Memories of my previous encounter with Father Gio come rushing back into my mind. A mix of arousal and confusion overtakes me as I reminisce about our sexual encounter. In the moment I wasn’t able to think clearly, the physical touch brought my mind into a haze as I tried to deny the excitement that had come over me when I felt his touch.

I wondered if Father Gio was also experiencing this overwhelming sense of gay guilt as I paced between the walls of my bedroom. The floorboards beneath me squeaking, acting like a metronome to help bring together my scattered thoughts. I didn’t want to feel responsible for steering Father Gio down a path of sin, despite the sympathetic priest feeling as though he could see my own true desires. It felt as though he was guiding me through the motions. Could it be that priests were better accustomed to this than the average churchgoer was? Was sex between priests more normalized within the church than I realized? Perhaps the best way to clear this up would be to speak with him directly?

So it was settled, I would go to seek clarification from Father Gio regarding our previous session, surely a man of God would be able to counsel me during this time of questioning. Having already been familiar with visiting the priest at his personal residence, I didn’t think twice about setting up another meeting with him there as opposed to the House of God.

When I entered his living quarters, I could already feel the anxiety within me put to ease, at least a tiny bit when he welcomed me into his home. It was hard for me to tell whether or not his already being shirtless was a conscious choice or if he was just trying to cool off from the humid weather outside. Either way, having his muscular frame on full display was a distraction that I wasn’t prepared for, and I had a sneaky suspicion that our conversation might take another turn towards the physical.

Father Gio was quick to assure me that it was all part of God’s plan, whether he was speaking the truth or just telling me what I wanted to hear to put me at ease didn’t matter to me anymore, I yearned for that priest to have his way with me again. Once I felt him kiss me on the forehead and place his hand on the back of my neck, everything else became less significant and all I could focus on was the intimacy between us.

The priest pulled his cock out almost immediately as I assumed the position on my knees, my mind tried to tell me this was wrong but my body was already moving before I could stop myself. He aimed his swollen cockhead at my mouth and I began to slurp it down my throat as far as it would go. Father Gio even thrust his hips forward to force more of it down my throat, my lips staying clasped around his throbbing girth.

I leaned over the back of the couch as I felt Father Gio spread my butt cheeks apart to plunge his tongue deep into my hole. His wet tongue lapping away at my pucker, I couldn’t help but release moans of pleasure to encourage his tongue lashing. The moment my backdoor felt slippery enough with his saliva, he pointed his hard erection towards it and took control as he pushed himself forward into me.

As Father Gio had his way with me, all I could do was moan in encouragement as I felt his big cock fill me to the brim. The priest pumped his member balls-deep down into my tight hole, his thick thighs slapping against mine, as I was fucked raw.

I’m not sure why, but I get a kick out of turning around and tasting their cock when it is fresh from fucking me. I think I may have grown addicted to the taste of my own ass lingering on their raging hard cock. After slobbering all over his cock, Father Gio had me sit on his slick cock, pushing myself down onto every inch of his manhood. We exchanged such passionate kisses in that moment. Maybe these sorts of experiences were what happened behind closed doors within the clergy? If Father Gio was ok with continuing these pleasures, I sure wasn’t about to object to it.