Father H and Sister Bernice

This is about my experience of which I would not claim I was taken advantage of but was tutored in the art of loving ones self and others. I had always wanted to be an altar boy, a goal that I think most boys raised catholic might aspire to. This was in the mid to late 60s about the time that the catholic church was changing from an all Latin mass to English. I was having great difficulty with learning the Latin so I was older than most who get to serve at the Altar. Father H tutoring after school each day. I agreed and we setup a time that worked for us both and we would start the next day. Off of the vestibule to the side of the Altar was the room where the altar boys would change into their cassocks for the service. It was decided that would be the room where we would meet and go over the lessons for learning the Latin phrases used during mass and the timing at which to say them. The first day was uneventful as was about the rest of the week. On Friday, Father H asked if I was available on Saturday for some extra tutoring. I replied that I would do almost anything so I could get the chance to serve my first mass. Father H said, Great! Meet me in the Cassock room after the 8:00 am mass on Saturday. Now, I was a late bloomer and just discovering the great feelings of self gratification. I have had the few awkward moments waking up after a wet dream with messy undies and wondering what the hell happened. I also have had the moments of locking myself in the bathroom sniffing my older sisters soiled undies while pleasuring myself. I only mention this because while I was new to this part of adolescence I was not a complete novice. Around 9:00 am I show up as planned to meet Father H. I enter the Cassock room and he is not there just yet. I get out the missile and start going over the phrases in my head. About 9:15 Father is still not there and I am getting bored doing my lessons. I start to wander around the room and go over to the window and pull the shade aside to see what is outside. Well, I see the convent and its backyard face this side of the building and I can see into some of the windows of the convent. Also, a few of the Nuns are in the yard tending to their garden. I am somewhat taken aback because they are not wearing their normal Penguin outfits while doing their chores but are dressed in street clothes. One of the nuns, was wearing a loose fitting white T-shirt and Bermuda shorts! While she is down on all fours pulling weeds I can see down the t-shirt her cleavage! Now, you have to remember the times. This is in the 1960s and to see the cleavage of a nun is the best thing that could happen! While I am watching through the window I start to feel things stirring in the southern regions if you catch my drift and within a short time I have a boner! Without much thought, my hand drifts down and I start to massage the tiny bulge that has started to take form in my jeans. I am focused on Sister Bernice and her cleavage and get discouraged as she changes position and the sight disappears. But wait! She has turned in such a way and I am given a beautiful shot of her backside in those Bermuda shorts. I had not to this point of my life realized that the backside of the female could be just as stirring as the breast region! I unbutton my jeans and slide my hand inside so I could get a firm grasp on the situation and start the slow steady process of stroking my little wiener to what I am hoping will be a pleasurable conclusion! At this stage in life it takes no time to reach a point where you just know you cant stop. I have been locked in a trance for I am not sure how long and I am at the point of no return when I hear the click of the door opening. Just as the juice starts to flow, I look over my shoulder and there standing not five feet away is Father H! My grasp tightens and I cannot stop the jerking motion and the creamy white milk from my lower regions is squirting all over the windowsill! To say that I am embarrassed would not give an accurate description of how I felt at this moment in time! Father H, comes over and places a hand on my shoulder, looks me in the eye and tells me to go get cleaned up and come back so we can have a talk about what just happened. If response is positive I will continue... Thanks for reading.