Description: Serving here, at St. Jerome's has been a wonderful, if often confusing experience. What happens behind the scenes (as it were) is so very different from what the congregants see on Sunday morning, or any other day, for that matter. I don’t really think that they would approve, but I’m not going to complain myself. We do what good we can for the community, as much as any priest can, and we give the people the figure that they need to look up to. That alone is a service, just being there as Christ’s representative. We do give up a lot for the faithful, and our community. Being a priest and role model is a 24/7 job. We never have a day off. We get days of personal time, but we don’t go out in public without our black suits and collars. Even being invited to a parishioner's house for dinner, or chaperoning a bowling night for the cathedral youth group, we still have to take care to be “priestly.” Surely, we can’t be blamed for wanting to simply be men sometimes. Men with desires and needs, hung ers, even. That is one of the duties of the boys in the Seminary. They serve by allowing us the use of their bodies for release, both physical and mental. It is a blessed moment to let one’s priestly garb fall away, along with the responsibility it represents, and simply be a man. A man with a cock that gets hard and needs an ass to fuck, and balls that get full and need a hole to bless with their life giving seed. The priesthood would be intolerable without the pleasure that boys' bodies offer. I knew when I chose this path that priests find comfort in the bodies of the young men under their direction. I didn’t really give much thought to what form a priest's relationship to his fellow priests might take. It truly is a brotherhood, somewhere between a very dignified college fraternity or a secret society like the Masons or the Elks. We don’t sit around after the congregation goes home watching football and sharing a keg. What we do with the boys is no secret, but it is discrete. Of course, gossip happens, knowing comments are made, particular relationships are observed, but there is no crude swapping of salacious stories in graphic detail. We are priests after all. Father Patrick has become a very special friend to me. I was an only child. I never had a brother. When we became friends he was a few years older than me, both in age and in experience within the priesthood. He grew up with younger brothers and it was almost inevitable that he would fall into that role, and it fulfilled a need in me that I couldn’t know was there before he filled it. It had been building for a while, this feeling inside of me. At first I didn’t even recognize it. As I say, I never had an older brother, or even an older friend. I’ve also always been a top sexually. It has never actually crossed my mind to consider the other option, even as I was fucking the boys, I never thought about what it would be like to take their place. Eventually, though, my feelings for Father Patrick, Eddie, became too obvious in my mind to ignore. I began to feel the kind of feelings that I imagine the boys probably feel. Some mixture of admiration, gratitude, lust, maybe even romantic affection. I wanted Eddie to take me in his arms and hold me and kiss me, even fuck me. That is as hard to say as it was to even admit to myself. Boys may get fucked by men, and priests are discouraged from thinking of themselves with masculine pride, but priests don’t get fucked, no more than men get fucked. I wanted that intimacy with my mentor and brother, though. I wanted him to bless me with his seed. I hadn’t seen any evidence of similar feelings from him, though. I was on the verge of thinking that it might be something to speak to my confessor about. Then suddenly things took a turn. It was finally time for me to celebrate my first Sunday morning mass; just an ordinary Sunday, not a holiday, or even a Saints Day, although there are so many saints that I suspect every Sunday belongs to some saint or other, but we don’t keep track of all of them. Of course Eddie, Father Patrick, was there on such a special occasion to help me dress. That wasn’t necessary, or even an ordinary thing, but such is our relationship that he wanted to share that moment with me. Perhaps it was that extra closeness that the moment inspired that brought our guards down. He asked if I had ever taken one of the boys, something that we had never discussed before. I realized this was his first tentative step towards something more between the two of us. As I admitted that I had, the full force of my feelings for Eddie washed over me. When I asked him the same thing and he admitted it, the curtain was pulled aside. The only thing standing between us was our priestly garb and that was quickly cast aside. We were just two men who loved each other; who desired each other; whose bodies longed to be joined. I knelt in front of him worshipping his cock. He is very well endowed, uncut, and quite long. My hole quivered at the thought of how far up inside it would reach, how deeply he would plant his seed when he blessed me with it. When he pressed it against my hole, even though it was my first time, there wasn’t any pain; only my desire for him, my need to feel him take me deep and hard, my hunger for the seed that I knew he would bless me with far too soon.
February 13th, 2025
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