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Before I retire to bed, I decide that feel rather sore. All over my body I felt it. I opened the cherrywood double wooden doors and descended into the bathroom.

“Well I can’t take a bath in these restricting clothes. “ Evans smiles to himself, he loved baths like praying it felt meditative and relaxing. His delicate hands came to rest where the buttons started on his priest’s robe. He began to unbutton his robe, it soon fell upon the floor and it pooled around his feet. He didn’t have to take off pants because this was a new style of priest garb. It was a remenisant of a long dress, but unlike a long dress it formed to the body. Now standing chest and most of his body exposed save the black satin underwear he was wearing. The cool air hit his nipples and they instantly hardened. He moaned at the sensation it caused. His cheeks flushed a peony pink. He went over to where the cabinet that held the oils and Epson salts was at. Opening the cabinet it shined an ethereal light. The angels sung wen he got what he wanted. “Ha ha ha. I’m being rather silly abut this.” He poured an ounce of rose oil and mixed with 2 cups espon salts. Elliot turned around to where the vase of roses sat near the sink. Taking one of the dozen roses he plucked it and added the final touch to his bath. The steam beckoning him he lowered his body as naked as the day he was born into the bathtub.

Submerged into the relaxing waters I begin to sink into a trance. Soon my mind wanders returning once again to my fantasy. Althogh it is my fingers that trace imaginary lines over my body, I imagine them as being John’s hands sensually exploring my body exciting every part they linger over.

“John…John…” I savor the taste of his name on my tongue. I see him standing at the edge of the tub, I watch as he slowly removes his robes. He teasingly removes his buttons and then lets his robes fall to the floor. Apparently he fogot his undergarments today. He joins me in the bath, the waters sloshing over the sides a bit.

He glides over to me his leg gently grazes my phallic member causing it to begin to grow I moan in anticipation of things to come. He reaches up to my face and guides me to his lips then he kisses me with the fiery passion of a thousand suns. In my excitement I accidently bite his lip. I draw back embarrassed.

Suddenly he moves closer and whispers in my ear, “Let me show you the right way to do it.”

He then returns to my lips this time his tongue darts n and out of my mouth, each time massaging my own with his. Pulling back he leaves me breathless.

Moving to my neck he gently sucks it, leaving love marks all over. Slowly he moves lower marking the trail with little kisses getting ever closer to my engorged member. Upon reaching it he pauses admiring its beauty before taking all into his mouth. He traces circles n my head with his tongue and I am so focused on this experience that don’t feel his fingers move to begin to open me up. Upon the unexpected penetration, I squirm and nearly blow my load in his mouth. Thinking this is as good as it gets forget his fingers as they explore my innards. Suddenly he finds my prostate and waves of pleasure shoot through me as I simultaneously blow my love juice deep…

-KNOCK… KNOCK-

torn out of my dream, I say, “Who is it?”

the voice on the other side of the door responds

“It is father Mycles.”

“Did you need something?” I ask as I get up from the now cool waters and don my bath robe.

Father Mycles says, “I came to bathe, if you would just un-bolt the door…”

I move to the door and unlock it, saying as I walk past, “Sorry I fell asleep. Now I am off to bed, see you tomarrow at mass.” I try to conceal my semi-erect dick.

Father Mycles looks disappointed and says, “Alright, tomorrow then. Sweet dreams.” Then he moves inside and bolts the door.

I return to the solitude of my chambers and begin to pray for forgiveness. Whilst in the bath Father Mycles begins his fantasy of Father Evans.