Broken Promises
A vow. I had taken a vow before my God, my church, but my body
kept forgetting that promise. And now here I was, on a soft
carpet with the object of my passion and we weren't praying!
Before we met here in the back parlor of the parish house
I had prayed, on my knees, in great earnestness to have the
overwhelming urge removed from me, but it was still in charge
of my body and I was helpless to defeat it. My partner's mouth was tenderly sucking my hard shaft and
I couldn't hold back my moans of pleasure. Soon my passion would be spent in that warm, loving mouth.
I wanted to pleasure my partner in return, but I was beyond
taking any action except to come, in several bursts, thrusting
my hard cock into that warm, sucking mouth again and again.
As I came, I felt a finger press my anus gently, and the intensity
of my ejaculation was unbelievable. How could I ever resist
this earthly pleasure, a pleasure that was freely given
to me by my dear friend. It was my turn now to give this wonderful pleasure in return.
We changed positions to accommodate our need to complete
this exchange of ecstasy and I began to lick and suck and
touch that pleasure spot and this pleasure spot, my mouth
and my fingers the instruments making music for my friend.
"Oh, man, you sure know how to please me, " my friend said,
and moaned with pleasure over and over as my tongue and lips
and fingers played out a symphony of ecstasy going faster
and harder, increasing the intensity of my friend's passion.
I found myself getting another erection and as always,
it was time to fully join my friend as one body filled with
passion. My penetration was very quick, my erection very
hard, and my thrusts into my friend were met by returning
thrusts as we became lost in ecstasy and it was not long before
I could feel my seed on its way out and into my friend. Thrusting
harder, and faster, we both came and came until we were completely
spent and just layed next to each other, exhausted but happy.
Silently, I asked God's forgiveness for the thousandth
time. How could anything that felt this good, be bad? It
was a painful puzzle that I could not figure out. It seemed
to me that God would not have given me such a strong sex drive
if he intended me to be celibate. My sexual urges were a creation
of God's as well as the rest of me. It just didn't make sense
to me at all. "Till we meet again, " my friend said, going out the door
to the parking lot. "Yes, " I said, smiling fondly. "Good night dear one."
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