Confessional craving.

Elias’ POV

The light was dim in the church corridor, and my collar felt like it would strangle me to death any second from now. All those years spent as a stern and authoritarian stepfather to Micah were going down the drain because things were beginning to change lately. Micah had become a 19 year old, not that skinny boy he was when I fell in love with his mother, and he was getting more of my attention because of the wrong things.

It was a late evening for confessions, and Micah had stayed behind. Told him it was just to wait for him to have done the confessions so we could head home. But the curiosity got the better of me finally. I moved in close to the confession chambers just enough to hear Micah confessing his sins.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been a week since my last confession," he began. After a pause, he went on to say, "I have watched p**n. Bad stuff. Men touching. It makes me hard, and I stroke myself."

I've refused to believe what went through my ears. What a twisted thing to put into one's head! The boy was holy and innocent enough; he was an altar boy, but that confession twitched my cock in my pants.

Then, he furthered his confession by describing how he watched grown men fuck younger boys while pumping his own cock using his hand and soap.

That confession just made me sweat a lot and my cock hard against my pants by the time it ended. I quickly walked away from the door before he could spot me, but the entire way home was hell, continuous flashes of imaginary scenarios of me fucking his ass hard till he begs for mercy. Micah was there, holding his rosary, very quietly.

When we reached home and entered,the living room, I could not hold it in any longer. ''Micah, just wait," I began. "About your confession... I heard it."

"Step-dad? You weren't supposed to.'' He stepped back, but I closed the gap. ''So you admitted to watching p**n? Stroking that cock to men fucking younger boys. Dirty boy.''

He lowered his head. ''I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"Shut up." I held his chin, forcing him to look me in the eyes. "You've been tempting me for months, flashing that ass. You want this, don't you? You need your step-dad to teach you a thing or two about sin." My thumb grazed his lip, he gulped but didn't pull away. "Say it, Micah. Say you want my cock."

A momentary pause ensued before he whispered, "Yes...I do." I shoved him against the wall and kissed him. He moaned into my mouth, gripping my shirt tightly. I felt his cock getting hard against me. “You're my little whore for the night. Strip. Now."

His hands shook as he removed his shirt, followed by his pants, and boxers fell down, cock springing free.

"Fuck... you are huge." I mumbled as I swallowed down my own saliva, hurriedly stripping down my clothes, cock swinging free in the cool air sharp against the heat I was feeling. "On your knees, boy."

Micah knelt down, his eyes fixed to my cock as I walked closer to him and said, "Open wide." He did and slowly I filled his mouth with my cock. "Start sucking. Show me how badly you want to be fucked like the boy in your p**n videos." His lips wrapped me,sucking the tip only at first. I forced my way in, grabbing his hair. "Deeper."

He gagged but he soon adjusted as I closed my eyes and face-fucked him while enjoying bliss from his warm mouth. Saliva spilled from his mouth to the chin. "Yeah, just like that. Choke on it, Micah. That mouth was built for it." I pulled back for a second then slammed back into his mouth, gagging him. Tears formed in his eyes while he continued the sucking.

"Good boy. Look at you slurping on my dick.” I pulled out and let him take a quick breath, before slamming it back in. "Don't touch that cock. I'll take care of it." He whimpered around me while his hands froze just a few inches from his own dick.

After a while, I pulled him off me. "Okay, enough. Bend over on the couch, and I'm going to fuck your ass." He turned, bent down to his knees with his butt in the air, his pink asshole waiting for me to slam in it whilst his balls dangled. "Relax." I mumbled as I gave a light slap to his cock, making it swing.

He nodded. "Please, step-dad... do it." I pushed in. "Fuck, so tight." I slammed my cock in so hard that I was almost getting to cum from how warm and tight his ass was. He screamed and pulled on the sofa's cushions. "Please—don't stop!" A minute later, I pulled it out and shoved back in, my hips meeting his ass cheeks,slamming hard against it.

"Take it, boy. Your step-dad's fucking your slutty hole. Your ass is squeezing me good like the fuck toy you are, Micah. This is what you are want for, not an altar boy but for fucking." He cried out in pain as he arched his back. "You close? Hold it back." I said, reaching below to slap his cock again.

He moaned, "I can't... please." And I tightened the grip around his throat, stopping my thrusts. "Beg for it. Tell me how much you love my dick wrecking you."

"Fuck yes daddy, I love it. Pound my ass harder. Make me your slut."

I flipped him onto his back because I wanted to look in his eyes while slowly thrusting my dick back inside his asshole. "Look me in the eye while I fuck you. This is what you always wished for, you dirty whore." His eyes rolled back, mouth opened. "Yes! Harder daddy, fuck my ass good."

''Do not even think about cumming until I say so. First, you milk my cum."

"Please, Elias ... I need it," he begged.

With one hand on his throat, I pulled him up and greedily sucked on his lips, while increasing my pac . "Cum now, boy. Squeeze my cock." He came, his cum load shooting all over his waist and onto his stomach, my cock still deep in his ass.

Pulling my dick out of his ass, I dragged him back from his waves of orgasm as I slammed my dick into his mouth, down his throat and released my load of cum. A satisfied smile on my face as he swallowed every drop.

“Good boy. Touch your toes”. I said, stroking my still hard cock as I readied for round two.