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The man did. “Did I absolve my sins, Father?”

The priest lifted the man’s chin. “I don’t think you’re done yet.” He paused. “Will you be at confession next week?”

The man nodded. “I think I’ll need it.”

The priest drew a cross on the man’s forehead with his thumb, leaned down, and planted a kiss to the man’s lips. “Go forth and sin. Then you can beg for forgiveness.”

With that, the priest walked out and the man on the bed smiled.

Virgin Tales 3

This was the third scheduled meeting between these two men, and I think I was probably more excited for it than they were.

This time it was Dale who waited. He sat on the end of the bed, waiting, waiting, and waiting some more.

He looked again at his watch, then up at the mirror, clearly knowing he was being watched. He raised both eyebrows and sighed, wearing his disappointment like his jacket.

Dale was the older of the two, in his early thirties. Handsome, confident and he had those sexy little crinkles at the corner of his eyes when he smiled. Sean, on the other hand, was young. Just eighteen, a college kid who first visited the club to have his V card revoked. He was naïve, in the way most virgins are, and he’d scored big when he was paired with Dale. Dale had taken such good care of him, and given this was their third meeting, it was clear they had chemistry.

Normally it was Sean who sat and waited, but tonight the roles were reversed. Dale waited, and Sean was late.

Dale glanced again at the mirror, to where I was sitting, watching. “Has there been a cancellation?”

I hesitated in answering, not wanting to intrude, but he’d asked me a direct question. I cleared my throat and pressed the intercom button. “No. He’ll be here.”

I stopped short on saying anything else, like “the kid’s got it bad for you. Believe me, he’ll be here.” Because the kid did have it bad for him. And with how disappointed Dale clearly was, Sean obviously wasn’t the only one who felt something.

Just then, the door opened and Sean all but ran in. He was panting like he’d ran the whole way. He had a backpack with him, which he tossed to the floor, and he grinned, out of breath. “I’m so sorry. One of my lectures ran really late. Man, I thought you might have bailed.”

Dale stood up slowly, unable to hide his smile. “I thought you might have stood me up.”

Sean barked out a laugh and shucked out of his coat. “Not likely. I’ve been thinking about tonight all week.”

Dale walked over to him. “Did you run here?”

Sean exhaled slowly, trying to get his breath under control. “Yeah.”

Dale smiled, almost shyly. He ducked his head a little, and when he looked up, he leaned in and kissed Sean’s lips. “I’ve been thinking about tonight all week as well.”

Sean put his hand to Dale’s jaw and kissed him, deeper this time, and Dale let him lead. When he pulled away, he licked his lips; his eyes were darker now. “So I was thinking I’d be in charge this time.”

Dale quirked an eyebrow, and he fought a smile. “Is that right?”

Sean nodded. “I think we should see if I’ve learned anything these last two weeks.”

Dale paused a moment. “Have you practiced with anyone else?”

Sean shook his head. “Only with you and the fantasies in my head.” Then he smiled slowly. “Would you have been jealous?”

Dale tried to laugh it off, but the set of his jaw and uncertainty in his eyes said otherwise. “Just wondering, that’s all.”

“Have you been with anyone else this week?” Sean countered. He tilted his head a little and met Dale’s stare without backing down.

“No.”

Sean smiled again. “Good, then I might have to make you cum twice to make up for it.” Dale chuckled, but Sean didn’t waste any time. He took Dale’s hand and put it to the front of his jeans. “I’ve had this hard-on since I left here last week. No matter how many times I jerk off, it’s not enough.”

Dale gave Sean a squeeze. “Jesus.”

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