Priests Gone Wild
Copyright© 2026 by Ring of Seed
Chapter 3: The Second Vessel – Giovanni’s Confessional Inversion
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: The Second Vessel – Giovanni’s Confessional Inversion - A quiet ecumenical synod. Five older priests arrive expecting doctrinal debate. They leave leaking. A young liaison with a clipboard turns the gathering into a week-long competition of who can: take the most; hold the longest; beg the loudest; leak the least. Blindfolds, guessing games, holy items as plugs, arses presented like competing portals. They pout, sabotage, crowning themselves “biggest slut” while the twink narrator owns them all. No redemption. No moral comfort.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Reluctant Gay Fiction Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
The plenary dragged through the morning. Delegates shifted in wooden chairs. Papers rustled. The radiator hissed in the corner. Giovanni Moretti sat near the front. Stocky frame filling the seat. Silver hair cut short. Thin white goatee precise. He adjusted his zucchetto once. Twice. Heavy-lidded eyes flicked over the room. Landed on me. Held a second longer than necessary. Then looked away.
I waited until the break. Clipboard under arm. Keys in pocket. Approached him as the others filed out for tea.
“Eminence. A quiet moment in the chapel? For reflection.”
He nodded. Stood. Cassock swished against his thighs. We walked the corridor in silence. Stone walls cool under my fingers. His footsteps heavier. Solid. The side chapel was small. Kneeler worn. Lattice screen dividing the booth. Smell of wax and dust. Door latched behind us.
Giovanni entered his side. Sat. I took the confessor’s seat. The screen between us. Wood carved. Worn smooth by countless hands.
“What weighs on your soul, Eminence?”
He exhaled. Long. Slow. Throat worked under the collar.
“Distractions. Unworthy thoughts. Nothing more.”
“Describe them.”
He hesitated. Fingers drummed the kneeler edge. Olive skin marked with faint veins.
“Glances that linger. At younger men. Shameful. During prayer. During mass. The mind wanders. The body betrays. I confess it. I repent it. Yet it returns.”
I let the words hang. The radiator outside hissed faintly. Then leaned closer to the lattice.
“You speak of sin. Let me absolve it.”
Unzipped. Cock pushed through the grille. Thick head nudging the wood. Veined shaft resting against the lattice. Already hard. Leaking at the tip. Giovanni froze. Breath caught. Eyes wide on the other side.
“This is blasphemy.”
I held still. Let him stare. Let the scent thicken the air between us. Salt and skin under wax.
“Blasphemy is denying what your body craves. Taste the absolution.”
His hand trembled. Reached out. Fingers brushed the head. Slick with precum. He smeared it once. Thumb circled the slit. Pulled back. Licked his own finger. Eyes fluttered. Throat worked again.
“Eminence. Wank it. Suck it. Take what you’ve confessed to wanting.”
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