Forgive Me Father For I Have Sinned
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People gossip, and no one gossips more than gay men. It's true. Just think about your own experiences in the so-called gay community. Yes? Anyway...
Yes, we gossip about each other, but the unwritten rule was always that it stayed within the 'gay circle'. History shows that famous gay men were able to enjoy a gay lifestyle in relative security, because although many men 'knew' about them, the gossip rarely strayed where it shouldn't - outside the circle and into general society. Perhaps that's because 'spilling the beans' about a secretly gay man would by default 'out' the guy doing the spilling? We kept things on the down low, but we needed to meet each other; we needed a way to recognise who was queer and therefore, a potential friend or sex partner. In the 80s, gay men advertised their queerness to each other by dressing in certain styles, adopting a certain 'look' and acting in defined ways. Think 'Clones' and leather men and you'll get the idea. Such signals said "I'm in the same coterie as you - we're the same". That could lead to furtively checking each other out, cruising and (hopefully!) SEX! Things have moved on thankfully and people aren't so concerned with who knows what about their sexuality; unless of course they live within a repressed society. But this isn't a history lesson nor an exercise in political awareness. This is about how we gays love to dish the dirt on each other. Sometimes, that dishing is about pure jealousy, and sometimes, the info gained through gossiping can be very useful indeed!
I used to hang out with a guy my own age when I was a teenager. Although friends, we were also rivals in that we were often in competition to bed the same guys. We'd swap stories about each other and whoever we'd bedded, mostly in good fun but sometimes out of pure jealousy. My friend (I'll call him Simon) liked nothing better than to say "I've had him!" when I showed interest in a guy. He'd snootily cock his head to one side as if to say "been there, done that do you want my leftovers?". Pride would often intervene and I'd pass on the opportunity to feast on his scraps. But not always. And so it was one day when, whilst at the cinema together, he acknowledged a delicious looking man as we left the building. They smiled at each other in 'that way' and I knew that they'd shared more than a few drinks in the past. Then, he looked right at me and again gave a big smile.
"Who he?" I said from a safe distance.
"Who?
"You know who! Him, the one you just smiled at and who smiled right back at you!
"Oh him! That's an old conquest.
"And?
"And what?
"What's he like?
"What's he like? In what way?
"Oh stop being so coy! You know what I mean, I know you've 'had him' so come on, dish the dirt
"Well... You'll never guess. He's a priest! Honest. His parish is St Joseph's in .....
"And where did you meet pray tell, pun intended?
"Well, I'll tell you where I didn't and that's the cruising spot in the woods about a mile from his church
"I've heard about it but not tried it out yet
"Oh I've had loads of cock there! Get yourself down there!
"So where did you meet him then?
"Here and there...". He could be so infuriating at times.
That's all he would say. Not a word about where he'd met him or any other details. Jealousy can be a very ugly thing!
A few weeks later, the summer days were getting warmer, so I decided to check out the cruising in the woods Simon and I had spoken about. I wandered furtively around for a while, but there were no takers, no one at all. After an hour or so, boredom took over and I decided to leave and go home. A mixture of sexual frustration and disappointment put me into a really bad mood and even though I desperately wanted to cum, I didn't even want to have an alfresco wank. I drove away towards home and within a few minutes realised that I was nearing St Joseph's. As it's grey faced stone building neared, I thought about the handsome Clone that was also it's priest: "It'd be great to have some of him" I thought, "right now!". I saw my car slow down and felt my hands turn the wheel towards the church's car park. Then my foot seemed to squeeze the break as I manoeuvred into a space. "Now what full balls?" I said to myself as I sat there staring out of the windscreen. Just then, I saw a young woman emerge from the church's main door and walk towards her own waiting car. Squinting at a sign on the notice board, I read the list of weekly services and confessions. I looked at the clock on the dashboard - 1.30pm. Confession time.
As I entered the small booth, I closed the door and breathed in deeply. The small confessional door slid back, wood grating on wood. I strained to see anything through the mesh, but all I could see was a dark, shadowy head shape. I shifted uneasily. It had been many years since it's been in a similar wooden enclosure confessing unimportant and inconsequential 'sins' for forgiveness, but I remembered the words of the mantra as if they were etched into my brain; which of course, they were.
"Forgive me father for I have sinned. It's been a few years since my last confession". Silence then ensued.
"Yes my son" was the response, "and what are your sins that require God's forgiveness?". I purposely whispered inaudibly in response and in order to hear me, the shadow leaned closer towards the grill. It was then that I spied the black moustache. My voice raised in tone.
"Father, I've sinned greatly. You see father, I've been with men. Lots of them. When I say 'been', I mean sexually. I have sex with men. And I can't stop because, well because I LOVE it! And they tell me I'm really good at it father. I'm really good at sucking their cocks and I'm a good fuck because my bum is so tight. Oh father, what will I do?!". I don't know how I stopped from laughing out loud because I'd veered from my original intent of sounding sexy to downright ridiculous! Surely, he'd admonish me and stop the confessional? "Son, this is indeed a grave situation full of carnal, forbidden sin! Your very soul is in danger if you continue on this destructive course. Are you truly sorry?" "Well, no! Not really, like I said, I love it! It's just fabulous sucking on a big dick isn't it? Getting the guy really worked up so he shoots his cum right into your mouth. Isn't it father? You know how it feels, don't you father? Don't you? To kiss a man, suck on his cock, have him suck yours, lick his balls, fingering his arsehole whilst he licks yours? Fucking him then being fucked by him? That really is heaven, isn't it father?" Silence..... Eventually, the shadow replied - "Who is this?" "your wildest dream father. Father, what's my penance, for there is no act of contrition". "Son, such sin as you've told of demands special penance to be sure".
The grill closed. I heard the creak of wood on wood and the sc**** of leather soles on the stone floor. A sliver of light entered the dark booth as the door to my cell prised open. "Shall I get on my knees and pray father?" "Yes my son, get down in your knees and prepare to worship at my alter". I positioned the kneeler and knelt down. Lifting the cassock, the holy prick pointed right at my face. I fed it into my mouth and gently pulled back and forth, peeling the skin from the bulbus knob. He let out a sigh as I continued to use my mouth on his cock like it was an arse hole; tight, warm and deep. My right hand stroked and kneaded his smooth, hanging bollocks as I sucked, pulling them down so hard that his cock was actually forced out of my mouth. "Oh yes son, show me your sins" he said as I wanked at his prick. Lifting the heavy cloth, I emerged into the cooler air and stood. I leaned in and licked at the bushy moustache before probing into the moist mouth. Holding me tight, he returned the kisses and ran his fingertips over my face. He gently brushed his lips against mine as he tenderly held me and stroked lovingly at my hair. He caressed me, nuzzling into my neck and again brushed his lips against mine. I'd wanted horny sex, but this man (for he was a man) wanted, no - craved, intimacy. "Hello" I whispered into his ear. "Hello" he breathed back. "I want you father, but not here. Not now. Can I see you somewhere else so we can take our time? I want us to share some time together, to make love". That silence made its regular appearance again. He was contemplating, fathoming, weighing, deciding..."Yes. Yes indeed. Follow me into the house next door after confessional is finished at 3pm. But be careful that no one sees you, understand?". "Yes father I'll make sure". And with that, the shrouded figure hastily exited only to reappear on the other side. The grill was not re-opened and I left the church to sit patiently in the car. Various guilty faithful came and went until 3pm arrived. Shortly after, the priest locked the heavy doors from the outside and seemingly floated down the gravel pathway that linked the church with his manse. I waited for a few minutes and leaving my car, I followed him down the same pathway to the door he'd just entered. I didn't even knock when the door suddenly opened. The handsome face stared into mine for a few seconds before he stood aside and I silently entered the vast hallway. "Hello again. Haven't I seen you before?" he said. "Yes father, a few weeks ago at the Alhambra cinema. I was with my friend Simon". "Ah yes! Now I remember. And fuck this 'father' shit will you, it's Roger".
Yes, we gossip about each other, but the unwritten rule was always that it stayed within the 'gay circle'. History shows that famous gay men were able to enjoy a gay lifestyle in relative security, because although many men 'knew' about them, the gossip rarely strayed where it shouldn't - outside the circle and into general society. Perhaps that's because 'spilling the beans' about a secretly gay man would by default 'out' the guy doing the spilling? We kept things on the down low, but we needed to meet each other; we needed a way to recognise who was queer and therefore, a potential friend or sex partner. In the 80s, gay men advertised their queerness to each other by dressing in certain styles, adopting a certain 'look' and acting in defined ways. Think 'Clones' and leather men and you'll get the idea. Such signals said "I'm in the same coterie as you - we're the same". That could lead to furtively checking each other out, cruising and (hopefully!) SEX! Things have moved on thankfully and people aren't so concerned with who knows what about their sexuality; unless of course they live within a repressed society. But this isn't a history lesson nor an exercise in political awareness. This is about how we gays love to dish the dirt on each other. Sometimes, that dishing is about pure jealousy, and sometimes, the info gained through gossiping can be very useful indeed!
I used to hang out with a guy my own age when I was a teenager. Although friends, we were also rivals in that we were often in competition to bed the same guys. We'd swap stories about each other and whoever we'd bedded, mostly in good fun but sometimes out of pure jealousy. My friend (I'll call him Simon) liked nothing better than to say "I've had him!" when I showed interest in a guy. He'd snootily cock his head to one side as if to say "been there, done that do you want my leftovers?". Pride would often intervene and I'd pass on the opportunity to feast on his scraps. But not always. And so it was one day when, whilst at the cinema together, he acknowledged a delicious looking man as we left the building. They smiled at each other in 'that way' and I knew that they'd shared more than a few drinks in the past. Then, he looked right at me and again gave a big smile.
"Who he?" I said from a safe distance.
"Who?
"You know who! Him, the one you just smiled at and who smiled right back at you!
"Oh him! That's an old conquest.
"And?
"And what?
"What's he like?
"What's he like? In what way?
"Oh stop being so coy! You know what I mean, I know you've 'had him' so come on, dish the dirt
"Well... You'll never guess. He's a priest! Honest. His parish is St Joseph's in .....
"And where did you meet pray tell, pun intended?
"Well, I'll tell you where I didn't and that's the cruising spot in the woods about a mile from his church
"I've heard about it but not tried it out yet
"Oh I've had loads of cock there! Get yourself down there!
"So where did you meet him then?
"Here and there...". He could be so infuriating at times.
That's all he would say. Not a word about where he'd met him or any other details. Jealousy can be a very ugly thing!
A few weeks later, the summer days were getting warmer, so I decided to check out the cruising in the woods Simon and I had spoken about. I wandered furtively around for a while, but there were no takers, no one at all. After an hour or so, boredom took over and I decided to leave and go home. A mixture of sexual frustration and disappointment put me into a really bad mood and even though I desperately wanted to cum, I didn't even want to have an alfresco wank. I drove away towards home and within a few minutes realised that I was nearing St Joseph's. As it's grey faced stone building neared, I thought about the handsome Clone that was also it's priest: "It'd be great to have some of him" I thought, "right now!". I saw my car slow down and felt my hands turn the wheel towards the church's car park. Then my foot seemed to squeeze the break as I manoeuvred into a space. "Now what full balls?" I said to myself as I sat there staring out of the windscreen. Just then, I saw a young woman emerge from the church's main door and walk towards her own waiting car. Squinting at a sign on the notice board, I read the list of weekly services and confessions. I looked at the clock on the dashboard - 1.30pm. Confession time.
As I entered the small booth, I closed the door and breathed in deeply. The small confessional door slid back, wood grating on wood. I strained to see anything through the mesh, but all I could see was a dark, shadowy head shape. I shifted uneasily. It had been many years since it's been in a similar wooden enclosure confessing unimportant and inconsequential 'sins' for forgiveness, but I remembered the words of the mantra as if they were etched into my brain; which of course, they were.
"Forgive me father for I have sinned. It's been a few years since my last confession". Silence then ensued.
"Yes my son" was the response, "and what are your sins that require God's forgiveness?". I purposely whispered inaudibly in response and in order to hear me, the shadow leaned closer towards the grill. It was then that I spied the black moustache. My voice raised in tone.
"Father, I've sinned greatly. You see father, I've been with men. Lots of them. When I say 'been', I mean sexually. I have sex with men. And I can't stop because, well because I LOVE it! And they tell me I'm really good at it father. I'm really good at sucking their cocks and I'm a good fuck because my bum is so tight. Oh father, what will I do?!". I don't know how I stopped from laughing out loud because I'd veered from my original intent of sounding sexy to downright ridiculous! Surely, he'd admonish me and stop the confessional? "Son, this is indeed a grave situation full of carnal, forbidden sin! Your very soul is in danger if you continue on this destructive course. Are you truly sorry?" "Well, no! Not really, like I said, I love it! It's just fabulous sucking on a big dick isn't it? Getting the guy really worked up so he shoots his cum right into your mouth. Isn't it father? You know how it feels, don't you father? Don't you? To kiss a man, suck on his cock, have him suck yours, lick his balls, fingering his arsehole whilst he licks yours? Fucking him then being fucked by him? That really is heaven, isn't it father?" Silence..... Eventually, the shadow replied - "Who is this?" "your wildest dream father. Father, what's my penance, for there is no act of contrition". "Son, such sin as you've told of demands special penance to be sure".
The grill closed. I heard the creak of wood on wood and the sc**** of leather soles on the stone floor. A sliver of light entered the dark booth as the door to my cell prised open. "Shall I get on my knees and pray father?" "Yes my son, get down in your knees and prepare to worship at my alter". I positioned the kneeler and knelt down. Lifting the cassock, the holy prick pointed right at my face. I fed it into my mouth and gently pulled back and forth, peeling the skin from the bulbus knob. He let out a sigh as I continued to use my mouth on his cock like it was an arse hole; tight, warm and deep. My right hand stroked and kneaded his smooth, hanging bollocks as I sucked, pulling them down so hard that his cock was actually forced out of my mouth. "Oh yes son, show me your sins" he said as I wanked at his prick. Lifting the heavy cloth, I emerged into the cooler air and stood. I leaned in and licked at the bushy moustache before probing into the moist mouth. Holding me tight, he returned the kisses and ran his fingertips over my face. He gently brushed his lips against mine as he tenderly held me and stroked lovingly at my hair. He caressed me, nuzzling into my neck and again brushed his lips against mine. I'd wanted horny sex, but this man (for he was a man) wanted, no - craved, intimacy. "Hello" I whispered into his ear. "Hello" he breathed back. "I want you father, but not here. Not now. Can I see you somewhere else so we can take our time? I want us to share some time together, to make love". That silence made its regular appearance again. He was contemplating, fathoming, weighing, deciding..."Yes. Yes indeed. Follow me into the house next door after confessional is finished at 3pm. But be careful that no one sees you, understand?". "Yes father I'll make sure". And with that, the shrouded figure hastily exited only to reappear on the other side. The grill was not re-opened and I left the church to sit patiently in the car. Various guilty faithful came and went until 3pm arrived. Shortly after, the priest locked the heavy doors from the outside and seemingly floated down the gravel pathway that linked the church with his manse. I waited for a few minutes and leaving my car, I followed him down the same pathway to the door he'd just entered. I didn't even knock when the door suddenly opened. The handsome face stared into mine for a few seconds before he stood aside and I silently entered the vast hallway. "Hello again. Haven't I seen you before?" he said. "Yes father, a few weeks ago at the Alhambra cinema. I was with my friend Simon". "Ah yes! Now I remember. And fuck this 'father' shit will you, it's Roger".
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