Page 34 of Gay Sex Club Collection

“Did you masturbate to these films?”

“Yes.”

“Masturbation is a sin,” the priest told him.

“I’m sorry, Father.”

“I don’t believe you are. I believe you have every intention of sinning again and again.”

“I am weak to my desires, Father.” The man gave his denim-covered cock a squeeze. “How do I find penance?”

“First, you must try to avoid such temptation. You must ignore it. Have faith in the greater good to look over you.”

“I will try. I can’t say no, Father. I crave the flesh of man, like a drug.”

“Hmm,” the priest said. “Yet you come to repent your sins. You seek absolution.”

“I don’t want to sin, Father.”

“Do you want the sacramental offering? It will wash clean your sins.”

“Yes, Father. Please.”

The priest stood up and slid the small mesh screen across. It was where a priest would normally pass sacramental bread through, a hole about fifteen by ten inches, very conveniently placed at waist height. The priest faced the partition wall and undid his zipper. “Get on your knees and face the hole,” he demanded. “Close your eyes and open your mouth.”

The man did as he was told, kneeling on the built-in knee rest, facing the partition wall between them. His hands were clasped behind his back, his eyes closed, and his mouth open and waiting.

The priest pulled his cock from his briefs. It really was a gorgeous cock: thick, long, and uncut. Gripping the base of the shaft with one hand, the priest fed it through the hole. “This is my body,” he said, and placed the tip of his cock on the man’s lips. “This is my wine,” he said, pushing into his mouth.

The man on his knees sucked him in, as much as the confessional box/glory hole allowed. He sucked hard, like he was starving for it, until the priest pulled out with a moan.

“Thank you, Father,” the man said.

“You’re not forgiven yet,” the priest said gruffly. “I told you to avoid temptation, yet you didn’t even try.”

“Sorry, Father, I?—”

“Go and kneel at the foot of the bed,” the priest barked.

The man scrambled to his feet and darted out of the confessional box to do as he was told. He was quick to get into position: kneeling, hands clasped behind his back, head bowed.

The priest waited in the confessional for a moment. He left his trousers unzipped and his cock out, then walked with slow, confident steps to the man who was on his knees and waiting.

The priest stood in front of him, his protruding cock right near the man’s face. “Can you avoid temptation?”

“Oh, Father,” the man said breathily. The waiting cock was right in front of him. He licked his lips and swallowed hard.

“Do you want it?” the Priest asked, pumping his cock.

“Yes.”

“Can you resist it?”

“I’m trying, Father.” The man leaned in and ran his nose along the side of the shaft. “It smells so good.”

“Keep resisting,” the Priest said.

Then the man slid his cheek along the cock before him. He closed his eyes and rubbed his face all over the cock. “I can’t resist it, Father.”

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