It was the first time that I knowingly had sex with a Catholic priest. I was in my middle 50’s and still working in the corporate world. I had a handful of staff members in San Jose and traveled from New York to meet with them every other month. It didn’t take me long to discover that San Jose had a fantastic gay bath in the middle of town.
The Waterworks was the nicest gathering place for gay and bisexual men that I had ever visited. There was a wonderful pool and jacuzzi with a true exercise area. Plants and comfortable seats were placed throughout the venue. The men that I encountered there were uniformly in good physical shape and pleasant. I sensed that Californians took better care of their bodies than people in the middle sections of the US. I always went in the evening after I was done with work.
On one of those relaxing and stimulating evenings, I was walking through the dimly lit maze of rooms with just a white towel wrapped around my naked body. When I noted a good looking small framed man lounging naked on a mattress in one of the rooms, I stopped. He had short dark hair and appeared to be in his middle 30’s. I was certain that my cock was bulging somewhat pushing out the towel. We made eye contact and assessed each other. He motioned for me to come join him and I closed the door to the room behind me.
I flipped my towel over my shoulder and became almost as naked as he. He moved to a sitting position on the small mattress and reached out a hand to gently caress my naked cock. He noted that it was starting to extend and said, “Good.” He cupped my balls and slipped a warm mouth over the head of my shaft which felt great. He took the rest of my dick into his mouth and I began to achieve a full erection quickly. I rubbed the soft dark hair on his head and noted that it was also slightly curly which made me wonder if he were Italian.
Mickey was gentle and sensual in his approach which I found very stimulating. He began to suck me with more intensity and sensed that he might make me orgasm which was too soon since I had only recently arrived at the baths. I made him back off and took a seat on the mattress next to him. His own cock was small and not aroused. “It’s too soon for me and you’re too good at sucking cock.” “And you’re so tasty. I want more of you. Are you here for a while?” “Yes, I’ll use the pool and other areas, but return so that you can finish what you’ve begun.” “Let me have a little more before you go,” he requested and I relented as Mickey bent over to take my still hard cock back into his mouth for a couple of minutes. I had to make him desist again which he did. Mickey didn’t seem to have interest in any other parts of my body beyond the genitalia. Perhaps he was like some men who were just laser focused and restricted themselves from other elements like kissing which might be determined as too gay.
I enjoyed the pool and jacuzzi and cruised the other areas of the baths, but it was a quiet evening with just a few men and I didn’t interact with anyone else. After about thirty minutes, I returned to Mickey who was still in the room where I had left him. He smiled broadly and welcomed me back with wide open arms. I removed my towel and he hungrily took my cock into his warm mouth. He was actively eager this time and showed no patience, wanting to receive my load. But then he suddenly stopped and asked, “Are you alone tonight?” I informed him that I was on a business trip and staying at a nearby hotel for the night but had to be back in the office in the morning.
“Would you like to come to my place for the night?” he offered. I was very taken aback by the situation which was new to me. I had never gone home with anyone from a gay bath although I had from bars. I didn’t sense any danger but felt that here was an adventure unlike any I had had before. I asked where he lived and he informed me that he lived in Santa Cruz which was about thirty minutes away at the ocean. This was another plus in that I had wanted to see Santa Cruz but just never had and here was my opportunity.
I accepted the offer and he said, “There’s just one thing you should know. I’m a priest and I’m staying in a small apartment by myself, so it will be private.” The new information totally surprised me but didn’t lead me to change my mind. I knew that there were gay priests and in my years as an altar boy I was certain that I encountered gay priests, but I had never been physical with one before. Here he was naked and sucking on my cock. I thanked him for his honesty and let him know that it didn’t affect my choice to spend the night with him. His happiness increased again and he became excited to depart.
We took the winding road through the beautiful mountains as early evening settled in. It was dark by the time we arrived at his apartment complex which was almost like a motel with its two story simple brick structure with entrances on the outside. When we entered his space, I observed that it was simply furnished which completed that sense of a two star motel except for the two visible religious items. There was a small crucifix on the wall to the bedroom and a small ceramic statue of Mary on the dresser. The apartment was clean and he was not dangerous. It would be fine.
Mickey encouraged me to get naked and into the bed while he lit candles. The room took on the soft glow from the candlelight without any additional light source. He made certain that the window shades were pulled and that there was complete privacy. It didn’t seem that he was paranoid but was shielding his work life from his personal life. I was also careful during my married life to keep my exploration with men far from where I lived. I even restricted emotional attachment since I was deeply in love with my wife. I had no need for an additional emotional or romantic life and perhaps it was the same with Mickey. Was he in love with his work life? Often nuns and priests declared themselves married to God.
Mickey got naked quickly and lay down supine, nestling himself between my runner’s legs. He began by licking the smooth balls and getting that area very wet. He licked his way up my cock a few times before slipping the engorged head into his warm mouth. He felt just as good at home as he had at the baths. My cock quickly responded to its full size and he took all of me to the back of his throat. He licked and sucked very slowly, knowing that I was going to be there for the night and no rushing was required. I was certain that he had been with married men who were on the clock for work or home, but I was single and he could just indulge himself to his body’s content.
I relaxed as he worked my shaft and sunk deeper into the soft mattress. Mickey began a faster and more intense pace in response and I found my legs hardening to the same status as my cock. He paid attention to what really stimulated me and adjusted his technique to enhance my pleasure. That seemed to be his primary interest. He focused on the head of my cock and I could tell that there was precum seeking to be his. “Your cock’s so wonderful. I just want to eat you all night.” He expressed his intent before hurrying back to put my cock in his mouth.
I held out as long as I could, but the intense attention to my hard on was guaranteed to make me cum. The balls tightened along with my ass cheeks and I pushed a huge load deep into the waiting throat. He eagerly and happily took all that I gave and kept sucking to get more. Mickey was insatiable. He kept my dick in his mouth as I began to soften and my body relaxed again into the mattress. It was a full orgasm that completely emptied my balls.
As can happen after orgasm, I drifted off into a peaceful dreamland and likely made the usual soft snoring sounds. I’d been told by others that I smile in my sleep and I was quite certain that I was smiling after receiving such attentiveness from my new priest friend. I didn’t know how long I remained in my dream state, but I awoke to find Mickey still between my legs and working the shaft with his mouth. “Hello. I want to keep sucking on your great cock.” I could feel that I was engorging again and was of the opinion that he might be able to get a second load from me.
The intensity of the sucking was there from the beginning this time and I sensed that Mickey was determined to get more cum in his mouth. He sucked hard and deep without any breaks for air or rest. Nonetheless, it was not until thirty minutes later that I knew he was about to get what he was seeking. I felt the balls reloading and my legs tightening. I was certain that he noted these changes as well and continued the deep cock sucking attention. I let out a low grunting sound as I filled the needy mouth again with my body’s juices. I arched my back and pushed the shaft to the back of his throat while clutching the bedsheets. Mickey took all that I had to give and swallowed fully, licking his lips and my cock to get the last bits. There was no escaping sleep after this effort and my body gave itself over to a fully relaxed state.
I awoke to the sounds of birds outside the window. It was morning, but it was not possible for morning light to slip into the room due to the shades. Mickey was again between my legs, fondling my cock. “Good morning,” came with a smile in the voice. I didn’t know if he slept or if he had stayed between my legs for the entirety of the night. He began to lick my balls while gently stroking my dick. I felt some engorging taking place and he slipped the head of my cock into the warm mouth for another round.
“I don’t think I have more.” “That’s OK. I just want to feel you in my mouth as much as I can.” Mickey returned to taking my cock in his mouth. He was less intense than during the night, but was still persistent in working my dick even when it didn’t really get hard. I was perhaps halfway engorged and that seemed to be sufficient to meet his needs.
After about twenty minutes of being sucked, I declared that I needed to get ready for work. Mickey directed me to the shower but stayed naked and lay on the bed while I freshened myself. His cock was still flaccid. I put on the clothes that I had worn the day before. The plan was to make a quick stop at my hotel to shave and put on fresh attire. No one at work would be the wiser for my night of sexual attention.
Mickey remained naked on the bed as I expressed my gratitude for his services. He didn’t escort me to the door and didn’t seem to want or need any human touch in return. “Hope to taste you again,” he offered as I made my way to the exit. I thought how disengaging it was to have so much sexual attention and simultaneously so little caring human touch from a man of the cloth. We all have needs and make our choices. If not for the religious items, I would never have had any clue that he was a priest. It made no difference in my experience although I knew that for some this was a fetish or a conquest issue.