Priest: Two Men Is Not A Sin 4o204a

by Ona Dare

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CONTENTS

PRIEST: Two Men Is Not A Sin

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Author’s Note

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by Ona Dare

I was walking through a street fair last week and saw the most gorgeous man alive. And he was a priest. Fuck!

Not being able to help myself, I asked one of the people working the street fair what his name was and to which church he belonged. St. Mary’s at Twelfth and Vine.

“Does he perform confession there?”

“Of course! The woman titters. “We make sure he’s the only one who does. We love him to bits.”

“Well, sounds like just the man to hear my sins. I’m new to town and I appreciate the information. I hope your fair raises a lot for your church. Have a great day.”

I know the thoughts and images going through my mind would be horrific to a Catholic, a Catholic priest no less, but I’m going to confession from now on… until I get the results I want and need.

I’m getting a feel for this city. It’s not as bad as I thought it would be. I wouldn’t be here at all if it hadn’t been for a nice promotion I got. I make more than twice the money and I suppose being away from home isn’t so bad. Not now that I’ve seen the priest.

My mouth is killing me from smiling so much. Today I was a talking head, smiling at this person and that. I thought it would never end.

It’s times like these I wonder why I became a priest and I hate when it happens. It brings back so many unwanted memories that I can hardly handle.

I was brought up in a strict, and I mean strict Catholic home, and when I was caught in my bedroom with my best friend, naked, and wrapped in each other’s arms, my mother decided it was time to remind me to take the trash out. Well, as you can imagine, I was mortified. My friend was banned from our house for all eternity, and there was a family meeting after dinner.

“This is a grievous matter, Sean,” my father says, looking sad and deflated. I was to be the sports icon of the century for him.

“And, Sean, a man? Why not a woman?” Like the answer wasn’t so fucking obvious. “It would have been so much better on my poor heart!”

Yadda, yadda, yadda, blah, blah, blah….and I’m off to a college out of town, switching my major to philosophy. Then it was four more years of theology, and here I am. My family never came to either graduation, so I guess I’ve lost them for life. All over a ionate kiss.

I suppose my parents thought that being a priest would wash away any thoughts and feelings about my being gay. It didn’t. I just pray a lot. I pray for some fucking relief and satisfaction, but then my vow of chastity. Just fuck

me! Arrrgh!

The next afternoon I’m sitting in my little jail, the confessional, waiting for someone to come in and tell me stuff like, “I almost kicked my dog yesterday!”

“Did you actually kick it?” I ask, trying not to yawn.

“No. But he was being so bad!”

“Well, if you didn’t kick your dog, there is no penance. Go home and kiss the old boy.”

“Oh, thank you, Father!”

Oh, my God, will this never end?

Just when I thought a nice nap was in order, the opposite door of the confessional opens, and I pinch my leg to wake the hell up.

“Bless me father, for I have sinned. It’s been…uh…three weeks since my last confession.”

“What is your sin, my son?”

“I am in lust, Father.”

“And? Is that so bad?”

“No, it isn’t. But the man who I am lusting after is forbidden fruit.”

“Ah, that is a problem.”

“But I can’t help myself. I saw him in the street the other day and was gobsmacked by his beauty. He’s an angel on earth, Father.”

There is no way I am asking penance from this man. He has committed no sin in my eyes.

“It’s just a feeling, my son. Nothing more. I want you to leave here feeling free of any guilt and shame, do you hear me?”

“Yes, Father. And thank you.”

And then he is gone. He had such a youthful, gentle voice, and he’s gay. I close my eyes and wait for the next person to come along and it their sins. Like Frank McGee, who comes in each Monday to confess a weekend of drinking and whoring. And he’ll be back next Monday, saying the same words. It’s all so

banal. So tiring. I hope the gay man will be back. He was like a balm to my tortured soul.

I’ve decided to spend my lunch hours spilling my guts to the Priest. But that’s not all. After a couple of weeks, I’m going to turn up the heat and see what happens. I’ve watched him open that little door in the wall to hear my confession, and I’ve tried to estimate its size and height from the floor. I’m so wicked, so very, very wicked.

“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It’s been one day since my last confession.”

“Yes?” He says with some interest…maybe even excitement?

“It’s becoming more difficult by the day to stop myself from having dirty sex with another man. I see a man who resembles the forbidden fruit and I want to fuck his brains out. I want to…oh, my God! I’m so sorry! Forgive me for speaking so bluntly!”

“You may speak exactly how you like with your priest, my son. Go on…”

“Well, he followed me into the men’s room at a bar, and…and…”

“And what?” I can hear the prurient interest in his voice. Gotcha! “And I sucked his cock…and then let him suck mine. I wanted to fuck him but I just couldn’t go that far.”

“Why not? Do you feel being gay is sinful?”

“I’m not sure. It’s a battle my mind goes through day and night.”

“I see. Would you like to discuss this matter more fully? Would that help you get it straight, no pun intended, in your mind?”

“I had already thought to come to you every day on my lunch hour. Would that be all right, Father?”

“Yes! I mean, of course. That will be fine.”

I’m so hard right now my cock could cut glass. I’m sweating and my heart is racing. Perhaps I can live vicariously through this young man? I can’t wait for confession to be over. I need so badly to jerk off. I look down at my black pants and see a wet spot the size of a silver dollar, and I know it won’t take long to jerk one out.

“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was yesterday.”

“What is your sin, my son?”

“Last night…last night I fucked a man…and he fucked me. It was wonderful, Father! It was so right and so satisfying! What is so wrong with being gay? I don’t understand! If God made us this way, why is it so wrong?”

A question I’ve asked myself for years. I want to scream that there’s nothing in the world wrong with it.

“Do you want a priest’s view on this, or my own?”

“Yours, Father. I trust you.”

“I believe as you do. If God made some men that way, where is the wrong of it?”

“Thank you, Father. You comfort me. I love our talks. I wish…

“You wish what?”

“I wish…never mind. I’ve got to go, Father. Have a good day.”

Damn, damn, damn! I want to scream bloody murder!

This goes on for a month, and I’m going to make my move today.

“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It’s been one day since my confession.”

“What is your sin, my son?”

My jeans are unzipped already, all I have to do is unbutton the waist…which I do very quietly.

“The forbidden fruit I told you about?”

“Yes?” I can hear him breathing hard. I know he’s ready to piss himself.

“Give me a minute, Father. I have to gather myself. I’m so sorry.”

“No, no! Take all the time you need, my son.”

I’m pushing my underwear and jeans down slowly and as quietly as I can.

“The forbidden fruit…oh, God…”

“What is wrong, my son?”

“Nothing, hold on…”

I squeeze my hard cock until there is plenty of pre-cum and then stick it through the window, my balls hanging over the lip on his side.

He’s very quiet. I think he might be holding his breath.

“Take it, Father. You need it just as badly as I do. I’ll never tell a soul. You can trust me. You’ve been so good to me…take it and enjoy.”

*

My God, it’s the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen! My hand reaches for it and I suddenly draw it back. I can’t do this! I’m a fucking priest!

The longer I stare, the more his pre-cum drips on my pant leg. Fuck!

“Forgive me Father. I am about to sin.” I say to any benevolent entity that might be listening.

I fall to my knees and stroke the man’s balls as I put my mouth over the copious deliciousness of pre-cum that tastes like ambrosia. He’s breathing like a bellows as I begin to really suck in earnest…wanting the old familiar flavor of a man’s seed flow into my mouth. I’ll suck it down, eat it, and suffer the spiritual consequences later. “God, why is this so wrong!” I think to myself.

As the minutes go on, a feeling of rebelliousness washes over me and I suck harder, take the man’s balls into my hand and squeeze as I pull on them…until he finally cums in a rush on my tongue.

“Ahh, that felt wonderful, Father. Let me reciprocate, please?”

And, why not? I free my cock that is every bit as wet as his was, and thrust it through the window. His mouth is hot and wet, and he knows what he’s doing. Best blow job I’ve ever had, so far.

And so our daily blow jobs continue, both of us more than eager to begin. The first time feels so long ago now. I want more. I need more!

Our mutual blow jobs go on for a week before I progress to the next step. Finding the closest porn shop, I buy some goodies I think we’re going to need and sweat bullets until tomorrow afternoon, when I kick this up a notch.

“Forgive me Father…blah blah blah.”

He chortles. He’s mine!

Today I hold my ass cheeks apart and slam my ass against the window, and let him look. Then I move away from it and Father some lube.

“Eat me first, Father. Lick me good. Mmm, use your tongue in me.”

His face is smashed against my hole in a flash and he’s quietly eating my ass, rimming me with precision. When I feel him slather the lube all over me, it’s no time before his cock is inside me. He’s being still as he relishes the feel of my ass enveloping him with its heat. Then he begins thrusting.

I can hear him grab the top of the confessional wall as he begins pounding me. No one is ever here at lunchtime. No one ever has been before. This is our time. Time to become acquainted.

“Fuck, boy, your hole is so fucking tight and hot,” he whispers.

I’m jerking my cock because I’m so fucking aroused that I need to come quickly. Then I’ll start jerking again. This is a two come day…or maybe three?”

Over the next week, I let him fuck me furiously as we both need it so much. On Monday, I hand him a bag with some goodies in it.

“Father, use some lube and push that butt plug in deep…and wear it tomorrow morning until I arrive at lunchtime.” I stick my lips through the window and am pleasantly surprised when Father kisses me back. Our tongues dance as we lick and suck each other’s mouths. I love this man. Deeply.

*

Mmm, the feel of my cock in his ass. Exquisite. Breathtaking. Deeply satisfying on a soul level.

What am I going to do? I’ve tried to stop this but I can’t! I want him with every fiber of my being! Oh, the taste of him. Manly, musky, and delicious. His hole is tight as a drum and I could hardly get in there. Was he a virgin? Did he give me his virginity?

Unfortunately for me, I have a vivid fantasy life which has grown to immense proportions over the years. All these years of sexual denial have taken a toll on

me. Now my fantasies are nasty and dirty, and…and…sick? You get what I mean.

This morning I lube my hole up and insert the butt plug, and feel like myself again. I can’t wait to feel him inside me. It’s been so fucking long. Too long. Why did I agree to become a priest? Was the guilt so fierce that I would give up my life to the Church? How could I have been so weak as to capitulate to my parents’ punishment?

As I walk toward the confessional, I check to see if anyone is around, and then open the door and take my place. I undo my pants and unzip them, waiting for my man. Yes, he’s my man. We’re both doomed in our own heads, but it’s not stopping us from giving and taking what we need.

He’s late! Fuck, don’t tell me he’s not coming! But then I hear the front door opening and closing, and I wait.

“Bless me, Father, for I am in love.”

Oh no!

“I’m ready, Father. All I need is that sweet ass as a target.”

“I’m ready,” he says with eagerness, pulling out the butt plug.

His hole is dark and the hair around it is black. Mmm. He seems tall and I bet he’s built like a brick shit house.

Flicking the tip of my tongue over his hole, he pulls it in for a moment…and then pushes it back out. I lick it, loving the taste of him. When I’ve eaten him to the point of reddening his skin, I put my middle finger in my mouth and make it wet as fuck, and then fuck him with it…taking it out once in a while to lick it clean, not minding whatever might show up on it, if you know what I mean.

I spit a huge glob of spit on my cock, smoothing it all over the head and shaft, and push it inside his desperate hole, as its pulsing madly.

“Ah, fuck!” he whispers.

“I know, right?” I whisper in response. “You’re tight as fuck.”

Like he did, I hold the top of the wall where I’m fucking his ass, and begin pounding him…and he’s pushing back against me as if his life were depending on it. He wants this bad. Real bad, so I give him all I’ve got. The more I fuck, the more swollen his tissue gets and soon he’s so tight that he’s milking the cum out of me. I try to hold back but it’s no use, and rope after rope of my seed

shoots deep inside him.

“Fuck, that was unbelievable,” he says.

“I know. I’ll see you later, baby.”

“Yeah, you will…”

This is wearing on me…this thing of not seeing his face, of fucking through a religious glory hole. It’s got to stop.

The next morning, I stop at a local motel, not of the famous variety, and rent a room for a month, telling the clerk that I’ll need two keys. Might as well spend some of this doubled salary on myself, eh?

The next day, I enter the confessional and say, “Hey, baby. How are you today?”

“Great, and you?”

“Never better.”

I kneel before the window and push my lips through the opening. He does the same and we kiss so sweetly, so lovingly, that it takes my breath away.

“I love you, Father.”

“I love you too, my son.” And then we chuckle.

We kiss some more and then I beg for his cock, needing so badly to taste him and bring him to orgasm so I can be fed and contented for the day.

When my time with him is over, I push my hand through the opening and hand him a key with a sticky note of where to come.

“I have the room for a month,” I whisper. “My phone number is on the note. Call me whenever you can get away during off work hours, and I’ll be there.”

“I will. Oh, I’ll fucking be there with bells on, trust me.”

“Until then, sweetheart, give me a kiss goodbye.”

He does and my heart fills with unadulterated joy.

How can I be in love with a stranger that I’ve never seen up close before? Am I in love with his cock, balls and asshole? Is that it? Ach, I’m tired of thinking about it. I want these feelings. And I think they are true.

I look over my monthly schedule and realize that there are at least three days a week I’ll be able to pull this off. Maybe four, if I’m stealthy enough.

I call him and when he answers I feel like crying. “Hello, baby,” I say which is our new salutation. “I can make it on the following days, and if you give me your email address, I’ll send them to you. Then you call me back and see if they suit.”

“Yes, I will. But I wish we didn’t have to do it this way. I wish you lived with me, and we slept together every night. I know it’s crazy…it’s a strange and whacky relationship but one I cherish with my every breath.”

“Same here, sweetheart. Same here. I want you in every possible way.” And to my surprise, my eyes do fill with tears. What are we doing? Where is this going?

I drive to the motel and can see light on in his room so I use my key to open it. I’m so anxious to see him that I can’t stop my cock from getting hard. And I can’t stop my heart from beating nearly out of my chest.

When I look up, there he is…and I think he has fooled me. He’s not a man, he’s a boy. Or he looks like one.

“I know what you’re thinking, baby, but let me show you my driver’s license. I’m twenty-eight, I promise.”

I show him my license and he smiles. “How old are you?” I ask him.

“I’m thirty-three. And I’m lonely for you. My God, you are beautiful…Gabriel,” I say as I look at the license again. Gabriel… My heart swells with love.

“And you, baby, are just what I hoped for. I just knew you were tall and dark, and built well. You’re gorgeous.”

“Do you trust me,” I ask Gabriel.

“With my life, and I hope you feel the same about me.”

“I do. It’s crazy, isn’t it?” I smile.

“Yes, but very real and there’s nothing wrong with us loving one another. We can share our life stories another time. Tonight is for getting better acquainted with each other…after we fuck our brains out, that is. Oh, and what’s your name?”

“Sean. Sean Kelly.”

I go to shake his hand, he reaches for mine, and we grab each other tight and sway back and forth for a minute or so…getting to know the feel of each other in total rather than through a hole in the wall.

We laugh. It feels good and so right.

I know that Sean is conflicted about what we’re doing. I can see it but, then again, he wants this so badly.

He’s everything I ever wanted in a man. He’s over six feet tall, jet black hair with ice blue eyes, and lips that were made by God for kissing.

We chat for a while, sitting on one of the beds, and then it’s time to cement our sexual relationship.

“Gabriel, will you please fuck me? It’s all I can think about these days. My poor hole has been so empty for years. Bring me home to the fact that I’m a gay man.”

I understand, and I lube us both up, get him on his hands and knees, and impale him. He almost shrieks but bites his tongue and remains solid as I begin thrusting in and out of his luscious ass. Soon his ring of muscles relax and it’s smooth sailing, Sean panting and moaning his pleasure.

“You must have years of pent up fantasies, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Tell me about them,” I say as I’ve got a death grip on his ass while I’m ramming him good.

“No, I can’t. It would be too embarrassing.”

“I thought you trusted me.”

“I do…oh, yeah, right there…oh shit, that feels so fucking good!”

“Tell me. I want to know. I want to please you.”

I fuck him harder and in all the right places and soon the words come shooting out of his mouth and they won’t stop.

“I…I want to put my mouth around the head of your cock and have you piss in it. I want to piss up your ass…I want you to piss up mine. I want you to squat over my face and strain to see what comes out. I want to do the same to you. I want…I want…oh fuck! I want everything! No matter what it is, I want it…but only from you, Gabe! Only from you!”

Shit, I can’t hold on anymore because his words have me so aroused that there’s no holding back. The sounds coming out of my mouth are otherworldly and keep coming until I am totally spent.

Sean pulls off my cock and throws me on my back, spreading my legs and then pushing my cum out of his ass as lube, before slamming into my ass with such excitement that I can only smile.

He’s sitting on his calves, thrusting in and out of me and we both watch as my cock twitches and begins getting hard again. He grabs it as if he owns it and holds on as he fucks the shit out of my cunt…and it feels like home.

I’ve only had three lovers before. I’m pretty discriminating about who I fuck. But, Sean? Sean is my one and only. I’m going to be heartbroken if he ever leaves me.

“I’m close to coming, Gabriel. Come with me. I want to watch.”

I grip my poor cock hard and yank it with all my strength…fast like a fucking chipmunk, and soon I feel his cock harden and know it’s time to come with him. I’ve got come all over me and suddenly, Sean falls on top of me and we kiss… and kiss…and kiss. So much ion. So much love, it seems to me.

“Gabe, I hate being a priest.”

“I know,” my lover says.

“My family pressured me into it when they caught me fucking around with my friend…a boy. And that was it. No gays in the Kelly family! Nope!”

“I’m so sorry, Sean. Do you want to leave the Church?”

“Yes, I dream of leaving the Church, not because I don’t believe, but because I really don’t belong there. I’m a gay man trying to be a priest, and the two don’t mix. It’s not good for the church.”

“Then leave, babe. Leave and come live with me. Maybe we’ll even get married one day!” I say with enthusiasm.

“I’d love nothing better. But we need to spend more time together before we know if we’re really meant for one another.”

“You need the time, Sean. Not me. I’m in love with you and have been since the first moment I saw you at that street fair. I now know love at first sight exists.

“Let’s spend this month together and see how we feel, okay? I know it’s an

almost impossible issue for you.”

“Thank you, baby. And I do love you. Lots. Like as much as your cock is big, that much.”

We roll around on the bed, laughing and teasing, and then we’re both hard again. It goes on like this all night long. I’ll be exhausted for work tomorrow but couldn’t care less.

I can’t get my mind off Sean’s fantasies. I can’t believe they are just like mine. I’ve never suggested doing those things with my other lovers, but it’s the exact porn I like to watch. Now? Can it really become a reality?

I’m on my hands and knees, and Sean is fucking the shit out of my cunt.

“Tell me…tell me your fantasies. I want to please you.”

“I…I want to put my mouth around the head of your cock and have you piss in it. I want to piss up your ass…I want you to piss up mine. I want you to squat over my face and strain to see what comes out. I want to do the same to you. I want…I want…oh fuck! I want everything! No matter what it is, I want it…but only from you, Sean! Only from you!”

He stops trusting and says, “Are you making fun of me?”

“Not at all. I was just lucky enough to find a man who loved the same things I do.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep. All of it. Every bit.”

He grabs my ass tighter and pounds me so hard I’m having trouble staying in place for him.

It’s a balmy summer night and Gabe takes me for a walk in the park. It’s past ten o’clock and everyone seems in for the night…except for the other gay men in the woods, hooking up. We can hear them…fuck me bro, yeah, like that…fuck, yeah.

“That’s us except for a different location. Is that what you want, Sean?”

“No, it isn’t. What I want is to leave the Church. And I want to marry you, and maybe have some children. Maybe two…one that looks like me, and one that looks like you. And I swear, I will be with you when we find a surrogate we have to fuck to get them.”

“This isn’t funny, Sean. I’m in love with you and this is becoming so…so distasteful.”

“I know. Are you telling me to shit or get off the pot, Gabe?”

“No, I’ll always love you no matter what, but I want a family, babe. I want us to be free to be who we are. Gay marriage is legal in this state. That’s all I’m saying.”

“Let’s get out of here, and go back to the motel,” I say, so heavy hearted that I soon have to make a choice. There will be guilt, but no shame. There will be regret because I do love God. But I’m gone. I might as well stop procrastinating.

When we get to the motel, I kiss Gabe goodbye, knowing he wants to make love to me, but I have to go. I need to pray about this.

At the door to our room, I kneel before my love and propose marriage to him. He accepts with joy. Now the hard part…

I haven’t seen or heard from Sean in two weeks. I suppose that’s my answer and I’m fucking crushed. It’s all I can do to get through a day at work, and when I get home all I can do is cry. I miss him so much. I crave his touch. I love this man to the moon and back. How long will it hurt, I wonder? How long before I start feeling human again.

I’m having a beer and watching a reality TV show that doesn’t even in my mind, when there’s a knock at the door. Probably Ellen, from work. She’s after my ass big time. I’ve tried telling her I’m gay, but she won’t listen. Just fuck me…

Taking a deep and resolute breath, I open the door…and there’s my man, dressed like a civilian, with two large suitcases, one in each hand.

“I did it, Gabe. I left the Church. Well, are you going to let me in?”

“Oh! Oh, of course, come in! How did you find me?”

“On your driver’s license, silly.”

He drops the bags and grabs me tightly, and I melt, and cry, and rejoice.

“Come in and tell me about how it went. Want a beer?”

“Yeah, I could use a few,” he says with a dimpled grin. God, he’s so beautiful.

When he’s through telling me how his leaving was accomplished, he sighs. “And that’s it. I’m all yours. You still want me?”

“Of course, I do. And I think we should celebrate. I think we should indulge in our fantasies as celebration.”

“You mean, the fantasies?”

“Yes, I’ve got to piss like a racehorse.”

Sean grabs me again, kisses the hell out of me, and pulls on my balls because he knows I love that little bit of pain.

It all happens so fast. Sean is on the bed, naked, knees far apart, and I’m right behind him, head of my cock in his ass. Now pissing while fucking is a tricky thing to accomplish, but I close my eyes and relax all my muscles until I can finally feel the awesome sensation of pissing in a cunt. Oh, fuck yeah…

Neither of us want to come. There’s too much to do before that happens. I’m thirsty, and hungry, and so is Sean. This is going to take a long time.

Sean is beside himself with arousal. “Ahh, babe, I’m full. It feels so fucking good.”

“And I’m so thirsty for you, Sean.”

I pull out of his ass and he turns me over on my back. He does a reverse cowboy and squats over my mouth. I guide his hole to my lips and begin sucking on it. I’m actually sucking my own piss out of my lover’s cunt.

“You should see your cock, Gabe. It’s pulsing like mad and leaking like a fucking sieve. Looks like you could come without being touched.”

“Strain, Sean.”

“We’re really going to go there?”

“Yes, because it’s what we both want.”

He begins grunting and straining until I feel the crown of what will sustain my lurid and disgustingly awesome fetish.

“More,” I breathe. “Slap my cock and balls. Keep me from coming!”

He does and then pushes some more. I push his ass away from me and just look at what’s coming out of him. “Slap me again!”

As it keeps coming out, I grab it and squeeze, making it soft and pliable, and then smear some all over his hole. Then I reach underneath Sean, and coat my cock with it.

“Oh fuck…” he says. “We’re really going there.”

I’m eating his hole, my face is covered in his shit, and I’m feeling so fucking free that I could faint. It takes Sean a couple of minutes to let this scene sink in, and then his mouth is around the head of my cock, and he’s groaning and moaning, sliding his face all over my shaft.

“Baby, stroke my cock while we eat, okay?”

“Yeah, babe, I will. God, you taste good.”

Suddenly, he pushes more out and I just press my face against it and rub it all around…and then coat his cock with it. Soon we’re at each other, sixty-nine, and so excited that we lick, suck, and eat all that’s there. Fuck, he’s finger fucking my cunt while I eat his chocolaty goodness. And then I stick two fingers in his ass and return the sensational favor.

When he breaks away and gets back up on his hands and knees, he begs, “Fist me, Gabe! Dig around up there and get some more!”

“Are you sure? It’s going to hurt!”

“No, it isn’t. My boyfriend used to fist me all the time. Do it!”

One dirty finger, two, then three, and then four. Soon I’m inside his cunt to the wrist, feeling around, grabbing what I can. He’s pushing against my fist and then pulling off of it…and them ramming it onto my fist again. I wish I had video of this. Holy shit!

He’s straining some more, I can feel it move into my fingers, and when I pull it out, I smear it all over my mouth and cock. And I’m thirsty again. It’s my turn to drink.

Sean stands before me, a Greek god covered in shit, and I kneel before him, pleading for a drink, taking his cock into my mouth, and waiting for some warm piss. When it hits the back of my throat, I begin drinking...swallowing Sean’s essence while smelling his dirty cock. When he’s empty, I jerk his dirty cock off and eat his cum.

Then I stand and jerk myself off all over him. I’m spent.

“Go get in the shower, babe. Get nice and clean. I’ll go after you.”

I stand in the doorway to the bathroom and wonder at the fact that I feel no shame about eating his shit and drinking his piss. None…at…all. It’s all from him, the man of my dreams.

After I shower, we sit on the bed that I’ve just stripped, and look at one another in the eyes. “How do you feel?” I ask him.

“I thought I was going to have a heart attack, I was so excited. You?”

“Same. But let’s save these fetishes for when we really need it or feel like we’ll die from the wanting of it.”

*

It’s been four years since I left the Church, and am watching Gabe with our little girl, Reese. It was my sperm this time. Gabe’s will be for our next child. My heart still flutters when I look at him. I love him madly, and I know he feels the same about me.

Reese is the apple of my eye. Just thinking that if I stayed with the Church, I’d never have any children, well, it almost breaks my heart.

I’m working with the Church, running several youth programs, and they pay me well. Gabe continues getting nice, fat raises, and we just bought our first house together. It’s times like these, when I think about it all, that I say a prayer of thanks to God, for everything He’s given me. I feel no shame, I feel no guilt, and I have no regrets.

I talk with my sister sometimes, and she and her husband have come for visits, especially when Reese was born. She’s totally ive and never talks about

our parents, ever. Truthfully, I don’t miss them. Gabe’s parents are great! And they love me.

“Gabe, don’t you think it’s time for Reese’s nap?”

“Really? Look at her, she’s having fun!”

“Nap time, baby. Daddy’s feeling a bit randy right now.”

“Oh, okay! Reese! Time for bed, honey!”

The End

Author’s Note

Ona spends a good bit of her days writing stories to tantalize and titillate. There's nothing like getting lost in a good, hot story. She's been writing for years and enjoys making some of your fantasies come true through her erotica short stories.

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There's a guy at work with whom I want so badly to foster a friendship. The company picnic is coming up and I hope so strongly that he'll be there. It's hard to know the right thing to do with him, and I hope I'm not being a pain in the ass...but I really want this friendship. An injury while playing ball starts a chain of events that will astound us both.

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I’m in left field, Ty is in right field. The game is going really well. We’re nine points ahead, and some Yeti lookin’ guy is up at bat for HR. I’ve never seen him at the office. He’s probably a ringer. What the fuck? Who cares. Just hit the damn ball and send it my way. And, boy howdy, does he ever send it my way. I’m peddling backwards, back, back, the ball is almost in my mitt…and I’m in the woods, tripping and flailing and finally fall in a patch of something with thorns. Fuck, that hurts! But the ball is in my mitt. Yeti’s out!

Ty is there to help me up but I can’t move or I’ll scratch the shit out of myself. I think my clothes are torn. I can feel cool air on my balls and wonder, what the fuck? I look down at what he’s staring at and I see that, indeed, my clothes are torn. My shorts and underwear are ripped and my junk is hanging out for all the world to see. My legs are bleeding pretty badly, and Ty just stands there staring at my cock. “What the fuck, dude? Get me out of this shit!”

Ty snaps out of it and yells for help. Now I’ve got about four guys gingerly pulling the fucking thorny branches away…and looking at my junk! When I’m free, I take my tee shirt off and stuff it in my shorts to cover up my bits, and I can hear the guys who helped me talking on the way back to the field…"Damn, did you see the horse cock on Theo? I bet he’s got chicks ringin’ his doorbell every fucking night!"

I know Ty can hear this and I’m about ten shades of embarrassed. “Thanks, Ty. Thanks for helping me out. It was like being caught in concertina wire, for fuck sakes!”

He’s quiet, doesn’t say anything. We start to walk back to the game, but I can’t play. I’m bleeding like a stuck pig and need some cleaning up. But Ty stops suddenly and looks at me. “You’re beautiful, Theo. Don’t listen to those assholes.”

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I was a premature ejaculator and suffered humiliation every time I made love to my wife. Well, it couldn't go on. As much as it hurt me to think about it, it was time to bring another man into our bedroom so my wife could get some relief. I found a man who was willing and now I'll have to deal with it. Turns out it was the best decision I could have ever made.

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“Can I buy you a beer?” I ask, trying to appear friendly.

“Wait, I’m not that kind of guy…”

“Of course, you aren’t. Can’t hurt to buy the competition a beer and avoid the hassle, right? Let me pick your brain.”

“I see by your wedding ring that you’re married. Why fuck it up?” he asks.

“Well, actually, I’m here trying to find the right man to take home and have sex

with us. We need some spice in the bedroom, if you know what I mean.”

“Hell, yeah. I having to bed the same woman every night until I couldn’t stand her anymore.”

“Are you interested?”

“Do I have to have sex with you, too?”

“No. I’ll just suck your cock and take it up the ass if you want me. No biggie.”

“No biggie?! I’ve never fucked a guy before.”

“Same as pussy, only tighter. You might have to be gentle with me at first. It’s been a while since I’ve been fucked.” Heh, like never but he doesn’t need to know that.

“I need to see your cock first. It can’t be any smaller than mine. Let’s go to the bathroom?” I can see it in his eyes. He’s fascinated with the idea of having me suck his cock and fuck me in the ass. And my cock is rock hard and I’m ready to bust a nut.

I follow him to the bathroom and we lock the door behind us. I feel his cock and its bone hard and ready so I unzip his jeans and pull it out. It’s a nice one. Uncut, pulsing with need. I look up at him and he says, “Suck it, cuck.” And he’s right.

I’m going to be cuckolded soon.

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