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The Confessional
Chapter Two
Yale
Father Matthew's next story concerned a young lad who came for confession at least twice a month. He started coming when he was fifteen, and he was still coming now that he had just celebrated his eighteenth birthday. His sin was always the same. It never varied. Father Warren, Matthew's pseudonym, wrote his story.
"Bless me father for I have sinned."
"What is the nature of your sin, my son?"
"I had sex yesterday for the first time."
"And you think that's a terrible sin?"
"Yes, of course. I'm a minor and I had sex with a twenty-year old."
Father Warren felt a stirring in his groin.
"Well, the twenty-year-old was committing a crime punishable by imprisonment. This is more of a criminal matter than a sin. Perhaps you should tell the authorities."
"No, I would never do that. Besides, I have more to confess, and you'll see that I am confessing in just the place where I should. Shall I go on?"
"Yes, of course."
"I had sex with a man. I'm going to go to hell, aren't I? Please, Father, absolve me." The boy started to cry, and Warren's prick grew hard and throbbing.
"You must change your ways," Warren said. "I will pray for your soul, but you must recite your rosary twice daily, and say ten Hail Mary's a day. Ask the Blessed Mother to erase all thoughts of homosexuality from your mind."
The boy whispered, "Yes Father," and he ran out of the confessional, and out of the church. Warren tried hard to identify the boy's voice from among his parishioners, but it was of no use.
That night, as he turned in, Warren whacked off while picturing this minor having sex with a grown man. In fact, thanks to his youth, he whacked off twice.
Warren thought that was the end of it, but a couple of weeks later, the boy was in the confessional again.
"I tried hard, Father, I really did, but I had sex again. This time it was with a boy my own age. He's in my history class. Are you still praying for me?"
"Of course, my son. Are you still saying your rosary and your Hail Mary's?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, I want you to double it."
"Yes, I will. Thank you father."
As soon as the boy left, Warren went to the bathroom, and whacked off.
Every Sunday Warren searched the faces assembled for mass, but he could never identify his "sinner."
After that first time, the boy came to confession at least twice a month. He was now having sex with other men and boys regularly, and he could not change his ways. He even described graphically what he and his partners did together. Warren was out of advice, so he just listened with his ears, and a throbbing hard-on. It seemed the boy had a need to confess his "sins" to a priest, but he had no intention of changing his wanton ways.
One day, the boy came for confession. He now addressed the priest as Warren, and Warren knew that the boy's name was Yale, like the University. He didn't know his last name.
Yale just sat down in the booth. There were no preliminaries anymore. He shouted out, "Hi Warren. How goes it?"
"I'm well. Do you want to tell me about your exploits again?"
"No, Warren. I haven't had sex since my last confession."
"Wow. Have you finally decided to go straight?" the priest quipped.
"Hardly. It's just that I turned eighteen last week. I'm legal, as long as I confine sex to guys over eighteen also."
"What's that got to do with your celibacy for a whole two weeks? Are you practicing to become a priest?" They both laughed.
"No, it's certainly not that. I've fallen in love with someone, and he's the only one I want to be with."
"Well, I'm very unhappy that you live a gay life style, but if you must, then I'm glad you are ready to settle down. I have always worried about your health."
"My problem, Warren, is that the guy I love, hasn't got a clue how I feel about him. I'm afraid to tell him."
"Are you saying that just thinking of making a life with this man, has finally restricted your active gay sex life?"
"I suppose I am saying that."
"Well, Yale, it's not good to live in limbo. I suggest you tell the man as soon as possible how you feel about him. Don't let the bird fly away, and into someone else's arms."
"Do you really think that's the best thing to do? What if he rejects me?"
"You'll have to take that risk. If he does reject you, you're young enough to move on. My advice is to go for it."
"Okay then. On the advice of my confessor, I'd like you to know, Warren, that I am deeply in love with you."
Warren almost expected this. In fact, he had prayed for it, but he was afraid to make the first move. He drew in his breath and asked, "Do you know where my office is? Go there immediately."
They met up at the door to Warren's office. Warren opened the door, and they stepped inside. As soon as they did, Warren locked the door, and they fell into each other's arms. Yale offered Warren his lips, and Warren received them gratefully. Their first kiss was with closed mouths, but that wasn't good enough for Yale. He forced Warren's mouth open and thrust in his tongue. Warren sighed and thrust his tongue into Yale's mouth.
When he came up for air, Warren said, "Not here, not now. I live in a small house behind the church. Can you come over tonight about seven?"
"I'll be there with bells on."
At exactly seven o'clock, Yale knocked on the priest's door. He was surprised, but he shouldn't have been, to find Warren clad only in a robe, with obviously nothing on beneath it. His erection was obvious. He pulled Yale in and locked his door. Warren wrapped his arms around Yale, and they resumed their passionate kissing. Yale realized that while they were kissing, Warren was maneuvering him into his bedroom. Suddenly Yale pulled away from Warren.
Warren panicked. "You aren't changing your mind, are you?" he asked in concern.
"Hardly. But you might change your mind. I have another confession to make, and you might just kick me out, or not. We'll have to wait and see."
"Am I hearing your confession as a priest or as a friend?"
"Neither. Just listen to me." Warren nodded.
"Three years ago, I was tossing around a football with my best friend, Luke, in his back yard. At some point we took a break, and sat down on the steps of his back porch. All of a sudden he started to cry. I asked him why he was crying. I thought I had hurt him in some way. He told me that our religion considered homosexuality to be a terrible sin, punishable by an eternity in hell. I asked what that had to do with us. He said that it had nothing to do with us, but he had sex with Kevin O'Conner, and now he was in agony. He loved every minute of it, and at the same time he regretted every minute of it. He said that he went to confession, and that helped ease his conscience somewhat."
Yale paused to make sure that Warren understood everything he had said so far.
"Go on," Warren requested.
"Right then and there I wanted to ask him to have sex with me. I even believed that he confessed his story to entice me. Whatever his motive was, I said, `Hell, Luke, you can only go to hell once, so what do you say we have a go at it.' We rushed into his bedroom, and sucked ourselves to glory."
Warren's erection was growing harder by the minute. "I think I remember his confession," Warren interrupted. "But unlike you, he never made another confession, at least not on that topic."
Yale continued. "After that I seduced my cousin, who was twenty at the time. That's when I made my first confession to you."
"I knew even then," the good father said, "that you took consolation in confessing your sins, without any intention of changing."
"I don't believe in God, Warren, and I never attend your church, but on the Easter Sunday morning after I made it with my cousin, my folks forced me to come to church with them. That's when I saw you for the first time. I fell in love with you that day, then and there. I figured that if I went to confession, as Luke had done, I would meet you in an intimate setting. I didn't want you to have any excuses, so I went to confession often until I reached my eighteenth year. It killed me, being with you, wanting you so much, but I restrained myself. Finally, today, I'm legal, and I revealed my true feelings to you. I knew that you felt the same way. I don't know how I knew, but somehow I felt it in my bones."
"You're a rascal. I admit it. I fell in love with you also."
"When did you fall in love with me?"
"At about the time of your fourth confession. You got me so hot, I whacked off several times that evening."
"With all the men and boys I have had sex with, do you still want to make love to me?"
"How can you even ask that question? I want it more than ever."
Warren dropped his robe, and Yale started to undress. He was grinning from ear to ear. Warren's love tool was much bigger than Yale had ever pictured it. He was very erect, uncut, and at least eight fat inches. Yale wondered how big he would be flaccid, and assumed he would find out soon enough.
"Aren't you going to undress?" Warren asked. Before he could say "Hail Mary," Yale was in his birthday suit.
He was cut, and about seven inches in his now erect state. He was average in girth. The two naked men fell into each other's arms. They began to kiss, and without ever parting lips, Warren maneuvered the young man into his bed. He laid him gently down on his back, and began to kiss slowly down Yale's body. He kissed his ears, his neck, his nipples, his innie, and finally reached his pubic area. Yale was twisting and turning back and forth on the bed, but Warren refrained from touching his cock and balls. Instead he had Yale roll over. He lay on top of him, and once again began his descent down Yale's backside. He kissed his neck, and quickly turned his attention to Yale's luscious bubble butt. Warren licked his cheeks, slobbering them with spit. Then he parted the savory cheeks and spent a few minutes rimming the young man's love hole.
Yale screamed out, "I can't stand it anymore. I need to cum." With that he rolled over, and Warren took the young man into him at last. He began to stroke Yale's prick slowly and slobbery with his tongue. At the same time, he fondled Yale's balls very gently. Warren felt Yale's balls hardening and shrinking, so he pulled off.
"Would you like to fuck me?" he asked.
"No," Yale said. "I don't mean to disappoint you, but I don't like anal sex much. Please, if you don't mind, let's stick to oral sex."
Warren was disappointed, but what he was doing now, was more than he ever expected to happen to him. He went back to sucking Yale's prick, and seconds later Yale exploded into his mouth. Even though he swallowed all of Yale's cum, when he crept up and kissed him, Yale could taste his own cum.
The lovers lay side by side, totally exhausted. They held hands, but after a few minutes, Yale released himself. He rolled over onto Warren, and without all the sensuous foreplay that Warren had given to him, he took Warren's cock into his mouth. Needless to say the priest exploded in seconds. Once again they kissed, and this time, Warren tasted his own cum.
They lay side by side in silence. After a few minutes, Yale said, "You seem very experienced at making love to a man. You've done this before, haven't you?"
Warren didn't respond immediately, but finally he said, "Yes, many times. My roommate at the seminary and I made love as often as possible. We figured we owed it to ourselves before taking our final vows. He's clear across the country now, but he's never out of my mind. I thought of asking him to vacation somewhere with me, but I didn't want to expose myself to temptation, so I haven't reached out to him since our separation. You are the only one I have been with since I took my vows, and you know what?"
"What?"
"I don't feel guilty at all. I don't feel like reciting my rosary. or saying any Hail Mary's."
Yale laughed. "When you told me to do all that, I laughed behind your back, and never did any of it."
"I figured," Warren said, sounding sort of sad.
Suddenly Yale jumped out of bed, and started to dress.
"Can you stay the night?" Warren asked.
"Are you kidding? I've got two more tricks lined up before the night is out. You are number one hundred and twenty on my conquest list. My goal is one hundred fifty before I go to college this fall. I figure those numbers will explode once I get there."
Warren stared at Yale with his mouth open. He was just another notch on Yale's rifle.
"Sorry Father, but I was leading you on. I didn't think I could seduce you without some hearts and flowers. It worked. I'm getting to be a real ace at seduction."
Yale was fully dressed now, and headed toward the door. He looked back over his shoulder, smiled and said, "Get yourself an altar boy. I've had a few and I can tell you they are always hot to trot."
Warren stared after Yale. He was in deep shock, but later that night, he analyzed his situation. He knew that he and Yale had no future together, unless he left the church, which he would never do. Until this night, he thought he would never have sex with a man again, but he did, and it was beyond his expectations. He decided to forgive Yale. After all, Yale had made him into a very happy man.
Warren fell to his knees, and asked for God's mercy. He swore never again to give into temptation.
Father Matthew read the story he had written, and was smugly satisfied, that he had taken enough poetic license, that the real boy, who made so many confessions, would not suspect it was him. And what if he did? Matthew could deny the whole thing, and claim that Yale was trying to cash in on the church's great scandal. Certainly nobody would suspect that he was the priest in the story.
He addressed an E Mail to the male erotica site, which had published his first story, and attached the new story. He sent it off, and two weeks later it was published under his pseudonym Nob Rainer.
He got a few hate letters, which he expected, but generally the response from the public was positive, as it had been with the first story.
Authors Note: Look for more stories from the confessional, whenever Father Matthew gets around to writing them.