I first met Father Michael when I was an altar boy, I was eleven. He was a real nice guy and was quite kind to me and my family and friends. He always seemed to be around, he would show up at parties, holidays, weddings and the like. There was never any indication he was gay, he was never inappropriate to me in any way. Until I turned eighteen when he gently seduced me one afternoon when I was home alone. He sucked my cock and had me suck his. When he was nice and hard he pushed me back on the couch, he put my ankles on his shoulders and after lubing me up and finger fucking me, he slowly buried his cock in my ass. He fucked me like a girl and we began to kiss as he pumped my ass. He is in his mid sixties now and we still manage to get together about once a year. He fucked me the morning of my wedding almost twenty years ago,h which he officiated. He is the only man I've ever had sex with.