw not my sister as I thought. It was Tomas, the priest. He looked at me with a softened caring look. He was the epitome of a priests face. Kindness to a fault.
"May I come in?" he said to me "Sure. Why not" I said with a snark. "I was hoping to be alone though"
He came over and sat next to me in the bed. He looked around the room a bit as he sat there. Seeing how it was the same from when I was young.
"This place hasn't changed one bit" he then said "It shows she loved you"
I turned to him, ready to bite his head off. But then I did look around the room. He was right. It was the exact same room from when I was still living there. Not one thing changed or moved from its place. Many things that i had left behind when I moved out. Things I didn't realize I had left behind. He was right. She had left it this way. Almost in an ode to me. Or maybe in a hope that i may return or something. I huffed aa I thought to myself. 'Why couldn't she let me know this? That she still cared about me. Regardless of the distance created between us by her obsession with the church and my stubbornness to just accept her beliefs and just leave it alone. We came from two different worlds after all. I sighed a deep heavy sigh as I sat there. Then looked ahead to the door. I then noticed he had closed it. And then i felt his hand on my shoulder.
"It's okay" he said as he squeezed at me. "Its okay to miss her" "Hell its okay to be upset at the church" "Not has not necessarily been your friend"
I turned to look at him again. His face was somber but had a slight smile to it. His eyes showing his caring of me and my predicament. Man was he gorgeous. That beard just accentuating the beauty of his mouth. That dark beard that surrounded those lips I so wanted to get my lips on. Then his hand moved from my shoulder down to my back. He passed it over my gently. Caressing at my body through my shirt. It felt very very nice.
"My church.." He then began "This church I have been brought to" "I committed to changing the way it thinks" "The old rules do not apply anymore" "And I have for the most part changed that."
I stared at him. Windering what he meant. How did he change this old bigoted church. I thought no one could. The old fat bastard priest made sure the old biblical rules stayed steady and firm while he was there. And I would assume the flock would not stray from those backwards beliefs. It here was this young and hit man of the cloth saying he had done the impossible. So of course unquestioned it.
"What do you mean changed it?" I asked
What could this man have done to change the ways if this stodgy and backwards church. And he said it took a while. But most who wanted the change stayed, and those who didn't left. But that was okay. Because he wanted a progressive and inclusive church for all. That was when his hand squeezed at my thigh. But rather than pull it away when I looked at him Tomas' hand stayed there. Then I looked at his eyes. Dark yet smoldering as he gazed back at me. Our eyes stayed on one anothers. And that's when I felt the sexual energy as it seemed to float off him and into the air at me. Tomas then seemed to be inching towards me. His mouth then slipping open slightly.
"Fuck. He is soo damned gorgeous" I said to myself "He is so close" "I want to kiss him"
Yes I wanted to kiss him. And as this moment that was passing, passed every so slowly. I wondered what was in this sexy mans head at that moment. And why was he looking at me like he was going to eat me alive. Tomas again moved in closer. Then I felt his hand that was still on my leg move up my thigh. Still lightly squeezing it. His eyes still locked to mine.
"Kiss me" he then said
And that was when he moved in on me.his mouth almost raving towards mine. This freaked me out and I pulled back from his action. Shock on my face. And he looked at me with some confusion now. Pulling his hand from me. Then he apologized. Freaked that he somehow made a big mistake with his actions.Turning away and moving to get up.
"I am soo sorry" he then said to me "I thought.."
I looked back at his as he stood. I then saw his crotch in his motion to get up. Tomas was exited. Did he have a hard on? Had he com on to me? 'Holy fuck' my head screamed at me. He had. Tomas was trying to kiss me. And I pulled away from this beautiful man. I could not believe I stopped him. So I reached over and grabbed his arm. Stopping him before he left
"No. Wait!" I shouted "I am sorry" "I didn't mean.. Um.. I just"
I was pretty much at a loss for words. I wanted to tell him how much I wanted him. How I think I always wanted him but just could find the words at the moment. He turned and my eyes fell down to the tenting in his pants. It certainly was very very nice looking. Very big from the side view I caught. And his ass was just as nice when he had turned away before. I lucked at my lips as I looked at it. He saw my eyes and where they were looking. And he trued to cover his crotch. But as I saw his embarrassment it actually excited me. Tomas this hot guy I have drooled over since my youth was wanting me somehow. And he had a very nice bulge. A promising bulge.
"Come sit back down" I said to him "Sit"
He looked at me as I still held at his hand. I knew I had to ease him for fear of losing my chance with him. But I was not going to lose it. I was going to get him, or figure out how to get him in my bed. I did do as he did though. Looked at him as I leaned into him. Then I said it was okay to kiss me. I licked at my hungry lips and and then kissed him. His eyes closed as the wetness exchanged between us. J couldn't believe I was kissing Tomas. My lips to hus luscious ones. I felt hus hand reach into my fave and cradled it, holding my face in it. And it was nice. Very nice. And I told him so.
"Very nice" I said to him "Yes. Yes it was" he said back. "Very nice indeed."
His hand left my face as his lips left my mouth. There was a dewy string hanging between us. And I wanted more of him. More kissing with the man. But as we were in my mom's house (my old house) all I got was that kiss, as sweet as it was. The the man tapped my leg and suggested we get back to the guests downstairs.i agreed and we headed out the door of my old room.
"We can.. 'Talk' later" he said with a smile.... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ More to cum