The Confessional by Hankster

The Confessional
by: Hankster

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Warren and Elliot

Not a day went by that Father Matthew Stone, 27, did not wish that he wasn’t a priest. Some of the confessions and stories he heard in his little cage, blew his mind. He had always harbored a deep desire to write a book, and he had more than enough material to draw from the “sins” he heard confessed. But of course, his vows prevented him from doing so.

Unfortunately, the urge to write some of the stories he had heard, was beginning to consume him, just as was the urge to have sex. One afternoon, as he left the confessional, he had an epiphany. His brain began to work overtime. He realized that he could write his stories under an assumed name, and fictionalize them enough so as to be unrecognizable to the “sinner.” He couldn’t wait for his quiet time to begin after his dinner. At least, it was generally quiet. He planned on writing his first story that very night.

He named his fictional priest Warren, avoided surnames, and he did indeed write his first story that evening. He chose that particular story, because he himself was an involved party to the “sin.” He remembered back to a confession he himself had made not so many years ago, and he realized that it was as good a story as any he had heard while listening to dozens of confessions. He decided that writing his own story first would be his guilty pleasure. He wrote it that very evening.

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Warren was the first to enter his room at the seminary. He had very little worldly goods with him. It took no time at all for him to unpack his suitcase. He lay down on one of the beds in the room, claiming it as his own. He had nothing to do until the call to evening prayers and dinner. He was nervous and excited at the same time. He had dreamed of becoming a priest, ever since he was a young altar boy.

Suddenly the door flew open, and Elliot bounded in. Elliot was a natural redhead, and now his cheeks were flushed red with excitement. He dropped his tiny suitcase, held out his hand, and said, “Warren, I presume. I’m Elliot.” The seminarians had been informed who their roommates would be in a welcoming letter. Besides that, both their names were on the door.

The two men shook hands. They both had strong, firm handshakes. When Warren felt that it was time to let go, Elliot did not seem to want to. Warren literally pulled his hand away. Warren helped Elliot stow the few things he had with him, and they put both their small suitcases under their beds. Warren was shocked when Elliot sat down on his bed, instead of his own.

“We have a couple of hours before evening prayers,” Elliot said. “I’ve been travelling for hours, I’m going to take a much needed shower, and then we can chat and get acquainted.”

“You know,” Warren chimed in, “I could use a shower myself. I’ve been travelling all day also.”

“Great, let’s go,” Elliot smiled at Warren. They located towels and wash cloths on the top shelves of their closets, and undressed quickly. They didn’t even pretend not to check each other out before wrapping themselves up in the large bath towel, provided by the seminary. They gave each other good strong examinations before going to the showers.

They were both uncut, about four inches flaccid, and the only difference between them was their pubic hair. Warren’s pubic hair was a thick, bushy black, and Elliot’s was a sparse strawberry blond. When they examined themselves, they both started to erect, and they both knew the score immediately.

After their shower they still had about an hour to evening prayers. Back in their room, Elliot took the lead. “I’m gay,” he said. “You are too, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know, but I think so. I haven’t ever acted on it.”

“I have a feeling that your time has come.”

“Never. We can’t. We are going to take a vow of celibacy.”

“Sure we are, but that’s a long way off yet. Until we take our vows, why not store up a life time of memories and joy. If we remain celibate after taking our vows, we won’t be any different than heterosexual priests, and the church won’t give a damn.”

Warren had to admit that Elliot made sense. Before he took his vows, he wanted to experience what he had successfully repressed all these years. “We’ll see,” he said.

Elliot approached him, and smiled. “Not, we’ll see. We will.” He grabbed hold of Warren and embraced him lovingly as he placed his lips on his roommate’s. When Elliot released him, he led him to evening prayers. Between prayers and dinner, Warren and Elliot met their fellow initiates. Everyone, including Elliot, was chatting away amicably, but Warren was in a state of melancholy. He wanted desperately to have sex with Elliot, but on the other hand, he wanted to remain chaste, as he believed it was his calling in life.

Elliot observed Warren’s disjointed demeanor. He smiled at his roommate as if to say, “There’s nothing to worry about.” Elliot’s smile was glorious, and Warren was able to relax a little bit.

Once they were alone in their room, they had little time left until lights out. Elliot began to undress immediately. Warren saw his hard, solid erection, and shuddered. He longed to reach out and touch it, but he remained reticent, even though his urges were as strong as Elliot’s prick was hard.

Elliot approached Warren. He undid Warren’s belt and fly, and let his trousers fall to the floor. Warren could hardly catch his breath. He was gasping for air, so he finally got undressed quickly by himself, and the two men fell on Elliot’s bed. Elliot would have loved to indulge in a sloppy game of sixty-nine, but he knew he had to take the helm, and to lead Warren through an imaginary heavenly gate. He laid his body on top of Warren, who was flat on his back. They rubbed their erections together, and both men made little whining sounds of pure joy.

Elliot began to kiss Warren. Both their mouths were open and their tongues were dueling with each other. Little by little, Elliot worked his way down Warren’s body. He kissed his new friend’s eyelids, his ears, his neck, his nipples, and finally seemed to linger too long at Warren’s innie. Warren felt he was about to cum without Elliot ever reaching his target.

“Please,” he cried, “I can’t take it anymore. I have to cum.” Warren started to stroke his own cock, but Elliot pushed his hand away, and he finally reached the object he was yearning for. He started licking the underside of Warren’s shaft, teasing his roommate just a little bit more. When he heard Warren whimpering, he sucked the precious rod into his mouth, without his tongue missing a stroke. Now his lips started pumping gently, as his tongue continued its up and down motion. Elliot tasted Warren’s pre-cum, and licked it up as his tongue continued its stroking.

As he unloaded generously into Elliot’s waiting, eager mouth, Warren thrust his fist into his mouth to stifle his orgasmic wails. Elliot swallowed all that he could, and then crawled up Warren’s body and resumed kissing him. Warren thought that Elliot’s kisses tasted differently. Then he realized that he was tasting his own cum.

Finally, Elliot rolled off Warren and the two lay side by side holding hands.

“Well?” Elliot dared to ask.

“That was wonderful. I want to do it to you, but I have to catch my breath. How soon can you do it to me again?

“Just do it to me for tonight, and that will be enough. I have lube in my suitcase, tomorrow we’ll fuck each other.”

Warren shuddered. His body grew ice cold, but he knew in his heart, that he wanted very much to do it, and experience everything Elliot was offering him. Warren never returned to his own bed. He and Elliot slept all night in Elliot’s bed, their bodies never separated.

Warren could not concentrate in his classes the next day. He was somber and morose whereas Elliot was upbeat and exuberant. He was fast becoming the class clown, and everybody envied Warren for being his roommate. Warren, on the other hand, saw Elliot as being Satan, and if not the devil, the Antichrist, for sure.

Notwithstanding, all his angst, he and Elliot fucked each other their second night together. Warren’s homosexual urges were greater than his religious beliefs, and gay sex was winning the battle. He and Elliot continued to have great sex for the entire time they attended the seminary.

Warren remained in great conflict with his God and the devil, manifested in the form of Elliot. At least once a week, he went to confession. He couldn’t tell his confessor what his real “sin” was, so he made up substitute sins, praying for absolution. It didn’t take his confessor long to figure out that something did not ring true with this student, but what could he say? He wasn’t going to call Warren a liar in the confession booth, so he listened and handed out more prayers for punishment than he could remember.

It came at last; the night before ordination.

“This is it,” Elliot said. “We’re done after tomorrow. “Let’s make it a night to remember.”

Warren was certain that he would never do this again, so he participated fully in their last night together. Tomorrow afternoon they would leave the seminary, and go their separate ways. Elliot had been assigned to a parish church in Eugene, Oregon, and Warren was off to Boston. They couldn’t be farther apart. Elliot was regretful, but Warren was secretly pleased that all temptation was going to be removed. How naïve could he have been.

That last night, they didn’t sleep at all. They sucked, fucked, and rimmed each other, until their jaws and their asses ached. Each one of the new priests came four times, twice in the ass, and twice in the mouth.

After the ordination ceremony, they went back to their room to get their small suitcases, and go their separate ways. Alone together for the last time, Warren shut their door, and shocked the hell out of Elliot. He fell to the floor and took Elliot’s hand.

Father Elliot,” he cried, “will you hear my confession? I have sinned grievously.”

“Nonsense, you did not sin. It will only become a sin if you have sex after today, straight or gay.”

“Homosexuality is a sin. Please hear my confession, and absolve me so that I may go in peace.”

Elliot saw that Warren was dead serious, so he said, “Okay, I’ll hear your confession. How have you sinned?”

“I participated in homosexual activity during my entire stay in the seminary. I repent my sin, and I pray that the punishment you give me will absolve me.

Elliot thought for a moment, and finally he said, “My son (Warren thought it was strange for Elliot to call him son, but then again, he called him ‘Father.’) my punishment will be very harsh. It will be harder for you to obey than saying hundreds of Hail Mary’s, and reciting your rosary a million times. My punishment to you is to wipe all carnal thoughts out of your head. You must never desire a woman or a man ever again from this day forth. I know that it will not be easy. It will take all your strength. Now stand up.”

Warren stood up and Elliot kissed him on the lips, but he did not part them. “Now, let’s get going, and be spiritual leaders for the many who will need us,” he said. The two men smiled at each other, and left their room for the last time.

Warren assumed his duties, and was a model priest. But as Elliot predicted, he could not keep himself from desiring sex with a man. It was definitely a punishment. He would often look at men in his congregation with lust in his heart, and the look of a cherub on his face. He would have left the priesthood, but there was nothing else he was trained to do, and he never gave up the feeling that it was his calling.

To his credit, he never acted on his urges, until one day he was seduced by an eighteen-year-old lad. After that experience, Warren returned to the punishment Elliot had meted out to him. He began to believe that he was being tempted by the devil. Once again, he became celibate, and the most miserable priest on earth.

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Matthew addressed an E Mail to his favorite site for male erotica, attached the story, and sent it off. Two weeks later it was published under his pseudonym Nob Rainer.

He got several letters from readers. Some praised the story and told him how hot it was. A few others accused him of being sacrilegious. Well, he had heard lots worse in the confession booth, and he couldn’t wait to write those stories, and share them with the public. If some readers thought that this story was anti-church, wait until they read the next one.

Actually Matthew’s intent was not to smear the church for the actions of one priest and a handful of parishioners. He just believed that he had some interesting dirt to reveal, and he wanted to share it with other gay men.

Authors Note: Look for more stories from the confessional, whenever Father Matthew finds the time to write them.

Posted: 02/05/16