Middle Men

I straightened and stretched out my back. Up on the hill, where my church had stood for the last two hundred years, I could see the city of Paris in all its glory. It was a wonderful place to be but looking after my flock and keeping the grounds neat and tidy were getting to be too much. Not physically; I was strong and hearty. I just had no time for myself, no time to develop any interests outside the church. I turned to see a young man leaning on the metal railings.

The old longings, the ones I had denied for so long, woke at the sight of the long legs encased in torn jeans.

“Can I help you?” I walked toward the stranger, my cock already hardening with arousal.

“I was thinking it was more that I could help you.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, looking over the dirty blond curls and full mouth and pushing away the sinful thought of what I’d really like help with.

“There’s a lot of tidying up to do, and you look tired. How about I take over and you provide me with a meal?”

I hesitated. “I don’t know.”

“What harm can it do? And it would be a mutually beneficial arrangement.”

I consider the proposition for a moment and nodded. “Chicken stew and bread all right?”

Standing at the sink a short while later, I looked out of the kitchen window and watched the young man weeding, digging and tidying. Reaching down, I allowed myself a feel of my cock. I was tempted to take it out and seek some release as I watched the enticing sight in front of me, but years of denial ran deep. Instead I opened the back door and called out, “Food’s ready.”

I watched as the younger man stripped off his shirt and washed in the kitchen sink. His body didn’t have an ounce of spare fat and by the looks of the taut muscles he was used to hard, physical work.

“What’s your name?”

“Luc,” the stranger answered. “Do you mind if I leave my shirt off while I eat? It’s too grubby to wear in good company.” His smile lit up his face but didn’t hide the sadness in his eyes.

“No, I don’t mind.” We shook hands. “I’m Father James, but just call me James, and thank you for offering to help.”

“I’d nothing better to do, nowhere else to go and I’m hungry.”

“Sit down, help yourself.” I poured us both glasses of wine and watched as Luc ate the food like he’d not eaten in days. When we’d both finished, we sat around the fire eating Cherry Clafoutis. “What you were saying earlier, are you telling me you’ve nowhere to sleep tonight?”

Luc shook his head. “My landlord kicked me out.”

“Why?”

“He didn’t like that I brought other men back to my room.”

I reached over and squeezed Luc’s broad shoulder. “You poor thing. I have a spare room, you can stay tonight and tomorrow we will see if we can find you somewhere more suitable.” I let my hand linger on the hard muscle but before I knew what he was doing, Luc had thrown himself on the floor and was hugging my knees in thanks. I prayed to my god that he couldn’t feel my rock-hard shaft pressing into his cheek.

“Thank you, Father, I can’t thank you enough. I’ll do whatever you like to make up for your kindness.”

Images of his writhing body under me flooded into my mind. I pulled him to his feet. “Stand up, you don’t have to kneel to me and if you feel the need to thank me I can give you more jobs in the morning, in exchange for breakfast. For now I’ll show you to your room.”

Later, I sat on my bed looking into the mirror that was on the chest of drawers. It was angled perfectly so I could see across the landing. Luc walked into the bathroom and I gave a silent thank-you that the door was left open enough for me to get a good view of the young man stripping off his clothes. Looking over the firm thighs, tight butt and muscular shoulders, I stifled a groan of approval and then one of disappointment as Luc disappeared out of view when he climbed in the bath.

Searching through my wardrobe, I pulled out an old dressing gown, walked over to the bathroom and knocked on the door. “I’ve an old robe for you. I’ll hang it on the door.”

“Do you want to bring it in?”

I hesitated. I’d never seen another man naked, only imagined it, and now I didn’t know if I was strong enough to resist. I walked in averting my gaze from the body that was already taunting me with its promise of forbidden pleasure.

“I’ll hang it here; oh, and I’ll sort you some pajamas out, it’s cold in these bedrooms.”

“No need, I prefer to sleep naked.”

“Oh.” My mouth dried up at the image his words conjured up in my mind and I had to swallow and lick my lips to stop them sticking together.

“Why don’t you sit over there and we can talk while I have a good soak. It’s a while since I had a bath and I’d like to take full advantage.”

I pulled down the toilet lid and sat down only half listening, my attention wandering to my almost painful erection and the need for some sort of release.

“How long have you been a priest?”

“All my life, or it seems like it.”

“So you’ve never married?”

“No, this life is all I’ve ever known.” So few words that covered so many long, frustrating nights.

“Don’t you get lonely?”

“Sometimes but my parishioners keep me busy.”

“But still...” He stood abruptly. “Pass me the towel.”

Once again, I averted my gaze as I passed him the towel. “Good night, I hope you sleep well. I rise early; I’ll try not to wake you.”

I marched over to my bedroom and shut the door, falling to my knees and praying for the strength to resist the lure of the semi-naked man only yards from me. Half an hour later, lying in bed and far from sleep, I allowed myself the sin of self-abuse. My cock was as hard as iron and I so needed the release. With the image of the young man in the bath before me it didn’t take more than a few strokes. Biting my lip, I stifled the best climax I’d had in years. I fell asleep with the thought that in the morning, Luc could be gone and so could the little possessions and money I had.

Two days later, Luc was still doing odd jobs for me, still sleeping in the spare room, and it felt like torture but it was a torment I didn’t want to end.

“I’ve finished the flower beds.” He gave me a smile that went straight to my groin.

“Can you go into town and get this shopping? I’ve got to visit Madame Allander; her husband died last night.”

I watched as Luc cycled down the hill, unsure whether that would be the last I saw of the bike and the money and realizing I cared for neither but wanted desperately for Luc to come back. Each evening I had watched in the bedroom mirror as he stripped off, and then jerked off while I imagined his naked body in the bath. I’d gone from a man who hardly thought about sex to a demon that had to have release twice a day.

The visit to the widow took longer than I expected as most of the family seemed unable to come to terms with the death of the ninety-year-old, and I trudged back to my church and home with a heavy heart. At the leaping fire and rich smell of beef cooking on the stove I felt dizzy with happiness. Luc was at the kitchen sink peeling potatoes. For a moment I stood and watched him, wondering what it would be like to lie naked with him. I shook the thought from my head.

“You’ve cooked.”

“I hope you don’t mind, though I’m not much of a cook.” His smile when he turned to look at me reawakened my cock.

“No, I’m pleased I don’t have to start peeling vegetables.”

“Father.” Luc put down the knife and looked serious. “I’ve done something and I think you might be angry. You’ve been good to me and the last thing I want to do is upset you but I didn’t...” He stopped talking and wiped a tear from his cheek.

My heart lurched at the vulnerable man in front of me and I couldn’t imagine what would get him in such a state. “Please don’t get upset, it can’t be that bad. What have you done?”

“When I was down in the town I saw a young boy begging. He was freezing and starving and the snow is coming tonight, I can feel it in my bones.”

“And?”

“He’s in the bath. I’m sorry; Father, but I just couldn’t leave him.” Luc fell to his knees and hugged my legs begging for forgiveness. I hugged Luc to me, for a moment imagining thrusting my prick into his willing mouth. After a long moment, aware that my erect shaft must be pressing into Luc’s cheek, I pulled away.

“I’m not angry with you, but there is nowhere for him to stay.”

“He could sleep on the couch or he could share with me.”

I sighed in resignation. “He can sleep down here for tonight and then we will have to find him somewhere else tomorrow.”

“Thank you.” Luc hugged me again and for one brief second, I was tempted to kiss the young man, but common sense took over.

When the boy walked into the room, wearing the old dressing gown I had given Luc, I wasn’t prepared for how young and innocent he looked. His dark hair, still wet from the bath, clung to his neck; his eyes looked sad and soulful.

“Father, thank you for your kindness.” The boy rushed over and hugged me tight. In the brief moment our bodies were crushed together, I cursed fate that I’d been brought such temptations.

I sat the shivering boy down near the fire. “What’s your name and how old are you?”

“My name is Michel and I am nineteen.”

“Don’t lie to me, boy, you look no older than sixteen. You realize I will be in great trouble if you are underage and your parents are looking for you.”

“I might be many things, but I’m not a liar, Father. I turned nineteen last week and as for my parents, they died when I was young. I’ve been living with my older sister but her husband turned on me, wanting me out.”

I nodded in sympathy. “Luc, can you find him something to wear while we wash and dry his clothes, and then we’ll get something to eat? I’m sure you both are as hungry as me.”

All through the night, I was tortured by dreams of the two young men’s writhing naked bodies, hot hard cocks, needy mouths and willing asses. When I awoke with a start the next morning I was wet with nocturnal juices and filled with determination that I would have to get rid of the source of the torment.

I tiptoed down the stairs, glancing over at the curled-up body on the couch; by the looks of things it hadn’t been a comfortable night’s sleep. Putting on the kettle, I turned to see Luc walking into the room, all toussled hair and wistful smile.

“Tonight, he can sleep in my bed and I’ll sleep down here,” Luc said, as his hand reached into his jeans to adjust his semi-aroused prick.

“Only one more day, Luc, just until his clothes are dry.” I knew I was frowning; I couldn’t help it. Things were getting out of hand. Instead of thinking about my sermons, my thoughts were filled with lust for my two companions.

Once the boy was awake, we sat around the table eating toast and jam. “This isn’t charity, Michel, I expect you to work for your keep. While Luc is clearing the snow, you can clean in here and prepare our dinner. I’ve some parish business to attend to. And Michel, I would appreciate it if you stayed in the house. I don’t want people getting the wrong idea about you.”

As I wondered back up the path some time later, I cursed that it had been a wasted journey. The widow had already found her feet and gone out for the day without even bothering to send me a message. As I passed by the front of the church I noticed Luc’s abandoned spade leaning against the church wall. Angry that he’d slacked off, I marched around the back of the church to the cottage. Quietly opening the door, I scanned the room and saw that the chores had been abandoned also. I was more than angry when I heard the creak of the bed in the room overhead. As quietly as I could, I climbed the old stairs. Luc’s bedroom door was ajar. I listened for a moment and thought I could hear what I imagined were groans of pleasure. Now I was not only angry that they had left their tasks but I was furious that Luc had taken advantage and seduced the young boy. Stepping into the room, I stifled a gasp of shock. Luc was on the bed on all fours while Michel rammed his stiff prick in and out. Luc’s fingers gripped Michel’s hips tightly. Both seemed oblivious to my presence. I walked out of the room, down the stairs and out the door and carried on walking, a mixture of emotions tearing through me: anger, arousal and most of all jealousy.

I wanted to be on the bed thrusting hard into Luc’s body. I wanted to be on my hands and knees taking Michel’s cock. I wanted to feel their lips on mine, their naked bodies close to me. Instead, I would be sleeping alone, tortured by their very presence. There was only one thing to do, and with a heavy heart I set off back home.

This time when I walked up the path, I noticed that it had been cleared of snow, and opening the cottage door, I was assailed by the smell of cooking. The fireplace had been cleaned and the flames leaped out to greet me.

Luc was stirring some food in a pan, while Michel was buttering the bread. “We expected you ages ago,” Michel said, seeming oblivious to the black mood that I’d brought in with me.

“I had things to think about,” I snapped as I hung up my coat.

“Luc was saying I could sleep in his bed tonight and he would take the couch. Would that be fine with you?”

“Yes.”

“And tomorrow...”

“And tomorrow, we go into town and find a better place for both of you.” I ignored the crestfallen faces. “I’m getting a bath; I’ll eat when I’ve finished.”

As I was waiting for the bath to fill, I lay on the bed feeling an overwhelming sadness that once again I would be on my own, but I knew it was the right thing to do. I couldn’t take anymore, especially after what I had seen. There was a light tap on the door.

“Come in.” I sat up as Luc walked into the room.

“Can we talk? Is this about what you saw this afternoon?”

“I didn’t think you’d even noticed me.”

“It’s not a sin what we were doing. We were just taking pleasure...”

“Sin or not, that isn’t the problem. He’s a young boy in my care and you seduced him.”

“Whoa, I did nothing of the sort. He made the moves; he called all the shots. I admit I didn’t put up much of a fight; all I wanted was someone to love me, just for a while. Please don’t throw us out because of that, these few days with you have made me very happy.”

“I think it would be best for all of us if you both leave tomorrow. Now I need to get a bath before the water runs cold.” I walked out of the room before I changed my mind.

As I came down the stairs, Michel was serving the food. I noticed there were only two plates. “Where’s Luc?”

“He’s gone for a walk. He told me about this afternoon, when you saw us. I’m sorry but please don’t blame Luc for what I did. It was all my fault. I just wanted to be close to someone just for a while. Luc is so happy here with you, don’t send him away. I’ll leave tonight, now, if you want me to, just don’t turn Luc away.”

His eyes, big and round like saucers, beseeched me not to turn the other man out. “No, you can both stay tonight; it’s nearly freezing out there. We’ll discuss things further in the morning.”

“Thank you, Father.” Michel flung himself into my arms and his soft, full lips brushed against my mouth. My fingers touched where the kiss had been. “I’m sorry, Father, please don’t be angry, I just wanted to thank you.”

“That’s the first time I’ve ever been kissed.” I said, ashamed to admit my innocence.

Michel’s hand came up to caress my face. “You mean you’ve never been with a man or woman?”

I shook my head, my face flushed with embarrassment. Michel moved closer, his hand reaching out to cup my cheek.

“I don’t think your god would mind you seeking a little comfort from another person.”

I tried to move away, but Michel backed me up until my body hit the wall.

“You’ve been so good to me; let me be good to you.” His lips trailed kisses down my neck and a hand made its way up my thigh, resting on my hardening cock. Our lips met and I let the pleasure wash over me, unable to resist any longer. Michel sank to his knees and I shook my head in denial.

“Let me,” Michel said, his determined voice belaying his years. His hand moved up and pulled down my pajamas. At the first touch of the warm lips on my cock, I knew I couldn’t stop what was about to happen. I was in heaven as the experienced mouth brought me to a quick climax. Michel stood and took my hand.

“The meal can wait, but I can’t. Let’s go to bed.” Michel led the way, pulling me up the stairs. In the bedroom, he pushed me on to the bed where I lay, shivering with anticipation.

“I won’t hurt you.” Michel sat at the side of me, pulling off his clothes. “I’ll go get the oil from the other bedroom. Get under the covers; it’s freezing, and I’ll warm you up.”

As I lay there, aroused, thrilled, terrified, the bedroom door crashed open.

“So, you’ve thrown him out.” Luc came marching into the room.

I pulled up the covers and stared, unable to say anything, as a naked and erect Michel walked in behind him.

Luc looked from the naked boy to me. “What’s going on here?”

“What does it look like?” Michel said, climbing into the bed beside me. “Thought we were going to have to start without you.”

Luc stood at the door, looking unsure what to do next.

“Come on, get in and join us.” Michel said.

I lay there, dazed and confused at what was happening. Luc didn’t need a second invitation and ripped off his clothes, jumping in on the other side of me.

“We have to take it slow and gentle. James has never been intimate with anyone before.”

Luc caressed my face. “You mean you’re a virgin?”

I nodded. “Until today, I’d never even been kissed.”

Luc pressed his lips to mine, gently at first, thrusting in his tongue as he felt me respond. He pulled away and reached down, stroking my cock. I trembled with delight. “Please make love to me,” Luc whispered.

“I don’t know I...” Even to my own ears I sounded pathetic.

“Climb into the middle,” Michel said to Luc.

He slid over me and settled between us, rolling over onto his belly. Michel took my hand and covered my fingers in oil and guided my hand to the taut buttocks.

“Just slide one finger in; prepare him for this.” Michel stroked his oily hand up and down my aching shaft. My finger slipped into Luc’s tight hole and I knew there was no turning back. I was going to lose my virginity, I was going to find out what it felt like to love and be loved, fuck and be fucked. Another finger slipped in as the hand tightened on my cock.

“I think you’re both ready.”

Luc got on his hands and knees, wiggling his ass, taunting, seducing, tormenting me. Michel guided my prick. “Push in gently.”

I thrust forward and the pleasure was immense, more than I had ever imagined.

“Fuck him, James. Fuck him hard.”

The profanities spewing forth from the young man’s mouth spurred me to ram harder into the pliant body in front of me. Suddenly, my own body was being breached. Michel’s greased finger entered my body and at first it felt like a violation and then quickly turned to exquisite pleasure. Each thrust of his finger caused me to push even hard into Luc. I half cried, half screamed out as I climaxed. Nothing had prepared me for how good it would feel. I lay down beside Luc, wondering if they had anything else in store for me, but as I turned on my side, propping myself up on my elbow, Michel began to suck on Luc’s still erect prick and I knew it wasn’t over.

“Kiss me.” Luc said and I leant over, kissing him hard, finding even this simple pleasure a massive turn-on. Luc gripped my hair as he gave a few final thrusts into Michel’s mouth. I lay back sated and exhausted.

“We haven’t finished yet.” Michel pulled me into the middle. “Luc told me the first moment he saw you, he wanted your cock in him. The first time I saw you, I wanted to fuck you into the floor. Turn over.”

I was too scared of what was coming next to get aroused. I closed my eyes expecting his blunt finger to breach my virgin ass once again but instead I felt a wet, experienced tongue. My eyes shot open. Michel was looking at me, stroking my face, which meant it was Luc’s tongue that was taking me to heaven.

“Don’t be afraid, James,” he said, and he reached over, slipping a finger in before mounting me. Two pairs of hands were everywhere, teeth were nibbling my ears, my nipples; tongues were in my ears and then there was a mouth on my cock and the steady thrust of Michel in my ass. I gripped the sheets as wave after wave of pleasure shook my body. We all lay down, wet with sweat, exhausted but happy. They both curled up into my arms and snuggled down against the bitter cold and within minutes I heard Michel’s soft snores at my side.

“Any regrets?” Luc whispered in my ear.

I shook my head. “None.”

“So why look so serious?”

I turned and smiled. “I was just trying to work out how we’ll get the bigger bed up those stairs.”

Luc kissed me and spooned up behind me. This wasn’t going to be easy, but it sure was going to be fun.