Catholic men's club

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Me and Chad walked out of the meeting. Me, being only 19 years old, felt cold, and my shoulders shivered like crazy. Chad, being older than me, and the leader of the group, was 42 years old. He took off his coat and put it over my shoulders, and my back. "Here, this should warm you up," he rubbed both his hands around my shoulders.

"Thanks," I said.

We sat in his truck. I wrapped his coat around me tighter.

John sat in the driver's seat. "Are you warm enough?"

"Oh, I'm fine."

But he didn't listen. He put both his firm hands on my shoulders. He started warming me up with both his hands. He had the strongest hands. "There's something about you that makes me want to protect you."

"Haha," I was lost for words. I enjoyed his attention, but he was a married man. I saw his ring during the meeting.

Chad stopped warming me up, or was he trying to flirt with me? Whatever he was doing, he stopped. He drove away from the church.

It must have been halfway through the drive. "You know, Robert, you have very flirty eyelashes. Did anyone ever tell you that?"

"What are you implying?," Robert asked.


"Nothing. Just that sometimes you can come off flirtatious, that's all," Chad said. "It's just that, I mean that, some men might think you're leading them on. Teasing them."

"You think I'm teasing some of the men at church?," Robert asked.


"I just feel that your young face might distract some of the men. Distract them from God's love. I believe lust leads us away from God's love."

"I did see one of the men stare at my ass when I picked up my pencil," Robert responded.

"Exactly. I just think that you might lead them away from God's love. Not on purpose, of course," Chad said, his deep manly voice echoing through the truck.

"What if I want your love and not God's?," Robert placed his soft hands on the older man's inner thigh.

"Robert, please. I can't. I have a wife," Chad gulped. He stopped the car in front of my house.

"But I want you. I always wanted you. Ever since I first saw you!"

"God's love will pull you through your lustful urges," Chad said this, but a bulge formed in front of his pants. He was breathing heavily.

"Please, I just want to make you feel like a man. I won't tell anybody, I swear! It'll be between me and you," Robert said.

Chad's torso was on top of Robert's jock body, "God, please help me resist temptation! Please!

"I love you, Chad. Please kiss me," Robert bashed his eyelashes.

Chad got off of the young man's body. Both men were hunky and athletic. "A man's body is made for other women, not for another man."

Robert tried laying his head against Chad's pecs. Chad almost kissed the young man. "I think it's best you leave, right now," Chad said.

"See you in a few days," Robert said.

"You too. From God's love to you," Chad said. And he watched the young 19 year old Robert walk slowly to the front door.

Chad's cock was still stiff. "Dear Lord, I'm going need all your strength," and Chad covered his erection with his coat.

 

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Robert was at the library; It was two blocks away from the church.

He walked through the entrance. About three yards away, he saw the man from the Catholic men's club that stared at his ass when he picked up a pencil. It was David, a handsome 34 year old man with a dark beard. He had blue eyes, and high cheekbones.

Robert walked fast the other way. He walk towards the romance section. When he went there, he stared at some of the book covers, with men's torsos; Their hard abs, toned pecs, broad shoulders, puffed up delts, and their big biceps. He lusted over a novel cover where a handsome young man, about 23 years old, had his arms around a College aged girl. He stared at it for a while. He was hypnotized by the young man's handsome face, and broad shoulders.

"Oh hey, Robert!," a voice went into Robert's ear.

"Oh! Hey, David, I,......," Robert was at lost for words to explain him staring at the book's cover. His eyes must have fixated on the cover for forty five seconds.

"Looking for a good read, today, Robert?," David asked. His deep voice making his manliness clear.

"Oh, oh yeah,......I was just looking, looking around.....," Robert felt his stomach growl quietly. There was no sound.

"Hey, me too! I'll see you around!," David patted Robert in the back.

20 minutes later.....

Robert was at the vending machine near the entry way of the library. He took his wallet out, but there were no coins, and no dollars, in it.

"You want my two dollars? I don't really care about it anymore," David's voice was to his left.

"Oh! Oh, thank you," Robert said. He gracefully took the two dollars.

Robert then put the $2 in the machine, and pressed the Pepsi button.

"Hey, Robert. I just wanted to say. I, I just wanted to say that I always thought you were cute. You, you have an amazing waist. And you have an amazing curve to your.....oh God," David whimpered

"I think you're attractive, too, David," I blurted out quietly.

"So if you wanna get a shake some time, I'm.....," David scratched his head nervously.

"I'd be happy to. Oh, and thanks for the dollars! I'll see you around, David," I smiled at him and pretended to drop the quarter. The quarter was change from the vending machine. I made sure my ass was popping out.

"Oh God," David moaned. It almost an orgasmic moan.

I waved to David, goodbye. He waved back. And I was back to the sidewalk, walking away.

 

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David and Robert walked out of the ice cream parlor. The two men unconsciously stood closely to one another.
"Ice cream, in mid-October?," Robert asked.
"Sure, why not?," David responded.
Robert shivered a bit. A temperature machine showed forty two degrees Fahrenheit. In came David and he put his coat steadily around Robert's shoulders.
"David, you don't have to.....," and Robert finished the last inch of his Strawberry Ice Cream cone.
"You were shivering a little," David said.

The two men now sat in David's truck. "David, I need some change. It's for vending machine food, if I want any."
"You greedy brat......," and just that moment, Robert put his hands in David's right pants pocket. He used his fingers to rub against David's soft cock.
"Robert, what the fuck are you?.......," David moaned.
Robert could feel David's cock grow stiffer and stiffer. It was almost fully grown. To Robert, his prick felt like a pack of quarters. "I can feel all that coinage in your pants," Robert said.
"Oohhhhh GGooooooooooooddd! Robert. That feeeeeeeeeeeeels ssooooooooooooo gooooooood!," David's breathing became heavier.
His cock was now fully ten inches erect. Robert rubbed his fingers against the stiff penis. It also felt like a long, hard piece of wood (or a thick branch of a tree) he held in his hand as a child.
"Come on, David. I can feel those, hard, pieces of coinage, in your pants. I need them."
"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm gonnaa cuuuummmmm! Uuhhhhhhhhhhh, mannnnn!," David almost yelled.
But before David could squirt out a drop of semen, Robert stopped.
"AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh, fuckk! You tease!
David's erect meat was sticking out of his sweat pants. Robert thought it was hot. Both their cocks were erect, but David's penis was fully erect, and pointing straight out, and up, like a cannon.

"Sorry, I just love seeing men's dicks hard. Popping out like that!," Robert said to David.

"AAawwwww, fuck! Now, I'm going to have to jack off at home! And that takes me like fifteen minutes.....at least! Fuck!"

"Are you mad at me, David?"

"No, I just wanna kiss you now. Come here, I want a kiss!," David said loudly.

And Robert did. They both tongued for about two minutes.

"I'm taking you home. And when I get home, I'm jacking off! Fuck you, Robert! I can feel a drop of precum in my pants!," and David adjusted his crotch.

They were now at Robert's house. "Next time you make me squirt, you hear me, you jerk!"

"Sure, David," Robert kissed, and tongued, David, one last time.

David grabbed Robert's meaty bottom.


Robert just walked slowly towards his front door.

David, on the other hand, still was thinking with his dick. There must have been at least two drops of pre-cum since they left the ice cream parlor then.

 

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Robert sat in a circle of chairs of forty one men, with one man preaching to all of them. A man with a somewhat long beard was preaching the bible to the men. There were forty two men total.

"And what did Eve do? She seduced Adam to eat the apple. Forced him to give in to his animal desires," the fifty one year old preacher said loudly.
Robert just drooled over the handsome older man. His beard made him look distinguished and manly. His voice, macho and loud. His eyes, masculine and dominant. The two made eye contact.

"And Adam was seduced by Eve's delicate beauty. Her curvaceous hips, her doe like eyes, her soft lips, and her smooth skin," the preacher's eyes was fixated on Robert's eyes now. It almost felt like the older man was making love to the younger man. They were eye fucking. Robert felt his crotch becoming erect.

"I bet Eve was a fine young lady," an attractive black Christian man said.

All the men, including Robert, laughed.

"Bet she was a catch," said another redheaded 36 year old man. His voice loud and sexy. At least to Robert, his voice was.

The preacher, named Elliot Patrick, was still eyeing the young Robert. The older man's eyes seeming to want to protect, and own, the young man.

"Yes, yes, men, Eve was probably a very seductive and lithe young woman. Now back to our discussion!"

Robert licked his lips at the older, bearded, man. He also fluttered his eye lashes at the older stud.

Elliot continued to voice the scripture. His older eyes blinked at the smooth skinned young boy. He cleared his throat, "Ahem, ahem."

The preaching went on for twenty more minutes.

The 19 year old Robert stood in front of the entry way of the church. And the older Elliot Patrick came from behind the door. "Oh, Robert, I didn't mean to scare you!"
"You didn't scare me, Elliot."

"Ahh, I see!"

"I really liked your preaching today, Elliot. I loved how we were all talking about Eve!"

"Haha, yeah, she really did Adam in, didn't she?"

"Well, Adam was still his own man. I'll see you next Sunday, Elliot!"

"See you, beautiful!," Elliot's eyes became big, in horror, and embarrassment. His cheeks, red.

"Haha," Robert laughed, but smiled at the older stud.

"I'm sorry, Robert. It just slipped out. I don't know where that came from," Elliot told Robert.

"You want to go to dinner with me, at my parent's house, tonight?"

"I think I should distance myself from you, I mean,...."

"I think you're quite the catch, too, Elliot," Robert licked his lips again.

"Please don't do that, it drives me crazy, I, I, I,....."

"Come on, Elliot, come to dinner with me tonight."

"Alright, I'll come. But maybe just this once. I, I, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you," Elliot said.

"I like looking beautiful for you, though, Mr. Patrick."

"Listen, Robert, I like you, and stuff, but I gotta go. See you tonight," and Elliot Patrick walked speedily away from the teenage young man.


Robert licked his lips, "I think you're beautiful, too, stud."

The leaves were almost all done dying from the tree a few feet away from Robert.

Elliot Patrick?

 

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Elliot's balls needed to be emptied. He was so busy the past two weeks that he did not have time to jack off for those two weeks. In fact, his balls started to ache and tighten. He sat in the car and his mind rewound to the young 19 year old Robert, eyeing him at church. This added more strain to his already struggling testicles. He thought of all the women who flirted with him that same week and rubbed his penis lightly. His thoughts returned to the cherry 19 year old young man. He gasped and walked to the front door of Robert's house.

After dinner.....

The two men sat in Elliot Patrick's car. The older man just stared at the young man. "Your mother is an amazing cook. That chicken was well made!"

"Thanks. They seemed to like you. My mother usually respect men of the church."

Elliot smiled his warm, masculine smile back, "So, where are we going to go tonight?"

"I told my mother that I was helping you paint a few walls at the church, an obvious total lie!," Robert said, laughing hysterically.
"How about you come into my bedroom. Just me and you," the 51 year old Elliot said warmly.

"Dinner was nice, but I want to eat other things now," young Robert said.

Elliot Patrick's masculine, warm, right hand was now placed on 19 year old Robert's left thigh. Robert could feel the desire firing from the older man's hands. Even Elliot's eyes had an animal desire to them.

And so Elliot drove them to his house.

Robert was on Elliot's lap. The two kissed for what seemed like four minutes. Robert could feel Elliot's throbbing penis. He could also smell the testosterone coming from the older man's crotch. Elliot was shaking too, his body full of desire. Robert rubbed Elliot's inner right thigh. Elliot moaned.

Is that his balls?, Elliot thought while sniffing the testosterone from Elliot lap.

The 51 year old placed Robert's right hand on his own penis. His penis was now fully erect, at nine inches. "I've seen old pictures of you when you were in high school. You were in your football uniform, you were handsome as hell. I bet you pounded a lot of the girls and cheerleaders back then," Robert said.

"Not all of them, just five of them. I also pounded two of the guys on the football team. Wow, you're making me really randy, can we just screw now?," Elliot asked.

"I bet you made a lot of touchdowns," Robert said.

"I'll make a touchdown in your hole if you just do what I need you to do," there was horniness in Elliot's voice.

"God, you have an amazing body for a 51 year old. Your back is just sculpted, your biceps and so firm," Robert whispered in Elliot's ear.

"Just give me a suck," the older man said. Robert mouth was now on the musky mushroom head. Elliot Patrick's head was throbbing and red.

Robert outlined the man's cock with his tongue. "Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooood!!!," the man moaned.

15 minutes later.....

His cock now teased, Elliot's muscular torso was above Robert's body. Robert could see Elliot's six pack abs and his firm biceps. Robert could see Elliot's huge back muscles through the mirror above them. Elliot hungrily kissed Robert's neck, his penis now halfway through the young man's anus. "Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, it's like a huge piece of meat!!! You got to be at least four inches across," Robert said.

"Stop talking, you're arouse me and I'll be forced to penetrate you deeper, and it'll hurt," the older man moaned, a sense of restraint and frustration was in his voice. "Plus, I'm six inches across in width. You're gonna be really loose by the end of tonight!"

"Uuhhhhhhhh, Elliot, do you think Adam could resist my cherry if I spread my legs open in the garden of Eden?"

"Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Ggoooooooooooooooooooooood!!! I'm sorry, I told you to shut up!," the older man's cock was not two inches deeper into the young man. " I don't want to hurt you! Just shut up!"

Robert forced himself not to moan in pain and pleasure. He was afraid his moaning would send the older man to the edge. So he just put both his hands on Elliot's back.

Elliot continued fucking the 19 year old young man. He was back to an inch into Robert's asshole. He penetrated again.

"Uuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I feel so full!!!," Robert moaned both in pain and pleasure.

Elliot's manhood had a mind of its own and went eight inches in young Robert.

"AAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! It hurts!!!"

The 51 year old man couldn't hold it any longer, his horse dick just ejaculated twenty two jets of semen into the man below him.

Robert screamed and Elliot covered his mouth, almost like he was kidnapping him. Robert felt ashamed, but continued to go in and out of Robert's cherry.

With all his might, the well built 51 year old man ejected himself from 19 year old Robert. Semen flew out of the young man's hole, as if a white river had floated down. "Robert, I'm so sorry, I couldn't hold back! It's all my fault."

"I'm not sure I can walk for the next week, or two. You are huge!"

The older man collapsed on top of Robert. His balls were now a bit emptier. "I'm so sorry, I should have pulled out earlier!"

"No, I wanted this. I accepted to go into your bedroom after all. I was a bit flirty at dinner. I brought it on myself."

"No, I should have got out as soon as I saw you in pain. I wished I had jacked off two weeks ago, or at least a few days ago."

"Your have an amazing dick!"

"You have an amazing tight hole."

"Aaaahhhhhhh, aahhhhhhhhhh, I'm gonna cum!," and young Robert shot nineteen ropes of sperm.

"I don't blame you if you never talk to me ever again," the older man said.

 

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The two inches of snow on the ground made Robert remember his childhood. The early December wind ached his bones and he held the basket of fruit, candies, and jam that his mother made whenever a new priest would come to the church.

The new priest was probably one of the hunkiest and handsome men Robert had ever seen. He remind Robert of Charlton Heston from the movie, The Ten Commandments. The priest was a healthy 36 year old man with a trimmed beard. His brunette set of hair and beard making him look like a carpenter. His black uniform was tight around his V-shaped torso. His biceps were bulging against his black shirt. Robert saw him walk into a hallway and he heard the priest's footsteps go upwards. Robert followed him.....

Robert knocked on the door. "Come in," the priest said. His voice was a warm and booming voice.
"Oh, hi.....," Robert said. The priest gave Robert the warmest and welcoming smile Robert had ever seen.
"Oh, who's basket is that for?"
"My mother put together, and made it for you," Robert said, trying not to sound lustful.
"Well, it's beautiful," the priest announced. Robert swore one of his eyes twinkled when he said 'beautiful'.
"I hope you enjoy it. My mother can go overboard with being giving sometimes," Robert scratched behind his ear.

"Well, I'm Father James! It's nice to meet you....."

"Uh, Robert! My name is Robert," he smiled.

Father James shook his hand, "I hope to see you around, Robert. I'm speaking at the Catholic Men's Club next week, if you want to come."

"Actually, I'm already in that club," Robert replied.

"Well, then it'll be nice to see a familiar face," Father James traced the center of Robert's palm with his point finger.

"Uh, I think I better go. I have things to do before mass this evening!"

"Well, see you," Father James nodded at Robert, his hunky smile making Robert's cock stiffen up.

"Nice to meet you, Father," and Robert was now out the door. He nodded at Father James, as a way of saying goodbye. And then he closed the door behind him.

Robert walked down the stairs, his erection hidden by his loose pants and brown jacket. He swore there was an electricity between them when they had moments of looking in each other's eyes; His thoughts remembered Father James's V-shaped torso and his masculine smile and teeth.

The church bell rung; Confession would be starting in half an hour.

The man on the right is how I think Father James looks like.

 

[MusicMan321]

Very interesting story good read

 

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Robert's knees felt cold on the wooden kneeling board. It added to the feeling to isolation that the confessions booth had in its style. Robert looked at the crucifix in front, and above, him. The booth smelled a little bit like wood, but there was perfume and oil too.

"Blessed me father, for I have sinned. It has been eight months since my last confessions, and these are my sins."
"Go on, and tell me your sins," Father James said, his voice deep, extremely manly, and commanding. But, there was a fatherly and warm tone in his commanding essence.
"Father, I, I, I seem to always have these, these, urges. These urges, usually sexual, are towards other men, usually older men. I don't know what to do. Sometimes, I act on these urges. I just want to get rid of them. I, I, I come to these men's homes and just give them my body, like I'm some harlot, almost like a prostitute. And these men give in to my seductions. I tease them until they go mad, and then we satisfy our crotches. Some of these men are church men. I can't blame them, at least not fully. I show them my legs, my shape, and my soft lips, which temps them! Oh father, I don't know what to do!"

"Do you have any other sins to confess to me?," there was a strong cough coming from Father James. Robert had a gut feeling that Father James was shocked by the confessions that he had just told."

"Um, just that I skipped church one this year. I was lazy one morning and decided not to go that Sunday. But, overall, it's just my hunger for men, a warm father figure that I need, I need to be close to older men."

"Ahem, ahem. For your penance I want you to pray ten Our Fathers. And now, can you pray to me the Act of Contrition?"

"Oh my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee, and I detest all my sins because of thy just punishments, but most of all because they offend Thee, my God, who art all good and deserving of all my love.

I firmly resolve with the help of Thy grace to sin no more and to avoid the near occasion of sin. Amen."

And he was finished. "And I now pray you leave in peace, in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit..."

"Amen," pronounced Robert.

Robert sat in one of the pews. He prayed all his ten prayers. Then two thoughts crossed his mind, Oh God, does Father James know that it was me?, and What if he hates me from now on?

Robert left the church. The snow blew in the wind. And Robert just accepted that he perhaps embarrassed himself to the knew priest.

 

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Robert entered the gym. He bid the front desk guy 'Hi' then sped walked to the locker room.

He held his gym bag and put it down on a bench. Inside, his underwear, clothes, and shirts. To his right was a handsome man of around 20 years old. He wiped his body with a white towel. "Hey, sup man?"

"Doing great, working out, man," Robert said. He looked at the jockstrap the 20 year old was wearing. There was a strip of brown dirt skidding across the top right of his crotch, from Robert's view.

"See ya around, man," the dude said.

"Yeah," Robert said, his cock popping up. Robert knew that this gym was where around seventy percent of the church men came to work out. Their studly teenage and twenty-something sons went also.

Robert roamed his feet on the gym floor, walking around the lockers. His hands feeling out the locker doors. He stopped at one locker, it was opened. And to his right, one of the showers were running. Robert looked at the grey briefs hanging on the locker. Below was the guy's gym bag. Robert took the briefs.

He took in the smell. He inhaled the masculine smell of the mysterious man's pants. He took another whiff; It reminded him of musk, sweat, gym, barbells, stink, and of course, a man's raging testosterone. There was a sweaty wetness to it. The voice in the shower coughed. But, the water was still running.

Robert quickly unzipped the man's gym bag and inside was a jock cup. Robert took the cup and inhaled it too. Again, sweat, musk, rank wetness, and testosterone. But, it was a stronger and more condensed smell. He must have sniffed the cup, and the briefs, for about twenty five times, by now.

The shower had stopped. "Oh shit!," Robert stuffed the cup back in the gym bag, and the briefs back on the locker hook.

Robert went back to his own locker. The man in the shower now stood at the open locker room. Robert went back around the corner, close to the male's locker, it was Father James. And his body was better than Robert even thought. His biceps were big, but not comically so. His handsome, All-American, face could release lust from a teenage cheerleader's wet Vagina, his legs were hairy, but not overly so. His beard was big and bushy, but not like an old wise-man, or whatever. And finally, his unerect cock must have been about six inches big!

Robert gawked at the fatherly yet fit physique of Father James. The blood rushed to his penis. But, Robert realized that Father James was a man of God. Everything about Father James was made for sex, even his warm, caring, welcoming, and manly, smile.

 

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The snow outside had melted a little bit that day, it was Sunday. And that meant the meeting for the men of his church.

19 year old Robert entered and sat down. He noticed, and his eyes got bigger, the young 20-year-old that was at the gym yesterday, in his rank jockstrap. "Oh hi, I remember you, man!"

"Oh yeah, hi, I'm Robert!," and he shook the hand of the 20-year-old brown eyed stud.

"I'm Levi, I just moved here. My father is the new guy at this church, he's a priest!"

"Oh!," and the picture of the hairy, muscular, man, in the gym, ran through Robert's head. He remembered the stink, the musk, and the smell, of the jockstrap.

"I'm thinking of joining the baseball team in the spring, I can't wait!," Levi said.

"I think I met your father about on Saturday," Robert said.

"Oh, you did,..."

"Hi men," a voice came out loud from the stage. And suddenly, Levi's father was now on stage.

"Amen, father!," all the men said. Robert took a quick look at Levi, he realized how deep Levi's voice was. It was so masculine and firm, yet it was warm at the same time.

"So, we will talk about how suffering, and how Jesus suffered for our own sins, for our own good."

For the next hour, Robert just locked his eyes on Father James' eyes. He had the same brown eyes as Levi. There were times he swore James was talking to him. Then it was over.



It started snowing again. It wasn't quite flurries, but it wasn't a heavy snow either. I was about two blocks down when a car beeped its horn at me. "Do you need a ride?"
It was Levi. He was driving a sexy, blue, corvette. "Um,....sure, why not?!!"
Robert got in. Levi looked as sexy as ever. His dark, brown, hair blowing as I closed the door.
Levi drove for what felt like less than eight minutes. He had finally arrived at Robert's house.
"Hey, thanks for the ride, man," Robert said.
"If you ever wanna hang, just call me," Levi winked, a wink that seemed a bit too intimate. He handed Robert a card.
"Um, thanks. See ya around!"
"And hey, Robert. You wanna go to Brandon's with me next weekend?" Brandon's was a local restaurant in our city.
"Uh,....I'll think about it, thanks for the ride, man."
And there was that weird glint in Levi's eyes again.

Robert walked slowly to the front door. The snow continued its cold attack on the ground, but Robert just felt warmth, probably from the sparkly eyes of Levi, who Robert hoped was hitting on him.