tall, big. He comes to the urinal next to me and, for some reason, the partition that had been between the two urinals is now gone. He opens his pants and pulls out an enormous organ, HUGE. He looks at me, then down at my penis, which, of course, is much, much smaller than his. He smiles, then a strong stream of piss starts to shoot from his cock into the urinal." He looked at me, "too specific?" he asked me. I shook my head. "Well, I don't know what to do. I'm erect, can't piss and now I'm embarrassed, you know?" I nodded. It was embarrassing to be at a urinal and not able to piss. "The man finishes, shakes his big penis, but doesn't put it back in his pants. Instead, he looks at me, "you need help?" he asks. I shake my head, but it's clear he doesn't believe me. He reaches over and grabs me, you know?' I nod. He chuckled, "and the moment he touches me, I shoot. Then, when I turn around, it is a woman, not a man." He smiled at me. "Weird, huh?" I nodded. Talking about wet dreams had gotten me hot. I really didn't know what to think about Father Paul. I had some guy to guy experiences, with Ron for one, but didn't consider myself really gay. I left about twenty minutes later, wondering if Father Paul was a queer.

That night, though, while jerking off, I fantasized about Father Paul. I was the guy standing next to him, and I did more than just touch his penis. The next week, my buddy couldn't make it, and when I got to the church I found I was the only guy there. I really didn't care. Father Paul immediately began talking dreams again. "You know, one way not to have wet dreams is to masturbate." He looked at me, I was a blushing a bit, "it would relieve the sexual need, pressure."

We then discussed masturbation. I told him I didn't think Priests did that, but he assured me they did. He got me to tell him how many times a week I masturbated, and I lied. "Oh, you know, once or so." Again, this discussion had gotten me excited. I wondered what his cock looked like, what he looked like naked. I knew he would be soft, like a girl. When I tried to shift my stiff dick, it was uncomfortable, he noticed it. Looking back, I am sure he noticed when I had hardened the prior session also.

This time, though, he commented on my erection. I remember blushing like crazy. He had laughed, "Tory, this kind of talk gets everyone excited." He stood, then without warning, picked up his long, black shirt. He had a tent in his black pants. I also saw a darker spot, the son of a bitch was leaking pre-cum! And then I realized what was happening and got a bit scared. I realized Father Paul liked guys, was a "fag." But he acted as if it was the most normal thing in the world. He told me that when he was at the Seminary and got horny, he and some others would meet and masturbate. "It is completely normal, Tory." Of course, I knew it wasn't. I also knew that what I had done with Ron, my brothers, and that one teacher wasn't "normal" either. He asked me if I was embarrassed, and I admitted I was. "You've never masturbated with friends?"

I really