Unholy Behavior

(This is my Valentine's Day 2025 entry. Please rate and vote. I've been tossing this idea around for a while. I've been cautious about posting it due to its nature. BlowPopJ, thank you for encouraging me to write more LGBTQA stories. The subject matter may be upsetting to some people. Please remember that love is love and everyone deserves it.)

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Sean rolled up the blind and the window. The radiator was on again. It was clanging too. He didn't like the radiator. He wished the Church would spring for central heating but that would never happen. Thanks to the radiator all of St. Patrick's Church was always nuclear hot OR nuclear cold. Sean knew he'd have to shut the window again soon. Still, he supposed he should be grateful, that he had heat at all. Sean quickly crossed himself in thanks. He was a Catholic priest after all!

He peered out the window and looked across the street. Outside, shovelling snow was Leon. Fr. Leon was a priest at the French Catholic Church across the street. Their jobs were basically the same. At St. Patrick's Church, Sean said Mass in English Latin; at St. Bernadtte's Church, Fr. Leon said Mass in French Latin.

Heavy snow was falling in Northern Quebec and Leon was shovelling the entire parking lot, school parking lot, stairs and front of St. Bernadette's Church.

Sean knew he shouldn't be looking at Leon. It was just so tempting to think of him. Sean had been looking at Leon for a while now. Leon was a young priest who was barely twenty-seven. Not that Fr. Sean was ancient or anything. Fr. Sean was only thirty-sex.

Since Fr. Leon had moved in next door, Fr. Sean had found himself looking. He wasn't a pervert or anything. They were tiny glimpses out of the corner of his eye. Sean found himself lifting the blinds in the middle of the night to see...well to see if he could glimpse a naked Leon through the window.

Fr. Sean tried to tell himself, that he was making sure that Fr. Leon was acclimating properly. Sean didn't want Leon to run into any difficulties. Still, if he were totally honest, there was no hiding it from himself Sean wanted to rip Leon's clothes off. he wanted to explore Leon''s naked body. He wanted to pepper kisses all over Leon's...especially in forbidden places.

Leon was muscular...with golden hair like a king of old. Sean had these thoughts before and he knew they were wrong. Just looking at Leon was enough to make his cock hard. He couldn't think of Leon, he couldn't think of being entwined with Leon. He was a Catholic priest for Christ's Sake! Laying with a woman was wrong, so laying with a man was doubly wrong...perhaps more than doubly wrong. Probably, more than doubly wrong. He could be sent to prison or a mental institution for his thoughts.

Still, Cian couldn't help but think of Leon on cold winter nights, lying alone in bed. There was no one else around, only the Leon of his dreams. In those sweet forbidden delightful dreams, Leon was so yielding, eager, and supplicating. Made to be...well Sean would save those thoughts for tonight.

This morning Fr. Sean was grateful for priestly vestments and the fact the Church's pews were far away from the sanctuary. Fr. Sean was sure that his cock's turgidness from thoughts of Fr. Leon could be viewed at the back of the church. He couldn't think of easement now though.

Now it was time to get Mass started. It was 6:00 am Mass but he knew Mrs. O'Leary would be coming. She came every morning come Hell or high water. No matter how deep the wind-driven February Northern Quebec snowstorms were.

Fr. Sean had to start early too. If Sean started at 6 am by Mrs. O'Leary's standards he was already late. Sean finished his coffee and put the cup in the sink. Then he put on his vestments and went to say Mass. Sure enough, Mrs. O'Leary was already there, with her brood of eight children. The three, four and five-year-olds were curled up on the pew sleeping. Sean could hear the snores. One newborn twin was in a portable seat and the other at her breast... covered by a shawl naturally. A person couldn't go to church naked!

Mrs. O'Leary's seven, eight and nine-year-olds were wide-awake. Fr. Sean knew they wanted to sleep. They were too terrified of their mother, her lectures about morality and smacks upside the head to fall asleep at Mass. Fr. Sean was the priest, yes, but it was Mrs. O'Leary who held St. Patrick's parish together. She had stern looks and a domineering attitude. She wasn't afraid of anyone or anything.

Tired, Fr. Sean performed a quick Mass. Mrs. O'Leary disapproved, Sean knew from her angry glare and arched eyebrow He knew he was on her shit list. He went back and changed out of his vestments. Then he closed the window. The room had turned nuclear cold. The snow was falling and Fr. Sean was astonished to see Fr. Leon outside shovelling. It had almost been an hour. Surely, he would have taken a coffee break?

No time like the present to help. He could brave bad weather for Leon. Sean made some coffee and filled a thermos. He put on a coat and headed over to St. Benedette's Church.

"Hey, I'm Fr. Sean I'm the priest across the street at St. Patrick's. You've been out here for a while. Do you need help?" he questioned.

"I know who you are. I'm Leon," said Leon. "I have to shovel the snow. Get ahead of it you know," said Leon. He barely paused and his eyes didn't meet Sean's.

"Oh...I should probably shovel the snow too..." Truth be told Sean was surprised that Mrs. O'Leary hadn't "drafted" one of her older children to shovel the snow. Mrs. O'Leary's children were "drafted" for lots of things. Her grandchildren and great-grandchildren would be too. Mrs. O'Leary was probably punishing Fr. Sean for the short-form mass.

"Come inside the rectory with me Leon. For Heaven's Sake, you're nearly frozen to the bone, you've been out here for over an hour. It's barely 7 am. The sun is barely up here in Northern Quebec. I brought you some hot coffee and cinnamon buns. Mrs. Harrison's eight kids have gone off to college now. She was used to baking for them all...she gives me all the baked goods now. Forces them on me really---Mrs. Harrison is the best baker I know. I think we should go into the rectory, in fact, I insist on it. Hot coffee and cinnamon buns!" said Sean. He wanted to get to know Leon. Sean was determined that Leon would have coffee with him.

Leon paused in his shovelling. He had been up for a while now. He was cold to the bone, hungry and tired. Despite, Fr. Sean's attempts to hide it, Leon knew Sean had been eye-fucking him. At first, Leon had been unsure and a little nervous. What did Fr. Sean's looks of desire mean? Eventually, Leon had grown to like them.

He'd looked at Fr. Sean a time or two too. Sean had curly copper hair and was built like a fireman. Looks from and at Sean made Leon's cock quiver. It also bothered him. He wanted to be entangled with Sean but it was wrong? Still, how could love be wrong?

Still, inviting Sean in for a cup of coffee and cinnamon buns wouldn't cause harm, would it?

"Alright. Let's have some breakfast," stated Leon. He sat the snow shovel against St. Bernadtte's wall. The two went into the rectory and took off their winter clothes. Lucas produced two cups for the coffee as well as milk and sugar. Also two plates for the heavily frosted cinnamon buns. The two casually talked about various sports, books and news items. Eventually, the conversation played out.

"Those were the most delicious cinnamon buns I've ever had. Oh, I have something nifty to show you. We got this newfangled TV, for St. Bernadette''s school, but naturally, Sister Mary Francis disapproves...it would bring FUN into the children's lives, Sister Mary Francis thinks fun will make the children lazy...so now the TV lives here in the rectory. I was going to auction it off to raise money but truth be told I've grown fond of The George Burns and Gracie Allen Show. So for better or worse, I'm keeping it. Every Thursday, I watch it...George Burns is just so funny you know. He always makes me laugh." said Leon, as he adjusted the rabbit ears to the TV antennas.

"Good, I'm glad you have that. It's always nice to have something to watch. I'll have to join you one night. We only have an ancient radio at our rectory." said Sean. He meant it too. Sean wanted to spend as much time as he could with Leon...even if they weren't intimate, he wanted to be with Leon. Now that the conversation had come to an end, Fr. Sean looked outside. The snow was really piling up. He knew Mrs. O'Leary was FURIOUS at him for giving the short form mass. So Sean had to shovel the snow.

Little did he know that Leon was looking out the window. Leon was having troubling thoughts about Sean. Leon's cock was rock hard and wanted easement. Leon knew these were thoughts he knew he couldn't reveal in a confessional. He could only reveal the inner workings of his heart to Sean.

Sean looked forward to Thursday nights when he could watch The George Burns and Gracie Allen Show. with Fr. Leon. Thursday couldn't come fast enough. At quarter to eight, Sean found himself ringing Leon's doorbell. Fr. Sean took some chocolate chip cookies that Mrs. Harrison, the perpetual; baker, had brought him.

"Come in, come in, Sean. It's almost starting. Glad to have you. I have coffee on the table...wait let me grab some sugar. I know you like that." stated Leon. He quickly darted into the small kitchen. Then he joined Sean in the living room. The two watched TV together. It soon became their routine to watch The George Burns and Gracie Allen Show every other Thursday. Gradually, they watched other shows, and soon they were spending every night together watching TV. They'd talk about things too.

One day Leon was in the kitchen making tuna fish sandwiches when he caught Sean's eye fucking him. Leon blushed a deep red. He liked how Sean looked at him but was a bit ashamed to admit it.

"Are you looking at something in particular?" he questioned, as he raised an eyebrow and winked.

"I'm looking at you, Leon. You look very nice tonight," stated Sean. He wanted their relationship to be more than a friendship. Sean wanted it even though it was forbidden by society and by the Church. He knew they could go to jail or a mental institution But, to hell with all of that. Sean just wanted Leon. He loved spending time with Leon. What was so terrible about that?

"Oh...well thank you, Sean," said Leon. Leon blushed a deep deep red from Sean's amorous stares. Sean and Leon had spent months talking but Leon didn't know how to talk to Sean about his forbidden desires. Leon didn't know how to describe the forbidden delights he wanted to experience with Sean.

Leon wanted to tell Sean about his dirty dreams and forbidden desires. He wanted to tell Sean about unmentionable subjects that came to him in the long and lonely nights. He wanted to be Sean's friend...well friend and other things.

What if these forbidden desires ruined their relationship forever? Leon had been told in the seminary that violent delights had violent ends. That even the sweetest honey became unbearable if one ate it all the time. Leon wanted Sean but what about the consequences...the entire world said it was wrong. Only Leon's heart, and cock, said it was right.

Still, the air was thick with unspoken words. Sean and Leon both knew what they wanted.

Sean stood up and walked into the kitchen. He fiercely kissed Leon. They were throwing caution to the wind and thinking only of each other.

"I'm going to take off my clothes and then you're going to take off your clothes. Don't tell me you don't want this because we both know we do," stated Sean. He quickly kissed Leon again, for both luck and reassurance. Then fiercely French kissed him.

Soon the men stood before each other naked. Neither had seen a naked man before and found it very spellbinding. There was something about staring at another man's erect cock, that was so strange...and arousing. Both Sean and Leon were proud they'd caused another man's cock to grow so tumescent.

In unison, they both reached out and stroked each other's cock. "Tell me what you're thinking, I need to know, I want you so much," said Sean. It felt odd to be exploring another man's turgid cock but also right. Sean pulled Leon to him, and Sean fiercely French kissed Leon. They both wanted this more than anything but so far, Sean had been playing a strong hand. He wanted Leon to make love to him instead of forcing Leon into this.

"Do you want this Leon?" questioned Sean again.

"Truthfully...Honestly...I'm...I'm a little scared. I have butterflies in my stomach. I've wanted to do this for a LONG time but...isn't it wrong? I've never even done this with a woman..." started Leon. He was nervous, afraid and his voice was trembling still he felt safe in Sean's warm embrace. He felt like he belonged there. Leon, an orphan, had never felt like he belonged. Sean made him feel secure. Leon could feel Neil's hardness grow ever more tumescent. He could feel the mineral oil Sean had used, dripping between his thighs. Leon wanted this...didn't he?

"We can stop if you really want...I won't mind...that much. But, let's just keep going for a bit longer. Doesn't my hand feel nice upon your cock? Your cock is so hard too. Let's go up and down, up and down...you're shaking like a baby bird, Leon...do you still want this?" questioned Sean. He honestly, didn't know if he could stop, but somehow if Leon asked, he would.

Sean knew they were both virgins, when it came to men and women, Leon had every right to be scared. Sean was scared too, but he was also harder than he'd ever been in his life. Still, it was time to move on. This seemed SO right. Do or die. Leon would never know if he liked it. Sean's turgid cock tore through Leon's virgin cherry in one fell thrust.

Leon let out a gasp of surprise and maybe of pain. After all, he'd never had anything back there before. Here he was impaled upon Sean. Leon was supported by Sean's cock and the oak table in front of him. He moaned again. It was a deep moan of earthly pleasures and forbidden temptations. Sean pulled out again and shoved it. The modicum amount of mineral oil they'd used was not sufficient. They'd remember that for the next time. Right now, Leon clung to the oak table as if it were a life raft, in a raging tempestuous storm. Leon was moaning in pleasure.

Sean pulled out and shoved in. Again and again and again. Leon didn't know what he was feeling. He was just seeing stars and galaxies unknown.

Unknown and inexperienced bliss coursed through Leon's body. Leon's entire being was trembling as him as his hole was spread for the first time, stretched out around the head of Sean's throbbing cock.

"Yes, keep going, yes keep it up. Just like that!" cried Leon as he tried to impale himself deeper and deeper on Sean's thick cock. It was as hard as steel. Leon wanted to go as deep as possible. He wanted to merge with Sean's atoms.

"Uhh..." moaned Sean as he came. He had tried to fuck Leon for as long and as hard as possible. He had tried to go balls deep on Leon. But, Sean was new at fucking in general. He felt like he'd disappointed Leon. He hadn't lasted long at all. Still, he kept pumping his hands on Leon's tumescent cock. It was slick with sweat and mineral oil. He reached down to cup Leon's balls.

Soon Leon screamed in bliss and pleasure he clung to the oak table, pushed it to the floor and came. He fell limp into Sean's embrace. The couple never knew how they made it back to the bedroom. They lay all night together. Kissing, fawning and rubbing each other, till dawn...when daybreak broke the lovers' spell.

After their first time was over, Sean and Leon couldn't get enough of each other. They were addicted. It was sinful bliss every time they fucked and they fucked every chance the lovers had. They saw stars and mystical worlds when their atoms merged, universes were born and died when they made love. Fr. Sean and Leon experimented on one another. They tried to find new ways, at least new to them, of making love.

There had been that extremely hot night when Sean discovered the position he'd loved most. Both naked and turgid again, the sweat was rolling off their backs, Leon had kissed the tip of Sean's cock and licked down Sean's shaft...slowly...teasingly but it was agonizing for Sean. Sean had no idea where Leon had this idea but he never wanted Leon to stop. He ran his hands through Leon''s golden hair encouraging him to continue. Sean wanted Leon to go deeper...as deep as possible. Sean wanted Leon to swallow all of him.

Leon slowly cupped Sean's heavy balls, gently rolling them around in his hands. Then with one swift move, he pushed Sean against the sofa and took Sean's balls into his mouth. He alternated between the two and also sucked on Sean's cock. He was teasing Sean now that they'd grown familiar with each other's bodies.

"Leon!" pleaded Sean his voice was thick with frustration and need. It had been about three days since they'd fucked. Sean didn't know where Leon had come up with the idea of sucking on his cock and balls but it was driving Sean insane with forbidden deights. Sean looked at Leon as Leon serviced his cock. Leon had a body like the kings of old. Sean would swear that Leon had walked out of an Arthurian myth and into his bed. If it was possible Sean gew even harder. It was agonizing when Leon paused his deepthroating and look up at Sean.

"Maybe I should stop...you don't really want to do this do you? Teased Leon, as he winked.

Sean could form no words. He just moaned with pleasure, delight and need.

Leon continued stroking Sean's cock from the tip to the cum-heavy balls. Leon knew his lover was close to bursting. Leon wanted to tease and take his time with Sean.

Sean was gasping, as Leon kept stroking his cock. Leon temptingly licked the tip again. "I just want your mouth on my cock. Please keep doing that! It feels SO good. I can't explain it...I'll do it to you after...to show you. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!!!" begged Sean with need.

Leon couldn't deny his lover anything. He fell on Sean's cock and worshiped it. Soon Sean explored everywhere. Then just to show his beloved how good it felt Sean did the same thing to Leon. The inexperienced lovers explored that position for many nights to come.

More weeks went by soon it had been nearly four months. Fortunately, the forbidden amorous interactions between Leon and Sean went unnoticed by the parishioners but interfered with their priestly duties. Fussy interfering parishioners like Mrs. O'Leary weren't afraid to lecture the priests on what they considered to be the Church's decline.

Soon came the worst morning or best of Fr. Sean's life. He and Leon had an evening that was more amorous than all the others put together. The love the couple had shared was sweeter than wine. Spent, they'd both fallen asleep in each other's arms.

A repeated firm loud and persistent banging at the door woke Fr. Sean up. It sounded like a thunderstorm or earthquake.

"Father, Father, FATHER are you alright? It's 6:45 and no one is saying mass!" stated Mrs. O'Leary. She was in the living room of the rectory. Sean had forgotten that Mrs. O'Leary had the keys to the rectory. She'd cooked and cleaned for the previous priests. Men, especially priests, couldn't be expected to take care of themselves. Last night had been so good...Sean wanted nothing more than to spend the day with Leon. They could kiss, cuddle and canoodle. However right now, Fr. Sean had a bigger problem.

"Father Sean, Father Sean, FATHER SEAN...are you alright?" questioned Mrs. O'Leary, as she explored the house. Sean presumed she was looking for his dead body. That was the only excuse for missing mass.