Padre

by: flap jack ash

It's my first time to write a story here, though I have been reading stories in this site since it was established. Some of the stories were really awesome… and I hope I could say the same with mine. I am Ash, 20 years old currently in the US for my degree, though I have spent my most of my life going to and fro the Philippines. My family is from Bacolod, one of the most affluent families but I would rather keep my low profile… and besides, we're based here in Manila and Papa is from Pampanga, where his business is based so it would be wise to just stay in the capital. Well, as for me, let me just give you a glimpse… am a tad short, at around 5'7", Hispanic looking due to my ancestry with brown, deep set eyes… fair skinned, hairy… with disarming smile. I have been educated to be a good Catholic both at home and in school. I have been in different prominent schools shaping my young mind… I have stayed with the Benedictines, the Jesuits, and the Dominicans in the entire duration of my education in the Philippines… But little do they know that inside the walls of these schools… I will find the real me. I have been gay all my life but I kept my silence… it would be a great shame to my family to know that their beloved son, the shameless favourite of the clan is gay. I have different experiences with vast men. I maybe young but I compensate for it with my experience. I have slept with men, women, young, old… and this story is special to me, this story is the first time that I ever had sex. Real sex. Real fucking, sex with a man… I was young and stupid. At the tender age of 13, this happened… We were parishioners of one of the biggest congregations in Manila, and were known to give hefty donations and every now and then, the priests drop by our place for private homilies, blessings, chats, or anything under the sun. Then one fateful morning, I went to the visita to go and say my prayers… then I heard a voice. 'Hijo, it's so nice to see you here.' Padre Nino (not his true name) 'Padre…' I responded The light that filtered into the stained glass windows of the cathedral struck him. That time he was 29, built like a sturdy wall. Arms so powerful and feels so strong, with chest and shoulders so wide… at 5'8" he seemed a tower to a boy of 13 at 5", skinny, innocent… That was the first time I saw him in that kind of light… a typical mestizo from a de Buena familia… fair skinned, hairy, aquiline nose… but what disarmed me the most was his eyes… green eyes… eyes that I couldn't get out of my thoughts. During the summer vacation, I joined the parish choir. I wanted to be near him. To smile at him, to smell the fragrance of his aftershave… to hear the laughter which tortures me with ecstasy. When ever he says mass I just stare at those lips of his… red… like the apple that tempted Eve. I wanted him. I desired for him. I will do anything for him. I keep going to the visita ever so often, just to have a glimpse of his face. His smile that intoxicates me… those gleaming white teeth… and damn those dimples of him. I maybe young, but I knew then and there that my longing was not out of lust. It was out of love. 'My child, is there something bothering you?' I looked up. Saw his angelic face and replied: 'No, Padre. Why do you ask?' my timid voice said, hiding my excitement 'I see. Because this is the fourth time you visited this week' he said smiling 'am I bothering you, Padre?' I asked, worried. Afraid. 'no, not at all… would you like to join me for coffee afterwards?' he asked 'definitely Padre…' I replied, with heart pounding… this is it! I will be with him alone… I thought to myself… Manang served us coffee in the rectory together with the ensaimada, he said he went to his family in Bulacan yesterday and he remembered me so he asked Manang to bring the sweets. 'How did you know I love sweets?' I asked, smiling 'well, after the several dinners your Mama have hosted for me, I knew bits of you' he replied while sipping his coffee 'thank you, Padre. It is so nice of you' 'do you have allergies? Why are you so red?' he asked I looked into the mirror… I was flushing red! I am here, in front of the priest whom I love!!! 'oh, no Padre. It's just so hot in here…' my quick response 'my room has air conditioning and the library is inside there, let me read for you…' 'that's so gracious of you Padre… but…' 'but what?' sounding disappointed 'I need to go to confession' 'we can go there inside, the visita's confession would be too hot for you' Before I could say anything, He has already called Manang to fetch his abito and then clear the coffee table at the salas… When we went inside his room, my eyes wandered. There was his picture together with his family, some of his hobby materials (he likes model cars), and piles and piles of books together with the images scattered al over the place. Instead of a confession, it seemed more of an interview. I knew that he's the youngest of all four children, that he was a school bully before, and that he had a girlfriend once… Then my mind became more curious and became more daring and asked: 'Padre, have you ever had sex?' and I almost wished the floor opened and swallowed me whole… but then he just laughed. And I felt at ease and laughed together with him. I then dismissed my question as silly and we continued laughing… and then: 'yes I had. Long ago.' He responded 'How was it?' I continued 'what do you know about it?' he asked 'that it is the source of the miracle of life' I answered (how embarrassing…) 'you are smart, your Mama was right' he replied 'about what Padre?' I pried 'before I answer that stop calling me Padre. Call me Nino' he said while he removed his abito I then looked at him. He smiled back. And with a whirl, I went up to him, helped him with his abito and folded it… but I was surprised when he put his hands around my waists, I was about to turn around when he kissed my nape… 'Padre…' Then he continued to kiss me until I gave him my lips. His lips tasted sweet with the after coffee mints that we had. My hands found his chest. I caressed it with my small hands, embracing the clergy into my arms. He then lifted me up, I sat on top of the large narra table while we continue to kiss… he was stripping his sutana and I helped him and by instinct I fondled his chest… powerful, muscular, hairy chest. Hairy, manly chest with the most delicate pink nipples… I kissed his neck; chewed on his chin… he's growing some stubbles which really tickled my tongue… I then proceeded to his nipples… so divine! Gently biting, licking each one of them, while he breathed into my ears licking its lobes which drive me into insanity… I then removed my shirt. He was like a possessed man when he saw my unadulterated body… my creamy white, hairless chest with nipples the colour of fresh meat… one after the other he bit, licked, kissed… which for me seemed as an eternity… he then proceeded and removed his pants and I undid mine… my mouth gaped with what I saw 'Nino…' those were the only words that escaped my mouth His manhood was enormous! Nothing has prepared me for what I saw. It was pinkish, seemed sun kissed… its hair fine, straight… not wiry… its shaft hanging half way to his thighs… and the head. The damned head, the bulbous meat crowning his glorious manhood; Red, engorged with blood, as big as a light bulb. And his balls, how can I forget that sac? Low hanging, smooth… each almost as big as pigeon's eggs. He then approached me, like a tiger to his prey; kissed me senseless and then I let out a word: 'Santissima' he then looked at me, grinned… kissed me yet again. He carried me to the bed, conscious that his weight may crush me, he was on top of me but his arms were supporting him… 'I have loved you the first time I laid eyes on you…' He then stopped. Looked into my eyes, pressed a long, loving kiss into my lips… 'ikaw lang ang minahal ko ng ganito, kahit sa malayo hindi ka mawala sa aking isip' ang pari… ang pari na aking pinag kukumpisalan sa tuwing araw ng Linggo, ang pari na nag aabot sa akin ng Hostia, ang paring ito na aking minahal ng lihim… 'ginagawa natin ito hindi dahil sa ito'y tawag ng laman ngunit dahil sa pag-ibig…' Nawalan ako ng hininga… bumilis ang pintig ng aking puso… ang taong aking minahal ay tunay din kong mahal. Ang bawat masuyong halik ay lalong tumamis, ang bawat dampi ng kanyang palad ay lalong uminit sa aking musmos na katawan… Hindi na siya nakapag pigil pa… 'Ikaw ay akin lamang… at ako'y sa iyo' 'iyong iyo...' Itinaas niya ang dalawa kong hita, pumagitna at hinalikan ang anking lagusan… dinilaan, sinipsip… pinasok ang kanyang dila… parang mawawalan ako ng hininga sa kanyang ginagawa… ipinasok ang isang daliri. Napaigtad ako sa sakit… 'Mahapdi…' 'sandali lang ito…' ang kanyang pagsusumamo Lalo niyang dinilaan hanggang sa maging madulas… pinasok pa ang isang daliri na nagdulot ng kakaibang sarap… Umahon siya, hinalikan ako… itninaas muli ng kanyang mga bisig ang aking mga hita. Dumura at ikinalat niya ito sa kanyang pagkalalaki… dumura siyang muli at ikinalat sa aking lagusan… bago ang lahat, siniil nya ako ng isang halik. Mapusok, matamis… 'akin ka lang' kanyang masuyong bulong… na sinabayan nya ng ulos… tinakpan nya ang aking bibig… napasigaw ako sa tindi ng kirot. Napunit ang laman ng aking lagusan. Sadyang malaki and kanyang kargada… umiiyak ako sa sakit. Nawala ang kaamuhan sa kanyang mukha… patuloy ang pag taki niya sa aking bibig habang ang aking kamay ay patuloy na bumabaon sa kanyang likod… 'Mahal na mahal kita' sabi niya Ngunit patuloy ang aking pagluha… tinanggal niya ang kanyang kamay at pinalitan ito ng kaniyang halik… habang tumatagal ang pag ulos, ay nawawala ang hapdi…unti unti itong sumasarap. Hugot… baon… hugot… ikot… baon… Pabilis ng pabilis… umiindayog ang aking murang katawan upang salubungin ang bawat pag ulos na labis nyang ikinaligaya… 'mahal ko, malapit na ako. Huwag kang mag alala, pag nabuntis ka ako ang ama!' halong kasabikan at sarap… 'ayan na…' sumabog sa aking kaibuturan ang kanyang masaganang katas… umagos mula sa aking lagusan tungo sa kanyang mga binti… Niyakap niya ako, kinulong sa kanyang bisig… ngunit bigla siyang natulala… 'huwag kang gagalaw…' ang sabi niya. Nakita ko ang bugo na umagos sa covre cama na aking ikinabahala… marami. Ang aking butas, mahapdi. Makirot. Pumipintig. Umiiyak ako ng bumalik siya, dala ang lavacara, mligamgam na tubig at betadine. Pinahid niya ang aking luha, masuyong hinalikan. Pinunasan niya ang aking likuran, ginamot. 'I didn't imagine this would happen' he said 'am a virgin and you have an enormous manhood, what do you expect?' I replied Hinalikan nya akong muli… nagbihis at kumuha ng gamot, 'mahal ko, inumin mo para mawala ang sakit' ngayon ay polong puti ang suot nya. Sadyang guapo ang mahal ko na kahit sa gitna ng sakit ay hindi ko mapigilan ang tumitig sa kanya. Binihisan niya ako ng parang sanggol pag katapos niya gamutin ang aking butas… 'Mahal na mahal kita' sabay halik sa akin at tinawag si Manang upang ipahatid kami sa aming driver na namamahinga sa kotse. Kinabukasan, araw ng visita, nag paalam siya sa mga parokyano. Siya daw ay malilipat na sa Bulacan. Nataranta ako. Hindi ko alam ang aking gagawin. Pagkatapos ng ceremonia ay tumungo ako sa rectory, tinanong siya: 'you're leaving me? I thought you loved me?' I was asking him in tears 'I am not being transferred, aalis na ako sa pag-papari' 'Bakit?' tanong ko… 'Dahil natagpuan na kita' Hinalikan nya ako ng mariin… niyakap ko siya ng mahigpit… 'Paano ka na?' 'May negosyo ang Papa at alam na niya ang aking desisyon. Sang-ayon siya na malagi ako dito sa Maynila.' Our relationship started here. We lasted for five years, until we had to end it for his father's dying wish… for him to be married… our hearts broke but he had to abide, and I had to let him go… the pain nagged me for months and months… We are still friends until now though, and we meet from time to time… it hasn't been long after we shared each other and whenever he finds out that I am taking a new lover, he never fails to get mad… I joke him at times, saying: 'well, Father, I wish to confess' And his lips would break into a smile, and if no one's around, he would kiss me… the same, sweet, tender kiss back when I was 13…