Date: Sun, 27 May 2007 11:23:23 -0400 (EDT)
From: James Wilson <foxhunterto@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Glory-hole to the Father

Father O'Malley was the priest of our church, and he had been there for
ages.  At least it seemed that way to me and my high-school buddies.  To
us, he seemed like God, Sean Connery, and Santa Clause all rolled into
one... a full head of silver-grey hair, a neat mustache and goatee, a
booming laugh and twinkle in his piercing steel-grey eyes (when we were
good), and a rumbling growl and frosty glare that promised thunderbolts
from above (when we were bad).  His 6'0", 220# frame, which nicely filled
out his priestly garb, gave him a huge presence wherever he went, and I had
always thought he was the hottest man in our town.

Yes, I am gay.  I'd known it for a couple of years, but had never done
anything besides a few circle jerks with some of my buddies.  But every guy
did that when they were growing up, right?  And anyway, I wasn't really
interested in guys my own age.  I was attracted to older guys... guys in
their 50's and 60's.  They were the ones that I checked out on the sly as I
went about my daily routine.  And they were the ones that I fantasized
about while jerking off every night.

And Father O'Malley was at the top of my masturbatory fantasy list.  But of
course, I had resigned myself to admiring him from afar.  After all, what
hope could a horned-up 18-yr-old high-school senior have of worshipping at
the feet of such a hot and hunky silverfox... him being a priest and all?
All I could do was jerk off at night while fantasizing about nursing on his
rigid, hairy cock while he fingered my tight virgin hole.

All that changed one Thursday after school when my buddy Christopher and I
were hanging out at the local mall.  I had lost a bet to him, and he got to
choose the consequences.  My mouth dropped open in astonishment when he
told me that I had to go to Father O'Malley on Friday after school and
confess that I had fucked Linda Spooner, the school slut, in the ass!
(Which of course I hadn't!)

"Are you nuts!?" I almost screamed.  "He will KILL me!  And he'll tell my
folks and the whole town, and I'll be run out of town on a rail!  I can't
do that!!!"

"Sure you can!" smirked Christopher.  "Don't worry, he won't do anything.
He can't!  The secrecy of the confessional, right?  Whatever you say in
there can't be repeated to anyone, even the police."

I spent the next hour trying to convince Christopher to change his mind.
But he was so pleased with his fiendish idea that he held firm.  Tomorrow,
I had to go to our parish priest, the man I drooled over, and confess to a
mortal sin!

I barely made it through school the next day.  My teachers must have
thought I was stoned or something... I flubbed 2 easy questions in my Math
class (my best subject), and couldn't make a free throw to save my life
during phys-ed.

Christopher was waiting for me at my locker when I finally got out of my
last class.  For a moment, I thought wildly that he might be there to let
me off the hook, to give me something more reasonable to do as a
consequence.  But no such luck.

"I thought I'd walk over with you to visit Father O'Malley." he said.  "I
wouldn't want you to welch out on our bet!"

True to his word, he walked with me over to the church.  "Are you coming
in, too?" I groaned.  "Do you want to listen outside the confessional as he
tears me a new ass-hole?"

"No.  I'll wait over in the park beside the church." Christopher grinned.
"I don't want to be too close to the fireworks... Father O'Malley might get
suspicious and think that I was involved, too!"

So I pushed open the heavy wooden doors and entered the church by myself.
Only two other people were visible - old Mrs. Jenkins and her niece,
Shelly.

Just as I sat down in one of the pews at the back, Mrs. Whiting, the parish
busy-body, left the confessional.  Thankfully, she didn't stay, heading
quickly out the back door, crossing herself as she went.  No sins for her
today, I thought sourly.

Shelly Jenkins went next, and then her aunt.  When they were done, they
both left the church, and I was the only one left.

Slowly, I walked toward the confessional.  My knees were wobbly, and I had
a strange sense of light-headedness as I opened the door and knelt down
inside.  I knew that Father O'Malley, the hunk of my dreams, was sitting
less than a foot away, with only a thin screen and curtain between us.  I
could smell his musky man-scent, and I started to sweat as I waited for him
to open the curtain and begin.

Finally, after what seemed like hours (and was probably 20 seconds), the
curtain slid over and I could see the vague outline of Father O'Malley
through the screen.  He was seated at right-angles to me as I knelt facing
him.  This close, I could hear him breathing.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned." I croaked.  "It has been 2 weeks
since my last confession."

"Continue, my son," Father O'Malley murmured sternly, but not
unkindly. "What sins have you committed since the last time you confessed?"

Hoping to delay the inevitable, I made up a few harmless sins... smoking a
cigarette behind the school on Monday night, picking on my little sister,
that kind of stuff.  But I quickly ran out of ideas for little sins, and my
mouth grew dry as I worked myself up to the big one.

"Is that all, my son?" Father O'Malley said, as I rambled to a halt.

"No Father," I stammered.  My heart leapt to my throat.  "I... I also
fucked a girl up the ass!" I finished with a rush.  I almost cringed,
waiting for the thunderbolts to tear through the screen and banish me to
Hell in an instant!

Silence greeted my bombshell.  Even Father O'Malley's breathing seemed to
have stopped.  "And why did you do such a thing?" he finally asked, in a
neutral voice.  Nothing like the fire and brimstone explosion that I was
expecting.

"I don't know."  I whimpered.  My heart was beating like a jack-hammer in
my chest, and my face was crimson in embarrassment.  "But I promise, I
won't do it ever again!"  What could this wonderful man be thinking of me?

The silence stretched.  I kept my eyes downward, and waited.  Strangely, I
felt a bit better.  Now that I had finally confessed to my (supposed) sin,
the worst was behind me.  All I had to do was wait for him to give me my
penance.  That and plan how I was going to get back at Christopher!

"This is very serious, young James." Father O'Malley finally said
thoughtfully.  "I cannot condone this sort of behaviour, and I need to make
sure that you understand the folly of your ways.  But some Hail Mary's and
Our Father's will not be enough, I fear.  I think I am going to have to
give you a more... aggressive penance."

I sat there, mouth dry and heart beating wildly.  What would he make me do,
I wondered?  What COULD he make me do?

"It is obvious that you have entirely too much time on your hands, my son,
and that you do not have enough direction in your life.  Therefore, the
penance I am going to give you will help to correct this."

"For the next 2 months, you will meet me at the rectory, where I am living
with Father Kirkpatrick, every Wednesday night at 7 o'clock.  I will give
you a series of chores to do that will keep you out of mischief and teach
you discipline."

That wasn't so bad, I thought with relief!  Mop a few floors, wipe a few
windows... no problem.  And I'd even get to spend some more time with this
hunk of a man.  Come to think of it, Father Kirkpatrick wasn't bad, either!

"And... to teach you that I mean business..." he continued gravely, "I want
you to do something for me right now.  Something that I know you have
wanted to do for a very long time..."  My eyes darted up hesitatingly, to
focus on his steely eyes looking at me through the screen.

Slowly, he stood up.  I heard a bit of ruffling, a snap, and then the sound
of a zipper going down (or was it up?).  Suddenly, a small portion of the
screen, about the height of my eyes and the size of a softball, slid open.
And through that hole, Father O'Malley's rigid, hairy cock slowly thrust to
within an inch of my nose.

"Suck on my cock, my son.  I've seen the way you have looked at me these
last few years, and I want you to make love to my cock. Show me that you
want me to teach you to be a responsible and disciplined young man."
Father O'Malley's voice was husky and soft.  I could almost feel the heat
of his body as he pressed up against the confessional screen.

This was a dream come true!  All thoughts of consequences vanished from my
mind as I stared at that wonderful cock.  It must have been a good 9 inches
long, and it throbbed strongly as I licked my lips in anticipation.

I opened my mouth, and hesitated.  I had never sucked on a cock before.
Sure, I had read about blowjobs on the Internet, but this was for real!
But I knew that I did not want to miss this opportunity, so I slowly moved
forward and touched the tip of that massive cock with my tongue.  From that
vantage point, I could see his hairy stomach pressed up against the screen,
and smell the overpowering musk of the man.  I opened my mouth as wide as I
could, and slowly tried to swallow his mushroom-shaped cock-head.

As his cock pulsed strongly in my mouth, I tasted my first cock.  It was
wonderful!  Not what I expected, but then I didn't really know what to
expect.  It was hot, and smooth, and as rigid as steel.  Slightly salty,
and the tip seemed to be leaking some sort of salty-sweet fluid.  Pre-cum I
thought in wonder!  Father O'Malley is horny for me!  I couldn't believe
it!!

I couldn't fit very much in my mouth (not only was it a good 9 inches long,
but it was quite think, too), so I wrapped my left hand carefully around
the base.  With my right hand, I reached down and freed my own 5" cock
which had sprung to attention almost immediately.  It was so hard it was
almost painful!  I jerked myself furiously with one hand while I sucked and
jerked Father O'Malley with the other.

I could hear him panting hoarsely as his cock seemed to swell in my mouth.
"Yes, my son," he crooned quietly, "that's right, suck my cock and jerk it!
I want to give you a special blessing!"

I redoubled my efforts, eagerly swallowing the increasing flow of pre-cum
from that monster cock.  "Get ready, my son!" Father O'Malley warned me
suddenly. "I am about to CUM!!"

And with that, he did!  What seemed like a torrent of hot, creamy cum
flooded my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and almost making me gag.
I dropped my own cock and grabbed his with both hands, hanging on for dear
life, swallowing like a mad-man.  And Father O'Malley continued to shoot
his daddy seed into my waiting mouth, thrusting his powerful hips against
the screen between us.  I wondered if the screen would crash down on top of
me, with all the force he was exerting against it!

Finally, the flow stopped.  I kept sucking on that wonderful cock, feeling
the strength, the power, as it continued to pulse gently between my lips.
Father O'Malley's breathing, which had sounded so loud in my ears just
moments before, quieted to normal while he continued to stand, letting me
gently suck the last of his juices.

After a few more minutes, he withdrew his cock from my mouth.  I watched as
it slowly disappeared back into the darkness on Father O'Malley's side of
the confessional.  I wondered if I would ever see it again.

Father O'Malley adjusted himself, and sat down. "Thank-you, my son." he
said warmly.  "You have demonstrated to me that you truly wish me to help
teach you discipline, and make you into a fine, upstanding young man.  Now
go.  I will expect to see you on Wednesday night at 7 o'clock."

I stuffed my still-raging hard-on into my pants, stood up quickly, and
exited the confessional.  A hurried glance showed that no-one was there.
Grateful, I hurried to the back of the church and pushed out into the
bright sunshine.

"So, how did it go, James?" Christopher grinned evilly as I met him in the
park beside the church.  "Did Father O'Malley throw you out on your ass?"

I hung my head in feigned embarrassment and shame.  "Yeah," I muttered.
"Right after he gave me enough Our Father's to keep me on my knees for a
month of Sundays!  I even have to go over to the rectory and do some chores
every Wednesday evening for the next 2 months just so he won't force me to
tell my parents about fucking Linda up the ass!"

Christopher howled with laughter.  "That'll teach you to bet against me,
buddy!" he crowed.  "Now, while you are elbow-deep in toilet bowls, I'll be
hanging out with Cherie Wright and seeing if I can get HER to go down on
her knees for ME!"

I shook my head in mock dejection as he chattered away about his future
exploits with Cherie. But all the while, I was wondering what kind of
chores I would be given when next I met up with Father O'Malley!