The Confessional by Hankster

The Confessional
by: Hankster

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Martin

It had been well over six months since Father Matthew had submitted a new 'Father Warren' story to the gay erotic website that published his tales. Nothing he heard in the confessional was story worthy. All he had heard lately were young boys who were filled with guilt for having masturbated, men losing their tempers, and striking their wives, and many cheating husbands. But they were cheating with women, so there was no gay tale there.

Then one day he heard a juicy story. This one was a lulu, and he couldn't wait to get home, masturbate, and write the story.

Matthew literally ran to his manse, locked the door, and went into the bathroom to relieve himself. He made himself a light supper, and ran to his computer to write another story penned by Father Warren. He intended to send it off to the gay erotic male sex site which published his stories. Matthew refused to think of the site as being pornographic.

He did not receive any hate mail, after this story was published. Either people had stopped reading his work, or they were just getting used to his tales.

**********

One fateful day at work, Martin Martindale was down in the dumps. One of his co-workers, who never got personal with anyone, could tell how much Martin was hurting. He dared ask him what was wrong.

"Everything," Martin answered.

"Have lunch with me," Terry said. "Maybe I can help."

"I'd love to have lunch with you, but helping me out will never happen.," Martin answered sarcastically.

"Never say never," Terry answered philosophically. "I have a degree in sociology. I used to be a social worker."

Martin was very surprised. "So what are you doing working in a factory?" he asked.

"I got tired of listening to other people's problems."

"So why would you want to hear mine?"

"That's different. You're a friend," Terry replied. He gave Martin a big toothy grin.

Martin was quite surprised. They were casual acquaintances, hardly friends. Then again, Martin thought, maybe that friendship was all one sided. For some reason that made him feel bad, like he had been slighting Terry. He vowed to be friendlier.

At lunch, he spilled his heart out to Terry. At one point, Terry actually took Martin's hand. Martin didn't even realize it, or he surely would have pulled away.

"My marriage has been going downhill for some time now," Martin confided to Terry. "We fight all the time about everything and anything. This situation does not make for a healthy sex life. Oh, excuse me Terry."

"There is no need to excuse yourself."

"We haven't had sex in several weeks,"

"That's unfortunate, no wonder you are so depressed," Terry said.

Martin paid no attention to Terry. He continued. "The other day she asked for a divorce. I was devastated. I told her that I didn't believe in divorce, and I begged her to try to let us work it out. I told her that I was willing to go to marriage counseling. She said that she had a better idea, that we should have a go at a trial separation. Before I could even comment on that, she ran upstairs, packed a suitcase, and tossed it into her car. This was two days before Thanksgiving. She told me that she was going to visit her parents, and would not return until after the new year began. She said that she would see how she felt about things when she got back, if she got back."

Martin paused. It seemed like he was afraid to go on, so Terry picked up the lag in their conversation.

"Tomorrow's Thanksgiving," Terry said suddenly. "I have no family, and I was planning on making a small traditional meal for myself. If you're not busy, since your wife isn't here, it would make me really happy if you would share that meal with me."

Martin had no family in town either. His folks, his sister and her husband were clear across the country, and he had no plans, nor the means, to fly out there to be with them. He made up his mind quickly, especially since he had vowed to be friendlier to Terry.

"Sure, I'd like that a lot. It would be great," he answered. The smile and the pleasure that showed in Terry's face was that of undeniable gratitude.

"I'm sorry," Martin said looking sad again, "I didn't realize that your folks were dead."

"They aren't, but it's a long story. I'll tell you about it tomorrow, but let's not be feeling sorry for ourselves today. Are you doing anything tonight? Would you like to hang out with me?"

Martin had expected to spend a boring night at home. In fact, all his nights with his wife, Debbie, were boring. This time he didn't hesitate at all. "Yeah! I'd like that a lot."

"Fantastic. After work, why don't you pack an overnight bag, and stay over. I have a guest room. That way you don't have to drive home to an empty house late at night, and tomorrow, we can prepare our holiday meal together."

"That makes sense," Martin said. You're on."

"There's an inexpensive, really nice Italian restaurant near my apartment," Terry said. "Let's have dinner there tonight."

"Okay, sure."

At dinner the two men indulged in non-stop gossiping about their co-workers. They were laughing so hard they could hardly eat their meal. Martin was really surprised how well he got along with Terry, and how much Terry had raised his spirits. He chastised himself again for not having been friendlier to him in the past, but he rationalized his bad behavior, by convincing himself that he was so wrapped up in his marital problems, he just didn't realize what was going on around him.

Terry insisted on buying a bottle of wine for them, and they drank it all. They were a little bit tipsy as they toddled back to Terry's apartment.

When they got back, Terry suggested that they get comfortable. I've got a couple of porn flicks, I just rented," he said. "let's get naked and jerk off together like when we were kids."

"I haven't gotten laid in months," Martin whined. "All I've done is whack off. I think it will be fun doing it with another guy."

"Right. Solo sex is the pits. Throw your clothes on your bed, and I'll be right back with the DVD," Terry said, as he ran into his bedroom. Both men were back in the living room in no time. They were both naked, and of course they checked each other out. Competition was minimal. They were both uncut, and about four and a half inches flaccid. Martin was slightly wider around than Terry, but not by much.

Terry popped the porn disc into the DVD player, and the men settled down on the sofa to watch. Their naked thighs touched once in a while, but neither paid attention. The porn film was heterosexual. In the very first segment a buxom brunet was sucking a guy's cock. He was cut and about nine inches long.

Terry started to laugh. "I'll bet they photo-shop those cocks. Nobody is that big."

Martin didn't comment. He just started to stroke his fast growing cock.

"Does your wife ever go down on you?" Terry asked, staring at the TV screen. At one time, Martin would have been offended by that question, but right now he didn't mind at all, so he answered.

"Are you kidding? She won't even fondle me. She never touches my cock, much less sucks it."

"Wow, then you don't know what you're missing. How about letting me fondle you and suck you off? I can give you a good blow job, and I swear nobody will ever know except us."

Martin could kick himself. How could he not have known that Terry was gay? As much as he wanted to experience his first blow job, he was hesitant. After all, Terry was a guy. On the other hand, he had always heard that gays give better head than women, because they know how to give a man ultimate pleasure. Martin was weighing all this in his mind, and he didn't answer, so Terry took his silence as a go ahead whistle.

Before Terry could make a move, Martin said, "I didn't know that you were gay."

"I swear," Terry said sounding fearful. "I have lots of straight friends. Please don't let that stand in the way of us being friends."

"I don't know what to say. This is quite a shock," Martin whispered.

Tears appeared in Terry's eyes. "Please be my friend," Terry pleaded. "My folks and my family disowned me when I came out. I swear, I won't touch you, if you don't want me too."

"Well, I'm kind of tempted by the blow job you promised me, but I just don't know."

"I swear to you; it will be our secret. Nobody will ever know." Terry was pleading now. "You can even fuck me, if you want to, and you don't have to reciprocate in any way."

Martin's ears perked up. He was all attention now. He had always wanted to fuck his wife in her ass, but she was barely up for missionary sex. Kinky sex was out of the question.

Perhaps if he weren't a little bit tipsy, Martin would have gathered up his clothes and left. But he was naked, horny and vulnerable, so he just nodded. "Okay," he said. "Let's go for it."

Terry smiled. "We have all night," he said. "let me prepare you, and then we'll do it on my bed, where we'll be much more comfortable."

He jumped up from the sofa, and ejected the disc. Then he put in another. This one was an all-male porno film. They watched it for about twenty minutes, and Terry said, "I'd like to do all that stuff to you, but only what you'll be comfortable with."

Martin thought long and hard before answering. His voice quivered when he said, "I think I want that blow job the most, but I would like to try fucking you. I don't think I could let you fuck me, but that rimming was hot. I gotta admit that, so if you want to rim me, I'm up for it."

"I think we're ready," Terry said smiling. He stopped the DVD player, took Martin's hand, and led him to the bathroom. On the way out, he shut the lights in the living room.

"Why are we going to the bathroom?" Martin asked in all innocence. I do have to pee, but I don't want to. I like to feel the need to pee when I have an orgasm. It makes the orgasm more intense for me."

"You don't have to pee if you don't want to. We're going to loosen up and engage in some foreplay in the shower."

Martin was dubious again. He had shared many a shower after a workout in a gym, but the every-other-shower-head rule was always strictly observed. Again he felt like bolting out of there, but his hard-on was actually hurting him, and he knew he needed relief, so he just did whatever Terry asked of him. While they waited for the shower water temperature to suit them, Terry started to fondle Martin's cock and balls.

A tingle went through Martin's body like nothing he had ever experienced since his first orgasm by masturbation. By that one single act of fondling, every bit of reticence left his body. He had always been faithful to his wife. She never touched his cock, and nobody else ever had. When Terry started to fondle him, he was transported into some other world of sexual bliss. It was of no concern to him that Terry was a man, and not a woman. Terry led him into the shower holding his cock.

Martin was too dumbfounded to do much of anything. Anyway Terry said he should relax and let him do things to Martin that would blow his mind. Well, he was off to a good start.

Terry started to soap Martins whole body. As good as it felt, he stayed away from Martins cock and ass, and Martin was disappointed. After all, he could have bathed himself. He was about to say something when Terry finally began to soap his cock. Very gently, he rolled Martin's cock in his hand and started to coat it with soap suds. Once again Martin was in another world, but then he went even higher into the stratosphere. Suddenly, he felt one of Terry's soapy fingers gently penetrating his ass. His whole body was spasming, and he yelled, "I'm cumming."

Terry stopped abruptly. He turned around so that his ass was pushing against Martin's cock. He reached behind him, and while fondling Martin, he lined Martin's cock against his love hole, and guided Martin in, as he pushed back. Terry heard something that sounded like a whimper escape from Martin's throat. The married man's cock was all the way up his ass, and Terry was as blissful as his fuck buddy. Neither man moved. Finally, Martin asked, "What do I do now?"

"Fuck me, Marty, fuck me hard. Make believe I'm a woman."

"The only woman I have ever been with, is my wife, and buddy, this feels so much better." Again they grew silent, and Martin started to pump. He pumped slowly and gently at first. God, it felt so good. Terry started to beg Martin to pump harder and faster, with longer strokes. Martin obeyed, and he was near climax, and going mildly crazy. He unloaded up Terry's ass, groaning and screaming, as if he were in great pain, when, in fact, he was in ecstasy.

Eventually, Martin fell out of Terry's ass, and Terry turned to face him. Then he took the biggest gamble of his life, and certainly of this evening. He placed his lips on Martin's and began to kiss him. Little by little his tongue slipped out of his mouth, and attempted to enter Martin's. Out of pure instinct, Martin began to kiss back. His mouth was open and his tongue was bathing Terry's.

Terry allowed the water to cleanse their bodies, and then he turned off the taps. Zombie like, he led Martin out of the shower. They dried themselves, and went naked into the living room.

"We can watch a little bit more of the porn film," Terry said, "or if you're tired, we can go to bed. We have a big day tomorrow."

"I'd prefer to go to bed," Martin said, "but only if we can sleep in the same bed. I really want you to fondle me until I fall asleep. I love when you do that to me."

"I told you that you needn't reciprocate in any way, but do you think that you can fondle me, and maybe jerk me off?" The minute he said that, Terry regretted it. He didn't want to scare Martin away.

Imagine his surprise when Martin said, "Sure I can do that, and maybe more." He was as surprised as Terry was at his response, but he realized that he meant it, and he smiled at Terry.

"Let me do one thing, and then we'll go to bed," Terry said. He went to his freezer, and removed a small turkey. He placed the turkey on a tray and put it into the sink. "This better defrost by tomorrow afternoon," he said, smiling at Martin.

The two men got into Terry's bed, hunkered together, and started kissing. Terry maneuvered his hand down between them, and started to fondle Martin, as promised. Martin then moved his arm down, and took Terry's cock into his hand. It was the first time he had ever felt a cock other than his. He was enjoying the feel of Terry's cock in his hand, but he remembered his promise, and he began to stroke Terry's exceptionally hard rod.

It didn't take Terry long to start twisting and turning. "Lie on your back," Martin requested. "It'll be easier for me to jerk you off."

Terry began twisting again, and he started to groan. His groaning began to get louder and louder. Martin noted that his balls were shrinking. He knew what that meant, and without any conscious thought, he went down on Terry, and took his cock into his mouth.

When Martin felt the thick, viscous emission fill his mouth, he swallowed it. It didn't taste bad at all. In fact, it didn't have much taste at all." He lay back, and he and Terry breathed hard, attempting to catch their breaths.

Terry turned to Martin, and started to cry. "Thank you," he said, "I have loved you since I met you. I never dared hope that this would happen, but it did."

When Terry told him that he loved him, Martin was too shocked to respond. Terry took this as a sign that Martin had regrets already. He had hoped that the regrets would not happen until after the holiday. The two men lay side by side holding hands. Neither said anything for at least fifteen minutes.

"That was the best thing that ever happened to me," Martin said at last. "You are the best thing that ever happened to me. He leaned over and kissed Terry gently.

Now Terry began to cry tears of happiness. They fell asleep, but both woke up about three in the morning. They had to pee. After that they got back into bed, and Terry went down on Martin. Martin was determined to be a full participant in their love making. He twisted around into a sixty-nine position, and he took Terry's cock into his mouth. How sweet it tasted. Martin couldn't imagine why he ever thought it would taste foul.

They made love until long past the dawn. Terry introduced Martin to anal sex. When Terry entered him, it hurt at first. Then waves of eroticism came over him, and he screamed out in joy. As Terry's cock massaged his prostate, Martin knew why Terry had asked him to fuck harder, and with longer strokes.

They were busy preparing and cooking the next day, but they found time in between chores to make love. Notwithstanding how happy he was, Martin was racked with guilt. At the first chance he got, he went to confession.

**********

He told Father Warren the whole story, and at the priest's urging, he did not omit a detail of their love making. All during the narrative, Father Warren was rubbing his cock. He nearly came in his robe.

He handed out the usual Hail Mary's, but he could not bring himself to tell Martin to return to an abusive marriage. The confessional became deadly quiet, until Martin said, "That's not what I came for. In my eyes, Father, I have not sinned. I wanted to know if I will be excommunicated if I divorce my wife."

"That probably won't happen in this day and age. Besides, if you can prove that your wife refused to perform her spousal duties, and has deserted you, which clearly she has, I might be able to get your marriage annulled."

Father Warren heard Martin crying. "What's the matter, my son?" he asked.

"You've made me very happy. I'm moving in with Terry as soon as possible, and now I can do it without guilt."

Martin thanked Father Warren profusely, and ran out of the confessional to meet Terry for dinner.

Authors Note: Look for more stories from the confessional, whenever Father Matthew gets around to writing them.

Posted: 03/11/16