A new abbey curate finds a new vocation

Fr  Damian Appleton, a newly ordained priest,  was waiting outside the Archbishops office, nervously awaiting an interview where he would discover his first posting.    At 29 and fresh from seminary,   he was nervous  to discover where he would be sent.    Come in would you Fr Appleton ,  said the Archs secretary and take a seat.  He will be with you in a moment hes just on the telephone to Rome at the moment but shouldn't be long ,  help yourself to a tea or coffee on the bureau.    Thanks, said   Damian  nervously, he made himself a coffee,  hoping to calm his nerves with a caffeine fix.    The door opened and in walked the Arch,   Damian stood up and bowed his head,    Please no formality Father sit down and drink your coffee while I get your file out.   He buzzed his secretary and asked for the Priests file, she entered a moment later carrying a folder which she passed to the Arch .  He opened and turned a couple of pages,  then paused,  Oh Yes,  now then Fr  I don't know how much if anything your Bishop as told you regarding your post?  Eh Nothing at all, he replied,  I apologies for that, said the Arch but its been very sudden due to illness,  so all arranged quickly,  you are to take over  Fr Robinsons duties at  the  Melkirk Abbey , due to his sudden ill health,  Fr has had to go into hospital and if all goes well, he will need a long recuperation after.    Sorry its all been rather sudden but these things happen.   I am sorry you are not yet  going to help in a parish as is the usual thing, under the direction of the Parish Priest , but the Abbot I am sure will be a suitable guide to your duties and responsibilities.

You  will be  under the guidance of the Abbot for the period of your stay there and he is a very kind and helpful Abbot, of whom his Friars speak highly,  he is in his late fifties and responsible for  28  friars and a couple of aged nuns who do the washing and prepare food and drink for meals,  they have quarters in the Abbey gatehouse about half a mile from the Abbey.   He passed over an envelope, and  £50 cash toward any expenses, your train tickets and instructions are in the envelope,   and the Abbot knows you are coming, so will arrange transport from the station as the Abbey is quite isolated, but in a beautiful part of the coast, with wonderful views and walks nearby.      I suppose you would like a brief outline of your duties, the Abbot will fill you in with more details when you meet.   but briefly you will be required to say Mass every morning and hear confessions after.    You will have a dedicated period in the afternoon for a one to one session with any of the friars who need spiritual guidance,  also  as and when required  take care spiritually of any of the older and more infirm  friars , about three are well into their eighties,  and suffer from the usual infirmities of old age.    Their medical care is taken care of my two male nurses who attend regularly.      You will be leaving for the Abbey in two days time and can I therefore wish you every blessing and success in this challenge.   With that Damian left and set off for his digs to prepare.

Damian  was packed and awaiting  the Taxi booked to take him to the station, all went well and the journey passed without incident till the arrival at the small remote station in beautiful  countryside.     He was sitting in the waiting room awaiting his lift and drinking a cup of tea, thoughtfully provided by the Stationmaster, when a red faced friar of about 50, rushed into the waiting room.    Fr Damian?  said the guy,   "So sorry Im late, car trouble! couldn't get the darn thing started,   those  nuns think it runs on fresh air hardly any petrol in it, so had to go to nearest town for petrol,"   " sorry so sorry. "  No worries, said the young priest,  the stationmaster made me most comfortable.     Good said the friar picking up the suitcases and leading the way, within seconds they were chatting  on their way to the Abbey,   the friar telling Fr Damian a bit of the Abbeys history as the drove,   they climbed a very steep hill and over the brow,   Damian was amazed at the view before him, a long stretch of wild coastline stretched before him devoid of any buildings, save  a small lodge just off the road and the Abbey below.   Below the Abbey was the most beautiful stretch of sand glistening in the sun, protected at each end by some rugged cliffs.    Beautiful! said Fr Damian , you wont think so when you're here for a storm and the lights fail said the friar laughing.  They drove past the lodge and up the drive and as they swung round to the entrance, a tall  bearded, academic looking guy of about 55, moved to the car,  Damian took him to be the Abbot, he smiled as he greeted them.    "Fr Damian, I presume"   Yes  Damian replied, Im  Joseph, Fr Aboot officially but Known as Joseph to all,   Damian immediately felt here was a nice guy, not at all what he was expecting, he was preparing to meet a somewhat stuffy,  doddery  stern old guy,  and here was the total opposite. Br  Joseph had obviously been a stunner in his younger days, nearly 6 foot and although graying and thinning hair, it gave him a distinguished look , similar to the ageing film stars, who weather well.    Come on in and relax after your journey, the sisters have a snack all prepared for you and then when you've eaten, if you like will take you a walk on our beach.   That would be lovely said Damian it looks fantastic, the friar pointed it out as we arrived over the hill.     Yes it is Beautiful, but can be quite lonely at times, but a lovely set of walks if you require solitude at any time.

They finished the "snack"  and  then Joseph said,  you up for that walk,  Id better said Damian after that feast, I need to walk it off, Ok said Joseph i will fill you in on your duties as we walk, as I understand it was all rather sudden.    They walked and talked and when they reached, the rocs at one end, Joseph suggested they take a breather and sat down on a nearby rock, as he sat down slightly higher up to the rock Damian had perched on  the wind blew his cassock up to his thighs and Damian saw  right up to his crotch, though rather than expecting a glimpse of Joseph commando , or wearing  white briefs, it revealed  a pair of white thin nylon skimpy briefs, which Damian could see thru the tip of his penis which seemed a large bellend.    Damian was surprised that  Joseph didn't try to cover himself quickly but just sat there chatting and explaining Damians duties, he would be require to carry out.   The wind blew once more this time more of Josephs thigh and briefs were exposed  showing a pair of athletic legs and a sizable bulge.   Then suddenly  Joseph announced he  fancied  a swim and asked Damian if he'd like to join him,   Damian blushed and explained his trunks were in his luggage,  no worries said Joseph your wearing pants aren't you,   Yes said Damian and within two seconds Joseph was standing there in just the white nylon briefs, Damian had caught a glimpse of seconds before.  Joseph had a remarkable physique Damian thought for his age , there still remained  a considerable six pack and chest and  arms and Damian couldn't help but notice the trail of hair from his navel to the top of his briefs  below which was a sizable bulge, of a long shaft resting on his balls. and the bell showing through the nylon.    Come on don't be shy , no ones around here for miles, encouraged, Damian stripped off and finally took off his trousers revealing a pair of white cotton slip briefs, which Damian was glad concealed more of his tackle than Josephs did.   They were soon both running into the sea and splashing about, Joseph kicked water all over Damian and he did likewise,   laughing uncontrollably as they did like a couple of kids.  After about an hour of merriment,  the both of them dripping wet made their way back to the rock to dress, when Damian noticed,  Josephs wet briefs, thoroughly  exposing all his tackle,   Joseph was looking at Damian s crotch and smiling , Damian looked down and realized his cotton briefs were soaked showing all his  to the smiling Joseph.  Some lovely God given assets there said Joseph joking, Damian blushed,  as he realized looking at Josephs tackle his cock had started to grow,  starting to struggle in his small briefs to retain itself.    Seeing his embarrassment and his growing  penis,  Joseph laughed and said no worries,   and before Damian could respond Joseph peeled off his wet briefs and placed them on a sunny rock to dry,   Joseph was now stark naked , and Damian  tried to act normally,   Come on peel them off and dry them here wont take long in this sun.   Damian screwed up his courage, and did as Joseph told him, Damian was sporting a semi at the site of the abbots  tackle which was impressive flaccid,  they sat down together on the rock both naked and enjoying the warm afternoon sun .  

 (to be continued)