But I knew where it was going, and so did he. We talked openly, and he told me of his prior experiences, which were really, really hot. He had been having man to man sex since he was young, and had actually joined the church "because a priest who had seduced me told me of the opportunities the Church provided." Then, one evening, as he was describing how, at the Seminary, one of the priests had taken him in his office, he had simply moved over, I didn't move, and he grasped my cock. He masturbated me, and, after a few minutes, I did the same to him.

When he came, I could feel his semen shooting along the bottom of his dick, feel his cock expand, shoot, expand again. It was incredibly hot. The following week, he performed oral sex on me. He had convinced me to completely strip, and his hands roamed all over me as he knelt between my legs and engulphed my prick. He was very, very good at sucking cock. And his hands were on my legs, my inner thighs, under my buttocks, and then at my asshole. He didn't penetrate me that evening, but he did rub it, press against it. He swallowed every drop when I came. Then, had stood and standing right in front of me had jerked himself off all over me. He had asked if he could, and I had agreed. After all, he had just given me one hell of a blowjob.

The next week, he had stripped all the way too. As I had suspected, he was soft, quite a belly, and nice, soft titties. He told me loved to have his nipples played with, they were thick, long, and taught me that I did too. I sucked him that night, and though I didn't swallow all of his cum, I did let him shoot the first jet into my mouth. And that night, I took him in the ass. It was a natural progression, and when, after he had shot in my mouth, then all over my chest and back, he had turned around leaning on the sofa. His plump, soft ass was right in front of me. I knew what he wanted, his showing me the pictures had made it very, very clear that anal sex was what he really loved. And so I had grabbed his fat buttocks and spread them. His anus was slightly sunken, even then I recognized an asshole that had been fucked many, many times. It was brown, and he had no hair at all growing around it. I learned later he shaved it. He told me to spit on my cock, and I did, and then wiped spittle on his ass. And then I fucked him. He loved it, and so did I. He had a tight ass, though he must have been fucked hundreds and hundreds of times. He could squeeze so hard, I thought my prick would be cut in half. And he moved deliciously. It did not take long for me to shoot a load up him. Afterwards, we had talked more seriously. "We should have no inhibitions between us," he had said. And I had agreed. I was 18, and had a male sex toy.

We began to meet twice, even three times a week. I realized he was doing it with other guys as well, but that never bothered me and I never asked whom. Our meetings were about sex, and that was it. We tried pretty much everything,