This is the second part of The Novice story. The copyright statement at the end still applies.
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THE NOVICE - Part Two
Aidan led Paul down the corridor towards the office of Fr Abbot Ignatius that lay at one corner of the second floor of the Abbey of St Priapus.
The memory of the shower was still very fresh in his mind, playing almost as a flashback as they approached the door. He felt clean and refreshed, satisfied and yet frustrated all at the same time, mixed with a slight sense of nervousness again about what lay ahead.
He had so wanted that completion, that glorious moment with Aidan in the shower and yet he accepted at the same time that it must be so, that patience would have is final reward and that the reward would indeed be an ongoing one.
Had he actually had an orgasm in the shower, he would have felt replete and he knew he would have repleted Aidan also as they shared with each other their holy nectar as they had shared with other their mouths, their tongues and their cocks. The hands that had explored every inch of each other's body applying the soap and shampoo, the intimate washing of each other's genitals and asses, the gentle retraction of the foreskins in order to soap the engorged rosebud of the cockhead beneath. The delight of Aidan using his fingers to soap and caress his ball sac, the involuntary moans of pleasure that had escaped his lips especially when Aidan had inserted a soapy finger into his asshole. He had evoked similar sounds from Aidan as he had reciprocated, his soapy hands ranging over Aidan's hard eight-inch manhood and heavy ball sac and when his forefinger had soapily entered Aidan's obviously well-exercised asshole. He had so wanted his own cock to enter that cavern, that temple, that cathedral of joy and lust the way his finger had done. He would willingly also at that moment have surrendered his own asshole to Aidan's cock and thrilled to it parting the gates of his ass, exploring and thrusting inside, massaging his prostate as they moaned in mutual pleasure.
"Fuck me now", Paul had implored Aidan at that moment.
"Patience Paul", had been the reply but with a smile.
Instead they had turned to each other full frontal and their hard cocks had rapported together as their lips met and engaged together, parting to allow their tongues to commune and explore each other's mouths. Before they had entered the shower they had both cleaned their teeth and the minty taste had lingered on Aidan's white teeth as Paul ran his tongue over them. The water spray had run over their bodies, washing off the soap and where their cocks met had fallen like a waterfall down to the floor of the shower.
Paul had wondered if there was precum in that waterfall, it was more than likely. Naturally he had wanted to kneel and worship Aidan's cock with his tongue and mouth and seek the grace of that clear nectar but having asked and been told to be patient about the fucking he had accepted that the answer would be the same about the sucking, deciding that anything Aidan took the lead in would be all that could be done in the shower.
He had closed his eyes when requested as Aidan had applied the shampoo to his hair, enjoying the sensation of those fingers running through the dark brown locks and massaging his scalp, followed after rinsing, by the conditioner. When he had done the same with Aidan's cropped blonde hair it had been almost like caressing velvet and he had found himself wondering what it would feel like when he got the chance to do the same when Aidan's hair was dry.
One thing he had noticed as Aidan removed his towel after stripping Paul naked was that there was no pubic hair even before he had feasted his eyes upon Aidan's cock. Before that he had studied the smooth defined abdomen, the large prominent nipples that had suggested themselves from under the T-shirt whilst at the station.
Aidan had sensed the inquisitive expression on Paul's face regarding the lack of pubic hair.
"That is our tonsure", he had explained without further elaboration.
Aidan had clearly been studying Paul's own chest after removing the shirt. Aidan could see he was not quite as smooth, that there was a downy covering between his Paul's own nipples. At least in the tit department Paul felt that he could measure up to Aidan!
Aidan had undone the belt of Paul's slacks and undone the top catch before pulling down the zip. The fly had parted to reveal the whiteness of Paul travel-stained Y fronts and freed his own seven-inch cock to bulge out from behind the material. He had smiled but said nothing as he tugged them down Paul's legs that were again covered in a similar light down. Paul was proud of his legs and could see that Aidan was suitably impressed as he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of the slacks, only his socks and underwear remaining.
They had not remained on for long. Aidan had exclaimed Ecce Homo! in Latin as he prised the y fronts downwards, allowing Paul's rapidly hardening cock to spring out and forward from its prison and his balls to drop down lower as they encountered the free air. Paul had then automatically lifted one foot and then another for Aidan to remove his socks and he had stood naked before Aidan, electrified, erect and expectant. At that point Aidan had whipped off his towel and had led him after they had cleaned their teeth and had collected the shampoo, soap and conditioner, hand in hand into the shower.
When their hair was rinsed, Aidan had pushed a button and the shower died.
Walking out of the shower, Paul had noticed that the crumpled clothes were no longer on the floor, instead there were two piles on a table, he recognised one pile as having come from his own case. There was clearly evidence of a smooth, well-rehearsed and practiced system. On top of the clothes were his comb and his wallet and a packet of travelling paper tissues that had been in his slacks, along with the coins that had been in his back pocket.
They had towelled themselves down and for some reason Paul found his erection subsiding at the thought of having to dress. He noticed that Aidan's cock was doing the same as Aidan towelled his legs.
Up or down, its still a beautiful sight he had thought to himself.
"Right time to dress and get you to the Abbot Paul," Aidan had said, clearly still admiring Paul's cock in its more restful state.
"In just my ordinary clothes?"
"At this stage yes. You will notice though that the underwear is not from your case."
The item on top of the folded clothes was a white jock; it was the same on Aidan's pile.
"That's the first vestment you get," Aidan had said with a grin.
"I've never worn one before." Paul had confessed.
"You're joshing me." Aidan's tone was surprised.
"No, honestly! Seen pics of course but never had one before!"
"What did you wear when playing sport?"
"Just athletic briefs..."
"You poor deprived kid!" Another impish smile, Aidan was good at impish smiles.
"Can you work out how it goes on?"
"Just about!"
"Watch me first just to be sure!"
Aidan had dropped the towel and picked his jock up from the table. He put his left leg through the opening and then his right through the opposite opening, pulling the waistband up his legs and his equipment vanished inside the pouch as he positioned the waistband, quite a thick one, around his waist and ensured that the rear portions found their home underneath his buttocks. Paul could see that Aidan's cock had nestled slightly to the left in the pouch. Aidan had turned round so that the behind view could be studied, his ass now beautifully framed and emphasised, looking almost like a peach with the mountains of his buttocks delineating the inviting valley that lay between.
Paul had obediently done the same, aware that Aidan was watching every move. The first thing he was aware of was the feel. It was half-strange to feel his jewels enveloped in the soft ribbed material and yet feel his ass free but it had felt good and hoped it looked good to Aidan who confirmed his approval with a nod.
"Right get the rest on."
Aidan noticed that whoever had laid the clothes out had selected a white T-shirt, white socks and jeans, 501's, from the case. He had wondered if there was any particular significance to this choice.
Whether there was or not he didn't ask and Aidan didn't volunteer any explanation as he himself dressed in a white T-shirt and shorts as well as white socks. Paul's socks were black but he hadn't brought any white ones with him he remembered. Paul donned the T-shirt and climber into the 501's, stuffing the T-shirt inside the waistband and clasping the belt together. He stepped into his shoes again as Aidan put on his sandals.
Paul had noticed that his toilet bag had also been left on the table. "Am I to shave"? he asked.
In answer Aidan had brushed the back of his right hand down Paul's left cheek.
"Doesn't seem too bad", "chuck some cologne or after-shave on if you want to."
Might as well put my favourite on Paul had thought to himself, opening the bag and selecting the bottle of Avon Musk after-shave. When he had applied some, Aidan had leaned forward and given him an appreciative sniff, the tip of his nose brushing Paul's right cheek.
"Nice", was all he had said.
Paul's mind returned to the present. The Abbot's door loomed near and he was aware that music was being played within, it sounded like an opera chorus although he didn't recognise it.
"I'm going to leave you now Paul, see you later - just knock," Aidan said before kissing him on the lips and vanishing quickly down a corridor around the corner.
Paul coughed nervously and then raised his right hand to knock on the door, would it be heard above the music? He knocked gently three times and awaited a response.
None came, so he knocked again, this time a little louder.
Again no response, the music inside sounded though as if it was reaching its conclusion and within a few seconds there was silence.
Fearful that there would be another track starting, Paul quickly knocked again."
"Venite!" Came from a voice behind the door.
Venite? What could that mean? Then some long buried thread of memory returned to him - a long-forgotten fragment from a school carol concert Venite Adoramus, O come, let us adore Him!" Paul pushed down the handle and the door swung inwards, taking a deep breath he walked through.
Directly in front of him he could see a large cross at the other side of the room and beneath it the figure of the Abbot, he recognised the face immediately from the photographs and the beaming smile of welcome emphasised the deep blue eyes. The Abbot was actually dressed in a habit and it looked like a monks habit that he had seen so often on films on television, but what surprised him most was the colour, a light shade of pink. From the neck hung a golden crucifix on a chain, but it was not one he had seen in any church. The figure that hung upon it was naked, and the penis was erect, the Cruciphallofix.
"Croeso Brawd Paul," the Abbot said as Paul walked towards him.
"Diolch Abad Tad", Paul automatically replied in the Welsh language in which he had been greeted, his native tongue.
Paul knew what he was supposed to do. He knelt on one knee and took the proffered right hand, kissing the gold ring on the third finger, then rising up, he bent over the Cruciphallofix and kissed the tip of the erect gold penis before rising to full height and kissing the Abbot full on the lips three times.
"Welcome indeed Brother, I regret we cannot continue in Welsh as although I lived in Wales, I never got the chance to practice it much." The accent had a mixture of northern English and Welsh also to it. "I trust you had a good journey?"
"Quite a good one Father."
"Splendid and how do you find us so far?"
"So far everything has been good Father, especially the food and the shower..."
"Of that I have no doubt." There was a knowing twinkle in those blue eyes.
"Let us be more comfortable." The Abbot inclined his head to a couple of red leather chesterfield chairs at one side of his desk, Paul could see the computer screen and keyboard upon it, along with books, pens and writing materials.
"Cigarette?"
"Yes thanks Father," Paul had forgotten he had not had one since being in the kitchen with Columba.
The Abbot opened a box on the desk, extracted two cigarettes and lit them both together with a Zippo lighter that also lay one the desk. He picked up an ashtray from the desk, placed it down on the side of one of the chesterfields, and sat down. Once Paul was seated in the other he handed him one of the cigarettes. Paul took it with a quick "diolch" and inhaled.
"You timed your arrival well, I was just playing music on the stereo."
"Yes I heard it Father - what was it?"
"Do you know Wagner's Tannhaüser?"
"I know the overture and The Pilgrim's chorus..."
"Everyone knows those, this is another chorus Freudig, begrüssen wir, the chorus of Knights and Ladies, I'll play it for you later," the Abbot took a drag and inhaled.
"Thanks I would like that."
"We love beauty in many forms at the Abbey, music is one of them. Naturally all the brothers have different tastes, mine are varied, but classical is high on the list. We allow personal stereos and have an extensive library that can be borrowed from, along with the personal stereos. They only need to be noted on the computer there that you have them and you return them when you have finished. Unfortunately the only bigger stereos are here in this office and the music room for larger gatherings. During your noviciate, you will only be able to borrow from the library on your sex-Sabbath day."
Paul understood the phrase; it had been well-explained before he came. The sex-Sabbath was one day a week when the brothers rested from sexual activities of any kind. It was a day when they rested from work also and were free to pursue their own interests, read, meditate, write, surf the Internet or anything else they wished to do. It was operated upon a rotating system, as was much else in the Abbey and it meant that there would be some eight or nine brothers observing it on any of the six days that were not a Sunday (which was subject to different arrangements again). He also knew that for the six months of his Noviciate it would be on the same day as Columba, the Master of Novices.
"From our communications, I feel I know you quite well Paul, you have shared some of your heart and mind with me just as I have shared some of mine with you. It is not just myself who discerned your sense of vocation for the Abbey but the rest of the Council who have also read everything that has exchanged between us. We have talked and prayed for guidance, as I know that you have, that this might be right for you in your spiritual path and that you might be right for us in ours. But we are still fallible, we can make wrong judgements, as can yourself so that is why we have this period of Noviciate, as is the case in any more conventional order, to test your vocation."
"I quite understand that Father."
"Oh by the way I am only Father in formal rituals and gatherings, you may call me Ignatius or Brother the rest of the time, I am as much one of the flock as a shepherd. We have equal status outside of the different roles we play here in the Abbey. As you know, I am subject to election every year, as are my six council brothers, by the members of the whole Abbey apart from the Novices. The next election is in five months so if you want to vote me out you will have to be patient." Abbot Ignatius grinned and Paul managed a small chuckle.
"Shortly Brother Columba will join us with some coffee. Firstly we will pray together and I will give you my private blessing, after we have finished the cigarettes though."
"I have been told about the Holy Welcome but not the private blessing..."
"I can only apologise, it was a genuine oversight. It is a simple dedicationary prayer for your Noviciate, there is no fixed form involved, just two brothers seeking God's blessing for all that is to come and for his guidance, naturally it is done naked before God."
The cigarettes were soon extinguished. Paul watched the Abbot stub his out in the ashtray and he did the same shortly thereafter. He studied more closely Ignatius' face, the shaved head flecked with a grey down, the luxuriant eyebrows, the blue eyes, the slightly irregular nose, and the remarkably unlined cheeks. Not bad for a man pushing fifty, Paul thought to himself as he studied the lips and the chin.
"After we have prayed I will explain the Holy Welcome in more detail to you Paul", the Abbot said as he stood up from the chair. Paul also stood up; it was obvious that the moment had come.
Without being told, Paul lifted up his T-shirt up over his head and let it fall to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and removed his socks and then looked at the Abbot who was studying his every move. In response the Abbot lifted the Cruciphallofix on its chain from off his shoulders, kissed it reverently as Paul had done and laid it on his desk. He then removed his sandals to reveal already naked feet; Paul noticed that the big toes were smaller than the toes next to them.
Next, the Abbot pulled aside the top of his robe that had been skilfully held together by Velcro and the robe dropped easily down to his feet. As Paul' eyes automatically scanned down the broad, lightly hairy chest he noticed the prominent nipples, the slightly paunched belly and the waistband of the jock presiding over the bulge contained in the pouch. The legs were well proportioned and strong, again lightly hairy.
Without any prompting, Paul undid his belt and quickly opened up the buttoned fly of the 501s, prising them down and stepping quickly out of them. He thought that he cock would by now be rising and swelling into erection, and yet strangely enough it did not, neither was there a sign of an erection inside the pouch of the Abbot's jock.
There was clearly no sexual intent in this impending act of prayer then. It was to be pure nakedness with each other and before God. Paul commenced to slowly remove his jock but the Abbot stopped him.
"Wait."
"Why?"
"We do each other the greatest honour in love and service by bringing about each other's nakedness."
Ignatius knelt down so his face was level with Paul's crotch. With his hands he reached out and slowly began to pull his jock down so that his cock fell forwards as the material retreated over it.
"I make you naked and I contemplate your cock in the joy of Christ." With these words he lightly kissed the tip of Paul's foreskin, it was a kiss of reverence for an icon of God. He stood up again and Paul knew that it was his turn as he stepped out of the fallen jock.
He knelt down in front of Ignatius' crotch. He could better see the bulge of the material now, demanding revelation.
He slowly began to pull the jock down from Ignatius' waist. As the cock appeared he used the same words that the Abbot had used at the same time studying what lay before his vision before kissing it with the same reverence.
Again the tonsure...
Although it only appeared of average size it was still a thing of beauty. The veins on the top of the shaft were well defined, the hooded head a good proportioned size, the end of the foreskin fully enclosing the head ending in the shape of a tongue, surrounding the interior and producing an entrance in the shape of a triangle.
Around the base of the cock and round the bottom of the consort ball sack was a golden cock ring.
Paul wanted to contemplate it in its other state but knew he would have to wait, at least a little longer. He stood up again and looked the Abbot in the face as Ignatius stepped out of the jock.
"Now let us kneel."
They sank to their knees facing each other. Ignatius took Paul's hands in his own and gently held them as Paul bowed his head and closed his eyes.
"Father God, we kneel nakedly before you to seek your blessing. I thank you for bringing Paul safely to us here at the Abbey. I thank you for his heart, his commitment to seek to serve you and for his love. I thank you for his willingness to seek out and discern this holy vocation, for that desire within him to love you and to love his brethren with all that he is and all that he has. I thank you for his homosexuality, that special gift in a troubled world that can offer healing and reconciliation, which can be a true mirror of your creative and sacrificial love.
"I thank you for his body, that it may be a vehicle of love and lust, for the beauty of his cock and for the divine seed in his balls, for his anus, for his nipples, for all of his erogenous zones, for his mouth, for his tongue and for his lips. For his hands also as they labour to serve you in many different ways.
"I pray for him now as he prepares for his Holy Welcome to our brotherhood, that he may experience and understand its significance and meaning and that his heart and body may thrill in unison as we mark his entry into the Noviciate.
"I pray that he will have a willing heart and a willing body and a willing mind, that he will have patience and meekness, that he will learn the joyous freedom of serving you and his brothers. I pray that as his vocation is tested that it will be strengthened and confirmed and that he will wish to continue with us.
"I ask these things in the name of Jesus Christ our Saviour, King, Brother and our Lover. Amen and Amen."
"Amen", Paul responded.
"You may pray if you wish to now Paul," it was clearly not a command but an invitation that Paul found that he wished to take up.
"Father God," he began hesitantly, hoping he could find more words to follow. Suddenly the words were there.
"I thank you for bringing me to this place. I thank you for pointing out my path and for calling me to be with my gay brothers in this holy Abbey, to be with them in our common maleness, our common gayness and our common humanity.
"I cannot see the whole path, but we know it is one step at a time, a step of faith, a step of learning. When the way is hard be with me, when I need guidance provide it, when I am tired refresh me. When I am unforgiving or resentful may I remember your forgiveness and seek that of others.
"May my body be a temple at which my brothers will worship with joy and may I worship at your holy temples with joy and of love. Lead me in your paths now and in the future.
"Bless Abbot Ignatius and all the brethren as we seek this common goal.
"Yn enw Jesu Grist, Graredwr, Brenin, Brawd ac Gariad i ni, Amen."
Paul just had to get a little Welsh in but he knew the Abbot would understand that much - In the name of Jesus Christ, Saviour, King, Brother and Lover.
"I will now give you a blessing." Ignatius rose and Paul knew he had to remain kneeling. He could not help opening his eyes briefly to see the cock and balls in front of his face, but closed them quickly again.
Their hands had parted as Ignatius rose from the floor and Paul felt them come to rest lightly upon his head.
"Paul, I bless you now as you embark along this spiritual and sexual path. Paul, may God bless your heart, mind, soul, your spirit, cock, balls, anus and erogenous zones in total and complete service to Him and to your brethren.
Yn Enw ei Tad ac ei Fab ac ei Ysbryd Glân, Amen."
The Abbot was clearly getting his revenge for the Welsh! In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen.
"Amen," Paul responded.
"That's it," said the Abbot, "now let's get dressed, I will play you that Wagner chorus, and we'll have some coffee.
They both donned their attire again, as Ignatius was dressing himself it was obvious that what had happened with Aidan and partially with Ignatius was not done in reverse.
Once he was dressed the Abbot pushed a button on his desk.
As Paul finished dressing there was a knock on the door.
To be continued....
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