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 The Temptation and Fall of Father Barnard and Father Anthony.  by (c)
Hamilton Joyce

   The two priests had taken off the heavier of their ritual habits and
were sitting down to enjoy splitting the bottle of claret and having a
smoke and a chat.This had become their pleasant custom after the last
religious offices for Sunday.

   'Decent wine this, Barnard.'

   'Luckily there's another case of it in the cellar, Anthony.'

   There was a silence as Barnard, the older man, filled and lit his heavy
old pipe.  His younger companion favoured small Burmese cheroots.

   'Odd thing happened when I was out in the forest bird-watching Tuesday
evening and it's been preying on my mind a bit.  Obsession you could almost
say...'

   Father Anthony knew when it was best just to listen in silence, an art
more practised among priests than the laity!

   'I was in my green tweed jacket and army trousers so I was rather well
camouflaged.  Anyway, the two lads did not see me...'

   'Lads?'

   'Yes!  Or rather one lad and one young man.  They were standing on a
grassy patch between two rocks on the open moorland under Three King's
Barrow, and I should thing it was only from my exact angle in the woods it
would have been possible to see them.  About a hundred yards away, but I've
really excellent binoculars and could see as clear as I needed.'

   Another silence while the two men drained their first glass, and Father
Anthony re-filled them.

   'They were kissing!'

   'I can understand you finding that disturbing, Barnard.  I would too, as
you might guess.'

   'What happened next is what has obsessed me since, Anthony.  They each
unclasped their belts and let their trousers fall to their ankles.  Then
the boy leaned against the rock with his arms stretched and his bottom
jutting out.  I could see quite clearly because they were side-on to me
now, and the boy's bottom was smooth and much whiter than his thighs and
lower back.  The man took something from his pocket, and i think it must
have been a tube of lubricant because I saw him squeeze some on his
fingers, and then rub the boy's anus, and then his own penis.  No sign of
any condom I might add.

   'My bins are very good and I could see the moment of penetration very
clearly: the penis seemed to enter the boy's anus very easily and I can
remember being surprised that such a large one could enter such a young boy
without difficulty.  I could see the muscles on the man's bottom working as
he thrust, withdrew, thrust, over and over again.  More to the point of my
obsession I could see the boy's cock was erect and he was masturbating
while the man was taking his pleasure.  The boy was even wriggling his
bottom for him!
The boy turned his head to look over his shoulder, saying something and
smiling, even laughing perhaps.  And immediately the man had his orgasm
deep inside the boy, stopping a second, and then thrusting a few more
times. You could tell it was an orgasm by the increased speed, and then the
gradual slowing.  Finally he pulled his penis out and kissed the boy's

back.

   'They wiped themselves on tissues and walked off, up into the jumble of
rocks above them.  I was left hot, penis-hard, and very troubled.....  I
leave you to guess what I did next....or rather I'll tell you.  It was the
sin of Onan....  not that I've ever considered it much of a sin.'

   'I agree.  Masturbation is about all there really is for us priests,
Barnard.  Sadly.....'

   The silence again, rather embarassed this time, and Father Barnard
knocked out his pipe, refilled it, tamped it down and re-lit it.  Father
Anthony lit another small cigar.

   'I recognised the boy, Anthony.  It was young Alex Docherty!'

   'I know the boy.  In fact he's in my Thursday evening confirmation
class.'

   'I thought so.  Mrs Docherty is a good woman.....never misses Mass on
Sunday.  Her man ran away as soon as he had got her pregnant, poor woman.'

   'The boy must take after his father as he's blonde and really a very
attractive boy.  Probably a bit of a tearaway like his Father.  Not at all
like his dumpy, mousey-haired mother.  He's thirteen like the other three
boys in the class at present.  They really are very randy at that age you
know.  He'll have his Confirmation in October when the Bishop visits.'

   'That's a bit cruel about Mrs Docherty, Anthony.  But you are right! 
He's a very pretty boy and I just can't stop thinking about him.  I even
dream about him and I hesitate to tell you about those dreams.'

   'We all dream, Barnard, and I must admit I sometimes dream about
forbidden sex with pretty boys...'

   'I haven't noticed that in your weekly confessions to me, Anthony.....'
Father Barnard laughed and sipped his wine.

   'No need to confess dreams, Barnard, or even lustful thoughts, and I
must admit sometimes in the boys' catechism classes I feel sorely tempted.
Sadly perhaps, nothing to confess, no delightful sinful act to confess. 
More's the pity!  I sometimes wonder if it is genuine religious devotion or
just timidity, fear of being caught, exposed and punished that has kept me
on the straight and narrow path.....Lord knows I've lusted after
boys....and even some young men.  But never the act itself, sadly.'

   'My situation exactly, Anthony.  But nothing like that in all my many
years though since I was ordained I have sometimes met boys so attractive
they would tempt a saint.  My faith is not strong, Anthony, as you know and
I'm very sure my abstention from real sex is just fear and not at all
religious observance....In this case I find myself wondering what the harm
would be, Anthony.....  The boy clearly loves being buggered and is well
used to it: I could tell by his face during the act.  Randy little fellow!'

   'And the sight of his hard cock, I should think...  It would be
difficult to stay hard unless it felt pleasant.'

   'Yes, that too, Anthony.  I can't get it out of my mind, and his lovely,
smooth, rounded bottom as he wriggled it to tempt his lover....  I've been
masturbating since thinking about it and wishing.....'

   'Have to confess that then, Barnard!' Father Anthony laughed.  'I always
confess I've been masturbating, but you never ask about what I imagine when
I'm doing it, and I never give details.  In fact I imagine I'm sucking on
young cocks and even sliding mine up a young bottom....  I'm obsessed too.
I find myself wondering, too, what it would be like to submit to a
handsome, fit, vigorous young man, feel his cock filling my bottom and his
lips on my neck......probably even less natural than wanting to fuck him?'

   'I think not, Anthony.  It seems that some men....  you and me
certainly....  are made in such a way that we desire the embraces of other
males, and all agree that love should be reciprocal, mutual.  Good job you
only confess to me, and me to you!  Wouldn't do for His Grace The Bishop to
hear that.' They both laughed.

   Another silence.  Father Anthony charged their glasses with the last of
the bottle.

   'You know, Barnard, it would not do any real harm.  The boy is obviously
gay and thoroughly enjoys the ultimate act.  I can't see it would be a
terrible sin to give him the pleasure of your cock as well as that young
man's.  Mine too if I'm lucky.'

   'And I could confess to you, and you to me.'

   'And before his confirmation the boy confesses to you or me.  Very
discrete!'

   'Let's try to do it, to have him, Barnard.....  I could say you wanted a
word with him after the class Thursday, and you could tell him what you
saw...  make him an offer.  Silence for compliance.'

   'I agree it will do no real harm, and I've got to satisfy this craving
somehow.  We'll try!'

  
...........................................................................
...

   Alex had been surprised when Father Anthony asked him to stay behind
after catechism class as "Father Barnard wants a chat with you."

   He could not have been more nervous than Father Barnard himself who had
been pacing up and down rehearsing every word and gesture he would use,
like some actor practising his lines.  He had struggled with his conscience
all week.  Well, not exactly his conscience as it would obviously do the
boy no harm: he had already been seduced and clearly enjoyed being fucked.
No the struggle was more the fear of being found out, as he had been those
thirty years ago.  He shuddered at the memory of the Headmaster and the
Priest, the interrogation, his father, the other boy's father, the
discipline, the fear of being reported to the police....  Was it really so
long ago?  The memory was still fresh, and still disturbing: he still
dreamed sometimes of Johnny's little cock and jutting bottom, waking to
find he had cum in his sleep....

   And Alex was so pretty, was so desirable that every time he thought of
him his cock went hard and his heart raced.

   Not long now!

   Finally there was a knock on the heavy oak door, and the boy entered.

   Alex was surprised.  He had never seen Father Barnard in anything but
the black robes of a parish priest and here he was standing, a funny fixed
smile on his face, in shorts and a green-hooped rugby shirt.  He looked
like a rugby player too, built like a prop forward.  Alex had never really
noticed the man's physique, assuming all that bulk had to be fat.  It was
muscle!  Shirt stretched tight across his barrel chest you could see his
pecs, and his biceps too filled and stretched the cotton sleeves.  A tuft
of black chest hair showed at the neck of the shirt, and his huge thighs
were hairy as well.  He was like the pictures Alex cut out from magazines
and pasted into the old exercise book he kept hidden under the
floor-boards....the nightly aid to masturbation!

   Father Barnard looked at the boy in that moment of silence: he was
delicious, absolutely ravishing in his crisp white shirt and school tie,
too-small grey shorts showing a lot of tanned thigh, tight at the
crotch.... Even his short grey socks and black, polished shoes looked sexy.
The boy matched Father Barnard's forced smile with a perfectly genuine one
of his own, reminding the priest of the boys face when he had looked over
his shoulder at the man fucking him....  and in that second any doubts
disappeared from the priest's mind: he had to have this boy, just had to...

   'I enjoy bird-watching, Alex.'

   A puzzled expression crossed Alex's face: what was this all about?

   'And Tuesday last week I was up in the forest looking for the lesser
spotted woodpecker they say can be seen there.  It's a rare bird,
especially as far north as this.  Anyway, I didn't see one and walked to
the very edge of the woods where you look up over the moor to Three Kings
Rocks.  And there I saw something quite interesting...'

   He paused, and saw a momentary look of concern cross Alex's
face...TuesdaY?  Was it Tuesday that Gunther took him up there?

   'There were two figures among the rocks, standing and talking.  I looked
at them through my binoculars.  One was a boy, who had his back to me, the
other a young man, well-built, blonde.  As I watched they embraced and
kissed.  Moments later they each dropped their trousers to their ankles,
the boy leaned his arms against a rock and stuck out his bottom.  The
bigger lad then stuck his penis into the boy's anus....  It only lasted a
couple of minutes, but just before the man pulled his cock out the boy
looked over his shoulder, said something and laughed.....I could see his
face then, Alex, and it was young Alex Docherty, Mrs Docherty's boy.

   Alex had gone white with terror, shame, guilt.  Sudden thoughts of
disgrace ....his mother would know, his uncles and aunts and Gunther.... 
arrested, tried, imprisoned.  Alex himself "taken into care", everyone at
school, the whole neighbourhood would know.  Newspapers.  TV.  He burst
into tears, sobbing and unable to find any words at all.

   Father Barnard was a kind-hearted man and if he had foreseen the
devastating effect his words would have on the boy, the abject misery,
panic and despair they would cause, he would not have used that prepared
script.  So it was more in sympathy than in lust that he hugged the boy to
him and whispered, 'Don't cry, Alex.  It'll be all right.  Please don't
cry'.

   The man's arms around him were comforting, and though the boy still
sobbed there were now no tears running down his cheeks.  Comforting, yes,
and perhaps more.  Gunther was nice, but he was not a real hunky man like
this.  Gunther had a nice body and was quite strong, but he was not hairy
like this man, and his arms were nowhere near as muscular.  The boy rested
his cheek on the hooped rugby shirt, and felt one of Father Barnard's hands
reach down from waist to bottom, cupping a buttock-cheek for a moment.  But
only for a moment as, still whispering comforting words, the man lifted him
effortlessly, crossed two paces to the stout wooden chair behind his desk,
and sat with Alex on his lap.

   And kissed him!

   To say Alex was surprised would be an under-statement, but in that
moment the boy understood what Father Barnard wanted, and that it was the
same as Gunther, and the boy suspected the same as many men......those who
stared at him or glanced out of the side of their eyes as he walked with
his mother through the shopping mall.  Their eyes followed him, flickering
between his face and his crotch....  or perhaps his bottom.  The boy would
sometimes tease them "absent-mindedly" rubbing his crotch or adjusting his
crown jewels inside his pants.  Sometimes he would walk with that special
wriggle of the hips that drew attention to his bum!  Alex knew he was
pretty.  Gunther often told him so, and he could look at himslf naked in
the long mirror in the bathroom and see that he was proportioned, smooth,
tanned except for his white bottom, and his blonde hair was wavy....  Alex
opened his mouth for the man and their tongues met.

   He was aware suddenly of the lumpiness under his bottom.  Father Barnard
had a hard-on!

   So had Alex, and the priest's hand which had rested a second or two on
the boy's knee was now up under the hem of his shorts and reaching round
his thigh to where the skin was silkiest on the inside of it.  The sobbing
stopped completely and Alex had his arms around the man's neck, their
mouths joined.

   Finally they came up for air.

   'There!  That's better.  You see you have no need to worry as what I saw
will be a secret between you and me...  and Father Anthony.'

   'I like Father Anthony!'

   'So do I: he's my best friend.  I think that lad I saw you with must be
your best friend?'

   'No!  Gunther just wants sex: he's not really a friend.  Do you and
Father Anthony have sex then, Father Barnard?''

   'No, I'm too old for him, and I've never asked him.  I suppose we both
like younger men and boys....'

   His hand was now right up inside those shorts and had found a hard
little cock still inside tight cotton underpants.  Father Barnard hoped
these were white y-fronts like in his fantasies....  so sexy those on a
sun-tanned, hairless boy!  He grasped the cock and kissed the boy again,
feeling the lad's tongue enter his mouth eagerly.

   'That man last week.  It didn't take him long to cum.  Only a minute or
so.'

   'He always cums quick like that.'

   Father Barnard's free hand had found its way between two shirt-front
buttons and was stroking the boy's chest, rolling an erect little nipple
between thumb and forefinger.

   'Too quick for you to cum too?  That doesn't seem fair to me.'

   'It isn't really, but he can't hold it.  I think if he took longer I
would cum as it is very good to feel him inside me and makes me all
tingly.'

   'You need someone with more experience, who can wait until you are
finished before he finishes too.  I can do that.  Would you like?'

   Alex thought about the man, so heavy and powerful, so hairy and
masculine, and yet soft-spoken and kind.  He would like sex with him....'

   'Please....'

   Father Barnard lifted the boy again, kicked the inner door open with his
sandalled feet, up the stairs and into a bedroom where the double bed was
ready for sex, stripped of duvets and offering an expanse of clean white
sheet plus one pillow.  He lay the boy on the bed and quickly kicked off
the sandals.  He stood by the bed a moment looking down at the smiling boy:
his lips were full and would have given him a sultry, sulky look if it were
not for that innocent, happy smile.  His eyes seemed to laugh too, and
Father Barnard suddenly noticed what it was that was so sexy about his
face. You would expect a blonde boy to have blue or grey eyes: Alex's were
a deep, sultry brown and his eye-lashes long and feminine: a girl would
have died for them!

   He leaned over the bed and slipped off the boy's shoes and socks before
laying down beside him and, of course, kissing him again.  each was aware
of the other's cock as their bodies pressed together.

   The buttons on the boy's shirt were easy to undo and it pulled away from
his waist, but the tie stopped it going over his head.  Alex laughed
thinking this masculine man was not very used to undressing boys, yanked at
his tie till the knot opened, then pulled the shirt off completely.

   The boy had a lovely end-of-summer suntan, flawless and with tiny
nut-brown nipples.  Father Barnard licked one, a grain of barley under his
lips, and then sucked the other one, erect as well.  He felt the boy's hand
reach up and under his rugby shirt, finding his nipple, and squeezing it
too.

   Time to take his own shirt off, throwing it to the floor with the boy's.

   They kissed again, hands learning the contours of each other's body,
Alex's fingers combing through the mat of chest hair that had figured so
often in his bed-time fantasies.  Father Barnard stroked the boy's silky
shoulders and neck, running a hand through the boy's fine, wavy hair,
forcing his tongue past the boy's tongue, and then allowing that tongue to
explore his own mouth.  Ecstasy for both.

   But each was aware of the other's hard cock!

   Father Barnard so hoped the boy was wearing white y-fronts as Johnny had
all thos years before, as Johnny had so often in the priest's night-time
dreams before Alex had relaced him.

   He unclasped the boy's "snake-head" belt and uzipped his flies.  Alex
raised his hips to allow the shorts to be pulled down and pitched onto the
floor with the rest.  White y-fronts!  They were dazzling against the
tanned thighs and belly and memories of his boy-hood friend and too-briefly
lover surged through his mind again.

   He reached down and grasped the boy's cock, clearly outlined through the
soft white cloth, bent over it and mouthed it through the cloth, hands
stroking thighs and belly.

   Alex was fumbling with the man's belt: he too had images in his mind
though his were based on imagined fantasies not remembered reality.  The
button came open and the zip was easy to slide down.  No underpants!  The
boy reached inside and was startled by the heat of the cock he found.  It
seemed to be above blood heat and was like a rod of steel but with a silky
covering.  He levered it out and it stood proud of the khaki shorts.  Alex
had only ever seen one adult erect cock....  Gunther's....and this was
broader, longer, its knob so red as to be nearly purple.  And Gunther had
only a little bit of golden hair: this cock rose out of a thick mass of
black hair.  And the balls were bigger too....  much much bigger as he
cupped them still almost hidden inside the cloth!  Alex's cock twitched. 
This was like his nightly fantasies come true.  There was still some doubt
about the size of the cock and his little-boy hole....  but he was
certainly willing to try!

   He pulled the shorts down and Father Barnard helped them over his feet,
joining the heap of clothes beside the bed.

   The y-fronts were sexy but Father Barnard was now driven to see the
jewels they hid.  A thumb under each side of the waistband he eased them
down and Alex again helped by raising his bottom clear of the bed for a
moment.  The cock was uncut!  It was a good size for a thirteen year old,
probably four and a half, perhaps even five inches, and surprisingly
broad....  broader certainly than the only other teenage cock he had seen
so long ago.  It was hairless, like the tiny balls in their crinkly sack,
and so white as to be nearly translucent it seemed: the tip of the knob
just peeped from his foreskin, pink and shining.  It was beautiful.

   So too the small triangle of fine hair at the base of his white belly.
The hair of his head was ash-blonde: his pubes a deeper, richer gold.

   Beautiful too, and beautiful the line where the white of his belly gave
way to the bronze of his torso.

   Now naked, man and boy embracing, kissing, hands exploring naked flesh
and especially naked cocks and naked balls.....

   Father Barnard wanted to feel his lips on that so-silky-smooth skin and
he licked, kissed the boy's belly, slightly rounded still, slightly
childish and not the hard, firm six-pack it doubtless would be in a few
years time.  He licked along the tan-line and stuck the point of his tongue
into the belly button.  The boy giggled.

   'Tickles!'

   Further south now, and the tight balls sack: he could get the whole of
it, both little balls, in his mouth at the same time.  Now the wrinkled
skin of his scrutum, nibbling and pulling at it with his lips.  The little
cock twitched and he took this as an invitation to kiss it and then allow
it to slide into his mouth till his nose was in that golden fringe.  He
sucked, and then raised his head so it slid out.

   'Much more of that and I'll cum....'

   'Not yet, my angel....'

   'Are you going to fuck me?'

   'You want that don't you?'

   'Please, but be gentle as you're bigger than I'm used to....'

   'This is the best lubricant.'

   There was a bottle of "baby-oil" by the bed, waiting ready for this
moment.

   'Shall I kneel?'

   'Not yet.  On your back as I want to see you cum the first time.'

   'I've never done it on my back....'

   'Then you'll love it!'

   For Alex there was the already familiar feeling of pleasure as oil was
spread onto and into his hole.

   'I'll use plenty...'

   He watched as the man's cock became shiny and glistening in the late
afternoon sun that streamed through the window.  Then there was the moment
of not fear, but slight cocern at the extra size, a moment that soon passed
as the cock forced past his anus and then slid easily into him.

   It was a new experience, and an exciting one for Alex to be able to
watch his fucker's face as he laboured above him.  The grimaces, smiles,
closing and opening of eyes that accompanied the familiar mutterings of of
a male doing what he does best added to the boy's pleasure.  And the
flattering words were in English not the German Gunther used when fucking!
Father Barnard's cock was rubbing just right and the boy knew that if it
did not end too quick he would cum.  He would cum without even touching his
own cock it felt so good.

   A thirty years gap, but Father Barnard's body remembered the joy of
having a pretty boy laid out for him to enjoy.  He fucked with long, slow
strokes, making it last as he had promised.  The boy's cock, untouched by
either of them, was stiff and waved back and forward with each thrust.  He
raised the boy's knees to get deeper penetration and because he wanted to
feel the lad's silky thighs, caress and fondle them.  The boy had a dreamy
look in his eyes and his hips started to move up and down meeting each
thrust.  Father Barnard guessed the boy was close to coming and speeded up,
short, sharp thrusts replacing the long slow ones.  The lad's eyes closed,
his face screwed up in a look almost of pain, and a streamer cum spurted
from his cock, splattering up the boy's chest, white on tanned-bronze.

   Father Barnard reverted to the slower, powerful mode, and the boy smiled
to feel the man spreading the slippery cum over the boy's chest and then to
see him lick his hand appreciatively.  Gunther liked to eat cum too!

   'Let's turn you over.  I want to have you from behind now....'

   They managed to arrange this without cock leaving arse, and the boy was
kneeling, head on the pillow, arse filled still with cock.

   Alex looked over his shoulder and gave that sunny smile, the one Father
Barnard had first seen through his binoculars under Three Kings, the smile
of a boy thoroughly enjoying being fucked.

   'You said you would wait for me, and now I've started again.'

   Father Barnard reached under the boy, found his cock, found it was still
hard.  He started to fuck, half a dozen long, slow thrusts, then half a
dozen short sharp jabs, then one great big powerful push, and then the
sequence again.  He could feel the boy's hand jerking up and down his cock
and expected the boy would soon cum a second time.  His bum was beautiful:
no wonder men had so often admired the beauty of boys.  Michaelangelo's
David was the dream of a great artist but also a man who loved boys, of
that he was sure.  And this boy was at least as pretty as that wonderful
statue, his still-slightly-rounded bottom so smooth and firm under the
priest's hand, his tanned back flawless and silky.  The priest managed to
lean over and kiss the boy at the top of his neck, licking the smooth,
slightly salty flesh though the fine blonde hairs.

   And he fucked on, controlling his own orgasm but building the boy's
until with a yell of pleasure and relief the boy came.  Father Barnard had
his hand under the boy to feel the cum, but this second one was almost dry.

   He collapsed the two of them sideways so they lay on their right sides,
making sure his cock was still deep inside.  No movement now, enjoying the
contractions of the boy's bum as his cock tried to shoot cum from
now-emptied balls....

   But they rested only a moment or two before the priest started again. 
and the boy was still hard.

   This time he would wank the boy off, moving his fist up and down the
cock in time with his thrusts into his bottom.

   The boy was laying on Father Barnard's right arm but was no weight and
it was perfectly comfortable, especially as he was able to stroke and tweak
the boy's nipples with his right hand.  His left, of course, was mostly
wanking that proud little cock, though occasionally he would cradle the
boy's balls and give them a gentle squeze.

   The feel of Alex's body against him, the pants and squeals of pleasure
from the boy, and the little contractions of the lad's bottom all conspired
to make it difficult for Father Barnard to control himself, but he promised
himself he would not cum till the boy had experienced his third.

   He could feel the boy's anus tightening, his little cock getting even
stiffer, hear the squeals of pleasure getting louder and he knew the boy
was close.  He wanked him faster, thrust sharper and harder, tweaked one
nipple then the other, and was rewarded by a great scream of shere pleasure
as Alex came, no spunk this time but obviously a mind-blowing, fierce
orgasm.

   The boy would be a life-long lover of anal sex from this evening on, and
"bottom" at that!  What a service Father Barnard had given to mankind in
conditioning him!

   In the next room Father Anthony smiled, poured a glass and lit a second
cigar.  He knew the difference between a scream of pain or terror and this
paean of joy!

   ..................................................

   The next Thursday it had been difficult for Father Anthony to
concentrate on the Cartechism class as he continually mentally stripped the
boy and imagined what it was going to be like to have his first ever sex
with another person......  and a dazzlingly beautiful boy at that, more
sexy than the sexiest boys of his masturbatory fantasies or even his
occasional wet dreams!  The boy himself kept ogling at the figure of the
teacher and wondering what he looked like under all those black robes....
he seemed to have broad shoulders, but his waist and more importantly his
crotch was hidden and mysterious: he too was not concentrating on the
lesson.  the other boys, not as pretty and not as lucky were even more
bored than usual...

   But finally it was decent to send them on their way, and holding Alex's
hand, take the few steps to Father Barnard's study.

   Their host was naked already!  And it was a matter of moments for both
of his guests to join him in that happy state.

   Alex was reassured: Father Anthony had a great body, not as massive as
Father Barnard,s and not as hairy.  But he was fit, muscular, handsome, and
had a lovely stiff cock, not as broad as Father Barnard's but certainly
longer.

   Father Anthony, too, was content: the boy was every bit as delightful as
Father Barnard had described, and he knew the boy was willing to offer him
that lovely, jutting bottom!  Like the two men, the boy was already erect,
ready for action.

   There are Greek vases and Roman statues of threesomes, two men and a
boy, and it is said this was the favourite pastime of many an emperor but
there cannot have been many encounters as passionate as this.  Father
Barnard had his cock in the boy's mouth, Alex holding onto him, bent over
and with his arms round the man's bottom.  Father Anthony had spread the
boy's buttocks and was deep inside his nicely tight hole.  After a ragged
start they achieved a nice rhythm, cock in and out of mouth in time with
the the thrust and withdrawal of cock in arse, like some religious ritual
almost.

   For all three this was a "first": for Alex his first spit-roasting:for
Father Barnard his first oral sex: for Father Anthony his first sex of any
kind with a partner.  For all three it was the fulfillment of so many
fantasies, so many solitary jack-off sessions, so many wet-dreams and was
even more sensual and exciting than those imaginings.

   Father Barnard's cock was really too long for the boy, and he had to let
go that hairy bum with one hand to grasp it round its base: like this he
could take the length and the feeling of it ramming in and out between his
lips was so much more pleasurable than Gunther's gentler foreplay had been.
This was much more violent, more masculine and dominant.  The boy found
himself wishing he had a father himself, a real one who would fuck him in
the mouth like this holding his head between strong hands.  Did boys with
real fathers get fucked by them he wondered?

   It was so new and exciting that he almost forgot the cock in his bottom.

   Then his mouth was filled with Father Barnard's cum, feeling silky and
smooth, tasting a bit salty, forcing him to swallow hard as a second and
then a third spurt threatened to overflow his mouth.  This was the
"cock-sucking" his school-fellows held in such contempt.....and it was
good! So good that he felt himself cumming as well.

   The cock was pulled from his mouth and he yelled...

   'I'm gonna cum.  I'm gonna cum...'

   He did, boy-juice bathing Father Anthonys hand where the priest had been
jerking the boy's cock in time with his thrusts into his arse.  Now the
hand slid easily up and down as cum splattered onto the polished wood
floor.

   'Sweet Jesus!  I'm going to cum too....' Father Anthony was lost to
everything except the glorious release of finally allowing himself to fuck
after years of struggle to abstain, and he came, bigger than any
masturbation, bigger than he had believed possible, an overwhelming
pleasure as he emtied his balls into the boy.

   All three of them were committed gays from that moment, and practising
gays too, though certainly closeted!

   ..................................................

   A few minutes later the three of them side-by side upstairs on Father
Barnard's double bed, the two men splitting a celebratory bottle of claret,
the boy a coke.  Father Anthony was enjoying a post-coital cigar, while
Father Barnard and Alex shared the same cigarette.

   'All those wasted years, Anthony.....'

   'Yes!  I never knew it could be so good....'

   'You can do me whenever you want, both of you.  It's lovely.....'

   A silence while they happily digested this good news, and let the warmth
of good sex flow through them.  Father Anthony stubbed out his cigar and
leaned over the boy to suck his cocklet: this, too was a "first" for the
priest.  He could taste the remnants of boy-juice, and the feel of rigid
interior and warm, soft skin outside was fascinating.  And exciting. 
Father Anthony was soon hard again.

   But Father Barnard was still talking....

   'Won't have to jerk off now....'

   'But it's only once a week, Thursdays, and I need to cum every day.  And
even then I get a hard-on everso often in the day and it can be
embarassing.'

   'Oh to be thirteen again!  But we could make it twice a week if you
became our altar-boy.  We really need one, and we could come up here every
Sunday after the Mass.'

   'I'd like that....and I'm sure my mother would like me to.'

   'I'm certain Mrs Docherty would be in favour.....we'll ask her after
Mass Sunday.'

   Father Anthony stopped sucking a moment.

   'It'll be good not to have to jerk off....'

   'I'll still need to wank the other days...I mean I don't see my other
friend much and it's still only twice a week.'

   'I expect you look for handsome men fucking and sucking on your
computer?'

   'No.  When my mother got me my lap-top she had the shop fix it so it
would not get porn at all.  I have to use pictures from magazines, and they
are not porn at all, just pictures of guys.'

   'Look, Alex, if you want to bring me the laptop on your way to school
tomorrow I'll un-fix it so you can see whatever you want.  you can collect
it on your way home in the afternoon.  Now I want to try your mouth like
Barnard just did....'

   ........................................................

   It had involved backing up all the boy's files onto another hard-disk
and then reloading the whole system.  But by the time Alex showed up at the
Church the job was complete, and the computer was ready for the further
seduction of the boy!

   Boys on their way back from school have a certain look about them.... 
slightly dishevelled, "used" almost, and not less attractive for that. 
There is something so very boyish about the tie not quite at the neck and
not quite straight, grass stains on the shorts, shoes scuffed and one sock
down one up!  When the boy is as basicly attractive as young Alex at
thirteen, with his slightly shy, boyish grin, full sultry lips, and tousled
blonde, wavy hair there is no wonder that Father Anthony's cock stiffened
under the heavy black robes....  the priest realised that one reason why
the robes were so full and so heavy is that the Church in its age-old
wisdom wished to disguise the frequent concupiscence of its servants, to
hide it from the young male and female objects of their so-frequent desire.

   Because Father Anthony did desire, was a "lost soul" deeply committed
now to "sins of the flesh".  He Had sampled this lad's bottom and
mouth.....and wanted more, and more, and still more.  Now!

   But first there was some business!

   'Now sit down here on my lap and I'll show you what I've done.  First I
have unblocked the laptop....  you can use it to access any site you want
now.'

   'That's fantastic!'

   Fantastic, too, was the lumpy feeling under the boy's bum: he knew he
would be having a fuck soon.  It might be a quickie....  probably would
be...  but any fuck would make him cum the way he felt just now.

   'I've sorted out a few sites you might like.  You'll find plenty more
I'm sure, but this is a start.  They're in this file here.  It's encrypted.
You know what encryption is?'

   'Oh yes...  it's for hiding stuff.'

   'Good.  Here's the password I used.  You'll want to change that and the
software shows you how.  Do it later.  Now just click to open the file and
follow the instructions.'

   'Hey!  There's five sites listed.'

   'The first two have pictures of men and some boys showing their bodies
or having sex with each other.  The next is gay stories...  I like those!
Then there's a site which is a sort of club...  I joined you as
"Slenderlad" and had to say you're eighteen....don't ever admit your real
age there.  The last is the best free video site I know.'

   'Let's look at that last one: I've never seen a porn vid!'

   'Open a brouser window for private viewing...  always use private for
these.  Also make sure your Norton is current.  It is.  I checked.  Copy
and paste the URL.  There you are!'

   'Jeez.  Sucking!  Fucking!  Twinks!  Muscles!  I like the sound of
that.' His hand absent mindedly went to his cock, rubbing it through the
grey cloth of his shorts.  Father Anthony smiled.  Soon!  'Young-Old! 
Trannies & Sissyboys!  What's that?'

   'That's men and boys who like to put on knickers and stockings and
things....'

   'That sounds sexy.  shall we look at one?'

   Not waiting for an answer Alex clicked the header.

   'Hey!  There's dozens.'

   'It is the best free site I know....'

   The boy was already clicking one entitled "Daddy Comes Home": He wished
he had a Daddy to cum home....  and if he had he would love to greet him
like this.

   In the video daddy leaves his black briefcase in the hall, takes off his
jacket and hangs it there, his tie as well.  Into a rather opulent living
room...  pours a whisky...  sits down in a deep easy chair.  The door opens
and a boy rushes in....  blonde like Alex and nearly as pretty.  The boy is
wearing pink satin panties with white lace trim and glossy tan hold-ups. 
As he moves you can see that they are seamed fully-fashioned.  He throws
himself onto his father's lap, arms around his neck, and the kiss they
exchange is a lover's embrace....

   'Daddy I missed you so.  all day.'

   Daddy's hand is grasping his son's cock through the satin panties as
they kiss.  It is stiff!

   'Show me how much you've missed your daddy!'

   The boy giggles, kneels, unzips his Daddy's black business trousers,
takes out the large erect cock, and sucks on it.  His bum, facing the lens
is doubly sexy in the stretched tight satin.

   'Jeez!  Are they all like this?'

   'Or better!'

   'That's dead sexy.  i'd like to try that.  It must feel fantastic... 
the nylon and satin round your balls I mean...'

   'Nothing easier to arrange.  After we've got rid of these hard-ons we'll
buy some on-line and have them delivered here for you.  Now what do you
want?  To suck or be fucked.'

   'Suck you first, and then you fuck me.'

   The boy was already undressing, and Father Anthony pulled his own robes
up and over his head.....

   The afternoon was still young!

  
...........................................................................
....

   Several weeks later, Mass on Sunday morning.

   It was the first time Gunther had ever been to a Mass.  He had been
brought up in the old East Germany and his parents, who still lived there,
had toed the Party line and brought him up without religion.  He was glad
of that as it was one less problem resulting from his sexuality.  But he
found the service interesting and managed to stand, sit kneel at the right
times, if half a second after the congregation in the rows in front of him.

   It had been a terrifying moment when Farther Anthony had approached him
in the supermarket car-park and said they had a friend in common....  young
Alex Docherty.  "More than a friend, a lover perhaps?"

   But the fear had been resolved in seconds when the priest himself
admitted to having "loved" the boy, and suggested it would advance the
boy's education in life if they could form a group with another friend who
knew the boy and "had known him too in the fullest sense of that
word....you understand me?"

   Gunther understood, of course and agreed.  the young priest was fit and
handsome and not to be kicked out of bed....  Oh No!

   So here he was at the back of the church watching the two men and the
boy go through age-old movements at the altar and looking forward to a sex
session very soon.  He wondered who the fourth guy was...  he looked around
the church.  Mostly women and a few men who did not look very promising. 
Suppose it was the other priest?  He looked fit.  Very strong....but not
really Gunther's type.  Too hairy and muscular!  Now the younger one,
Anthony, he was ok....  good body and moved well.  Blonde he would not be a
hairy bear, and his body was toned rather than heavily muscular.  Yes!  He
could fancy that arse.

   The two priests had the advantage of Gunther in that they had seen Alex
in the robing-room before the service, had seen the boy slip into black
satin panties with a naughty transparent black nylon panel at the front
hiding nothing of the boys pretty crown jewels.  What a pity he could not
wear his new silver high-heeled shoes: but that would be too risky.  The
white cloth was long enough to hide the boy's ankles.  But heels? 
Tempting, but no!  And then the glossy stockings that so improved already
slender and shapely legs.  They could have fucked him there and then, but
instead watched as he put on the floor-length white cotton garment that hid
all the naughtiness under an impression of innocent beauty.  He was
graceful in all his actions at the altar and several of the ladies had told
Mrs Docherty how much her son improved the ambience of the ritual.  How
fortunate she was to have such a well-behaved, reverent and religious boy.
A good boy, an upright boy, a sheep among the goats.  Perhaps he would be a
priest himself one day?

   As for the two randy priests...  they were again glad their robes hid
their own hard-ons!

   And since he had seen him naked Father Barnard had begun to notice his
friend Anthony in ways that might have surprised him a few weeks before. 
The man had a grace and fluidity of movement at the altar that was almost
feminine....  certainly it was beautiful!  And his near-hairless body was
beautiful in its own right, especially his cute bottom....  jutting
slightly and rounded like the boy's.  As he went through the Mass, which he
could have conducted in his sleep he knew it so well, he found himself
thinking it might be good to fuck his friend's arse as a change from the
boy's, to swallow his cum as he delighted in swallowing Alex's.  Would
Anthony agree?  Barnard suspected his friend would be eager, though Anthony
claimed to be a virgin anally: there were no secrets between the two men,
and Barnard believed him.

   Gunther waited in the church while the two priests shook hands with some
parishioners and told Mrs Docherty that they would need Alex for a little
longer than usual in the afternoon.  'He can have his lunch here, and we'll
send him back well before dark.  He's a good boy, Mrs Docherty, and a
credit to you.'

   Gunther heard, and smiled at the soft-soap.  They were going to fuck
this "good boy" and this "credit to you" was going to thoroughly enjoy it
as usual!

   ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''

   It was straight upstairs to Father Barnard's bed.

   'Bit cozy for four of us, but all the better for that!'

   'Hey, Alex.  That's sexy!  Do all choirboys wear knickers and stockings
under their robes?.'

   'How would I know, Gunther?  Anyway it aint choirboy: it's altar boy. 
And it aint robes: it's Albs I was wearing over my pretty things.'

   'And pretty things inside too!' Gunther laughed and groped the boy's
cock through the front panel of his knickers.

   But Alex was already reaching out to the now-naked Father Barnard,
already preferring the priest's thorough fucking to Gunther's hurried
affair!  That suited Gunther who, as we all do in truth, always wanted
something new, and that something was the younger priest' arse.  Also naked
now.  Father Anthony lay back, arms out-stretched to welcome the youn
German's embrace.

   Followed moments of silence while the two couples hugged and kissed,
hands exploring now-familiar contours in the case of the boy and his lover,
and new flesh in the case of the young man and his.

   'I love the feel of the nylons on my legs, Father Barnard, and gripping
your legs between them.'

   'Such pretty legs too in glossy stockings, and such pretty boy-things
inside your panties.'

   The two young men watched as the man stroked the boy's satin-clad bum,
and nuzzled his nose and lips against the semi-transparent front panel of
the boy's knickers.  They were both hard, and it was becoming clear that
Gunther would be fucking Anthony rather than vice-versa....  most of the
time the German was laying on top of the Irish!

   Father Barnard was the first to reach for the tub of Analsilk (c) that
they had bought on-line and annoint the boy's arse and his own cock.  The
boy lay on his back, knees bent and pulled back and when Father Barnard
slowly, sensuously slipped the panties off the boy his tight, pink anus was
so very available, almost winking at the older man, inviting him to take
his pleasure.

   Father Anthony gasped as he saw his old friend and companion's cock
enter the boy's bum: he had seen this so often on his lap-top and here it
was again for real.

   Gunther noticed of course and realised Anthony was hyper-excited.

   'I want you too.  You want?'

   'More than anything.'

   'This the first time?'

   'Yes....'

   'Kneeling then.'

   Man and boy lovers paused a moment to watch Gunther smear lube in Father
Anthony's anus and then on his own cock.  Alex had seen that cock many a
time, but not Barnard, and indeed he had seldom....  very seldom....  seen
another cock, let alone one erect, rampant and dripping cum.  He found it
fascinating, exciting too and the thought crossed his mind, "This is
beautiful....  not sinful as I have been taught".

   Gunther was a beautiful young man, and with his proud, erect cock the
very image of virile masculinity.  Father Anthony, his old friend, was
revealed as beautiful too, so white and smooth, his bottom so perfect as he
knelt....  Barnard knew he could make love to this man, enjoy his slender,
firm body, take possession of that handsome bottom, fuck him just as he was
fucking this smooth-skinned boy..

   Just as Gunther was now doing, wiping his knob up and down the
arse-crease and then pushing: the muscles on his bum clenched as he did so,
and Father Barnard's cock twitched deep inside the boy as cock entered
virgin hole.

   Alex squeaked, 'Oooh!  I could feel that.  It was lovely.  You moved
your cock without moving at all.  So sexy.'

   Father Barnard twitched his cock again, twice, deliberately this time.'

   Beside him Father Anthony had taken the full length of his lover's cock
without complaint, but the watchers could see his face screwed up in pain,
and he was biting the pillow.

   Alex wriggled his bum reminding Father Barnard that the boy wanted a
good, strong fucking as usual.  But he could not help looking sideways at
his friend's body and thinking how good it would be to fuck him too..... 
The look of pain had gone from Father Anthony's face and he was no longer
stifling his cries by biting the pillow: you could see he was finding
pleasure at last and indeed his cock was stiff again.

   Father Barnard shagged his boy while the lad wanked his cocklet, fist
rubbing up and down it between their two bodies.  The man looked down and
then caught the boy's eye and smiled: Alex grinned back and felt down for
the man's ball-sack with his free hand.  This was naughty as he knew his
lover found it very difficult to control himself fucking when his partner
handled his balls.

   'No, Alex!  Please.  I'll cum...'

   'Cum then!'

   The little fist went faster and faster and a streamer of white boy-juice
splatted up the boy's chest.  Too much for Father Barnard to bear, he came
too, deep and fulfilling inside the boy.

   Gunther saw the boy's cum, heard those familiar squeaks and pantings of
pleasure and came too.  It was too quick for Father Anthony, who had not
wanked....

   .................................................................

   Tuesday evening the two priests had their first chance to sit down and
share a bottle chatting especially about their new experiences.  Instead of
the table and chairs they used in summer, now the Autumn evenings were
cooler they sat side-by-side on the old green-leather settee drawn up close
to the gas-fire.

   'Decent wine this, Bernard.'

   'You always say that, Anthony: I suspect you're just being polite
sometimes.  But you're right.'

   'I like these colder evenings.  Feels warm and cozy with the wind
howling outside.'

   'There's nothing like a church to make the wind whistle!  But you're
right.'

   'Sort of evening to curl up in a warm bed, Bernard.'

   'You're so right, Anthony.' There was a silence as both men savoured
this last comment.  'Speaking of which, my mind keeps harking back to our
frolics after Mass Sunday.'

   'Mine too, Bernard.  It was quite, quite delightful.'

   'I could see your pleasure....  and hear it too!'

   'Oh dear!  Was I noisy?'

   'Only when you finally came in Gunther's mouth.  A very horny sound.'

   Another silence, during which Bernard refilled their glasses.

   'It was very sexy watching you, Anthony.  I had not realised how sexy
you are....  not until I saw you naked, and especially while Gunther was
fucking you.  You have a lovely bottom, you know!'

   'I'm embarrassed, Bernard.  But I'll reciprocate by saying I found you
particularly sexy.  Naked I mean.  Gunther is nice and muscled, but too
smooth and boyish really.  I mean, Alex is delightful, especially as a
girlie boy, but I'm sure I'm really made for being the object of passion, I
mean more to be fucked than actually taking the lead as it were.  And he
cums too quick: Alex told me he would, and he did!'

   'Kiss me, Anthony!'

   .....................................................................

   I expect there have been times in the history of the Church, and
probably still are churches in parts of the world, where there would be
nothing unusual about two priests hugging, kissing, and even feeling for
each others' cocks, stiff beneath their clerical robes.  Maybe it is more
common than we think.  Maybe their mutual lust for each other, and their
shared delight in their little sissy-boys is more usual among clerics than
the Mrs Docherty's of this world suspect.

   'Let's sleep together tonight, Anthony...'

   'Mmmmm.  But kiss me again first, Bernard.'

   .....................................................................

   They undressed in silence, both hanging clothes up neatly in Father
Bernard's wardrobe.  Naked they stood a yard apart looking at each other.

   Father Anthony's cock was half-hard, arcing gracefully over his balls,
the tip of his knob peeping out shyly from his foreskin.  He really did
have a cute bum, slightly rounded and a bit feminine perhaps, but pert and
not sagging one little bit.  He was smooth and white all over except for
that fringe of blonde pubic fleece.  Despite his good, strong shoulders,
arms and legs there was something boyish about him still, perhaps even
girly.  An expert would not have been surprised to learn he was
temperamentally "bottom", the more passive partner in adult games.

   Father Bernard was rock-hard, cock standing at well above forty-five
degrees, indeed almost flat to his hairy belly.  His cock was cut and the
rugged, veiny shaft was topped by a great mushroom of red-purple knob. 
Every inch of him was muscular and masculine.  That expert would have known
he was a "top", and a vigotous one at that.

   But the two men were only just learning about their sexuality:
everything was new and exciting...  if a bit daunting and occasionally
worrying.  It was after all "SIN".  If "SIN" made the heart beat a little
faster then it just made the couple feel even more alive, breaking the
mould of their everyday existence.

   Father Anthony lay on his belly: both men knew exactly what he wanted.
Father Barnard parted those white, firm buttocks and it would not have been
with more reverence that he kissed the Bishop's ring on the rare occasions
they met than he pressed his lips to his fellow-priest's anus, kissing
wetly and part-open-mouthed, licking and immediately penetrating with the
tip of his tongue.  No bridegroom could have felt more excitement licking
his bride's clitoris in preparation for the consumation.  This was no
virgin....Father Bernard had seen his lover lose his virginity after Mass
the Sunday before....  but Father Anthony still felt the excitement tinged
with fear a virgin-bride might experience confronted by the rampant cock.
Gunther had been experienced, probably shagged many a man and boy: Bernard
might not be so skilled.  It might hurt!

   A final rimming, and then the oily finger in his crease, on his anus,
into him.  More lube still, and then the delightful pressure of a knob
against his arse-hole.

   There was no pain, just a momentary discomfort and then the filling
sensation as his arse accepted his lover's cock.

   Father Bernard heard his sigh and paused a moment to lean forward to
kiss him on the nape of his neck.

   'OK!'

   'Oh yes.  OK all right!'

   This cock was broader than Gunther's, Father Anthony's only comparison
of course, and perhaps because of that was rubbing even better against his
prostate.  The sensation was wonderful....  and he had been denying himself
this all his life.  Stupid!

   He had to!  He had to wank his cock, the feeling was so overwhelming.

   Father Bernard sensed his partner's excitement and could feel the
vibration of that hand rubbing up and down under the kneeling body, so he
speeded up, jolting Anthony with each powerful thrust.

   'Sweet Jesus!  I'm cumming!'

   Reaching beneath Father Barnard was just in time to feel the first spurt
of cum, hot over the back of his hand.

   He looked at his hand, white strands of spunk dripping from it, and
licked it clean.  It was saltier than the boy's had been, thicker and
silkier.  Lovely.

   He had not paused in his fucking but was using long, slow, deep thrusts
now.

   'It's so good, Bernard.  I think I could cum again....'

   'No hurry, Anthony.  I'm enjoying this.  You really have the cutest bum,
and a lovely broad back for these tiny hips.'

   To make his point he stroked and kneaded those firm buttocks, stroked
the narrow hips, and then leaned over to lick his back, finishing with his
lips again on the nape of his neck: all without losing the rhythm of his
fucking.

   Father Anthony was wanking again now, and the speed of the fucking
increased.

   Panting, moaning, muttered words of pleasure, many sacriligious, some of
them downright oaths....all the rich noises of a man taking pleasure from
being shagged.  Father Bernard reverted to the short, sharp powerful
thrusts that had brought Anthony off earlier, and the sound of his thighs
slapping into that bottom was almost that of the applause his exertions
merited.  Perhaps not!  But his efforts were bringing Father Anthony to his
second orgasm...  and that was indeed a first: he had never cum twice in
succession before, Masturbating once is always enough!

   This was a mind-blowing, all-emcompassing orgasm, almost dry after
having emptied his balls thoroughly minutes before but almost painful in
its intensity.

   The joyful scream from his normally calm partner in sin and the rapid
contractions of his anus brought Father Bernard off too, satisfying
multiple spurts of hot cum, each deep in that arse that moved as if full of
ferrets!

   They fell over on their sides and, exhausted, Father Anthony was asleep
moments before Father Bernard joined him in slumber, cock still up inside
him.

   .....................................

   Bernard woke in the middle of the night, surprised for a moment after a
lifetime of sleeping alone to find a warm body beside him, pressed up
against him.  Then he remembered the evening before and it all slipped into
place.  He recalled Anthony's beautiful bum, their passion, and the
successful love-making for both of them.  Anthony's arse had expelled his
cock some time during the night, but it was suddenly stiff again as the
sleeping Anthony snuggled his bum against his partner.  Bernard's cock
found its way naturally into the crease between Anthony's buttocks and just
as naturally to the anus....  possible not quite as tightly closed as the
day before!  A gentle pressure and Bernard's cock slid easily into Anthony.
He murmured something in his sleep but did not wake as Bernard gently
shagged him.

   Reaching over him Bernard found his cock stiff, but decided not to wank
him off, just hold it and squeeze and release in time with his gentle
pushes.

   This was very sexy for Bernard, at least as horny as the more
impassioned sex earlier.  He came....

   .............................

   Bernard was awkened by a kiss on his brow and then on his lips, light
and brushing unlike the passion of the night before.  Anthony had placed a
tray with teapot, two cups and saucers and cream jug across the foot of the
bed, and he joined his new lover sitting propped against the pillow.

   Anthony's mouth on his cock seconds later was like a lightning
strike.... mainly because the mouth had just been filled with hot tea and
the scalding sensation on his cock certainly woke Father Bernard up.

   Father Anthony had the pleasure then of feeling a limp cock stiffen in
his mouth, gradually reaching full erection.

   Father Bernard's turn now as he swallowed a mouthful of hot tea and then
closed his mouth around Anthony's cock, but that was already stiff.

   'sweet Jesus!  But that feels good!'

   The resulting sixty nine, their first, was with Bernard on top and
Anthony laying down under him.....  but the reader would have guessed that
I suppose.  Bernard slipped his finger up Anthony's bum, still juicy from
the fuck in the night.  Almost immediately his mouth was filled with cum,
salty, silky, exciting: so exciting that he came to.  Anthony swllowed,
just as Bernard had.

   Propped again against the bed-head, the cup of tea and the first smoke
of the day.

   'You know, Bernard, I dreamed you fucked me in the night.'

   'Perhaps I did, Anthony!  If not I had the same dream.'

   'It was a lovely dream, and I woke up hard and thinking about you this
morning.'

   Bernard got up and opened the curtains so the late autumn sun streamed
in.  Then back to the bed.  Neither man had now the slightest
self-consciousness about their nudity, whether cock erect as now, or limp.

   'Shall we invite Gunther again next Sunday?  I've got his mobile
number.'

   'He's more use to you than to me, Anthony so feel free.'

   'You won't be jealous when he fucks me.'

   'Lord no!  Let's never be jealous of each other and not hide
anything....'

   'I agree..'

   'Might be a good idea to ask him if he has any handsome gay friends who
would like to join in....perhaps a guy who likes the passsive role, for you
to enjoy, Bernard.'

   'Later when we know him better.  And we might ask Alex to try seducing
one or two of the prettier boys in his class.  A second altar-boy.......'

   'Something to look forward to...but I need a shower right now.... 
together?

   'Mmm'.

   FIN for now