Straight Priests Enslaved - Sex Stories

Straight Priests Enslaved

... wonderful experience.

The first was their missing American brother, Father Ethan. He had mentioned not feeling well today to brother Yuri (they had been assigned to the same parish). He had been the only other seminarian to regularly join them in the blistering heat during their years of study.

Yuri had also mentioned a curious incident involving Father Ethan from two weeks back. Apparently, he'd arrived back from confessional duty at the dormitory he shared with Yuri several hours later than usual, quickly grabbing some cleaning supplies before heading back out. He claimed he'd spilled some coffee in the narthex but Yuri had noticed a lightening of the wood paneling in the confessional booth. And, crazily enough, some of the lightening on the back wall was in the shape of a man (he had no way of knowing that sometime in the next three hours all three of them would experience the spectacularly explosive answer to this mystery, themselves).

Despite his absence, brother Ethan had purchased a bottle of the high end vodka they enjoyed sharing in the sauna. The alcohol adding to that wonderful relaxing effect. In fact, the booze seemed to be having an even greater effect on them than usual. All three feeling woozy and silly and laughing at anything and everything (Yuri didn't notice that the bottle had already been opened and if he had he still would have no reason to be suspicious of a friend and fellow devotee).

The second thing detracting from the experience was the ...

... young man who was in the sauna with them. Tall and muscular, he had come in about an hour into their marathon sauna session, when they were absolutely hammered (and, unbeknownst to them, high as kites). They were still enjoying themselves but they preferred that it was just the three (or four, with brother Ethan) of them so they could reminisce freely about old times (and some old times that others might be shocked to learn about from men who would one day take vows of chastity. They regretted those sins of youth when sober but with a little of Mother Russia's best export in their bellies they could be quite nostalgic for those glory days).

The young man was lying back on the bench opposite them, apparently sleeping.

Aleksei was recounting an experience he'd had with one of the three girlfriends he'd had before he was called to serve when all three of them noticed the effect it was having on the young man. What looked like a large kielbasa was forming under the towel wrapped around his waist. (Nikolai had no way of knowing that the thought of vanilla sex with a willing woman would never excite Michael. He was imagining all the things he was going to do to them. Or, more accurately, what he was gonna get them to do to him).

"Better not recollect any more than that, brother, or we'll have to patch the ceiling", Aleksei joked. All three laughed heartily at this pg-13 joke.

This woke up the young man who, noticing his erection, hastily sat up and rearranged his towel ...