My Next Young Adventure Part 2
A priest met us at the bus station, and Brother Joe gave him a big hug -- this was Father Alan Rogers, Joe's best friend in the seminary. They told me they had a big surprise for me and it turned out to be tickets to the premier of a movie I'd been waiting for all year. I was stoked. On the drive over (we went directly from the bus station -- bus was a little late) they talked about people I didn't know, and gave me some context on their long friendship and why they had taken different paths. Father Alan seemed to be a genuinely nice guy.
The theater was packed, but we managed to get three seats on an aisle. We took off our winter coats and laid them across us, which provided perfect cover for my left hand sliding back to BJ's crotch, where I unzipped his fly yet again, and started rubbing his sticky cock -- I was surprised that it was hard before I got there. BJ and Alan continued to talk throughout the "coming attractions" and I managed to get BJ off very early into the film. In the darkness of the theater, I felt safe enough to pull my hand out and subtly lick it clean.
The movie was long, and yeah, you guessed it -- a stinker. I was bored to tears. BJ's right hand reached under the coats and was gently rubbing me over my pants, and I'm not sure where the idea came from, but I carefully slid mine over on top of Fr. Rogers' thigh, staring intently at his face to see his reaction. I guess I was thinking, "what's good for Joe is good for his friend," but his face showed all kinds of confusion, and I was afraid he was angry, but his face calmed and he settled himself deeper into his seat. I moved my hand into his left pocket and could feel his bulge -- he finally reached in with his other hand and "rearranged" himself, as his cock had originally been folded almost in two (that hurt :-) ). We continued this way throughout the rest of the film, with me getting him hard, then relaxing after a bit. He kept his pants on, though I did notice a shiny spot on his crotch when we got up to leave (fortunately for him, hidden by his coat). Everything continued as if nothing had happened as we drove to the seminary.
The place was like a large two-story dorm, that was eerily quiet. As BJ and I went into his room with our bags, I noticed that the doors were thick, and once they'd closed, it was like you were in your own little world. Good for contemplation, I guess. There were two beds, desks and small closets on opposite sides of the room -- I took one, and stripped off my clothes (my jeans were definitely due for a wash). I was sitting on my bed, naked, talking to BJ when there was a short knock, and Rogers rushed into the room. He headed straight for Brother Joe, not even taking notice of me, and the two of them passionately kissed, hugged and reached for each other's clothes.
I was just numb at this point -- sure I'd had some hanky-panky, kissy-licky with Coach Adams and Fr. Bonair and I knew why you got boners (mine was reaching for the sky at this point) and what you did with them, but this, this was two adult men going at it each other with a passion and ferocity I had no idea existed. Remember, back then we had zero access to things like Xhamster -- what I sat watching transfixed was all new. Meanwhile, Rogers had spun BJ around and helped him pull his pants down, while Rogers finished unzipping himself. I'd never seen BJ's ass before -- it was a very pale cream white and nicely rounded -- I can't wait to lick that, I thought. The other part of the current discussion, Fr. Rogers' cock, which I'd felt, but not seen was nice -- not huge, just a little bigger than BJ's and it wiggled about as he pulled his trousers down. His left hand went to BJ's back, and he pushed him down until BJ's elbows were on the desk near his bed. He spit into his right hand, rubbed his cock and then just jammed it right into BJ's waiting ass and proceeded pumping. Both were moaning and the slapping sound that accompanied Fr. Rogers' pumping was new to me as well. Then Rogers grunted and slumped over BJ, kissing the back of his neck -- I don't remember BJ even cumming and the whole thing was over in about two minutes, though it seemed like forever at the time. As I was to discover the two of them were more than just friends, they were roommates, and the thick doors and walls had kept their secret. My "edging" of Fr. Rogers was like throwing a lit match onto their reunion. At least I was helpful. :-)
After a few minutes, they started putting their clothes back on and BJ told me they were going to get a drink and that they'd be back later. I still can't understand how "oh, just another day in the neighborhood" they were about the whole thing and in front of me, but that's the way it played the entire time we were there, although I noticed that they moved their seggsy time to Fr. Alan's room from then on. BJ and I continued mutual sucking and JO sessions -- he was exhausted by the end of the trip. I was apparently declared "out of bounds" for Rogers.
So, sitting on the bed, contemplating the new factoid that Brother Joe liked having a penis shoved up his ass -- I had no idea -- I thought he wanted me the other way 'round -- I realized I _really_ needed a shower after that trip, and having no instructions to the contrary, took a towel from the small closet and walked down to the showers, with it wrapped around my middle. It wasn't a communal shower like the gym, there were rows of hooks and sinks down two walls, and the other two with shower stalls w/standard curtains and toilets. I was the only one there, so I put my towel on a hook and was on my way to one of the stalls when I caught sight of my torso and hard-on in one of the mirrors. I stopped and faced the mirror, admiring myself (hey, I'd gotten a lot bigger over the past year!) and then everything just went boom -- all of the trip, the sex I'd just witnessed -- I grabbed my cock with my left hand and started pumping away in front of the sink, staring at the action in the mirror, while I snuck my right hand around to caress my ass, while I inserted my index finger. I think in that moment, I was beginning to see what Adams and Bonair and Joe were seeing when they looked at me.
Of course all good things have to come to an end, and sure enough, someone walked into the room, which I didn't pick up on (hey, I was occupied!) until the door closed behind him. He had his eyes trained on me as I jumped, startled, took my hand off my cock, and tried to pull my finger out of my butt without making it look like I'd had it in my butt. Busted. I tried mumbling some sort of explanation as he walked towards me. He didn't say a word, just walked until he was next to the sink. He reached out to take my hand and put it and my finger up to his nose. "I think you need a shower, he finally said as he started unbuttoning his cassock, laid it on a hook, and took me into a stall. He stood behind me in the shower, with his cock nestled in my crack and the hot water and his hands all over me felt great and helped me calm down after his earlier startling me. I grabbed one of his hands and put it on my cock (I was ready to burst) and he quickly rubbed me off. It was a wonderful experience except he kept trying to shove the tip of his cock in my ass, and I finally had to tell him, "no I don't do that!" He seemed irritated until I slid to my knees and grabbed him (really hairy -- I didn't want to suck his balls at all), putting him in my mouth. Again, he was very forceful, trying to face fuck me, and I wasn't used to this at all -- unfortunately, he was a lot stronger than I was, and I gagged quite a bit, even though he wasn't very big. After he cumming in my mouth (not very much -- he must have been jerking off all day), he left and I finished washing up. I realized then that I'd forgotten to bring a toothbrush.
The theater was packed, but we managed to get three seats on an aisle. We took off our winter coats and laid them across us, which provided perfect cover for my left hand sliding back to BJ's crotch, where I unzipped his fly yet again, and started rubbing his sticky cock -- I was surprised that it was hard before I got there. BJ and Alan continued to talk throughout the "coming attractions" and I managed to get BJ off very early into the film. In the darkness of the theater, I felt safe enough to pull my hand out and subtly lick it clean.
The movie was long, and yeah, you guessed it -- a stinker. I was bored to tears. BJ's right hand reached under the coats and was gently rubbing me over my pants, and I'm not sure where the idea came from, but I carefully slid mine over on top of Fr. Rogers' thigh, staring intently at his face to see his reaction. I guess I was thinking, "what's good for Joe is good for his friend," but his face showed all kinds of confusion, and I was afraid he was angry, but his face calmed and he settled himself deeper into his seat. I moved my hand into his left pocket and could feel his bulge -- he finally reached in with his other hand and "rearranged" himself, as his cock had originally been folded almost in two (that hurt :-) ). We continued this way throughout the rest of the film, with me getting him hard, then relaxing after a bit. He kept his pants on, though I did notice a shiny spot on his crotch when we got up to leave (fortunately for him, hidden by his coat). Everything continued as if nothing had happened as we drove to the seminary.
The place was like a large two-story dorm, that was eerily quiet. As BJ and I went into his room with our bags, I noticed that the doors were thick, and once they'd closed, it was like you were in your own little world. Good for contemplation, I guess. There were two beds, desks and small closets on opposite sides of the room -- I took one, and stripped off my clothes (my jeans were definitely due for a wash). I was sitting on my bed, naked, talking to BJ when there was a short knock, and Rogers rushed into the room. He headed straight for Brother Joe, not even taking notice of me, and the two of them passionately kissed, hugged and reached for each other's clothes.
I was just numb at this point -- sure I'd had some hanky-panky, kissy-licky with Coach Adams and Fr. Bonair and I knew why you got boners (mine was reaching for the sky at this point) and what you did with them, but this, this was two adult men going at it each other with a passion and ferocity I had no idea existed. Remember, back then we had zero access to things like Xhamster -- what I sat watching transfixed was all new. Meanwhile, Rogers had spun BJ around and helped him pull his pants down, while Rogers finished unzipping himself. I'd never seen BJ's ass before -- it was a very pale cream white and nicely rounded -- I can't wait to lick that, I thought. The other part of the current discussion, Fr. Rogers' cock, which I'd felt, but not seen was nice -- not huge, just a little bigger than BJ's and it wiggled about as he pulled his trousers down. His left hand went to BJ's back, and he pushed him down until BJ's elbows were on the desk near his bed. He spit into his right hand, rubbed his cock and then just jammed it right into BJ's waiting ass and proceeded pumping. Both were moaning and the slapping sound that accompanied Fr. Rogers' pumping was new to me as well. Then Rogers grunted and slumped over BJ, kissing the back of his neck -- I don't remember BJ even cumming and the whole thing was over in about two minutes, though it seemed like forever at the time. As I was to discover the two of them were more than just friends, they were roommates, and the thick doors and walls had kept their secret. My "edging" of Fr. Rogers was like throwing a lit match onto their reunion. At least I was helpful. :-)
After a few minutes, they started putting their clothes back on and BJ told me they were going to get a drink and that they'd be back later. I still can't understand how "oh, just another day in the neighborhood" they were about the whole thing and in front of me, but that's the way it played the entire time we were there, although I noticed that they moved their seggsy time to Fr. Alan's room from then on. BJ and I continued mutual sucking and JO sessions -- he was exhausted by the end of the trip. I was apparently declared "out of bounds" for Rogers.
So, sitting on the bed, contemplating the new factoid that Brother Joe liked having a penis shoved up his ass -- I had no idea -- I thought he wanted me the other way 'round -- I realized I _really_ needed a shower after that trip, and having no instructions to the contrary, took a towel from the small closet and walked down to the showers, with it wrapped around my middle. It wasn't a communal shower like the gym, there were rows of hooks and sinks down two walls, and the other two with shower stalls w/standard curtains and toilets. I was the only one there, so I put my towel on a hook and was on my way to one of the stalls when I caught sight of my torso and hard-on in one of the mirrors. I stopped and faced the mirror, admiring myself (hey, I'd gotten a lot bigger over the past year!) and then everything just went boom -- all of the trip, the sex I'd just witnessed -- I grabbed my cock with my left hand and started pumping away in front of the sink, staring at the action in the mirror, while I snuck my right hand around to caress my ass, while I inserted my index finger. I think in that moment, I was beginning to see what Adams and Bonair and Joe were seeing when they looked at me.
Of course all good things have to come to an end, and sure enough, someone walked into the room, which I didn't pick up on (hey, I was occupied!) until the door closed behind him. He had his eyes trained on me as I jumped, startled, took my hand off my cock, and tried to pull my finger out of my butt without making it look like I'd had it in my butt. Busted. I tried mumbling some sort of explanation as he walked towards me. He didn't say a word, just walked until he was next to the sink. He reached out to take my hand and put it and my finger up to his nose. "I think you need a shower, he finally said as he started unbuttoning his cassock, laid it on a hook, and took me into a stall. He stood behind me in the shower, with his cock nestled in my crack and the hot water and his hands all over me felt great and helped me calm down after his earlier startling me. I grabbed one of his hands and put it on my cock (I was ready to burst) and he quickly rubbed me off. It was a wonderful experience except he kept trying to shove the tip of his cock in my ass, and I finally had to tell him, "no I don't do that!" He seemed irritated until I slid to my knees and grabbed him (really hairy -- I didn't want to suck his balls at all), putting him in my mouth. Again, he was very forceful, trying to face fuck me, and I wasn't used to this at all -- unfortunately, he was a lot stronger than I was, and I gagged quite a bit, even though he wasn't very big. After he cumming in my mouth (not very much -- he must have been jerking off all day), he left and I finished washing up. I realized then that I'd forgotten to bring a toothbrush.
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