A vow.

I had taken a vow before my God, my church, but my body kept forgetting that promise. And now here I was, on a soft carpet with the object of my passion and we weren't praying! Before we met here in the back parlor of the parish house I had prayed, on my knees, in great earnestness to have the overwhelming urge removed from me, but it was still in charge of my body and I was helpless to defeat it. My partner's mouth was tenderly sucking my hard shaft and I couldn't hold back my moans of pleasure. Soon my passion would be spent in that warm, loving mouth. I wanted to pleasure my partner in return, but I was beyond taking any action except to come, in several bursts, thrusting my hard length into that warm, sucking mouth again and again. As I came, I felt a finger press my warmth gently, and the intensity of my ejaculation was unbelievable. How could I ever resist this earthly pleasure, a pleasure that was freely given to me by my dear friend. It was my turn now to give this wonderful pleasure in return. We changed positions to accommodate our need to complete this exchange of ecstasy and I began to toy and suck and touch that pleasure spot and this pleasure spot, my mouth and my fingers the instruments making music for my friend. "Oh, man, you sure know how to please me, " my friend said, and moaned with pleasure over and over as my tongue and lips and fingers played out a symphony of ecstasy going faster and harder, increasing the intensity of my friend's passion. I found myself getting another erection and as always, it was time to fully join my friend as one body filled with passion. My penetration was very quick, my erection very hard, and my thrusts into my friend were met by returning thrusts as we became lost in ecstasy and it was not long before I could feel my seed on its way out and into my friend. Thrusting harder, and faster, we both came and came until we were completely spent and just layed next to each other, exhausted but happy. Silently, I asked God's forgiveness for the thousandth time. How could anything that felt this good, be bad? It was a painful puzzle that I could not figure out. It seemed to me that God would not have given me such a strong sex drive if he intended me to be celibate. My sexual urges were a creation of God's as well as the rest of me. It just didn't make sense to me at all. "Till we meet again, " my friend said, going out the door to the parking lot.

"Yes, " I said, smiling fondly. "Good night dear one."