Guilt Free
by Bryan Daniels

    I'm only the strength and weight training coach so they don't tell
me much of what's going on with the team, but I knew enough to see that
Father David (the head coach) was getting real frustrated with the
boys.  It was obvious that the boys were getting kind of rowdy both on
and off the field and that Father David was looking to make an example
of someone.
    On the bus home from a game at St. Francis Academy the s--- finally
hit the fan.  We lost to St. Francis largely because of stupid penalties
and David was hopping mad.  It was dark in the bus and most of us were
asleep until David's voice bellowed from the rear of the bus, "What are
you doing?"  Russ Tanner had been caught looking at a Playboy magazine
and beating off.  'Not Russ,' I thought, praying that David wouldn't
make this poor, third string safety his sacrificial lamb.
    "Tanner you're off the team, where'd you get this filth?  This is a
Catholic school and I will not allow you to..."
    "Lots of guys look at them."
    "Then lots of guys better learn real fast to stop doing so right
now."
    Everybody in the bus was staring at the two.  Russ, trying hard not
to cry, begged Father David, "please don't kick me off the team."
    David showed mercy, sort of.  Russ had to pull his pants and shorts
down right there on the bus and take ten lashes from David's belt.  My
heart just ached for the poor kid.
    After we got back to school the boys went straight to their rooms.
I helped unload the equipment and then went to Russ' room.  "Who is it?"

    "Father Christopher, can I come in?"
    "I'm only in my underwear."
    "That's okay."
    Russ opened the door, his eyes were red from crying.  I put my arm
on his bare shoulder and sort of hugged him against my chest, "are you
all right?"  He nodded his head yes. I sat with him on his bed and sort
of absent-mindedly rubbed his shoulders while he fought back another
round of tears.  Russ had been a favorite of mine since he came here as
a scared, timid little mama's boy two years ago.  His first night at the
boarding school was spent on my office couch.  He was terribly homesick
and felt he could never survive away from his folks.  That night he laid
against my chest and sobbed while I tried to pet and comfort him.  He
fell asleep in my arms and so I just stretched out on the couch and fell
asleep holding him tight to my body.  There would be more tears, but
with my help he made it through the first year.  Ironically that first
night was as critical for me as it was for him.  I was 26 at the time
and was having serious doubts about my calling as a priest.  St.
Bartholemew's was my first real assignment as a priest and I was ready
to quit and go back to life guarding until little Russ spent the night
clinging to me as if I alone could save him.  That night convinced me
that I could be of assistance here.
    Now, two years later, Russ is more confident and self-assured, but
still easily wounded.  I knew that Father David's whipping had hurt him
deeply.
    "Russ priests do make mistakes.  Father David was wrong to humiliate
you like he did."
    "No Father he wasn't wrong."  The tears started to well up in his
eyes again.  "I was doing what he said and I've done worse."
    "What all have you done?"
    "For one I petted with a girl."
    "What?"
    "I knew it was wrong.  I heard my mom tell my sisters that petting
leads down the road to moral transgression and yet I did it anyway."
    "Who with?"
    "Betty Stephenson last summer.  She didn't even know I was doing
it."
    "She would have to have known."
    "No, we were in the theater and I reached over and was petting her
hair and she didn't even know."
    "Is that what you think petting is, stroking her hair?"
    "That's not it?"
    "No, turn around."  I sat Russ between my legs (my legs straddling
him) so his back was resting against my chest.  I reached around him and
put my hands on his boyish pectorals.  Just the beginnings of muscle
mass was developing on his hairless chest.  I slowly rubbed his skin and
felt myself getting very aroused.  "Petting means to touch a girls
breasts and finger her nipples."  I rubbed his taut little tits to
emphasize my point.
    "It only counts as a sin if it's with a girl right?"
    "Well boys don't have breasts.  Petting with a girl really stirs up
your passions and things just get carried away."  I illustrated by
rubbing over his hard stomach and then reaching the waistband of his
underwear.  He bolted from my arms as he realized that I was on the
verge of discovering that he too was aroused.  His effort to hide his
hard-on from me completely backfired.  As he stood up his rock-solid
prick pushed out through the fly of his shorts.  He went beet red as he
pushed it back inside the tented out underwear.  Finally he fell to his
knees and buried his face in my lap.
    "Bless me Father for I have sinned.  It's been, uh...well it's been
a long time since my last confession."
    "What are your sins?"
    He looked up at me.  "This isn't a real confession booth though."
    "We'll make your room the confessional, go ahead."
    "Father I was beating..., uh masturbating on the bus when Father
David caught me.  Father I pray and I pray that I'll stop masturbating
but then...I mean every morning I pray that I'll stop...well that's not
even true.  Some days I wake up, well actually most days, I wake up with
a hard-on, and then almost without thinking I start touching it.  Then
after I shoot I'll get on my knees and pray that I'll stop but I don't.
Lately I've even gotten hard once or twice while I was praying.  Once,
oh forgive me Father, I even started touching it while I was praying.
Father I want to be good.  Tell me how to stop."
    In my minds eye I tried to picture the scene of this adorable young
stallion kneeling naked next to this very bed supplicating the Lord
while fingering his boymeat.  I prayed that Russ had his eyes closed so
that he couldn't see the very prominent bulge in my pants.
    "Do you have any further sins to confess?"
    "Well Father I'm sorry that I just showed you my dick, I know you're
not supposed to see things like that."
    "Anything more?"
    "Yes, Father I'm going to Hell.  You know Erik Porter (Erik Porter
is a very attractive young man whose Fundamentalist parents sent him to
Catholic school when they found out that the health teacher at the
public junior high was teaching the kids about condoms and safe sex.)
"Well I touched his dick and tried to do more but he stopped me, thank
God.  But then after that I still beat off thinking about...oh Father
I'm going to go to Hell."
    "You and Erik Porter were naked together?"
    "Yes Father."
    "And you touched each others penises?"
    "Yes Father and it was my idea."
    "How many times have you fondled other boys penises?"
    "A few, oh Father I'm sorry."  Russ then buried his head deeper in
my lap before pulling back like he'd been shot out of a cannon.  "Father
you've got a hard-on."
    "Russ being a priest doesn't stop me from being a man.  We have the
same urges everyone else does."
    "But at least you control it, I can't stop masturbating."
    I pulled Russ on to my lap and put my hand on his bare back.  "Russ
all men masturbate."
    "Priests, you?"
    "All men masturbate."
    "Do you think evil thoughts too when you masturbate?"
    "I imagine having sex, yes."
    "But you're a priest."
    "Russ give you, me, and the rest of the world a break.  No one is an
angel and God knows that.  He created us so he certainly knows our sex
drives.  All men want sex."
    I looked down at the very attractive boy who was curled up in my
lap.  His dick was rock hard and poking through his fly again.  I pulled
his body in tight to mine and  touched his right nipple.  "Father I'm
starting to have sexual thoughts about you now."  I grabbed his dick to
show him that the problem was mutual.  I helped him pull off his briefs
so his dick could spring free.  I knew better than to do what I was
doing but I couldn't help myself.  I pushed my tongue inside his mouth
and moved it over his gums.  "I guess it's not a sin if it's done with
the priest is it?'
    "Confession is a time for you to get to know yourself better.  This
is an opportunity for you to better understand your passions.  Russ
looked at me as if I'd just handed him a "get out of hell free card," he
was at last allowed to do what he wanted without having to pay any
spiritual price.  Since he had the sanction of a Priest for his actions
I suppose he really was safe from eternal condemnation--my status was a
lot more iffy.  Again I grabbed his hard boycock--certainly God didn't
create something this pleasurable and yet expect it to go unused.
    I laid Russ out on the bed and knelt next to him.  I leaned down and
kissed his nipples.  It had been six years since I'd indulged in that
pleasure.  My senior year in college was the last time I made it with a
guy, just before going into the seminary.  It'd been since high school
since I'd played with someone as young as Russ.  In the ninth grade
Daniel Gleeson invited me into his families detached garage for some
lemonade.  All through high school I learned about sex in that club
house with Daniel.  My hand roamed down Russ' body--it felt good to
touch high school cock again.
    I wrapped my lips around the head of Russ' porker and then worked
down the stem.  Russ moaned loudly as he got his first blowjob.  His
appreciative moans just spurred me on to pinch his bite-sized nipples
and probe his ass.  In no time at all he was getting close so I clamped
down hard on his cherry knob and got rewarded as his cum exploded out
the hole.  "Ohhh jeez," he moaned.  His dick spasmed in my mouth as I
gulped down his warm sperm.
    "Does that taste good?"
    "Cum is an acquired taste, but once acquired you never lose it."
    "Do you do this a lot?"
    "Not recently, but in high school and college I was no different
than any other guy your age; teenage boys just naturally want sex."  I
leaned over and kissed his sweet lips, this time his tongue pushed
inside my mouth.  The french kissing started his cock growing again but
it was the ballplay that really got him going again.  I started just
fingering his balls and then let my mouth take over.  Russ' cock popped
straight up when I pulled both of his balls into my mouth. You gotta
love teenage boys with their perpetual hard-ons.  As I gripped his
blood-swollen meat I contemplated my vow of chastity.
    "You wanna fuck?", I whispered as I imagined that stiff piece of
teenage heaven in my gut.
    "Will it hurt?"  My cock throbbed as I realized that he assumed I
meant me fucking him.  I pushed my index finger into his virgin hole and
moved it around some.  No one had enough willpower to resist an
invitation like this.
    "A little, but I'll be gentle."  Russ had some baby oil and I
saturated his hole and my dick with the liquid.  "Don't tense up," I
cautioned as I put his legs over my shoulders and moved my dick to his
hole.  I leaned down and kissed him while my meat located the opening.
"Relax," I whispered before pushing my cockhead inside.
    "Oh gawd it hurts."
    "Just relax."  I pushed in an inch or two more.
    "Father it hurts."
    "Stick with it.  The worst pain is over.  Don't quit now before it
starts feeling good."  I gave him the rest of my eight inches and wiped
away a couple of tears from his eyes.  "You gonna be all right?"
    "Is there anymore?"
    "Nope, you've got it all."
    "I'll make it then."  I kissed the little fucker again, damn he was
cute.  I slowly withdrew all but the head of my cock and then slowly
pushed it back in.  Russ opened his eyes for the first time since I
penetrated him.  "I'm getting fucked aren't I?"
    "You are getting officially man fucked."
    A smile crossed his lips--"that's cool.  Father I like being
fucked."  I knelt upright so I could watch my pole plunder his eager
butt.  The feel of his deflowered ass clamping down on my cock coupled
with the sight of my meat doing the in and out was heaven.  I didn't
last long as I shot my clerical seed up the young parishioners butt.
    Russ was cranking hard on his meat and a few seconds after I
climaxed so did he.  I laid on the bed next to him and rubbed his hard
body.  He returned the favor and started rubbing my pecs, stomach and
legs.  "Father I want to look like you.  My chest is so flat compared to
yours."
    "Don't worry about it.  You keep up with the weights and it will
happen."
    Two days later Russ found me and dragged me to his room.  I had
vowed the day before that in order to avoid complications I would not
fall again into temptation with Russ.  I was therefore hesitant to go
into Russ' room but he insisted that it was important.  Standing next to
Russ' bed was Erik Porter who was wearing only a robe.  "Father I told
Erik that he could have sex without it being a sin like we did and he
wanted to try it."
    "Russ you promised you wouldn't say a word about what we did."
    "Erik won't tell and he's the only one I'll ever tell."  Russ pulled
off Erik's robe revealing a truly stunning work of beauty.
    "So are you also here to confess your sins my son?" I asked in a
faltering voice.
    "Well I think I'll have more to confess after I'm through here."