This is an adult gay story for adult gay men. I this offends you, DON'T read it. This is a fantasy, not a sex manual. Play safely.
Edgar was a good addition to our band of Merry men. A week after his visit to the Abbey he moved in. He was willing to help with any task, but was really helpful in the kitchen. As more men joined the Abbey, there was more cooking then Franz could reasonably do. Edgar was happy to do what he was told as long as his boss wasn't nasty or rude. Franz didn't have a nasty or rude bone in his body, so the two men worked well together.
A week later, I was in the pool area with Edgar and Ron. Edgar was lying on a bench beside the pool and Ron was slow fucking him. Edgar tended to get talkative when he was being serviced. Ron could easily fuck for an hour.
When Ron's horse cock first entered Edgar's diminutive body you almost expected to see the cock emerge from Edgar's mouth. Edgar was alike a small rabbit on a spit. Edgar would moan and shiver when Ron first entered, but after ten of fifteen minutes, he calmed down and both men relaxed.
Edgar seemed so innocuous I was puzzled how he got into prison. I asked Edgar how he ended up in jail.
"I guess you could say my folks weren't real nice," Edgar explained. "I was the runt of the litter as far as they were concerned and when they found out I was gay, they kicked me out."
"I'm sorry," I said. "That must have been rough."
"Well, it was rough, but I made it worse," Edgar admitted. "I had the worse case of cutting off your nose to spite your face ever. I fell in with a rough crowd. I thought they were my friends, but when the chips were down they left me hanging out to dry. They robbed a 7-11 and I got caught."
"Edgar drove the get away car," Ron explained.
"My friends didn't tell me the car was stolen," Edgar said. "They got me for robbing the 7-11 and for stealing the car."
"Bad luck," I muttered.
"I thought it was bad luck at the time," Edgar replied. "Being stupid and committing a crime is not just bad luck. Prison was hell until Rod showed up. I wouldn't recommend being a short, small fag in a place filled with big, horny convicts. I didn't mind getting fucked, but I sure didn't like getting raped."
"Ron came to your rescue?" I asked.
"Ron's a big man," Edgar said. "He doesn't like guys bullying a pipsqueak like me. He was the biggest guy in our cell block and he had the most meat. He scared away the bullies and kept me safe. I guess you could say I let him fuck me as a way to thank him."
"I watched you two and it hard to believe it fits," I said.
"I was a bit surprised myself," Edgar said. "I like sex." He looked at me and smiled. "I guess you noticed that. Well Ron was worried he'd rip me in half. I had to talk him into it. Damn if I didn't like it."
"There's a lot to like," Branford said. He had entered the room and joined us in the pool.
"Almost too much to like," Edgar said. "Ron's cock head was so big, I couldn't get it in my mouth with out scratching it with my teeth. It a real tight fit to get it in my ass but it was good."
"How long did it take to get use to it?" Branford asked. Branford was much more direct than I when it comes to sex.
"I can't say it was easy, but the first time his cock head touched my asshole, I knew it was going to be good," Edgar replied. "It was as if an electric shock ran through my body. It was pure sex."
"Are you sure it was pure?" Branford asked. He was smiling.
"I sure am sure," Edgar replied a little bit annoyed. "When you're in jail you got nothing. Nothing at all. No clothes, no possessions, no freedom and nothing you can do for anyone else. The only thing you can give is the use of your body. It's different when the guys used me. Stealing something isn't the same as giving it. I figured I could let Ron use my ass for his pleasure. That would pay him back for some of when he did for me."
"The joke was on Edgar," Ron said as he continued to make deep strokes into Edgar's ass. "He liked my cock as much as I liked his ass." Ron stopped thrusting. I could see his body twitching and I knew he was climaxing in Edgar's ass.
"Truthfully Edgar, I never thought of sex that way," Branford said. Ron slowly pulled out of Edgar's ass. For a few seconds I saw the ass gaping open. Cum dribbled from the hole as the sphincter closed. Branford watched and went over to Edgar, then eased his cock into the now empty ass.
Edgar didn't mind. They chatted as Branford pumped. They were friends, enjoying each others company. Maybe ten minutes later, Buster joined us. He took Branford's place in Edgar's ass. It was a pleasant night for all of us.
The next day, life at the Abbey got more complicated. Father Rex Woolard joined us. Father Rex was a well-known priest who had served several large parishes. He had been a good and faithful parish priest. I had always known he was gay, but had no idea if he ever acted on his instincts. I remembered having a long conversation with him about the role of chastity in the priesthood several years before. He was deeply and, I might say, almost desperately committed to the concept.
Father Rex was accused of molesting a 16-year-old boy. The story hit the papers and ruined his life. The boy later admitted the story was a complete fabrication. His parents were getting divorced and his mother admired Father Rex. The kid wanted to get back at her. The damage was done.
Rex made it through the scandal, but when it was over he had a mental breakdown. It was a very quiet breakdown. It took the form of withdrawal and extreme indecisiveness. Rex couldn't make a decision. Decisions such as waking up, or whether he should have a cup of coffee in the morning were well beyond him.
He went to a clinic for a month and then the Bishop sent him to us. This was way beyond my capabilities. Father Rex had serious mental problems. I didn't know how to deal with him. The Church is not a democracy, and the Bishop wasn't worried about re election. He thought we would be good for him. What the Bishop wants, the Bishop gets.
Father Rex had always been quiet. When he arrived, he was silent and not animated at all. Rex was still a handsome man, but he seemed shrunken. He said he was tired, so I took him to his room. He got on the bed and was asleep in seconds.
An old friend of mine, Father Gus O'Malley brought Rex to the Abbey. "He'll try to sleep 24 hours a day," Father Gus told me. "You need to get him up and functioning. He's trying to give up. The Bishop thinks he will do better in a more church like setting than the hospital."
"I'm afraid his problems may be greater than we can deal with professionally," I said.
"Some help is on the way," Gus explained, "Dr. Cohen will be visiting him regularly."
"The shrink?"
"Yes, the shrink. Cohen's a good man. He's the Bishop's psychiatric adviser," Gus said.
"I thought the Bishop was a pray for help man," I said.
Gus smiled. "Prayer is not a substitute for action. The Bishop is Catholic, not Christian Scientist," Gus left. The next morning Dr. Cohen called. He made an appointment to see Father Rex at 3:00 and asked to see me at 4:00.
Father Rex may have wanted to stay in his room all day but Ivan and Franz would have none of it. Ivan was a natural leader of men. He got Rex out of bed and got him to help in the garden. Franz made it clear if he was going to cook food, Rex was going to damn well eat it. Rex didn't talk much, but he did as he was directed.
Dr. Cohen showed up on time and spent an hour with Rex and then came to see me. Cohen was short, a bit portly and had a bushy beard. He was immediately engaging and to the point. "Brother Jules, this is an experiment on my part. Father Woolard wasn't making any improvement in the sanatarium at all. The Bishop thought the clinical environment was so foreign to his life, the sanitarium was contributing to his withdrawal," he explained. "We need to get into something like the religious environment he was use to."
"I guess that makes some sense," I said. "I just worried I might do something wrong. His metal problems seem too serious for amateurs."
"I'll give you my office and home numbers if there's a problem," the Doctor said. "You can relax though. He doesn't seem to have any self destructive urges. Father Woolard is not a man of action."
"The scandal would have been an ordeal to anyone," I said.
"Doubly so for Father Rex. I don't think he ever contemplated having sex with a boy. He was blind sided," Dr. Cohen said. "For most people, having the boy confess to the falsehood would clear the air. Father Woolard feels guilty about something and can't get rid of the feelings. He began to dwell on it and can't shake the guilt."
"He's guilty about being gay?" I asked.
"That's my guess," Dr. Cohen said. "I see we can be frank. The Bishop said you were realistic. You can call me Joe, by the way. Father Woolard's problems are peculiar. He feels guilt about thoughts and urges he has experienced, but never acted on. He's a middle-aged man, but he has the sexual experience of a sixteen-year-old."
"Rex went to the seminary at sixteen, didn't he?" I asked. Joe nodded.
"He had the guilt without the fun," Joe said, smiling. "He is not a worldly man. His view of life was Pollyanna like. When reality reared its ugly head, his world collapsed and he's lost. I think he hopes if he sleeps enough he will wake up and it will turn out to be a bad dream."
"My hope is Father Woolard will decide to live in the real world, rather than retreat to a fantasy world," Joe said. "He thinks homosexuality is a mortal sin, and if he admits it, he will go to hell. That's for just being gay, not for acting on the urges. As a Jewish psychiatrist I can say there are times when the Church has a lot of sins to answer for."
"How did the bishop find you?" I asked in mock horror.
Joe smiled. "The bishop says Jews are Proto-Catholics. He doesn't let faith get in the way of competence." It was getting late, so I asked Joe to stay for dinner. He agreed to stay, so we went to the dining room. I had a brief moment of fear when I thought we might be having ham for dinner, but when I walked into the room I could smell the roasting chicken.
Father Rex, Ivan and Branford were at the table with us and the conversation was animated and pleasant. Joe could draw conversation out of Rex. I saw Ivan watching the two men. He began using the same techniques. Joe had a way of including Rex in his conversation without being overt. Ivan was a fast learner. I also noticed Joe was giving Ivan the once over. We talked some after dinner, then Rex went to bed.
Joe apparently had much better gaydar than I. As soon as Rex was gone, he went over to Ivan and they talked. I went off and talked with some of the other men and went out to look at the garden before it got dark. After that I went to my room and read a book.
After an hour, I went to take a shower. The room was empty, but I saw some clothes in the dressing room. I stripped, showered and went into the steam room. The steam was very thick and while I could see there were two men in the room, but I couldn't tell who was in there.
"Who is it?" a deep voice asked. It was Ivan.
"It's me, Brother Julian."
"Os shit," another voice muttered. It took me a second or two, but I realized it was Joe.
Ivan laughed. "Don't worry. Brother Ivan is with the program." I went over to the other side of the steam room and sat next to them. Both men were hard.
I glanced at Joe's cock. "I see you're cut," I said. He had a short, stumpy cock with a huge mushroom head. It was big, boated, deep purple and almost bisected by his slit.
"Is everyone here uncut?" Joe asked.
"It's a mixture," Ivan said. "Do you a problem with uncut meat?"
Joe reached over and stoked my cock, peeling the foreskin back and exposing my head. "I don't have any experience with uncut men, but I kind of doubt I'll have a problem." He looked at my cock for a second or two. "In spite of the jokes, I'm one Jew who likes to suck."
"Do you swallow?" Ivan asked. Joe didn't answer. He was already sucking my cock. Joe may not have sucked and uncut cock before, but his tongue investigated every nook and cranny of my cock. He was uncomfortable at first, but as he relaxed we both enjoyed it.
Joe shifted from my cock to Ivan's. Joe had his ass in the air and his hole was wide open. I wasn't sure if it was an invitation or inadvertent. I reached over and touched it. Joe moaned. Joe had a hairy ass with swirls of hair on his buns. Between the swirls was his pink hole. The hole was in the middle of a pucker of muscle. A rosebud peaked out of the pucker. I circled my finger on the pucker. Joe twitched and shivered. I continued circling my finger and slowly worked it into his ass pushing the rose bud into him.
He had a very tight sphincter, but once I penetrated it, he relaxed and my finger went deep easily. His prostate was a finger's length inside. It was plump and as I pressed it, Joe moaned again. He liked the finger, but I knew he wanted more. I tend to like the bottom, but I wanted to plug Joe. My cock was drooling pre cum, so I got behind him and eased it into his ass.
At first I just nuzzled my cock head at his hole. I pushed gently. He didn't fight me, but he was tight. I bounced a few times pushing harder. I pulled back.
"Don't stop!" Joe cried and then went back to sucking Ivan. Joe began to push open his hole. The rosebud popped out and bloomed. He really wanted it. I spread some pre cum on his rosebud and pushed again. This time Joe opened his ass and he all but swallowed my cock.