Leaving Father Steven, Tony, and Justin at the rectory, Donald and I went to my house to talk. We were both fucked out for at least a couple of hours after being with Father Steven.
"Hell, if I had known a hot daddy like you, Brian, lived almost next door I would have been over here weekly when I turned fourteen. That's when I was taught to suck cock," Donald said.
He followed me to the family room, and we sat next to each other on the sofa facing the fireplace.
" Fourteen?" I asked. "Who was your teacher? Father Steve?" I suddenly felt more atoned to him and curious about who was the lucky man he first blew.
"Well," Donald said turning to look at me putting one leg on the couch. "I wanted a BB rifle and was short ten dollars. I asked everybody if they would loan me the bucks." He stared to smile and began to play with his cock while looking into my eyes. I didn't look away and fought, pulling him into my arms.
"Okay, what happened?" I put my left hand on his knee and gently rubbed it.
"Well, my Uncle Ray heard about my problem. You've seen him, I think. He comes over to see my dad."
I watch him play with the head of his cock. I wanted to take it again in my mouth, but I also wanted to know who taught him to suck so good.
"I think he was about thirty years old then and was divorced," Donald said. "It was after school, and no one was home when he stopped to see me. He said he had the ten dollars, but I had to find it on his body and then do him a favor before he gave it to me."
I could see his precum on the head of his lovely cock. "Fuck babe, what happened?" I adjusted my own semi-hard ass fucker and still kept my hand on his leg.