Forgiven: Can a priest even be forgiven?

Can he be forgiven for what he’s about to do?

It was late but I was in the mood for company. I opened the Grindr app on my phone and perused through my options. Most of the guys I sent messages to didn't answer, likely already engaged for the evening. It was Friday night, after all. I should have planned ahead.

The ones that did answer, after seeing further pictures of them, I decided I wasn't interested in. I was horny as hell, but I wanted someone that would live up to tonight's fantasy.

Then I saw him. Wayne. Lean, clean-cut, with a hint of mischief in his eyes. Black hair, some sexy stubble, and a smirk that told me this guy might be a load of fun.

I sent him a message, getting straight to the point. I was looking for sex. Carnal, animalistic fucking. Two guys looking to cum, then get out of each other's hair.

Wayne responded, asking for my address; told me it would take him twenty minutes to get to my place. That left me enough time to hop into the shower.

Might as well get clean before I got dirty.

After my shower, I dried off and wrapped a towel around my waist. No sense in wasting time with clothes. They would be off as soon as the guy arrived anyway.

The knock at the door had my cock twitching. It was already semi-hard just thinking about the direction my night was taking me.

I was pleasantly surprised when I opened the door. Wayne was hotter in person than he was in his pictures. Dark and sultry, and there was almost a boyish innocence to him as he stood there waiting for me to speak. I stepped back from the doorway. "Come in."

"Thank you." Wayne walked into my front entry, slipped off his black, lace-up shoes, and deposited them to one side. He was wearing black pants, ironed by the looks of them, and a black turtle-neck sweater. He handed me his black leather coat. The guy really liked black.

I hung his coat in the closet and indicated he should follow me as I headed to the bedroom. I had no interest in wasting time chatting first. My cock was hard and ready.

"You can take your clothes off." I pointed to the chair in the corner of the room. "Leave everything over there … off the floor." He seemed like the type that would want to keep his clothes tidy. I watched him as he undressed. Aside from the "Thank you," he hadn't spoken a word.

All right by me. Talking was overrated when it came to hookups. I wasn't looking for a boyfriend. Just someone I could fuck and get off, but Wayne seemed almost shy.

I walked over to where he was standing facing away from me. He had just removed the last article of his clothing, his socks. I'd had a good look at his ass as he bent over. I needed to touch him. Wayne shivered as I stepped in close behind him, my cock against his ass, my lips at the base of his neck. I nibbled and licked the side of his neck down to his shoulder.

Wayne sighed and tipped his head to one side. He reached for me, his hand gripping the back of my neck to keep me in place. I ravaged his skin some more until my cock was throbbing.

I whipped my towel off and threw it on the bed.

"Bend forward." I was going to dispense with the bed. Fucking Wayne as he supported himself with the arms of the chair was more to my liking. I needed him—right now.