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Confession and Counselling  (M/M, priest)

 

 

It was mid-afternoon on Thursday and the church was all but deserted.

My school was next door and I was in trouble for truancy.  The deputy

headmaster had given me a lunch time detention, lectured me for half an

hour, then sent me over to confession for the good of my soul.  I was

the only one still waiting for confession and when the priest shuffled

in and beckoned me over, I entered the booth and knelt at the grate.  I

didn't recognise the priest and guessed he was the new one my mother had

been talking about each Sunday when she got home from mass.  The priest

asked when I had last been to confession and I told him 3 months.  He

asked me to commence and I went through some petty stuff and then told

him I'd wagged school a few times.  He asked me what class I was in and

who was my teacher.  He expressed disapproval that a 18 year old was

skipping class, lectured me for a few minutes, then asked me if there

was anything else.  I took a deep breath, and said that I'd also

committed some sins of a sexual nature.  I paused and he asked me if

this was in the way of self-abuse and I nodded and said but this time

there was more.  There was silence for a few seconds and then he asked

me to go on.  I told him that the first time I'd wagged school I'd gone

to the skate park and a man had taken me back to his house and made me

give him oral sex.

 

I had spent a couple of hours working on my board moves.  The place had

been pretty deserted and I'd had a good practise.  A man had walked over

from the carpark and watched and after a while we'd got talking.  He

seemed to know a lot about skate boarding and complimented me a lot.  He

had then asked me back to his place.  It was a hot day and he said he

had lots for me to drink and a good skating video to watch.  I got in

his car and went with him.  We sat around his place in just our shorts,

drinking sports drinks and watching this competition video.  He was

about 30 and looked fit and tanned as he sat there.  When the video was

finished he said he had another one, a bit sexy, if I liked.  I said

sure.  It was only about lunch time and I still had two or three hours.

He made me a sandwich and put on this video.  It started with a kid in

his late teens, maybe a year or two older than me, mowing the lawn.  A

trim middle aged guy opens the door and calls him inside.  He says the

kid has done a good job and hands him some money.  Then he says, before

you go there's one more thing.  He leans down and kisses the boy who,

after a moment, slowly responds.  We see a long passionate kiss then the

man pushes the boy to his knees and tugs down his shorts.  The kid looks

at the thick cock swinging there and the man tells him to kiss it.  The

boy hesitates and the man holds the boy's face and pushes his cock

against his lips, telling him to open his mouth, which he eventually

does.  There is a long scene of the boy performing oral sex.  He appears

new to the task and at times the man gets impatient and grabs him by the

side of the face and fucks his dick deeply in and out of the boy's

mouth.  He tells the kid to suck him, to lick his knob, to suck his

balls and even gets him to tongue his arse.  Then it is back in the

boy's mouth, the guy hanging onto his ears as he pistons back and forth,

finishing with the man groaning and pumping long streamers of semen into

the kid's open mouth.  My new friend stops the video and says what do I

think of that.  Given that my cock is very hard in my shorts, I can only

stammer that it was pretty good.  He smiles and stands up.  I can see

the outline of his hard cock.  He stands in front of me and with a

crooked smile, works his shorts down and steps out of them.  His cock

waves in the air before me and he tells me in a low voice to kiss it.

My mouth is dry and my stomach is churning from a combination of fear

and excitement.  I lean forward and kiss the satiny helmet that is

protruding slickly from the foreskin, sampling the salty dew.  At his

direction I continue to kiss the penis then lick it, all up and down the

hard shaft.  I open my mouth when he tells me and allow him to slowly

push his dick in past my lips then stroke it in and out.  Then I start

to bob up and down, half following his directions and half applying what

I'd seen on the video.  His hot gush of semen comes as a surprise, but I

swallow it down and he continues for a few moments to stroke in and out

of my mouth.  Then he pulls back and sits down again, telling me how I

was really good for a first timer.  Then he tells me to take down my

pants and wank myself while he watches.  I don't last long and my cum

splatters onto the floor boards.  He tells me to clean up and then

drives me back to the skate park.  He asks me when I'll be back and I

say Friday after school and then Saturday.  That Friday the skate park

is busy.  I see him watching and cruise over.  He says I'm looking good

and tells me to meet him over at the toilets on the far side of the park

in about ten minutes.  I do and give him a blow job in one of the

stalls, sitting on the toilet as he stands before me, jacking his cock

in and out of my mouth.  We do the same thing the next day.  Since then

I've wagged school once a week, spending it at his place, and sucked him

off on Fridays and Saturdays in the park toilets.

 

The priest tells me that for sure it is a sin, but that I have clearly

been coerced by an older person and I shouldn't be ashamed.  I should

report it to the police or, at the very least, tell my parents and

they'd help me to avoid this predator.  I am silent then say that I

mustn't have explained it very well.  That I like what is happening.  I

like giving him blow jobs.  In fact, I think about it all the time.

This is what worries me.  The priest says this is more serious and asks

if I feel love for this man.  I say no, it is just the sex thing.  In

fact, I think about giving oral sex to all kinds of guys, not just him.

The priest thinks for a while and says that this is a complex matter.

He thinks I need counselling and says he is just finishing up for the

day and to join him in the vestry.  We step out of the confessional and

go though to the little room.  The priest is 40ish, with cropped brown

hair, little eyes and smooth features.  He is taller and heavier than

me, but not overweight.  He shuts the vestry doors and says we can talk

while he disrobes.  I sit in a comfortable chair and he asks me what I

thought about the first time I took the man's penis in my mouth.  I told

him I was excited and wanted to please him.  He took of his crucifix,

kissing it before lying it in a drawer, then asked me if he always came

in my mouth.  I said yes.  He asked me to describe it and I told him

that after that first time the guy would always whisper that he was

about to cum and would then do little short strokes just inside my lips

so that when he came he always jetted along my tongue.  The priest took

off his robe and, as he smoothed it and hung it in the closet, asked if

I liked the taste.  I said yes, it tasted quite strong, but also kind of

sexy.  The priest asked if I got an erection and I said yes, always and

usually before I even started.  The priest asked if I had an erection

now, talking about it.  I said yes.  He asked if I was wanting to suck

cock right then.  I said yes.  He then stood before me and undid his

slacks.  He pulled them down and stepped out of them, then his

underpants.  His pale uncircumcised cock hung down limply and he told me

I could suck it.  I leaned forward and kissed and licked it before

taking it in my mouth and tugging on it with my lips.  Soon enough he

was hard and I commenced an even slurping back and forth.  After a

couple of minutes the priest took my head between his hands and started

to face fuck me, more forcefully than I had experienced before.  He was

calling me a hopeless sinner and saying that I was a shameless tempter

of honest men.  It took him quite a while to cum, but even though my jaw

was tired and my lips were a bit bruised, I had enjoyed every moment.

He sat back in his chair panting, watching as I swallowed his cum.  He

then told me to take my clothes off.  I undressed and stood before him,

my cock rigid.  I was ready to masturbate but he told me to turn round

and lean over the arm of the chair.  I did so and he told me that I was

a nasty little sinner and part of my penance would be corporal

punishment.  He then started to spank me.  It wasn't like my mother's

efforts in years past ? no flurry of sharp smacks.  No ? after each

smack he caressed my buttocks or trailed a finger along my crack or

cupped my hanging balls.  The smacks weren't too hard and before long I

had a glowing heat spread over my backside and my cock was throbbing

harder and harder.  Now he was beginning to finger my anus, spitting on

it first, finger in and twisting, then out and a smack, spit and finger

in.  I moaned in pleasure and he told me as he continued to finger and

spank that I was a hard case and would require further punishment.  This

continued for a while then the priest told me to get on my knees and

suck his cock again.  It was already semi-hard and before long was nice

and thick.  I was starting to get into a rhythm when he told me to get

back over the arm of the chair and prepare myself for the next part of

my punishment.  I did so and he tells me to reach back and hold my

buttocks apart.  I felt him spit several times onto my anus then the

blunt head of his cock was probing at the little pucker.  I knew what

was coming but didn't do anything to protest.  My cock was hard as.  He

paused then, with a grunt, pressed forward.  I felt the pressure then a

sharp pain as he bludgeoned through my sphincter.  I said ow ow ow and

asked him to stop.  He paused, pulled out, then keeping a hand firmly in

the small of my back, spat directly onto my clenching anus again.  Then

with a grunt he was pressing his dick back in.  This time it went in

more easily, though still hurting me.  I pleaded with him to stop and

tried to push him away.  He just grunted and slapped my hand away,

jerking his hips so that more of his cock slid into my rectum.  I tried

to squirm away but was trapped between his heavy body and the chair.  He

laughed as I squirmed telling me that he hopes I'm learning my lesson.

My bum was burning and maybe he felt the dryness too `cos he pulled out

and spat several more times on my smarting pucker.   I was struggling to

get away but he smacked me hard and shoved me in the middle of the

back.  Then his cock was back in me, going in easier, and I felt his

full weight heaving against me as he drove it fully up my arse, grunting

and panting.  I was still saying ow ow ow but it wasn't really hurting

much.  Once he had bottomed out, he did some small hunching thrusts

making sure his cock lodged deep inside me.  I moaned through gritted

teeth `cos he was touching something tender/pleasurable deep inside me.

He paused for breath, lying on top of me, and I pleaded with him to take

it out, though I didn't really mean it.  He laughed meanly and did some

more of those hunching thrusts.  I cried out that he was killing me, but

secretly hoped he keeps doing it.  After a moment he stood back and,

hand planted in the small of my back, started long steady thrusting.  I

grunted at each plunge and squirmed as if trying to get away, but it was

more to lift my groin away from the chair arm `cos my cock, which had

been hard since those first rabbit hunches, was trapped there.  So I

struggled, he pounded away and I was getting the most queer butterfly

sensations deep in my groin.  I struggled harder, pushing back on his

cock in the process, pushing against his heavy body.  He pushed me down

and used his weight to try and keep me in place and given the jerking of

his cock and panting groans, I knew he was enjoying this fucking as much

as me.  My cock was now rubbing back and forth on the arm of the chair,

I gasped out Jesus and my cum shot out all over the upholstery.  The

priest called me blasphemer and forced me slowly down across the arm,

hand on the back of my head, till my face was rubbing in the hot semen.

He told me to lick it up and watched my tongue lap.  With three almighty

thrusts and a drawn out grunt, he unloaded in my arse.  I didn't feel

the gush of semen, but I felt his thick rod pulsing deep inside me and

knew that he was coating my bowel with jism.

 

We both lay there panting, the priest collapsed on top of me.  He

started to withdraw but I clenched my anus and gasped for him to stay

inside me longer.  He chuckled and told me I'm a real little catamite.

Then he stood away and his cock slithered out of me.  We both groaned

and I felt wet and open.  I lay there for a minute thinking it was good

to have lost my anal virginity.  My bum burned a little, but overall I

felt good and knew I could handle it again.  I liked the idea of men

wanting me and of being able to satisfy them with my body.  I watched

the priest wipe his cock clean and reach for his clothes, his middle

aged man's body fleshy and powerful.  I bore the marks of his lust and

could feel his cum inside me.

 

As I dressed the priest told me I'm deep in sin and to come back for

more counselling the next Monday after school.  He made me promise,

threatening to report to my teacher if I didn't show up.  As I passed

him to leave the vestry, he groped me then swatted me sharply on the

butt.  I walked out of the church into the bright sunshine, retrieved my

skateboard from behind a shrub, and headed over to the skate park.  I

wondered if my other man friend would be there today....