A Seminary Memoir

[ludusamoris]

ET IN SEMINARIO EGO
A Seminary Memoir

By a Priest of the Roman Church

PART ONE

It was my first academic year of priestly formation in the seminary. I had already been through one preparatory "spirituality year" and was eager to go ahead to begin my two years of philosophical training. In six short years I will be a priest. It was amazing to think about. My life was on course, and I had peace and purpose.

I've always wanted to be a priest, even from the earliest days of childhood. Playing Mass with friends, and all that. I have always had a keen interest in all aspects of Catholicism. At the same time, there was another side of me that seemed to contradict this passion, another passion, a passion for men, for cock, for the exhilaration which comes from veneration of the beauty of the male form, for hairy chests and beards, for hard cocks and willing asses.

It was hard for me to tell sometimes which internal force was the strongest: the steady but intense spiritual side, the life of the soul, or the constant bubbling up of homoerotic desires from the subconscious into the conscious mind and my physical being.

To put it bluntly, I was an inveterate jack-off and porno freak, all the while I was reading theology and saying my prayers. With the help of the internet and an out of the way computer deep in my parents' basement, I was initiated into the mysteries of mansex, of sucking, and rimming, and fucking ... and even things like watersports and fisting. I was on fire with the need to experience these things for myself.

Riddled with guilt, at times I would steel myself to observe perfect chastity. This could go on for months at a time, but it would always end with a major explosion of pent up sexual tension, frenzied, almost manic, eruption of an insatiable lust, not to mention the backed-up cum which was making my balls ache.

With the goal of the priesthood in view, the spiritual side of things, the side which I was taught was inimical to the demands of the flesh, finally won out, or so it seemed. I was able finally to be abstinent for six months in preparation for entering the seminary. I really thought that I had turned a corner as I began my spirituality year.

But that confidence soon was shaken once I gave into auto-erotic temptation. I had no access to porn any more (the seminary maintained a very strict web filter), but that only heightened my awareness of the male beauty which constantly surrounded me: not just young virile seminarians but also a few priest-professors who were incarnations of the "silver fox" so desired by many gay men.

The seminary even had a gym and a swimming pool, which obviously only multiplied and magnified my sexual frustration. The vision of sleek, muscular male bodies weight training, pumping and grunting and sweating. And then the vision of the same bodies with bare flesh doing their laps in the pool, and then finally rising out of the water, wet dripping muscles and the outline of their cock showing through their soaked trunks. Add to this the fact that many of the priests used these facilities, thus feeding the fire of my intense love for older men.

But these things, while they concerned me, did not daunt me completely at this point. I was able to avail myself of frequent confession, which I thought would help me root out this grievous "thorn in the flesh" entirely. Week after week I returned to the confessional and confessed my habit; the priests were always completely bored and nonplussed by these revelations, so weary they were of hearing the same seminarian jack off stories over and over, accounts which almost certainly reflected the secret habits of these priests themselves.

This went on until I became weary and discouraged: returning week after week, for a whole year, to confess the very same moral failing over and over again. I began to give in and surrender, just as Oscar Wilde (inveterate sodomite he was!) so wittily recommended: "The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it... I can resist everything but temptation." I did not have my porn, but I had the "eye candy" which I stored in my mind (what is referred to colloquially as my "spank bank"), a treasury which could be accessed at any time to allow raw communion with my most treasured organ and its glorious seed.

I assumed that most of the seminarians were gay, or at least had homoerotic tendencies. This is the Catholic priesthood, after all, which along with male nursing and wedding planning, couldn't get any gayer. Most of the guys, wanting to toe the Church's moral line, managed to hide and perhaps even to suppress their desires to some extent. These guys were mostly conservative, almost evangelical guitar playing wretches, with their inane "JPII" "World Youth Day" type piety ("Dude, are you going to all night adoration? We have some great praise and worship songs planned!").

A handful of seminarians, however, seemed to be a very different than the others, a kind of clique of guys with the same interests and even attitudes and ways of acting: not quite effeminate or camp, but masculine men having about them an air of sophistication, certain cultural refinement, biting humor, and a breezy cynicism about pious enthusiams and seminary policies. These guys, I thought, are without a doubt the "gay contingent", and I began to wonder how I might infiltrate their little cabal.

A seminarian's first year in philosophy is usually seen by older seminarians as the realm of the annoying and the immature, naive toddlers if you will. But something changed when I returned for my second year. I began to command a bit more respect, especially from the younger guys as to be expected. But what I had not expected was the beginning of the attention of certain members of that "gay mafia". I notice more smiles, more hellos, even what I thought might be some interested glances.

Finally, one of the cabal, a fellow by the name of Justin, approached me one day in the refectory. "Hey, Francis, why don't you come and eat with us?" "Sure! Why not?" I said as my heart jumped inside. "These are my people", I thought, "guys who will understand me!"

I also found it fascinating that the group seemed to have the favour and friendship of a handful of the faculty members. One priest in particular, Fr Bruno, a sexy-as-fuck Italian daddy type (early 40's I think), was a regular fixture at our sacrosanct "gay table" in the refectory. He taught, interestingly enough, moral theology, and was known to be a bit of progressive on certain questions, which put him at odds with the more conservative faculty members.

So I began to eat with these guys and Fr Bruno, but I developed a particularly close friendship with Justin. We would joke together, talk about all things sacred and secular, and even touched lightly and humorously upon more delicate personal subjects:

"Oh my God, guys, you would not believe the interesting sounds coming from Francis' room all hours of the day and night! What on earth is going on in their, Frankie?"

"Well, I heard that all the dorm shower drains were so clogged up with, uh, sticky biological stuff, that the plumber had to work for days to clean it all out!"

"Well, St Jerome's is a notoriously promiscuous place. The Holy See did an apostolic visitation there, but it doesn't seem to have made much difference! They're still as camp as ever!"

This was the kind of subtly suggestive ribbing that went on amongst us, which encouraged me to adopt a much more freer, less dramatic approach to my own sexual drives. Even Father Bruno would laugh and give half-serious disapproving looks at the cheeky comedians.

This joking also turned me on to no end, just to think of these guys and their sense of freedom concerning sexual topics. Sex with these guys, but especially with my close friend Justin, was the subject of my continual obsession. I wanted to figure out how to set the stage for some kind of encounter. Luckily, in due time, opportunity finally knocked.

Our little clique decided to throw a little party at a nearby bar, to celebrate the end of the academic year. It was some of the greatest fun of my life. I don't think I've ever laughed as much as that night; my ribs were positively aching from it. We had never talked about sexual topics so freely either, free as we were finally from the stifling environment of the seminary, where one could be quite paranoid about spies and certain gossip reaching the administration, or God forbid, the Archbishop.

The party went into the wee hours of the night, and finally it was time to leave. We had to call a cab because of our extreme intoxication. I instructed the cabbie to take us to the seminary. But after a few seconds, Justin said, "Wait", and told the driver to take us to his family's house. "What's that about?" I said, a bit mystified. "I'm not ready to quit the party just yet. I think I have a few more drinks in me." "Uh, what about your family?" "Oh, they're out of town visiting relatives, no problem there. And my dad has an awesome liquor cabinet, and doesn't mind me using it."

I was both exhilarated and frightened at the same time. "What the fuck is going on?" I asked myself. "Don't worry," Justin said, "just a little nightcap is all. You can crash on the couch if you like."

We got to the house and opened the door. I followed him in, closed the door, and turned around to see Justin looking right into my eyes with a strange look. "Frank," he said. And then as if by automatic magnetism, we locked lips in a passionate, sloppy kiss. I was shocked and bewildered but I knew I wanted it more than anything, something I had fantasised about for a whole year.

I pulled away a bit and said, "Justin, I've never done this before." "Well, you've seen porn, right?" "Yeah, I've seen porn." "Well you just do what you see there. And I've done it before so I can help you."

With that, he began to unbutton my shirt. I shuddered with both fear and pleasure, and I thought I might faint. Next he got down on his knees and began to rub and kiss my throbbing member through my jeans. "I've waited for this forever, Francis." "I have too, Justin" I said in a breathless voice.

I was shaking and breathing heavily. Justin looked up from his veneration and said in a sweet voice, "Don't worry, everything's fine." "I've never done this before," I repeated. "Francis, just be quiet and follow my lead."

End of part one


More to come!

 

[Autolycus]

Re: A Seminary Memoir (part 1)

Thanks for sharing your story - great start and you have our full attention

 

[ludusamoris]

Re: A Seminary Memoir (part 1)

More to come my friend!

 

[irishjockstrap]

Re: A Seminary Memoir (part 1)

I just came!

 

[ludusamoris]

Re: A Seminary Memoir (part 1)

And it's only the first part!

I think it's hit its mark!



Next instalment, hopefully, this evening (GMT).

 

[ludusamoris]

ET IN SEMINARIO EGO

A Gay Priest Remembers Seminary Days

By Don Sebastiano, a priest of the Roman Church


PART TWO


And so, here we were, in Justin's empty family home, in the dark living room: Justin is kneeling at my feet and I brace myself for what's coming next. My shock and disbelief started turning into raw ecstatic lust. Every inhibition, religious or otherwise began to disappear in the unmistakeable feeling: this is right, this is so fucking right.

With a greedy smile on his face, Justin unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, which by now sported a rather large wet circular stain from leaking precum. He pulled down my pants; I stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. He looked at my hard cock in my briefs with utter devotion and admiration. "Fuck yeah," he whispered. "I've wanted this for so long." "Fuck yeah", I whispered back as he caressed my wet bulge with his hand and kissed it with devotion.

He slowly started lowering my briefs, and out popped my raging, red, pulsating cock. He stroked it for a few seconds, and then licked the head gently, lapping up the streams of salty precum. Then he took me inside his mouth for what was my very first blowjob. I was taken aback with the soft, wet, inside of his mouth and the gentle suction generated by his bobbing on my cock, in and out, in and out. Then he started taking my entire shaft deeper and deeper down his throat, until his nose reached my bushy pubic hair; he stopped for a couple seconds, I think, to take in my musk.

He continued to deep throat me greedily, in and out, in and out, and by now his saliva was dripping down my balls on to the floor. I never knew that this was what a blow job was like. It was probably the best feeling I've ever had in my life. I was so turned on that I put my hands on Justin's bobbing head and began to thrust him harder and faster. I could hear the sound of his throat gagging on my dick, and I moaned loudly, saying over and over things like "Oh fuck man" "Oh shit" "Oh, give it to me", etc.

Finally the pressure was too much and I began to feel myself beyond the point of no return. Justin stopped sucking, brought me deep in his throat, to wait for the sweet explosion of my seed. Sure enough, I let out a huge grunt, "Oh fuck, Oh my God, fuuuuuuck" as I unloaded streams and streams of pent-up ejaculate down his greedy throat (this was the fruit of a couple days of abstinence).

With a great slurping sound, Justin's mouth disgorged my cock and stood up to kiss me. We kissed deeply and lustily, tongues mingling wildly, the taste of my salty seed still in his mouth. "Thank you for that, Francis. I really needed that," Justin said, panting. I was unable to say much at all, I was so short of breath, so I just nodded in agreement.

"OK, Francis, what's next?" Justin said, with the look of a naughty schoolboy. Somehow instinctively I dropped to my knees and began undoing the fly of his shorts. "Good boy", said Justin, "that's the way. I'll help you through it." Hearing that, I wondered for a second about Justin's experience; how many times had he fucked around with guys? The thought of it made me turned me on even more.

I yanked Justin's shorts down around his ankles to find that he was wearing a jockstrap, the sight of which almost put already inflamed cock beyond the point of no return. I pulled down the crotch area, and looked for a minute, admiring his fairly long, rock hard, twitching member. "Go for it", Justin said.

I moved forward and began to lick his cockhead, relishing the taste of salty precum, which I have savoured for years during my own autoerotic adventures. I took his shaft into my mouth a bit too hastily, and Justin laughed a little: "Whoa, whoa, take it easy, there's plenty of time!" Of course he's right, I thought, this is my first time giving head.

So I took things slowly, taking him in a little bit further and further with each gentle movement of my head. "Savour it, Francis. Isn't it amazing to finally have someone's manhood in your mouth?" You're so right, I thought. The sense of deep, intimate communion with not only Justin's manhood but in a sense with all of male humanity was profound and moving.

"Okay, Frank, start going a bit deeper", he said with the gentle patience of a teacher. As I went further and further, to my great astonishment, I was able to take him almost completely down my throat, my nose coming ever closer to his sweat-smelling bush. "Fuck, Frank," Justin said, "you're a natural. You're going to make the boys crazy. Now a little faster."

I obeyed, slurping up and down on that sweet prick of his. It must have been good, because Justin put his head back and began to moan and thrust his pelvis gently to meet every downward movement of mine. After several minutes of this, he began to say, "Now Francis, now we're getting to the finishing line. I'm so proud of you."

Then he placed both hands firmly on the top of my head and began thrusting into me harder and harder. I started gagging a bit but that didn't matter to Justin, who just kept fucking my face harder and harder as if straining towards the finishing line. "Oh fuck ... oh fuck," Justin kept repeating, "I'm almost there!"

He let go of my head and pulled out his cock and with heavy breaths and grunts began to jack himself with intensity. He moved closer to my face and instinctively I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to catch as much of the violent spring of my friend's hot man juice as possible. "Oh God, fuuuuuuck," Justin cried out as stream and stream shot out of his red, throbbing manhood, splattering all over my face, in my mouth, and even on my shoulders and chest.

Not daring to waste any drop of Justin's sweet-tasting seed, I began to scoop it from my face and suck off of my fingers. "That's so fucking hot," Justin grunted. For some reason, not wanting my first blowjob to end, I went down on him a second time, bobbing wildly for a short time until Justin began to grunt again, "Oh God!" while a second stream of cum poured down my throat.

Justin pulled me off my knees, and we locked lips lustily and with our tongues began to share the savour of Justin's manly fluid. We looked in each others' eyes for a moment, and then both began to laugh with elation about what just happened between us. "Come on," he said, "let's hang out a bit." He led me to his bedroom, where we laid in bed, me resting my head on his furry chest.

"Were you planning this somehow, Justin?" I asked.

"Almost from the first day I saw you", he answered, with sweetness in his voice.

"How did you know I would be into this kind of thing?"

"I knew we were both the same; but even so, all men want this deep down."

I paused for a moment then protested:

"But you didn't even bother introducing yourself then? I felt like such an outcast."

"There's a proper hierarchical, social order to everything, Francis, in the seminary and in the church. You don't just go for things all at once. Besides, if I had started to put the moves on your as a young confused Freshmen you might not have been able to deal with it."

"Hmm," I said in agreement.

We fell asleep together, the two happiest friends in the world.

The next morning, we sucked each other off once again, and then showered together. As we got dressed, I asked Justin if he wanted to go to breakfast. "No, sorry Frank, I have some shit to do for Father Bruno." I felt a quick twinge of jealousy over my friend, especially now that we had just given ourselves to each other so generously.

"Okay, that's cool, we'll text later," I said as non-chalantly as I could.

"Definitely," Justin said, as he gave me one last sweet kiss and accompanied me to the door. "Let me get you an Uber."

After a few minutes, my ride pulled to the curve. "Oh yeah," Justin said. "Father Bruno has some great ideas for our community service project, the one we've been planning on?" "Oh right," I said. "Would you want to meet with him this Friday evening, 6:30, at the rectory? He's a great cook and such a fun guy to be around. You'll really enjoy it, I'm sure of it."

I said, "Yeah definitely." After a short awkward pause, I blurted out, "Justin, thank you so much for last night. It was ..." Justin interjected: "It was the first in a long line of great fucks, my friend. The life we've chosen, to serve the people of God, is so unbearable unless we have a circle friends to help each other out. The most well-adjusted priests have shown this to me."

As I got into the backseat of the car, I thought about these words, and was filled with relief and consolation. This life may not be so hard and lonely after all, I thought. Then my thoughts turned to what Justin had said about experienced, well adjusted priests. And it occurred to me that he was referring to his closest priest friend and mentor, Father Bruno.

Oh shit, I thought, is that what he meant? A bulge began to grow in my jeans as I began to imagine the possibilities that lay before me. I was not to be disappointed.

To be continued.

 

[Autolycus]

Part Two of your story means we are anxiously awaiting Part Three and the 'instruction' from Father Bruno!

Too bad I am past the age when I can join a seminary

 

[ludusamoris]

Well I've been in one and it's not as exciting as you'd think (or fantasize about)! Sure there were some cute guys but nothing happened as far as I knew. Maybe there was a huge gay sex ring and I just wasn't invited!

I do know for a fact that in the late 60's, 70's, and even early 80's, in many American seminaries sex between students, between priests, and between even students and priests was commonplace. I hear stories, for instance, about seminarians going on "field trips" with priest-professors to the bars and saunas. And a lot of this happened with the tacit approval of the administration and even sometimes the bishop.

John Paul II was able to make a lot of inroads in rooting out the dreaded sodomites, so that by the election of Benedict XVI seminary sex shenanigans were largely extinct.

I was in the seminary in the early 2000's in a very conservative diocese. The seminary was one of those which had had a notorious reputation for being a "pink palace" but an archconservative bishop had gone through and threw every vestige of the old order out including any priests who would have been part of the previous gay culture.

Like I said, I never "got any" as a seminarian nor did I know of anybody doing that either (and I hung out with the most "camp" guys). Internet porn was kept out by such a strict oversensitive filter that it even made a lot of legit research hard to do! Your only option for relieving your sexual tension was fapping off to yourself into the mirror or accessing the old mental spank bank. And then of course during visits home one could stock up one's spank bank for another long haul.

Years after leaving the seminary rumors came to me of the revelation of a sordid love affair between the rector (head dude) of the seminary — a very handsome, sporty, wholesome, "straight" acting type — and a young twink of a seminarian. Said seminarian obviously wasn't allowed back but the rector of course largely escaped the consequences of his actions by landing as pastor in a fairly comfy parish.

It's been awhile since I've been in that world but I have to admit (as you see above!) that seminarian shenanigans have always formed a big part of my fantasy life.

 

[Autolycus]

Oh well, I guess it is good to fantasise while visiting the reliable five fingered widow! Great story though!

 

[Rickrock]

Than you for the story and for the information. It was good.

 

[Craiger]

Quite an intriguing and erotic story. Not being Catholic, I did know a couple of seminarians and went to their ordination as they became priests. After the ordination ceremony each newly ordained priest greeted the people that were to be in his particular parish. They were praised and adored by their parishioners. I witnessed the "pink palace" effect during that time. They all were sashaying around to the delight of older and more elevated priests. In many ways, it was exciting to see men/priests being human and themselves. I look forward to more of the story.

 

[ludusamoris]

Hello guys, sorry for the terrible delay in getting the last installment to you! Here it is, let me know what you think! My underwear is soaked with precum at this point. I hope you enjoy!

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ET IN SEMINARIO EGO

A Gay Priest Remembers Seminary Days

By Don Sebastiano, a priest of the Roman Church


PART THREE


That night was a fateful night for me. It was to set me on a path towards another life, away from the trajectory on which I had been travelling. The seminary was a preparation all right, but for a life I had no idea I could ever have. A famous gay writer once said of his first sexual experience with a man that it was like the part in "The Wizard of Oz" where it turned from black and white to full technicolor. That night with Justin was exactly that: the opening up of a new horizon, one which would lead me into a happiness that I could never have known as a priest.

But for now I found myself in the seminary with the ideal of the priesthood before my eyes: the strong, holy, chaste, prayerful, authoritative man who could lead his flock to eternal salvation. But I had always had doubts in the back of my mind about that third ideal, chastity. And I could no longer swallow the bullshit the Church had been pushing for centuries about the horrors of "sodomy".

It was knowing Justin, and the ecstasy of that first taste of man to man sex, that myself better (thanks to Justin) my whole attitude towards the priesthood began to unravel. And I am very thankful to him for that.

It was the end of the semester, after final exams, and everyone, including the faculty, had this kind of spring fever and were not interested in finding infractions against the rules. So we would often spend the night in each others' rooms, being careful about it but also being rather very carefree and childlike about it as well.

Ever since that night, Justin and I had become inseparable. We could not get enough of each other, kissing, necking, hugging, ass-grabbing, groping, and of course trading more amazing blowjobs. Justin, the "experienced gay", was teaching me more and more about gay sex, introducing me to more and more things. It was almost like a new seminary course: "Assfucking and Cocksucking as Elements in Priestly Life."

Justin introduced me to anal toys, for instance. He had a whole series of butt plugs of different sizes (hidden of course under his bed), which with he began to "train" my ass. "Boot camp for your butthole!" he would say, laughing. The first couple times were so difficult, but as I learned to relax and control my sphincter, I was introduced to a fleshly pleasure I didn't know was possible, apart from those explosions of semen I had known from such a young age.

The semester ended and our rooms cleaned out, the time when we were to be shipped off to summer assignments in local parishes. I was taken aback, when I opened my envelope, to read with shock and delight that I was being sent to Saint John the Evangelist parish, the parish where Fr Rocco, the big beautiful Italian boy, was assistant pastor. I had remembered Justin's vague promise that there might be interesting developments with regard Fr Rocco. Just the thought of him made my dick swell in my jeans.

Justin walked into the mailroom and said, "Where are you assigned, Francis?" With a smile I held up the letter for him to see, and he returned my smile with a very wicked one. "Oh my," he said in his best, campiest Scarlett O'Hara voice, "well it appears that we find ourselves at the same parish!" Knowing that no one was around, he grabbed my ass and gave me a little kiss. I was ecstatically happy that we could remain close together for a whole summer.

In the next couple days we moved our stuff into the St John rectory. I was extremely glad that Justin and I had rooms right next to each other, and shared a bathroom. This was going to be amazing. Having brought in all our personal effects, Justin and I were finally alone together in my room, making out on the bed. Justin put his hand down the back of my jeans and began to finger my ass.

I let out a lustful moan, "Oh, fuck yes baby" and suddenly there was a knock at the door, ver loud and vigourous. I said, "Oh shit", jumped up immediately, and straightened myself out. To my surprise, Justin was still lounging on the bed (my bed in my room!) when he said, "Yes, come on in!"

The door opened and in walked the handsome, built frame of Father Rocco, in shorts and a sweaty t-shirt. My cock began to thicken in my jeans when I took in that sight, and that smell, and especially his thick black body hair, covering his arms, legs, and a little tuft of chest hair poking out of the neck of his shirt.

"Hey guys, welcome to St John's. We're a really dynamic community here. We're going to give you a lot to do, but you should have a lot of free time. All of the priests here are really great guys, and we have a really amazing home gym and even a sauna. So, you guys can help yourselves."

"Wow, thanks!" said Justin.

"Yeah, absolutely, Father!" I said, following Justin's lead.

"Actually, I'm just about to go down there to the sauna. It's really refreshing after a good jog. You guys can join me if you like."

There was an mischievous twinkle in Justin's eye as he looked over at my in the corner of his eye.

"Sure, Father," answered Justin, "I'm sure Frank would love to come too."

"Cool," said Father Rocco, "just bring down some towels. We're all men here, so don't feel shy."

I had always felt shy and self-conscious in these sorts of situations, and had even tried to avoid lockerrooms as much as possible because of the uncontollable hardons which inevitably accompanied the sight of stripping sweaty boys and sleek young athletic bodies soaping themselves up in the common shower.

"Oh yeah, that's no problem, right Francis?"

"Absolutely." I said with butterflies in my stomach. I knew what was coming and I was trying to brace myself. I was really going to fuck around with two guys: my secret seminary boyfriend and this amazing specimen of a man, and a priest to boot.

Justin and I stripped down to our birthday suits, and put on our towels. As we made our way down to the personal gym in the basement, Justin said, "Don't worry, baby. Just follow my lead."

That was very reassuring. It was clear to me that Justin, so much more experienced than me, had messed around with Fr Rocco before. Obviously strings had been pulled at the archdiocesan chancery to get us all together for a whole summer. The thought made my cock begin to harden under my towel.

"Hey, calm down there. We can't look too eager, now can we?" Justin said laughing.

We reached the sauna door and went in through the blast of hot air and steam. And there was Fr Rocco, already dripping with sweat, sitting on the bench, head all the way back, his legs spread wide open so that one could almost make out his cock and balls through the opening.

"Hey boys, take a seat," said Fr Rocco, his head still inclined backwards, his neck and chest glistening with perspiration. "Amazing, no? I come in here every day after my work out. Thank God Father William put this in a couple years ago. You remember William, don't you Justin?"

"Oh very well," answered Justin in a half serious kind of way. "Wasn't he sent to Rome to do his doctorate?"

"Oh yeah, the archbishop sent him to do canon law, but he was totally fine with it. Has some really close friends there."

"I bet," said Justin, looking at me with a smile.

Suddenly Father Rocco stood up, took off his towel, and laid it aside. I couldn't stop staring at him, his furry cock and balls especially, glistening and probably fragrant with intoxicating musk.

"Don't be shy, men" he said laughing as he sat down again. "As I said before, we're men. Men are men. We know our bodies, right?"

I nodded in agreement.

Fr Rocco continued: "A lot of Catholic people, especially priests, are ashamed of their bodies. As if they've never seen Rome or Florence! You know, Catholic cultures rejoice in the beauty and majesty of the human form. I mean, Jesus and all the prophets and apostles and martyrs are are always depicted as extremely muscular and manly.

Feeling panicky, I said to myself, "Shit, my fucking hardon is going to poke right through the opening of the fucking towel! Shit!"

"Saint Sebastian especially," Father continued, "over the centuries became a kind of icon of male sexuality. All you have to do is look at the hundreds of paintings and statues done of him over the centuries. No, our faith has nothing against a beautiful male body."

Justin said, "Absolutely, Father". He stood up, and threw his towel to the side. He was sporting quite the semi-erection.

Emboldened by Justin, I said to myself "Fuck it," and threw aside my towel, revealing to Justin, Fr Rocco, to God and to all his angels my throbbing, dripping, rock hard prick. Justin and Rocco smiled at each other and gave a kind of approving nod.

"That's what I'm talking about, Francis!" exclaimed Father Rocco! "Bravo for your courage, my friend! The erect phallus of a male in the prime of his life is a beautiful thing. God made our bodies to respond to sexual desire in this way. Totally natural, no?"

Father Rocco began to touch himself, to rub and fondle his private area with his right hand, while his left was occupied in pinching his nipple.

"This is also natural, of course, natural and good. The cock is a gift from God, perhaps his greatest gift to men."

Justin by this time, fully erect, was groping himself in the same way. And I found myself doing the same.

"When a man touches himself," Father continued, "he is communing in a beautiful, profound way with his masculinity. Nothing can be more natural and right."

Father Rocco then came very close to me, and grabbed my pulsating, aching dick, starting to jack me off slowly. I began to breathe very heavily and moan.

"This is also natural and right, Francis. Men have this gift and men, those who are most in touch with the gift of their masculinity, can and should share it with one another."

Justin now came close and started squeezing my ass and kissing my neck.

I continued to moan, and nodded, "Yes, Father, yes, yes."

"And this is especially true for priests, Justin, at least those priests who have moved past the unnatural, petty rules which have been imposed on us for centuries under the guise of 'morality'. Those rules are not for us. We know better. And there are many like us ... and you are now one of us."

Almost spontaneously, I found myself on my knees, choking on Father Rocco's fat, uncut cock, his hand on my head guiding me. Justin came to Father Rocco's side and began to kiss him passionately.

"Bravo," said Rocco, before locking tongues again with Justin. Every inch of Father's private area was covered with my saliva, and I worked especially on his hairy balls, which seemed to make his whole large frame quiver with delight.

After several more minutes of this, Father Rocco with both hands took my head off of his cock.

"Francis, I want to show you something really special now," said Father panting. "This is the most intimate thing two men can do together. The most perfect communion of the flesh, one man giving everything that he is, and another man receiving this bounty and also giving himself, in vulnerability, to the other."

Justin turned me around and told me to put by hands on the lower bench. "Spread your legs," he said, kicking my feet apart. "Do everything I taught you when we trained with the plugs. Father is very big but just relax. I'm going to get you ready now, okay?" Then Justin dropped to his knees, spread my ass cheeks, and to my surprise spat on my hole several times.

Father Rocco continued, pleasuring himself: "So many have said that it's unnatural, an abomination, but I can tell you it's a thing of such beauty that it must have come down from heaven. Relax, Francis, and receive the gift."

Justin began fingering my hole, first one then two then three, digging as deep. Then, spreading my pucker wide open, he buried his face deep in my crack, licking my hole vigorously, probing me with his tongue, and even biting my ass cheek a few times.

Needless to say that I was going insane and was almost screaming and writhing with ecstasy. "Oh fuck!" I moaned, over and over. "O Christ!"

"Oh Christ indeed, Francis." Rocco said, still stroking himself. "He told us, his disciples, to love each other and give ourselves up for each other. This is not just some spiritual thing, but also very physical. In fact, I'm quite sure that priestly fucking goes back very far, maybe to the Apostles themselves, one of those secret traditions never written down but passed from generation to generation."

"We are to give ourselves totally to the other. Do you know the most sublime way to do this? By spreading wide our legs for the other, in total vulnerability, to receive another's masculine power inside of you. Do you want this, Francis?"

"Fuck yes, Father, I need it, please."

Justin withdrew his face from my crack, my hole now perfectly prepared for the invasion of Father Rocco's fat prick. Rocco moved close to me, standing between my spread feet, rubbing and probing my relaxed sphincter with his fingers. He then spat a couple of times on the palm of his hand, and began to rub it all over my hole.

"You will never be the same after this," Father whispered in my ear. "You're going to love it."

Suddenly I felt his cockhead gently pressing on my pucker, his hand guiding his cock slowly but surely deeper and deeper inside me.

"Oh my God, fuck me, fuck me," I moaned, almost crying.

Soon Father was all the way inside of me, balls deep. I never felt so satisfied and full in my entire life. Almost like my rectum was made specifically for Father's thick manhood. At this point also Justin got up on the bench, and placing himself on the upper bench, put his prick, now so familiar to me, into my mouth.

I couldn't believe that I had two hot cocks in both of my hungry holes. If Father was right about masculine communion, I was getting a double dose ("My cup runneth over!"). I greedily went down on Justin's cock, while Father Rocco was now sliding his cock in and out of me at a faster and harder pace.

The intensity only continued, until Father was grunting, "Oh yeah, fuck yeah, fuck me, oh shit yeah." He leaned down close and whispered to me, still full of Justin's cock: "Do you like that, seminarian Francis? How does it feel that we've made you one of us?" I managed to grunt in answer, "Mmmm mmmm."

Justin withdrew and began jacking his cock furiously near my face. Father then grabbed my head by the hair and began slamming himself harder and harder into me. The slapping sound of wet flesh colliding with wet flesh filled the air, as did the smell of our manly musk.

"Oh fuck, harder, Father, harder, I need it, please!" I screamed.

"You want my holy cock, seminarian? Take it!" he grunted as he slammed into me over and over. Justin was still working his dick frantically in front of me.

"God yes," I screamed back to Father Bruno.

"Oh my God, shiiiiiiiiiit!" Father Rocco exclaimed as he withdrew from me and began to shoot ropes and ropes of his hot jism all over my now wrecked asshole and lower back. I couldn't believe how many squirts came out of him; I had never seen anything like it.

Almost simultaneously, Justin began to shoot his own seed all over my face, and I quickly opened my mouth to take as much of it in as possible.

The chain reaction in turn caused me, without even touching myself, to shoot loads and loads of my own cum all over the bench and the wall behind it.

But it wasn't quite over yet.

"We can't waste all of that precious seed," said Father Bruno lustily. "Remember that song, Every sperm is sacred?" We all broke down in breathless laughter.

Father kept his word, wiping up copious amounts of his cum and began to slather my loose, well-used hole with it. Then he plunged his cock right back into me, and I began to experience a second time the joy of his fulness pumping in and out of me.

Following suit, Justin shoved his cum covered prick back into my mouth, which I greedily received; I was delighted to taste my own sweet cum on my best friend's cock.

Father Bruno then pulled me up to my feet. The two of them licked Justin's cum off my face, and we began a sloppy, greedy three way kiss, our tongues probing in and out of each others' eager mouths.

Then we all collapsed on the benches. I felt a little faint from the heat and the frenzied activity. "Come on, studs," Father Bruno said. "It's time to get ready for the evening choral Mass. You guys are serving."

Still panting, we nodded. We all got up to take showers, and afterwards delighted in the divine beauty of each other's wet, shining bodies.

"There's more to come, boys," said Father Bruno, after he was dressed again and looking smart in his black priestly cassock. "This is just the beginning. We're in a brotherhood. And not just us, there are many, many like us, even in the highest eschalons of Rome. So keep yourselves fit and ready. You never know when you'll need to jump into action and serve your fellow clerics."

After Mass and a beautiful dinner with Father Bruno, a meal filled with wine and laughter, Justin and I made our way drunkenly up to his room. He collapsed, exhausted and light-headed onto his bed, and shared a passionate kiss.

As we looked into each other's eyes, Justin said softly: "You were amazing."

"I love you, Justin."

"I love you too, Francis."

"Like Father said, this is just the beginning. Not just with them but with us, you and me."

As we drifted off to sleep, I was filled with happiness, a proud feeling of belonging to a true brotherhood, and a strong sense that I, in my 25th year, had finally become a man. I can be a priest, I said to myself, I can be a priest.

THE END

 

[ludusamoris]

If anyone is curious, the Latin title is a reference to the first part of Brideshead Revisited by the English Catholic writer Evelyn Waugh (a guy despite the name). In his book the first part is called "Et in Arcadia Ego", the words being taken a painting (Nicolas Poussin, 17th c.) of a scene in Virgil's Aeneid. It evokes a sense of nostalgia for a idealised past.

 

[Craiger]

Very nice. Extremely erotic and sensual. I'm sorry it has ended as it would be interesting to know further events of these fascinating men. Thank you,ludusamoris, for sharing this with us.

Craiger

 

[Autolycus]

That was a thrilling climax to your story both literally and figuratively! What can one say other than 'Pax vobiscum'!

 

[ludusamoris]

Thanks guys!

I'm so turned on by this that I think I'll be writing more stuff in the "ecclesiastical world".

Glad you enjoyed!