Father William

My parents dragged me to mass every week.  I hated it.  Father Ignacio was as boring as a frozen cow patty.  Once every month, I did my altar boy duties.  Father preferred that I be the one to hold the communion plate while he gave parishioners the Host.  It was an easy, if not dull, duty to perform.  At the time, I thought that Father was an ancient man.  He was actually in his late forties.  When I was in my forties, I was asked about the abuse that took place when I was an altar boy.  Honestly, the only thing I ever witnessed or knew about was Father Ignacio slapping Gilbert McIntire.

I remember that day well. Gilbert, and I, and about six other boys were doing routine training, and Gilbert had taken a candle lighter and was goofing around with it. He knocked something down. Father jerked the lighter out of Gilbert’s hands and smacked him on the shoulder, knocking him to the ground. When we talked about it later, I mean the other boys and I, only one of them had heard that Father had ever hit anyone, and that boy had been throwing things from the choir loft. One of the boys whispered that one of his cousins said the priest in his town liked to make sure the boys had both their nuts before letting them be altar boys. Most of us laughed about it at the time. We knew Father wouldn’t do anything like that.

Father was in love with Mrs. Philips, and she was in love with him. She told anyone who would listen that she thought he should be allowed to marry her, but he wouldn’t leave the priesthood.

At the start of that summer, when I was thirteen, I had become aware that while my friends had begun thinking about girls, I was thinking about my older brother’s friends. I felt that I should confess to Father Ignacio, but I was worried that he would damn me to Hell, so I kept quiet. On the second Sunday of summer vacation, Father Ignacio told the congregation the news that would forever change my life. He announced that Father William Stevenson would be joining him to help minister to our parish, and his first day would be the next Sunday.

I was scheduled to help with the Eucharist that week. Father Ignacio asked my parents to let me come to the church on Wednesday morning to meet the new priest and have a brief training. On Monday and Tuesday, I fretted about meeting some old priest and learning a new routine. On Tuesday evening, my brother Andy had his friends over for an all-night party, and I kept sneaking looks at Doug. I did my best to make sure he didn’t notice.

The guys were staying the night, they were going to play pool, watch movies, and goof around. My dad told me to go to bed. I was just outside my bedroom when Doug came up next to me. “Hey, Aaron,” he whispered. “I know you’re looking at me.”

I was horrified. I felt my face go red. I looked down at the floor.

“Hey, man. It’s cool. I’m kind of flattered. I mean, you’re cute, and you like me.”

I looked up at him.

“Did you want to do anything about it?”

“Yeah,” I whispered.

Doug opened the door to my room and went in. I followed him. He closed the door behind us and locked my door. Doug went to my bed and sat down. “Come here, Aaron.” I walked over to him. “I don’t want you to do anything that you don’t want to.”

“OK,” I whispered.

“Do you want to kiss me?”

I nodded. He leaned up and kissed me. His lips were so soft. I felt his tongue touch my lips and then rub across them. I liked it, and I felt my dick get hard.

Doug stopped kissing me. “I want to blow you. Do you know what that is?”

“No,” I shook my head.

“It feels really good. I put your penis in my mouth. Do you want me to?”

“Sure.” I wasn’t sure, but I was willing to let him do anything he wanted to do. And I was sure I would do anything he asked me to do to him.

Doug took my socks off, then my pants, and finally my underwear. My penis was sticking straight up. I saw Doug smile at me, and it made me feel good. He bent forward and put my dick in his mouth. He massaged it with his lips and his tongue. It felt so good, and it didn’t take long for me to come.

“I think it’s happening,” I said to him.

He gripped his mouth tighter and moved his tongue faster.

I spurted three times. When Doug sat up, his lips were wet, but I saw no cum. He had swallowed all of it.

“Do you want to do me now?”

I was scared, but I wanted to make him happy. “Yeah, I do.”

Doug pulled his pants down. His dick seemed huge next to mine. He had dark hair above it. I reached out and touched him. His dick jumped at my touch. I leaned forward and put as much of it in my mouth as I could. His dick grew longer and harder. I did what he had done to me. I couldn’t get all of it in my mouth, but I did my best.

Doug put his fist to his mouth. I heard him say, “Fuck, that’s good,” and he moaned several times. I was shocked because my brother got grounded for saying the word ‘fuck’ just last month. With his other hand, Doug touched my head and ran his fingers through my hair. Then I heard him say, I’m going to come; swallow what you can.

I tried to get ready, as he spurted into my mouth I swallowed and swallowed. Then I grabbed his cock with my hand and sucked on the end. His liquid was salty. I wasn’t sure I liked it, but it was Doug’s, and it made him happy, so it made me happy.

Doug pulled his pants back up. He pulled me next to him on the bed, and he held me. “That was good Aaron. I really liked it.”

“I did, too,” I told him.

“Maybe we can do it again.”

“Anytime you want,” I said.

“Do you know what fucking is?” Doug asked me.

“I just know it’s a word I’m not supposed to say.”

“It’s something that men and women do. You know that men have dicks and women have pussies, right?”

“Yeah, they told us in health class. Women have holes that babies come from. Guys put their dicks in there so they can get women pregnant.”

“True, but when guys stick their dicks in a woman’s pussy, it feels good for both of them. The thing is, two guys can do something like that. One guy sticks his dick in the other guy’s butt hole. It hurts at first, but it feels really good after a bit. It’s called fucking.”

“Do you want to do that Doug?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“OK. What do I need to do?”

“We can’t do it now. I have to get some things, first. But don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.” Doug sat up. “I should get back or they’ll wonder where I went.”

I sat up and kissed him.

“I like you, Aaron. You’re cute, and your cum tastes good. I’m not going to tell anyone we did this.” Doug got up and left the room.

I put my head on my pillow and looked at the ceiling. Doug wanted to do it again. That made me happy. And he wanted to put his dick inside me. I reached down and touched my butt hole. I pushed my finger against it. It did feel kinda good, but Doug’s dick was so big. It couldn’t possibly fit. I closed my eyes and imagined that he was laying on top of me, kissing me. I hoped he would sneak back in before morning, and I fell asleep with that thought on my mind.

Doug didn’t come back that night. But I remembered what it felt like to have him suck my cock, and the memory of it made me smile. I liked sucking him, too. I sat down at the kitchen table with a smile on my face. My mother smiled at me and kissed my forehead. She reminded me to head off to church after I ate.

My walk to church took me past a little convenience store; well, not exactly past. I went inside and bought a Baby Ruth. I knew it would melt if I kept it in my pocket, so I ate it as I walked to church. When I arrived at the church office, I was met by a man in his twenties who was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. He smiled at me. I thought he was the most handsome man I’d ever seen. He didn’t make my insides feel funny the way Doug did, but he was still handsome.

Father Ignacio came out of his office just as the man put his hand out to me. “I see you’re about to meet Father Stevenson.”

“Call me Father William. And you are?” His voice was rich and deep.

“I’m Aaron Smith. It’s nice to meet you.” He shook my hand. His hand was warm and comforting.

“Aaron will be one of your altar boys this Sunday.”

“Let’s get started then.” He opened the door, and we walked to the sanctuary. Father William went over every step with precise directions. I could tell right away that he was a different kind of man. As I watched and listened to him, I knew that he was the most handsome man I had ever seen, even better looking than the models in many of the magazines I often look at. He smelled really nice, too. He showed me a different way of holding the communion plate, and when his hand wrapped over mine to adjust my grip, I wanted him to hug me. I would have done anything he asked.

After the training, Father asked me if I had any questions about what we were going to do. I told him I didn’t, but I didn’t want to leave. I wanted him to talk to me.

“What is it, Aaron?” he asked. “I sense that you want to talk about something. Is everything alright?”

I knew better than to tell Father William the truth about me. He wouldn’t understand. I couldn’t tell him about Doug, but I wanted to tell someone. I liked Doug, and he liked me. It felt wrong to have to keep it a secret, but I should keep it a secret. But what if Father knew and he liked me anyway.

“I’m different, Father.”

“Isn’t everyone, Aaron?”

“Father?” I asked.

“Everyone is different, Aaron. It’s called being unique. God hasn’t made anyone exactly like someone else. Even identical twins are exactly identical.”

I thought about that, but it didn’t seem to help me. I was glad that no one else was exactly like me, but I wasn’t happy if that meant I was alone.”

“That’s not what you're talking about, is it?” he asked me.

“No, sir. It’s not. I don’t know how to say it.”

“Let me see if I can help you. Anything you say to me, I cannot tell anyone else. Never. No matter what. Unless you were going to hurt yourself. Do you understand?

“Yes, Father.” Should I tell him? Ask him if it’s ok?

“My brother has a girlfriend.”

“I hope to meet them both.”

“My sister has a boyfriend,” I added.

“And you?”

“I like Doug.”

“And Doug’s a boy?”

“Yes, Father.” Tears filled my eyes.

I saw Father William take a deep breath. “Does Doug know you like him?”

“Yes. He told me he likes me, too. He kissed me.”

“He did?”

“I kissed him, too,” I admitted. “I liked it. It made me know he liked me.”

“I see. Did you think it was wrong?”

“No, Father. Was it?”

“Some might say it is. I’m not sure that it is. It sounds as though you care about this boy.”

“I do. I care about him. I don’t think I love him, though.”

“Come here, Aaron.” I walked over to him. He gave me a hug. His arms held me close to him. “There’s nothing wrong with what you did or how you feel. Liking someone is one step below loving someone. Just be sure that you stay safe.”

I walked home feeling even better than I had felt that morning. When I got home, my mother asked me how things had gone.

“Better than I thought they would,” I answered. ‘I think I’ll go play some video games. Unless there’s something you need me to do.”

“No,” she answered. “Go play your game. One of your brother’s friends is playing in the other room. Why don’t you offer to play with him?”

“Oh, Mom. OK.” I moped all the way to the living room. Doug was playing. A smile crept onto my face. “Hey, Doug. Let’s play in my room.”

He glanced up at me and winked. “OK.” He pulled something from his pocket. It was a square foil packet. His fingers moved. He had two of them.

In my room a little later, I found out that my ass was able to easily stretch around his thick cock. I liked getting fucked as much as getting sucked. I liked fucking Doug even more, and based on how he stuffed my underwear into his mouth to keep from making too much noise, he liked having my dick in his ass as much as I did.