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http://www.geocities.com/SouthBeach/Port/7633/ Michael looked at the scene before him. The entire congregation was ready for him to give the seven-o-clock mass. He was only 23, but he decided at the age of 17 that he wanted to be a priest. A few hours earlier, the church was totally deserted. Michael was kneeling in one of the pews, reflecting on his decision to become a priest. He had always known that he wasn't attracted to girls like his brothers. He remembered that his excitement was at its peak, during gym class at their private Catholic high school. He couldn't disappoint his parents and his brothers. It would kill them if they knew his little secret. The only respectable thing to do, would be to join the seminary. He stuck with it, and took his vows earlier in the year. Now he was heading his own parish, in the tiny coastal community of La Cruz. Michael was a great looking guy. Although he was a priest, he worked out every day and had an impressive body, with a well developed chest, strong arms and a perfect six-pack. He had dark brown hair, which fell over his eyes, and a finely trimmed goatee. When he was dressed in everyday street clothes, it would be impossible to tell that he was a priest. While he was pondering all of this, he heard the church doors open behind him. Standing 6 feet tall, was an impressive blond haired, blue eyed sight to behold. His name was Zackary, and he said that he needed to talk to someone. Michael looked at the depressed kid - he couldn't be more than 18. I never felt like this before. The feeling of guilt just consumes me. I see all my friends going out with girls, and hear all their stories about who is a good fuck, and who deflowered which virgin, and I know that I can never have that. La Cruz was such a sickening little town - everyone knew everyone else, and I certainly don't have the money to go off to college anywhere. I decided to talk to Father Mike. I have a lot of respect for Father Mike - he's so young, yet he knows so much. I first started coming to church, because of his looks, but now I feel like I've learned so much about spirituality, and i feel like I can trust him with anything. "Hi," I say to him, "You don't know me, but I come to mass every week. My name is Zackary. Look - I have a problem, and I really need to talk to someone about it." "Sure," he says in his gentle voice, "That's what I'm here for." "Look - Father Mike," I say slowly, "I wish that we didn't have to talk about this HERE. I feel kind of awkward and dirty about it". "No problem," he says and smiles, as his hair falls over his dreamy green eyes. "Let's go back to my quarters. I think that it will be a good change of scenery." Michael led Zack to his little apartment behind the church. He listened as Zack poured out the contents of his soul. Michael could not believe what he was hearing. It was his own story, only being told from a poor working class kid, rather than the son of a rich aristocratic family. Michael knew that he had not dealt with his problem in the right way. He had run away from it, rather than facing it. He vowed then and there not to let anyone else feel the pain that he did every single day. He sighed heavily as he told Zack of his own experiences and his own problems. Zack listened in amazement. I can't believe it! Father Mike is gay! He's just like me! I was waiting to hear him say that It would be better to be celibate than to live a homosexual lifestyle. What happened next surprised me greatly. Father Mike takes off his priestly robe, and stands in front of me. "Stand up," he commands, and so I do. Before I know it, father Mike begins to unbutton my shirt, dropping it to the ground. He slides his hands under my T-shirt, pulling it over my head. His hands fumble with my pants dropping them to the floor, an eight inch tent in my boxers, He works his hands upwards, and begins to play with my chest hair and nipples, causing them to pop out. He then gently kisses my shoulders, and my neck. My cock ached, at the gentle touch of his fingertips tracing my chest and nipples. I decide to do the same to him. I reach across, sliding my hand under his T-shirt and pulling it over his head. I caress his own pecs and his abs. His torso is completely hairless, and this excites me even further. He then slides his right hand inside my boxers, rubbing my ass. His other hand slides to the front, playing with my pubes, touching the base of my extremely hard cock. At the same time, I unbuckle the belt of his jeans, and push his silky briefs to the floor. I never knew that priests had rods like that! It was almost nine inches with a thick head, and plenty of veins. He kneels in front of me, just as he was when I first came into the church. He takes my entire shaft into his mouth. It feels so good. He runs his tongue across my pulsating penis, while I caress his shoulder blades. The aching continues and I know that I am about to come. Zackary's cock exploded, sending huge globs of almost never-ending cum into Michael's mouth, and all over his face. Michael stood up, and kissed Zack passionately on the lips, allowing him to taste his own juice. Zack wanted to return the favour, but Michael had other plans. Just as Zack kneeled to take in Michael's humongous cock, Michael spun around, and asked Zack to put his hands on the floor. He took a bottle of baby oil from the shelf above him, and squirted it generously into Zack's ass, rubbing it all over his asshole. Michael looked down into Zack's puppy dog eyes and began to press forward with his giant weapon. Zack felt the head go in a little bit. Michael pulled out. In a little more, then back out. Zack's ass was taking him quite easily. Within minutes, Michael was fucking Zackary like a professional porn star. His pounding on Zack's ass became rougher and rougher, and soon they both started to sweat profusely. Father Mike began to fuck me harder. This guy was pushing his thick cock harder and harder into me, finally shooting his glorious load into my ass. Father Mike lets out a slight moan as he pulls his half hard cock out of my ass. It was the most exquisite moment of my life. After that, my saintly lover leads me to his shower, and we have another suck and fuck session, this time, with me protruding his heavenly ass. We then go to his bed, totally exhausted, and without bothering to dry off from the shower, we fall asleep in each others arm’s. The citizens of La Cruz looked at Father Michael as he began the mass. For the first time, as far as they can recall, he actually looked happy ...