Fisting the Trainee Priest: A priest's adventures

By Sabrina

WARNING: This book contains scenes of a sexually graphic nature and is intended for readers over the age of 18.

 

John is recovering from having his heartbroken and he thinks in the most heartless of ways.  His way back into society is to fulfill an ambition he had thought about a long time ago, to join the priest hood.

He hoped this would reunite with his mother who had disowned him after he was came out to her and brought his lover for her to meet.  Finally his studies begin and so does his new life with Charlie and Brad who are both seminaries and studying to be priests themselves.  It doesnt take long for them all to discover their preferences and some exciting times are ahead for them all.

 

This is the first book in the series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sabrina
• Release date: Feb 13, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215262504

Sabrina

Sabrina is an erotica author who loves to titalate with stories about ordinary people doing extraordinary things.   Sabrina loves to take walks in the park and is definately a people watcher, she likes to meet people and there is nothing more than interesting than listening to people's life story and learning so much from them.

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Fisting the Trainee Father

By Sabrina

Chapter 1

‘Forgive me father for I have sinned’.

John sat in the confession box and looked at the grill before him, he could see a figure on the other side shifting about but in the church, it was silent.  He wondered if anyone should pass close by, would they be able to hear him, he hoped not despite the fact that he doubted anyone would know him since he had entered the big city.  What he had to say was not for everyone’s ears and whilst God may be forgiving, people certainly were not.

‘It has been a long time since my last confession’.

The figure who was listening replied, ‘when was your last confession my child?’

John was not expecting that question and thought back, ‘it has been several years father’.

‘Why is that?’

The questions put John out of his stride, he wanted to give his story his way, but the man was clouding his thoughts, he was spoiling his narrative, how he’d practiced saying it over and over again, ‘I lost my way father, I lost God’.

He wanted to say more but hearing the words out loud shocked himself.  He’d been brought up a strict Catholic and he’d attended church every week and for every religious occasion, his mother had seen to that, but he’d lost her at the same time as God.

The father was listening and for once he had said nothing, so he continued, ‘I lost God when I found love’.

‘And was she not a true Catholic?’

‘No father, he wasn’t’.

There was a short silence before the voice continued, ‘I see, and you are no longer seeing this man’.

John shook his head, ‘no father, I realised the errors of my ways, but it has come at a great cost’.

The father interrupted him, ‘God is our forgiving saviour and knows that we are mere humans with human failings.  If we ask for his compassion, then we will receive it’.

John wanted to ask him how he knew all of this, how he knew that God would forgive him, but it was irrelevant, he didn’t see losing God as the big deal the priest before him assumed, he’d meant.  For John, it had been the realisation that when his mother said she was disowning him that she had meant she was abandoning him for life.

He’d visited her with Carl and told her that he was gay, and that Carl was his partner, his mother had always been supportive and whilst he knew she was a devout catholic he thought her love for him, and for her family would shine through.  This had not been the case and she had been stunned when he had presented Carl as his lover, she had told him to get out of his family home and never to return. 

A couple of years later when he’d returned after his time with Carl had finished, he was shocked when she did not allow him to enter her house and told him that she did not want to see him.  He had stood on the doorstep and cried his heart out; he hoped his sobs would have softened her, but she had continued to ignore him.  After, what felt like a long time, sat on the doorstep, he picked himself up and with a final look back at the house from the garden gate and seeing nothing of his mother inside, he turned and walked away.   

The small village she lived in, where he had been brought up, held nothing for him now and he began walking, it was over fifty miles to the city and even though he had money for transport, his dazed mind had made him begin to walk and he had done it in almost an unconscious state, he’d slept rough for three nights until he awoke clearer in mind and on the outskirts of civilisation. 

He found a bed and breakfast and having cleaned himself up he decided to clean himself spiritually.  He had not attended church for many years and entered the Sunday service and took holy communion which he thought had made him feel better.

Now the last step was to confess his sins and gain absolution from his saviour. 

‘Thank you, father, I lost my ways to the sins of the flesh believing love was found in the arms of another man and not in the arms of God’.

The priest shifted his position and John wondered if his seat was as uncomfortable as his own, surely not, he thought, if he had to be perched there for hours at a time, after the movement stopped the voice spoke again, ‘you sound like you have already accepted your sins and you are ready