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In the Confessional
by Tinman (tinmanjc9@hotmail.com)
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In the 7th grade, Sharon and I used to play with each
other and sometimes more. We liked to go to confession
together, she in one side and me in the other, and
listen as the other confessed their sins. Once, the
priest got so excited that he had to find relief, which
turned both of us on enormously. You can probably guess
what followed our confessions. (mf-yteens, ped, exh,
mast, rom)
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When I was in a Catholic Jr. High, I used to go to
confession every Friday afternoon. Our teacher-sister
would take the entire class at three o'clock every
Friday so we'd be "fresh" for Sunday Mass, I guess. The
confessional was a three-booth thing. The priest sat in
the center booth, behind a wooden door. On either side
was a small booth with just a heavy velvet curtain over
the door.
Inside there was a little window with screen over it so
the priest could hear you. Supposedly you couldn't see
him nor could he see into the booths, but everyone knew
that was bull because we could always see the priest,
although not always clearly. The priests always sat
back so they didn't see who was making confession.
Soon after I started at that school, I found that I
always got stifles (young hard-ons) when I went in
there to confess. Here's why: When you entered, the
other person was always giving their confession. You
couldn't hear, because the priest closed a solid little
door over the screen to keep sound out; then when it
was your turn he'd open your door and close the other
one.
But that didn't keep us from knowing who was in the
other booth, 'cause we all waited in line and Sharon
and I would always make sure we were next to each other
in line. That usually (not always) got us into the two
booths at the same time. Sharon and I were always
fooling around playing with each other under the class
tables, and had even screwed a couple of times.
Still, whenever I went into that confessional, my young
dick just got hard as could be and felt really good.
So, I got in the habit of unbuttoning my pants and
slipping it out in there, and jacking off. I always
carried a handkerchief and usually came in it when I
had enough time and was excited enough to finish.
Usually I'd cum about the time the priest slid my door
open, but sometimes I'd still be jacking off while I
made confession. Then I'd have to hurry and re-button
before I finished. Sometimes I made up extra "nothing
sins" like cussing, or being stubborn with mom, just to
give me time to finish putting myself back together.
Sharon always told me that she'd play with her cunny
under her uniform skirt when she knew I was playing
with my dick on the other side. That helped make me so
horny I guess -- although actually I seemed to always
be horny back then. I don't know if my dick ever
relaxed, no matter how much I stroked it.
One time in the confessional I had just confessed to
"touching myself in private places." I had unbuttoned
my trousers and taken out my dick. Now I played with my
young hard-on as I confessed my list of sins.
I knew that Sharon was in the other side, and I could
picture her playing with her sweet little pussy. I
thought maybe the priest was doing something, too,
'cause I could hear a soft slapping from inside his
booth and kind of heavy breathing, so I peeked through
the screen and sure enough he had his hand around his
prick (which looked really big to me, but probably was
only about average size), sticking out of his cassock.
He didn't lean forward or anything, just sat there
stroking that manly prick. I noticed it was all
glistening around the big head.
The sight of his cock sticking up made my face really
hot. I didn't want this to end so I made up a few more
sins -- one of them that I had touched and played with
a girl in my class. I noticed that the sounds from his
side became faster and more intense, and I could even
hear his breathing.
He asked me for details on exactly what I meant, so I
recounted how Sharon and I had played with each other
in the vacant lot behind an abandoned house near
school, and when I got to the part about us screwing
naked there, I heard stifled moans from his side and
figured he had just squirted his stuff.
With that thought I came really hard almost
immediately. That was the only time I ever saw a priest
going at it. I couldn't really tell which priest it was
(there were seven at our church), but I always
suspected was a young blonde one who seemed "different"
from the others -- in later life, I realized he was
probably gay because his behavior pretty well pointed
that way. But I never knew for sure, and he never made
any moves on me or anyone else I knew of.
After leaving the booth, Sharon and I left the church
together and were giggling a lot. I asked Sharon if she
had heard me, and if she had known the priest was
jerking off too. She said she had seen his cock in his
hand and heard some moans so she figured he was playing
with himself. And, yes, she had been able to hear my
confession.
"Did you jerk off like usual?" she asked.
"I sure did," I replied. "And I came really hard,
knowing that father was doing the same thing. How about
you?" I asked. "Did you play with your cunny?"
"What do you think, dummy," she said with a grin,
holding her finger up to my nose. It definitely smelled
of young pussy. We were the first two back to the
classroom that day, and both of us were really randy.
We went into the hall and found the janitor's room. We
slipped in and Sharon slipped down her panties and
raised her little uniform skirt.
I unbuttoned my trousers and freed my hard-on. Standing
there, I bent my legs and slid my dick up into Sharon
and began pumping into her young little body. I grasped
her butt in my hands and kissed her neck and mouth. I
came quickly, being so randy, and if Sharon didn't cum
I knew she really enjoyed that quickie. We immediately
separated and pulled our clothing back together and
slipped back into the classroom. I noticed her face was
red, and mine probably was too.
We had a lot of laughs over all the events of that day,
and more than once later we played with each other
remembering that scene. It always made us hot and we
would wind up screwing if we could find a place we
thought was safe.
Sharon and I kept up our sex games under the class
tables and in confessionals for months, sometimes going
back to that vacant lot where we felt protected and
safe to screw. Then my folks moved back to our home
town and I went back to public school for lack of a
Catholic school. Too bad. That was fun. Don't know why
I Sharon and I never saw each other again. I still have
a class picture with her in it, and now and then I
masturbate while looking at it and remembering the
great times we had.
END
[Tinman welcomes all feedback, questions, comments,
ideas, and will answer all emails to
tinmanjc9@hotmail.com]
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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