It was the first time he had been in a confessional for several years. The last time had not ended well.

He had said to Father Bernard that he felt attracted to men. Father Bernard had verbally castigated him so severely, and told him not to have such dirty thoughts, that he had lost all confidence in his faith.

Father Bernard had retired, and Father Michael had replaced him. The new priest was much closer to his own age that he felt he might see if he could regain his trust.

When Father Michael asked why he had not been to confession for such a long time, Simon explained the circumstances, and Father Michael simply commented that Father Bernard was an old-school priest, and he hoped Simon would find him more understanding. He asked if Simon still liked men.

"Oh yes," replied Simon.

"You seem to be very sure," said Father Michael. "How do you know?"

"The pictures of men in the magazines I have turn me on."

"Gay magazines?"

"Yes," Simon admitted, "only a couple."

"Nothing else to confess?"

"No, Father."

"Well, I can give you a penance for missing confessions, but I will have to see the magazines to decide what penance to impose. I want you to deliver the magazines at the church house at four this afternoon. Understood?"

"Yes, Father."

=

Thus, Simon finds himself knocking on the door of the church house at the appointed time. Father Michael opens the door and accepts the shopping bag containing the magazines.

"Good boy. Be here tomorrow at the same time, and I will return them to you."

=

Monday afternoon, four o'clock. Simon is knocking on the church door and looking forward to seeing the good-looking young priest. Father Michael opens the door and invites Simon in.

"Your magazines are in my study."

Simon is led to the study and invited to sit on the large settee that faces a desk that has a window behind it. He sees his magazines on the desk. Father Michael sits next to Simon.

"I have to say that some of the stories in them are quite graphic, and the pictures rather explicit."

"Yes, Father, but it's what..."

"Please call me Michael, you make me feel so old calling me Father. Besides, when I'm off duty, I prefer to be less formal."

"Yes, Michael."

"Lovely. So, which magazine story reaffirms your liking for men?"

Simon is surprised by the question and pauses to consider his answer. Michael leans closer.

"Take your time." As he says this, he places a hand on Simon's thigh. This action causes a tingle of excitement, and a stirring in Simon's shorts. It also reminds him of one of the magazine stories that told about two school friends who eventually realised that they were gay and admitted it to each other, resulting in a cum-covered happy ending.

"Yes, I liked it too," says Michael. "Some of the stories are quite stimulating, don't you agree?"

"Yes, which ones did you find exciting?" As he asks this, Simon places his hand on Michael's thigh, noticing the obvious bulge in Michael's trousers, that matches the similar projection in his shorts. Simon is delighted, and excited, that Michael makes no effort to remove his hand.

"I shouldn't really say this, but I must confess the ones that ended with mutual fondling."

"Yes, I get excited thinking of that," says Simon even as he moves his hand farther up Michael's thigh and then grasps the obvious bulge in Michael's trousers. As Simon guessed, Michael does nothing to stop him, but simply whispers that he has not done anything like this since he left the seminary. This comment confirms Simon's suspicion, and he grasps the hidden erection more firmly, while squeezing, and rubbing it through the clothing.

"Oh goodness," exclaims Michael, as he pushes back against Simon's fondling, and makes no effort to stop the younger man; indeed, he makes it easier to grasp his hard erection, with the result that moments later, to the sound of excited and satisfied moans, he climaxes in his underwear. A wet patch appears on the front of his trousers.

"Oh, dear. I have to sort myself out."

Embarrassed, Michael stands up.

"We will have to finish this conversation another time," he says. "Tomorrow?"

"Can't do tomorrow," Simon replies, "but Wednesday is OK for me."

"Wednesday then," says Michael as he ushers Simon out.

=

Wednesday afternoon finds Michael leading Simon into his office. Once there, Michael draws the curtains to block out the late afternoon sunlight, and this leaves the room in semi-darkness.

"I wasn't sure you would come," says Michael.

"Why did you think that?"

"Well, after the way Monday ended, I just thought."

"It is because of Monday that I wanted to come back."

"Really."

"Yes. I'm hoping we will have a repeat. Hopefully go further."

"Oh."

"I could hug and kiss you for Monday. In fact, I will." As he says this, Simon steps forward, traps Michael against his desk, hugs him, then kisses him on the cheek, followed by a second kiss on the lips, even as he presses his crotch against his friend's hips.

Initially, Michael is surprised, but responds by kissing back. This is all the confirmation Simon needs. He realises that he will have to take the initiative at this point in their relationship. He slides one hand between them as the other hand pulls them firmly together. He undoes his shorts, and lets them fall, thus allowing his cock the freedom to stiffen and grow. Then he undoes Michael's trousers, and pushes them down. He follows this action by kneeling in front of Michael, pulling his briefs down and freeing a very vibrant erection. Simon is delighted to see the very upright and stiff prick.

"What a beautiful cock," he says, as he grasps it, kisses it, before sucking the tip, and then swallowing, which is the first time he has ever given oral. He feels Michael's hands gently guiding his actions, to the satisfaction of both of them.

"Oh goodness," groans Michael, "I shouldn't be doing this." But he does nothing to stop Simon, who is loving the feel of the stiff cock as it fills his mouth. It is better than anything he had imagined, and he is aware of the excitement building as his mouth and tongue tease Michael's cock.

"I haven't done anything like this since I left the seminary," moans Michael, as Simon's mouth excites him even more.

"So, what did you do when you were there?" asks Simon, before continuing to suck Michael's cock.

"I had two friends, and we realised that we had similar leanings."

At this moment, Simon's actions and the recalled memories overtake Michael, and with a loud sigh, he cums in Simon's mouth. The two of them collapse onto the settee. Simon gives Michael a warm hug and kiss on the way.

"So what happened with your two friends?"

"Well, we began with mutual masturbation, then cock sucking, then I discovered that I liked being fucked."

"Do you miss that?"

"Well, I..."

"Confess."

"Yes, I do. I loved the feeling of stiff cock sliding in and out," Michael whispered, "and the excitement of the eventual climax."

"I would love to give you similar happiness," said Simon, "strictly between ourselves because I love you."

"Really?"

"Yes, I would like to spend my nights with you."

"Not possible."

"I know," said Simon, "but that doesn't stop me dreaming of making love to you all night long."

"I have to confess that I have had similar thoughts, and did the first time I saw you."

"Oh, Michael, maybe one day. On a stay away from here," says Simon as he gently fondles his friend's bum and then teases his brown star, first with one finger, then two. "Tell me what you want."

"Your cock." And as he says this, he slides onto the floor, and makes his ass available to Simon's delighted gaze. Simon needs no second invitation. He has been on the verge from the moment he pulled Michael's trousers down, his cock is leaking precum, and he needs relief. He slips behind his friend and strokes his cum-covered cock against Michael's willing hole. He pushes forward firmly, and is delighted to feel his prick being embraced warmly as Michael pushes back against him.

"Oh goodness, I've so missed this," Michael groans.

Simon is just excited about losing his virginity, with the consequence that he does not last very long before he is spurting copious amounts of spunk into the welcoming passage, at the same time as Michael is having his second climax.

They collapse on the floor together, and take some time to recover.

"The rest of our talk will have to wait for another day," says Michael.

"Another day soon, I hopes" says Simon before he leaves.