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When I Was A Kid
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Bi-Sexual Male / 48
When I was a boy my mom made me be an alter boy. So I walked the 10 blocks to the church where they were holding alter boy classes and when I got there the priest said "sorry this is only for boys" He thought I was a girl because my hair was down to my butt. That was 1969 when most 10 year old boys either had long hair or at least it was a bit shaggy. So I told him I was a boy and my name and he checked his list and sure enough there I was.
So the classes took 4 weeks of meeting one hour every Saturday and when we finished we all served mass together as a celebration of having completed our alter boy training. Then we were assigned our schedule. I was excited. I was assigned to second mass on Sunday which was 9am. So I came out with the priest and there were some shocked looks on the people's faces. It didn't occur to me that there was anything wrong with me. It seems half the people there thought I was a girl and some complained to the bishop that our parish had "alter girls." Well they investigated and the pastor asked my parents to get me a haircut and my mom said no. So they decided to include in the parish program a list of what alter boys were serving what mass and that would clear up any confusion since all were listed as "alter boys" leaving no doubt as to gender. I thought the whole thing rather silly.
But none of that had anything to do with why I am posting this.
In the meantime, while this silly controversy was going on. one young priest fresh from being ordained, had decided that I would make him an excellent girlfriend. He had grown up in an all boy orphanage run by priests. At 16 he entered the seminary. At 24 he became a priest so he was quite young. He also had long hair as was common then but only down to his shoulders. He was slender and good looking and soft spoken and gentle. He invited me down to the church basement where the priests had a sort of rec room with a wet and dry bar, several sofas, a nice stereo, TV and a bed. I thought the bed odd. So that first time, a Saturday afternoon, I was in the church basement with Fr. Pat and we were watching TV. It was color and 25 inches so that was king of neat since my family couldn't afford a color one or one that big. (in those days a 25 inch color TV typically cost about 2-3 months wages) I was actually quite excited over watching such a TV. More special is it had UHF which meant it got three more stations than the normal 4 for a total of 7 stations. Since he had run the antenna all the way up into the bell tower we got great reception. I was not especially alarmed when he started to rub my back. I wasn't even alarmed when he took my shirt off to do it. In fact when he suggested I take my pants off to make it easier for him to give me a massage I still wasn't alarmed. He was nice about all of it and frankly the physical affection felt wonderful. It got a little awkward when he slipped his hands inside the back of my tighty whities but his hand kneading my ass cheeks still felt kind of nice. It was when he got his hands around to the front that I started to panic. My panic did subside a bit when he started to suck me. In fact I completely forgot how nasty what we were doing as he sucked my dick and balls in his mouth at the same time as he reached around and massaged my ass occasionally slipping a finger in my ass. I just wrapped my hands around his head and held on. His long hair draped over the back of my hands felt kind of nice too. I didn't have an orgasm that first time but it felt awesome and I was disappointed when it stopped. He told me that it was special magic that God did for good little alter boys but was a secret that I couldn't tell my parents. It felt really special.
This went on nearly every weekend for about two years. Then one day when I was 12 Fr Pat took his clothes off and asked me if I would give HIM a massage. I was a bit nerveous about the idea. I had never seen him naked but he just tore it all off and laid on the bed face down. By this point I had been regularyly cumming in his mouth and had been fantasizing about what his cock might look like or what it might have tasted like. I got on top and massaged him the way he did me saving his butt for last and spending the most time on it. He was 26 years old and had a really nice butt and it was fun to massage it. It had much less hair than my dad's. He turned over after a while and that was when I got my first really good look at his huge erection. It was almost as big as my fore arm. I couldn't help myself. I leaned over and took the head in my mouth and mimicked what Fr Pat had been doing with me except I couldn't get as much of his into my mouth. After some practice I managed to get about half of it down my throat. But I didn't have to suck long, he came in my mouth after about five minutes and it was a lot. His come tasted a little salty and not as bad as I thought in fact I got horny again just from the taste and he sucked me hard again. Then he asked if I would like to fuck him in his ass. We were WAY beyond pretending this was god's special magic playtime. I was gay, he was gay, we were fucking around and I didn't care and stopped believing in god anyways. I think he did too. I came in his ass which was really tight and hot and soft and that felt wonderful.
Two weeks later he started fucking my ass. After that mostly it was me getting fucked but he would suck me off afterwards. The first time hurt a little but he didn't go all the way in. By the third time he was fucking my ass to the hilt and it hurt but it turned me on anyways. After a few months I could not get enough of being fucked in the ass and could take his whole length quite easily.
About two months before I turned 13 he had gotten one of the other priests involved and it was me getting ass raped by both priests and then one would lick my ass while the other sucked me off. Sometimes they would fuck me at both ends and sometimes they would simply lick me all over for hours.
One day Fr Pat and Fr Bob took me to the big city when I was 13. Mostly it was shopping for girls clothes. They took me to a few stores in the big city. They weren't dressed as priests. They took me to places where I could get girl's clothes but really sexy stuff like lingerie. They bought me a corset and skirts and dresses, pretty much a complete wardrobe for a teenage slut except I was a guy. They took me to a beauty parlor where they trimmed my hair so it was at knee level in a straight line and then permed the ends so I would have big soft feminine curls in my pigtails. They got my ears pierced (that was really hard to explain to my mom. boys didn't have pierced ears in 1973). They even took me to have my make-up done. Then they took me to a drag show where it was mostly old guys in dresses and WAY too much make-up trying to sing like famous female singers. Mostly I thought it was stupid but this one really hot guy in drag came over to talk to us and he ended up being only 15. You would not have guessed he was a boy. Randy turned out to be Pat's nephew. We went out to a gay bar together the four of us and Randy started to kiss me and I really liked it and Fr. Pat & Bob got into each other pretty heavy. Nobody seemed to care and nobody cared that I was 13 and Randy was 15 since they served us anyways. We got a hotel room the four of us and that's when it really got interesting. Bob and Pat started to play rape their two "slave girls." while Randy and I continued our heavy make-out session. When Pat was done cumming in my ass and bob was done with Randy's, Randy and I did a 69 that ended up with each of us cumming in the other's mouth.
It is amazing how much parents trusted priests back in those days. It just never occurred to them to question that I had been selected for a two week long youth retreat in the big city 300 miles away. Fr. Pat and Bob continued to rape me until I was 15. First Fr. Bob got transferred and we never saw him again. Then Fr. Pat whom I really missed disappeared to South America with his nephew Randy along with about $20,000 in parish funds.
As for me?? I got married and had three kids. One of my two sons turned out to be gay and a sissy and I took him on his first drag shopping trip after he came out. My other son is straight as an arrow and married with his own three kids. My daughter is a nun and the principal of a catholic elementary school for girls. Go figure.
So the classes took 4 weeks of meeting one hour every Saturday and when we finished we all served mass together as a celebration of having completed our alter boy training. Then we were assigned our schedule. I was excited. I was assigned to second mass on Sunday which was 9am. So I came out with the priest and there were some shocked looks on the people's faces. It didn't occur to me that there was anything wrong with me. It seems half the people there thought I was a girl and some complained to the bishop that our parish had "alter girls." Well they investigated and the pastor asked my parents to get me a haircut and my mom said no. So they decided to include in the parish program a list of what alter boys were serving what mass and that would clear up any confusion since all were listed as "alter boys" leaving no doubt as to gender. I thought the whole thing rather silly.
But none of that had anything to do with why I am posting this.
In the meantime, while this silly controversy was going on. one young priest fresh from being ordained, had decided that I would make him an excellent girlfriend. He had grown up in an all boy orphanage run by priests. At 16 he entered the seminary. At 24 he became a priest so he was quite young. He also had long hair as was common then but only down to his shoulders. He was slender and good looking and soft spoken and gentle. He invited me down to the church basement where the priests had a sort of rec room with a wet and dry bar, several sofas, a nice stereo, TV and a bed. I thought the bed odd. So that first time, a Saturday afternoon, I was in the church basement with Fr. Pat and we were watching TV. It was color and 25 inches so that was king of neat since my family couldn't afford a color one or one that big. (in those days a 25 inch color TV typically cost about 2-3 months wages) I was actually quite excited over watching such a TV. More special is it had UHF which meant it got three more stations than the normal 4 for a total of 7 stations. Since he had run the antenna all the way up into the bell tower we got great reception. I was not especially alarmed when he started to rub my back. I wasn't even alarmed when he took my shirt off to do it. In fact when he suggested I take my pants off to make it easier for him to give me a massage I still wasn't alarmed. He was nice about all of it and frankly the physical affection felt wonderful. It got a little awkward when he slipped his hands inside the back of my tighty whities but his hand kneading my ass cheeks still felt kind of nice. It was when he got his hands around to the front that I started to panic. My panic did subside a bit when he started to suck me. In fact I completely forgot how nasty what we were doing as he sucked my dick and balls in his mouth at the same time as he reached around and massaged my ass occasionally slipping a finger in my ass. I just wrapped my hands around his head and held on. His long hair draped over the back of my hands felt kind of nice too. I didn't have an orgasm that first time but it felt awesome and I was disappointed when it stopped. He told me that it was special magic that God did for good little alter boys but was a secret that I couldn't tell my parents. It felt really special.
This went on nearly every weekend for about two years. Then one day when I was 12 Fr Pat took his clothes off and asked me if I would give HIM a massage. I was a bit nerveous about the idea. I had never seen him naked but he just tore it all off and laid on the bed face down. By this point I had been regularyly cumming in his mouth and had been fantasizing about what his cock might look like or what it might have tasted like. I got on top and massaged him the way he did me saving his butt for last and spending the most time on it. He was 26 years old and had a really nice butt and it was fun to massage it. It had much less hair than my dad's. He turned over after a while and that was when I got my first really good look at his huge erection. It was almost as big as my fore arm. I couldn't help myself. I leaned over and took the head in my mouth and mimicked what Fr Pat had been doing with me except I couldn't get as much of his into my mouth. After some practice I managed to get about half of it down my throat. But I didn't have to suck long, he came in my mouth after about five minutes and it was a lot. His come tasted a little salty and not as bad as I thought in fact I got horny again just from the taste and he sucked me hard again. Then he asked if I would like to fuck him in his ass. We were WAY beyond pretending this was god's special magic playtime. I was gay, he was gay, we were fucking around and I didn't care and stopped believing in god anyways. I think he did too. I came in his ass which was really tight and hot and soft and that felt wonderful.
Two weeks later he started fucking my ass. After that mostly it was me getting fucked but he would suck me off afterwards. The first time hurt a little but he didn't go all the way in. By the third time he was fucking my ass to the hilt and it hurt but it turned me on anyways. After a few months I could not get enough of being fucked in the ass and could take his whole length quite easily.
About two months before I turned 13 he had gotten one of the other priests involved and it was me getting ass raped by both priests and then one would lick my ass while the other sucked me off. Sometimes they would fuck me at both ends and sometimes they would simply lick me all over for hours.
One day Fr Pat and Fr Bob took me to the big city when I was 13. Mostly it was shopping for girls clothes. They took me to a few stores in the big city. They weren't dressed as priests. They took me to places where I could get girl's clothes but really sexy stuff like lingerie. They bought me a corset and skirts and dresses, pretty much a complete wardrobe for a teenage slut except I was a guy. They took me to a beauty parlor where they trimmed my hair so it was at knee level in a straight line and then permed the ends so I would have big soft feminine curls in my pigtails. They got my ears pierced (that was really hard to explain to my mom. boys didn't have pierced ears in 1973). They even took me to have my make-up done. Then they took me to a drag show where it was mostly old guys in dresses and WAY too much make-up trying to sing like famous female singers. Mostly I thought it was stupid but this one really hot guy in drag came over to talk to us and he ended up being only 15. You would not have guessed he was a boy. Randy turned out to be Pat's nephew. We went out to a gay bar together the four of us and Randy started to kiss me and I really liked it and Fr. Pat & Bob got into each other pretty heavy. Nobody seemed to care and nobody cared that I was 13 and Randy was 15 since they served us anyways. We got a hotel room the four of us and that's when it really got interesting. Bob and Pat started to play rape their two "slave girls." while Randy and I continued our heavy make-out session. When Pat was done cumming in my ass and bob was done with Randy's, Randy and I did a 69 that ended up with each of us cumming in the other's mouth.
It is amazing how much parents trusted priests back in those days. It just never occurred to them to question that I had been selected for a two week long youth retreat in the big city 300 miles away. Fr. Pat and Bob continued to rape me until I was 15. First Fr. Bob got transferred and we never saw him again. Then Fr. Pat whom I really missed disappeared to South America with his nephew Randy along with about $20,000 in parish funds.
As for me?? I got married and had three kids. One of my two sons turned out to be gay and a sissy and I took him on his first drag shopping trip after he came out. My other son is straight as an arrow and married with his own three kids. My daughter is a nun and the principal of a catholic elementary school for girls. Go figure.
