Gay Erotic Stories

"Another day of confessions," I half-heartedly said to myself as I positioned myself into the confessional booth. Don't get me wrong. I loved being a priest. Why else would I have spent the hours of study that it took me to make it into the priesthood? Confessional, however, has just always seemed to be a monotonous day. "No use complaining," I mumbled to myself as the first person of the day walked into the confessional, and, thus, the day of monotonous listening to the same people talk about the same question began again for another day. "Just about time to finish," I thought to myself as I noticed a straggler hurrying to get into the confessional. These were usually the type with the longest story to tell. I sighed as the man settled into the booth, but oh what a man he was. Dark, hard, a ruggedly handsome face, and I noticed after I leaned over to get a better view, a nice body as well. A mixture of feelings instantly washed over me that I had, to my knowledge, overcome years ago. However, as I sat to wait for his confession I knew that later I would be making one of my own. I watched his sensual lips as he began to randomly speak of problems he was having and various sins that he felt guilty for. Then, out of the blue, he says, "And Father, I want to make love to men. I don't understand it, but I want to make love to men. I want to feel their cocks in my throat and embedded into my ass. I just can't shake the feeling Father." He began to sob lightly, so out of the kindness of my heart I suggested that we take this to my office for further discussion. I was breathless when I saw how handsome he was. As we walked to my office, I knew that his ass would be mine; priest or no priest. We walked into the office and I began to take off the numerous robes I was wearing, leaving me in a pair of tight slacks and a t-shirt. Not that I think I am extremely handsome but I have always been proud of the nice looks I seemed to posses, especially the generous amount of hair distributed thick and dark over my body. I sat in the chair closest to him, and I knew he was having problems concentrating from the look of desire when he looked at my body. What luck! I wanted him and from the looks he was giving me, he wanted me as well. I began to ease his mind telling him that, even as a priest, I had thought about sex with men many times. I let my mouth drift closer to his as I spoke and quite suddenly, my speech was silenced as our lips met for a passionate kiss. Seeing the passion in his eyes, I got up to lock the door and turn the sign saying that I had gone for the day. Soon we were kissing and embracing passionate kisses as I felt him cling to me as if his very life depended on it. Quickly, I discarded my t-shirt and slacks and began undressing him as he began to suck and caress my now hard nipples. "I think this confession will take a very long time," I whispered into his ear as I felt his hot lips encircle my dick, causing it to surge to a life that I never knew it contained before. Bang! The door to the confessional closed suddenly, and I realized that it was just a daydream. With a smile, I settled back to listen to the next confession, ignoring the giant wet spot that had soaked through my garments.