Riki the Writer

    The church was small, and the Sunday flock got smaller and smaller as the years went by.  The majority of his congregation now were older ladies, devout Catholics, and there was no way he could perform Mass in the state he was in.
   
    The priest made his way to the back of the church, like he had done many times before.  He looked to make sure there was no one around before stepping into the confessional.  Once safely settled inside, he worked his hand under his robes, placed it on his hardening member, and thought about how many Hail Mary’s he’d have to say later as penance.
   
    Before he could get started, he heard voices outside of the confessional.  He kept quiet, hoping they would just go away, and let him get on with the task at hand.  The voices got steadily closer, and he heard someone enter the other side of the confessional. 
   
    It was a young couple.  He knew who they were, but there was no way he was going to say anything to them, as that would bring attention onto himself.  At this particular moment in time, attention was something he definitely didn’t want or need.
   
    He listened to them, and he could hear heavy breathing.  At the realization of what they were doing, he tightened the grip on his dick and began a slow stroke.  With every gasp and moan they uttered that couldn’t be stifled, he’d quicken his pace.  He did his best to keep in step with the young couple beside him, not wanting to get ahead of them.  He knew he was getting close, and tried to slow down a little, however, hearing the young woman cry out in climax was more than he could bear.  Pleasure ripped through his body as he felt his own hot liquid flowing over his hand.
   
    In the depths of ecstasy, he also cried out, startling the young couple, who then made a hasty retreat.  He chuckled to himself as he listened to them go.  When it sounded like the church was again empty, he emerged from the confessional and slowly made his way back to the front of the church.  He put his hand in a small pocket in the robes and felt his rosary beads.  He wrapped his fingers around the beads, and as he walked, very softly, he whispered, “Hail Mary, full of grace.  The Lord is with Thee…”