When I graduated from a public Jr. High
about 12 years ago, I decided that I wanted to attend a local all-boy's
high school, because at the time I had a very intense interest in
becoming a priest in the Roman Catholic church, and this was a Catholic
school well know for being an excellent prep school for future
seminarians...not that they only turned out priests, mind you. Anyway,
my local parish church offered to pay my way, and I went. I was 15
years old, very innocent, and very naive.
My first day at the school, I somehow
captured the attention of a certain priest, who stopped and talked to
me at length. He was very warm and sweet to me, and I needed the
positive attention he was giving me because I was feeling very
insecure. He was handsome and young-looking for his age, and though I
can't say I was attracted to him, I did feel him drawing me to him,
charming me in a way I had never yet experienced. He was the prior of a
seminary near where I lived, and he offered to give me rides to school
from then on, so I wouldn't have to take the bus. At this point, I
suspected nothing, not realizing that even a "man of the cloth" could
be capable of ulterior motives. As time passed, "Father" and I became
very close friends. He often invited me to the seminary to have supper,
after which we would go to his private room and we would talk or he'd
help me with my homework (I needed the help...I was carrying 7 solids
that semester!). After a while, he very carefully developed a physical
neutrality between us...he thought nothing of reaching out and touching
me on the arm, the neck, the back, the chest...he'd even pat my flat,
hard little tummy and rub it, and chuckle.
He eventually began hugging me...not little innocent hugs, but
long, meaningful ones that I had never had from my father; I didn't understand
what was happening, and I wasn't sure it was "right", but I liked it. Throughout
Jr. High I had gradually come to a subliminal realization that I was gay, though
at the time I don't think I attached that label to it. I remember having watched
all my friends take off their clothes in the locker before and after Gym class,
and lusting after them passionately all the while wondering why I felt that way,
yet never questioning it. It is therefore little wonder to me that I enjoyed
"Father's" advances...they were what I had been wanting all along. At any rate,
our meetings became more frequent when I began to work at the church adjoining
the seminary shortly thereafter. I was going over to see "Father" about every
other night, and his embraces and touches were becoming more and more intense.
One night, he laid me down on his bed with him and he slowly worked a hand down
the front of my pants. I got so hard I thought I would explode, and it felt so
damned gooooood!...but I was scared to death too! The conflicting emotions
battled in my head while he kissed me and helod me in his arms for hours.
Finally, he opened my pants, and started to try to pull them off. I don't
remember what I was feeling as he started to do this, but I remember him looking
at me, and then getting a sweet, compassionate look on his face...and then
without saying anything, he fastened my pants again and just held me for a
while. What a look I must have had on my face! I felt relieved. The pressure was
off, and I was safe again in his arms. I am to this day thankful that he did not
press his advantage at that time, because I know now I was not ready, and he, in
his wisdom, realized that. On my way home on my bicycle that night, I resolved
that no matter what "Father" wanted to do with me, the next time we got
together, I would let him have his way. I tingled with anticipation. A few
nights later, I went to the seminary knowing that I would leave there a
different person.
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