Most Mondays are my day off. When I can I'll drive to the railway station an hour and fifteen minutes away, to catch the train to the city. I'm there after midday, and there are various places I like to go.

This particular time I went to an adult shop, and paid to enter the video lounge. At the rear there are glory holes, so I hang around there to suck a few cocks. There was a young man that day who looked absolutely beautiful, honey skinned and black haired. Far too good for an oldie like me, yet I watched him in hopes of him putting his cock through a glory hole to be blown.

He noticed me looking and smiled so I returned the smile. He came and stood next to me. I said to him,"I would really love to suck your cock." Meaning only that he would go to a glory hole, but he touched my hand and walked to a private cubicle. There were three of these tiny rooms, each with a narrow bed covered with a vinyl mattress. I followed him into one and he bolted the door shut.

I sat on the bed, he stood before me and I unzipped his jeans and uncovered his stiffened cock. It was as beautiful as he was. I took hold of it, licked it, rubbed it against my face, ran my lips down the shaft and took it into my mouth. I was loving every second of it and was eager to taste his hot cum when he ejaculated.

As I was doing this he removed his coat, then his shirt. Then he dropped his jeans, stepping out of them. I saw him and he was naked. He took my hands and I stood up. Now he was undressing me. "You don't have to do this. I'm happy just to suck you off."

He said,"I want to make it good for you."

When we were both naked,he said,"Do you kiss?" So I embraced him, felt his gorgeous body against mine and his soft lips on mine.

After we had lain down and he had sucked me for a while we prepared for sex. There were condoms in a small container on the wall. I reached for one and he said,"No. We can do it without. I want you to enjoy this." I replied this was far more than I expected and was more than grateful for all the pleasure he had already given me.

But he guided me in and I felt the sweetness of a tight fuck without a condom. I was so excited it wasn't a long fuck. As instructed I let him know when I was climaxing so he could clench his muscles and give me a happy ending.

For the finale he sat on my chest and blew his orgasmic cum over my face. I couldn't believe my good luck. I'll never forget how he then leant down and kissed me, so soft and gentle. I have to say it was lovingly done. But how could he love me ? and there was no chance because of my job of having a relationship with him.

We dressed slowly. I felt a pang of remorse seeing his naked loveliness disappearing beneath his clothes.

And then the goodbye. He hugged me. I said "You have made me so happy."

He said, "You're more than welcome, father."

Although I had no recollection of him he had recognised me as a priest. Indeed, he must have sat in my congregation at one time.

Yet I'd felt his love for me so I have never felt the slightest fear he would turn up and expose me. No, he had only love for me, and I'll always miss him.