Date: Wed, 12 Aug 1998 18:30:16
From: dramaqueen@usa.net
Subject: The Confessional

The Confessional

	"Bless me, father, for I have sinned. It has been three years since
my last confession."

	"Go on, my son."

	"Father, I came here today to confess..." He took a deep breath,
pausing. "A sin of the flesh."

	"My son, if you are concerned about self-abuse --"

	"No, father! This is a much more serious sin than that. Father, I
am ... Father, I'm a homosexual."

	The priest sighed, and said quietly, "My son, there is love for you
in God's eyes and in mine. You need not feel you are a sinner because you
are a homosexual. While the Church officially states that --"

	"Father, you don't understand!" the man burst out. Speaking
rapidly, he continued. "Father, what I've done, there's no way it couldn't
be a sin. And I haven't been to Mass in the longest time, but that's not
what worries me... I'm afraid because what I've done, it's so out
there... it couldn't be possible for it not to be a sin, you just gotta
hear this, cuz I gotta tell someone..."

	When he stopped to breathe, the priest said quietly, "My son, the
secrecy of the confessional is such that I can never repeat this to any
living soul. If you must purge your guilt, go ahead and tell me what you
must. You cannot shock me and no sin is unforgiveable."

	"Father... if you insist..."

	"Go ahead, my son."

	"Well, I better start at the beginning, then. I knew I was gay real
young, right? But I knew that I wasn't normal gay... I knew I was all kinky
and shit, cuz I used to have some weird ass fantasies. I would picture
myself pissing on other guys, and them pissing on me. And us drinking each
other's piss, and shit like that.

	"Well, the first time I got up the nerve to ask my boyfriend about
it was about ten years ago, and he got real quiet and I could tell he
didn't like the idea. So I had to pretend like it was all just a joke, a
fantasy that I wasn't serious about carrying out. But I could tell he knew
I was lying... and he left me shortly after that. And the idea turned me on
even more.

	"I started hanging around the gay bars a lot then, I had heard that
there was a yellow hanky you were supposed to wear if you wanted to do this
sort of thing but I didn't know what pocket I was supposed to wear it in or
anything, I guess I was pretty naive.

	"I finally figured out that I should wear it in the right pocket,
because I wanted to bottom at first... somehow, the idea of another guy
pissing on me and making me drink his piss turned me on more than the idea
of doing it to someone else. And it worked... the second night I had the
hanky on, I had a guy come up to me, take the hanky out of my pocket, and
stick it on the bar.

	"'Can I buy you a drink?' he asked, playing with the hanky.

	"'S-sure,' I said, sort of nervous. He bought a couple of beers and
grabbed them, motioning with his head for me to follow him. We managed to
find an empty booth and sat down, and then he slid one of the beers over to
me.

	"'So, tell me, do you come here often?' he asked me. I shook my
head and took a sip of my beer. Before I could say anything else, he
drained his beer and reached over, took my beer, and drained that one
too. After a healthy belch, he grinned at me. 'I'm gonna need to piss
pretty soon,' he told me.

	"I've got to admit, while I was shocked at how forward he was, just
hearing him say the word 'piss' had an enormous effect on me. My dick was
hard and I could feel the precum oozing out. He reached over, grabbed my
hand, and pulled me towards the bathroom. My heart was pounding something
fierce and I knew that through my tight jeans, my throbbing cock was
clearly visible.

	"As we got into the bathroom, this guy didn't say anything. He just
opened up a stall, shoved me in, and closed the door behind him. I sat down
on the toilet, more out of nervousness than anything else I suppose, and he
unzipped his fly and dropped his pants. I could see his thick, meaty cock
with the veins throbbing and pulsing... his cock was about 8 inches long
and I started drooling right away. He didn't even say anything, but just
took hold of the back of my head and slipped my mouth over his dick. I
started sucking, and I could feel it twitching.

	"Suddenly, my mouth was being filled with his piss! It was hot and
salty and making me gag, and I knew I had to swallow or I'd drown in the
stuff... so I started sucking it down, and the faster he would piss, the
more eagerly I started drinking. I couldn't get enough of the stuff! His
recycled beer tasted better to me than anything I could remember... After
he was done, I kept sucking, not wanting to miss a drop. And before too
long, his cock shuddered again and I could feel my mouth being filled with
something else. I sucked that down, too, and realized my pants were soaking
wet. I had come without touching myself.

	"He stood up and zipped his fly back up and then left, without
saying another word. And you know, I never saw that guy again."

	He paused, unable to continue. "Go on, my son," the priest said
hoarsely. "You've got to tell me everything."

	"Well, that was just the first time. And after that I would do it
every weekend. Sometimes I'd stick the hanky in my right pocket and
sometimes in my left, and sometimes I'd just patrol the bathroom and find
some drunk guy and drink his piss for him. I even started patrolling the
bathrooms at straight bars, waiting until a guy came in totally blitzed and
then I'd act fast. I'd take him to a stall, unzip his pants, and get him to
start pissing. I'd love to get my face wet with the stuff before I started
to drink.

	"After a while though, it got boring, and I realized that the bar
atmosphere wasn't for me so I started thinking up other ways to get my
fix. Finally, last Saturday, I had it.

	"I went to the bar again, and this time I found a guy who had the
hanky in his right pocket. I asked him if he'd like to come home with me
and he said yes. So we went back to my place and went straight to the
bathroom. I had put candles in there and the effect was eerie, shadows
being thrown off the walls and the mirrors and everything. I had had a LOT
to drink, not only beer, but a six pack of Coke and a Thermos full of
coffee, so I was ready to piss my brains out. I told this guy to get into
the tub.

	"'Don't you want me to get undressed first?' he asked me, and I
just shook my head. He got in the tub and I stripped completely naked and
then got in there with him. My cock was hard and I was hornier than
anything... All I could think about was pissing, and that turned me on even
more. I stood there for a minute, kissing this guy and then without warning
I just started pissing on him. My bladder was so full that I got his pants
soaked before I guided him down on his knees and shoved my cock in his
mouth. I must have pissed for at least a minute into his mouth, and this
guy was taking it all, sucking harder than I usually do, and it was like he
wasn't even swallowing... like his throat was just open all the way. As I
finished pissing, he started to suck me but I didn't want to let him.

	"I stood him up and practically ripped his pants open, getting his
cock into my mouth just as he started pissing down my throat. The beer he
had drunk plus my piss had gone right through him and it was intense,
knowing that I was one step away from drinking my own piss. I finished him
off and then I stood up again and got him back on his knees. As soon as he
was down there, I had to piss again and I put it right down his throat.

	"We did that, off and on, for about two hours... by the end of that
time, the piss we had been trading had diffused down to about half a
cup... And we were both so hard that it was unbearable. Neither of us had
come yet. I went down on my knees and deep throated him, feeling him
shudder as he shot great big wads of cum down my throat. Quickly, we traded
places and I shoved my cock down his throat, managing to get it all in his
mouth just before I came.

	"He left soon after that, his clothes still wet and smelling of our
piss." He bowed his head and said quietly, "Father, I know that has got to
be a sin."

	"My son," the priest said, in almost a whisper, "you may go. Your
sins are forgiven. There is no penance." The priest did not find it
necessary to tell the man that he had been the man on Saturday night. Or
that his robes were now soaked with his own cum.

COPYRIGHT 1998, Rob Keenan