"I have a cabin up near Jefferson City, on the Missouri River. I'm going up there the week after next. I thought you might like go with me. I'd give you the time off. Fishing and hiking in the hills and . . . you know . . ." Yes, Martin knew what John Shield, the owner and manager of Shield's Hotel in Willow Grove, Missouri, meant by the "you know." He was...
I would have preferred to have slept in on a Saturday morning, but I owed my older brother about $50 and since I didn't have the cash to repay him, he asked me to drop by the church where he preaches in order to check the baptism pool for leaks before the big day tomorrow. It seemed that the county commissioner's teenage daughter was going to be baptized bef...
Note: this is a science fiction story about sex and love, not just erotic descriptions. CHAPTER 1 I was sorry for the boy. To be so deformed and to be unable to have children. Still, he must be clever, or he would never have been sent to our school, where we, the elite, would be trained as priests for the most vital jobs in society. It must have been so h...
I tried to make sense out of the last several days as the plane began its descent across the eastern Atlantic into the peninsular city of Dakar, capital of Senegal. From there it would be several hours of a dusty ride northeast to the village of Sagata, in Louga Province. I tried hard not to think of this as a banishment, and why it might have been banishmen...
It's the last Saturday before Christmas at 4:50 and almost the end of reconciliation hour, and also very nearly the last night of a life I've idealistically thrown away twenty years ago. Most of the congregation has stopped coming to confession entirely. I've only had 2 people in the last 2 hours. I'm sick of listening to the same confessions by the same unr...
A old man recalls his youth... *** Back when I was 18 it was easy to intimidate me. All it would take was a stern look and I would shrink into nothingness, and when it came to stern looks there was nobody better at it than Father Scarff. Having been a well mannered lad back then I had never felt the wrath of the strict priest like many of my friends. That...
I'm not sure where to start telling this story, but here goes. I was young and still a virgin the summer I went to camp for two weeks with the Church Brothers. Virgin as in I knew absolutely nothing about sex and young as over 18 but not quite 21. Hard to believe, but at my age I still had never masturbated. My parents wanted me to become a Priest and so mad...
For every young man, his wedding is, undoubtedly, the most eagerly awaited day of his life. He has a million little hopes and dreams about his marriage; a vision of what his husband should be like, his own thoughts on the kind of life he wants to live once moves into his husband's home. However, the picture-perfect life he envisions for himself and what dest...
Disclaimer: All characters in this fictional story are 18 years of age or older. My name is Doug, and I am a submissive cocksucker. And I just can't help myself. I tried to deny it at first, but now I want a guy to just make me suck his cock. I am 24 now, and the following are some of my adventures. It all started when I was 18 and after I graduated sch...
Brent's Story Hearing the click of the lock behind me in the sacristy was what I would identity as the "Go" square in the honest autobiography I probably could never dare write. Before that, Father Timothy had been standing at the sink counter, drinking the last of the communion wine, while I, fulfilling my altar boy duties, washed and dried the chalices a...