Date: Tue, 05 Mar 2024 05:55:37 +0000 From: internetboyfriends Subject: Confessions of the boy within chapter 2 This is all completely fictional. Please support Nifty so we can continue to enjoy this wonderful resource. Please excuse typos, this is written without editing. The week flew by. Paul kept himself as busy as possible, to avoid thinking about the confession. The afternoon light hit in a subtler way than last week due to the dense black clouds building in the sky. Rain starts pelting on the roof of the church, obscuring any other sounds coming from inside the church. Paul is dressed in loose track pants and an old but sexy fitting t-shirt, he didn't want to be so constricted for this session. Paul lurks outside of the confessional door, which is closed and sealed shut. "Do we have to sit in the booth or can we talk normally?" said Paul, raising his voice and pressing his lips to the thick wooden door. "Go on, get in and shut the door" says the Priest with a muffled tone. Paul parks his ass on the seat and seals himself back into the intensity of the booth. "Welcome back, my son. How have you traveled this past week?" says the Priest. "Thanks Father. I must say, since last week, I have been keeping myself busy" "Yes?" "But, every minute I've had to myself, I've been beating my meat. Like really fapping away, polishing the knob" "Go on" the priest moans out softly "It's mostly fantasizing about boys and fuck they make me so horny" Paul grabs his hard cock and pulls his track pants halfway down to expose his hard, glistening uncut cock, sticking to his pants. "What types of boys are we talking Paul?" says the priest in a gently concerned manner "Oh the usual, cute blonde boys with tight asses to die for, just waiting to be finger fucked, or, actually being finger fucked as in some of the videos". Paul's voice is breaking slightly due to his furious sock pumping. "are you talking about illegal porn and things like that?" enquires the priest. 'Oh no, nothing like that. I'm happy with is what's available on the surface web. You, know, youtube is a gold mine if you know where to look, wrestling, diving, massage, swimming, water parks, silly dance challenges. It's all there and I know that boys are putting their cute butts onto the internet because they know they will be used as fap material for older guys like me" "Boys are very horny creatures son. Beastly, ravenous and curious" Paul moans at the priest's mention of boys and their horniness. He's had enough talking. "When are you going to suck my cock Father? You were so good and stroking it last week" says Paul with his cock hard and lifted toward the wall. There is a short silence on the priest's side of the confessional booth before a deep sigh, "I know it's best if I am honest with you now. So that my story can be of help to you my son." "Please Father, i'm all ears", Paul leans in intently. "well, when I first joined the Seminary, there was a serial boy lover in the senior leadership of the center. There was an entire boys boarding school attached to the Seminary and we were expected to teach or perform school administration" "Wow, ok, did they touch the boys up?", Paul is raising his voice to speak over the heavy rain hitting the church roof. "well, I didn't. I saw how it affected the boys, I knew it hurt them and they were changed by their sexual interactions with the Brothers but I didn't intervene. If I can apologise about my vulgar honesty but I was turned on by it the entire time I was there." "What? You were?" moans Paul, his cock now slick with precum. "Oh yes! Yes I was! I would sneak in the brothers room at night and force every detail out of them. I would suck their cocks and they would suck mine while we talked about the stuff they were doing." "Oh my Go... sorry... I mean wow! Father you are turning me on...what exactly were they doing?" "Oh grooming the boys with alcohol or cigarettes, visiting their rooms at night and giving them long massages, or in some cases there was full blown cocks out sitting on the locker room benches while Brother kneels and sucks their cocks." "Really?", Paul takes his shirt off and starts rubbing his nipples. "None of it should've happened but it did. Some of the boys were what you would call a born slut and I never felt that these boys were at all damaged by the sexual contact but sadly most of the others did" Paul stops fapping for a second, realising the weight of Father's words,"It's not good" says Paul lowering his head. The priest jumps out of his chair and opens the door to Paul's side of the cabin, revealing Paul's completely naked body and harder than hard cock. Paul notices in that moment how handsome the priest is, a man in his mid thirties, dark hair and eyes, very pensive and wise. Paul rushes to the priest in a horny haze but the priest puts his hand on Paul's naked, thick, muscular, hairy chest. "Paul, take it easy" says the Priest, putting his face forward for a sensual kiss. Paul closes his eyes and the priest moves his mouth to Paul's ear and begins to whisper. "Those slutty boys were fair game and therefore invalidate any whiff of abuse. I must say I enjoyed them sneaking into my room and cuddling with me all night. I held them and showed them love while fingering their holes. I held them as a Father would from behind and the boys relished in the affection" Paul nearly cums and the Priest slaps his hand away and begins to whisper in his ear again. "Slutty little boys like that spread their ass wider than any adult male would have the courage to do" "Oh fuck" screams Paul now that he is completely gooned out. The priest gives his final remarks on full voice, knowing they were alone and the rain would muffle the sound. "One of the boys was such a slut that he would come to me after several of the Brothers had been inside him already. One time he climbed on my lap and inserted my hard cock straight into his boyhole. I grabbed his little ass and molested the fuck out of his ass before another Brother burst in. He was a tall, young and handsome Black brother. He was quite shocked as you can imagine and began to just strip off right there". Paul's cock is completely wet now and the priest gently strokes it and fingers around Paul's ass. Paul is in total ecstasy. "The boy wasnt shocked at all so I assumed he had already fucked this Brother. Anyway, to watch a slick black cock slide into a young boy's white ass is a sight to behold. It is very precious, heavenly, the lips of the boys ass stretching itself to accomodate the slick black cock. To see cum flowing from a cock into a willing boyhole is a gift from God." Paul yells out and his body tenses and ropes of warm cum shoot out onto the priests's hand. The priest leans in and kisses Paul on the lips. "Come back in two weeks this time. Youll be ready for the next lesson," Paul laughs to himself as the priest leaves toward the back of the church. Every cell in his body feels activated and alive. He can't wait to come back. What will he do for 2 weeks? " On Monday, March 4th, 2024 at 11:48 AM, internetboyfriends wrote: 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.