“Forgive me Father for I have sinned. It’s been a month since my last confession”
“To be forgive my son, you must confess all your sins to me” the Priest said from behind the screen.
“Father, I have engaged in sins of the flesh”
“I had sexual relations with a man, Father”
“Was there penetration”
“Yes Father, both oral and anal”
“My son, sodomy is going against God, but is forgivable”
“Father, there is more”
“Please go on,” the unknown Priest said, “tell me it all”
“Father, I also told false witness to this man”
“What did you lie about my son”
“He asked if I was ‘clean’ and I lied and said I was”
“Clean? Hygienic clean?”
“No Father, clean as in disease free”
“My son, no one is completely clean”
“He was asking if I had any STDs”
“My son, are you saying you are not free from God’s punishment from sin”
“No I'm not Father”
“Why would you bare false witness to this stranger” he asked, “I assume he was a stranger”
“Yes, Father he was a stranger. I lied because I hate when people use the term clean that way”
“My son, do you feel guilt from your deception”
“Not from my deception, Father but from the act that followed”
“Sodomy is forgivable”
“It wasn't just the sodomy, Father.”
“When I met the man, he was naked, with his ass up”
“Ready for penetration?”
“Yes, Father. My erection was throbbing in my shorts”
“I see” the Priest said, as I heard a belt buckle rattling.
“I dropped my shorts, freeing my erection.”
“Was he still in the same position”
“Yes Father, ass up”
There was more movement from the Priest side of the confessional.
“Are you okay Father”
“Yes my son, needed to stretch a little,” he said, “please continue”
“I took a condom from my short’s pocket”
“Condoms are against the Church’s teaching, my Son”
“I know Father, but he wanted protection used”
“I see” the Priest said as he breathed a little faster.
“But, I had doctored the condom”
“How my son”
“I poked many holes in the condom, thru the wrapper, with a pin”
“Why would you do that my son”
“To make sure that the condom broke as I penetrated him”
I heard more heavy breathing from the other side.
“Are you still with me Father”
“Yes my son, continue”
“After carefully putting the condom on, I slide my erection into his willing rectum”
“Was it smooth or hairy”
“It was smooth Father, cheeks and crack”
“Beautiful” whispered the Priest
“Nothing of importance, my son. Please continue”
“His ass was so warm and tight around my erection”
“And as planned, Father, the condom broke”
“You are inside this man in the flesh”
“Yes my erection was exposed inside his flesh, from the tip to the base, where the condom had moved to”
There was a soft, steady knocking on the wall between us, as well as a heavy breathing.
“You still with me Father”
“Yes, my son. You have my full attention up”
“I pumped my erection in and out of his rectum”
“Did he know the condom broke as you penetrated him over and over”
“No Father, but he reached back once and I was fully in him, so he only felt the condom around my erection base”
“He was satisfied you were wearing the condom”
“Are you erect as you confess”
“When I climaxed Father, I did not pull out”
“You spilled your seed inside his rectum”
“Yes Father” I said, “deep inside”
“And what of the condom when you removed your spent erection from his rectum”
“I quickly removed it and discarded it”
“Was the man still deceived”
“My son, what was so bad about that”
“Father, I carry HIV”
“My son, your guilt must be a large weight on your shoulders”
“Not really Father”
“My son, your deliberate act makes the Angels weep”
“Father, if I am to be truthful with you, I must confess more”
“Is this not the first time you did this”
“No Father I have done this with at least a dozen men”
“You have penetrated a dozen men with your erection”
The knocking was becoming more steady and his breathing a bit heavier”
“Do you take more pleasure from the penetration or the passing of your disease”
“If I answer honestly Father, would you answer a question from me honestly”
“Of course my son”
“I get more pleasure from passing the disease”
“Oh my son!”
“Father, are you self pleasuring as I confess”
“My son, God’s holy shaft is in hand”
“Father, before I left this man,” I said, “I penetrated his mouth with my penis”
“Did this get you erect again”
“Yes Father, fully erect”
“Did he oral stimulate you until you spilled your seed again”
“He did, Father. His mouth was very warm”
“Father are you close to spilling your seed”
“Yes my son, I am on the edge”
“I want you to bless me with your Holy Seed”
“My son, exit the confessional and head to the restroom on the second floor.”
I stood and adjusted my erection in my shorts. Before opening the door, I heard the Priest say:
“Kneel in prayer”
I silently moved through the Church and up the stairs to the men's room on the second floor. My footsteps echoed through the empty Church hall. The door to the men's room creaked as I pushed it open. I quickly dropped my shorts and knelt on the cold hard tile floor. My cock was sticking straight up.
I heard footsteps approaching as I folded my hand in prayer I front of me, lowered my head and closed my eyes. The door slowly creaked open.
“My son, God has forgiven you for your transgressions, but you must resist the temptation to sin in the future”
I heard the rustling of his garments and the distinct sound of a zipper being lowered.
“I must wash away your sins”
There was more movement and rustling.
“Look up my son, look in my eyes”
I opened my eyes and moved my stare up his body. His erected penis and testicles were sticking out of his zipper. His cock was massive, a good eight and a half inches long, thick and veiny.
I looked directly into his eyes as he started stroking again. His hand moved quickly up and down his shaft.
“Your penance is to take my Holy seed, allow its goodness to consume you”
He was quickly stroking his cock, pre-cum oozed out of his piss slit, which was picked up by his hand and coated his shaft.
“Open your mouth”
I opened wide, he moved the head of his cock to just inside my mouth. I kept my mouth opened as wide as I could, his pre-cum dripped on my tongue. His breathing was heavy again. Without warning the first shot of cum hit the back of my throat, each volley of cum shot into my mouth. Some was running down my throat, causing a tickle. He squeezed his shaft hard, milking the last of his cum out onto my tongue.
As he put his cock back into his black pants he said:
“Your sins are forgiven, go and sin no more, my son”
He left me kneel there on the bathroom floor.
Safe Sex Only Advertisement (Part 1)
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My friends and I met on a friday night in one of those gay leather bars.
We knew each other for quite a while and were comfortable with us being positive through and through.
It was for us quite a sport to convert innocent guys, but times are rough with all the prep around.
And all of a sudden Brian ‘happened’.
Brian was a cute blonde angelic twink, who had the goal to prevent other guys from practicing unsafe sex.
The night he came to our table, he greeted us friendly and asked if we would enjoy the evening.
Probably all of us got an instant hard-on.
There he appeared, like an angel on the borderline to hell and we were sitting in the shadows, lurking for his innocence.
Of course we asked him for which organization he volunteered.
‘None’ was his answer.
That made us curious and so we started our conversation which led Brian to take a seat at our table and tell us about his story.
After introducing ourselves we moved on.
“So…. Brian. It is interesting to meet you. I mean such a young guy working on such an important subject is not so usual”
Brian beamed and was willing to tell us about his reasons.
“I didn’t come out to my parents yet. I mean… with 18 I just didn’t find the right moment to open up.”
We nodded understandingly getting probably wet spots on our jeans from our leaking dicks already.
“Then I met another guy on a chat. That was a year ago, but he used me only and since we had bareback sex I was very scared about HIV and stuff” he continued.
“Understandable and so grown-up”
“I see it as my duty to the gay community to warn them about the risks of getting stuff you know?” he blabbered.
“Of course it is” we agreed wholeheartedly.
I could see all my chaps were already in the hunting mode.
It was our time to make the next move now and so I opened with a made-up story about an advertising company who was looking for male models, to star in an HIV commercial.
He listened to my lies – in which we had found a twink-model, but that the guy turned out to be positive and since we would record dangerous scenes it was not justified to endanger our other active participants.
We had to fire this guy and so the big deal was off and we would probably lose our jobs by the end of next week.
“Why? I mean it is not your fault that your star was sick.”
“But our bosses won’t care if we are guilty or not. They want to see results. It is a tough business…” we expressed with sad eyes.
“Hey…. aaaaw… forget it” a pal of mine (Mark) interfered.
“What is it?” the little angel wanted to know.
“You would be ideal for the role of the innocent twink. You look young and would fit into age gap we want to reach with the advertisement” he explained.
It was only one way he could react and that was with a polite rejection.
“That’s too bad – see you could safe some of your twink friends with this add, instead of coming to bars or clubs. I bet people try to hit on you. You know what I mean? Your issue is so honorable and still there are so many guys out here who try to get into your pants. With this add it would be different you know? Yeah – they would see your cute face of course, but they would see the message behind it”
Then he revealed his true problem. Since he wasn’t out of the closet, he was scared his parents or neighbors or probably his friends would see this. That was the reason he was scared about mostly.
“Uhm… we work for an international advertising company with a european branch” and we explained to him, that this spot was only for the european market. We assured him, that it wouldn’t be shown in the US.
“It won’t be even shown on the internet, only in certain cinemas in the opening credits, because of its open sexual content.” another friend of mine (Oliver) explained.
“But we are dealing with a serious subject here” I added.
“Guys… guys… our other models are gone too. The active studs – remember?” the third pal (Morton) mentioned.
“Damn he is right… although, we could take the part. We are active and well hung and we are all negative”
With that I assured him again we would be healthy and all over nine inches.
“Our company would pay you and your time of course. The checks could be payable to you. All we need is your address and last name. We would handle the rest then.
“Uhm… how much would I get…. if I am willing to participate in the educational spot” Brian asked and was obviously ashamed of bringing the subject of payment to the table.
“Depends on how long we work on you and how much you are willing to do – we could explain that all to you, but only if you are actually interested” I told him.
Of course he understood, that it would be a waste of time explaining all this, if he wouldn’t want to do it anyway and so he signaled to us, that he would love to a part in this advertisement.
That was a great offer and after some exchange we welcomed him happily on our team.
“What do I have to do?” he asked innocently.
“Well – we need two days for this shoot. First we would film all the risky scenes, the bareback and stuff” we explained.
“Bareback? No way! That is way too dangerous.” he revolted.
We had to realize, that we didn’t have a young and good looking twink at our table, but also a stupid one and so it was necessary to get him back where he belonged. On our POZ cocks.
“Actually our company requires an HIV and STD test every four weeks. You are the high risk factor here. You are young and attractive – it is highly possible, that you are sick already!”
“No way – I had only one boyfriend and he was the only one getting into me without a condom. And since we broke up, I waited my share of time and made a test and it came out negative.” Brian answered.
“See – and that is why, we are willing to take the risk with you, since we are totally positive about being healthy too” I confused him.
“Do you guys have a studio?” he asked.
The little brat caught us but Tim came to our rescue.
“Our budget is big enough to rent a studio but our clients in europe want the spot as real as possible – so we wanted to start with some shoots here in the bar and then in a cheap hotel down the street. Only if it looks authentic, people will probably recognize the scheme and avoid this situation in future.”
Brian nodded understandingly and mentioned that there are so many dangerous places around to be fucked up with HIV.
“There are so many filthy toilets or guys get infected because the fuck around in a back seat of a car” he added.
We agreed on that and discussed if we should do some sequels on the toilets but Morton argued against it. He brought us back to our client’s wishes (a lie: there was no client) and said it had to be a casual meeting between a boy slut and some POZ studs.
“Too bad we only got our high definition mobile cams with us (a lie: we referred to the cams of our mobile phones). Our other gear is in our hotel and this is on the other side of the town. Those mobile cams are property of our company and they are really good” we fabricated but Brian believed every word we said by now.
Almost like old friends we ordered him a beer and clinked glasses.
He refused at first, since he didn’t like alcohol at all, but we convinced him to drink with us. In the end we had something to celebrate.
He asked us to be kind to him. He had no experience with being an actor.
“Of course – and remember it is all a reference to dangerous sex acts. We will penetrate you of course, but we are not shooting a porn movie or so. It will be still tasteful and show only the hint of risky behavior. If the scenes are too much hardcore after all, they will be edited anyways. So don’t worry about it.”
We would explain every scene to him before shooting it.
It was only important for him to know, that on the first night we would record the scheduled ‘unsafe’ scenes and on the other night we would do the ‘safe’ scenes and the contract between him and our fake company would be signed.
The second night would never happen though.
After another glass of whiskey, we decided it was time to set off.
Brian was a little bit tipsy and as we left the bar, two of us helped Brian to walk straight.
It was a funny sight. He looked so small and thin.
His 5.4 foot and our over 6 foot tall bodies would make a nice contrast.
I couldn’t wait to shoot my toxic load into his small and tight ass…
I'm a senior in college at the moment. I'm an honors student, highly respected among my peers and professors, and will be applying to top PhD programs this autumn. I'm also a total slut. As much as I love academics, I love getting fucked bareback just as much - maybe even more. I love getting bred. I love getting bred a lot, and by a lot of different guys. Every time I feel a new guy sliding into my hole, or when I slide into someone new, I feel totally amazing.
This, in essence, is the source of my internal tension. I have always been told that I am very smart, and that I have a bright future ahead of me (not to sound arrogant, hopefully), and I legitimately believe that I could do quite well in my field (philosophy). However, the degree to which I am slutty (which is quite high) leads me to engage in risky sexual practices on a regular basis. And, quite in fact, the risk in and of itself does not bother me; quite the contrary, I rather enjoy it. It is adventurous, energizing, and invigorating. On the one hand, my life is spent in the abstract, dealing with the nature of thought, and issues of philosophy which are (seemingly) divorced from the carryings on of the every day. On the other, I engage in behavior that is reckless at times, living in the moment and experiencing everything through sex. Sex which is risky, dangerous to my health - and by extension, possibly, my future - and yet I cannot go without it. I am not on prep, and I often do not even ask about status - for the most part I do not care.
Despite how thoroughly I enjoy both of these aspects of my life, there seems to be a tension between them. My academic life is where I feel most free, and it is what I wish to spend my life doing. My sexual life, however, remains indispensable. The sex may very well adversely affect my academic life, and yet I could not do my academics without my sexual life.
I suppose I just wanted to post this, and see what you all think. Most of my peers would probably be appalled by my sexual choices, and tell me that I'm throwing away my life for the sake of "mere" bodily pleasure. While I am not insensitive to this (and quite frankly, I would agree with them to some extent), it is not enough for me to stop, despite the tension that I feel. I feel like an academic, and I also feel like I am a total slut and whore. Have any of you ever experience anything like this? I'd love to hear your thoughts!
I'm a type 1 diabetic, so for me, cuts take longer to heal than normal people. I jerk off A LOT and i have a few small tares around my cock, even though i use lube. would PrEp still protect me from HIV even if i have small tares around my cock?