Ian's Story -- Part 2
Father Dennis worked on finding me another place to live, but, it was hard to place a 15-year-old boy, even a well behaved one like me, who might be gay. I was moved to the Rectory, to another of the many spare rooms, to make room in the basement of the church for more temporary people, including a few mothers with children. Mrs. Donnelly cooked for us all, some of the women who were taken in helped out, some just were so down that they could not.
I had my 16th birthday. My mother sneaked me a cake, a card, a new shirt, and apologized that she could not do more. Mrs. Donnelly cooked us lobster for dinner, the only time I had ever had it there, and Father Dennis confirmed that it had not happened in his three years there. It appeared that she liked me. I had gotten used to life there, my friends knew I had been thrown out of the house, but not necessarily why, and was living at Sacred Heart.
Rodney and I still were getting it on, he had his driver's license and we could go places where there was privacy, and we had gotten into fucking. Father Joseph was more and more out of it, and would ask who I was, from time to time. My chores included a lot of cleaning of the Church and the Rectory, and caretaking the minimal grounds and washing the Priests' car, a plain, but new, black Ford, which only Father Dennis drove.
I knew what happened at the Meat Rack, in general terms, Rodney had hung out there to see what might happen, he got picked up by a guy, got a blow job, and $15, but the guy was gross, and the blow job not very good, so he was not much interested, and had a girl friend who would suck him off while he ate her out. No fucking though.
So, I decided to hang out there, and see if I was worth anything to anyone. It turned out, I was. I watched the other guys, some of whom I knew from high school, and talked to a few, about what to charge for what, how to make it known I was available, how to avoid the cops.
It did not take long for Father Dennis to catch on to what was going on with me.
"I see you hanging out at the bus stops," he commented one evening. "That can be dangerous, you know, diseases, being arrested, being beat up, it all happens."
"I know, but, I really need more money than I am making bagging groceries, and it really pays well. And I am careful. Nobody fucks me without a condom, I really take a good look at a cock before I suck it."
"Have you figured out that I am gay?" Father Dennis asked me.
"Sort of," I said, "but, so what? It is OK by me. You have been OK with me for months now."
"What would you say, or do, if I asked to have sex with you?"
I was stunned. But, I was turned on, as well.
"Yes," I said, "you are a hot, hot, man, all the women think so, and so do I."
"Come up to my room?"
"Sure." And we went up to his room. He had a single bed, the room was very spare, but, there were a lot of books.
He sat on the edge of his bed, "Come sit next to me." I did. He put a hand on my leg, I mirrored him, I was getting hard, so was he, I could see it under his pant leg. I felt it up. I am hung, but he was better hung, at least his cock. He kissed me. I have hardly ever kissed a guy. Rodney and I did not kiss, he thought it was confirmation that he was gay. Kissing Father Dennis, was good, and as we got into it, it got better. I pulled off his black shirt, he pulled off my T shirt. I unzipped his pants, he undid mine. Our cocks were out, hard, we stood, pulled pants off, and shoes as well.
His body was amazing, fully fleshed out, muscles on muscles when he flexed. Hairless balls and chest, and ass. His cock was at least 7.5 inches long, uncut, and medium thick. It was at least .5 inches longer and somewhat wider, than mine. I went down on it.
"You know, this is against my vows, I know it, and I resisted you until you were 16, and legal."
"It is fine with me," I said, "I am willing and able to do whatever you want."
"I am thinking of leaving the Church and just going into social work, to help people, without the God parts holding me back from being me."
"I don't think God cares if someone is gay," I offered, "if he even knows what any of us are doing or thinking."
"I just do not know," he said. "When I was your age, I just went with the flow at St. Xavier's prep, where it was thought that most of us would become priests. Which, in fact, most of us did, but some had dropped out. Unofficially, it was ok for us to have sex with girls during summer vacation, as long as we confessed, and, vowed to not do it again. But there was plenty of gay sex, and sex between the Brothers and each other, and, with some of us, the students. I tried the girls, and could do it, but it was easier with the other guys."
That being said, he gave me the best blow job of my life so far. I returned the favor. His precum, and there was a lot of it, tasted of the chili we had had for supper the night before.
"So, you have been fucked?" he asked.
"Yes, but I would rather top," I had learned the lingo from the older guys on the Meat Rack.
"I am OK both ways, and, it is time, when we are just the two of us, to call me Denny. Want to fuck me? For starters? And we will see where this all goes."
"Sure," I said, "I have some condoms and lube in my room, I can go get them."
"I do, too. I have been hoping for this day, but feeling guilt about it, and keep vacillating about it."
"Let's do it," I said, "and make it last."
So, we did. He had cleaned out his hole, we took a shower together, there was one down the hall, Father Joseph had gone to bed, Mrs. Donnelly lived on the floor below.
He was really tight, but, I was really hard. "I haven't been fucked in two years," he said, "when I was on vacation in Miami Beach, South Beach to be exact, sort of a Provincetown of the south, totally out of my priestly clothing. So, I want it, but go really slow."
I did. I went slow. I could have cum at any moment but held back. It was so hot, fucking this incredibly handsome guy, with a great body. I agreed with the girls in the church group, he was wasted in the Catholic church which did not allow marriage.
Once I was in, he was OK, and he began to move against me, bit by bit, and I could see the pain turn to pleasure on his face. "Kiss me," he said, "and play with my pecs." He had absolutely great pecs, nipples at the bottom of rounded mounds of muscle.
Once all that began, with his hands on his cock, he came, up to our chins, with lots and lots of cum, "A week's worth," he said. That put me over the edge, and I came in the condom, in his ass, and laid on him, bellies smeared with his cum.
We then snuggled. "I miss the sex, but I also miss the cuddles that people who have sex sometimes have," he said.
I agreed. Most of the paid sex I had had was cum and done. And what Rodney and I had done, and we had done it a lot, was cum and done. He viewed cuddles like kissing, a sign of being gay. In his view, sucking cock, and taking it up the ass, were just about getting off, no different than masturbating, and not a sign of being gay.
So, Denny and I cuddled, and, I would have stayed the night, but his bed was just a twin, and too small.