Date: Tue, 02 Apr 2024 07:01:04 +0000 From: internetboyfriends Subject: Part 3: Confessions of the boy within Nearly two weeks had passed and not a word from the Priest. Paul had kept himself busy by throwing all his energy into his work. Why did he have to be so good with people? Why do the company keep promoting him to jobs with more responsibility? The truth is, people exhaust him, except for a few friends but even they exhausted him after a while. Only the priest had energised him in ways that he couldn't remember feeling. Only the priest had unlocked great power and energy in his body. Sensations tingled on his skin at the mere thought of the Priest grabbing at his cock in the confessional a couple of weeks ago. There is one day left until his scheduled appointment with the Priest and Paul has decided to come to the mall. At least he could look at the boys with tight track pants and musky boy meat bouncing in all kinds of shorts. Paul's phone lights up while he's siting in the eating area chomping down on a plate of Chinese food. The message reads: PRIEST: I trust you have had a great couple of weeks. Please meet me in front of the school at our usual appointment time. Just wait out front of the offices and I will come and meet you for our session. Paul rests the phone in his crotch making sure the tip of his finger is gently playing with his cock head. He looks up at a group of teenage boys sitting around a food court table, each with their legs splayed as far as possible. One of the boys sweatpants is so tight that his ass looks like two balls of soft delicious marshmallow. Paul had to go home straight away and jerk off. Paul is rock hard for the entire trip home and playing with his cock under the steering wheel. That night he closed all the blinds and put his favourite movies on the projector. Images of boys in various movies are splayed onto the large wall in the lounge room. Paul is completely naked apart from a jockstrap and is jerking his sexy uncut cock which is making his balls bounce up and down furiously. What an ecstatic feeling Paul is experiencing right now. He is pulsing with each pull of his stiff meat, moaning as loud as possible, images of boys in speedos in bigger than life size in front of him. His edging skills are put to the test when a flash of a boy bending over in speedos appears on the projector. The way the water is tricking from the boy's back as he pulls himself out of the pool and the way his ass is eating his speedos is a heavenly sight to behold. At that moment, a small amount of sperm starts shooting from his cock and flying onto his belly. "No, no, no, not yet!" he moans. His balls become squished between his thighs as he tightens up to try to stop the orgasm from approaching. Too late. A failed orgasm. Paul shuts the projector off immediately and makes himself some dinner. His horny spell has been broken for a moment. -------------- Paul jangles his keys inside his trouser pockets while standing and looking up at the school in front of him. It had been years since he has stepped inside a school ground. He wondered whether they would actually let him be here if they knew what his internet browser history looked like. "Ah! Paul!" The Priest's cheery voice bellows from the open doorway across the square. The Priest closes the door behind him and locks it firmly. The two men shake hands. "Hello Father, how are you going?" Says Paul, nervous as fuck, his heart beating at a rate he can't count. "Paul, so good of you to come back. You are probably wondering why I have brought you to the school instead of the church." "Yes, Father, I am confused" "Well, I figured that with all the things you've told me now, that it would be a good idea to expose you to new scenarios so we can work them out together". The priest puts his hand on Paul's shoulder in an "innocent" way. "Paul, the boys are having their swimming competition today and I figured we could talk there." "Yeah sure" says Paul. He stands for a moment and realises what this means. "Wait, Father, I told you how I feel about..." he leanes into the Priests ear, "boys". The priest pulls away, "Now, now, we mustn't have too much of that kind of talk here. We'll get to that later". The Priest took Paul into the aquatic centre for the swimming competition. The smell of chlorine and boys was enough to give Paul an erection right then and there. As they entered into the centre, Paul was treated to an entire scene of boys in their speedos in various competition colours, all displaying their boyhoods for any gay pervert to freely enjoy. The Priest takes Paul to a corner of the seating stand where they can spy most of the action but no-one would take any notice of them. Families, parents and teachers mill about the boys in a chaotic and noisy scene. Once seated, Paul starts to feel very comfortable. He looks over at the Priest who is smiling and looking at the action. The Priest senses Paul's looking and begins to speak, "Most of the other schools in the area have moved to a more modest fitting swimwear for the boys" "Oh no, really?" Paul says involuntarily and then straightens himself, "why?" "Well, they basically put shorts on the boys now. How can one swim in those?" "But not here huh?" Says Paul winking. "Not when we have a boylover in charge of the Physical Education department." The Priest looks Paul directly in the eye and he turns his head in slight shame at the Priest's admission so candidly in such an environment. "You must know Paul. We are everywhere. Back in the day, it was a lot easier for boylovers to rule these institutes but sadly they got greedy and began to run our schools and boarding houses like brothels." Paul shifts in his seat to attempt to hide his erection. "I want you to learn just how deeply we must know ourselves if we are to thrive again in society." "What do you mean?" Says Paul, half looking at the boys in the pool. "I mean that we are brave mortals if we are to face that which we desire everyday and not act on those desires." The Priest senses Paul's confusion. "Listen, we love boys. Look! Were surrounded by them right now" "I can barely handle it Father. I may have to go soon." Says an anxious Paul. The Priest puts his hand gently on Paul's. "Take a breathe. Look out at all those sexy little boy bums and boy cocks pushing out of their stinky little speedos." "Father what are you doin..?" "Just breathe into it. Breathe in their musky little cocks and their peach fuzz curls over smooth skin. Breathe it all in." A subtle vibration gets both of their attentions. It's the Priest's phone which he picks up and unlocks. He smiles as he sends off a message. "Ok, sorry about that. Paul, what else do you see?" Paul shifts in the seat and looks around, "well I see a lot of families that love their sons" "Good" says the Priest, "Keep Going." "And I see healthy competition and rivalry between the boys. Nothing wrong with that." "Nothing at all" says the priest. He picks up his phone and types in `now' and hits send. At that moment, a boy begins to walk toward the seating bank that Paul and the Priest are sitting on. "What else do you see Paul" "I see boys trying their best...." Paul trails off his thought as the cutest boy he has ever seen walks toward the two men. "I see, urgh, I see" Paul can hardly string a sentence together. The Priest nods slightly at the boy who returns the subtle nod and he sets up his bag and gear right in front of the two men. He takes off the shirt he is wearing to reveal a smooth boy body, slightly pudgy with puppy fat. The look on the boys face is one that knows he is being looked at but is trying not to make it known that he knows. The boy pulls his speedos down at the back to reveal a perfect ass crack. Paul just about jumped out of his seat at the sight in front of him but the Priest rests his hand on Paul's forearm as if to soothe him. The boy pretends to forget something and bends over to go through his back. At the same time, he pulls the back of the speedos down a bit more to reveal even more of his milky, creamy boy butt. "Oh fuck" says Paul. "Calm down" says the Priest. "Just be present. Feel into your body." Paul's body wants to explode out of the clothes he's wearing and run straight to the boy. "Remember your surroundings" says the Priest, causing Paul to look around and act normally even in the face of one of the sexiest boy's asses that he has seen in front of him. "Good, that's it" says the Priest. The boy finished fishing through his bag and turns around to look at the two men. The Priest waves to the boy as the boy turns around to face the two men directly. No-one is sat behind the two men so the boy's little hard cock is on full display as he lifts his arms up to encase his hair tightly into a swimmers cap. Paul felt every sense in his body activate. His cock, hard, his balls tight, his asshole clenched, his brain on fire. "What is going on Father?" The Priest leans into Paul. " I would like to introduce you to Marty. You can't meet him yet because our society is very diligent with strange men around teen boys. He has heard of you and he knew that you would be coming today." "What?" Says Paul in disbelief looking at the boy pretending not to listen to the conversation. "Yes, yes, he wanted to help our session today." "What do you mean?" Says Paul taking his gaze away from the boy and looking directly into the Priest's eyes. "Take some deep breaths. Feel into your body. Keep aware of your surroundings. Stay Present." Paul takes the breaths as directed and steels himself a moment while looking out at the action. The boy stands up now. "Breathe" says the Priest. The boy wraps a towel around his waist and attempts to get his speedos off under the towel. A perfectly normal sight in a swimming centre, yet a sight like this is like a poison chalice to a pederast. The boy pretends to struggle and eventually opens the towel with both of his arms outstretched. Underneath is revealed a naked boy body, his cock as stiff as a board with a wispy bit of peach fuzz at the tip of his shaft. "Breathe" says the Priest again. "Woah. I can't. Father I.." The priest calms him down and encourages him to stay cool. The boy is now shaking his boy dick right in Paul's field of vision. No-one else has even noticed that there is boy flashing his hard cock behind an outstretched towel. The boy closes the towel and wraps himself up again and reaches down to find something else in his bag now. As he reaches down, he hikes up his towel so that his naked ass is covertly exposed as he bends over. Only the Priest and Paul can see it because no-one is behind them. "Breathe. You are doing so well Paul." The priest nods at the boy now causing him to bend over really far so that his hole is now on show. "Oh fuck" says Paul but remembers the Priest's words and smiles and flicks his eye at the boyhole while taking in the scene. "Ok that enough" says the Priest. The boy hears and blows a kiss to the Priest for which he doesn't return. The Priest raises his eyebrows to the boy as if to say "go!". Paul can hardly believe the scene as the boy walks away from them in his towel. "Was he doing that on purpose?" says Paul shocked. "He is helping me son. Helping me help you. You've done very well today. I am very proud of how you handled yourself." "What do you mean helping you?" Says Paul. "Well" says the priest, "I want to show you that most boys are messed up from grooming and abuse by older men, but, there are some, like little Marty." "Marty" says Paul with lustful eyes. "Yes, Marty. He's one of many boys who benefit from sex with older men. Boys like him will find a cock to suck or put something up there arse whether you tell me too or not." "That's hot" "Well, you Paul, you would like to be that little boy wouldn't you? You wanted to touch a man's cock when you were a boy didn't you?" "Yep" says Paul confidently. "Well, you've past your first major test. Little Marty is going to help me to help you now. I can see that you need to, urgh, relieve yourself." The priest points subtly at Paul's hard cock. The Priest gives Paul his leather satchel bag which Paul uses to cover his boner as they leave the aquatic centre. Paul is taken back to where they met and through the door that the Priest had exited earlier. Once inside the simple attendant's room, the Priest rips open Paul's trousers and wrestles his hard cock in his pants. After some persistence, Paul manages to wrestle the Priest's cock out of his tight black pants. The priest is a handsome and burly man with a hairy chest and a very hard average sized cut cock. Paul bends his knees to attempt to suck the Priest's cock but the Priest puts his hand under Paul's arm and pulls him back up and toward a corner of the room. The priest motions his hand to a small round hole in the wall. Paul rushes to put his eye there, while stroking his hard meat. What is revealed behind the wall is completely shocking to Paul. He is looking through a peep hole into the next room whereby the same boy from earlier is on all fours on a small table. He has his hands reached around behind his ass and fingering his right puckered boyhole right in the view of Paul. "What? Oh shit fuck" moans Paul as he furiously jerks off his and The Priest's cock while he watches the boy finger himself. The boy kneels and looks directly at the hole in the wall. "Hi Paul" says the boy "Do you want my ass?" He says as he bends over again exposing his tight little boy behind. His balls are completely smooth and pink. The Priest's cock is thrust out of Paul's hand which makes him look back into the room. The Priest is shutting the door behind him "Father?" Paul whispers loudly. "Where are you going?" A sound is heard on the other side of the wall and Paul puts his eye back to the hole. The Priest has now entered the room next door. Paul is scandalised by the sight of the Priest pulling his hard cock out and shoving it straight into the boy's wiling mouth. The boy's tongue wrapping expertly around the Priest hard cock sent him over the edge and he sprayed more cum than he has ever sprayed in his life, completely coating the wall. Paul pulls his pants back up suddenly and steels himself before running out the door. His post orgasm haze reminded him he was on school premises watching the school priest fondle a school boy! As he walks out, the Priest bursts out of the room next door and tries to catch up with him. Paul manages to get into his car and drive away as the dishevelled Priest is running toward him. Paul looks into the rearview mirror. He knows himself well enough to know that once this shame has worn off, he'll be back. Maybe next time he will be inside that boy. The thought sent blood straight to his half hard cock. Paul pulls out his phone and sends a message to the Priest. Paul: I'm sorry I left to quickly. I want to see you again. Almost as soon as Paul sent the message, he receives a reply message. Priest: No need to apologise. I will arrange a time very soon. Perhaps we can be off school grounds next time. And you can meet our helper formally. In love, Isaac. "Isaac!" Proclaimed Paul. It was the first time he had even heard the Priest's name. He sends a return message. Paul: Well Isaac! I look forward to our next session. I appreciate our friendly helper. Please pass on my love to him. Paul's phone dings. A picture from the Priest. Paul inhales to near hyperventilation. The image is accompanied by the text "happy little helper sends his love" and the image is of the boy smiling, grinning. On first glance, it looks like a boy that has just come out the pool but on closer inspection, Paul realises that the boy's face is covered in cum, the priest's cum. Paul looks down at his cock and says. "Well buddy, get acquainted with your new little helper". He hits his hard cock onto the boy's face grinning brightly from the screen.