Submitted by
storyman last January 24th 2007, 02:01 AM
When I was in college, I "discovered" my sexual orientation, as if I didn't know that I liked guys, and despite being a "good" Catholic boy. One summer, home from college, I was cantoring for Masses at my church when a new priest arrived. His name was Father Paul, and from the minute I saw him, I had the hots for him. He was a young, good looking blond, and in black clerical garb, he became even hotter: his black pants showed his ass to perfection.
The first weekend I saw him, I