30. Matteo
THIRTY
MATTEO
Weeks of sex and passion pass in a blur.
I live in a world of a mindless daze, in the best way possible. Everything has weaved itself together so naturally as if Theo and I have been doing this our whole lives.
As I sit in confession, hearing Marcy go on about her ill thoughts toward Don’s wife Sydney for also bringing a pecan pie to the potluck last week, I can’t help but remember last night when Theo railed me so hard against the mosaic windows in the rectory that we almost shattered them.
His fat cock up my ass, the dirty words I like that he’s getting more used to spilling, the way I love you so much was on the tip of my tongue…
“Father, my penance?”
I snap out of it, shaking my head with a cough. “Three Hail Marys should suffice, Marcy. You know, we’re all human, right? It’s okay to sometimes have ill thoughts toward our neighbors as long as we don’t act on them.”
“Oh, I’m damn near close to acting on them,” she snorts. “God forgive me.”
I let out a chuckle, parting the visor to give her an amused look. “Funny. Try not to cause any more chaos today?”
She smiles wickedly, fingering her rosary beads as she claps a hand over her heart. “On God’s honor, Father. I’ll see you tomorrow to set up for Mass?”
I nod. “Sounds like a plan.”
She leaves after that, muttering more things about Sydney under her breath that I choose to ignore. I check my watch and see that confessions are over, but I linger around the booth for a bit longer in case any parishioners decide to come in late. I’m about to get up and go about my evening, text Theo to see what he’s doing, but someone enters the booth.
“Good evening,” I say, closing the visor before I can see who it is. “Have you come to make a confession?”
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”
My breath stutters. I recognize that voice anywhere. “Theo?”
“I need forgiveness, Father,” he whispers, ignoring what I just said. I can hear the tremble in his voice as he continues. “I have committed a grave sin.”
It takes me a second, but I realize what he’s doing. It’s perverse to get turned on by this, but everything about Theo does it for me. The forbidden taboo aspect of our relationship has never really crossed my mind, but I can’t lie and say I’m not human. I’m a human man, full of need, and the idea of living on the edge of danger…
It’s hot.
My cock swells in my pants, angrily pressing against the zipper. I clear my throat, hands sweating already as excitement courses through me. “What sin have you committed?”
“I’ve been having… inappropriate thoughts about somebody I shouldn’t.”
I gulp, reaching down to stroke myself through my pants. “Who?”
“You.”
It’s said in such a husky tone, and it makes my eyes roll to the back of my head. I wonder what he’s doing right now and if he’s just as turned on as I am. I picture him with his cock out, that beautiful slender neck on display with his head thrown back, thinking about every dirty thing I’ve done to him, and he’s done to me.
“What’s my penance, Father? How am I going to be punished?”
“I…” I swallow harshly, already moving to stand, and unbuckling my belt. “It’s better if I show you, my son.”
I pull back the screen dividing the confessional with now only a slotted barrier separating the two of us. I take in his pink cheeks and growl under my breath when I see he does have his fat cock out, stroking it quickly as he pants. I don’t waste any time pulling my cock out, stepping onto the bench, and sliding myself through one of the slots. “I think you need to open your mouth and take your penance.”
Theo doesn’t hesitate. In one quick movement he’s pressed against the wall, his greedy mouth open as he takes as much of me as he can. I throw my head back, relishing in the sick sounds of his slurping and whining.
“That’s it,” I mumble, lost in pleasure as he twirls his tongue around my head. “Fuck, precioso . You take my cock so damn well.”
He’s gasping when he pulls back, drool pooling around his lips as he bats his lashes at me. “I just want to be good, Father.”
I can’t take it anymore. While I love the way he sucks my dick, I don’t want anything dividing us. I rush to the door. “Take your fucking pants off.”
I’m out of the confessional and barreling through the other door in a second, pleased that Theo already has his pants around his ankles. He looks so innocent, staring up at me, desperation in his eyes as he waits. “How do you want me?”
“Turn around,” I demand, nearly salivating when that glorious bubble butt is presented to me. It’s like I’m being served the most delectable dessert on a silver platter. I drop to my knees, pulling his cheeks apart, taking a nice long look at his puckered entrance. “Mmm, you’re so pretty.”
“Thank you, Father,” he says breathlessly, wiggling in my hold. “Is this wrong? I don’t think this is but?—
“Trust me,” I say, my lips ghosting over his hole, my fingers already circling him. “All your sins will be forgiven when you let me shove my tongue up your ass.”
“Fuck!” He shouts when my tongue first makes contact with him. His body starts to tremble, and I can tell he’s having a hard time remembering the game we’ve started. “Um—Oh my God, Matteo…”
“That’s it,” I urge him, spreading him even further so I can run the flat of my tongue along his crease. “Pray for forgiveness.”
He squirms as he pushes his ass back against my tongue. “Please, Matteo. I need more.”
“Anything for you, precioso ,” I tell him, making my tongue stiff so I can push it into him.
The rest of his cries fall on deaf ears. All I can concentrate on is his taste, better than the Holy wine I consume every Sunday, better than anything I’ve ever experienced. He tastes fresh, perfect, mine , and it just makes me fuck him faster.
“Please, touch me,” he begs, reaching down to grab his cock, but my hand is there to bat him away.
I pause eating him out so I can drape my body over his, biting down on his earlobe to which he whimpers. “Don’t forget. I’m in charge of your pleasure. Every ounce of ecstasy you feel will be because of me. Keep that pretty cock untouched and I might take mercy on you.”
“I’ll be so good,” he whines, reaching up to cup the back of my neck. “Fuck, Matteo, I’ll be anything for you.”
His words arouse me more than anything we’ve done because I know Theo means it. He’s such a precious soul—my precioso —and I’ll do anything to treasure my time with him. I lean over to kiss his cheek, rubbing his ass as I travel back down his body. I dive back in, unforgiving in my quest to make him come. When I feel his hole clench around my tongue and his legs start to shake, I take his cock in my hand.
“Want to come for me, Theo?” I ask, teasing him with a spit-slicked finger. “Do you need something up this tight ass to come?”
He looks over his shoulder at me, eyes wide. In all the things we’ve done, I’ve always been penetrated, but the curiosity in his eyes makes me think he’s open to it. “Is it… Is it going to hurt?”
“It might sting a little,” I say honestly, jacking him slowly as I circle his rim. “Spit isn’t really the best lube.”
He swallows as he licks his lip. “Just the tip?”
“Just the tip,” I repeat, slowly easing into him. “If it hurts, say something. I only want to make you feel good.”
He nods and without any prompting, pulls his cheeks apart to give me better access. His hole is loose enough from my ministrations that I slide in easily, wiggling the tip of my finger inside him. “What does it feel like?”
“I want more,” he moans, trying to get more of my finger, but I slap my ass to keep him steady.
“What did I tell you?” I growl. “You’ll get the rest of it when I want to give it to you.”
I continue to tease him with the tip until he’s a begging mess. When he throws his head back with a cry, a beautiful whine on his lips, I slip my finger in deeper. He flinches, but I hold myself steady there, whispering soothing words into his ass until he unclenches around my finger. “You good, precioso ? Want to keep going?”
“Y-Yeah,” he stutters, pushing back slowly to get used to the feeling. “Just be gentle, baby.”
I press a kiss to his ass cheek, rotating my finger until I reach the spot that makes him moan. “I promise. Just be my good boy and let me make you feel good.”
He nods as I start fucking him slowly, grazing my finger against his prostate with every thrust. Moans and groans slip from his lips, beautiful melodies that are going to play on repeat in my head. When he stiffens out of pleasure, ass clenching around my finger, I know he’s close to coming. I stop the movement of both my hands quickly and flip him over, so he’s draped across the bench. His eyes widen in confusion, but they snap shut when I take his entire cock in my mouth, pushing as far as my gagging throat will let me until he’s coming down my throat.
“Jesus,” he breathes, petting the top of my head as I lick the remainder of his delicious cum from his cock. “Baby, that was so good.”
I chuckle, looking up at him as I crawl over his body to reach his lips. “Thanks for coming to see me.”
“I missed you,” he admits sweetly, brushing his fingers down my cheek.
I roll my eyes playfully. “You saw me yesterday.”
“So? Still missed you.” I drop my head under his chin with a satisfied sigh, breathing in citrus as he rubs circles on my back. “Your turn?”
I shake my head. “No time, sadly. Have to make myself presentable for Wednesday Mass tonight.”
When I look up at him, he’s pouting, but he understands. He kisses my forehead as he helps me up and I tuck his spent cock back in his pants. “Tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow,” I tell him once we’re both presentable, cupping his face as I step to kiss him. I breathe against his open mouth, tasting both his cum and his lips, smiling widely when he smirks like he wants more. “Tomorrow, precioso .”
“I’ll be counting down the hours,” he whispers, kissing me quickly once more before moving to the door. “I’ll go out first. Give me like three minutes.”
I nod, not being able to help but slap his ass on his way out. I give him the time he asked for before I leave, and under the eyes of God, I smile.
Fuck, I’m a lucky man.