?Father Jim?[repression], [bisexual], [voyeur]

This is a revised version of another story. It’s not about religion. Just a good vehicle for a story line.

Being transferred (the reason is another story) to a new church was tough. I had given my life to the church. A life of celibacy and had never married. The old southern church was sometimes hot. I would go naked (as god intended) under my robe. The podium would hide swelling caused by devilish thoughts.
When blessing the congregation at the door, I would notice several younger ladies parading by in their Sunday best. Young lads dressed in slacks that they were about to outgrow. Tight in the right places. The devil would take over my mind and I would scramble to cover the devils bulge with my prayer book.

One of the last out was a nice couple. She was a nice hometown Christian girl. They had met in bible college and planned to be married. Sally touches my arm and sez “Nice service today Father Jim”” Are you feeling ok? You look red in the face”. Not wanting to admit I was lusting for the sins of flesh I said “ No, no..Im ok…just the pressures of this calling. The pressures of running this church, it’s like a small buisness” ( I move my prayer book to reposition) “And…fighting off the devil everyday.” The lad notices the tent formed in the front of my robe and smiles “Well father, I know spreadsheets, If I could help in any way… please ask.” Sally starts to walk off and sez “I’ll make you a nice cobbler and bring it by sometime Father Jim, we can maybe discuss you marrying us, if you would. bless you” She smiles and walks down the steps. The lad looks directly at my tented robe“ I know the devil can take over any man Father. I could come by and help with your pressures “ I smile and say “Yes .. I could use some help my son. Uhmmm…Please stop by my rectory later? I have an urgent matter at hand to attend to now.”

I say goodbye and rush inside. Locking the doors I returned to the pulpit. Rubbing the devils hard on through my robe. I let the devil take over. Thinking of the milfs sitting legs slightly apart showing their cute white panties. Painted lips mouthing the words to the hymns. Whorish painted lips wide open singing “aaaaaaah-men” Each time standing and sitting their skirts crept higher. And the young bucks. Tight slacks, man-spreading, showing their crotches. Often having to readjust ever growing young dicks. And during communion each of the lads come to the front, kneel and wait. I imagine those oval mouths…inviting the devils cock to enter. I felt the warm build up in my balls. Lifting my robe I lean against the pulpit. Jacking my dick to expel the demon seed. The thought of those young gentlemen in tight pants and ladies and their panty lines showing their firm butts. “OH..Cast out the devils thoughts”. Pumping harder I yell “oooooh GOD”. Shooting streams of cum………..“Cast ye out…demon seed.”

Later that Sunday I was typing notes for next week’s sermon. KNEELING FOR WORSHIP was the title. Ephesians 3:14
[ A Prayer for the Ephesians ] For this reason I kneel before the Father.

But the devil was taking my thoughts astray. I opened another screen and searched for (kneel for blessing). Pictures and videos of men and women on their knees, mouths open. Oval holes yearning for something to fill their mouths. Begging to be given the hot devil’s seed. I start to rub myself. The men in the video was being blessed all over their faces. Hot demon blessing dripping down their chins. MUST fight back the temptation, I switch back to typing my sermon.
Mark 14:38
Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.

I hear a knock at the door. It was the gentleman from this morning’s service. “Hello father Jim. Are you free to talk?” “Yes my son” Pointing to the couch I say “Please sit down” The boy stammered and spoke “Father I offered to help to be able to talk in secret”. I sat beside him on the couch “You can tell me anything my son, I have an oath of confidence” The boy rubbed his hands and continued “Father…I love Sally, I hope to marry her, she’s a wonderful girl. But she wants to obstain from sex till we are married” the lad looks down and continues. “It’s ok with me, I respect that but…..well…in college…I learned…about men. Nodding I try to console “Yes go on my son. All of us are tempted by devilish thoughts”. The lad continues “But Father, I went further than just thoughts. I yearn for a man’s guidance and strength over a woman’s soft touch”. He placed his hand on my knee “I need guidance Father Jim. I love Sally and only want her happiness….but I have urges to”. I put my arm around the lad to comfort him. His hand is still on my knee. “Please guide me Father on how to be a good husband to Sally and still satisfy my urges”

He gently moves his hand up my leg. “Please Father, Isn’t it written:
Job 16:5
But my mouth would encourage you; comfort from my lips would bring you relief.”

Hugging him closer I say “bless you my son, Please continue”. The lad kisses me on the cheek and slides his hand to my crotch. Tracing my hard on and saying “Please Father…let me comfort you”. The lad slowly unzips my slacks. Pulling out my growing cock. He smiles and swirls his tongue round the head. Gripping the base of my cock he slides his lips over the head. I let the devil overcome me as I touched the lads head. I felt the devils hot seed building in my balls. The lad was stroking my cock and popping the head in & out of his mouth. The devils vile words emitted from deep inside me “suck it faggot, you like that big devil cock in your holy hole…DONTCHA…not some preacher pecker. Try and suck out my firey seed.”

The lad sez “I can save you Father Jim”. He begins long stroking and nursing the tip. My head falls back on the couch as I erupt in the lad’s willing mouth. I break free from the devil’s grip and say”bless you, my son“ gently touching his head and pulling him up to firm hug “Bless you”.

Suddenly we hear a knock at the door. A female voice sez “hello, Father Jim?” I motion for the lad to hide in the closet.“This won’t take long”. I zipped and straightened my slacks “Yes, just a moment”. Opening the door I see it’s Sally. “Hello Father…I brought you a cobbler, and well I wanted a moment to talk”. I need your guidance on an urgent matter”. Rushing in and sitting on the couch Sally continues “Father Jim I need to confess something…I ask my fiancée to wait for sex till after our wedding. To see if he loved me, and he willingly agreed. He’s a perfect gentleman.” She stares at her lap and sez “but father I am weak to the devil’s temptation. I have naughty dreams, wicked thoughts and evil burning needs sometimes.”

The lad had a clear view of the couch from his hiding spot. He was shocked, mad and rock hard at hearing his lovely Sally’s confession. I try and comfort her and say “We have all been tested by the devil. “James 1:2
[ Trials and Temptations ] Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds,

Sally continues “yes father, but these wicked trials come all the time lately. My body tingles as the devil’s hand touches me. Touching in private places. Father Jim Please…You’re a man of god…place your hand on me to expel the devils work” I say let’s close our eyes and pray .” Dear father in heaven, help me give this girl relief from the devil’s temptations” I place my hand on her knee “ Tell me my child…do you since the devils touch here?”…“yes father but… “. She places her small hand on mine. Not to stop me but to guide my hand up her leg to her moist crotch.“There father…there is where I sense it most”

The lad in hiding watched in horror as Sally spread her legs and guides his hand. “y e s…there Father” Sally moaned. She acted like she was possessed. Moving his hand over her crotch. “My dear I sense the intense heat, we need to expel those devilish fluids, he’s putting those wicked thoughts in you.”
The lad can see Father Jim ease her panties aside. Rubbing her special private place. Sally lays her head back “y e s…I feel your holy power”
Father Jim pushes a finger in and sez “I need to probe deep to expel the devils work.” Soon Sally’s writhing and squirming “Oooooh god…don’t stop…it’s the devil…I sense it”. I ease in a second finger in and rub her clit with my thumb saying “Cast ye out wicked devil, cast ye out”. Sally was squirming and convulsing as I quickened my probing. She yells “OH GOD” and squirts all over the couch and floor. Sally lay twitching, legs spread wide, eyes closed. I start to get up and she grabs my hand and kisses it, licking my fingers and saying “thank you so much Father Jim…I feel the holy spirit strongly now” Sally slowly stands and straightens her dress. “Thank you Father Jim for the private counselling”, As she walks to the door “may we talk more IF the devil’s thoughts return?”

The lad couldn’t stop jacking in the closet. Thinking of licking the wet couch and Father Jim’s fingers. He could clearly see Father Jim’s bulging slacks. To see his sweet Sally so pleased and the poor father now needing his attention again.

I smile at the closet and pat the couch beside me.” Sorry you had to see that but…“ i stand and open the closet door. The poor lad was covered in jizz and crying. The sight brought up devilish thoughts. The devil was telling me to take advantage of this vulnerable boy. The lad sees the devil in my eyes. Holding out my hand I say “Let’s continue our talk. The lad stands and I lead him to the bedroom. “you needed a mans guidance..I can help you be a happy husband to Sally.”

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