The Confessional
 by: Hankster

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The Wall Tumbles Down
 

Father Matthew could barely drag himself out of bed.  With each passing day, he found it harder to face what lay ahead of him.  He was so bored with the repetitiveness of his life, that he was becoming ill with IBS (Irritable Bowel Syndrome.)  There was an acronym for everything these days.

Perhaps the only joy he got out of his job was hearing confessions.  Some of them were so lurid and juicy, they gave him the inspiration to write another Father Warren story.  These stories had become so popular, he, AKA Nob Rainer, got more hits than any other author on the gay website’s vast list of writers.  But even hearing confession was getting boring.  He hadn’t heard anything worth writing about in months.

This morning, he was seated at his desk, preparing his homily for the following Sunday, when the buzzer announced that a penitent would like to make confession.  Wearily, he stood up, and dragged himself to the confessional.  He was not quite thirty, but he felt and acted like an old man.

What happened next changed his life forever.  Over the next few days his life was a whirlwind of activity, but he knew he had to write this story, and it had to be a Father Warren tale.  Writing about himself, and his involvement, would not be wise.  Somehow, he made the time.  He wrote the story, sent it off to the gay erotic website, and laid down his pen.  It was the last Father Warren story Nob Rainer ever wrote.  Matthew wasn’t sure if Rainer would write other stories, but only time would tell.

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The buzzer on Father Warren’s desk indicated that there was someone in the confessional.  Warren made his way there.  After he sat down and closed his door, he opened the window between him and the penitent.  The man was wearing a baseball cap, with the brim pulled low down his forehead.  Warren couldn’t tell if he knew the man or not.  The ritual began.

“Bless me Father, for I have sinned.”

“How have you sinned?”

“In so many ways, I don’t know where to start.”

Warrens ears perked up.  He sensed that this would be a wild tale, maybe even a story he could write anonymously.  But it was more than that.  The voice on the other side of the partition, sounded vaguely familiar.  Warren peered out once again, but he was still unable to identify the speaker.

“Well,” Warren said, “why don’t you tell me one sin at a time.  I’ll decide if it is a sin truly needing penance.  It might just be a sin in your mind.”

“Perhaps,” the man said.

“You are being very hesitant,” Warren said.  “You do know that your secrets are safe with me, so why don’t you get to it, before I am called away on other church business.”

“It all began in my early teens.  I had a cousin who was not much older than I.  He was homosexual, and although the family didn’t treat him any differently when they found out about him, they were constantly buzzing about him behind his back.  One day, I heard my father tell my mother, ‘He’s a fairy you know.  I feel so sorry for my brother.’  Then he turned to me, and said, ‘Don’t let him do anything to you.’

“I had no idea what he meant, but one thing I knew for sure.  My cousin and I had grown up together.  We were great friends, and I knew that he would never hurt me.  We went to the movies together every Saturday matinee.  We never missed a week in any weather.

“This one Saturday he asked me if I wanted to have some fun.  He said it would be way more enjoyable than that week’s tear-jerker movie.  I agreed, and he took me to a park not far from the theater.  One end of the park had never been cleared, and it was still truly a forest.  We went into the forest, and my cousin asked me if I jerked off yet.  I shook my head, mainly because I had no idea what he was talking about.  He told me that he would demonstrate.  He pulled down his pants, and exposed himself.  His dick was just beginning to grow into its maturity.  At the moment it was hard and throbbing, and there was a bead of some sort of fluid on the tip of his uncut cock.  I hope you don’t mind my using such blunt language, Father.”

“No, no.  I’ve heard it all before.  Just continue,” Warren said.  His own erection was so hard; it was almost painful.

He saw me staring at the bead at the end of his dick, so he swiped it with a finger and told me to taste it.  I was so amazed at everything that was happening, that I tasted it without question.  I told him that it tasted rather nice, and he said he would make more.  He started to stroke himself.  In a short time, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, he groaned, and shot out a white viscous fluid.  The stuff landed on his abdomen.  We both wiped it off his body with a finger and ate his seed.  He told me how good jerking off made him feel, and urged me to try it.  From that day until today, Father, I don’t have to be told anything twice when it comes to sex.

“I dropped my pants, and was amazed to find that I was very hard.  I started to stroke just like he did, but nothing much was happening, so my cousin took over for me, and I had my first orgasm in no time.  My emission was not thick like his.  It was watery and we both declined to taste it.  He asked me if I wanted to have fun like this every Saturday, and I nodded enthusiastically.”

“All young boys experiment with their sexuality in their formative years.” Father Warren interrupted.  I would never penalize you for that, and I would be more than happy to absolve you.”

“Well, thank you, Father, but I’m not nearly finished.”  Warren wanted to run home and jerk off, but he had to be patient.

My cousin and I had full blown gay sex every Saturday, weather permitting, until he left for college.  He met a guy there, and they moved hundreds of miles away.”

“Define full blown gay sex,” Warren said.  He needed to hear it all in order to enhance his masturbation fantasies.

“You know,” the man said…sucking and fucking.”

Warren’s underwear was wet with pre-cum.  “Did you miss your cousin very much when he went to college?” he asked.

“Very much, at first, but then I went off to college myself.  I had a very active sex life there, Father.  I fell madly, head over heels, with a guy there.  We made love every chance we got, but after graduation, fate separated us, and we thought it best not to stay in touch.”

Warren was silent for a moment.  He could relate very well to what the man was telling him.  His silence was an indication to the penitent to continue his story.

“I’m a priest, Father,” the man admitted.  “I took a vow of celibacy, and I stuck to it, even though there was temptation all around me.  We read every day how priests abuse young boys.  Well, I was alone with two altar boys one night, and the scoundrels seduced me.”

“What did you do about it?”

“I said about a million Hail Mary’s, but I knew that I could no longer stick to my vows.  I began to seek out sex.  I went to gay bars, and made contacts on the internet.  With all the gay sex I was having, I performed all my duties faithfully.  I remained a good priest, I swear, but my conscience began to gnaw at me.  Not only had I broken my vows, I was perverting the meaning of true love.”

“Is that why you are here? Warren asked.  “To ease your conscience?”

“Not at all.  If I may be allowed to continue,” the man said.

“By all means, continue.”

“One morning I was at my prayers, and I had an epiphany.  I had loved my college friend with all my heart and soul.  In that moment I knew that gay sex, coupled with love, was not perverted at all.  A voice somewhere whispered to me that God created man and woman to ‘be fruitful and multiply,’ but he placed no restrictions on who could love one another.”

“What did you do about your epiphany?” Warren asked.  He feared to hear the answer.  He was beginning to suspect that the man on the other side of the confessional, was his college roommate, Elliot. 

“I resigned from the priesthood that very day, and travelled hundreds of miles to find him.”

“And did you?”

“Yes.  I most certainly did.”

Warren made a noise that was a cross between a loud wail, and a sob.  “Elliot,” he cried, “is that you?”

“Yes, Warren.  I’ve come to beg you to spend the rest of your life at my side.  I want to make love to you, cry with you, laugh with you, get buried side by side with you, and never let anybody put us asunder.”

Warren was crying, but he finally got himself together.  “I live in a little cottage behind the church,” he said.  “I’m going there now, and I’d be so happy if you came with me.”

“I’ve come across a continent.  A few more yards aren’t going to stop me,” Elliot said.

Warren ran home with Elliot in hot pursuit.  Once inside the house, Elliot wanted to embrace Warren, and kiss him, until he ran out of breath, but Warren said, “Just a moment.”  He locked the door, and drew shut every curtain, in every room, of the house.

“Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we didn’t have to hide our love?” Elliot asked.

“If we lived in a perfect world, in Utopia maybe, that would be possible.”  Warren took Elliot’s hand, and led him to the bedroom.  They started to undress.

“Remember how you loved for me to fuck you, and then you would fuck me?” Elliot asked.

“How could I forget.  When we f…did that, I always felt like our souls had merged into one spirit.  I loved you so much, when we did that.”

Elliot laughed.  “Can’t you say ‘fuck’ anymore.”

Warren laughed along with Elliot.  “I can still say it, but a priest should have more decorum.”

“Then stop being a priest, and love me forever.”

During this conversation, they both began to strip.  When finally, they were naked, Elliot said, “You haven’t changed a bit.  You’re still a hairy ape.”

“And you are still hairless.  Can we stop talking and fuck each other?”

“Can I suck your cock, first?” Elliot asked.  I want you inside me, big and hard.”

“You can do anything you want to me from now on, ad infinitum.” Warren said. 

Elliot pushed Warren down on the bed.  He was on his back, when Elliot mounted him.  Once again their lips and tongues met in an endless kiss.  Finally, Elliot slithered down Warren’s body.  He would have loved slathering every inch of his lover’s body, but he had waited too long for this day.  He was too impatient.  and he gobbled up Warren’s cock.  A few deft swipes of his tongue was all that it took to bring Warren to a bucking, screaming climax.

“Where’s your jack-off lube?” Elliot asked.  Warren reached into his nightstand, and brought out an almost used up tube.

“I didn’t realize how low it was.  I’ll have to get more.”

Elliot didn’t comment.  He used almost the entire remainder of the tube to lube his rod.  Then he rubbed his fingers along Warren’s ass hole.  That was all the lube Warren was getting that day, but it didn’t matter.  Elliot could have entered him with a red hot poker, and he would still have been happy.

Elliot went in as gently as he could.  Warren hurt a little, but it wasn’t bad.  Because of the minimal amount of lube, there was a lot of friction, and in no time at all, Elliot shot his load high up Warren’s bowels.  They lay silently together until Elliot’s cock fell out.

“Next time I want you to cum in my mouth,” Warren said.  “I need to taste you as well as feel you.”

“Of course, my love.  We have a lifetime to do anything you want, we want.”

Warren sent his letter of resignation to the arch diocese that very afternoon.  He felt that he was only allowed to be foolish once in his lifetime.  He was not going to abandon happiness twice.  He and Elliott spent the next few nights making love.

Elliot helped Warren move out on a Friday morning.  Elliot’s clothes were already in his car.  That’s all he had with him.  Warren had no worldly goods except his civilian clothes either.  There was plenty of room for both their worldly goods in the trunk of Elliot’s car.

On the morning of their departure, they woke up entwined.  Somehow Warren’s prick found a precious opening in Elliot’s body.  He entered effortlessly.  Elliot’s ass was still greased up from the night before.  They both climaxed.  Warren spilled his load into Elliot, but Elliot’s was all over the bed linen.

Warren laughed, stripped the bed, and tossed the linens into a hamper for the cleaning woman to launder.  They had decided to leave early in the morning, and have breakfast on the road.  Elliot piled their shaving equipment, tooth brushes, shaving cream and toothpaste into an overnight bag.  Now there was nothing left of either of them in the cottage.

Elliot walked out first.  Warren lagged behind for a little while.  He looked around the house for a few minutes.  There were tears in his eyes.

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Matthew sent the finished story to the website, the evening before his departure.  He and his long lost lover, Jules, decided to take a slow drive down to South Florida, where they hoped to make a life together.  They were on the road for five days.  The trip should have taken less than two days, if they hadn’t meandered.

On the last day of the road trip, Matthew opened up his laptop.  There were several dozen letters begging Nob Rainer, not to end The Confessional Series.  In the next few days, he got dozens more of these letters.

He just smiled and closed his computer.  As far as he was concerned, Father Warren was as dead as his former life.  He and Jules could not be happier, as they looked toward the horizon, and a wonderful life together.  All of Nob Rainer’s characters always lived happily ever after, and now it was Warren and Elliot, and Matthew and Jules’ turn to find paradise.

 

Posted: 03/25/16