I am the abbot at a small monastery hidden away in the hills. The last abbot died five years ago and I was chosen basically because of my age and the order wished to modernize. I am only thirty-seven, rather young to be the head monk, but I tried my best to make things better here. Things improved dramatically when Matthew arrived. Brother Matthew was fresh from college and had decided to take his vows with us. He was the first computer literate monk we truly had here.
The order wished to set up a website to attract new monks and Matthew was able to do this for us as well as many other computer improvements. Matthew was also very humble and I soon made him my assistant. Matthew was a handsome man of twenty-two when he arrived. He had blonde hair and and a handsome face, Matthew also had an air of confidence that was needed to set up our monasteries' website.
Once a year we have a ritual where all the younger monks wash the feet of their elders as well as the abbot. This is done to instill humbleness in every monk. As Matthew was my assistant, he came to my chamber one day with a bowl of water and a cloth. I sat on the edge of my desk and pulled my robe up to my knees. Kneeling down, Matthew then took a damp cloth and began to wash my feet, then worked his way up my calves.
I know this is wrong to say, but I was always attracted to Matthew. Not in a sexual way, but for all the ways he helped make life easier here in our monastery. I was looking down at him now, and I am ashamed to tell you this, but I felt a stirring in my loins. I was slowly getting an erection as Matthew performed his washing. Monks do wear underwear, despite what you might have heard. My penis was beginning to push at the material of my shorts.
I couldn't have Matthew stop his washing so I tried to control my urges. It wasn't working. At one point Matthew looked up and was staring directly at my crotch. My face turned red as I knew he saw a slight bulge in my robe's material. Matthew kept working higher. I wanted him to stop and he placed the washcloth down. I was relieved he was done, but then Matthew did the unexpected. He pushed the material of my robe higher, exposing my penis pushing through my underwear. It shocked me that he did this and it shocked me when he reached up and pulled my shorts down around my ankles.
My cock was now exposed. I was hard and erect as I could ever have remembered. I seemed to be frozen to the floor as Matthew leaned in and took my cock in his hand. He brought it to his lips and then he began to suck on the head. I have been celibate for twenty years now. At that moment I lost all control of myself, I forgot who I was. Matthew took me deeply down his throat. I reached out and placed my hands on the back of his head. I didn't want him to pull away, I am sorry to say I never wanted this to end.
I stood up and began to thrust my pelvis into Matthew's face. Here we were, two monks having wild oral sex together. We had both lost our minds. Not having sex all these years, I wasn't able to control myself. After only a few minutes of this, I began to squirt my manseed down Matthew's throat. Matthew never let up or pulled away. He took every hot drop of me. When he finished his sucking I was completely drained. I also was embarrassed beyond belief. I quickly pulled my shorts up and lowered my rob to the floor. Matthew stood up and without saying a word, withdrew with his water bowel and cloth.
