Date: Mon, 04 Mar 2024 00:48:46 +0000 From: internetboyfriends Subject: Confessions of the boy within This is all completely fictional. Please support Nifty so we can continue to enjoy this wonderful resource. Please excuse typos, this is written without heavy editing. Confessions of the boy within Paul's stomach churned at the thought of stepping inside the hardly grand, crumbling suburban church made of blue stone. He hadn't been at confession since he was a child. The church had been recommended some years ago as a safe place for LGBTQI+ people to attend and express their faith without shame and he attended for some months before getting cold feet again. An old friend of Paul mentioned that the priest there is a wonderful listener and that he could go and use confession as a kind of free therapy session. Paul's paid therapy sessions had stagnated recently. He would go, talk to his therapist, pay the money and go back to his bad habits immediately. At this point, he felt he was doing more for the therapist than he was for himself. As he enters the church, all is quiet and the rows of pews are completely empty. Light enters through the stained glass windows, telling the story of Jesus of Nazareth's life, creating swirling rainbow colours on the stone floor. His footsteps echo in the cavernous space as he walks toward the confessional booth made of beige wood and hidden in the corner of the church away from prying ears. Paul is a tall, thick man with dirty blonde hair and a meaty ass that seems to burst out of anything he wears. He is a masculine guy with a tight fitted corporate suit without the jacket and tie. The air almost vacuumed sealed him inside the booth as he shut the door behind him. "Hello there" said a voice coming from the other side. "Oh hello Father" Said Paul fumbling, nervous and strangely aroused by the situation. They went through the formalities of confession. "How long since you have been at confession" and all the other useless processes that the priest must follow. Finally, the priest could probe about Paul's reasons for being there. "What brings you here my son?" "I just want to make sure that we have a seal of confidentiality here" "Absolutely sealed. This is between you and God. I am only a channel for God's message. So what is troubling you?" "It is my desires" "Ah, I am hardly surprised" said the priest with an excited tone emanating from his voice. "I seem to have these desires that I cannot shake father. Every time I have tried to shake them, they return" "What kind of desires son?" "Does it matter which ones they are? All you need to know is that they are sinister. They are not legal and not appropriate." "I see. Have you acted out on any of these impulses or desires?" "God no!.. Sorry.. I mean, absolutely not father" "Well, it would help me to know when this all began. I can assure you that none of this will go any further than here and now". Paul squirmed in his seat. He looked down to his crotch which was now completely engorged with blood. The thought of telling someone about his desires was completely arousing. "Ok, I couldn't tell you when it started, but, it was, I suppose, triggered by a film that I stumbled upon. I love films and I hunt out obscure and odd classic films. The film is about an orphan boy sent to an orphanage in Norway.. or Sweden.. anyway.. one of those nordic countries. There is a scene in the film where he is stripped naked and washed by the nuns." "Go on" said the priest at the slight hesitation in Paul's voice "He is naked father and I was so aroused that I nearly... you know" "Son, the only way you will be free of this is if you are completely honest with yourself. Remember, i am only a channel for God's message. I am not judging you. Know that I have heard it all and very little shocks me." Paul leans over and looks into the window which is completely obscuring the view of the priest. He takes a deep sigh and continues. "Ok, there is another scene where the boy is building a raft. He is completely naked and it was so arousing that I watched it again and again and masturbated to it. Is that too much detail Father?" "Give me all the details son. It's the only thing that will help. Trust me" "I felt so bad about it because the boy was supposed to be vulnerable in the movie but his body was so sexy to me. He had such a smooth ass and his blonde hair was so.. hot. They really did a great job of showing his cock in full view and him bending over to make his raft." "Is this all of it?" "No. Then there was the time that I watched a documentary about a priest that was a serial molester. They explained how he would attend the swimming lessons with the boys and play a game whereby he put a coin in his speedos and would get the boys to find it. I mean, it was such a harrowing story but all I could think of was the boy's hands all over the priest's cock and ass and the way he was probably cumming all over their fingers." "Go on. You're doing good" "I resisted the thought for a while and then I masturbated to it, fantasizing about the priest throwing the boys up in the air and fingering their asses. It wasn't just this case. It was many other priests and school teachers, coaches. The stories would be so heavy and harrowing but all I could picture is the hard cocks of the grown men in the faces, asses, on the lips of the boys they were... you know.. molesting." "Keep going" "It is sick father! These are innocent people whose lives are ruined by these incidences and all I can do is get horny over them." "Any other instances?" "Then there's the divers on youtube. I could watch those boys for hours on slow motion, zoomed in on their beautiful bums in the speedos." "I think i get the picture now son. Tell me this, do you have these feelings in real life? with real life boys?" "This is the funny thing! I am more attracted to masculine men, bears, hairy guys, older daddies in real life. Most of the boys I see are very average. Apart from a few here and there." "And you have no desire to engage with boys, to have sex with them?" "Only in my fantasies." "Well son, there is nothing to worry about. Nothing" "Really?" "Yes. But I want to tell you this. There is a boy inside you that is trying to integrate an early experience. You must listen to him now." Paul notices a wet patch at his crotch now. He jumps at the noise of the priest's door opening and closing. His heart races in anticipation. The door opens and the handsome older priest stands there with a raging hard on pushing at his tight suit pants. The priest is smiling. "I can help you through this gradually. I have been where you are son. Let me help you". The priest grabs at Paul's crotch now. "I want you to know that these desires are normal. They are a gift from God. They become poison when you don't listen to them and you start acting out with boys you shouldn't" Paul is panting heavily now and his nipples are so hard they are about to burst out of his tight shirt. "We are two grown men. We can work through this together." says the priest, rubbing Paul's hard shaft through his slacks. "Now, come back the same time next week and I can show you how to move beyond this". With that, the priest turns around and walks into the back of the church. Paul sit there with a raging boner in complete shock. He pulls out his phone and puts a calendar event for next week, same time, same place. To be continued.