Deep in prayer my cross to bear I kneel upon the floor Temptations of a Catholic priest aren't easy to ignore But I can not control myself It rips my soul apart For one small sheep among my flock has Stole the shepherd's heart
The blonde was yanked into the confessional booth, a soft laugh escaping his lips as his back was slammed against the wood. A soft mouth captured his roughly, fingers wrapping themselves in his blonde hair as he was devoured, his arms snaking round the other man’s neck. A groan escaped his lips as a hand found its way under his gown, pushing the white fabric away as the button of his pants was fumbled with before being tugged open with gay abandon. His gasp caught in his throat as fingers brushed against his throbbing manhood, his hips thrusting forward of their own accord. A slight laugh escaping the brunettes lips, echoing into the younger boys as he started to fist the organ in his hand, slowly at first but speeding up. Burying his face in his shoulder, the boy thrust rhythmically against the hand, grunts escaping his throat as he neared, “Holy shit, fuck, piss, wank, ass, cunt, GOD!” he groaned into the soft tanned skin as he shot into the hand, panting. He felt breathing by his ear, then heard a laugh, “That’s my good little alter boy…” was the whisper which immediately made him hard again.
Altar boy, altar boy Confess your sins to me You will find the grace of god Inside my rectory
He was pushed face first against the booths wall, momentarily cursing the makers of them. Why didn’t they make them bigger? Their size was an inconvenience. He shrugged his robe off, letting it hit the floor with a thump, shivering as the cold air hit his bare back, causing his back to arch slightly. An undecipherable mumble escaped his throat as something wet circled his shoulder blades, kissing and sucking the sensitive alabaster skin, undoubtedly leaving vicious red marks on the boys back as if to show who owned him. He hissed slightly as the tip of the tongue trailed down his spine, causing him to shiver and whimper in lust and want. Bent forward, so his ass was sticking out, his hands braced themselves on the wooden wall of the booth as his ass cheeks were spread. Turning his head, he watched the priest with lust filled eyes before moaning as his swollen pink pucker was licked, sucked and played with. He pushed back against the cause of the pleasure as it started to explore within him, receiving a content groan. Then it was gone.
Sunday mass or bible class I catch him in my view I close my eyes but there he lies Spread eagle on the pew And when I see him in that frock My conscience goes array I’ll give him some communion wine that’s Spiked with Spanish fly
Whimpering, he looked back to find out what went wrong, he heard the familiar sound of a condom packet being ripped open as a now sheathed cock was pressed at his entrance, pushing against him slightly. He felt it slip past the first ring of muscle, his eyes shut tightly as he tried to relax to let him in. Soothing circles were rubbed on his back as the cock moved forward, past the second then the third ring and so on until it was finally all the way in. Shifting slightly to get used to the feeling of being filled, moaning softly as he pushed back against him to show he was ready and alright. Groaning he pushed back as his lover thrust forward, the tip of his cock brushing against his prostate with each thrust. He was pulled up so his back was flush against his bare chest, hands playing with the piercing in his right nipple, pleasure moans, groan and sighs passing those rosy lips as his eyes fluttered close. The thrusts became much more ferocious, leaning his head back he kissed his brown haired lover as he shot over the wall, feeling the condom inside him being filled to the brim with the salty essence.
Altar boy, Altar boy Is it gonna be Heaven or Hell You can play my organ all night long If you promise never to tell
Panting, he rested there against the man, his chest rising and falling as a face was buried in his neck. Slowly, he slid the cock out of him, wincing slightly as he tugged on his clothes, watching as the condom was removed and tied up. Leaning hard against the wood, he let his body clam down and the stars to disappear from his view before standing on tip-toes to press his lips against his older lovers, arms snaking round his neck as he smiled softly, “We better get out of here otherwise we won’t ever leave…” It was the truth, one round would lead to another, and then possibly a third. They were insatiable. Straightening himself he nodded before slipping out the door and slowly making his way back to where his family was, a nod to his mother was all that was needed before he went off to get changed out of his Alter Boy robe.
Our father Who art in heaven Hallowed be thy name I could dress him up as the pope, And then I'd f...oh dear God the shame, Lead us not into temptation Deliver us from sin We could pretend that he was Jesus Christ And I was Mary Magdalene
Dressed now in cargo pants which hung low off his hips, the tightest white t-shirt you’ve ever seen, hidden of course with a blue zip up, he re-emerged to his family, his sister taking his hand as they passed the priest, the teenager winking. “See you next Sunday, Father Brian…”
Altar boy, altar boy Confess your sins to me You will find the grace of god Inside my rectory
*********** Song: “Priest” by Stephen Lynch