My parents brought me up as a good catholic, but when at nineteen I went to university I met atheists and began to doubt my faith. One day during a vacation I was back home with my parents and went with them to church. Our priest Father McGuire (name changed) asked me how things were going and I mentioned my doubts. He suggested I visited him one evening at his little flat annexed to the church building for a chat. I took him up on his offer. 

Fr. McGuire was a scholarly man in his mid-forties and I soon found he knew both his theology and most atheist authors very well. He had a convincing answer for every point I raised. We were sitting at the table in his cosy little lounge with books around us discussing some theological points. Then suddenly everything changed.  

“Let's talk about what really matters,” Fr. McGuire said out of the blue. “What’s the sex like at university?”  

As I sat there momentarily shocked Fr. McGuire rummaged in a briefcase and pulled out a bundle of magazines. I saw they were mostly old British porn magazines like the Fiesta, Mayfair, and Men Only in my dad’s secret stash but there were a few real hardcore foreign magazines. He dumped them on the table between us. I saw that among his magazines were some women’s panties. He opened a magazine at random and flicked to a full-page picture of a blonde girl not much older than me squatting on a rug nude but for red high heels with her knees spread as wide as she could get them and with the camera looking straight up between her spread thighs. Fr. McGuire flicked through more pictures of her in hot nude poses.  

“Are you getting lots of it from little beauties like that?”  

As I’ve written in my story “University Encounter” I hadn’t had much success with girls at university and I’d been getting boy-on-boy sexual satisfaction from my wank buddy Robert but I wasn’t going to tell Fr. McGuire that.  

“You’re up hard for her, aren’t you?” Fr. McGuire said. Needless to say by then my penis was straining up fully erect and he must have seen my jeans were bulging. “Why not get your cock out and jack one off over her?”  

As he spoke Fr. McGuire put his hand on my thigh. I didn’t say anything and as I sat there his hand slid slowly across my thigh till it was resting on the hard ridge of my erect penis. I was momentarily taken aback. But I was also suddenly excited. I’d been away from my university wank buddy for a couple of weeks and since I’d been back home I’d been on a diet of fairly tame porn and solo masturbation. What Fr. McGuire clearly had in mind looked like a nice bit of kink, and letting him watch me wank for him seemed a fair deal after what he’d shown me.  

I guessed he wasn’t really gay, not if he was into porn like that, just sexually frustrated like me. Being sworn to celibacy probably made it worse. I knew the feeling well from way back at my all-boys school. Aged eighteen coming on nineteen I’d been desperate for a girl, and girls were hard to come by. But I was surrounded by equally sex-mad boys my own age only too willing to explore their rampant young sexuality. Crammed in a school toilet cubicle with other boys with our school regulation grey briefs down and our erect young cocks in each other’s hands as we splashed fresh semen stains onto the cubicle walls, and naked with other boys in dormitories on school wanking over each other and hand jobbing each other we’d relieved our sexual frustrations.  

I felt myself being tempted. So instead of protesting, I spread my legs wide for Fr. McGuire’s exploring hand. He fumbled excitedly with my zip as he unzipped me. My briefs burst out of my open jeans bulging in a ridge over my straining penis. He ran his fingertip slowly along the ridge feeling the outline of my cock shaft and head.  

“Go on, get your cock out. We’re just guys together. You’ve let other boys see your cock haven’t you?”  

I certainly had. In fact, just a couple of weeks before I’d been masturbating naked astride my wank buddy Robert while he played with my balls but I wasn’t telling Fr. McGuire that. I stood up, dropped my trousers, and lifted my shirt. I was in briefs. At university, I wore tiny sexy thongs that barely covered my cock in the hope of getting lucky with girls, and Robert liked them too.

My mother didn’t know about them and on this occasion, I was just wearing ordinary high street store briefs. I stood there thrusting my hips forward with the thin taut cloth of my briefs bulging out in a huge cone over my hard-up cock. Because I left my briefs on I think Fr. McGuire thought I’d lost my nerve.  

“Don’t be shy,” he said, urging me to get my cock out. But far from losing my nerve, anticipating what I could see coming I wanted to excite him.  

“I thought you might like to pull my knickers down yourself Fr. McGuire,” I said, deliberately using the word “knickers” and thrusting my hips forward a bit more and doing a little wiggle.  

It was obviously exactly what he had in mind. He had a long feel of my penis, balls, and bum through the thin taut cloth of my briefs, then he pulled my briefs down round my thighs just below my balls. My hard-up cock bounced out fully erect and swung stiffly. I had nothing to be ashamed of down there, seven inches of hard muscle bending up so my big round deep pink cock head pointed up the ceiling, well-filled balls and a neat bush of dark brown pubic hair trimmed to a ring just round the base of my shaft.  

As I’d expected Fr. McGuire’s hand was instantly on my bum tickling me down my bum crack, between my legs under me and all over my cock and balls, having a good long feel, ruffling my pubes and gently stroking my stiff shaft. It had been a couple of weeks since Robert had played with my sex kit and I was getting the hardest most sensitive erection I’d had for ages. I struggled not to cum in Fr. McGuire’s hand. I decided it was time to take the initiative. 

“Can I take all my clothes off, Fr. McGuire,” I said trying to sound the innocent boy. “I like playing with myself with no clothes on, and I won’t get any cum on my clothes for mummy to find.”  

“You dirty little boy!” Fr. McGuire said with a big grin.  

I stripped completely naked for him. I felt a big erotic thrill.  

“Aren’t you going to show me your cock Fr. McGuire?” I asked. “I’ve never seen a grown man’s cock.” 

I didn’t tell him I’d seen plenty of boy’s cocks but he might have guessed by then. Fr. McGuire hardly needed to be asked and he quickly stripped naked too. I saw he was wearing tiny women’s panties in light blue satin edged with embroidery. They were not much more than a thong strap at the back and the little triangle of satin at the front was so small half his hard-up penis poked up above the top hem. He didn’t ask me to take them off him but quickly slipped them off himself.  

Though he was more than twice my age Fr. McGuire was quite fit and muscular with the kind of body that would turn a woman on. His penis was bigger than mine and much hairier but wasn’t sticking up as vertical as mine but poking out almost horizontally. Unlike my circumcised cock he was uncut and his big round cock head was out. We had a good long feel of each other’s sex kit which got his cock bending up and almost as stiff as mine. Then things turned even kinkier.  

“Go on, put these on and show yourself off like her,” Fr. McGuire said, handing me his worn panties and indicating a set of pictures of a girl in a magazine doing a striptease from little white schoolgirl style panties and sprawling nude in a school classroom.  

I got the idea. I put Fr. McGuire’s used panties on. My cock stuck out of them too with my balls showing at the sides. I posed for him like the girl in his porn pictures, pulled his panties aside to show my cock like she was showing her cunt, and slowly peeled them off. Like the girl in the pictures, I stood spread legged, squatted, and knelt wide-legged. I bent over sticking out my bum and sprawled naked over his chairs and couch.  

As I posed for him Fr. McGuire’s hands were all over me, feeling my cock through his panties, running his fingers along the thin thong strap in my bum crack to stroke my balls through them. Then when I’d peeled them off his hands were all over my naked body. He got close enough to me that his swinging erect penis brushed and poked my naked body again and again. I could tell he was deliberately letting his cock brush and poke my own sex kit.  

I was standing naked with one knee up on an upright chair in a pose that got my legs really wide and stuck out my erect cock in front of me. Fr. McGuire was playing with my body. Just for fun, I’d hung Fr. McGuire’s panties on my bending up cock and he was brushing them across my cock and balls and running them between my legs. I’d been doing that with panties borrowed from my mother’s or big sister’s laundry since I was sixteen imagining the soft feel of the cloth on my hard cock was a girl’s lips and tongue and I guessed Fr. McGuire was into that too.  

“Cum over my panties.” Fr. McGuire said and he took his panties off my cock and handed them to me.  

I was desperate to cum by the time Fr. McGuire’s hand smoothly transitioned from playing with my balls to wrapping loosely round my shaft. I braced myself for a wank. He moved to stand astride my leg with his hairy balls brushing my thigh and his cock head poking me. He caressed my bum and slid his hand under me between my legs to stroke my inner thighs, my groins, and my arse. I was already rock hard erect, but he knew how to use his hands like that to work my penis to the peak of erection stiffness and pleasure sensitivity.  

Then he began to jack me off. I could tell immediately he’d done it for guys before. He treated my shaft to full-length strokes, sliding his hand right up over my cock head and catching the base ridge of my cock head with his thumb and forefinger. He stood so close to me his own cock was poking my thigh. As he hand jobbed my cock with one hand his other hand played with my bum and between my legs.  

“Ooohhh! That’s so good!” I cried out still pretending I was an innocent boy and being hand jobbed was a new pleasure for me.  

Like he’d asked I held his satin panties stretched just in front of my penis and brushed them across my cock head. I guessed he could tell from my grunts, the way I involuntarily rammed my cock forward into his panties, and the way my cock must have suddenly hardened in his hand that I was about to shoot my load.

His hand eased off in the last moments, stroking my penis lightly just across the base ridge of my cock head, holding me for a moment on the agonising brink. At the same time, his other hand clutched my bum. I squealed like a girl as my cum rose and spurted. Fr. McGuire’s panties twitched as my load shot into them soaking the blue satin with semen.  

After I’d cum I stood there with my still half-erect cock sticking straight out, swinging and dripping semen onto his carpet.  

“Was that a good one?” Fr. McGuire asked.  

It certainly was. After weeks of just stroking one off myself, having one from a guy who knew what he was doing and knew just what boys liked, together with all this kink, was exquisite! I assumed he wanted a hand job so I reached out and wrapped my hand round his shaft to tug him off. He was rock hard ready for one. But Fr. McGuire had other ideas.  

“Will you do something dirty for me?” Fr. McGuire said.  

“What?” I asked. 

I was in the mood for almost anything. He selected a magazine and opened it at a set of pictures of a mature brunette woman. In one picture she was kneeling nude on a black leather couch with her bum toward us gleaming smoothly under the lights as she leaned forward against the back of the couch. Her legs were as wide as she could get them and her furry pussy was peeping out just below her bum cheeks. I could see it was a picture that turned Fr. McGuire on. She was looking at us over her shoulder and even apart from her naked body the look in her eyes was enough to turn any guy’s dick to steel.  

“Go on,” Fr. McGuire said, “Get on the couch like her. And stick your bum out”  

I did as I was told. Male anatomy being different to females I couldn’t get my legs as wide as hers but I did my best. “Lovely boy!” I heard Fr. McGuire say from behind me. He was instantly right behind me with his hands on the backs of my spread thighs, on my bum, and under me between my legs teasing my arse, cock, and balls like before. I could feel his cock head poking my bum cheeks and I looked guardedly at him over my shoulder wondering what he was going to do with his penis.  

“I want to wank over your sweet young arse,” he reassured me, running his hand over my bum cheeks.

At that age, I think my bum and thighs must have been almost as smooth as a girl’s. A moment later I felt his cock slide under me between my legs till his knob was poking my balls. I guessed he was savouring the feel of my soft inner thighs squeezing his shaft. He rubbed his hard cock back and forth between my thighs a couple of times like he was fucking a woman from behind. I felt his shaft slide back out then he was poking his soft cock head into my bum crack and his hand was gripping my thigh. I felt the rhythmic pat-patting of his hand against my bum as he tugged and stroked his penis, accompanied by his gasps of sex pleasure and grunts of “lovely boy.” His spare hand roamed over my thighs and bum and between my legs.

Fr. McGuire took ages masturbating. A couple of times the patting of his hand against my bum paused, I heard him groan and his cock head pushed hard between my bum cheeks. I guessed he was edging, easing off to hold himself on the brink of his cum. Then finally I felt his hand frantically patting my bum, his cock head shoving hard into my crack and his breathing getting fast. His hand gripped my thigh really hard, he let out a long deep half grunt, half growl and I felt his semen splash into my bum crack and over my arse and my balls.

Fr. McGuire staggered back from me but I stayed in place kneeling with my legs wide. A moment later I felt his hand on my bum and under me using the little blue panties to wipe his own semen off my body.

It was getting late and we left it at that. Fr. McGuire loaned me some theology books and also let me borrow some of his hardcore magazines. In the days until I met Fr. McGuire again for another chat I soaked my mother’s and sister’s panties plenty of times as I stroked my cock sore over those magazines. But I was certainly more than ready for my next meeting with Fr. McGuire!

So that’s how a few weeks of kinky straight/gay sex started between me and Fr. McGuire. Though we hand jobbed each other Fr. McGuire was principally into voyeur sex. He liked to watch me get naked and put girly panties on for him, then strip and do kinky poses for him. He especially liked it when I came wearing my mother’s or sister’s used panties. With me in some erotic pose, he liked to play with me, hand job me or masturbate over me covering me with semen.

Fr. McGuire has long since departed this life and gone to wherever priests like him go. But I’m still grateful to him for reassuring me in my faith, and even more for all the fun we had in an otherwise celibate vacation.