Page 12 of Forgive Me Father: For I Have Sinned

Once we were devoid of all clothing, we laid there, our hands and mouths exploring the flesh displayed in front of them. The only sounds were of lips smacking until he firmly gripped my cock and began stroking it in earnest. The moans his touch elicited filled the room. It’d been so long since I’d came that I couldn’t help it when after the first few pulls, I ejaculated. Embarrassed at my inability to control my urges, I turned and reached for my clothes before Mitch pulled me back down beside him.

“My turn,” he growled into my ear before flipping me over.

I hadn’t noticed the lube and condoms on the bedside table until he reached for them. The sound of the wrapper being torn caused me to clinch up, and I knew where he’d be heading once sheathed. With a click of the lid from the tube of lube, I bit the pillow beneath me as the tears welled up in my eyes and memories I’d long since repressed resurfaced. Painful memories I never wanted to relive, yet here I was again, but at the moment it was of my own volition.

Take it like a man, the priest would yell before slamming into me. What I’d anticipated was going to happen next, didn’t.

Mitch leaned over, gently kneading the globes of my ass. “Relax Jamie, I don’t want to hurt you.”Famous last words…

His fingertip gently probed my entrance, circling it several times before sliding partially in and back out. “Jamie,” he leaned over, kissing my shoulder, repeating, “relax,” as his finger slid inside me.This isn’t so bad, odd, but not bad. I can do this.Had he wanted to hurt me, he could’ve easily overpowered me and shoved himself inside, but he didn’t. He was taking the time and care to properly prep me and, at that moment, I knew I could trust him with my body and was finally able to relent.

“Good boy,” he praised me. Smiling, I realized how much I liked being toldgood boy. Gently, he added another finger, scissoring them to open me wider. When a third was added and crooked just right, it struck something inside me, and I jumped.

“Do that again,” I begged, and he laughed.

“That my sweet boy was your prostate,” he grazed it again, and my dick returned to the party. Holy hell, the feeling that came along with it had me dry humping the sheets, seeking friction. “God, you look so gorgeous from this angle. Watching you fuck yourself on my fingers. Did you even know you were doing that?”

Did I know? I didn’t even know my name at that point, all I knew for sure was that I needed to get offagain.

“I think you’re ready for me,” he said as he removed his fingers. Much to my dismay, I whimpered at the loss which was quickly replaced by the head of his cock. “Breath in deeply for me Jamie.” I took a deep breath, and he pushed forward, waiting for me to exhale. “Good boy,” he said again, and I couldn’t help the grin that overcame me.Maybe sex wasn’t so bad when it was by choice.

Once he was seated all the way inside me, he stopped. I’d never felt so full and so aroused at the same time, but the stiffness of my body forced him to stop.

“Are you holding your breath, Jamie?” he questioned. “Please, if this is bothering you tell me to stop.” Slowly, he began to pull out.

“Don’t stop. I’m okay, I swear.”

“Jamie,” he pleaded with me.

“Please.” I didn’t want to beg, but I was beginning to think I needed this as much as he did. The rush of emotions as he entered me hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn’t mean to freeze up or hold my breath. Making him uncomfortable or concerned was not on my agenda, but it was overwhelming on levels I couldn’t comprehend.

Gently, he kissed my shoulder and ran his fingertips down my spine before gripping my hips and seating himself back inside. The memories of my fractured childhood deflated my erection, so I began stroking myself. Mitch took that as the cue I intended it to be and resumed moving in deep, shallow thrusts. As my panting increased, the nearer I drew, and the harder he pounded. When he hit that spot inside me again, my vision blurred to near darkness.

I couldn’t hold back any longer, my balls tightened, and when he struck it once more, I shouted. “Ahh, coming!” The warmth rushed forward, coating my hand and flowing over onto the bed.

Mitch’s thrusts became erratic, and just as I’d laid my face down on the pillow, he groaned whispering my name. “Jamie,” and he came. I kept my face buried, mostly out of embarrassment as he slid out and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Collapsing on the bed, I hit the wet spot and jumped with a squeal at the same time the shower turned on.

“Damnit,” I got up and quickly dressed. The reality of what had just happened filled me with a wave of dread. I wanted to flee but needed the money I’d been promised if I was to make rent at month’s end. When I was fully clothed, I sat back down in the chair I’d previously occupied and waited for Mitch to reemerge. When I heard the door open, I looked everywhere but at him.

“Oh, um sorry. I didn’t mean to take that long,” he said, reaching for his pants on the floor and pulling his wallet out of the pocket. When he handed me the money, I didn’t even count it. I took off for the door and down the hall to the stairs, taking them two at a time. Once I was outside on the street, I stopped to catch my breath. That childish retreat made me feel like an even bigger loser than I already was. Ashamed at myself, for numerous reasons, I slinked home and straight into the shower.

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