Date: Sun, 19 Jun 2011 10:35:55 -0700 From: Mike McCoy Subject: Fatal Confessions - Novella (Adult/Youth) Copyright 2007- 2011 Written by: Christopher Michael This story is purely fiction and created out of my own mind and fantasies. The following involves homosexual relations between adult men and a teenage boy. Don't read if this isn't your thing. Fatal Confessions Chapter 1 - Youth Group Meeting It was Wednesday afternoon and time for confessions. Father Immanuel and Father Estancio sat in their vestibules deep in the dark cold sanctuary waiting for the faithful to confess their sins. Father Estancio was formal and astute yet patient and overall good natured. The old ladies tended to come to him. He was a good listener and did not react harshly to anything he was told. A kind word and a few hail Mary's and the supplicant was allowed to return to the world of family intrigue and gossip that occupied most of the idle lives of the women in his flock. Father Immanuel was the type of priest who enjoyed the adulation and reveled in the power of the priesthood. People would bow down to him, kiss his feet, take him to nice dinners and flaunt themselves on him, receiving only his idle blessings. To Immanuel the priesthood was a career choice and he had chosen a career of ease. No commute no big deadlines, just talk to people, lead the youth group, teach a few classes each week and listen to confessions, what a job! This day was slow and quiet. Father Estancio stayed silent and reserved in his vestibule reading scripture and praying for all the souls that should have presented themselves for confession on this day but found the pressures of daily life too taxing to commit themselves for supplication to the supreme being. Father Immanuel sat in his vestibule flipping through the pages of the latest anime graphic novel from the Naruto series. The text was in Japanese, but the pictures told the story well enough. He was startled from his picture viewing when he heard the door open on the opposite side of the confession booth. The small screened door slid open. A soft youthful voice whispered through the screen, "Forgive me Father for I sin every fucking day". Father Immanuel whispered urgently, "Troy, why did you come here?" "I'm bored and fucking horny", mouthed the youth. The young teenager had first appeared at a Wednesday evening youth meeting a few weeks earlier but decidedly did not fit in with the rest of the preppy junior high youth group of this upscale urban community. Troy's hair was a bit longer, his clothes a bit tighter, both ears blinged with bright large cubic zirconium ear rings and his long slender body just oozed a sort of sexuality that most 14 year old boys would never be able to muster. Father Immanuel felt his crotch begin to swell as he focused on the memory of the slender body of the relaxed, fun loving young male and the night of their first meeting. Father Immanuel had finished the Wednesday evening youth meeting asking for anyone who was willing to commit their life to Jesus Christ that evening to stay after the meeting to receive a special gift and blessing. As usual a few of the young girls stayed after the meeting and wanted special prayers and blessings. Father Immanuel spoke to them softly then gave a hug to each girl before they left for the evening. As the girls wandered out of the room, Father Immanuel looked up and saw Troy standing in front of him, alone and vulnerable, his tight jeans giving the illusion of a huge bulge. Father Immanuel faintly smiled and unconsciously wet his lips. "So you gonna give me some blessings or maybe a special gift", asked Troy as he walked slowing up to the priest. Father Immanuel smiled salaciously but kept the fa‡ade of righteousness and asked sternly, "are you willing to commit your eternal soul to Jesus Christ", even as his cock began to swell under his vestments. Troy shrugged his shoulders. "I'd be happy to get a hug like you gave the girls." He smiled sheepishly and looked up at the Father with huge moist eyes. Troy sauntered forward toward the front of the empty room...now occupied by just a horny boy and simple priest about to fall willingly from the pedestal of piety. Actually Father Immanuel had dreamed of such a moment since before he joined the seminary but, he had never pursued the desire and an opportunity like this had never presented itself. Now here was Troy, oh shit, presenting himself rather obviously. But how to react? Never mind what the conscious or pious mind might think, his body was reacting...his semi rigid cock was quickly throbbing to a full hard on with every step that Troy took towards him. The mind could battle all it wanted...but the body was weak. Prayer was...well, prayer, but a hot warm body was....was oh, fuck, simply divine. Father Immanuel reached out, Troy was already close enough that Immanuel's arm wrapped around the slender waist and pulled Troy's body close to his. The boy simply looked up and smiled a whimsical Cheshire smile of knowing, as his smile broadened there was a peculiar glimmer in his eye. Immanuel had imagined himself as the seducer in his fantasies, but realized in that instant that he was now the seduced. The father was under the spell of this youth. Father Immanuel reveled in this fresh new feeling. He felt the heat of the boy's body wrapped in his arms and in turn Immanuel felt his body heat up; beads of sweat radiated from his face. He looked down deeply into Troy's dark brown eyes. Immanuel let out a long deep sigh. A certain deep tension was released. It was as if he had been holding something in, trapped for years, now released. His body un-tensed. The boy could feel the priest's body change. "Are you alright?" asked Troy. "Did I do something wrong?" "No, no son, you've done nothing wrong, I'm, I am fine...fine." Immanuel gave a soft smile looking down into Troy's deep pooling eyes. Troy didn't hesitate but acted quickly. He pounced like a python pulling the man to him he kissed Immanuel deeply on the lips. The embrace grew stronger. Tongues mingled and intertwined. The bodies pulled tightly together....joining. Troy broke from the embrace and dropped to his knees. Father Immanuel was wearing long heavy cassock but that did not stop Troy in his ambition to suck some pure rock hard cock. Troy reached under the thick robes and found the undergarments. Father Immanuel stood frozen, vulnerable and helpless as the youth stripped them to his ankles. Troy threw the cassock over him and clambered inside the heavy robe seeking the hot rigid member that awaited his horny lips. Troy rose up on his knees inside the tented robes and found the stiff member in the darkness. Troy slowly stroked the length of the 7 inch cock. The thick holy cock pulsed and throbbed at his touch. Troy reached for the balls. Hairy but loose hanging he gave a good pull and the thick long cock pulled down and brushed against his cheek. He closed his eyes and grabbed the quivering cock into his mouth. No foreplay, no teasing, he lunged deeply onto the long staff and gorged himself on the stiff cock. Troy sucked and bobbed rapidly up and down swirling his tongue around the rim of the large mushroom head each time he came up, and then drove down the shaft again until the cock filled his throat. The cock was thick and soon saliva was leaking out the sides of Troy's mouth, but his efforts were paying off as he began to taste pre-cum mixed with his own saliva. Father Immanuel held Troy's head through the robes and began to press Troy's head deeper on the down stokes. Immanuel straightened his body and threw his head back while his hands guided the boys head up and down his shaft. Immanuel could never have imagined this scene even his wildest fantasies; a young boy knelling before the holy man praying at the base of his manhood. Troy felt the cock begin to swell and twitch....he knew what was coming. He tightened his lips around the mast and kept plunging down the shaft. Immanuel's cock exploded on the upsurge and he let out a deep and throaty gasp. Thick creamy cum gushed into Troy's mouth with the first spasm of white hot elixir. The spasm sent electrified erotic pulses throughout Immanuel's body such as he had never experienced before. This was so much better than fucking his hand or pillow. The second spasm of hot cum filled Troy's throat. He had no choice but to swallow, but he didn't mind. That second spasm sent Immanuel's body to sway; almost losing his balance and the hard, wet cock was pulled from Troy's mouth. Father Immanuel stumbled away a few more steps leaving Troy half covered by the out stretched robes, his cock still throbbing and jerking. Troy flung the robes off his head and looked up at Father Immanuel. Immanuel looked slowly down at the boy; his vision came back into focus on the beaming smooth face of the boy. Troy grinned widely and wiped the saliva mixed with cum dripping from his mouth with his shirt sleeve. "Boy, what have you done? Why did you do that to me", asked Father Immanuel. "I could tell that you wanted it, you were eyeing me all night. I wanted to show you my commitment. Don't tell me you didn't enjoy that. You could have stopped me at any time", stated Troy somewhat flippantly. Immanuel stared dumbly at the boy, not sure how to react. He had wanted it, wanted it for years. He just never could have imagined that it would happen like this. Troy rolled off his knees and lay on the floor, his head propped up under his hand. He licked his lips and smiled up at Immanuel. Troy's eyes seemed to twinkle. He had such a beautiful face and lips. Immanuel wondered what was happening to him. He was drawn to this youth. As his body recovered from the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced he fell to the floor and lay next to the slender boy. "I am damned forever", whispered Father Immanuel as he ran his hand along the boys slender thigh. "But if this is what it feels like to be damned, then Satan; bring it on because I have never felt so alive". "Chill preach", said Troy. "It was just a blow job, not the end of the fucking world. You're horny, I'm horny. We just did something about it", Troy said in a matter of fact tone. Troy continued speaking but the words did not register with Immanuel. The sight of Troy's smooth beautiful face as he spoke was mesmerizing. Immanuel was so lost in just watching the changing expressions, the curl at the corners of his mouth, his expressive eyes, he didn't hear a word the boy was saying. Immanuel was entranced and basking in the afterglow of orgasm. "Earth to priest", Troy shouted as he waved his hand in front of Immanuel's face. "Maybe you don't know how this works, but you're supposed to do me now", said the boy. Immanuel hadn't planned the events of this night; he certainly hadn't imagined he would have done anything to this boy. Immanuel absorbed the warmth of the youths body and clutched the boy closer, then he pushed Troy onto his back, and sat on the boy straddling him, pinning his hands to the floor above his head. Troy smiled and gave Immanuel a hump. Immanuel heard a sound coming from the next meeting room and saw the light shine under the door. "Oh no...it must be the janitor. We need to get out of here". Immanuel stood quickly still holding one of Troy's hands and pulled the boy up from the floor. "Let's go, if we pass by anyone, just look normal", said a suddenly nervous Father Immanuel as he straightened his robes. "I always look normal, but I don't know about you...you look as if you just robbed the cookie jar", said the confident youth. Chapter 2 - Comic Books Immanuel and Troy ran out of the meeting room and down the hall. "Where can we go?" The idea of almost being discovered lying on the carpet caressing a young boy put the fear of God back into Father Immanuel. His breathing accelerated but not from being horny. Sweat dripped from his brow as he walked quickly through the building. Troy stepped quickly to keep pace with the Father. "Father, chill out. Nobody saw us. It's cool. Relax." Then Troy walked faster and got close to Immanuel's ear and said softly. "I'm still horny. Don't leave me hanging. Just like my therapist you know, "THE RAPIST, T- H-E-R-A-P-I-S-T, used to say"...."you really should reciprocate." Father Immanuel stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face Troy. He was shocked and had sharp words cued up on his tongue ready to spew at the boy, but shut his mouth up tight, said nothing, turned and continued walking down the hall. "It was a mistake. I can't do this. We can't do this. It's wrong on so many levels. I'm supposed to be your spiritual guide, not your sex partner, friend...whatever," Father Immanuel stammered. "Don't worry, it's just the after orgasm guilt that's talking. It will pass," Troy stated matter of factly. "Who the hell are you boy," said the startled priest. "It's just that I've done this before. I mean, I've had a bit of experience. Maybe more than you I guess." "I guess you have," said the Father. "Everything will be OK, don't worry." "Boy, I don't think so. I don't think that I will ever be the same. I'm sorry, I can't see you again." "Wow, I didn't think one little blow job could have this strong of an effect. Damn, I must give good head," said Troy proudly. The Father and Troy exited the building and walked across the church campus towards the parking lot. Father Immanuel paused, looked into Troy's eyes and said, "Yes you do. You do give good head. Best I've ever had." "Only one you've ever had?" asked Troy. "Yes, first and only one I'll ever have." "OK, I get it. I know how you feel. I just want a chance to see you again. I don't have many people I can talk to," said Troy genuinely. "You have the THERAPIST, don't you?" said Immanuel. "Fuck that jerk. Just promise me you'll meet me. Do you like comic books?" asked Troy. "I dunno, I guess. I used to read comics when I was a kid." "Have you read any Anime?" "No, what's that, something new? It had better not be sexual!" "Heck no, it's Japanese, the art is fantastic. You'll love it. How about you meet me Tuesday after school at Gizmo's on 2nd street? I'll show you some cool stuff and we can talk." "OK, just talk, right?" "Yeah. Sure," Troy said with a wink and a smile. "Hey you!" said Immanuel. "OK, I'll let you off easy tonight but you'd better be there Tuesday at three. Can I get a goodbye hug?" Troy looked up at Father Immanuel with those puppy dog eyes. "Just a hug?" Troy nodded and opened his arms in preparation for a hug. Father Immanuel stepped forward and wrapped his arms around that slender youth. He squeezed the young warm body into his and inhaled the scent of youth deeply into his lungs. Troy squeezed back. "I'm sorry if I freaked you out." "It's OK, maybe I needed a bit of a freak out." "See you Tuesday?" "Yes. I'll be there." Tuesday afternoon came around and Father Immanuel made an excuse to leave the rectory for a few hours. He needed to visit some of his parishioners and it was important to connect with the community. He drove within a few blocks of Gizmos comic book store but decided to walk the last couple blocks to the store. He was anxious, almost excited to meet the boy. Troy had continually been in Father Immanuel's consciousness since the night of their first meeting. He could not get the boy out of his mind. He relived the erotic experience with the boy a hundred times. The night after he met Troy as he lay in his bed ready to fall asleep, all he had to do was to visualize the slender body and his cock instantly became rigid. He caressed his soft loose balls and began to stroke his hard cock. His breath deepened. He imagined he was inhaling the scent of the youth. He visualized Troy sucking his hard cock and stroked his meat with a fierce steady beat. He imagined the boys' stiff boner, the long white shaft of the cock he had not yet seen. He imagined himself licking the boner and nibbling on the pointy head of the boy cock. Father Immanuel stroked faster. The erotic feelings came faster than his fantasy and his cock erupted before he got to suck the boy cock in his dreams. His thick cock throbbed and spurted liquid enjoyment all over his chest and up to his chin. Immanuel fingered cum pooled on his chest, scooped up a big dollop and dripped it into his mouth imagining it was hot boy cum from Troy. Father Immanuel's mind was very active and his libido worked hard to keep up the pace. He jacked off in the rectory restroom the next afternoon and again before dinner. If this kept up he would soon be pumping a dry well. He'd never been so constantly horny in his entire life. During his own youth he simply did not listen or react to his inner feelings. He shut them off. Troy, this simple youth, in a single act had punctured a hole in the damn and the juices of long held back emotions burst through the fractured reservoir. Father Immanuel pushed open the door. A small bell clanged as he stepped into the comic book store. He paused to look around. The clerk, a skinny guy with scraggly facial hair wearing a t-shirt with a Superman "S" sat on a stool behind the counter. He barely noticed Immanuel come into the shop. Immanuel strolled slowly around the racks filled with comic books. He saw the old familiars, Superman, Spiderman, The Fantastic Four but he also noticed there were many new comics; a wide variety, all unfamiliar. He browsed around the store leafing through various comics, fascinated by the quality of the artwork. The bell clanged at the front of the store. Immanuel turned to look. It was Troy! Troy walked quickly over to Immanuel. As he walked through the shop he nodded to the clerk. The clerk gave a nod back and went back to his own reading. "Hey Father. " Troy grabbed Immanuel's hand and began to drag him towards the back of the store. "You gotta see these. It's Naruto, my favorite." Troy showed the priest a rack full of Japanese animated comics. "These are the newest ones. I don't have these yet," Troy said as he picked up three comics and handed them to the priest. "Buy these for me and let's go." Immanuel was startled. He still was not used to the boys' abrupt nature but he didn't want to loiter in the store so he went to the counter, paid the clerk and walked with Troy out of the shop. Immanuel handed the bag of comics to Troy. They walked down the street until they came to a small alleyway between buildings. "Follow me, I know a place," Troy said as he walked into the alley. At the end of the alley and behind the buildings was a small shack. Troy opened the door and walked in. Immanuel followed as if under the spell of this bold youth. The shack was dimly lit as indirect sunlight fought its way through dirty windows. There was a large door at one end and a workbench along the side. This was actually a small old fashion garage with a dirt floor and two cement strips meant to be the guide for the car's tires. On the floor was an old double size mattress with no sheets. Dirty magazines with pages torn out were splayed on the floor. "Great place huh? At least no one can bother us. It's safe," Troy said as he presented the room to Immanuel. "I guess you've been here before?" "I've been here a few times, with my friends, just for fun." Immanuel stood still, not sure what to do or how to make the first move. "Come on. Sit here," Troy said as he sat down on the edge of the mattress. Immanuel moved to the mattress. "Stand up," he said to the boy. Immanuel knew what he wanted to do; he'd played the movie in his mind a thousand times. Now it was for real. Troy stood up, looked up and smiled at Immanuel. The Father lightly stroked the boys' cheek and looked deeply into the dark pools of the boys eyes. He let his hands wander down Troy's chest and to his waist then pulled the boy's t-shirt over his head, tossing the shirt onto the mattress. Immanuel marveled at the thin physique and pale white skin. The boys' hairless chest had the outline of small pecs and flat stomach. Immanuel ran his hands up and down the boys' chest and torso. He fingered the small nipples. The nipples reacted to his touch and tightened to small nips. Immanuel licked a nipple, then sucked it as he put his arms around the boys' waist then pulled him into his own body. Immanuel reached down to Troy's crotch and felt the hot boys cock rigid; trapped inside his pants. He rubbed the boy crotch and Troy's cock jumped aching for freedom. Immanuel opened the jeans, unzipped the fly and pulled down the pants. Without hesitation he pulled down the boy's boxers revealing a 6 inch boner. Immanuel examined the boys' dick. There was a small bush of light brown hair above the cock and hairless balls. The boys' dick was very white, circumcised with a round red head. It was thicker and longer than he expected for such a young skinny boy. Immanuel moved closer and took in a deep breath of boy scent then sucked the boys' ball sack into his mouth. He sucked one ball and then the other turning them tenderly in his mouth, then he moved up the shaft and gave one long lick up the cock until he reached he head, engulfing the entire boy cock in his mouth. He reached behind the boy and cupped one butt cheek in each hand and pulled the boy closer until he had the cock down to the root in his mouth. Immanuel began with slow pumps up and down the boy cock going up only to the point where the cock begins to thicken and then dove down on the shaft again. Immanuel stopped moving his head up and down and began to push and pull the boys' body, jamming the boy cock as far down his throat as he could. He controlled the boy's body movement with his hands on the boy cheeks. As the cock plowed his mouth he used his tongue to massage the piss vein and the swelling head. The boy sack bounced off Immanuel's chin with each slam of the boys' body into Immanuel's face. The boy began to pant. His cock swelled. "Oh man, oh that's so good. You're like a fuck'in buck'in bronco, yee ha...get ready for my cum", laughed Troy. The boy's body spasmed and jerked as his boy cum filled Immanuel's mouth. Troy tripped and fell to the mattress as his second spasm of thick white cum shot from his cock and flew into the air and splaying across the mattress. "Whoa, Father, where'd you learn your moves? That was a bit wild for a stuffy old priest", Troy said looking up at Immanuel. Immanuel was on his knees wiping the saliva from his lips. "I don't know. I just did it. Did you like it? Was it OK? I didn't hurt you did I?" asked Immanuel. "It was great. I loved it. I just didn't take you for the wild type, but I'm glad you are. Better than just lying there like an old fart," Troy said. He rolled on his back, stiffened his body and made a croaking sound. "I'm an old fart, hurry up boy and suck my cock, arck, arck, arck, before I die!" Troy rolled back to face Immanuel. "So what do I call you anyway; Father...Immanuel...or just, Hey Old Fart?" Troy asked turning a bit serious, biting his lower lip as he waited for the answer. Father Immanuel considered for a minute. "It may sound strange because of our age difference, but I'd like to consider you a friend. Can I call you my friend?" "Sure, everybody needs friends. I like you like as friend, or maybe even better than a friend," Troy replied. "Well I don't have many friends these days, being a priest you don't make many real friends, but my friends call me Manny." "Manny, hmm, I like. You're my Manny. Manny, my friend Manny," Troy said delightedly in a sing songy voice. Troy stood and began to dress. "What are you doing? Wait, don't get dressed yet." "Sorry Preach, I mean Manny, I gotta get going. I gotta be somewhere." "What about reciprocating?" "I will. I'll do something special next time." Troy buttoned his pants, pulled on his shirt and grabbed the bag of comic books. "Here, read this, you might like it." He tossed one of the books to Immanuel. "A comic book; I was hoping for something better." "It's not a comic book. It's a graphic novel. It's Naruto, he's a boy. You'll like it." Troy bent over and kissed Immanuel. Immanuel held the boys face to his and kissed him deeply in return. Troy pulled away. "Sorry, got to run", Troy said moving towards the door of the shack. "But when can I see you again?" Immanuel pleaded. "I know where to find you," Troy said coyly as he stepped out of the shack into the full afternoon light. Immanuel found himself alone in the dank shack sitting on the dirty mattress. He looked around then slowly stood and brushed himself off. Disgusted with himself he muttered; "Look how far from the grace of God have I fallen in such a short span of days," as he walked out into the alley, the taste of cum still on his breath. Chapter 3 - The Confessional Father Immanuel sat in his vestibule flipping through the pages of the latest anime graphic novel from the Naruto series. The text was in Japanese, but the pictures told the story well enough. He was startled from his picture viewing when he heard the door open on the opposite side of the confession booth. The small screened door slid open. A soft youthful voice whispered through the screen, "Forgive me Father for I sin every fucking day". Father Immanuel whispered urgently, "Troy, why did you come here?" "Come on Manny, I told I'd know where to find you, besides I'm bored and fucking horny", mouthed the youth breathlessly. "Not now. Not here. You shouldn't be here. I, I'm giving confession," Father Immanuel whispered nervously. "I need to confess. Father, forgive me for I have sinned. I let a priest suck my raging hard cock till I cummed all over and by the way, I want to do it again. Come on Manny, I want to see you," Troy said with angst. "Now is not a good time. You can't be here. What if people saw you?" Manny said nervously. "They'd see a boy confessing his sins to his priest and think what a nice boy, going to confession. All his friends should do the same. Chill Manny, nobody thinks anything." "I guess you're right. Nobody would think anything, except that we don't get too many 14 year old boys confessing. The thought of the need for confession doesn't seem to occur to most of you guys at this age. Come to think of it, we don't get many 40 year old men either, at least not on Wednesday afternoons; must be a trend," Manny said trying to make himself feel more comfortable. "Come on Manny, when can we get together? I think about you all the time. I can't wait to suck your big meaty cock again," Troy said with his lips pressed up against the screen. Manny leaned towards the screen, close enough to feel the heat of the boys' breath as he spoke. Manny hesitated for a moment, "I have the day off next Tuesday. I could meet you in the shack after school." "Next Tuesday, damn, that's like next year. I'm horny now." Troy arched his back, unbuttoned unzipped and pulled his pants down past his hips then pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it on the floor. "Look," Troy said displaying his bare chest and rock hard boy cock. Troy grabbed his tool and started stroking it. "Oh my God," gasped Father Immanuel. "Troy, stop it. You're in God's house and in a confessional, don't," Immanuel's words trailed off as his focus locked on to the sight of the boy slowly stroking his cock. Immanuel's body provided his true reaction to the scene as his own cock instantly hardened. "Manny, show me your dick," panted Troy as the boy increased the pace of pounding his meat. "Come on. Nobody can see. Show me." Manny looked around the enclosed wooden box he sat in. Nobody could see. Slowly he pulled his cassock up over his lap, pulled down his briefs, turned and stood in front of the screen to show his young friend the thick eager man cock. "Wow, so thick and meaty. I never saw it in daylight before," said Troy happily pounding his meat, stopping briefly on the down stroke to fully expose the arching cock for his priestly friend, then resumed his rapid stroking. "Press it up to the screen," Troy said. "You're such a bad influence on me boy. If anyone ever found out what we are doing, I'd hate to imagine my future." "Come on, relax Manny, put your cock up to the screen I want to see it up close." Immanuel inched closer, bracing his shins painfully against the kneeling board, gathering up his robes in one hand and stroking his hot man meat in the other. He pressed his iron hard rod up against the screen. "Oh yeah," Troy said deeply as he moved his face to the screen, rubbing his lips and tongue across the screen trying his best to gain some excited reaction from the hot tool on the other side of the screen. "I can see the veins popping out our shaft and your head is glistening. I want to lick it. I want to suck it. You're making me so hot." Troy's knees were on the kneeling board. Usually meant for the penitent parishioner who after spilling their guts to the holy priest would promise to repent then be sent off to say their "Hail Mary's". The wooden confessional booths were well built with a set of four booths constructed on the same raised platform. Each set of confessional booths were separated by a foot or so to allow for privacy. Father Estancio was in the next confessional booth taking confession from Mrs. Lee. "Father, I think I sinned, I'm sure of it. My tongue it like a sword an I believe I hurt another, even dough da bitch deserve it. Oops, sorry Father. I want to repent and perform de act a contrition," said Mrs. Lee. "And what is your sin?" asked Father Estancio knowing that what he would hear in return was mostly idle gossip. He'd heard enough from all the old women, he knew most of the news about who did what to whom and who said what, and who was a slut and who was pregnant before most anyone else had heard the news. In a way he enjoyed the drama. He strictly held to his vows of silence which gave him a certain sense of omnipresence. The women knew he strictly held their confidence, which just brought more women to tell their tales. It was a blessing and a curse. Troy licked the screen trying to get at Father Immanuel's hot member, all the time jacking his boy cock faster and faster. Troy pulled away from the screen as he started to feel that feeling. His hotness was about to get out of control. As Troy pulled away Father Immanuel could see the nearly naked boy in his full glory and began to pound his flesh feverishly. Troy felt the tide rising in his loins. "You wouldn't believe it. My son, he married, very happy. But dis woman Miss Chuang she came to my house. She say her daughter work at de office for my son. She say my son, he made Miss Chuang daughter pregnant. I can't believe it. I call her "Fucking Bitch, get out my House". My son, he good man, married, happy with little boy and girl." Troy attempted to move, from facing the screen with his knees on the kneeling board, back to the bench so he could shoot cum on his chest to create the best view for Manny, but his foot twisted underneath the kneeling board and he fell back against the confessional wall. Troy's head banged hard against the wood paneled booth. Mrs. Lee and Estancio heard the loud crash come from the next confessional. "Shit, Oh, hoo, aah, aah," Troy yelped loudly as hot white jis shot over his shoulder splashing on the wood paneling behind him as his head throbbed. Father Estancio's ears perked up and focused on the sounds coming from the next confessional booth. Mrs. Lee looked startled for a moment, moved closer to the screen and whispered, "Sound like somebody confess really bad." "Yes, I wonder if everything is O.K. Excuse me a moment, I'd better check," said Father Estancio as he reached for the door latch and stepped out of the confessional. Father Estancio took a couple of steps to the penitents' side of the next confessional and knocked lightly, "Is everything ok?" Father Estancio tried to look through the cracks at the edges of the door to get a glimpse of who was inside. "Yeah, ah, Father, I'm good. Sorry, I was upset and banged my head on the wall. My bad. It's all good. Sorry. It's cool." Father Estancio spied bare flesh. The sight piqued his interest. He moved his head side to side and up and down trying to move his view up what appeared to be the bare leg of a young man. He tried to move his view higher up the leg to see, to see; how short the young man's shorts could be. Father Estancio looked higher up the crevice between the door jam and door and saw part of the smooth skinned face of a young teenage boy. At the sound of Father Estancios' voice Father Immanuel quickly stuffed his rock hard cock in his briefs. Pre-cum oozed from his cum slit. It slimed and stained the front of his underwear as his cock softened in the tight cotton briefs. He flung his robes down, and stood smoothing his frock. Father Immanuel stepped from the confessional, looked at Father Estancio fiercely and motioned him to come into his confidence. Father Estancio briefly peered towards the boy's booth then stepped over to Father Immanuel. "I'm sorry the boy disturbed you. He's just experiencing a bit of teenage angst, girl friends, peer pressure, you understand," Father Immanuel said in a whispered, confidential tone, holding his finger in front of his mouth symbolizing the sign of a whisper. Pardon him; please continue with your parishioner." Father Estancio turned and stepped back towards his confessional, then paused in front of the boy's booth. "You're sure you're alright son?" asked Father Estancio. "Sure, dude, I'm alright; chill" Troy said raising his voice in a shrill tone as he pulled his jeans up over his soft white hips. Father Estancio backed in to his confessional and closed the door. "You back? I hope dat boy O.K. His O.K., yes?" asked Mrs. Lee. "I apologize, the boy is fine. Apparently just upset about a girl friend or something, but I shouldn't say anything. Mrs. Lee, please continue." See, another slut, she ruin dat poor boy's life. The young women tuday, dey confuse de man want to take his good life. I know I'm wrong, call Miss Chuang a bitch, but I can't helped myself. My son, his wife have a good life, very nice." "Mrs. Lee, I think it should be your son in this confessional bearing his soul instead of you," Father Estancio said sternly. "Mrs. Lee, do you acknowledge that you are a sinner?" "d'yes Father" "Do you repent your sins and promise to do your best not to sin again?" "d'yes Father, I do." "Then recite three Hail Mary's and go your way and promise not to sin again. And have your son pay me a visit," Father Estancio sent Mrs. Lee on her way, knowing he would see and hear more from her again soon. Troy pulled his shirt over his head as Father Immanuel stepped back into the confessional. "O.K., that was too close," said Father Immanuel through the screen in an exasperated tone. "You crazy boy, what did you get me into"? "You're always so tense. Relax, we didn't get caught. Everything's cool. That fucking rocked my world," said Troy excitedly. "Did you see me shoot? It went all the way over my head"! Troy turned to the wall and wiped the dripping cum off the wall with the tail of his T-shirt. "I should confess once a week," Troy said as he buttoned his pants and straightened his hair. "I think once was too much already, Troy you'd better go, if Father Estancio suspects something I could be in big trouble." "But Manny, when can I see you again? I didn't even get to touch your beautiful thick cock. I really want to suck it again so bad, Troy pleaded." "I don't know. Like I said, I have Tuesday afternoon free. We can meet at the shack; but you really should go now," Father Immanuel said in a tense tone. Troy stood and stepped halfway out the confessional then leaned back in towards the screen, puckered his lips in the motion of a big kiss and whispered, "You can't get rid of me that easy Manny. See ya soon." Manny was nervous. He sat silently in the confessional. Thank god no one else was waiting to confess. He looked over and spied the Naruto graphic novel on the bench, grabbed it and shoved it deep into his robes. He felt hot. The confessional grew smaller. There was still an hour left for confessions. He was to stay in his booth no matter if anyone came to confess or not, but he couldn't stand it. He stepped out of the confessional and headed for the rectory. Chapter 4 - The Rectory Father Estancio had just sent Mrs. Lee off to say her "Hail Mary's" and heard Father Immanuel leave. "How strange," he thought to himself, "something unusual is going on here." Troy left the chapel but instead of going home or anywhere else he decided to explore the church grounds. It was late in the afternoon; there weren't many people around. He snuck into the rectory, through the kitchen and out into the gardens. He walked through the school grounds and had to sneak past a secretary in the administrative office area. Troy decided he would explore, wait and try to find out where Manny's apartment was. He had seen stairs up to the second floor of the rectory he almost went up the stairs but he heard the sound of footsteps and decided to try again later. If he could get to Manny's room then he could have that hot thick man cock all to himself for the whole night. He planned to give himself to Manny. He wanted Manny to be his true boyfriend and he planned to give up his tight virgin ass to his man this night. His energetic boy cock got hard just thinking about Manny's hot member piercing his tight boy hole. Father Immanuel went directly to his apartment. The room was smaller than a college dorm room, very plain and basic but at least he had a room to himself, not like the room he had to share at St. Catharine's. The room had a single bed, a small desk, a wardrobe and a wash basin. There was no window, only a single lamp hanging from the ceiling. The only adornment on the walls was a cross. He paced. He sat at his desk and flipped through a book. He lay down and tried to rest but soon got up and began to pace again. Three steps turn, three steps turn. He changed for dinner but dinner was more than an hour off, so he just sat on the edge of his bed. He tried to pray but couldn't. As he closed his eyes to pray all he could see was the image of Troy's lean body and his aching, hard cock trying to break through the confessional screen. It was so erotic his cock swelled. He tried to ignore it but the image and feelings brought about by the boy who wanted him so badly that he would get naked and jack off in a confessional booth was overwhelming. Immanuel pulled off his cassock and flung the robe on the floor, pulled his tighty whiteys down past his knees and lay back on the edge of the bed. He was rock hard already. He cupped his soft ball sac and rolled his loose balls in his fingers. He brought his hands up along his thick shaft and rubbed slow and hard. He looked up, his eyes fixed on the crucifix. He closed his eyes and the image of a naked Troy humping him flooded his mind's eye. The image of the boy leant down and kissed Immanuel then touched his forehead and brushed his hair softly. Immanuel felt the passion of lust mixed with love like he never had before. In his fantasy he rolled over on top of the boy and began to kiss and nibble on the boy's nipples. Immanuel sucked and nibbled while he frantically whacked his meat. He stroked so hard he could feel his loose balls flopping and slapping against his ass. Immanuel envisioned moving down to the boy cock. He took the hot pink head into his mouth, slipping the head just past his lips. Don't rush. Savor. He sucked. He licked. He was about to thrust his lips down the hard boy shaft when the reality of his orgasm brought him out of his dreams. Thick gobs of cum shot up and over his shoulder staining the bed linens. His body tensed and jerked, he felt tingling throughout his body. His man pump gushed again splashing cum on his chest. He thought to himself, "why is a fantasy sometimes more intense than the real thing?" Immanuel slowly stood trying to not let the cum drip. He took a step to the wardrobe and removed a sock. He used it to wipe the cum from his body, then turned it inside out and wiped up the cum soaked bedding. He felt relieved. He felt sad. He felt silly, a grown man of his stature reduced to fantasies and engaging in the dangerous adventures a young boy had drawn him into. He resolved that it must stop. He'd have to speak with Troy and stop this before it was too late. Stop it before it; they got out of control. Stop it before he was caught. Chapter 5 - His First Time Confessions ended at 6 PM. Father Estancio dutifully waited until the appointed hour then quietly stepped out of the confessional and headed for the rectory. Troy had decided to try exploring the rectory again. This had to be where the priest's lived. He waited by the door that led to the garden. He had not seen anyone for several minutes. There were no sounds from upstairs. He stepped in from the garden and inched towards the stairs. Father Estancio entered the rectory and walked through the kitchen grabbing a hot warm biscuit on the way. He headed out of the kitchen and into the hallway leading to the stairs. As he entered the hallway he saw a young boy walking slowly up the stairway. "You there, stop, er can I help you, son"? Troy froze with his hand holding the hand rail. "What are you doing here? No one is supposed to be in here. This is a private residence," said Father Estancio. "I, ah, I was trying to locate the Father. I, I had...I wanted to talk to the Father," stammered Troy. "Come here son. You're the boy from the confessional this afternoon aren't you," asked Father Estancio. "Yes, I, I feel a good connection with Father Immanuel. I feel comfortable talking with him. Is he here?" "I don't know son, maybe we should step into the library and talk for a moment," said Father Estancio. Troy stepped slowly down the stairs and walked towards Father Estancio with a shy scared look. Father Estancio could tell the boy was frightened. He wanted to find out what was going on with this boy and Father Immanuel. He knew he could get more information by setting the boy at ease. As the boy approached he gave the boy a bit of a smile trying to be reassuring. Troy's head drooped, his shoulders slumped. He looked up at the Father with his wide brown eyes glistening with the beginnings of a tear. Father Estancio relaxed a bit. Troy stepped close to the Priest. The Priest did not move. Troy moved closer looking for comfort, pressing his body against the long silky robes of the priest. Father Estancio put his arm around the boy and led him into the library. The room was nicely furnished with large leather chairs, stately desks, books lining the shelves. At the far end of the room was a sitting area with a large couch, end tables and two chairs. Lamps as well as bronze statuettes of Mother Mary and Jesus Christ adorned the side tables. Father Estancio sat on the sofa and directed the boy to sit in the large chair in front of him. "What is your name, son?" "Troy, Troy Johnson", replied the boy. "OK, tell me Troy, what concerns you?" said Father Estancio. "I don't know what you mean Father," said Troy a bit coyly trying to figure out the motives of the father. Now that they were seated Troy noticed Father Estancio was younger and somewhat better looking than Father Immanuel. Father Estancio tried to act sternly, but Troy figured he could melt the tough exterior and expose the softer side of the father. "You were in the confessional with Father Immanuel. I was in the next confessional, I am trusted with the sanctity of the confession; you can share with me what you shared with Father Immanuel." Troy spoke slowly, "I, well, what I was sharing is quite personal and difficult to talk about. I have become comfortable with Manny, I mean Father Immanuel, so I was able to share with him feelings I haven't shared with anyone else." "It's alright Troy, what you share with me will stay between yourself and God. No one will know, but there is comfort in sharing," Father Estancio was well versed in the methods of loosening one's tongue through his experience with the gossiping women, although most of those tongues didn't require much priming. "OK Father, don't get upset or grossed out." "Don't worry son, I will not judge, by now I have heard much. I don't get grossed out, go ahead boy." Troy twisted in his chair, clearly uncomfortable with what he was about to say. "Well, it's just that all my life, men have been interested in me," said Troy. "Interested?" quizzed Father Estancio. "Yeah, ya know, they like me, ya know." Father Estancio looked quizzically at the boy. "Attracted to me, ya know....for sex and stuff," Troy stated in a matter of fact tone. "You've had sex with men?" asked Father Estancio. "Plenty of times," Troy said perking up a bit. Troy tried to maintain control and calmed his tone. "My Mom had lots of boyfriends. I've had lots of dads and uncles. For some reason some of the guys were attracted to me. They said it was my eyes or my smooth body," Troy recited as if from a memory book. "And what did they do," Father Estancio asked, his interest piqued. "Usually they rubbed on me, kissed me and sucked my dick. Some of them would have me suck their dick too," Troy said shyly. "Did that frighten you?" asked the Father. "No, not really, I like it. I've been doing it since I was 6 or 7." Father Estancio squirmed in his chair. He was at first deeply shocked and repulsed but at the same time he was drawn in by the young boy's story. Father Estancio had heard about child abuse but he had never dealt with it firsthand. All the gossip sessions with the women had conditioned him. He wanted to hear more. "It sounds so horrible and frightening. Those men abused you," said Father Estancio. "I don't feel abused. It's nice to have people attracted to you, and they all treated me nice." "You appreciated the attention, because you were not getting attention from your mother?" "Yeah, I guess, whatever." "And your father; where is he?" "I don't know. He could have been one of the boyfriends or Uncles. For all I know he could be one of 'em that sucked my cock. Probably runs in the family," said Troy indifferently. Father Estancio recoiled at the thought. "What is your first memory of such an experience? Do you have nightmares? Oh, my you've probably recessed those horrible memories," said the young Father. "I remember perfectly. I didn't pre-press anything. It wasn't horrible; it was fun," said Troy coyly. "I remember I was 6 or 7 years old. I was home alone with Uncle Jimmy. I called him Uncle Jimmy but he was really the son of my Mom's boyfriend. Uncle Jimmy was like 14 or 15, I don't know for sure," Troy started to tell his story to the attentive young Priest. Jimmy was lying on the couch. The TV droned with the roar of an NFL football game. He sat up reached for the bong on the coffee table, lit up and laid back down as he exhaled a cloud of blue smoke. Little Troy walked into the room, grabbed the TV remote and changed the channel to Nickelodeon. Jimmy jolted up and reached for the remote. "Gimme that....come here you little bitch, I might have to baby sit you but I don't have to watch your fuck'n cartoons," said Jimmy. Troy ran across the room, laughing, holding the remote. "You little fuck, give me the remote," screamed Jimmy with a mean tone. Troy froze and held the remote to this chest, but turned his head just so towards Uncle Jimmy, in a flirtatious way. Uncle Jimmy was younger and cuter than Troy's other uncles. Usually Jimmy was very nice and playful. Troy was just playing. "Come over here and I'll give you something special," said Uncle Jimmy in a sing songy tone. "What u got?" said little Troy. "Come over and I'll show you," said Jimmy. Little Troy ran to Uncle Jimmy. Jimmy grabbed the boy in a big hug, shook the remote loose and set it on the coffee table. The boys continued to wrestle. Jimmy pulled Troy close then, rolled over him. His crotch rubbed on the young boys' body. It felt good. He rubbed his crotch across the boys' body again. It felt better. Troy was squirming and giggling. Jimmy found himself getting hard and was subconsciously humping the boy. Jimmy grabbed Troy around the waist and tussled his body left and right. "Troy, wanna wrestle?" asked Jimmy. "Yeah, I like it, wrestle more," replied Troy. "Did you ever wrestle naked?" asked Jimmy. "No," said the boy. "Let's try it, it's too hot in here anyway," said Uncle Jimmy. Troy pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it. Jimmy started unbuttoning his jeans and kicking off his shoes. The boys stripped naked in seconds. Jimmy's uncut smooth skinned cock stretched hard to a full six inch staff. He lay back on the couch and pulled Little Troy up onto his lower legs. Little Troy's face glowed. The boy was naked. His flesh touched teen boy flesh for the first time. He giggled and wiggled. His heart raced. He felt hot. Troy crawled forward up the long smooth teen legs until he arrived at the base of Jimmy's balls. He straddled his naked Uncle Jimmy. He sat up straight his little ball sack resting on the teen's thigh. Troy smiled at Jimmy, his brown eyes beaming at his teenage host. But Jimmy's eyes were looking down. "Wow, look at you," Jimmy said eyeing Troy's hard three inch boner. Jimmy reached out and gave the boy boner a soft tug, then smiled at the boy and said, "Let's have some fun". Jimmy wrapped his arms around Troy and pulled the boy close. The teen moved his hips, pushing his hard boy cock up against the boy flesh. Troy relaxed as if he were a rag doll, he let his Uncle explore and use him. It felt good, he liked cuddling. Jimmy rolled them over and mounted the boy, humping Troy's body. Jimmy drove his cock into the boy flesh. His cock rubbed alongside Troy's hard boy dick. In his excitement, Jimmy felt his juices begin to rise and paused. He began to explore the boy's body; he passed over the small unripe nipples, giving them a passing lick and quickly moved down to examine the boy cock. He ran his tongue along Troy's hard shaft. Troy quivered. "Ouch, that tickles," Troy cried. "Relax, you'll see it feels good," Jimmy whispered. Jimmy sucked on the blue cock head then drove down the shaft. Troy's body shook. Jimmy looked up at Troy. "You like it?" "It tingles," said Troy in a daze. Jimmy resumed his sucking, taking the boy's rod to the bottom of its shaft then up, sucking hard on the head. ""ooh, aah," Troy moaned. Jimmy released. "See, You like it, eh," said Jimmy. "Yea," breathed the boy. "I like, do it again." Troy's body seemed as if it deflated as he relaxed in utter submission. His cock grew harder. Jimmy noticed the reaction and pounced on the boy dick, sucking even harder. His lips tightened on the boy dick, his head moved up and down quickly. He gobbled the boy cock and fondled the small soft ball sack. He rolled Troy's balls through his fingers in synch with his pumping of the boy cock. Jimmy continued sucking until suddenly Troy's body stiffened. His cock began to throb. His toes curled. His legs began to shake. It was the beginning of an earthquake that moved up his entire body in an orgasm that produced ecstasy but output no fluids. The boy was too young to enjoy the ejaculatory feeling of pumping out gobs of hot cum. It was a dry pump. But it was pure joy, an orgasmic body tingle for the 7 year old. Jimmy moved off the throbbing dick and looked into the dazed crystal blue eyes, "You like?" Troy lay exhausted. "I like. You should be my baby sitter every time!" "Now it's your turn to do me," said Jimmy as he stroked the boys bare skinned back. Troy dove into Jimmy and hugged him tightly. "Ok, ok, what do I do," said troy excitedly. "Suck my cock the way I sucked your dick," encouraged Jimmy. Troy rolled over on top of Jimmy and scooted down until his face was planted next to Jimmy's bush. Troy clutched Jimmy's rigid teen cock in his hand and raised his mouth towards the mushrooming head oozing with pre-cum. He looked Jimmy in the eye's, smiled then wiped off the pre-cum before putting his lips on Jimmy's head. "Open your mouth wide. Don't bite, and then just slide your lips up and down my boner," explained Jimmy. Troy opened his mouth wider and slowly went down Jimmy's boner. "And you confided all this to Father Immanuel?" "Hell No, um, I mean not really," said Troy. "For some reason I feel I can tell you more things, more details," stated Troy. "I'm happy you feel comfortable confiding in me, my son," said Father Estancio. "You look nice, I mean you seem nice. You seemed mean at first, but I don't know, you aren't grossed out. I never felt I could share my story with anyone. It's so hard to find someone who can listen and not judge me, but you....you" Troy began to tear up and put his face into his hands to try to hide his tears. "Come boy, sit by me," Said Father Estancio. "Obviously you've had a very difficult young life; a life that no young person should have endured." Troy jumped across the distance from the big chair to the couch and snuggled in close to Father Estancio. Chapter Six - The Library There, there, son; comfort comes from the telling, sharing. It's a kind of release isn't it?" Father Estancio stated. "Yes, I feel better," said Troy. "I like you, you're nice looking and easy to talk to," Troy said looking up into the boyish face of the young Father. "I'm glad you feel comfortable son. But I am wondering. It seemed like you had a different kind relationship with Father Immanuel." Troy laid his head in the Father's lap and wrapped his arms around the Father's waist. First he laid his head lightly in the Fathers lap, then slowly rolled his head around, looking up into the Fathers face allowing the full weight of his head to rest heavily on the Fathers crotch. "Well, you're quite an affectionate young man aren't you," the Father stated a bit uncomfortably. "I like to hug and snuggle. It's OK, isn't it? You feel nice and warm. Comforting, like a Priest should be." "Well, yes, it does feel nice. As long as you are comfortable, I guess." "But tell me about Father Immanuel. Do you have some sort of special relationship with him?" Father Estancio asked trying to extract some dirt. "It seemed like something odd was happening during the confessional." Troy rolled over and put his hands under his chin, which conveniently placed them on the Fathers crotch. Estancio was wearing light silky vestments. Troy liked the soft slippery feeling and rubbed his hands slowly on the silk. He wasn't sure if it was his story about Uncle Jimmy or his rubbing around but he could feel the young priests growing manhood. "Troy, did you hear me? What is your relationship with Father Immanuel?" Troy slowed his rubbing and looked up into the innocent yet questioning eyes of the young father. "He's the youth group leader. I go sometimes and he was nice to me. He's cool. He doesn't act all Priestly." Troy paused rubbing the silky vestments deeper with slow long strokes. "I love this fabric, so soft," Troy said coyly. He could feel the thick hard member pointing downward and was slowly trying to dig out the treasure under the garments. "Yes, I love the vestments, aren't they beautiful, a true gift of God", said the father in a disconnected voice. Father Estancio had no concept of what Troy was after. Estancio had long ago disassociated his bodily urgings from his mental state. Kind of a mind body disconnect; maybe in his efforts to remain pure or in his own way to remain closer to God. In that effort he had not allowed himself human pleasures. Maybe this is why he enjoyed hearing the gossips of the old women. Troy squiggled around on the couch to look like he was trying to get more comfortable. "I need more room, lean back a bit", said Troy. The young father complied and as he slid back on the cushion of the couch Troy held his knee and pulled it wider, allowing for better access. Troy took advantage of the new positioning and bunched up the fabric which allowed him reach deep into the Fathers' crotch. He rubbed and gently, slowly pulled on the hardening cock. This was a thick one and inch by inch it was being freed up but as he pulled there seemed to be more and more inches. Father Estancio oblivious or denying what Troy was doing was unmoved from his quest to gather information. "Other than the confessional, have you met with Father Immanuel outside of the youth group meetings?" Troy working away to discover his prize answered carefully. "Sure. I told him about this Anime series, it's like a Japanese comic book. All the kids read 'em. He wanted to get some so I met him at the comic book store." Troy left out what happened later in the shack behind the store. "Oh, yes. He showed me that silly book. He seems obsessed with it. He even took it into the sacred confessional", Estancio said under his breath. Troy's slow steady work was paying off and finally the young hot priest cock sprang free and lay heavily under the undergarments. Troy could finally feel the whole thing and he slowly moved his hand over the thick long cock from base to head and back. The snake grew thick, warm and hard. Troy couldn't resist; he had to see the young priest's cock. He had gotten this far and Estancio hadn't objected. The young priest had to know what was happening. Go for it Troy thought. With quick movements Troy reached down to the bottom of the vestment skirt, careful to grab the alb, the white under skirt as well, lifted them up above the priests' waist and pulled the now exposed bulging underwear down to lose the raging cock into the open air. Now free the beast rose stiffly. "Boy! What are you doing!" shouted the startled Estancio. "You can't do this", he tried to pull his garments but Troy had his body weight across the priest. Troy thought quickly. He yells, but he doesn't try to get up. Troy's answer was to take it up a notch and plunged his mouth on Estancio's cock. He sucked as quickly as he could and got as much of the monster cock in his mouth without gagging while using his hand to pump the lower shaft. He pumped faster than he normally would, hoping to get Estancio feeling good so he might calm down. Estancio was beyond himself. He was slowly regaining his mind body connection. He acknowledged the strange sensations. "What are you doing? Why would do that", asked Estancio, looking down unable to fully react as if having an out of body experience. Troy paused from his rapid sucking and pumping. "I thought it would be better to show you what Uncle Jimmy and I did so you could see it wasn't so bad. It's fun and feels good, right?" Troy said smiling sheepishly as he continued to pump the cock with his hand. Troy marveled at the penis. It was thick; he could hardly get his hand around it. The muscle was hard on the inside with heavy soft veined skin on the outside and at least 8 inches long crowned with a soft smooth glistening head. "You have an amazingly beautiful cock, so smooth and white. You must love whacking off this monster", Troy exclaimed. "I don't need you to demonstrate on me how you sinned with your Uncle and God knows how many others to know it's shameful. And I don't whack off", said the shocked Estancio. Estancio thought what was happening was shameful and a mortal sin but he was to stunned or maybe just a bit intrigued with the feelings that were rising up in his loins to make any movement or severe reaction. He seemed paralyzed yet also felt maybe he had let this happen. "You don't whack off? I mean never?" asked Troy. "I have never touched myself in that way", said Estancio in a low breath. "I felt it would be a sin, so when I was younger and had those feelings I just ignored it." "Wow, pure virgin cock", Troy thought as he went to work ever more rigorously sucking hard on the cock head and that area just below the pee slit that is so sensitive while pumping the other 7 inches with both hands. Estancio's breathing increased and he could feel his whole body becoming warmer. He felt sensations he had never felt before originating in his cock but surging through his body. Troy licked and sucked. He grabbed the priests' soft heavy balls and rolled them in his hand. Estancio lifted his hips. His legs straightened and toes curled. His balls tightened and his cock swelled even thicker. Troy knew what was about to happen and plunged his mouth down the shaft deep into his throat as far as he could go on the coiling viper. Estancio let out a deep guttural moan as his body convulsed and thick creamy white pudding jettisoned from his thick hose into the youths waiting mouth. Jet after jet pumped out and Troy kept stroking and slurping up the hot creamy liquor until the surging fountain stopped. Estancio laid back in ecstasy thinking that now he knew why humans felt tempted to sin with sex and cheat on boyfriends, wives and husbands. Troy rested with his head in Estancio's lap knowing the priest would be enjoying the afterglow of his first orgasm. But as the afterglow of ecstasy wore off, the young priest had a very deep overwhelming feeling of guilt. This guilt overtook him like a powerful riptide pulling away the pure joy he had just felt. He felt his fealty to the lord melt away. He was a sinner! He was dammed like all humans. He trembled. Troy felt the tremble and looked up into the brooding face of the young priest. "Man, that was hot! Felt great huh? You were like shak'in and moaning. I never tasted cum so sweet." Estancio didn't say a thing. He just sat there letting that riptide of guilt turn into brewing anger. "That was hotter sex than I ever had with Manny", Troy said without thinking. Father Estancio woke from his daze. "Manny, you mean Father Immanuel? You did this with Father Immanuel?" Estancio asked loudly and angrily. "Well a few times. It wasn't his fault...I kinda started things", Troy stammered. He had let it slip, he knew he shouldn't have told, but now he supposed it wouldn't matter since they all were involved. Estancio was enraged. "You Satan. You corrupter; evil seducer," he screamed. Troy began to rise and looked innocently in Estancio's eyes. "No, no it's not evil, it's love. Sex is fun. Don't feel bad. We don't have to do it again if you don't want to. I won't tell". Estancio moved to get off the couch. As he rose his hand hit the metal statuette of Mother Mary on the side table. His hand gripped its base as Troy was pledging not to tell a soul what had just happened. Estancio swung the statue and struck Troy squarely on the side of the head. "I strike you down you Satan"! Troy fell to the side and slumped to the carpet. Estancio stood over the boy. The statues uneven edges dripped blood. Estancio lifted the metal form over his head and brought it down with such force it crushed Troy's skull. The boy was dead but the heart kept pumping. Dark thick blood pooled and quickly soaked the carpet. Estancio realizing what he had done dropped the statue. "You Satan devil, you have made me sin but you will not corrupt again, at least not through this host". Estancio wept. If before he felt the riptide of guilt, now he was overcome by the tsunami of depression. Father Estancio went to the closet in the room and found a long blue stole with gold braid. He kissed the stole and put it over his shoulders. He left the room and walked outside. Estancio walked slowly but deliberately through the gardens and into the park behind the rectory. It was dusk. The orange sun was setting on the horizon. Estancio saw the beauty of it but did not stop to view or reflect. He walked on through the park until he reached a bench which sat below an old oak tree. Estancio sat on the bench and began to tie a bowline knot in one end of the stole. He recounted the method he learned during his days as a boy scout. "Make a big loop and a small loop. The rabbit comes up out the hole. The rabbit runs under a log and jumps back over the log and into the hole". He recited to himself as he tied the knot. "The rabbit disappears into the hole and the hole closes up," he said as he tightened the knot. He stood on the bench and tossed one end of the stole over a low hanging branch, put the end of the stole through the loop in the bowline and synched the stole around the branch. He then tied a slip knot into the free end of the stole. Without conscious thought and without any prayers he stepped up onto the arm of the bench, placed the slip knot over his head, pulled it tight then made a quick jump. As he jumped he whispered, "wee"; his neck yanked. The young Father committed his soul to the hereafter. Estancio's body jerked and swung suspended by the singular vestment tied to the oak branch. There was not enough force to break his neck as he had hoped. He gazed at the horizon. His legs kicked trying futilely to find hold of earth spinning below. His body jerked starving and struggling for air. The dinner bell rang from the rectory. He smelled biscuits. The housekeeper had rung the dinner bell but as usual she had to go to the rectory rooms to shoo the clergy to dinner. As she passed by the library she saw the body of a young boy on the carpet and let out a scream. In seconds the room was crowded with the staff. Father Immanuel heard the scream from his room, put down his Naruto Anime book and rushed down the stairs to find the commotion in the library. He saw Troy lying dead on the floor and a sharp pang shot through him. "Who is this boy? Does anyone know this child," asked the Father Superior. The priests and staff looked around at each other questioningly. Father Immanuel stepped forward for a closer look then sternly said, "I have never seen the child before". He turned and walked down the hall. He hid his trembling hands in the pockets of his cassock, entered the dining room, sat at his place and began to eat a biscuit. Fin