Colby arrived in an old beat-up pickup. It was Father Colby now. We   had not been able to go to his ordination and this was the first time to see him as a priest and it was both heartwarming and jaw dropping.

“Well, son-of-a-bitch, would you look at that! We’ve got our own  priest,” Jason said, watching from the window as he alighted from the beat up old truck.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to put son-of-a-bitch and priest in the same sentence,” I said.

We waited for him and Braden to greet each other before we went out to greet him.  Remembering when they’d come to us, we knew the tight bond between them. That night they shared a room. Things worked out because that freed Will up to spend the night with Jason and me again. 

As Told by Braden and Colby: 

Colby and I shared our old room, minus any extra boys. We’d undressed together countless times but it was odd, now, watching Colby removing his priestly garb. I lingered behind in undressing, waiting to see if he would sleep naked.  When he took off his shorts, I did too and we crawled in the bottom bunk together. It was crowded but we didn’t mind.  I told myself I was sleeping with a priest, but this was Colby, my old friend.

“I’m proud of you, Colby, but I miss our times together.”      

“Yes, seeing you again, it’s nice to reminisce.”

“Was there any of that going on in the seminary?”

“More than they’d like to admit.”

“And now that you’re out?”

“No. Only twice, early on, shortly after I became a priest.”

“Altar boys?”

“No. One was a college boy. ROTC. He came to confession in uniform. That was my downfall….or his, whichever way you want to look at it. The other one was a high school senior, just before graduation.”

“In the confessional?” I asked, surprised.

“Yes. But confessions had ended. The ROTC guy was the last one and when I left the confessional I found him in the back pew saying his penance. I spoke and asked him if he was okay. He said he’d expected more in the way of counseling. He had confessed to having sex with a fellow ROTC; the other guy had initiated it but he was complacent by his consent. I was taken aback; it was the first time I’d been told that I’d let someone down.” 

“You don’t recognize me, do you?” he said.

“I’m afraid I don’t.”

“I’m Eric Brown.  I heard you’d become a priest….from Ron Whitehall.” 

I know I was visibly surprised, and a bit shaken to hear the name Ron Whitehall; he was the high school boy.  The Eric Brown I remembered from high school was a total nerd; skinny, shy and awkward, zits. He was totally transformed, brimming with confidence, flawless skin and the way he filled out his uniform was almost criminal. 

“Well, damn, Eric, what happened to you?”

He laughed softly.  “I get that a lot.”

“Well, would you like to have a do-over?” I asked, motioning to the confessional.

“If you have the time.”

“Of course, we need to get it right,” I said.  

I had a feeling this wasn’t going to be a re-run of his confession, or more counseling.  He followed me back into the confessional and I heard the click of the lock. I laid aside my alb and stole and sat down. Eric came around to my side of the screen and stood in front of me. 

“You said it could have been compounded if I’d been the one to pursue and initiate it,” he said.   

I didn’t have to be reminded of what I’d said.  

“Is this initiating it?” he asked as he began unbuttoning his jacket. 

I was hesitant only till his jacket was opened.   

“No, I take that responsibility. I invited you back in the confessional,” I said as I reached for his shiny belt buckle.  

 I didn’t know if it made a difference that he was fully cooperating but at that moment it didn’t matter.  While he shed his jacket and shirt, I undid his pants.  I helped him off with his pants and shoes and he laid his clothes over the kneeling bench behind him.  When he was down to his T-shirt and briefs he started to shove his briefs down but I stopped him. I ran my hand up under his shirt, feeling his smooth, hard muscles and he peeled the shirt off.  That in itself was a beautiful sight. If there was any trace of doubt about what I was doing, him taking off his shirt erased them.  I wrapped my arms around his butt and pressed my face into his shorts against the warm, meaty bulge of his shorts. I could feel the pulsations expanding his cock. He felt big and I was afraid I might not be able to take him and I wanted to so bad.  I remembered being taught by a young priest in the seminary how to handle an oversized cock. I tugged the front of his shorts down and his cock swung out like a huge sausage, bigger than any I’d seen or encountered in seminary. I remembered the lesson and quickly sucked the thick cock into my mouth. Open your throat, the priest had instructed. You have to want it; open your throat and pull it into your throat.  Once you have it through the opening the rest is easy.”

I used all the suction I could to pull the head through the opening of my throat. His soft groan encouraged me and I began to work his cock deeper. He was hardening but he assisted by wrapping his hands round the back of my head and pushing his cock deeper. All I had to do was not resist and try to control my gag reflex. Together we prevailed and before I knew it my face was being pressed hard against his pubes, my chin against his heavy balls and I was trying not to choke on his big cock.  To say I was in heaven would be a sacrilege but perhaps there is more than one heaven.  He held me like that as his cock pulsed and throbbed to a total hardon, then he eased back and started fucking my throat. He held my head and used my mouth and throat like a pussy; I was sure he had plenty of experience with that. He face fucked me for several minutes before he pulled back.  His cock swung up like a steel spring, slick and quivering. 

“I gotta stop, I was getting too close and I don’t wanta cum yet,” he gasped. 

I didn’t want him to either. While he let himself down from the summit I leaned in and nuzzled my face into his balls. I licked and kissed them and he cupped them and lifted them up for my hungry mouth.  I licked under them and he spread his legs wider for me. I was thrilled when my tongue touched the crack of his ass and I lapped at it like a hungry puppy.  He cocked one foot up on the arm of my chair to give me free rein.  I leaned in and crooked my neck so I could explore more. I was heady with excitement and I was soon twisted around so that I nearly tumbled out of my chair. 

I drew back and said, “Turn around.” 

“Yess,” he hissed and turned around so his butt was in my face. 

I began kissing his beautiful, firm ass, dragging my tongue up the crack and he reached back to pull his butt apart for me.  I was almost shaking with excitement as I found his hole and began flicking it with my tongue.  He squealed with excitement and I could see his legs were shaking.

He shoved his clothes off the kneeling bench and pulled it back and bent over it.  I went to work on his ass.  I couldn’t believe what I was doing but I was so excited I was groaning and gasping. I couldn’t get enough of his ass. I pulled his hole open and saw the inner muscles clenching, inviting me. I drove my tongue inside him and heard him stifle an outcry.  His reaction emboldened me to try a finger.  He let me, even squirming back on my finger. I was surprised how easily I penetrated him. His ass was so hot and alive.  I was even more happily surprised at his outcry when I touched a certain spot inside him; something alive and palpitating. I focused on the spot and it sent him into ecstasy. He clung to the kneeling bench like a life preserver. 

“Oh, Godd, Father, don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” 

I didn’t stop.  I added a second finger. Then a third. 

“You can fuck me, Father,” he said in a desperate voice over his shoulder. “Fuck me with your cock.” 

I was stunned. I honestly hadn’t thought that far ahead but my cock was certainly at the ready under my robe. With one hand I opened my robe and undid my pants.  All the while the boy was squirming around on my hand. I stood up behind him and wet my cock with spit.  I was nearly shaking as I set the head of my cock against his gaping hole.

It was like an out of body experience as I penetrated his ass with my burgeoning cock. His ass was so alive and hot that it made me light headed the way it gripped my cock. I clasped his hips and fucked him. 

“Ohhh, yesss!  Yess, father, fuck me….fuck me,” he whimpered. 

I had to fight to keep my legs from collapsing under me. My mouth was watering at the mere sight of his glorious ass spread open for me, and watching the twin muscles flex as he pulled and thrust on my cock.  I was mesmerized by our juncture and I didn’t know how anything could feel so incredible. 

I didn’t know how long I fucked him, or he fucked me, for my body was like a machine, being offered for the boy’s pleasure. He was doing all of the work.  Suddenly he pulled away from me and my cock popped free, slick and throbbing angrily. 

“I’m gonna cum!” he announced as he straightened and turned around with a death grip on his cock.   

I was in a turmoil, having been torn from the pleasure I was having, but he shoved his thumb in my mouth to pry it open and I knew instinctively to open my mouth.  He shoved his cock in my mouth and gave me several deep throat thrusts then pulled back with just the head in my mouth. He jacked his cock unmercifully over my wagging tongue. Suddenly his cock exploded, sending thick ropes of semen blasting against the back of my throat. He quickly covered my tongue and I got the full taste of him, like tiny flavor buds bursting on my tongue.  He filled my gaping mouth till the stuff was running out the corners of my mouth. As he began to wind down he shoved his cock in my mouth and down my throat.  I milked his cock with my throat muscles.  As he pulled back I clasped my lips around the wide girth and drained him.

He stumbled back with his butt resting on the kneeling bench, gasping for air while I savored the taste of him.  Finally, I swallowed in several gulps to get it all down. 

“That is so hot,” he said. 

He was finished and started getting dressed when he realized I hadn’t gone off. 

“I can jack you off if you want me to, Father,” he offered.  “I owe you that much.” 

“No, it’ll be all right,” I said.   

I had the weird, perverted notion that if I didn’t shoot my load the act had not been fully consummated. I wasn’t sure what that got me but it was something to hang my hat on. 

“Do I need to go to confession again, Father?” he asked. 

“No.” 

Fully dressed, he thanked me and left.  I sat there for a long time contemplating what I’d done. I tried to conjure up remorse and guilt but it wouldn’t come.  Then in an odd gesture I gave the sign of blessing to my still throbbing cock and proceeded to adjust my clothes. Outside the confessional I gave another blessing to the boy who had already left.  Maybe it was a gesture of absolution. I was too confused to know for sure but I wanted him to go unblemished. 

“What about Ron Whitehall?”  

It was another confession, for the kids. I heard the footsteps and I could tell it wasn’t one of the little ones.  There was a small window high on the wall inside the confessional for fresh air. It offered plenty of light for me to see through the screen if I chose to look. When he knelt down I saw it was Ron.  He was a high-schooler. It sent a chill through me; I could hardly wait to hear what this big, young stud had to confess. Yes, I get a thrill out of listening to the sins of the flesh.

I heard his confession and gave him absolution and penance. But that wasn’t the end of it.  He didn’t leave. 

“It seems like everything I like doing is a sin. Everything that’s enjoyable to a guy my age is wrong.  I can’t control it no matter how hard I try.  I come in here and confess and promise not to do it again, knowing I will. I feel like such a hypocrite.  What am I supposed to do, Father?” 

“You do your best,” I told him. 

“Is that good enough Father?  Is my best good enough for God when my best is failure?” 

“You keep coming back to confession….that’s not failure,” I assured him. 

“Listen father, I might as well tell you, it’s getting awfully close to having sex with my girlfriend. I know that’s a biggie but I know it’s gonna happen. I keep trying to fight it but I’ve bought condoms. What am I supposed to do, be sexless?  I’m sure you know from listening to so many confessions, that’s impossible.  God put those feelings in me, why didn’t He give the strength to keep them in check?” 

“God doesn’t intend for you to be sexless,” I said.  “It’s society that imposed that on you. God made boys capable of reproducing at a very young age, but it’s society that imposed the age limit.” 

“You were my age once, Father, surely you remember how it was.” 

“Yes, it still is.” 

“Really.  Then you understand.” 

“More than you know.”                      

“Are there levels of sin? I know there’s venial and serious sin but are there more levels of seriousness? What I mean is, I know I shouldn’t have sex with my girlfriend.  If jacking off would prevent that, maybe that wouldn’t be so serious.  Would it be a sin at all?  Or couldn’t it be considered a defense against serious sin and therefore a good thing?” 

“You make a good point but I’m not sure I can officially condone it.” 

“What about unofficially?” 

“Well, I don’t tend to give out heavy penance to boys for having impure thoughts or jacking off.  I’m not really all that hardnosed about young boys experimenting with each other. It’s a natural outlet for their curiosity and I don’t think they should be condemned for it or frightened by me for doing it.  So yes, in that regard, we could say there are levels of sin. Having sex with your girlfriend would rank up there at the top, something to be avoided at all costs. If you engaged in a lesser form of sex to prevent that, well I would have to take that into consideration in handing out penance.  Of course I’m applying this to you as a teenager.  I would not apply it to a boy of say nine or ten. For a boy that age, jacking off would take on slightly more serious connotations.” 

“By lesser forms of sex, is that anything short of actually having sex with a girl?” 

“Yes.  Kissing, heavy petting, using your hands or fingers, even oral sex in serious situations.” 

“She’s never offered to do that.” 

“It could be another boy.” I couldn’t believe how far I was taking it, and that he was so accepting. 

“I think that would certainly cool things down but I don’t know another boy who would do that for me.” 

The moment was at hand; I was almost trembling inside. I took in a quiet, deep breath to gather my courage then told him to stand up. 

 “What?” 

“Stand up.” 

He stood and I pushed the lattice work grill aside. Boldly, I reached through and groped the front of his jeans. He jerked back but then stood firm and let me do it.  There is very little that can dissuade a horny teenager from the demands of his cock.  He pressed himself into my hand.  I felt the heavy bulge expanding in the tight confines of his jeans. 

“Move the kneeler and stand against the partition,” I said. 

He moved the kneeler aside and pressed his body against the partition separating us, his mighty bulge protruding through the opening.  My hands were shaking as I fumbled with his belt. Suddenly his hands appeared and he undid it himself, and opened the top button of his jeans. I undid the rest of them to expose his white briefs. I pressed my open mouth over the manly bulge and inhaled the fresh musk of his crotch.  He even smelled horny and virile. Anxious, he peeled his shorts down below the hairline, revealing the root of his thick cock. I tugged the front down and it swung out into my side of the confessional.  I was so happily surprised I whimpered with delight. 

He was bigger than I’d expected on a seventeen year old boy.  I was looking at a man’s cock; thick and meaty, almost menacing with its network of bluish veins.  I didn’t touch him at first, just sat there, mesmerized as I watched it pulse and swing out and expand.  Finally I scooped up the head with my tongue and sucked it into my mouth. 

“Ohhh, Goddd!” he groaned.   

I sucked him in all the way and his cock curled up in my mouth like a sleeping snake. But this snake wasn’t sleeping.  It was coming to life, expanding, growing harder.  I kept a snug hold on him with my face pressed in his pubes.  His cock slowly unfurled, filling my mouth, searching blindly for an escape from the warm, wet confines, till the head found the opening of my throat. The stiffening shaft forced the head through the opening and his cock snaked deep into my throat. 

“Ohhhh, fuck!” he gasped. 

I held him like that till his cock had made its escape as deep as it could go into my throat then I drew back and began sucking him. 

“AAaaawwwwhhhhhh!” he moaned loudly and reciprocated with his own thrusts, and I prayed there was no one outside the confessional within ear shot. 

He reciprocated with his own thrusts and I stayed leaned forward so he could access the full depth of my throat. He was a real mouthful and he stretched my throat unmercifully. Drool ran down my chin and dripped onto my cassock.  I paused once to withdraw and get my first look at his cock in full erection.  It was truly a work of art, thick with bulging veins, with a slight upward curve that displayed the wider head proudly.  The sheen of my spit made it glisten in the soft light. I watched it bucking and throbbing, demanding my attention but I nuzzled under and sucked on his balls. He liked that, too, but he was as demanding as his cock.  

“Suck it, Father,” he said, pushing his hard cock down against my face.  

I captured the head and he shoved it right into my throat, taking no notice that I choked.  He became the aggressor and I became his instrument of pleasure.  I slobbered through at least ten minutes of his grunting, groaning pleasure till he became so animated that the partition felt like it was giving sway. Suddenly he reached through the opening to clasp his big hands around my head. 

“”I’m gonna cum, Father!” he gasped as he brutalized my throat.  “Oh, God….Oh, God….Oh, God….Oh, God….Oh, God!” 

His cock became like hot steel as it exploded in my throat.  I strained hard against his grip--I wanted his load in my mouth where I could taste him—but he kept me at his mercy.  In his excitement his grip weakened and I was able to pull back so he was cumming in my mouth. He covered my tongue almost instantly and I thought, OH my Godd, yesss!  Such wonderful sweet nectar!

When he tugged at his cock again I released my oral grip and my hold on his butt. 

“Holy fuckin’ shit, Father,” he said huskily as he backed away from the partition. 

I watched him pulling up his shorts and jeans and his big hands closing the buttons.  As he was moving the kneeler back into place he asked if he needed to go to confession again. 

“No.” 

“Thank you, Father.  For everything.” 

He left and I sat there in a daze, still relishing the taste of him. 

“You said only twice.  Does that mean there were only two occasions, or did you see the boy again?” Braden asked me.

“No.  There were only those two occasions,” I said.

“That’s admirable but it must be frustrating.”

“Very; and I don’t know how I’ve managed to remain celibate.”

“You make me hesitant to offer to do something about that,” Braden said jokingly.

“The vow of celibacy was originally intended for us to give up women.”

“Then….?”

“We’re like brothers, Braden. Anything between us would be an expression of love.”

He laid his arm across my chest.  He said I wasn’t as bulky as I used to be; not as muscular. He rubbed my hand on down my stomach.

“You don’t know how badly I want this, Colby, but I don’t want to take us where you don’t want to go. We can leave it at this, just talking….just say the word and I’ll get in the top bunk.”

“I want it too,” I told him. “We had such great times together, even in the bad times. A chill went through me when I saw you again.”

He moved my hand on down and raked his fingers through my pubes before he took hold of my cock.  I was hard and throbbing. As he stroked my cock I took hold of his and we rolled together to kiss.

“Will I go to hell for having sex with a priest?” he asked.

“Sending people to hell is way above my pay grade,” I said.

“I love you, Colby. I always will. I love Will but you were my first love.”

“And your first piece of ass, as I remember,” I said, laughing.

“You fucked me first, I was only returning the favor.”

“If I fuck you again, will I have to go to confession?”

“I’m not here in an official capacity,” I told him.

“But you wore your collar.”

“It’s the only decent clothes I have.”

“I want to rekindle our love,” he said as he began kissing down my chest.  When he reached my cock he looked up at me and I was flooded with memories from our checkered past.   The bad ones faded as he took my cock in his mouth and we heard my soft moan of pleasure.