They were such happy occasions. He was a jolly older man, always smiling. He knew a spunk happy boy when he saw one and was very generous with his sperm.
Brother Benedict used to take me to the greenhouse in the abbey vegetable garden so he could lift up his robe and slip his big hairy spunker in my mouth and feed me his hot 'holy seed' when I used to help out on Saturdays in the school Summer holidays. I had to pop a couple of fingers up his hairy arse-hole and rub his nub which always made him spurt like a horse. I was happy to help him out with his blue balls.