Blessed Trinity - Chapter 1: The Father…
It soon became apparent that Adam still had the thoughts that had plagued him for so many years. Wracked with guilt he had joined the priesthood following the demise of his short-lived marriage to the daughter of his father's boss.
On his wedding day he had prayed that the brief moments he had spent eyeing the young cannon that had aided the Bishop in the ceremony had been due to his thinking about his forthcoming nuptials and not how good looking the young man was in his cassock. Adam had tried to push the memory of his stiffening cock out of his mind as he had recited his vows.
6 months later, and the realisation that his marriage was just a sham, brought about by the endless social climbing of his father, Adam found himself at the gates of St Marks Seminary in the foothills of Tuscany. As he looked round for one last time, at the world he felt had tormented him for so many years, a feeling of peace washed over him, and yet a frown began to appear on his chiselled face. Turning he placed, his strong masculine hand against the warm stone of the gatepost. Flexing his long artistic fingers he caressed the stone, committing each sensation to memory.
It was a warm, spring day, and the sun caught his blue eyes, blinding him. A shout from the seminary caused him to spin, towards the sound allowing the breeze to tousle his shoulder length ebony hair.
"Adam, my son. You're on time. Was it a long journey?"
The sun caught on the gold threading, of the bishop's cassock, radiating across his animated face. Adam looked up, nodding slowly to the question, and meeting the Bishop's outstretched hand, with his.
It was so nice to see a familiar face, and all of Adam's anxieties, began to diminish. Adam followed the bishop into the large marble floored hall, his footsteps echoing throughout the building.
"Father Leo, there is an important call for you, form Rome." Adam looked around to see a young novice hurrying towards them across the hall.
"I must take this call, Adam."
The bishop turned to the young novice.
"Nicholas, please conduct Adam on a tour of St Mark's, and show him to his cell. Adam I will be seeing you for dinner in the main dining hall later tonight."
With that, the bishop hurried away to his call.
Adam turned to Nicholas, to find the young novice openly appraising him. The blond hair, blue eyes, and youthful physique, made Adam blush. This was exactly what he thought he was getting away from. He dare not look below Nicholas' waist.
"Want to see some more then?" Nicholas asked teasingly.
This was doing no favours, to Adam's obvious predicament. What should he answer? He was sure the young novice was simply offering an extension to the tour. Without waiting for an answer, Nicholas had turned on his heel, and was walking towards the stairs, at the back of the hall.
Adam ran to catch up, and collided into the back of the novice, who had stopped at the entrance of the second floor.
Adam felt his breath expel from his body, as his chest impacted with Nicholas' back. Instinctively his hands reached out to grip Nicholas' side, to steady him. As realisation suddenly swept over him, the blushing renewed.
"I am so sorry. I tripped. I couldn't help it. I…" Adam realised he was still holding on to the young novices' side. As Nicholas' gaze lowered to follow Adam's he smiled and taking Adams hand in his, gave it a friendly squeeze before continuing down the corridor.
"Room 428. This is your cell, and from the looks of it you have a message from Cardinal Montaigne." Nicholas pointed to the monogrammed cream envelope tucked halfway under the door.
Adam bent to retrieve the envelope, and his tight arse in his dark blue denim jeans, caused Nicholas to smirk, licking his lips, whilst running his hands along the front of his cassock. His cock began to stiffen as Adam straightened up, opening the envelope and entering the room.
Dear Adam,
Welcome to St. Marks. Please attend your induction interview at 21.00, in my study,
Signed
Cardinal Montaigne.
"Cardinal Montaigne! Wow!" exclaimed Nicholas, pressing against Adam's back whilst reading the note over his shoulder.
"The Cardinal never conducts induction interviews. You are really lucky. Bishop Leo must have been impressed with something, to have the Cardinal conduct the interview."
The blond boy, smiled at Adam, his cheerful face lessening the sting that Adam felt at his words.
"I don't know the reasoning behind it" Adam stammered, watching Nicholas close the door, and sit on the single bed.
His mind began to reel as Nicholas stretched arching his back towards the ceiling.
"What time is it?" enquired Adam.
"20:30." Nicholas replied looking at his watch. He looked up at this man who seemed lost in his thoughts.
Adam moved towards the small wooden wardrobe, with his rucksack, and opened the doors. It was bare. As the door swung open, the long rectangular mirror, on the inside, moved capturing the reflection of the young novice who was now sprawled across the bed. As Adam studied the reflection, Nicholas parted his cassock revealing a hard, uncut, cock.
Stifling a moan, Adam stared transfixed to the scene unfolding, in the mirror before him. As Nicholas tentatively stroked his hardening cock, his eyes were drinking in the vision of Adam's taut arse. Fantasies began to flood the mind, as his hand gripped the 10-inch length of his cock, in ever quickening strokes.
As the image of the young novice, closed its eyes, in ecstasy, Adam became increasingly aware of his growing erection. His hand unwittingly moved over his straining prick, as Nicholas moaned. Adam felt a rush of desire.
Time stood still, as the two men were enveloped in sexual tension. The strokes were becoming faster, and Adam began wrestling with the desire to be taken by the attractive, toned, moaning novice, writhing on the bed. He watched becoming more aroused, his cock now the hardest he had ever known. He could feel the pre-cum rising up from his sack towards the tip of the head.