It was our favorite place to skinny dip, St. John’s. It was a huge estate with a church, seminary and nunnery on it. There was a large pond on the property as well. There was a fence, but for eighteen-year-old boys it was no problem, none at all. So, almost every night during the summer after graduation we would sneak over the fence, glide to the pond, set lookouts, strip and go skinny dipping. There were usually about five of us, though sometimes there were nine or more. Frankly, though I was pretty much hetero, I was very anal and had fantasized about cocks so seeing all the bouncing dicks of my buddies was hot. Whenever I would start to erect, I would go into the water. I really didn’t think it would be good to let them see me get a hard on from looking at them.
About the middle of the summer, most of my buddies were out of town, their families on vacation. I had nothing to do, so I sneaked onto the church property by myself. I was very quiet, as I had no lookout. I guess it was about 10:30 when I heard the voices. I quickly glided to the shore, grabbed my clothes and hid. It was two nuns. They passed right by me. I heard one say, “it’s okay, they’re not here tonight.”
The other nun laughed, “Too bad, I really like watching them.”
This brought a laugh from the other nun as well. I realized these two nuns had been spying on us as we swam naked. They sat on the edge of the lake and talked. I could hear them perfectly.
“Is Father Jackson still bothering you?”
The other replied in a bit of a bantering tone, “yes. Yesterday he came into my room and exposed himself. It was a bit pitiful.”
They both laughed, and then, amazingly kissed. They hugged, kissed, and I saw their hands moving. They talked, kissed, and, slowly, disrobed. I was amazed at how young they were, and how pretty. One had large breasts with very big nipples and the other had tiny “bee sting” breasts. Both had hairy crotches. I stood there, naked, hard and jerking my dick as these two beautiful nuns made love. Although there was some oral sex, it was brief. They masturbated each other more and kissed, long and deep. Finally, I suppose both orgasmed. They talked awhile more about nothing, dressed and then left. I had orgasmed twice.
I began to go to the church grounds every night. For two nights, nothing happened. Then, the third night, I heard voices again. I hadn’t even been swimming, just hiding in the bushes. This time it was two priests, I guess they were priests. They came to the shore and sat on one of the benches there. “This okay?” one asked and the other said it was. I watched, amazed, as one, the shorter one, knelt before the other, opened his black pants, pulled out his penis and started to suck it. Again, my dick was out. This time I had also brought a good-sized cucumber, which was up my anus, and as I watched the two priests, I fucked myself with it while I masturbated. They began to take turns sucking each other, one would kneel and suck, and then they would change places. One finally came saying, “watch, here it comes.” The one who was sucking never pulled away, clearly he had swallowed the holy offering whole. When it was his turn, his priestly friend returned the favor. They both rearranged their clothing and left. They had both been fairly young, no older than thirty. To say I was amazed would be an understatement. But, peeping was sure a hell of a lot more exciting that jerking off to a tattered magazine!
After two nights of no action, I began to carefully wander the property. I found that there was a beautiful little garden close to the main seminary building. I had hit the jackpot. It seemed every night I got treated to priests having sex. I never saw any nuns again, but the priests were very, very randy. I watched them, hidden by the thick bushes, as they would fuck and suck each other. I especially loved to watch them have anal sex, as I would penetrate myself with whatever I had brought with me. As I watched, it was I being fucked. Their ages varied from my age, to sixty or even older. It seemed to me that every priest at the seminary was queer.
I had decided not to go to college, at least not right away. I got a job in a local department store, and that is another story. I continued to peep, but as the weather cooled, the outdoor activities seemed to slacken, and then stop. There was no greater desire of mine than to be invisible so I could go inside the Seminary for I knew that what they had been doing outside, they were not doing inside.
That winter, I had my first gay experience, my supervisor at the department store. We became lovers, and when I was 19 I moved to the city. My parents didn’t know it, but I moved with my lover. Although my relationship with Jonathon was great, fulfilling, I missed the stolen, secretive moments of watching priests have sex together and would often, as Jonathon made love, think of those times.
