lever that big dick up my hole, but Father Paul took it with ease. I also fucked his hairy ass, though he didn't seem to have any desire to have Father Paul stick his tiny cock there. I came three times, in the three hours we were in that office. The old man came once, at the end, in my mouth. Father Paul came twice, once up my ass and once in the mouth of the man. It seems he loved Father Paul's cum. I never saw that man again, and Father Paul would never tell me who it was, but I suspected that if I traveled to Rome, I would have a good chance of seeing him.

I left Long Island and traveled for a year and a half. I settled in Virginia. When I went back to Long Island and asked about Father Paul, I was told he had been transferred to Detroit. I had no desire to go to Detroit, but knew that he was talking young men into doing things there, just as he had on the Island.