Just after my 21st birthday, I was forced to come out to my God fearing parents. They confronted me as to why I hadn't had a girlfriend. The row escalated until I blurted out that I liked men. It lit the blue touch paper, "You'll be sent to hell, haven't you read in the bible that homosexuality is an abomination? etc," I tried to point out that the term homosexuality only replaced 'paedophile' in1946, but it was to no avail. I was told to go live elsewhere. In tears, I packed a couple of suitcases and headed off into the unknown, I was never to talk to my parents again.
With nowhere else to go, I headed to the vicarage. He wasn't in, but I found him in the church, watering the lilies. I quickly explained my plight to him, and he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck. "There will always be a place in my house for you, as there will be in the house of the Lord. I kissed him back and begged him not to tell my parents where I was staying. He finished what he was doing, and I followed him back to my new home.
"It'll be nice to have some company, I get lonely sometimes", he said as we sat warming ourselves by the fire. "Do you want to share my bed, or have your own room?" I thought about it, and replied, "I think I'd prefer my own space, and visit you when I'm horny". He nodded in agreement. That night, sex was the last thing on my mind, the first time in years that I hadn't had an erection.
In the morning, the priest brought me a mug of coffee, leaving it at my bedside, but coughing to wake me up. After drinking the coffee, I used the bathroom and showered. Wandering downstairs naked (there's nothing he hadn't seen many time before), I was greeted with a good morning kiss. The kiss turned into a full on snog, and he knelt to give me head. I lasted about two minutes, filling his mouth with spunk. He rose and we kissed, feeding my cum back to me. I reciprocated the blow job, and we kissed again. After breakfast, I unpacked my belongings, stuffing them into a chest of drawers and a wardrobe, then set off for the theology college. I chose not to tell my fellow students, though I felt a little guilty, as I didn't want them to suffer the same fate. Somehow, I got through the day, and returned to my new home. The priest was playing with his rosary, having just buried someone, so I offered to make dinner. That evening, we had an early night. I slept with him, making love for an hour, flip fucking, with him eventually breeding me. I tossed and exploded. About three in the morning, I went to my own bed, his snoring being too loud.
I knew that by living with him I was laying myself open to abuse, but at the time, I couldn't care less, food in my belly, roof over my head, and regular sex. Good enough. It did indeed happen, though I was only too happy to go along with it. Over the weeks, I was introduced to other priests, who wanted to have their way with me, and I returned several times to the older priests with the big dicks, sometimes staying over.
We were chatting one evening, there was fuck all on the TV as usual, when he told me that priesthood ran in my family. Looking quizzically, he went on to tell me that I had a distant uncle in the clergy, with a parish in the North. He said he would put me in touch. I lay in bed that evening, thinking about a relative I had never met, and wondering if they were gay. I ended up masturbating at the thought. I pictured a handsome man with a beard and a big cock, screwing me over an armchair. Two days later, he told me that he had news, my uncle would love to see me, maybe at the next holiday. At the Easter holidays, after all the services and celebrations, I journeyed North, both excited and nervous. I needn't have been. I was welcomed like a long lost son, and he was exactly as I imagined him, late 40s, still handsome, with a trimmed, greying beard. He watched as I unpacked my suitcase and changed out of my sweaty clothes. It didn't bother me that he would see my bare ass, it's one of my best attributes. I slipped on some tatty, loose shorts, and we went downstairs to relax with a glass of wine. I sat in an armchair, the same one I thought about. It was almost like de ja vue. With the long journey and the wine, I was tired so made my excuses and went to bed. That night I dreamed of him shagging me over the armchair, and had a wet dream, the first since I was an adolescent. The following morning, he showed me around the village, a typical village with a couple of pubs, thatched cottages, and Anglican and Catholic churches. We stopped off at a pub for a pint. Back home, after dinner, he opened a bottle of red. I sat in the armchair, he on a sofa, manspreading. After the second glass, he began rubbing his crotch, so I did the same. He unzipped himself and pulled out a thick 8" of manmeat, making me salivate at the thought of having it inside me. I knew what I wanted, so slipped out of my shorts and bent over the side of the chair, pulling my cheeks apart. He came over, spat on my crack and his cock, and fed it into me, No foreplay, no words were spoken, just carnal lust. He held me tight and banged me, with me jerking. I came before he did, my cum running down the side of the chair and soaking into the carpet. A few moments later, he came with a roar. I felt him pulsing into me. "Thanks, you've a nice ass", and he sat down again and resumed drinking. Shortly after, we went to bed. I went to my own room. Next morning, I had used the bathroom and showered, then went back to bed for a lie in. A little while after, he spooned in behind me, saying sorry for the previous evening, and that I was the sexiest guy he's ever met. He kissed the back of my neck and I pushed back against his penis, relaxing to let him slip inside. This was altogether different from the previous evening. He was gentle and considerate, stroking me as he humped slowly. I climaxed over his hand. He upped the tempo and once again I felt him getting even bigger before he bred me.
We fucked twice more before i had to leave, stopping off on the way for a wank. Back home, the priest took me straight to bed, and we made love for over an hour, breeding me once more, even though I had nothing left inside me.
