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Jungwon's toes curled against the couch as he rubbed thighs together. His pussy ached for his touch, pulsating in his shorts. He pulled his shorts and panties down to his knees while relieving himself.
"Let us do the sign of the cross," The video spoke from his laptop. He bit his tongue and mumbled the Holy Trinity while following along with his free hand.
The priest in the video was young and half British with a slight accent on his words, something Jungwon seemed to enjoy thoroughly. He reminded him of his church's Priest who was young and American.
Jungwon's hyper fixation on priests wasn't anything new. He became an alter boy recently so he could sit next to the priest when he wasn't preaching. His aura was so intriguing to Jungwon, somehow devolving into his fucked up kink.
"Why are you here to ask God for forgiveness today?" He asked. Jungwon moaned as he shoved two fingers deep into his hole, hissing at the familiar sensation. His juices leaked onto the gray fabric with every jab, searching for his g-spot like his life depended on it.
It did.
"Father..." He whimpered in response, clutching his cross necklace. "I'm having unnatural thoughts again." He panted as he fully kicked his shorts and panties off.
The priest nodded as if he was listening and started rambling about god and forgiveness, but Jungwon didn't care anymore. He wanted God to send him a guy with a huge cock.
"...now, say The Act of Contrition for me." Jungwon tapped back in to listen. Only moans spewed out of his mouth rather than words. His middle finger grazed the softer tissue, him squeezing his thighs together with a cry. "We can say it together. Oh my God, I am sorry for all my sins with all..."
Frustration took over his body, him wanting to reach the best spot for his climax. His short fingers spread him wide, still missing it by a hair. "I firmly intend, with your help, to do penance..." His voice was so warm and soft, making Jungwon cum spurt out in seconds. His back arched off the couch and eyes rolling back as he came with a final moan.
The video kept playing through his high, bringing him back to reality. This is the second time this week Jungwon came to the thought of a priest.
He looked down at his wet couch and his shorts on the floor— where's his underwear? Fuck, his mom was gonna be so mad about the mess he made.
"Yang Jungwon!" Speak of the devil and he (she) shall apear.
The boy slammed his laptop shut and sat up straight on the couch, pulling his shorts on. His parents stood in the doorway, his dad's jaw on the floor and his mom's face was beet red.
"Welcome home..?" He smiled sheepishly, feeling his cum trickle onto his shorts and down his thigh.
His mom wasn't laughing. "What did I say last time?!" She screamed.
Last time, Jungwon was caught using his toothbrush as a vibrator one night while praying. His mom cried the entire time she prayed as his dad begged god to fix his son. They agreed that—
"You'd take me to the priest." He mumbled, looking at his cum covered hand. He rubbed the gooey white substance between his fingers and licked his lips.
There was no saving this boy.
Sunday morning after church, Jungwon found himself sitting across from Father Jongseong in his priest quarters. His mom cried to the right of him as his dad bounced his leg angrily on the left.
"Thank you for seeing us, Father." His mom started. Jongseong leaned on the desk with his hands folded and smiled.
"What seems to be the problem, Mrs. Yang?" He asked.
His parents exchanged glances, then looked at Jungwon. He kept his head down in shame. He was humiliated to have Father Jongseong know that he's a sinner.
"Satan has entered his mind." His mom whispered. She looked over at him with tears filling her eyes. "Our Jungwonie is a special boy, we love him very much, but he won't stop—"
"He keeps fucking himself!" His dad blurted out. Jungwon let out an embarrassed sob, covering his red face. "All he does is touch himself! It's shameful." He scoffed, turning away from his son.
"When did this start?" Jongseong asked Jungwon. He finally looked up at Jongseong and turned even redder.
He adjusted his glasses once their eyes met. His usual soft smile plastered on his face and his jawline was stupid chiseled. His voice was deep, just how Jungwon like it. His veiny built arms nearly bursting out of his rolled up sleeves, and his hands— fuck his hands! They were big with thick fingers and his veins popping.
Jungwon looked back down, twiddling his thumbs like an idiot."Uhm, in the bathroom at school, my friend t-touched me and it made my— do you want me to show you?" Jungwon asked, standing up and unbuttoning his pants.
Both of his parents pulled him down into the chair, his mom smacking his wrist.
Jongseong swallowed his laugh and reached his hands out for Jungwon and his mom to hold. They held him, Jungwon's grip a little too tight.
"Mr. and Mrs. Yang, this is completely normal for a young boy. Temptation is everywhere and with time, this will pass. He can start with reconciliation, God will always answer and forgive..." Jongseong continued, but Jungwon was busy rubbing this thumb over his veins, thinking about them entering his tight pussy.
His mom nodded. "You know our Jungwonie is a good boy. He prays every morning and night, he's an alter boy! Our Jungwonie loves God!" She cried. Jungwon nodded in agreement, squeezing Jongseong's hand.
"I know he is. Jungwon, you should stay and we can start penance." Jongseong focused his attention to the younger and held both of his hands. "You two can go. I will help him." He started shuffling his parents out.
"Oh thank you Father! we want our old Jungwonie back!" His mom threw herself into Jongseong's arms. He nodded slowly, helping her stand and brushing his shirt off.
"Of course. Peace with you both." Jongseong slammed the door and locked it. Jungwon turned around nervously, knocking his heels together.
It was silent as Jongseong walked back to his desk and leaned back in his chair so casually, So not priest like. "Come here." He said to get Jungwon to spring out of his seat and stand on the other side of the desk. "Show me what your friend did to you."
Oh. Jungwon's face flushed red. His parents were gone now. His priest wanted to see his pussy. Was that normal? How old is Jongseong anyway? Jungwon didn't give a shit as he yanked his pants down to show his cute satin blue panties.
"He told me I would like this and rubbed circles here." Jungwon touched his covered mound, slick already making it two shades darker.
Jongseong nodded and pressed his middle and index fingers on the patch of slick. Jungwon yelped, his body stiffening. "Did he do this?" Jongseong kept running his fingers through his folds, occasionally pushing up on his clit.
Jungwon shot his hands back to hold the desk, his thighs squeezing together. He nodded with his tongue hanging out. Jongseong smirked and pulled away with a drag.
"Show me." He said one more time, firm.
Jungwon inhaled shakily as he pulled his panties down. He had never performed his technique, and now his leg was hiked up on the desk to show his priest how he fucks himself.
The room was hot, air thick and tense. Jongseong watched too intently as Jungwon swirled his fingers around his flashing clit, looking down at it with drool falling from the corner of his mouth.
"Have you touched yourself today?"
Jungwon nodded without shame, throwing his head back with his two fingers plunging into his already pulsating heat. "I woke up feeling... tingly." He said breathlessly.
"And what were you thinking about?"
Dear God, this was so embarrassing. His cheeks were now dusted pink, holding back his answer. "S-seeing you in mass today." He mumbled, covering his eyes with his free hand. "Father, I need you to touch me."
His voice was high and whiny now, a third finger creeping in and his hips grinding up for more contact to his palm. He was sweating, pulling his shirt off fast to reveal his hard nipples.
Jongseong stood up and laid the boy down on his desk, pulling his fingers out. Jungwon autonomously gasped once he saw the massive bulge in the priest's pants, nearly breaking through the zipper. He needed it in him fast.
He smacked his lips and slowly massaged Jungwon's inner thigh. "Have you sinned, recently?" Jongseong asked, falling to his knees to be eye level with Jungwon's cunt.
What? Jungwon furrowed his eyebrows, confused at the question. He's about to get fucked, aka like the sin to end all sins, what does Jongseong think?
"Jungwon," He was more stern this time, his other hand rubbing his groin, his thumb coming dangerously close to his clit. "How are we going to do penance if you won't confess your sins?" He spoke against his entrance, Jungwon's thigh shaking in his hand.
"Yes, Father. I h-have." Jongseong licked a long stripe between his folds. his legs tried to shut around Jongseong's head, but were being pried open by his insane grip.
"What have you done?" He asked so casually before quickly returning to licking up Jungwon's slick.
Jungwon's words were cut short by his slutty moans repeatedly. He didn't know he could feel this good, Jongseong's wet tongue hit every corner and wall just right.
"Father I— fuck— can't stop having w-weird thoughts." He cried, his hands scrambling around his face. Jongseong hummed against him, shooting his back up into an arch. his back might've broken with the force at curved.
"What thoughts are you having?" Two thick fingers easily slipped into Jungwon's hole. He curved his fingers with each thrust, hitting that spot Jungwon could never reach in seconds.
Jungwon held his hair for purchase. "Having sex w-with you." He panted. What kind of penance was this?
Jongseong swirled his tongue around his clit as he pushed a third finger into his already tight heat, breaking Jungwon. He bucked his hips twice against his face, him squirting like a broken tap all over Jongseong's face.
His body went numb, legs falling dead on the desk as Jongseong stood up with his glasses and chin dripping in cum, unbuckling his belt.
Jungwon clenched around nothing once Jongseong pulled his cock out. It was veiny like his arms, his tip wet and a shouting red.
"Say the Act of Contrition." Jongseong's tip was now pushing against the tight muscle, shocking Jungwon with any small movements. It was hot and thick, too thick. It wasn't going to fit, and Jongseong knew.
"T-too big." He barely stammered out.
"You're a virgin?" Jongseong was smirking now, still nudging at Jungwon's hole. The boy nodded, hiding his tear stained face. He had the audacity to snicker.
This was dizzying. His fucking local priest had his cock inside of him cursing at him. None of this was in the Bible, and Jungwon was sure of it.
Jongseong placed his hands on either side of Jungwon, pushing himself deeper into Jungwon. "Relax, this is what you wanted." And he was right. Jungwon has been wanting this since God knows when, and now he couldn't handle it.
Each shallow thrust punched out a loud moan from Jungwon, his arms shooting up and around Jongseong's neck for support.
The worst part was he wasn't even half way.
He slowed down and focused on fully entering Jungwon and brought their foreheads together. "Say it with me. Oh my God, I am sorry for," Jongseong cut himself off so Jungwon could continue.
"Father, please just fuck me." Jungwon panted once Jongseong bottomed out. He could feel his cock in his brain fondling with his hippocampus at this point.
"How can you complete penance if you can't say The Act of Contrition?" Jongseong asked, pulling out until his head was stretching Jungwon's rim.
Jungwon whined. "I am sorry for choosing to—"
Jongseong pushed all the way back in, hitting dead on Jungwon's g-spot. His entire body tensed up, overstimulated. So many sensations he’s never felt.
The idea of words left Jungwon’s mind as he was plowed into relentlessly. A sputter of fluid coated Jongseong’s cock like he was breaking a dam inside Jungwon.
“It’s almost like you were made to take cock with your tight pussy.” Jongseong growled, gripping Jungwon’s slim waist. That was definitely gonna leave a bruise.
“Y-yes, I am father!” He cried out. His arms gave out, throwing himself down on the desk and laid out like a starfish. He rubbed his clit at the same speed of his thrusts, chasing his orgasm again. “I need to— I’m gonna—“
Jongseong scoffed and snatched his hand away then pinning them over his head. His wrists stung with the wood digging into them and Jongseong’s superhuman grip holding them hostage.
“So greedy, you wanna cum already?” He tsked. Tears spilled out of Jungwon’s squinted eyes as he came, throwing off Jongseong’s thrust pattern. “Couldn’t even wait a second.” A slap landed on his raw clit.
He mewled, arching his back. If he knew sex would be this rough he would’ve waited for a day he didn’t already make his pussy sensitive.
Jongseong hissed. “Shit, I’m close.” His rhythm continued to falter, thrusting sporadically. Jungwon let out a bitchy moan as Jongseong moved his hands back to his hips.
“In me!” Jungwon squealed. Who was he to say no to that request?
He was now pulling Jungwon’s waist to meet his thrusts, slowing down with the same ferocity. He came at the last thrust, holding their crotches together to let out every last drop of his cum.
Jongseong leaned down to Jungwon’s ear, placing his hands on either side of him. “Don’t spill it.” He whispered before pulling out and pushing back in at an agonizing pace.
It was too much. Jungwon couldn’t give Jongseong anymore. His legs shot up as piss spilled onto the desk like a tap and eyes rolling far back. He felt so dirty and stupid, but his clit ached for any contact.
“Oh baby, you’re too much.” Jongseong whistled as he pulled out fully. Jungwon sobbed, trying to hide himself from the embarrassing stunt he pulled.
It was like he read Jungwon’s mind, quickly twisting and tugging at his bulbous clit without any remorse. He mewled and cried with his remaining piss and cum pouring onto the desk and floor. Gross.
Jungwon thought he died temporarily before blinking his eyes open to see Jongseong cleaning up his mess. He tenderly wiped Jungwon’s legs with some warm paper towels and caressed his bruising torso.
“I’m sorry, Father Jongseong.” Jungwon sobbed out as Jongseong sat him up. He looked over at the Jesus Christ painting above the door and sighed. “I’m sorry.” He whispered.
“As long as you have faith, he will forgive you.” Jongseong whispered, kissing his cheek.
Questioning his faith was never on Jungwon’s mind, so he accepted Jongseong’s words of wisdom. If anything, God should be happy because— eh, who cares? It’s not like anyone fully follows the Bible anyways.
And Jungwon got exactly what he wanted:
Some good priest dick.