I slept very soundly that night. It was a combination of the alcohol and that I was feeling more comfortable about being bi. I woke up with a stiff cock and was feeling very horny which was probably partly due to the erotic dreams I had had overnight about sucking off men with big cocks.
Despite this, I still thought I was only bi and that I'd probably go back to women at some point. This had come up in my chats with John who had started taking steps to get me away from these undesirable thoughts and suggested I go have a talk with our local priest to help resolve my lingering moral concerns.
Father Jones looked to be in his late 50s and was tall, with a bit of a paunch. We sat down on the comfy dark green upholstered club chairs in his study where he gradually eased me onto the subject of gay sex. He had a grin on his face when I told him that I was bi, not gay. He said that the churches thinking had changed and that straight, bi or gay was quite normal and sex was there to be enjoyed. He then said that he'd like to test me and, with that, brought out some pornographic magazines. The straight ones were somewhat arousing but the gay ones made me get a stiffy. My cock was straining against my pants and I had to wriggle a bit in an effort to get more comfortable. Father Jones then told me that, from my reaction, I was probably gay but just hadn't accepted it yet. He leant back in his chair and started to undo his cassock which revealed that he had nothing on underneath except for his white Y fronts. When he saw that I was a bit nervous he told me that it was all right and to just relax and let it happen.
