I had a vocation to the priesthood since grade school at St. Precopius elementary. There we were required to wear dress shoes, dress pants, a white shirt and a tie. The tie was a different color for each grade. I should mention my grades were pretty low and I never could bring them high enough to allow me to try out for altar boy. The sisters found me obedie...
I would like to thank Sexy_Curves for all her help with this story. Enjoy! Tommy O'Rourke would probably need to go to confession for this sin, someday, but not today. His mother worked at their Catholic church and school. On a dare from some of his buddies, he had stolen the church key off his mother's key ring and snuck into a confessional (the one he kn...
***Please note...all characters involved in this story are over 18. Also, thank you to Dezi and Jarrod for giving me loan of their names and characteristics, as well as helping with the story! And thanks to everyone who left feedback on my last two stories!!! I appreciate it!*** * * * * * Chapter Two: The Confession Brian cleared his throat and stretched...
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Father Brentwood had brown eyes that locked onto me. Maybe it was some kind of trick priests learned in seminary school where they make their eyes infinitely deep. He touched my forehead and didn't need to say a word, but I heard his soft deep voice anyway, "I understand what you're going through. It must be so hard. I'm here for you." When he moved the wa...
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