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8 hours ago, FelchingPisser said:

Or the real one:  Seminary--late Middle English (denoting a seed plot): from Latin seminarium ‘seed plot’, neuter of seminarius ‘of seed’, from semen ‘seed.’  Seminarium can be interpreted as, "breeding ground."

Taken that way, it’s really not even subtle, is it?

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My Father started me very early and shared me as a boy. When he passed away, my mom sent me to a private school with a 88$ Male population. As a Catholic, I became an alter boy. 

I can tell you that when a young man's cherry is popped, it seems that other mem can smell it.

My First Priest was before I hit double digits. 

I seduced my first priest at the church I went to when I came home.  and when I lived with my Grandmother my scout leader was a Deacon at  her holy roller church. I still remember his cock head and how shiny it was, and how much precum he oozed.  I m not glorifying what happened. I know that whether I was a willing participant or not, it's wrong.

But I dont feel guilt or shame.

I Did have fun  breeding a Rabbi's son in the basement of a Synagogue,  and when I was 19 I had a great time we with a Greek Orthadox Priest. His beard was fucking amazing! He was the furriestvman I've ever been with. 

We flip Fucked in The Ramble of central park by the water.when we met one late summer night . the mosquito bites were worth it. I still remember the way his cumfelt inside me. I remember the way he nursed thebpiss from my hard cock. and I wish I could see him again... and get my jockstrap back!

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A few years ago I was contacted by a younger Rabbi who told me he had some very important information to share with me. Not knowing what was going on I agreed to meet with him and had him come over to my place. He arrived in his full religious garb and after he came in he had told me that a close friend of mine had told him that I was living a life of sin, and that I was in need of rescue. I told him I didn't know what he was talking about and he told me this friend told him that I was obsessed with having sex with men. I told him that I wasn't going to deny that I loved sex with men and then he told me that my "friend" had told him of our exploits and that he really wanted to see me in hope that I would please him sexually like I had pleased so many other men. At first I didn't know what to think, but I could see the animal lust in his eyes, and as I stood there silently thinking about the whole situation he unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor.  He had a beautiful cock, an extremely hairy bush to match his beard and muscular legs that begged me to get down on my knees in front of him, which I quickly did. He was one of the most aggressive and nasty fucks I've ever had. He was married and would make excuses to find time to meet up with me. I met up with him about once a week for nine months. I miss him.

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A priest around where I grew up was getting plowed by randos in the rectory and liked cross dressing. He was eventually kicked out and got in trouble with the law (not for child molestation). I can't confirm if he did bareback. But I'm gonna take a guess he was begging for loads.

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I'm a non-religious person but I've always got this slight fascination with the [banned word] of priests, imams and other clergy. There are some that are incredibly hot and I always wondered what hairy monsters they have under their garments 😉 I never had anyone sadly but reading some of the stuff here makes me want to put them higher up my list haha

Plus if they are married too 😛

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Had my first time with a Catholic priest.

 

I was a closeted altar boy then, struggling with myself denying that I was gay. The moment we met I realized the erotic sparks between us, as he was a hot hunk. A friendship grew, we had interesting hour-long conversations throughout the next days and weeks, and when he told me that he was gay, I was in shock, thinking of my own struggles. He was everything that I had been denying to become, but secretly dreamed of being: out of the closet, proud of it and owning it, with experiences of gay love, relationships and gay sex.

 

He encouraged me to live my best life as a gay man, and he convinced me not to get lost in watching porn and to dream away my life, but in fact to become one of those fuckers that I was dreaming of being. And that I would be able to find love with a man one day. I was young, naïve, scared, insecure, terrified of coming out, but he didn’t stop convincing me patiently, cause he saw a potential in me, that I was keeping on denying.

 

For weeks we didn’t speak out what was already obvious: that we’re horny for one another and would sooner or later end up in bed together. The thought was scary - I was afraid of being gay or becoming that if I would give in to lust, and I was afraid of sinning with a priest with all my religious conservative background. All of that made it the more hot and tempting. I once asked him, if he doesn’t see any issues with being a priest and having sex. I was amazed about his reply: “The circumstance that I’m a priest has never changed or reduced the function of my dick!”

 

He never forced me into anything and respected my limits, but at some point, neither of us couldn’t fight it anymore… It happened finally all of a sudden, one trigger and we couldn’t rip off our clothes and rush to the bedroom fast enough, I experienced with him for the first time the state of being primal, animalistic and brainless, and the time frame during sex, when time stands still, like being in another world, being another person, forgetting everything what you had been before, only to live for the moment and only to live to fuck like there’s no tomorrow. The magic of being driven like by an outer force, and to give in to sex drive, losing control… It was magic and I’ll never forget how many stars I was seeing being inside of him. That was exactly 20 years ago. I still get emotional (and hard) thinking of that. That very fuck changed my life. The literal point of no return.

 

He taught me to love myself and to own my desires and to be proud of them, and not to give a fuck what others think. He convinced me to see me being gay as a gift, and to enjoy gay sex the way I want unapologetically. And not to fear it as a sin, but to see the joy of gay sex as nature’s gift. Since he has moved away, we are hardly in touch anymore, but I owe endless gratitude to him for my today’s self-esteem, for all the men afterwards, that I met, that I loved, and that I fucked.

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I have a former fuckbuddy who was a Church of Scotland minister (he’s retired now), married with wife and kids, who had a great toned hairy dad bod, perfect straight thick 7 inch cock who always played bare. He was introduced to me by another fuckbuddy at the time (sadly he passed away from cancer) in a threesome. He’s also a really nice guy and we still keep in touch (after a few years break for various reasons). Always thought it was extra hot having a ‘man of the cloth’ fucking me raw and shooting his cum deep inside me and his congregation would be blissfully unaware!

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2 hours ago, Baretop4ever said:

He taught me to love myself and to own my desires and to be proud of them, and not to give a fuck what others think. He convinced me to see me being gay as a gift, and to enjoy gay sex the way I want unapologetically. And not to fear it as a sin, but to see the joy of gay sex as nature’s gift. Since he has moved away, we are hardly in touch anymore, but I owe endless gratitude to him for my today’s self-esteem, for all the men afterwards, that I met, that I loved, and that I fucked.

What a magnificent post ... I wonder what the percentage of the RC clergy are men like that.  Imagine: an RC priest that is honest, practicing his lusts as well as his profession !!!  You were really fortunate !!!

And before anyone jumps in my shit, yes;  I have rather little regard for Roman Catholicism.  Or any of the other so-called "Main Line" Liturgical outfits, which level of regard has developed over many years of reflection.  

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had a brief fling with a minister about twenty years. Really sad, as he had came out and he moved to my town. His family disowned him, he was thrown out of his church in disgrace and his wife reported him to safeguarding as she said he was a risk to their children. he was literally a mess and it really emphasised the whole hypocrisy of the xtian church based on love.

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