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2012

The next day we went to breakfast and we saw the two priest who we had such a great time with at the hot pool, I was so embarrass I could not look them in the eye. John ask me if there was anything wrong and I said I was just embarrass because I had such a good time last night with those two priest.John said who would know about what happen last night and not to worry about it. Well all... read more

After I had taken a nap and woke up,I found to my surprise the priest was sleeping right behind me press up against my back side still naked.I went to get up and the movement woke him up and as I look at him he had this very satisfying look about him. I took a piss and then went back into the room and he ask me if I was enjoying myself so far and how did I like this place,and I said yes it... read more

After my 2nd visit to the priest living quarters ,he really took a liking to me,every time I came out from mass he would shake my hand and say how happy he was to see me. About 3 weeks after I had went to see him at his home he ask me if I could come by and see him on Sat.morning and I said OK . Well I got there about 9:00 am and he greeted me at the door and said please come in and have a... read more

itwasahappening#2

by Prama

Sep 06, 2012

After going over to the pastors house for the first ,when I left I was a little confused and I felt like I had done something wrong. Well I thought about it for sometime and I didn't go to church the following Sunday. well he called me up and was wondering if I was sick or something ,and I said no I was OK. So he ask why I didn't come to church and i said that I was feeling guilty about what... read more

was just to young

by Prama

Sep 05, 2012

I was always helping people out who went to my church,and one of them was talking to the head pastor about how helpful I have been ,so one day when I was leaving the church after mass the pastor ask me if I could come to his office where they lived behind the church say at about 6:00 pm that he wanted to talk to me,and I said yes. Well at 6 I was there. I range the door bell and the pastor came... read more

2011

L’altare, sulla cui pedana Padre Marcello aveva tentato di dire parole di pentimento e di mediazione poco prima, prese a tremare. Padre Marcello si fece da parte e tutti i monaci si strinsero in cerchio attorno all’altare per osservare cosa stesse accadendo.L’altare tremava. Ma non si trattava di un terremoto. Il tremito era localizzato unicamente in quel punto.Fuori la tempesta continuava a... read more

Una notte un temporale spaventoso si abbatté su tutta la zona, e il Convento fu letteralmente flagellato da chicchi di grandine grossi come pigne. Qualche monaco che era rimasto a dormire nel chiostro, all’aperto, venne sorpreso dalla grandinata durante il sonno e rimase ucciso dai colpi tremendi alla testa.Mentre la tempesta infuriava, ci ritrovammo tutti nella chiesa centrale. Le vetrate... read more

BROTHER SIMON’S HABITByGay Warlock I have sinned! Oh, God forgive me, I have sinned! I have sinned against His most glorious Name! Guilt fills and wracks me. Guilt courses through my veins, flowing through every organ and every limb of my being. Guilt exudes from every pore and surrounds me: a halo of obscene presence around my body. My heart aches – heavy and overwrought as I am.... read more

I use to help out a lot around my local church which had 3 priest . The church was going to hold a rummage sale the following Sat and the oldest priest (57) ask me if I could come and help him clean out their big storage room and I said yes.He said that when I came over to help that I should just wear and old pair of shorts and shirt and bring a clean change of clothes as it was summer and... read more

Father Ryan removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. The pressure was building up and promising to be one massive headache. Today had been quit an active day at St. Augustine's University for Men, where he was Dean of Students. As he closed his eyes and applied pressure to his forehead he could feel everyone of his thirty-nine years. Most days Father Ryan enjoyed his work but... read more

2009

Brad look around the auditorium of St. Thomas Church. Today was his cousin Annabelle's wedding. He hadn't been back here since he left for college. There were lots of memories here. Brad's father, Lawrence, had been insistent that he be brought up with religion so the church had just always been there. It was something that Brad & his father did every week. It was routine. Brad never even thought... read more

2008

Young Preacher, Part 1

by rutite

Aug 07, 2008

Young preacher's struggle with self-control, part 1. I'm Enrique Martinez, people just call me Ricky; I just completed my studies at Sacred Heart Seminary and was quickly assigned to the parish of Saint Francis in the inner city. It was early July and the heat and humidity had set in. So, by the time I got to the church, my starched black shirt was already damp with perspiration. I was there... read more

Young Preacher, Part 1

by rutite

Apr 16, 2008

A young preacher's struggle with self-control, Part 1 I'm Enrique Martinez; people just call me Ricky just completed my studies at Sacred Heart Seminary and was quickly assigned to the parish of Saint Francis in the inner city. It was early July and the heat and humidity had set in. So, by the time I got to the church, my starched black shirt was already damp with perspiration. I was there to... read more

Leather Priest

by icyhot44

Feb 28, 2008

It's late February and I'm shopping at Foley's in Fort Worth, Texas. This is one of my favorite stores to shop for gloves. They always seem to have a good stock of quality, unlined leather goods. I'm always hopeful. Naturally I am still wearing my unlined dark brown leather dress gloves, but today has been disappointing up to now. It's late in the afternoon and I've already been to a few... read more

2004

Pa...PP..Pas...(oh, this is hard) Mike! We laughed. Okay, Mike, I will try. Mike said, "Thanks Bill." I found I wasn't as sleepy as I first thought, so I knew what I had to do. I explained to this minister, I mean, 'Mike' what I was convulsing. "Mike," I said, "I was sexually molested for a number of years since age 8. I have been to doctors, to psychiatrists and I am better now, but... read more

It was one of the worst lightning and thunderstorms that I can recall. Still, I was not afraid, for reasons unknown to me; I love rain and thunderstorms, especially the rain. My new friend and minister had been in town about four months and was settled in. We sat in this restaurant; not wanting to traverse in this weather, so we just sat and talked as we drank hot coffee. During the past... read more

The women to be baptized were directed to a dressing room. All the men were gathered in what looked like a basement that led to the baptismal pool. Every one was shedding the clothes and putting on some special clothes for baptism. However, the only man I had eyes for, was this angel, the chaplain. There is full view was this absolutely gorgeous guy with blue eyes and blonde locks of hair,... read more

It seems like only yesterday, I was visiting my older brother Bill, while he was stationed in Germany. Bill and I were always close, except he was very religious and I was always rebellious. Still, we loved each others as siblings throughout life. Bill told me years later, he felt somehow responsible for his kid brother. Bill invited me out into to a water baptism by at some French... read more

As I promised, the house was in total darkness. We drove in and parked to the rear of the house. We went in and agreed we were hungry, so we fixed ourselves a sandwich.He was even sexy when he chewed his sandwich. After finishing up, I showed him our room, then where the bathroom was located. After brushing my teeth, I got into bed. Soon he came in and undressed. I had trouble keeping my... read more

The new minister arrived in our little country town. At the senior pastor's request, I agreed to remain at the parsonage and make the new minister feel at home, by showing him true southern hospitality. The new minister, whom I will call Reverend Mike. He was single, slender, but very firm and athletic. He eyes met mine with a hint of a smile. When our eyes met, for a brief moment-but it... read more

2003

Never Alone

by Bearliners

Oct 03, 2003

It was so quiet in the chapel, this evening. The Saturday evensong service went nicely and smoothly, and as usual, Father Wilkinson was resting in his church, just enjoying the peace of the place, the silence...another day was ending. Resting in his church in the evening was something he always did. Just taking a time of its own, in his church, letting his senses relax, his mood wander, his... read more

When I was 12 years old my dad, mom, twin-brother Matt and I moved to Great Britain, from Southern California. My dad was assigned to the US Embassy in London. Because my brother and I were beach bums my mom moved the three of us to Newquay and my dad would commute down on the weekends. We lived there until Matt and I turned 18 years old. We both came back to the States to go to... read more

2002

Baptizing John

by Zepheniah

Sep 20, 2002

I would have preferred to have slept in on Saturday morning, but I owed my older brother about $50 and since I didn’t have the cash to repay him, he asked me to drop by the church where he preaches in order to check the baptism pool for leaks before the big day. Tomorrow--apparently the county commissioner’s teenage daughter was going to be baptized before a packed house and my ... read more

2001

Monastic Weekend

by gaymikey

Nov 12, 2001

As a senior in college, I was thinking about joining a monastery. I had visited a few already, and had pretty much decided on one upstate, along a really beautiful stretch of river. One weekend, I made arrangements to come up for a visit. Brother James, who was the vocations director, told me he would pick me up at the train station. He was a teddy bear of a guy, in his mid 30's,... read more

Why does it seem all the cute guys around here spend their Sunday mornings in Sunday School and summer evenings in Vacation Bible School? In the past several years we have been visited by several suburban missionaries, usually during supper or while I am busy washing the car, and although I am always eager to dispute verse with them, I usually am persuaded just to take their brochures... read more

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Preacher’s Son By Nathan Harvey Bobby Adams and I had been friends ever since our... read more

"Another day of confessions," I half-heartedly said to myself as I positioned myself into the confessional booth. Don't get me wrong. I loved being a priest. Why else would I have spent the hours of study that it took me to make it into the priesthood? Confessional, however, has just always seemed to be a monotonous day. "No use complaining," I mumbled to myself as the first person of... read more

Leather guys in Christ. Yes, believers who wear unbelievable clothes, the kind of stuff that is a turn-on for the wearer and the looker. On your knees to pray and on your knees to suck cock, what's the dif? Hard to say, because a giant erection comes with each way of being. But why? Don't ask. Believers don't ask. They quiver, they might be in tears, but they are hard and feeling... read more

Oh Father!

by Hall

Mar 02, 2001

I used to sit in the front row of church and watch the new priest give his sermon. He was absolutely striking. I had to turn away several times after mass so he would not shake my hand because I would be weak in the knees. The one time he was so close to me that I could feel his breath on my face. Father F. was written on his jacket. The one he put on after church. Well one day I... read more

Christian Life

by Dale Hart

Jan 11, 2001

I didn't expect to see Jamie walk into noonday Mass being held in the small chapel of St. Vincent R.C. Church. When I go to Mass I expect to get away from my other life. I try to use the Mass, every part of it to pry me loose from my carnal needs and faulty relationships. But there he was and I had been asked to read the Scripture for the day and lead the responsorial Psalm. I felt... read more