My story began by my going to the confessional late one afternoon and explaining to Father Ted that I had been snooping around and found a stash of porn in the shed out behind our garage. I figured that it must have belonged to my Dad. Anyway, looking through it I found men and women having sex, women and women doing things I didn't understand, and older men with much younger men doing things to each other. The problem was that after I put the stash back the way I had found it I couldn't stop thinking about it. I would think about the pictures during school to the point that my manhood would get so hard that it would hurt. I would have trouble adjusting myself and then having to get up with my book bag in front of my hard cock to get out of the room when the bell rang. It was beginning to be a real problem and I would get just as hard when thinking about the men on men pictures as with the men and women, or the women and women pictures. My question to the Priest then was "Being eighteen, no sexual experience, and in my first year at the community college do you think that I am gay."
The Priest told me that many young people my age had all these hormones raging through their systems and sometimes they just need to experiment a little to find out how they really felt about sex. He reassured me that I was a normal teenager and not to worry.
As I stepped out of the confessional and started down the hall I heard the door to the Priest's side of the Confessional open and close. I turned around to see Father Ted standing there. Father Ted was a short man, balding man with salt and pepper hair. He was a kind man that spent a lot of time with the youth.
"Jeff" Father Ted spoke, "would you want to go to the rectory and discuss your problem a little further? That is, if you have the time."
"Sure" I answered.
With that Father Ted walked up and put his arm around my shoulder and escorted me to his rectory. He opened the door and we went in. Father Ted told me to take a seat in a straight chair in front of his desk. He turned to the door and asks if it bothered me if he locked the door. He said it would keep anyone from interrupting the conversation. He asks if I would like something to drink to which I declined. He then pulled another straight chair up in front of me and sat down face to face. He sat so close that our knees almost touched. I had on shorts and a tee. Father Ted had on a long black robe which he gathered up to his waist as he sat down. As he sat down I couldn't help but notice his shiny black shoes and socks. I didn't see cuffs to slacks which made me wonder if he had on pants under his robe.
Then Father Ted said, "Now back to your problem. You said your manhood gets extremely hard when you recall the pictures in your mind that you had seen in the books in the shed. I was wondering which pictures seemed to have the greatest effect on you? I mean which pictures had the greatest effect on your manhood? Which ones made you the hardest? Which ones made you so hard that it hurt?"
"Well," I stammered, I guess the ones with the men on men pictures. The young men were a little bit older than eighteen, but the older men were about your age. All I have to do is start thinking about those pictures and I start getting rock hard."
"Rock hard huh?" questioned Father Ted, "Can you describe some of the pictures to me Jeff?"
"Well, it's kind of embarrassing Father," I said.
"Oh, don't be embarrassed son. Think of me as a doctor that you are explaining a problem to, that you want fixed." said Father Ted.
That seemed reasonable to me so I continued, "Well, one of the pictures shows a young man on a bed naked with an older man holding the young man's cock in his hand and the older man was holding his cock with his other hand. The older man seems to be licking his lips and stroking the young man's cock as a long stream of cum is shooting from his cock, frozen in midair over his belly. The look on the young man's face seems to be that of ecstasy. Another picture shows an older man with a young man's cock on his tongue as if it is going in his mouth. Then the picture next to that shows the older man holding the cock with one hand as the head of the young man's cock slips into his lips pursed as if he is kissing it except part of the head is in his mouth. The next picture shows the older man with most of the young man's cock in his mouth with his cheeks caved in and his nose in the young man's pubic hair. Then a picture shows the young man has pulled his cock out of the older man's mouth and is shooting a stream of cum into the older man's mouth. The next picture shows the older man's nose back into the young man's pubic hair as if the older man is swallowing the younger man's cum. The last of that set show them in a 69 position on the bed with the young man on top. The young man has his eyes closed and most of the head of the older man's cock in his lips. As you look between them you can see the older man has the young man's cock in his mouth down almost to the young man's pubic hair." As I finished describing the pictures I realized that my young cock was rock hard and straining in my shorts leg to stand up straight next to my belly. It was really beginning to hurt. I also noticed the lap of Father Ted and that he had a tent in his robe. "I'm sorry Father," I said, "but talking about the pictures and thinking of the scenes have made my cock rock hard like it gets in school. It is trapped in the leg of my shorts and is beginning to hurt real bad."
