"El Hermano Amado"

I fell into a Catholic Jesuit orphanage at 12... A monastery for initiated priests inside. At first, I thought I was going to die in that men's convent... Just discovered the prohibited adult pleasure and sex, my father left me in the care of the priests who I believed were celibate and chaste.Among all the future curates, brother Amado, servant of God and in charge of the seminary's kitchen, chose me as his assistant; I had to accept unwillingly.I poorly predisposed to be among saints hadn't paid attention to the crotch of any.

The old man, skilled pedophile, realized my sexual inclination and took me to the kitchen and basement of his old monastery which he owned and ruled, was the only one with keys to an exit through the kitchen where suppliers, workers...A Holy Thursday we had to lock ourselves in the kitchen alone until Saturday of glory... After a couple of hours of that spiritual retreat where the only thing you could do was pray or whisper, I confessed my sexual experiences to Father... The little friar looked uncomfortable and troubled. - Would you like to look at me naked? - he asked timidly. - Yes... - I replied without hesitation... The little brother opened his cassock and let a thick, heavy, enormous, and headstrong cock fall with a long and tasty foreskin. I stretched out my hand and grabbed the cock, weighing the weight of those adult genitals at my disposal... I wouldn't give two cents for the fake saint and he was peeling off an enormous and blessed cock, little used but full of desire.The six months I spent in my internship, I passed feeling loved by that bold, hot, and enormous adult who supported my head with his cock boiling between my legs and dripped warm semen on me, telling me into my ear how tasty it felt to possess me. I felt loved by the priest.