The Lascivious Monk

CHAPTER II. The Seminary

Finally, the young priest's dreams were about to be fulfilled! Oh, dear God! How often, during the many sleepless nights in the dorm hadn't he dreamed about being the master over a whole tribe of pretty girls. To be the rooster of his very own flock of chickens, so to speak. Many were the nights he had been wide awake, thinking up the things he would do, once the Bishop had ordained him with the powers of spiritual care. Oh, God! The spirit was willing and the flesh was by no means weak!

Since he was eighteen, he had known that he was born to the cloth. When he tossed and turned in his bed, all he could think of was the woman. She was naked, lascivious, and danced temptingly before his mind's eyes. Her bobbing crotch, twitching belly, wiggling buttocks and bouncing breasts with stiff nipples used to drive him crazy. Horny with lust he would stare at her when she offered him her ripe breasts or showed him her delicious behind in all sorts of enticing positions. Sometimes he could actually feel her pubic hairs brush against his face, and he would smile back at her, whisper endearing words to the creature of his wild fantasies. He pleaded with her and begged this beautiful shadow of temptation to share his bed and teach him the pleasures of love.

“Oh, gorgeous woman, come to me,” he would whisper. “Divine creature of temptation, put your cooling flesh upon my hot body and show me the final achievement of happiness.”

But, the smiling shadow would retreat and disappear. He would bite his pillow and toss restlessly through the endless nights.

One night, when she had just disappeared again, and he was groaning and biting his pillow, a soft voice whispered in his ear, “What is the matter with you, my dear friend?”

He turned around from where the voice came and saw young brother Felix, the boy who slept on the bunk next to his. Felix was young, only seventeen, blond, slight and as of yet without a trace of a beard. Come to think of it, he almost looked like a girl…

At that particular moment Felix's breath was as warm and sweet as that of the woman, and Pineraide could feel it brush against his flushing face.

“What's the matter?” answered the young seminarian. “I am no longer in control of my own thoughts and feelings. I am thirsting for the kisses of a woman, my body is burning up and I…”

He stopped suddenly. “Give me your hand…”

Felix, obediently, offered him his small, feverish hand.

“And now,” Pineraide continued, putting the boy's hand against the proof of his manhood and virility, “I ask you to judge for yourself.”

“Oh, my dear God,” Felix squealed, half-frightened and half-surprised. “What on earth is that?”

“That? Well, take a good look at it and grab it firmly. That, my friend and brother, is my dick.”

“Your dick? But… but… that one is… enormous!”

“It's like everyone else's.”

“Oh, my God, no… no! Mine is much, much smaller.”

“I'm surprised to hear that. I thought every man had one of about the same length and thickness. I thought that every prick was the same.”

“Oh, dear me… no! You are mistaken. I have seen the ones of fat Julius, of tall Charles and of little Dennis. None of them have a cock as big as yours. Oh, Holy Mother of God, you must have the biggest dong in the whole seminary!”

“I feel tremendously flattered.”

“Aren't you happy to know that you have the biggest one?”

“Oh, yes… if I am that well equipped, I am sure that I will be able to please the women.”

Felix put his arm around his comrade's neck and asked with a husky voice, “Do you like women?”

“Oh, yes, yes… it's driving me mad!”

“You… you don't like… me?”

“What do you like?”

“I like men…”

“You must be kidding.”

“Oh, no… not at all. And I love especially those who are like you. Strong and tall, and hung like a horse! And… ah… if you would like me to…”

“Like you to… what?”

“Well, if you would allow me to… lick.”

“To what?”

“Lick your beautiful dong…”

For a moment there was deep silence. Felix quickly put his hand between Pineraide's thighs. He did not move. His body was stiff, and his prick was even stiffer. He barely dared to breathe. But brother Felix was so close, his skin was so soft, and his hand so expert, that he closed his eyes and sighed, pantingly.

“Do whatever you want.”

Felix pulled back his hand and slipped under the covers with his comrade.

“Take off your nightgown,” he said. “That will give us more freedom of movement.”

The seminarian did as Felix wished and then lay down flat on his back. He did not move.

“Now, leave everything up to me,” whispered little Felix, “and I will show you how much pleasure you can get from the tongue and mouth of another man.”

Felix disappeared under the covers. His eager tongue began to lick the hairy underbelly of the rigid, motionless seminarian. He knew precisely where all the sensitive spots were, and slowly he worked his way down to the beautiful, huge prick of his friend. Felix's eager mouth took in the throbbing knob and his warm little hands fondled the big hairy balls. Pineraide closed his eyes. He was happy and he dreamed again of the woman! Felix knew precisely what to do. His hands cupped the balls of his friend and his tongue trailed tirelessly across the huge shaft of this beautiful prick. Now and then he took the big knob in his mouth and sucked vigorously. Jolts of thunder and lightning went through Pineraide's belly. The young seminarian could not help but notice that Felix got extreme pleasure from his labor of love. The boy's prick hung right above Pineraide's right nipple, twitching ferociously, knocking playfully against his friend's chest…

It did not take Pineraide long before he began to caress the balls, prick and firm buttocks of his young lover. Felix undoubtedly had expected this, because he suddenly turned in such a way that his little, stiff prick touched the lips of Pineraide.

The seminarian, drunk with desire, did not resist. He was in seventh heaven. Felix was sucking his friend's balls and now his tongue worked slowly up the shaft. Finally his lips had reached the huge knob and he opened his mouth, swallowing as much of the enormous giant as his oral cavity would allow. Pineraide tossed and squirmed like a cat in heat. His back arched and with a loud cry he shot his load down brother Felix's open gullet. Felix did not let go and continued to suck till he had drunk the entire contents of the spasming penis. Then, calmly, without interruption he began to suck and caress again till Pineraide's limp member showed signs of renewed vigor…

And every time Pineraide had another hard-on, Felix let it slip out of his mouth, allowing his tongue free play around the balls, up the shaft and finally he swallowed the throbbing knob again. Pineraide was so enormously delighted that he took Felix's little prick into his mouth, sucking it furiously. The tiny balls of his friend were so close to his eyes that they brushed against his lashes.

Meanwhile, the two bodies were closely pressed together and began to shudder more and more. Their breath was white-hot, and pearls of sweat began to soak the blankets. Pineraide could no longer bear it. Oh! The caresses of a young man were so sweet and beautiful. They, too, were capable of invoking divine pleasures, and the mental image of the woman slowly faded away.

A few more seconds and he had to come again, despite the fact that he was trying to hold it in! His huge penis started to throb again, he could no longer control his climax and his seed began to spurt in the first spasms. Suddenly, Felix stopped sucking.

“Oh, God… Holy Mother of Christ… don't stop now! Please, go on… don't stop.” Pineraide's pelvis was gyrating on the bed and he tried to grab ahold of Felix's head to force the boy's mouth back where it belonged. “I am sucking your dick, licking your balls… it… is… delicious… but, please… take my… cock… back in your… mouth!”

Felix's lips brushed against the throbbing penis, he opened his mouth wide and swallowed the whole thing up to the hilt. The huge shaft disappeared down his throat and at the same moment the penis began to squirt huge quantities of come. Pineraide went wild! He began to buck, forcing Felix's head down firmly. Felix suddenly stuck his thumb up Pineraide's asshole and the young seminarian let out a bellowing scream, coming again and again till his big balls were completely emptied. Deeply satisfied he sank back onto his mattress, his arm protectively around little Felix. Both were prepared to fall asleep in each other's arms.

But strange sighs awoke them from their little slumber. They opened their eyes. The dorm was brightly lit. And around their bed they saw all the other seminarians with whom they shared the dormitory. All the young men were mother-naked. Some of them were down on their knees, giving blow jobs to others, some were on the floor getting it in their ass, others again were jacking off and a couple were sixty-nineing. It was one big and wild orgy which had started when the others saw the pleasures Felix and Pineraide were giving one another.

After this night, many followed that were similar. The only difference was that the young men frequently changed partners.

The prick of the young, strong seminarian worked wonders. One after another, all the assholes of his comrades fell prey to the huge, inexhaustible member. Everybody licked it, caressed it and petted his balls. He ruled the entire dormitory as if he were an eastern potentate, selecting the finest beauty for his bed, night after night. He was a hallowed idol to these future apostles of the crucified Lord.

Slowly, Pineraide began to think about the woman again. She controlled his thoughts during those many nights. He saw her when his body rubbed against that of one of his fellows; he believed he was kissing her lips when in reality they were pressed in passion against those of one of his fellow seminarians. And he believed he was screwing her when his prick was ripping apart the asshole of one of his friends. He even imagined fondling her breasts and biting her tits when in reality he was playing with the balls of the tender Felix, fat Julius, or tall Charles.

He remained very busy, our seminarian. And he got older as the nights rolled by. He could feel his virility grow, and he made up his mind that he would try out everything he had learned in the seminary's dormitory upon the female penitents who, one day, would be entrusted into his care.

And, finally, that day arrived. He left the seminary to assume his duties over the flock of Motte-sur-Vy. His body shivered voluptuously in anticipation of the many pleasures that awaited him.