Feature Writer: mpm98 / mpm98@protonmail.com
Feature Title: Church Camp 1 – The Grooming
Published: 07.08.2021
Story Codes: Religious theme, Young, Gay, Sodomy
Synopsis: This story is entirely a work of my fevered imagination. I was watching priest/altar boy porn on the net, got a strong hard-on, and a story idea. I am not, nor have I ever been, nor will I ever be, a religious leader preying on young boys. Since this is imagination, I would be most grateful if any present, or former, religious leaders, who are experienced boy-lovers, would let me know how close to accuracy the story is. Thanks! And, thanks to the webmaster who provides us dark, conflicted, obsessed, and shameful men a venue to explore our fantasies.
Church Camp 1
My name is Father John. I am a bishop in the Lutheran Church in the mid-west. Before I became a bishop, I was a priest in several major metropolitan cities in the US. In all of them I sexually preyed on pre-teen and early teen boys. It was so easy, and there was basically little to no oversight by the Church to detect predators like me, or if a priest was discovered, it was kept secret, and little discipline was given to the priest beyond transferring him to a different church in a different city or town. I was already married with one son when I started this shameful behavior. I was confused and deeply ashamed, but I could not stop myself from doing it. The sexual urge was so intense and strong that I simply could not control it. There was a reason why.
I grew up in Boston and attended the Catholic Church because my parents did. I was a very good boy, eager to please elders like school teachers, coaches, Sunday school teachers and priests. At age eight, I became an altar boy and took my duties very seriously. My family was very proud of me and so I eagerly tried to please the priest in my church. At that age, I had not even begun to feel or understand my sexuality. That would change. I was small and skinny for my age, with curly blond hair, and had a sweet personality and voice.
The priest was very nice to me, praised me for my good work and became my idol. I knew that my future would be becoming a Catholic priest. My parents encouraged me in this goal. I had no idea that Father Charles was “grooming” me, nor did I have any idea what that term meant. Looking back, I can see it very clearly, each thing he did to make me fonder of him and eager to please him. He touched me in a loving, non-sexual way. I liked it and didn’t complain. It seemed right.
Father Charles was a patient priest; he groomed me until I was 11 and a half years old before he started getting more familiar with me physically. It always happened when we were alone. He would squeeze my shoulders and arms, and hug me to him. I liked it. My idol was showing me affection and I was trying to show affection back to him. One day he found his opening.
One of the altar boys who was a mean bully had teased me terribly, called me a queer, and pushed me over and kicked me. I started sobbing and shaking in fear and humiliation. Just then Father Charles came on the scene. He screamed at the bully altar boy and told him he would no longer be able to serve, and dismissed him. Strangely, the bully started sobbing and begged the priest to let him continue, to no avail. I was still sobbing and shaking.
Father Charles bent down a picked me up in his arms, pulled my head into his chest, and said, Billy, it’s OK, that boy was evil and you are such a good boy, you did not deserve such treatment!”
Feeling him soothing me, and rubbing me made me feel so safe and loved. Just how he wanted me to feel. He took me to his office and sat me down on a couch with him beside me and his arms around me and started rubbing my shoulders and chest.
I was still crying. He bent over and kissed me on the forehead, saying “Billy, don’t cry my sweet boy, I am here with you and no one will hurt you ever when you are with me.”
I started calming down as he continued to say sweet things to me and rub my body. He started rubbing my nipples under my garments and although it felt weird, my nipples tingled and felt good. I had started getting erections recently and had no idea what was happening to my little dick, but it felt so good to touch and rub it until it got hard. I didn’t know yet about masturbation so I had not experienced a dry orgasm yet.
I could feel my dick getting harder. I was so embarrassed and ashamed. My cheeks were burning, turning pink, and my breathing was getting faster. Father Charles, of course, understood exactly what was happening. He started kissing my cheeks, neck and ears which only made me harder.
I thought it was a strange but he was my idol and he was comforting me and making me feel good, so I did nothing to stop him. He started massaging my stomach, getting closer and closer to my dick, while licking my neck.
I said “Father, what are you doing?” He said, “Billy, my son, I am just trying to provide you with some comfort after your horrible experience. Don’t worry, it’s perfectly natural.”
“OK, Father, I said.”
Then he put one finger on top of my pants right on my bulging dick, and started rubbing the head. I was shocked and moaned loudly! The pleasure was surging through me like nothing I’d ever felt. I just knew I didn’t want him to stop. He didn’t intend to.
He said, “Billy, look at me.” I did. I saw the most beautiful, blue loving eyes devouring my eyes. He said, “Billy, do you know anything about sex?”
I was nervous and embarrassed, I’d heard the older altar boys talking about sex but it was all still very mysterious to me.
I said, “Not much Father.” He said, “that’s OK Billy, for thousands of years, older men like me have taught young boys like you about sex. It’s perfectly natural. There is no sin or shame in it, trust me. The boys are always grateful to the older men for introducing them to such intense pleasure. Would you like me to teach you son?”
Looking in his loving eyes, I said, “Yes Father. He said, “Follow me Billy”, took my hand and led me to his bed room. There, while we were standing, he said, “Billy, I’m going to kiss you now. Watch my eyes as our lips start moving toward each other, and when they lightly touch, I want you to close your eyes, open your mouth and let your tongue dance with mine.”
I said, “Father, I don’t understand.”
He said, “don’t worry my son, you will.”
So, he started moving his lips down to mine, staring in my eyes with love and lust — which I didn’t know about yet — I kept my eyes locked on his eyes and when our lips touched, I opened my mouth as he had told me to do.
He stuck his tongue in my mouth, found my tongue, and started licking and sucking it while he rubbed me all over. He even put his hands on my two small butt cheeks and started squeezing them. He also resumed rubbing my throbbing little dick. I was overwhelmed with passion, emotion and sexual desire. We kept kissing deep and wet and I was starting to get the hang of it. It felt wonderful.
He started unbuttoning my shirt while all this was going on and removed it from my body together with my white t-shirt. He started rubbing my little nipples with his fingers and they started getting hard. He slowly pulled his tongue out of my mouth, licked my neck and upper chest and then started licking my little hard nipples and nibbling them gently with his teeth.
This new sensation thrilled me with pleasure and I started rubbing my hands through his hair. He licked down to my belly button and started licking it. That too made me harder and hotter. While gazing in my eyes, he fell to his knees and unbuckled my belt and pulled down the zipper. It was like a dream, I was shaking and moaning and feeling my dick throb. Father Charles then untied my shoes and removed them, then took my socks off, and then pulled my pants down to my ankles.
He said, “lift your foot son so I can take your socks off.”
I did and he removed both of them and started sucking my toes. Wow!, I didn’t know what to think; it looked very strange but felt very good. I watched in amazement! Then he reached up, put his thumbs in the waistband of my small white briefs and lowered them to my ankles, lifted each foot and removed my underwear. I was standing stark naked in front of my idol. I felt no shame; all I felt was love and affection coming from Father Charles to me and I adored it.
My little dick, all two inches of it, was standing straight up, parallel to my stomach. He raised his mouth while locked into my eyes and licked the head of my dick, round and around the top. It sent electric shocks through my entire body. Again, I moaned and gasped loudly. Then he started licking my dick from the top to the bottom and did it over and over. When he reached the head, he licked it round and round. I was mesmerized, completely taken over by passion, lust and sin, even though I didn’t know what all that meant.
Father Charles started a rhythm sucking my dick and my little marble-sized balls at the same time. He was rubbing my butt cheeks, spreading them, and started rubbing my little hole with his index finger while he sucked me. The vibrations washing over me were overwhelming. He then took my dick out of his mouth, put his finger in it, and started getting it very wet.
Then he resumed rubbing my little hole with his wet finger and started again sucking my dick and balls with renewed enthusiasm! I began to feel a strange pressure building up around my dick, moving up into my stomach, and then to my lungs, and my breathing started getting heavier.
“YES! I cried, Father Charles, please don’t stop!”
He was an expert at what he was doing and his whole purpose was to drive me to a huge, dry, first-time orgasm, so there was no chance he would stop until he had what he craved. Then he knew he would have me. Soon, my body tensed, turned rigid, my head and face felt very hot, and I started sweating and shaking. A little at first, but the shaking got stronger, and my body felt like electricity was surging through it.
I screamed, and had my first orgasm — the first of thousands to come — it’s still the best one I remember. I was moaning loudly and he put his hand over my mouth to stifle the noise. He rose up, pulled me into his chest with my face cheeks on it, carried me to the bed, and we fell into each other with such tenderness while my orgasm slowly subsided.
He said, “Billy, take long, slow, deep breaths until you can’t hold any more air, hold it for three seconds, and then blow it out very slowly through your nose. The great feeling you are feeling will last longer.”
I did exactly as he said, and the orgasm did last longer. I was purring like a kitten.
[This breathing exercise was a lesson I remembered and employed on all my boys. It always works.]
Father Charles held me lovingly, whispered sweet things in my ear, while he licked inside it, and rubbed my body gently as I came down from my euphoric high. I’d never felt this good, this loved, before, and I hung onto my orgasm as long as I could.
When he saw I was back down to normal, he said: “Billy, did you love what we just did?”
“Yes!” I cried, “it was wonderful!”
He said, “Billy, do you feel ashamed about what we did?”
“No, Father,” I said, “Nothing that felt that good could possibly be shameful.”
“Yes, that’s right Billy,” he said, “Don’t ever feel ashamed of what we are doing. We are only giving love and pleasure to each other and that is good. God wants us to experience love and to give pleasure to one another.”
And, I bought it hook, line and sinker!
THE END OF CHAPTER ONE