Alain, My Golden-Eyed Sinner

That particular year I had accepted an invitation from my ant for the first time since 6 or 7 years. She had always pestered me to pass my vacations at her place but I had always found a heap of excuses. One must say that she was truly peculiar: religious and catholic all the way to the end of her fingertips, I can’t say that I had lots of things in common with her...But I had really nothing else rounded up that year and, thinking about it, I told myself that her luxurious mansion with a pool and an immense park were actually worth a try.

I took off to her place in my somewhat beat up R5 on a late Wednesday afternoon.

The gates to her estate were wide open and I noticed how much all had changed since my last visit here. The trees and palms had doubled in size and all the massive rose bays were impressive...

I parked in front of the mansion and Bouboule, my aunt Nanette’s housekeeper, arrived almost at the same time. I called her by this name since I was very little only because everything on her was round. She flew at me and, hugging me tightly, exclaimed how much more handsome than she had imagined I had become, since the last time. She realized well that I was now 23 years old and not a kid anymore...

As far as she was concerned, she hadn’t changed a bit and her face, her cheeks, her stomach... all was still as round if not a little rounder...

- “Your aunt went out to have some tea...There is nobody here at the moment,” she said. “Ah...yes! I am wrong...there’s got to be that priest somewhere around here...”

- “A priest?”

- “You know your aunt! The day when there isn’t a bishop, a priest or I don’t know who around here, she’d be all depressed... This one, he seems to be on a kind of retreat... Well! He can do what he wants; it’s none of my business.”

- “Sacred Nadette,” I said laughing.

- “I’ve prepared the blue room for you,” continued Bouboule. “You remember it? The priest is just next-door...”

- “Oh, thanks for the neighbor! Well, I am not afraid to be contaminated...”

- “Still such an atheist? Bah... you’ll see this one is not unpleasant at all...”

I took my things upstairs and started a tour through the house. It was even more sumptuous than I remembered. There was even a hot tub and a sauna that weren’t there before. My aunt, catholic as she was, really deprived herself of nothing...

Aunt Nadette returned late that afternoon and insisted on repeating a hundred times at least how happy she was to have me and how she wanted me to have the best vacation ever...

The priest didn’t show until cocktail time. I had already forgotten all about him and, upon his entering the parlor, I was asking me for a moment who this could be.

While he stood in the doorframe, I was frozen in stupor by his beauty. What a face!

His forehead was high and open, his nose perfectly straight, and his mouth almost voluptuous in the very angular face. And eyes…! Green, I thought, as he was watching me calmly…

I literally groaned internally: To put such a guy in the abstinence and all those idiocies of the church was scandalous...

Nadette introduced him immediately: Father Alain. That’s who he was! For crying out loud!

He wore a white shirt and a gray anthracite pair of pants. A tiny silver cross was pinned to his shirt pocket…

- “Well Father,” asked Nadette, “your day?”

- “This is a heaven of peace,” he responded in a spellbinding voice, warm and rather grave. “I spent much time in meditation and prayer...”

- “Of course,” interrupted my aunt swiftly. “I am certain that you’ll find all you need here for your meditations.”

Good God, where was I!

Father Alain stared at me. His gaze was quite hypnotizing. Very bright and clear… one had the impression of loosing oneself completely in it. There were even sparks of gold in that incredible green of his eyes.

- “Your aunt told me that you are in computer graphics, is that right? I find it an extraordinary profession.”

- “You know what that is?” I answered a bit astounded. He laughed:

- “I may not be perfectly on top of the subject but I am very interested in the Internet for example.”

- “Certainly, using such a tool opens a lot of doors...”

- “I don’t master Flash yet but I get by with Logiciel. You know that one?”

I thought, I am going to fall over backwards. A priest who knows how to use the Internet, that’s already nuts but on top of it, he creates web sites!

“I am using that format a lot, yes...” I answered.

“Well, I have a thousand and one questions for you...”

My aunt interrupted our conversation swiftly. She had no clue about the subject and it interested her not a bit. She preferred talking about matters of ecclesiastical authority, of which she knew everything and I had trouble to tolerate her never ending discourses that seemed completely senseless to me.

She went on throughout the entire meal. At one moment, Father Alain’s eyes met mine. He smiled and his look took on a warm and golden glow, which literally enthralled me.

With a blinking eye he made a small gesture toward me, letting me know that my aunt tired him as much as me. To Nadette, however, he responded calmly and she must have found him to be a good audience for all her rubbish.

After dinner I escaped and went to lie on a deck chair on the back terrace as the night fell softly. It was already dark when Father Alain approached.

“Do you mind if I lay down next to you?”

I signed him to do whatever he pleased and he stretched out on the chair next to mine.

- “Your aunt is very talkative… A little quietness is very welcome right now,” he said in his beautiful grave voice.

- “Especially for a priest on retreat...” I said with irony.

- “You really don’t have any sympathy for the people of the church, do you?”

- “None whatsoever,” I answered dryly. “Those folks are on a different planet than mine. I am an atheist.”

- “Could I call you Marc? All that politeness nerves me a little and we seem to be pretty much of the same age.”

- “And how should I call you?”

- “Well, simply Alain.”

- “Oh, I thought that it isn’t... your... real name.”

- “Of course it is. We shouldn’t have any problems to understand each other, you and I. There is an infinite amount of subjects outside of religion...”

- “That’s true”, I admitted. “It’s just that here at my aunt’s, I have only met people who were talking of nothing else. I confess that I came here less for my aunt but rather for the surroundings, the pool and all the rest.”

Alain exploded in laughter: “I understand, yes, I count on that myself...”

During the following day and the day after that we became very close, Alain and I. He wasn’t at all like those other priests, which I had met until now. I even forgot that he was one of them and was very happy that he was at my aunt’s at the same time as me.

We often discussed the Internet, micro-information and lots of other things too. He was very open, extremely cultivated and it was a pleasure talking with him. But outside of our long conversations he retreated too often into silence and isolated himself sometimes for long moments. Way too much for my taste, by the way...

One particular morning I tanned on a big beach towel at the poolside. Alain arrived a little later with a towel even bigger than mine. He smiled calmly at me and started to unbutton his shirt. I watched him fixed because until now he had not allowed himself such a thing. I hadn’t even ever seen him by the pool...

- “Are you sure that you aren’t straying into a forbidden realm?” I asked mocking.

He contended himself to smile and took his shirt off. I swallowed with great difficulty. Good God, what a body! Not terribly muscular but superbly proportioned. His chest was a little hairy but it was mainly below his stomach where the fleece increased to join with a thick cluster of pubic hair.

Alain crouched down to remove his shoes and his black socks. Then he stood up to his full height and, well positioned in front of me with slightly spread legs, he unbuttoned his pants and lowered the sipper of his fly. I felt a feverish burning and followed the smallest of his movements. As if it where nothing at all, he let his pants slide along his thighs, a bit slow as if on purpose. Underneath he wore a black bathing suit and I couldn’t detach my eyes from the obvious form, bulging inside it.

He arranged his towel next to me and lay down on his stomach. Even his buttocks were an unbelievable turn-on. There was really nothing that wasn’t perfect on this guy and I had a hard time to regroup...

I took my tube of sunscreen and began to apply it to my skin, not because I needed it but more to get myself together. I didn’t want to think any longer about Alain’s morphology.

- “I think that I should have some as well,” he remarked. “My skin isn’t really used to the sun.”

- “I can’t reach my back,” said Alain a few minutes later. “Do you mind?”

Shit, he did it on purpose. This is impossible! I took the tube ungracefully and squeezed some of it in my hand. His skin was already very hot from the sun and I felt feverish again massaging some of it into the skin of his back. I hurried and retreated to my towel as fast as I could.

- “Thanks,” Alain said. “You forgot your back earlier. I will put some on you as well.”

Dear God, what did he play at? This was a real nightmare! He sat beside me and began to put on the lotion.

- “This is really unpractical,” he said brusquely, jumped on me and sat on my thighs.

The effect was immediate: My dick grew to a major painful hard-on. I didn’t know anymore what to think of Alain... Everything made me believe that he did all this on purpose but that was impossible. He massaged consciously my back for what felt like an eternity. I was sick and wanted to think of something to escape from him but I found nothing and my head was completely empty.

Finally he returned to his towel and I dived into the pool to refresh my thoughts.

I regained my composure very fast and convinced myself that he acted just natural and it was me who made all the fuss. In addition to being a priest he really couldn’t know that I was gay and that he would completely keel over if he knew what went through my head...

I saw Alain making a perfect dive and disappearing under water for a long moment. He emerged on the other end of the pool and began to swim back in long strokes. He swam with perfect style. His body seemed to tack just above the water level and he advanced at an amazing speed. The pool wasn’t all that big and he reached the diving board in no time. He did a superb return, not emerging to the surface until the center of the pool.

I went back to my towel and literally devoured him with my eyes. What a terrible waste, really... What does such a guy could possibly do in an order! Besides maybe making all those religious guys cream under their homespun robes ...

He returned to the board and shook his body directly above me, misting my hot skin with cold water.

- “Oh!”... I had hit him without even realizing what I was doing. Alain laughed out loud and leaped on top of me. We wrestled for a moment and he finished immobilizing me by pressing my shoulders against the ground with his knees.

- “If you move, that’s what you get,” he said enforcing his knees and cutting my circulation... A lively pain ensued and I stopped to fight him.

- “Now, that’s better. Much better... what should I do with you now? ...”

- “Let me go and go confess,” I said laughing.

- “You might be right...but if I needed confessing, I wouldn’t be a priest any longer,” countered Alain, looking at me strangely.

- “You are a strange priest anyway,” I remarked.

His eyes glazed over a little bit: “I’d say,” he answered with the hint of a smile.

He caressed my cheek and redressed. For the flash of an instant I saw nothing else but the pumped up shape of his dick across his Speedo just above me.

- “Alright, I’ll leave you... Until later...”

Shit, what was that supposed to mean? I would have given anything for him to immobilize me as long as he pleased...Dear-God-Of-Shitty-Brothels-Of-Sluts...!

I still felt his thighs squeezing my body and still saw his magnificent face right above mine... And I still thought about his Speedo, shit, I was out of my mind. Fuck!

I didn’t see him again until dinner. I didn’t dare looking at him but felt how his gaze was not leaving me. At one moment our eyes met and my heart nearly stopped. There was something like a hot and burning glow in his clear green eyes that left me fascinated and mesmerized. I heard no more of my aunt’s discourse and had the impression of being consumed inside. I certainly would have remained like this for a long time if Nadette hadn’t pushed me with her elbow:

- “Hello? Where are you? I was just talking about building a greenhouse in the back...”

After the meal, Alain joined me on the terrace.

- “Would you like to join me on a little walk through the park?” he asked after a long while.

- “Of course. Gladly...”

He walked slowly and in silence. It was already a good half hour that we walked without saying a single word and we arrived at a pine wooded area. I didn’t know what to do and felt very uncomfortable. Alain stopped and, leaning forward, pinned me with my back against a tree. It smelled of sap and the air was full of flavor.

It was then that Alain put his hands at each side of me, his face close to mine. I stood motionless. He was so close now that I could feel his slightly alcohol infused breath caressing my skin. He put his lips lightly on mine and inserted his tongue so carefully into my mouth that it barely felt like a kiss.

I pushed him violently away: “Stop, you don’t know what you are doing...”

- “To the contrary, I know very well. I am kissing you because I want to kiss you.”

- “Oh really, and you think that I want to be kissed by a priest?”

- “You don’t want to?”

- “By a priest ? No.”

- “I am very sorry...I thought you liked...my body. I must have been completely wrong.”

- “You weren’t wrong, I love your body. But it’s the body of a priest and I don’t see myself getting into a moral or existential crisis and what not if I let you go on. That’s all.”

- “There will be no crises,” he said softly. “They are behind me. I have renounced my faith... I am not even in the order any longer.”

- “What!”

- “As a matter of fact, I am no longer a man of the church, understand? I am a man like any other, with the same passions, the same desires... But with a lot more frustrations...”

I was speechless and felt Alain’s lips on mine again. This time, however, I gave in still under the shock of the strange news. His tongue whipped my mouth and his breath accelerated a bit.

I kissed him profoundly in return and he pressed his body against mine. I got a furious hard-on and felt his rod hardening against my thigh. Alain unbuttoned my shirt, opened it and began to lick my skin feverishly:

- “Hmm, this is what I wanted to do earlier as you were under me...”

- “But you didn’t and instead pinned me down like an idiot. I really don’t know what went in to you and what I did to you...”

- “I am sorry. I will earn my pardon”

Alain kneeled before me and buried his face in my crotch. He rubbed against my fly and kissed profoundly my painfully hard dick through it, inhaling the odor of it with delight. It was so arousing that I grabbed him by the hair and pushed him violently against my rod.

Moaning he opened my pants. Lowering them, he pressed his lips against my briefs. He moaned a bit louder and passed his tongue over the entire surface of my bulge under the fabric. I would have loved to brutally shove my dick right down his throat but I restrained myself. It seemed better to let him do and manage his all too evident frustrations at his own pace. It was the better way to service him.

Alain didn’t stop to smell my cock and to dig his nose into my balls. Finally he lowered my briefs and kissed my hard-on like a sick puppy. I creamed like a foul and he licked all he could get. I had such a hard time restraining myself from impaling his throat that I desperately held on to the trunk behind me.

Finally he took the forehead of my cock in his hot and moist mouth and started to suck me groaning. I began to move my hips forward, still holding back. He groaned and moaned each time I pushed into his throat. Alain suddenly pulled my cock out of his mouth and pressed it against his face.

- “Take me,” he said softly.

- “What!” I cried out.

- “I want you to fuck me...”

- “But have you ever done this?”

He didn’t answer and I saw him vaguely in the dim light taking hastily his clothes off. Bending forward against a trunk, he pulled me toward him. I saw red, holding his naked body in my arms. But I hesitated...I was sure that this was his first time and I didn’t want to hurt him.

I lifted one of his legs and he arched his back. I moistened one finger and passed it carefully over his sphincter before pushing it gently in. Alain arched even more and moaned softly. I turned my finger inside his butt to relax him and was pretty sure that he was getting wet. I spit again in my fingers and inserted two this time. They slid in without resistance and he wetted so much that I decided to penetrate him.

When I entered him, his body convulsed and he moaned softly again. Slowly, pulsing in and out, I pushed myself little by little inside a bit further each time. His body was completely opened and he groaned when I went all the way in. I reached for his dick and started to jerk him at the same pace as I fucked him. His cock was very thick but not very long…