THE CONFESSIONAL By John Candu too_hot_in_bama@hotmail.com The man's unsteady gait caught the priest's eye. Father Kevin was concluding the daily noon Eucharist, draining the last drops of wine from the chalice, when the 30-something man in dirty jeans and sweat shirt silently came in from the street entrance and wobbled to a confessional. After the service, Kevin entered the priest's side of the booth and slid back the screen. He sat quietly and waited for the man to begin. The heavy scent of alcohol wafted through the dark opening. Perhaps the man had not made confession in a very long time. Which would account for his silence as he mentally toted up his sins. Kevin, however, had heard it all and guessed this confession would not be much different from the thousands of others he had heard. He knew that any minute the man would begin with the usual, "Father forgive me for I have sinned...." Followed by a litany of vile deeds upchucked from the black hole of his groaning heart. And then Kevin would pronounce absolution. All finished in under ten minutes. Trying to be patient, Kevin closed his eyes and relaxed. Let the man take his time, he thought. Then: brrrRRRRUUUP! Kevin's nose and ears told him the man had farted. The priest sat up. Annoyed, Kevin decided to get the confession over with. "Can I help you, my son?" "Yeah. Got any toilet paper on that side?" "Get out of there NOW!" Kevin jumped up and shouted into the opening. "I'll call the POLICE if you don't leave NOW!" "Sorry, father. I was just joking. It's been a bad day. You understand how it is. I really *do* want to make confession." Kevin stood still a moment, deciding. At nearly six feet tall, Kevin knew he was more than a match for the drunk if he had to haul the guy's ass out of the booth and throw him out. He raked a hand through his blond hair, sighed and took his seat. "Proceed." "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned, and it has been five years since my last confession." Holy shit! thought Kevin. "I have fornicated repeatedly with many men until I found Joe, Father, but I don't *feel* like that's the sin I'm here for. Y' see, I'm living with my lover, Joe, but he wants to leave me -- THAT'S the sin, if you ask me. Three years together! And now he says he wants younger cocks and more excitement. He hangs at truck stops, for God's sake, drinking cum like -- "-- PLEASE! Spare me the details. We can do without the elaboration." "Yeah. Sorry. Okay, the thing is, see, I love Joe. I don't want to be with nobody else. Monogamous, see. Settled-down, ya know? So, living with Joe and fucking and sucking Joe -- that ain't no big deal. The sin is how I feel in my heart now -- how I am so angry and jealous, how I covet my time with him, Father. How uptight I am all the time like I can't never get to relief. Geez, I remember when I first met that fucker --" Kevin decided to let the drunk babble on for a few minutes, then he'd call this farce to a halt. "-- at a gay bar, dancing with another guy, looking all cute in the tight jeans that hugged his butt just right, showing the ass-cleavage, as they thrust and rocked to the music. He was a real looker. Well-built, black hair, 21 years old and muscles all over. Hot, I tell ya. "Father, the first time I had him in my mouth I knew I was in love. We walked out back of the bar and I took his dick in my mouth right there, all nine inches of that lovely thing. Big around as a silver dollar. Nice large head. Flairs like a cobra, haha. Or maybe a spitting adder, haha -- yeah. Anyway, he was hard as a rock and needed to cum. Well, I don't know if it was fate or providence, Father, but my mouth was available when he needed it the most. He was already leaking pre-cum --" Kevin's dick was getting hard. He tried to will it away. "-- and shoved his prick down my throat like he was gonna die if he didn't get off right then. I worshipped that beautiful slick pecker of his -- I kissed it and sucked it and swallowed it deep, running my tongue under his shaft, under his balls, and I felt of his hole. His dick tasted a little musky, ya know, like maybe he'd got him a little ass-pussy not too long ago, but I didn't care. It was HOT-HOT!! It was love! I knew it!!" Kevin stretched out his leg and felt of his bulge. It had been a long time. "Well, it didn't take him more than three minutes to spew his juice. Most delicious cum I've ever tasted. Kinda sweet. Joe eats a lot of fruit. I've read that your cum tastes like what you eat. Anyway, I knew I was in heaven. I had to have this man as my lover. Oh! Father! What I would DO! with a stud like that! I'd be happy till my dying days." Kevin was breathing harder as he jacked his dick through his pants. He hoped the man could not hear him. "And the other sin is lust, wanting to return to my old life of public toilets and glory holes just to get relief, 'cause, well shit!, it must be going on two weeks since I've had any. I tried alcohol to keep a lid on things, but I'm still horny as hell; there's tight ass and swinging dicks everywhere I look." Easing his zipper down quietly, Kevin pulled out his hooded seven inches and began jacking harder. The man was quiet for a moment, then, to Kevin's amazement, a ten-inch cock protruded through the opening. "So, Father, I hope you can give me a little relief today. I know this ain't the proper kind of confession you normally get, but I need ya to minister to me." Kevin slid to the floor and engulfed the lumbering penis. "Oh! Praise God! Yeah! SUCK that cockmeat!" Kevin tongued the pungent head as he inhaled the man's sweat and dried urine. The dick was remarkably smooth and responsive. His pre-cum was delicious. Kevin's head bopped back and forth at as fast pace. He kneaded the man's balls and jacked his shaft. Too quickly, it was over. The man exploded in Kevin's mouth, and the priest swallowed mouthful after mouthful of cum. The man's cock grew smaller and Kevin reluctantly let it slip from his cum-slimy lips. After a moment of silence, the man said, "Thank you Father." "Go in peace and sin no more, my son," said the priest.