Page 8 of Thots and Prayers

I closed my eyes and focused on taking him as far as I could down my throat when suddenly, there was a rustling from the other side, the door opened, and someone sat down.

I jerked my head up, and Constantine shoved me back down. I choked on his throbbing length as he gently massaged my jaw, encouraging me to keep going. I was frozen in terror, unsure of what to do.

Constantine, without missing a beat, slid the screen door open and turned his head.

“Yes, child. You have come to confess?”

“Yes, Father.”

“Go on, child.” He spoke to both of us as he fisted my hair and urged my head down. I ran my tongue up his shaft as the person on the other side spoke.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was two months ago,” the man said. “I have coveted my neighbor.”

“How so?” Constantine asked him, continuing to urge me to keep going. I was careful to raise my head, but slowly, I moved, continuing what I’d been doing before the man had come in.

“He has a beautiful yard. I can never get my grass as green as his. And he bought a new truck. We live on the same street. We work at the same shop. I don’t understand where he got the money. It kills me inside; I just get so jealous!”

“I see. And do you act on your feelings?” Constantine thrust his hips up, making it look like he was just shifting in his seat.

“I think he knows. We have poker night once a week, just friendly fun, and the last time I hosted, I’d had a few drinks, and I made a comment about the truck and money. It made him uncomfortable.”

“Did you apologize?” Constantine dropped his head back.

“No, Father. I wasn’t sure how, but we don’t talk at work as much now. I’m afraid my jealousy has ruined our friendship.”

“Jealousy can ruin a lot of things. It makes you destructive.” He tugged firmly on my hair as his breathing sped up.

“I know. I’m sorry for these and all my sins.”

“You’re doing good,” Constantine panted. I picked up my pace, sucking harder, determined to get him to finish right here, right now.

“I am?” the stranger asked. There was a creek in the wood as the man leaned forward, closer to the screen. Constantine lifted his arm to shield me from view.

“Yes,” Constantine gasped. “To prove you are sincere in your repentance, I ask you to apologize to your neighbor and find a place to donate your time in town. A soup kitchen, perhaps.”

“We do have one of those here.”

“Good. Then please take time this week to volunteer as your penance.”

“I-I can do that. Yes, that’s a good idea.”

“Let us pray.”

I ran my tongue up and then back down, and then up again, swirling my tongue around his throbbing shaft. I brought my hand up to assist, stroking him as I focused on the head.

The man recited his prayer, and Constantine muttered along with him, trying to hold it together. He pushed my hand away and fisted my hair, shoving me down as he erupted.

“Yes, good! Don’t stop,” Constantine growled, and the man repeated the prayer as Constantine pumped into my mouth, spilling his seed down my throat.

“Amen,” both men said in unison. Constantine held me down as he came to, straightened his posture, and spoke to the man.

“Go in peace, child. For the Lord forgives you of your sins.”

I stayed frozen at his knees and fought back a giggle.

The man on the other side’s god may have forgiven him for his sins, but there’s no way he’d forgive us for ours.

RULE 5 - CONSTANTINE

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