A BUTCH ONE FOR KEVIN - going home

KEVIN WAS NOT READY FOR THIS ONE

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By Kevin McLean, (continued Sebring homecoming)

After my sexual encounter with Arturo on a back road I left him at a country store where he was to meet his sister or something to that nature, I could not really understand what he was saying but he wanted me to leave him at that location. I returned to my house and I was very proud of myself. I thought: “Kevin, you love to get fucked in the ass, but this time you really did it…you actually fucked this beautiful Latin guy and he never even suspected you were a bottom” (me talking to myself)

But I actually wanted it to happen and it had been almost a week now since my arrival in Sebring and there was no real activity. I did get cruised at the Orange Blossom Recreation Center tea room but the guy was too old for me and not very attractive.

I set out the next morning when I saw my tennis racket and thought that I hadn’t played tennis since I entered medical school. I got the racket, some balls and headed for the park where there are tennis courts. You paid a fee and played. Trouble was I didn’t have a partner to play with, so I sat there on a bench with the racket and balls next to me hoping somebody would come along.

I was going to give up when I see someone get out of the car and he was holding a tennis racket. As he got closer I could see that it was a man in his late thirties but cute as hell and butch as they come. I figure he was going to meet somebody for a match. And he got closer and I was really overwhelmed by this cat’s sensuality and masculinity. He was incredibly handsome.

He sat on a bench and I assumed he was waiting as well, then he got up, approached me and said that his partner wasn’t going to show up if I didn’t have anyone to play with he would like to play tennis with me. I paid the park attendant and we went to the court.

This man was a good tennis player. He was giving me a run for my money. I know I had not played in a couple of years but that is no excuse considering how good I was then. He beat me and I was humiliated. He noticed I was defeated and in shame and came over, put his arm around my shoulder and said: “Listen, I know how it feels, but you have to understand that I play almost every day and you said you haven’t played in a couple of years, so you should feel proud of yourself because you really held your own, it would have been me who would have been humiliated if somebody who hadn’t played in years had beaten me”

Me: “Oh, I agree, and I couldn’t have lost to a better dude. Tell me what do you do for a living?”

Father Cramer: “I am a man of the cloth”

Me: “Oh, that is nice, and I was having all of these fantasies about seducing you, now you ruined it for me”

Father Cramer: “Really, because I was having the same fantasies with you…and just because I am a priest it does not mean I don’t have urges and sexual needs, and I don’t have celibacy bows either”

Me: “Does that mean what I think it means?”

Father Cramer: “It does, and I want to make love to you” So he grabbed me, pulled me on to him and in an embrace that seemed like an eternity he kissed me passionately. We were in the middle of the court and could have been easily spotted but at that moment it didn’t matter to either one of us. For me in particular it was doubly exciting because I was kissing a priest…imagine that, never in a million years did I ever think of going to bed with a priest.

He asked me if we could go to my place and I told him it wasn’t far away. I suppose that if he brought me to the rectory it would not have been proper, so we went to my house. My parents had turned the double garage into a guest house for my brother and family to come and stay when they visited so he wouldn’t have to drive to Avon Park late at night. And that is where I took Father Cramer.

When we started to shed our clothes it was the mutual admiration club. He was just as fascinated and in lust with my body as I was with his. He was well built, solid and muscular. He had hairs all over and had a respectable eight or nine inch uncut dick. I suppose that being Irish you don’t get circumcised there. He had a couple of days of beard growth and the most beautiful green eyes with the long curly eyelashes.

The best thing about Father Cramer was that he was a top. When our naked bodies met, hard on against hard on, he placed his cock between my legs and started to move like he was fucking a woman. This was followed by both his hands traveling to my buttocks, caressing them, cupping them and giving them a couple of slaps. I knew then I was in for a good fuck session.

Father Cramer: “Oh, Kevin, your body is so beautiful, and your face too, and that ass of yours is like a dream come true”

Me: “It is yours for the taking, I would love for you to fuck me” And I went down on his big cock, tried sucking it and it was so thick that I could barely fit it into my mouth.

Father Cramer: “Oh, Kevin, that feels so good...what is that you are doing? you are milking my dick...(he was referring to my gargling technique) and that made him even hornier. He pushed my head away because I think he was getting close to shooting his wad and turned me around. He spread open my ass cheeks and began to eat my ass. Father Cramer was rimming me and eating that ass like it was the las Coca Cola in the dessert. After a few minutes of that, I was begging him to fuck me with that big uncut cock of his.

I was so relaxed and so receptive that his cock went in at the first try; there wasn't even a hint of pain and Father Cramer sensed it and just began to pump and plummet it right away. He didn't last long. I felt the breathing down my neck quicken, the moaning get louder and then the pulsating of his cock inside my ass as he was depositing his sacred seed.

Father Cramer never lost the erection; there was a pause of a few minutes but he started to ram his still erect cock back into my ass and this time he really lasted a long time. I don't know exactly but since I was getting so much pleasure it didn't seem long...but when I looked outside the window I noticed it was getting dark.

Father Cramer: "Oh holly mother of Jesus, ah, ah, ah, Kevin, I'm cumming again...ah, ah, aaaaaaaahhhh!"

We said our goodbyes and he kissed me sweetly, so much loving tenderness that I was hoping he would say something about seeing me again. I guess that was too much to ask.