Mid-War Crisis

Summary: Trapper pays a nighttime visit to Father Mulcahy.


Trapper woke to a bladder that was screaming at him. He was slightly horrified to notice that the two of them, no doubt helped by the booze, had fallen asleep in their birthday suits. Hawkeye currently lay on his side, facing away from Trapper, the cleft of his cute ass clearly visible in the moonlight.

Wait, cute ass? It was starting to come back to him now. Trapper felt the pangs in his chest as he began to recall the events of the evening before. He distinctly remembered his dick being in a very warm place.

Trapper barely made it to the latrine. He had to waste time fumbling around with his clothes so that he wouldn’t have to run across the camp naked. He didn’t feel like having to explain that one.

Trapper tried to fight it, but he couldn’t help getting sick. A night with a nurse never ended like this. Why was this having such an effect on him?

Maybe he was afraid of losing his best friend. What if they could never look each other in the eye again? Hawkeye was the furthest thing from homosexual, as far as Trapper was concerned. What if Hawk remembered it differently than he did?

Trapper couldn’t bear to think of the different reactions Hawkeye might have. And he couldn’t sleep. After a little thought, he decided to confide in someone who he knew would not judge him and who was bound by oath to keep their confidence. He wondered if he should disturb Father Mulcahy at such a late hour. Maybe Trapper was a little insensitive at times, but he was also a doctor and knew that causing another person lack of sleep was probably low on his list of priorities. On the other hand, one could argue that “a friend in need is a friend in deed”. Whatever. Trapper found the priest’s tent and wasted no time in knocking.

A few seconds passed before Trapper could hear anything. There was then a soft shuffling before the door to the Father’s tent finally opened.

“Trapper? What can I do for you, my son?”

“Father, , I realize it’s late, but could I please come in? I’d like to discuss a private matter with you.” Trapper couldn’t help but focus on the area of bare flesh before him. Father Mulcahy had obviously made a rushed effort to put on his robe and had left his entire upper chest exposed to Trapper.

Father Mulcahy’s face flushed warm pink when he realized Trapper’s eyes were exploring his chest. He pulled his robe tighter around his body, effectively breaking the momentary tension.

“Sorry, Father, I’m just lost in thought, I guess. May I come in?”

“Of course, my son.” Father Mulcahy still seemed very reluctant even as he escorted Trapper into his tent.

Father Mulcahy settled himself on the edge of his bed. As Trapper took a chair. “Now,” he began, “what is it that’s troubling you, Trapper?”

“Father, could you please call me John? I consider this to be sort of like a confession. After all, I am Catholic.” Trapper wasn’t sure how he was going to go about telling Father Mulcahy about what had happened with Hawkeye, but for some reason he knew he had to. It wasn’t that Trapper was worried about what they did. He had to admit that he was a little worried about what the whole thing meant.

He just hoped he could keep his mind off of that bare skin in front of him. It was a little unnerving to think that being with one man would sway him so drastically toward men in general. Maybe he was just so tired and horny that men were looking more appetizing by the minute.

“John, please. You can talk to me. “Father Mulcahy help up his cross and gave Trapper his boyish smile. Trapper gulped. This was going to be quite an interesting confession.

“Let’s see if I can remember how to do this right. It’s been a while since I’ve attended church.” A crooked grin spread across Trapper’s face at Father Mulcahy’s raised eyebrows.

“You know me, John. I am, at times, known to be the definition of informal.”

Trapper chuckled. He knew that to be true. “OK, father.” Trapper was so nervous right now that he didn’t know if he could go through with this. But he had already come too far. The cat was already out of the bag, so to speak.

Father Mulcahy was waiting very patiently, calm as always.

“Father, I slept with a man.” There. Now it was out.

Or maybe not quite. Father Mulcahy’s brow furrowed as he formulated his response. “It is not a crime, John,” he finally spoke, ”to sleep in the same bed with another man. In fact, there have been one or two instances here where I’ve heard of soldiers forced to resort to the exact same practice in order not to freeze to death.”

“Father, I don’t think you understand my meaning. Before I slept in the same bed with this man, I, uh, had sex with him.”

The color seemed to completely drain from Father Mulcahy’s face. The only sign that he was still alive was the occasional blinking of his eyelids. He looked down and away from Trapper.

“Father Mulcahy, please. Say something.”

“I’m sorry, my son. I seem to have lost all words.” He again met Trapper’s eyes. “It’s just that I never expected this from you. Was the other man one of our own?”

Trapper was very uneasy now. He had never expected Father Mulcahy to ask names. He didn’t know if he could tell him. What if Father Mulcahy never looked at Hawkeye the same way again? He couldn’t bear it if that happened.

“Father, I-”

“It’s okay, my son. You needn’t divulge any actual names. I would just take a little comfort in knowing that this man is someone you know and trust.”

“Relax, Father. I know the guy. Quite well, in fact.” Trapper could tell by the look in Father Mulcahy’s eyes that he knew who the other man was. Against his will, explicit images popped into Trapper’s head. Hawkeye’s muscles spasming around his thrusting cock as the man below him wet the sheets with semen…

Trapper was horrified as he felt an erection stirring. His hands fell to his lap, hopefully in a casual enough way. But he had a feeling the Padre wasn’t so easily fooled. After all, Father Mulcahy was a man and knew what came with being a man. Pun intended, of course.

“John, perhaps if we finished this conversation tomorrow?” The Father now seemed quite eager to have Trapper leave.

“I’m sorry, Father. I’ve made you uncomfortable. I’ll leave.”

It was only when Father Mulcahy covered his groin area when he stood that Trapper realized why the Padre was so quick to get him to leave.

“Father, is that a gun in your pocket, or-”

“Captain, please. You must leave now. We should continue this in the daylight.” Father Mulcahy was positively frightened. Sweat was pooling at his brow.

McIntyre knew there was a chance he could burn in Hell for this, but at the moment his dick didn’t care. He placed a cautious hand on Father Mulcahy’s shoulder.

“Trapper, you mustn’t. Please, this isn’t right.” But the Padre didn’t even attempt to move away.

“You can’t deny how right this feels, Father. You can’t tell me that right now your dick isn’t about the hardest it’s ever been.” His hand crept further along the Father’s shoulder until it brushed against and then cupped his neck. Father Mulcahy only swallowed hard.

“John, you know I am not allowed. I have taken a solemn oath.”

“I took a solemn oath on my wedding day, Father. We both know how that turned out.” Trapper grinned and moved a bit closer, delighted when their erections pressed together through their clothing.

“Trapper, please.” Father Mulcahy moaned and pressed closer to the Captain.

He wasn’t sure if it was a last ditch plea for him to stop or if it was a plea for him to continue. “Yeah, that’s it, Father.” Trapper leaned in closer and pressed his lips to the Padre’s lips. He tasted sweet, almost like he had just eaten a handful of strawberries.

Strawberries and Father Mulcahy. Mmm….

Trapper reached up and removed Father Mulcahy’s eyeglasses. The Padre revealed wide-eyed blue eyes behind long eyelashes. He was fucking beautiful.

“Trapper,” the Father began, “you do know how incredibly against oath this is for me?” There were those upturned eyebrows again, but this time they held a more sarcastic posture.

“Yes, Father, and I’m sorry. I certainly never intended for this to happen.”

Whether Father Mulcahy believed him, the Captain knew it was true. He had not planned this.

Trapper gently pushed Father Mulcahy down on the bed. He got to his knees on the mattress.

“John, please. You know this is wrong.” The Padre clutched at the cross that lay at his throat.

“Relax, Francis. I just want to make you feel good, help you release some tension.” Father Mulcahy seemed to lighten up some at the sound of his given name. It still did not quite prepare him for what happened next.

Trapper leaned in and nuzzled his face against the Padre’s chest. The robe fell open when Trapper pulled the sash free.

“You have an incredibly sexy body, Father Mulcahy.” Trapper punctuated his remark with a squeeze of the priest’s right bicep.

“Thank you, John. You know I like to work out some.” He was still very nervous and uptight. Trapper intended to remedy that.

“Well it certainly shows, Padre. As does this.” Father Mulcahy gasped as Trapper cupped his erection through his boxers. He watched, unable to resist as John pulled the waistband down to reveal the Padre’s leaking erection.

“Wow, Francis. That’s quite impressive.” Trapper wrapped his fingers around Father Mulcahy’s girth and gave it a test stroke.

Father Mulcahy groaned. No one had ever done this to him before. He had gotten himself off many times, but mostly as a hormonal teenager. His self-indulged sessions were few and far between now. He half wished he had the courage to put an end to this.

“That’s it, Father.” Trapper stroked some more, pleased when a drop of pearlescent fluid seeped from the Padre’s slit. He leaned forward and dipped his tongue in it.

The priest cried out at the feel of the hot tongue on his cock. Trapper grinned before taking the Father’s whole length into his mouth.

Father Mulcahy could not stop the moan that escaped his lips. He laid flat on the bed, robe still half on his body.

This was a first for Trapper. He and Hawkeye had fucked but had not done much in the way of foreplay. He guessed the booze had sped things up too fast.

Trapper intended to make sure Father Mulcahy received the pleasure he deserved. And Trapper found that he liked this too. It would take some practice to get really good at giving a blowjob, but right now Father Mulcahy certainly wasn’t complaining.

He was too busy moaning and clutching the back of Trapper’s head. Father Mulcahy was clearly trying his hardest to resist thrusting into the Captain’s mouth.

“It’s okay, Francis. You can fuck my mouth.” Trapper stared into Father Mulcahy’s lust-filled eyes and flicked his tongue out to taste another bead of cum that had oozed from the Padre’s slit.

He knew this would get Father Mulcahy. He just had a hunch. Soon enough, the Padre was moaning in soft gasps as he thrust in and out of that hot mouth. Trapper knew Father Mulcahy had been deprived way too long for him to last much longer, so he would have to move things along.

Father Mulcahy had a concerned look when Trapper suddenly stopped. “Is something wrong?” he asked.

“No, nothing’s wrong, Francis. I just thought we might try something different.” He could tell the Father was trembling at the mention of “something different”.

“What exactly do you mean?” Father Mulcahy asked.

Trapper claimed the Father’s swollen lips and pushed his tongue against his. Then he licked the palm of his hand. “Father,” he began, pumping his spit-slickened hand up and down the Padre’s cock again, “Please, I want to make love to you.”

Father Mulcahy looked unsure. His dick was certainly on board from the looks of it, but there clearly a battle going on in his head.

Trapper sat back on the bed and stroked his own dick to full hardness again. “How ‘bout it?” He threw his head back a little. A tiny drop of cum pooled in the hole on the head of his cock. He seemed to grow harder with each stroke.

Father Mulcahy seemed to make up his mind and wasted no time removing his robe. He seemed as surprised as Trapper when he presented his tongue at the Captain’s large dick. He let the doctor pull his head down until the tip of his tongue tasted the pool of precum that was slowly collecting at the head of Trapper’s dick. He moved his lips over Trapper’s cock and slowly began to suck.

Trapper laid back and enjoyed the feel of the chaplain’s tongue running back and forth along his throbbing cock. He could easily come from this, but Trapper had much better plans than a blowjob. He could tell they both wouldn’t last much longer. Father Mulcahy hadn’t argued much and seemed to want this as much as Trapper did. The Padre must have thought about doing this sort of thing before, whatever this sort of thing is. Otherwise, Trapper knew the priest would never consent to such acts.

Trapper reached for his pants, his dick still being sucked by Father Mulcahy, and retrieved a small bottle of lotion. “I just remembered that I had this. I was supposed to return it to a lady friend.”

The Padre pulled his mouth away when Trapper shifted. He spread the priest’s legs. “This morning, I gather?” was his response. It was said in a joking manner, though. Trapper smirked at the incredibly sexy young chaplain on the bed below him. Trapper’s cock grew even harder at the anticipation of his dick sliding in and out of the chaplain.

Trapper wasted no time pushing a lotion-coated finger into Father Mulcahy’s tight ass. The Padre only flinched a little bit at the intrusion. He soon added another finger, then another.

Father Mulcahy was definitely enjoying the feeling now, obvious from the deep moans that were coming from his throat. He was stroking his own dick and thrusting his hips onto Trapper’s fingers.

Trapper could see that Father Mulcahy wanted to be fucked now but knew he would never ask. He decided to help him out. Retrieving the lotion bottle for a second time, Trapper applied a generous handful of the lotion to his rock-hard cock and pressed the head against Father Mulcahy’s virgin opening. He rocked the Padre’s hips upward slightly and, hoping the priest was flexible, hooked his arms under Father Mulcahy’s knees and thrust forward.

“Fuck Father, My God. You are so tight, you’re killing me.”

“Sorry,” the Padre gasped.

“No, it’s a good thing.” Trapper laid down flush on Father Mulcahy as he found his rhythm. He clenched at the priest’s thighs, delighted that there was more of Francis’ bare flesh to touch. “Look into my eyes as I fuck you,” Trapper whispered. He felt the Father grow harder at the dirty talk. He slowly ground his hips back and forth between Father Mulcahy’s legs. God, he was already so close.

Father Mulcahy’s blue eyes met Trapper’s hazel ones.

“John, yes, please.” Trapper shoved in hard and deep and let go of Father Mulcahy’s legs. Trapper was delighted to feel Francis’ legs curl up around him so he could keep fucking him as deeply as possible. Father Mulcahy threw his head back, his hair mussed up from grogginess and sex. Trapper took this as a sign to keep on going at a faster pace. His dog tags moved back and forth on Father Mulcahy’s naked chest as Trapper gripped the priest’s lean hips and proceeded to pound his way into him. Father Mulcahy moaned beneath him, at times meeting Trapper’s gaze. The lust was obvious in both men’s eyes.

“Uh, uh, yes, uh, that feels so good, John.” Just then, Father Mulcahy seemed to jerk a little. Trapper felt the Father stiffen even further against his stomach. It was the same way Hawkeye had reacted when Trapper found his prostate.

“You like that, Francis?” Trapper thrust his dick in quickly, feeling about ready to burst. He rose up a little, licked his palm, and clutched at Father Mulcahy’s cock. Trapper stroked it back and forth until he felt the warm liquid splash their bellies in waves, the priest’s moans filling the air around them. Francis watched with a sex-drugged glaze as Trapper sucked at his fingers and then kissed him. Trapper knew the Father would be able to taste himself. It made Trapper even harder inside of him.

They made eye contact again, the young chaplain relaxed below the Captain, slightly flexing his muscles around Trapper’s slowly thrusting cock. Trapper’s tongue played along the priest’s ear and he turned toward him to whisper.

“I want to come in your mouth.” Trapper’s breaths were short and not far-between. He didn’t think there was any way the Father would grant his request, but he was surprised at the nod he received. He was clearly still into this but maybe too shy to speak it. Thinking of Father Mulcahy that way, his being so vulnerable, was beginning to take its toll. Trapper narrowly held back the urge to come inside the wonderful tightness of the priest. But coming in his mouth would no doubt be incredible.

Father Mulcahy had that boyish look on his face again. With glasses he was adorable. Without them, he was fucking sexy.

Trapper could not hold back any longer. He pulled out of Father Mulcahy’s deliciously tight ass and moved up until his dick was right above the chaplain’s lips. Trapper pushed the head of his swollen cock in between Father Mulcahy’s lips and stroked once before releasing a hot jet of cum into the Father’s waiting mouth. He moaned and pumped his cock, pleased when Father Mulcahy’s throat seemed to milk him for every drop. Trapper pumped his cock again, pulling the head out from between Father Mulcahy’s swollen lips and groaning as he watched the last couple of spurts spray across the priest’s tongue.

When it was all over, Trapper lay down beside Father Mulcahy and they shared a tongue-filled kiss. Trapper sucked lightly on Francis’ tongue, delighted when a tiny river of his own cum flowed into his mouth. “I have told you how incredibly adorable you are, right?” Father Mulcahy only rolled his eyes at the doctor. He promptly smiled to let Trapper know that all was pretty much okay.

“It’s okay, Trapper. I know I had a moment of weakness, which I am not particularly proud of myself for. But please don’t misunderstand me,” he quickly added. “I don’t regret anything we did. And I’m glad you are feeling better. And even though I was wrong to disobey God, I feel that what we just did was not wrong.”

Trapper could only smile and nod. He pulled Father Mulcahy against his chest and hugged him tightly.

“I’ll have to go back to the Swamp soon, Father.” Trapper wrapped his arms around Francis and whispered, “And I certainly don’t regret any of this either.”

Father Mulcahy only smiled back and laid his head on Trapper’s chest.