Feature Writer: Unknown

Feature Title: Confession and Counseling

Story Codes: Religious, Mb, Sodomy, Priest

 

Confession and Counseling

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 recognize 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 three 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 eighteen 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 practice. A man had walked over from the car park 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 thirty 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 counseling 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 about forty, 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 counseling 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.

THE END