Sins of the Flesh

Chapter 6 Caleb

I was ten kinds of fucked up. Biology, did he really believe that? But I couldn't tell him the truth—the truth I could barely admit to myself. My erection was because of him. His plump lips and pants drew me in, and being close to him like that caused my cock to swell quickly. God, how would he have taken that? Run screaming from the perverted middle-aged priest, most likely. Rightfully so!

I definitely need to get laid today, I thought as I drove towards my home. My wife's car was in the driveway. I opened the door and dropped my keys and wallet in the bowl on the small end table by my front door.

I enter the kitchen and find my wife reading at the small kitchen table. I pluck the book from her hands, place it face down on the table, and kiss her deeply. She pulls back with a laugh.

"My goodness, Caleb, what has gotten into you." I kiss her neck and whisper, "I just have a craving for my wife." I grab her small hand and lead the way to our bedroom.

We kiss more as I undressed her, and I shed my clothes; never leaving her mouth, I guide her onto the bed. She reaches down to my flaccid cock.

"Caleb?" She asks, my lips on her neck. "Just stroke it a little," I say breathlessly. For a solid two minutes, she stroks with no reaction. My cock continues to lay limply in her soft hand. She looks at me, her brows knitting.

I have never gotten fully hard during sexual relations. I never knew why, but it had always been that way.

"Suck on it," I rasp. She wraps her soft lips around my cock, her breasts brushing against my side while I caressed her head. The warmth of her mouth engulfs my cock. It feels good, but my cock still refused to rise to the occasion. After another moment, my wife lifts her head, looking at my face with concern, etching her own.

"It must be stress. I'm sorry," I say, feeling even worse than before. She smiles and nods with understanding. "You always did have a physical reaction to your feelings." She rises off the bed and starts getting dressed again.

"I'll order us some dinner. Why don't you go take a shower?" she suggested. I nodded with a half-hearted smile as she leaves the bedroom.

I enter the shower and place my forehead on the wall as the water sluices down my body. I know it wasn't stress that caused my cock to stay limp. But I also didn't know what the cause was. That is until my mind wanders back to the hallway incident today, and I start to relive the feeling of his breath on my lips, the stirring of his cock in his pants.

My erection was full mast in moments. Aching for attention, I understand my depravity. Cole has reached beneath my skin, and like some deviant monster, I crave him.

I start stroking my cock, letting my mind indulge in thoughts of him. Then I see him in my mind, on his knees, my cock down his tight throat. My Cock was now more rigid than I could ever remember it being;

I stroked furiously. "Fuck yes, Cole," I whisper out loud. I continued to stroke through my fantasy; his mouth stretched around my shaft. His cobalt eyes peering at me through thick lashes—a blush staining his dimpled cheeks. I stroke faster, squeezing and twisting around the head, feeling my orgasm approaching quickly.

"Fuck cole I...I fuck" I gasp out as my cock spurts thick ropes of cum on the shower walls. My orgasm keeps going spurt after spurt. Not once in my life have I cum this much using my hand,

I am a slave to the feeling of it milking my cock and letting Cole's name fall from my lips as I milk out every last drop of cum.

Once I catch my breath and come down from the orgasm, high reality crashes into me with a vengeance. I am indeed a monster now.

I slid to the shower floor, wrapping my arms around my knees and sobbing in desperation. "God, please take this from me—this sickness. I don't want to be a monster; I don't want to hurt anyone," I pray. I am sure of only one thing which terrifies me. I want Cole more than I want salvation.

The next day, I avoid Cole with vigorous determination. However, the fantasies will not let my mind rest. Cole bent over my desk as I fuck him. My balls tightening at the image in my mind. The lewd ways I want to own his lithe body. I feel like a madman battling between pleasure and blasphemy.

There was a slight knock on the door. I know it is him without looking; his presence consumes me. He knocks louder when I don't respond, and I know I have to look up, so I do. He stands leaning against the doorway to my office, wearing brown boots, ripped jeans, a standard white T-shirt, and a friendly, dimpled smile.

I clear my throat. "Hey Cole, how can I help you?" I ask, hoping to sound nonchalant. He cocks his head to the side, stepping in a couple of paces further into my office.

"I was going to head to the kitchen and take down a list of the materials I will need to finish it." He says. I nod stiffly. "Was there anything else you can think of that may be needed from the hardware store while I'm there?" My brain is already overloaded.

I shake my head, hoping that is enough. I need him out of my office now. My body is buzzing; the demon inside me is trying to push me towards him.

He turns to walk out, and my resolve snaps in a split second. I rush towards the door as he turns towards me. I back him into the wall on the other side of the hallway by his shoulders. His face shows shock, but his eyes are glazed over.

I am breathing harshly, battling with my conscience. The blush creeping into his cheeks breaks my will. I crash my lips to his, pressing him against the wall with my body. His lips part for me in a delicious whimper, and I drink his kiss.

His arms wrap around my back as my hands cup his face, furiously kissing and nipping at his lips. Our tongues glide against one another. My cock was full and aching, and so is his. I don't know how, but I keep enough frame of mind not to grind into him. I want to so bad, my God I want to take it all.

He moans into my mouth, and it is like the fires of hell are already licking at my soul. I am burning, but it feels too fucking good to stop. I groan in response, and he pulls his head back. "C...Caleb, I omg," and he melts against me, moaning into my mouth. My cock twitches, and I cum in my pants from a fucking kiss. From his kiss. From hearing him. From feeling him.

I pant harshly, my forehead against his eyes closed as I come down from my orgasm high. As I settle, The reality of what I have just done rips through me, and I am mortified. I step back, running my fingers through my hair. He stands stock-still against the wall, staring at me. His expression is wide-eyed, shock. I walk into my office and slam and lock the door. Fuck what have I done!