Description: The confessional is an important tradition within the Catholic Church. It is designed in such a way that the penitent can remain anonymous to ease them into opening up about whatever sin they might struggle with. The fear of judgment is removed when the member of the church is unknown to the priest participating in the confessional. Confidentiality is further reinforced with the priest being bound by the “Seal of the Confessional” assuring that all information exchanged is never revealed. It was my turn once again to take part in the confessional, swearing myself to absolute secrecy in regard to anything that was shared in confidence within the confined space. Similar to how confession is a necessary ritual for most patrons of the Catholic Church, those who are striving to become a man of faith themselves must play their part in the tradition, as well, challenging how priests navigate receiving sinful testimonials from any given churchgoer, no matter how severe or heavy the topic that is shared in the sacrament. Fortunately for me, I had been in this same position many times, although I did particularly enjoy being the ear for the potential priests in the making. Somehow, they always had juicy sinful stories or experiences to share, and I was just riled up enough myself to guide them in their transgressions. Despite the fact that the confessional is meant to be totally anonymous, I had been working alongside the hopefuls long enough that I could differentiate the sound of their voice. Many of the congregants who came to confession were shaky in the delivery of their sins, not knowing whether it would impact their ability to move forward. But like any confessional, this was strictly confidential. Anything Altar boy Dylan decided to share with me would stay within this enclosed space. Of course, the boy had offered me an intriguing premise to guide him through, immediately owning up to not having participated in confession for quite a while. When I pressed him for more information, sure enough, Dylan admitted to a one-time experience when he found himself exploring physical intimacy with another boy his age. It intrigued me very much to know that he sought that kind of closeness with males who were not on the same path as him while attending St. Peter’s Catholic School for Boys. I spoke openly and honestly with the younger man, letting him know that I was more than willing to help put his curiosities at ease should he be willing to follow my instructions. Just like any priest-in-training, Altar boy Tides proved himself to be obedient and receptive to the guidance he received from his superior. When I peeled back the curtain that was meant to provide a barrier between the priest and the penitent to ensure there was no inappropriate touching during the sacred exchange, I had intentionally used it to my advantage. Not only did it prove to me that Dylan was following orders as I saw for myself, but that I was right to take our session to the next step. I pulled my thick cock out and pushed it through the red curtain, only to see the curly-haired lad drop down to his knees and began to slurp the swollen cock head into his eager mouth. My own head thrown back in ecstasy as Dylan serviced my cock with his lips wrapped tight around my shaft. It doesn’t take long before the tables are turned, and I was on my knees waiting for the young altar boy to feed me his own hard, uncut cock. Drawing audible moans of pleasure from Dylan as I worked my mouth down the length of his raging hard-on. Entering his side of the confessional was a bold move on my part, but him having already demonstrated his openness to being intimate with me, having the horny young altar boy all to myself within this small space definitely had me tempted by sin, unable to deny my own deep desires that I wished to explore with him. He had already removed his pants when he pulled out his cock. I positioned the lad how I wanted him, on all fours with his hole winking right at my face. I aim my mouth towards his delicious backdoor, kissing and tasting his curious and cock craving ass with my wet tongue as I prepared the twink for penetration. The way Dylan’s tight hole opened right up for my thick member, it spoke to how experienced the younger bottom had become since beginning his journey into priesthood. With the boy bent over a small bench along the back wall, I thrust my cock steadily into his hole as we began to have gay confessional sex. My mature cock thrust balls deep as I slid inside of the young boy’s rear-end, and he was practically whimpering as he stroked his own boner while taking mine. I flipped the boy over into multiple positions, having my way with him as many ways as I could before the sexy circumstances pushed me over the edge. With how loud I had the altar boy groaning, I’m surprised nobody heard us outside the box, but I guess that’s why we make it secluded, huh?
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