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.