Fucked by Father Daniels (MM Erotica)

He’d stepped into the confessional, ready to confess and be forgiven, but would God forgive thoughts such as these? He slid the door closed, and jumped when the screen slid open.

“What troubles you, my son?”

“Hello, Father. It’s been one week since my last confession.” His voice shook, and he clenched a fist against his slacks.

“Go on.”

“Well, Father… lately, I’ve been having these… thoughts. I wondered if you could advise me. Help me gain some peace.”

“Of course, my son. What kind of thoughts are you having?”

He cleared his throat. He knew Father Daniels would recognize his voice. He was with the man daily during his training here. He wouldn’t confuse his youthful voice with that of the older men. He was the youngest there, just twenty last week, and still naïve. If he confessed what was on his mind, what would the older priest think of him? Hopefully he would still be comfortable teaching him what he needed to learn to take back to his own parish.

“Well, um. I-“

“Speak up, son. Don’t be afraid. We’re all sinners here, Father Matthews. Do you think you’re the first one under this roof to have impure thoughts?”

He startled at the sound of his name. “Well, I suppose not.”

A low chuckle from behind the grate made Father Matthews’ stomach do a funny flip. The head priest’s voice was low and soothing, complementing his firm body and silvery hair. The younger man pictured him behind the screen, listening, and wondered, not for the first time, what the man would look like naked.

He shook himself. He needed to focus.

“I’ve been having thoughts about… well, about other men, Father. About undressing them and, well…”

“Having sex with these men?”

He hung his head, wringing his hands. “Yes, Father.”

There was a moment of silence, and Father Matthews ran a hand through his dark hair. His mouth went dry, and he licked his lips. The waiting was killing him.

“As I said, you are not the first to come to me with these thoughts, my son. You are not alone.”

Father Matthew blew out the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. “I’m not?”

The soft chuckle again. “No, my son. Satan often tempts us with these impure thoughts, but there is a way to be rid of such temptation. Do you want to be cleansed? Purified?”

Father Matthew shifted on the hard wooden bench. “Yes, Father.”

“Then come see me in my private chambers, and I will help you find relief.”