Page 9 of Gay Sex Club Collection

“I cannot absolve your sins unless I know what they are.”

The man licked his lips. “I suck their cocks and drink what they give me.”

The priest rubbed his cock again through his pants. “Do you partake in sodomy?”

His nostrils flared. “Oh yes. I love it when they use me, hold me down, and….”

“And?”

“I love it when they fuck me.”

The priest arched his back and ran his hand over his own chest. “Do you let them come inside you?”

The man moaned. “Yes. I love it when they fill me with their seed.”

The priest closed his eyes and bit his lip. He took a moment to collect himself. “Oh, how you revel in sin.”

“Yes, Father. I was told you could help me?”

“Is that right?”

“Yes. I was told you would know how to wash me clean. Like an exorcism, you will save me.”

The priest smiled, his nostrils flared. “Do you believe this?”

“I do.”

“Are you ready for me?”

The man licked his lips. “I am.”

“Good. Go kneel by the foot of the bed,” the priest said, his voice was deeper, rougher.

The man did as he was asked. Without a word, he slipped out of the confessional and knelt by the bed. His hands went behind his back, he bowed his head in a true submissive position, and he waited.

The priest now stood in his confessional box. He was hard. I could see the huge ridgeline of his cock straining through his black trousers. He took another moment to inhale deeply, collect his thoughts, then walked out and over to the kneeling man.

He put a gentle hand on top of his head. “My son, as penance for your sins close your eyes. Raise your face to the heavens, and open your mouth.”

The kneeling man did as he was told.

The priest stood in front of him and widened his stance. He slowly undid the button on his pants. The zipper sounded like a crack of lightning in the otherwise silent room. I thought the kneeling man might jump or startle at the sound, but he took a deep breath and his shoulders relaxed instead. Calm, peaceful and waiting, he knelt with his head tilted back and his mouth open.

The priest pulled out his cock. It was huge. At least nine inches long, thick and uncut. With his hand wrapped around the base of the shaft, he lightly tapped the head on the kneeling man’s bottom lip. His tongue quickly swept out to wet his lips, to taste.

“You will repent,” the priest said. His voice was rough and hot. And then he slid his rigid cock into the man’s mouth.

The kneeling man moaned as he took him in, sucking and swallowing. He never opened his eyes, never took his hands from behind his back. And I realized then, my assumption had been wrong. I checked the paperwork in front of me and saw that it wasn’t the priest’s fantasy coming to life right now, it was the man on his knees; he was the one who’d put in a role-play request.

Nonetheless, the priest was playing his part perfectly.

He fisted the man’s hair and thrust into his mouth. “You will repent,” he groaned out, harder this time, more forceful with his tone as well has his thrusts. He was skull-fucking him, forcing every inch of his huge cock down the man’s throat. When the kneeling man gagged, he didn’t show him any reprieve. He just pulled his head back by his hair and fucked his throat even harder. And when the kneeling man moaned, he pulled out.

He held the base of his glistening cock and again, tapped the head of it to the panting man’s lips. “Ask for forgiveness,” the priest demanded.

The kneeling man licked the offered cock and sucked on the head, only for the priest to pull away. The priest lifted his cock and shoved his balls at the man’s mouth. “Ask for forgiveness,” he said, this time softer, pleading.

The man leaned in, eagerly trying to lick and suck on the priest’s sac. The priest let his head fall back and he fisted the other man’s hair. “Oh, you sin so well.”

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