"Forgive me father for I have sinned. It has been one month since my last confession."
Father Mulroney recognised Tommy Reynolds' voice clearly and smiled to himself with the expectant sweetness of this innocent boys' latest confession. Would it be looking at a girl across the quad again? Perhaps he felt guilty for eating too many sweets before bedtime. The Father chuckled lightly and waited for the naïve eighteen year old to speak.
"F... Father?" Tommy said slowly. "I'm in desperate need of confession Father?"
"You sound troubled my son, would you prefer to speak in the rectory?" Father Mulroney said.
"I feel better saying it here, if that's ok."
"Very well, take your time and ask away." The Father settled in; he had a feeling this was going to be good.
"It all happened on Friday evening, after school. I'd stayed late after class to clean up the equipment room so by the time I got into the locker room everyone had already left.
"Like normal I stripped down and went to shower. Nothing out of the ordinary, I just did what I'd done all year. That hot water felt good on my body I can tell you that Father."
The priest coughed silently as he tried not to picture the petite young lad who, he himself had christened, under a torrent of water in the locker room showers.
"But then Father, just as I was soaping my hair, I realised I wasn't alone. I couldn't quite make out who was there with me. I must admit I was scared for a moment until he spoke; it was Coach Masters."
"'You're in late' he said 'Get the equipment room all sorted?'
"'Yes' I said as the soap began to cover my eyes. 'You scared me Sir.'
"'Oh I didn't mean to scare you boy, just getting in a little last minute training before my big race this weekend' he said
"'What race is that Sir?'
"'The annual Peninsula Marathon, tomorrow morning. I've been training for it for the past six months.' He said gargling water."
"At this point Father I didn't know what to say, you see I've never been very sporty and talking to someone like Coach was tough. So I kept quiet and let him continue."
"'In fact now I've got you here Tommy, you could help me with my last minute training.
"'Oh really?' I said, in truth I was just excited to help. 'What do you need me to do?'
"'Well Tommy, my body is so highly tuned right now.'
"'For your big race?'
"'Yes exactly, for my big race. Well, even the slightest awkward stretch could cause me to suffer a muscle pull, which could end my race before it starts.'
"'Oh no, that would be terrible. Just think about all those months of wasted work if that happened.' I said seeing his difficulty very clearly. 'Well you know best, just tell me what to do.'
"'Are you sure Tommy? I don't want to be a pain' he said"
"I think Coach was feeling a little embarrassed about asking, so I made absolutely sure that he felt more comfortable. 'Just tell me what to do and I'll do it Sir.'" I said
"'In that case, would you mind washing my back for me? I'm worried that the twisting might jar something loose in a shoulder or something, it's very easy to do when you're an athlete like me.'"
"He was right Father. I had never seen him without clothes before but when I stepped into his cubicle, I could see all the muscles in his back rippling as the water rolled down over each contour. I could see how easy he might pull a muscle if I'd not been there to help."
"Is that what you came here for today my son?" the priest said.
"Oh no Father, there's lots to tell you about." Tommy said.
"'Just take the soap and rub it in circles on my back. Make sure you cover every inch mind you.'"
"I took the soap from the tray and began to lather up his shoulders. I must have been doing it right because Coach began to sigh quite loudly. It must have been a relief to find someone who could help him with this awkward task."
"I bet it was" Father Mulroney said, if he had said that to anyone else the smile on his lips would have given him away, but Tommy plodded on with his story oblivious to the priest's sarcasm.
"I was determined to do a good job. As I said before I'm not too sporty, so I thought this might be a good way to get a good grade in Coach's class. I soaped up every inch of his back Father. I made sure my fingers covered every taut muscle and I even slipped under his arms. He was like a piece of stone, a shiny, polished piece of marble as I kept rubbing my hands over his back."
"'That feels great Tommy, thank you, no need to go any further' Coach said as I reached the base of his spine."
"Now Father I've always tried to be proactive and go that extra mile to help, as you know from your church fete each year, so without Coach asking I dropped to my knees and began to soap up his legs."
"'It's fine Coach' I said, 'We can't run the risk of you pulling something before the race.'
"'You're quite right boy, you do what you feel is necessary."
"I ran my hands up and down his thick calves, one at a time, covering every inch. Even rubbing the front, reaching around to make sure I washed him thoroughly. Coach must have been ticklish because he began to fidget and moan loudly. So I made sure to go slower as not to agitate him too much.
"After about five minutes of rubbing, I reached the top of his muscular thighs, but I did not stop. My hands continued on their way, nudging the seat of his butt and up over the large round orbs of his behind. The Coach moaned very loudly when I did that. I think he might have actually pulled a muscle that he hadn't noticed. So I thought I should make a point to rub his butt extra hard to try and work the kink out of his muscle.
"Satisfied that my job was done, I sat back on my heels and watched as the water gently rolled the soap suds into big balls and led them snaking down his hairy legs, and finally down the drain."
"'All done Sir.' I said holding the soap up in the air to hand it back to him.
"'And didn't you do a good job Tommy.' Coach straightened from his position of leaning against the wall and began to turn."
"What I saw next surprised me if I was to be honest Father. I'd never seen one before, not that close, and certainly not that hard. Come to think about it, I'd never imagined they could be that big either."
"Please continue." The Father's voice had turned somewhat husky as he tried to speak with an ever increasingly dry mouth.
"'Oh my Sir.' Was all I could say, I think I actually put my hand over my mouth at the same time. He didn't say anything at first, he just stood there with his hands on his hips in front of me.
"'An unfortunate side effect of training is increased libido, I'm sorry Tommy.' Coach said."
"I did try to look passed it, I swear I did, but it was so big that I couldn't focus."
"What was it Tommy? Tell me. Describe it for me." Father Mulroney said leaning his head back against the confessional wall and taking a deep breath. With the faint sound of vestment buttons, being softly tugged free in the background.
"Oh yes I'm sorry. It was his penis Father. It was hard and sticking out from his body. It was big, very big it almost hit me in the face. As thick as my wrist, no, even thicker. It had three veins spiralling around the length of it. They even throbbed while I looked at it. It was red. Very angry looking, but the tip was purple, very deep purple. I didn't see any foreskin though. Maybe that was because he was hard? I don't know."
