Against the Altar
Copyright 2012 Sofia Bane
Going a week without a wank was a bet that Jacob was certain he would lose. It had been the stipulation of his last confession with Father Gio, no jerking off within the week between his confessions, lest he suffer consequences. But to be honest, the consequences were ones that Jacob was quite looking forward to.
He entered the wooden confessional that Friday afternoon, a time at which Father Gio offered confession to their college student body and nobody but Jacob was likely to show up. His heart skipped a beat as he sat down in anticipation of what would come.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been a week since my last confession.”
“Go ahead, my son.”
“I abused myself three times this week.” Jacob didn’t have to use this archaic phrasing, but he kind of loved its quaintness. Besides, his jerk-off sessions had been kind of violent. “After you told me not to, Father.”
It would be a test of endurance, a perverse foreplay, for them both to sit through this confession without touching. For their cocks to harden and strain inside of their clothing, sweat prickling at the backs of their necks, and heartbeats becoming rapid as they carried out this theatrical formality. Jacob already heard strain in Father Gio’s voice as he replied, “Yes?”