Losing my virginity to a priest at the age of fourteen changed my perception of the world. Before then I was allowed to be a kid. I was allowed to think of the world as a nice place.
It wasn't in my opinion a terrible experience, as I'd for six months previously been sucking on his cock every Friday and Sunday. I'd had an older male who used to be in my school do it to me a few times, so sucking on my priests cock wasn't to me, that big a deal. And during those times, I soon realized I was much better at sucking cock then my school friend had been.
Knelt up facing the vestry with my bare ass being tongue so beautifully, I felt like a new part of my life was about to begin. I knew he wanted to fuck me as he'd hinted for em to allow him for weeks, so when I finally agreed, having him lick and tongue my rear hole, I was resigned to giving him all of me.
The sensation of his bare cock sliding past my sphincter muscles was pure pain. Pain which took my breath away and had tears rolling down my cheeks. But I'd promised him no matter what, I'd take his seed up my ass. Each and every inch that slid into me hurt, but I gritted my teeth and listened to him, believing him it would get a lot more enjoyable. In and out his cock fucked me and with each thrust of his fat cock I got more used to the pain. And then like a light switch going on, my whole body began to feel pleasure. The pain stopped and the overwhelming feeling of pure joy flowed through my entire being.
My cries of exrasy gave him the go ahead to fuck me harder and with each new thrust up my ass, the pleasure got ever more intense. Before I knew it my cock was pulsing and I told him I wanted to cum. Pulling out of my ass, he had me stand up in front of him as he crouched down. Gripping the end of my cock shaft, he milked my cock whilst sucking on the head of it. Moments later, I came in his mouth and he gulped down every last drop. Pushing me back into a kneeling position, he re entered my asshole. But instead of taking his time, he slammed his cock into me making me moan with delight. A few more powerful thrusts and he too told me he was cumming. Only he didn't pull out. Instead he drove his cock so deep up my asshole, I felt his cock erupt it seemed into my stomach. Jerking inside of me, he spent his load and then pulled out. I was totally his from that moment on and told him I truly loved him.
For three years we had sex every Friday and Sunday. Our relationship grew ever stronger the more I learned about gay sex and how to make sure he was kept totally happy. It wasn't and I genuinely mean this, abuse by him, as I was a very involved partner. Yet from the first fuck we had, I grew up. I became much more self reliant and took to physical exercise to keep myself looking good for him. Then without warning he was gone. A new priest was put in his oplace and our relationship was over.
I discovered girls and their wonderful bodies then. I also kept up with my physical fitness which helped enormously dating girls. That and having lots of previous sexual knowledge. Moving through my life I had lots of brief sexual relationships with females, and forgot about the joy of gay sex. Meeting a beautiful woman two years ago, we got engaged nine months ago and set our wedding day for this coming June.
The city I now live in is eighty miles away from the town I grew up in. So arranging our church wedding, we had to visit our local diocese. Opening the door to the priests rooms, I came face to face with my now fifty three year old former lover. Our exchanged looks were hidden, but we both knew who each other was, and I immediately quaked inside for him and his sex. He held out his hand and I shook it with a longing to feel it stroking my cock and spreading my ass cheeks. All the heady feelings of sex and love for this man came flooding back in that instant, yet we both knew instantly nothing could happen, or could it.
The formal meeting that day was over as quickly as I could manage. Not because I couldn't bare the sight of my only gay lover, but because I couldn't trust myself. My future wife knew only I'd become nervous and accepted that excuse for my need to go. She told me she'd take the next meeting alone, but I insisted I take it on my own to get used to being in church again.
His cock felt just as ggod all these years klater than it did when I was a kid. Only it was me mounting him as he sat in his large winged back chair. The meeting took all of five minutes to go over some details, but we spent a further hour sucking and fucking, with his cock spearing me twice after a brief pause to get our breath back.
I am going to get married, that's something I'm dedicated to. Yet until the final moments of being single, I'm going to give my old lover every part of my body to enjoy to it's fullest. And believe me he certainly knows how to enjoy my mouth and asshole.