Date: Fri, 25 Mar 2016 11:22:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: hankbrookscc@comcast.net
Subject: The Confessional, Chapter 7  (ends)

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			     The Confessional


			   The Wall Tumbles Down


 Father Matthew could barely drag himself out of bed.  With each passing
day, he found it harder to face what lay ahead of him.  He was so bored
with the repetitiveness of his life, that he was becoming ill with IBS
(Irritable Bowel Syndrome.)  There was an acronym for everything these
days.

 Perhaps the only joy he got out of his job was hearing confessions.  Some
of them were so lurid and juicy, they gave him the inspiration to write
another Father Warren story.  These stories had become so popular, he, AKA
Nob Rainer, got more hits than any other author on the gay website's vast
list of writers.  But even hearing confession was getting boring.  He
hadn't heard anything worth writing about in months.

 This morning, he was seated at his desk, preparing his homily for the
following Sunday, when the buzzer announced that a penitent would like to
make confession.  Wearily, he stood up, and dragged himself to the
confessional.  He was not quite thirty, but he felt and acted like an old
man.

 What happened next changed his life forever.  Over the next few days his
life was a whirlwind of activity, but he knew he had to write this story,
and it had to be a Father Warren tale.  Writing about himself, and his
involvement, would not be wise.  Somehow, he made the time.  He wrote the
story, sent it off to the gay erotic website, and laid down his pen.  It
was the last Father Warren story Nob Rainer ever wrote.  Matthew wasn't
sure if Rainer would write other stories, but only time would tell.

				**********

 The buzzer on Father Warren's desk indicated that there was someone in the
confessional.  Warren made his way there.  After he sat down and closed his
door, he opened the window between him and the penitent.  The man was
wearing a baseball cap, with the brim pulled low down his forehead.  Warren
couldn't tell if he knew the man or not.  The ritual began.

 "Bless me Father, for I have sinned."

 "How have you sinned?"

 "In so many ways, I don't know where to start."

 Warrens ears perked up.  He sensed that this would be a wild tale, maybe
even a story he could write anonymously.  But it was more than that.  The
voice on the other side of the partition, sounded vaguely familiar.  Warren
peered out once again, but he was still unable to identify the speaker.

 "Well," Warren said, "why don't you tell me one sin at a time.  I'll
decide if it is a sin truly needing penance.  It might just be a sin in
your mind."

 "Perhaps," the man said.

 "You are being very hesitant," Warren said.  "You do know that your
secrets are safe with me, so why don't you get to it, before I am called
away on other church business."

 "It all began in my early teens.  I had a cousin who was not much older
than I.  He was homosexual, and although the family didn't treat him any
differently when they found out about him, they were constantly buzzing
about him behind his back.  One day, I heard my father tell my mother,
`He's a fairy you know.  I feel so sorry for my brother.'  Then he turned
to me, and said, `Don't let him do anything to you.'

 "I had no idea what he meant, but one thing I knew for sure.  My cousin
and I had grown up together.  We were great friends, and I knew that he
would never hurt me.  We went to the movies together every Saturday
matinee.  We never missed a week in any weather.

 "This one Saturday he asked me if I wanted to have some fun.  He said it
would be way more enjoyable than that week's tear-jerker movie.  I agreed,
and he took me to a park not far from the theater.  One end of the park had
never been cleared, and it was still truly a forest.  We went into the
forest, and my cousin asked me if I jerked off yet.  I shook my head,
mainly because I had no idea what he was talking about.  He told me that he
would demonstrate.  He pulled down his pants, and exposed himself.  His
dick was just beginning to grow into its maturity.  At the moment it was
hard and throbbing, and there was a bead of some sort of fluid on the tip
of his uncut cock.  I hope you don't mind my using such blunt language,
Father."

 "No, no.  I've heard it all before.  Just continue," Warren said.  His own
erection was so hard; it was almost painful.

 He saw me staring at the bead at the end of his dick, so he swiped it with
a finger and told me to taste it.  I was so amazed at everything that was
happening, that I tasted it without question.  I told him that it tasted
rather nice, and he said he would make more.  He started to stroke himself.
In a short time, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, he groaned, and
shot out a white viscous fluid.  The stuff landed on his abdomen.  We both
wiped it off his body with a finger and ate his seed.  He told me how good
jerking off made him feel, and urged me to try it.  From that day until
today, Father, I don't have to be told anything twice when it comes to sex.

 "I dropped my pants, and was amazed to find that I was very hard.  I
started to stroke just like he did, but nothing much was happening, so my
cousin took over for me, and I had my first orgasm in no time.  My emission
was not thick like his.  It was watery and we both declined to taste it.
He asked me if I wanted to have fun like this every Saturday, and I nodded
enthusiastically."

 "All young boys experiment with their sexuality in their formative years."
Father Warren interrupted.  I would never penalize you for that, and I
would be more than happy to absolve you."

 "Well, thank you, Father, but I'm not nearly finished."  Warren wanted to
run home and jerk off, but he had to be patient.

 My cousin and I had full blown gay sex every Saturday, weather permitting,
until he left for college.  He met a guy there, and they moved hundreds of
miles away."

 "Define full blown gay sex," Warren said.  He needed to hear it all in
order to enhance his masturbation fantasies.

 "You know," the man said...sucking and fucking."

 Warren's underwear was wet with pre-cum.  "Did you miss your cousin very
much when he went to college?" he asked.

 "Very much, at first, but then I went off to college myself.  I had a very
active sex life there, Father.  I fell madly, head over heels, with a guy
there.  We made love every chance we got, but after graduation, fate
separated us, and we thought it best not to stay in touch."

 Warren was silent for a moment.  He could relate very well to what the man
was telling him.  His silence was an indication to the penitent to continue
his story.

 "I'm a priest, Father," the man admitted.  "I took a vow of celibacy, and
I stuck to it, even though there was temptation all around me.  We read
every day how priests abuse young boys.  Well, I was alone with two altar
boys one night, and the scoundrels seduced me."

 "What did you do about it?"

 "I said about a million Hail Mary's, but I knew that I could no longer
stick to my vows.  I began to seek out sex.  I went to gay bars, and made
contacts on the internet.  With all the gay sex I was having, I performed
all my duties faithfully.  I remained a good priest, I swear, but my
conscience began to gnaw at me.  Not only had I broken my vows, I was
perverting the meaning of true love."

 "Is that why you are here? Warren asked.  "To ease your conscience?"

 "Not at all.  If I may be allowed to continue," the man said.

 "By all means, continue."

 "One morning I was at my prayers, and I had an epiphany.  I had loved my
college friend with all my heart and soul.  In that moment I knew that gay
sex, coupled with love, was not perverted at all.  A voice somewhere
whispered to me that God created man and woman to `be fruitful and
multiply,' but he placed no restrictions on who could love one another."

 "What did you do about your epiphany?" Warren asked.  He feared to hear
the answer.  He was beginning to suspect that the man on the other side of
the confessional, was his college roommate, Elliot.

 "I resigned from the priesthood that very day, and travelled hundreds of
miles to find him."

 "And did you?"

 "Yes.  I most certainly did."

 Warren made a noise that was a cross between a loud wail, and a sob.
"Elliot," he cried, "is that you?"

 "Yes, Warren.  I've come to beg you to spend the rest of your life at my
side.  I want to make love to you, cry with you, laugh with you, get buried
side by side with you, and never let anybody put us asunder."

 Warren was crying, but he finally got himself together.  "I live in a
little cottage behind the church," he said.  "I'm going there now, and I'd
be so happy if you came with me."

 "I've come across a continent.  A few more yards aren't going to stop me,"
Elliot said.

 Warren ran home with Elliot in hot pursuit.  Once inside the house, Elliot
wanted to embrace Warren, and kiss him, until he ran out of breath, but
Warren said, "Just a moment."  He locked the door, and drew shut every
curtain, in every room, of the house.

 "Wouldn't it be wonderful if we didn't have to hide our love?" Elliot
asked.

 "If we lived in a perfect world, in Utopia maybe, that would be possible."
Warren took Elliot's hand, and led him to the bedroom.  They started to
undress.

 "Remember how you loved for me to fuck you, and then you would fuck me?"
Elliot asked.

 "How could I forget.  When we f...did that, I always felt like our souls
had merged into one spirit.  I loved you so much, when we did that."

 Elliot laughed.  "Can't you say `fuck' anymore."

 Warren laughed along with Elliot.  "I can still say it, but a priest
should have more decorum."

 "Then stop being a priest, and love me forever."

 During this conversation, they both began to strip.  When finally, they
were naked, Elliot said, "You haven't changed a bit.  You're still a hairy
ape."

 "And you are still hairless.  Can we stop talking and fuck each other?"

 "Can I suck your cock, first?" Elliot asked.  I want you inside me, big
and hard."

 "You can do anything you want to me from now on, ad infinitum." Warren
said.

 Elliot pushed Warren down on the bed.  He was on his back, when Elliot
mounted him.  Once again their lips and tongues met in an endless kiss.
Finally, Elliot slithered down Warren's body.  He would have loved
slathering every inch of his lover's body, but he had waited too long for
this day.  He was too impatient.  and he gobbled up Warren's cock.  A few
deft swipes of his tongue was all that it took to bring Warren to a
bucking, screaming climax.

 "Where's your jack-off lube?" Elliot asked.  Warren reached into his
nightstand, and brought out an almost used up tube.

 "I didn't realize how low it was.  I'll have to get more."

 Elliot didn't comment.  He used almost the entire remainder of the tube to
lube his rod.  Then he rubbed his fingers along Warren's ass hole.  That
was all the lube Warren was getting that day, but it didn't matter.  Elliot
could have entered him with a red hot poker, and he would still have been
happy.

 Elliot went in as gently as he could.  Warren hurt a little, but it wasn't
bad.  Because of the minimal amount of lube, there was a lot of friction,
and in no time at all, Elliot shot his load high up Warren's bowels.  They
lay silently together until Elliot's cock fell out.

 "Next time I want you to cum in my mouth," Warren said.  "I need to taste
you as well as feel you."

 "Of course, my love.  We have a lifetime to do anything you want, we
want."

 Warren sent his letter of resignation to the arch diocese that very
afternoon.  He felt that he was only allowed to be foolish once in his
lifetime.  He was not going to abandon happiness twice.  He and Elliott
spent the next few nights making love.

 Elliot helped Warren move out on a Friday morning.  Elliot's clothes were
already in his car.  That's all he had with him.  Warren had no worldly
goods except his civilian clothes either.  There was plenty of room for
both their worldly goods in the trunk of Elliot's car.

 On the morning of their departure, they woke up entwined.  Somehow
Warren's prick found a precious opening in Elliot's body.  He entered
effortlessly.  Elliot's ass was still greased up from the night before.
They both climaxed.  Warren spilled his load into Elliot, but Elliot's was
all over the bed linen.

 Warren laughed, stripped the bed, and tossed the linens into a hamper for
the cleaning woman to launder.  They had decided to leave early in the
morning, and have breakfast on the road.  Elliot piled their shaving
equipment, tooth brushes, shaving cream and toothpaste into an overnight
bag.  Now there was nothing left of either of them in the cottage.

 Elliot walked out first.  Warren lagged behind for a little while.  He
looked around the house for a few minutes.  There were tears in his eyes.

				**********

 Matthew sent the finished story to the website, the evening before his
departure.  He and his long lost lover, Jules, decided to take a slow drive
down to South Florida, where they hoped to make a life together.  They were
on the road for five days.  The trip should have taken less than two days,
if they hadn't meandered.

 On the last day of the road trip, Matthew opened up his laptop.  There
were several dozen letters begging Nob Rainer, not to end The Confessional
Series.  In the next few days, he got dozens more of these letters.

He just smiled and closed his computer.  As far as he was concerned, Father
Warren was as dead as his former life.  He and Jules could not be happier,
as they looked toward the horizon, and a wonderful life together.  All of
Nob Rainer's characters always lived happily ever after, and now it was
Warren and Elliot, and Matthew and Jules' turn to find paradise.