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Brother Brad: Chapter 2
A week had passed and Brad was starting to feel more at home. He was learning his way around the buildings, but still seemed to stumble upon a new area or room each day. The place certainly was much larger than it appeared from front.
With his cock ring on and the rubbing of the rough robe, Brad seemed to be in constantly horny. At night he would hump his bed until he climaxed. He justified this activity by saying he was having a wet dream, after all, he wasn't touching himself. But it didn't always relieve the ache deep in his balls. In the shower the soap was rich and creamy. On those days that the mattress humping didn't satisfy him, Brad would use the soap as lube and would jack off. But this always left him feeling guilty. He jacked off more this past week than he had the previous year! Finally, he couldn't stand the pangs of guilt any longer and he headed for confession.
This confessional booth was a bit different from the ones he was used to. For one thing, there was a coat hook on the wall. Brad found this strange. Also, there were two grates between the chambers. A small one at head level and a larger one at waist level. Again, Brad thought this was odd, but since it was his first time here he accepted it.
Soon the other Brother who would hear his confession entered. Brad began his confession but before he could finish the first sentence he was interrupted.
"My son, I see through the screen that you are still wearing your robe. Why is that?"
"I...I don't understand," replied Brad.
"Did you not see the hook on the wall as you entered?"
"Yes, sir, I did. But I didn't know what it was for."
"It is for your robe. You see, confession is a chance for us to bare our souls and how can we fully do this if we are hiding behind our clothing. Please hang your robe up on the hook before we proceed any further."
Brad was shocked, but also surprisingly aroused. As he slid his robe up his body, the rough material scratched the head of his cock, making it swell a bit. Brad hung up his robe and returned to his seat.
"That is better, my son. Now tell me what is bothering you."
The voice was familiar. Brad searched his memory until he placed the voice with the face of a Brother he had met earlier in the week. This was Brother Geoff! Brad's cock instantly got hard thinking about the good looking man on the other side of the partition.
"I am wracked with guilt. I can't handle it anymore," wailed Brad. "I seem to be in a constant state of sexual arousal with no acceptable means for release."
"What do you mean by `acceptable'? Release is release."
"Not in the home I was raised in. Growing up I heard non-stop about the evils of `self-gratification'. How a man who spilled his seed would be struck down, just as Onan in the Old Testament."
"And have you been spilling your seed on the ground," asked Brother Geoff?
"Not literally on the ground, but by humping my mattress at night. And some mornings in the shower!"
"Yes, the shower gel is an exceptional lubricant for that, isn't it?"
"What!? You have used it for that too?"
"Brad, every man here has used the gel for that! Why do you think we order that particular brand?"
This revelation made Brad's cock get even harder, if that was possible. He just learned that all the men around him jacked off! And none of them had died from it.
"My son, we are sexual beings. Semen builds up in our system and must be released. How it is released is up to the individual. Some men have one orgasm in the morning and are good for the day. Others required multiple daily orgasms. A young man like you, I would think would require two or three a day, at least!"
Brad blushed. How did Brother Geoff know? He suddenly realized that he had been slowly rubbing himself and was starting to leak pre-cum. Absentmindedly, he brought the sweet liquid to his lips. This did not go unnoticed by Brother Geoff.
"I want you to get it out of your head that having an orgasm is wrong. It is a wonderful thing. It is what creates life! How can that be evil or wrong or an abomination? Stand up and move closer to the partition, as close as you can."
Brad did so, not understanding why, but trusting this man.
There was a soft scraping sound and suddenly Brad found a large, warm hand was gripping his painfully hard erection. He couldn't help himself, he let out a soft moan. The hand moved slowly and almost lovingly up and down his long shaft. Geoff's hand started to pick up speed, causing Brad to moan even louder.
"What are you doing?" gasped Brad. "Why are you doing this?"
A very horse sounding Geoff replied, "You need a release and feel guilty doing this by yourself. I am giving you the gift of release without the guilt. You will not be spilling your seed on the ground, but instead giving it to another."
Brad was dripping pre-cum like a leaky faucet and Geoff was using it as lube. Being young, Brad had never used any artificial lube, he leaked enough pre-cum to keep him from chaffing. Suddenly, Brad gasped and let out a strangled cry as his cock was enveloped by a very slippery hand. This was beyond anything he had ever felt in his life. Instinctively he pushed his cock forward trying to fuck Brother Geoff's hand as deep as he could. Brother Geoff, caught off guard by the sudden lunging and fucking motion, quickly adjusted. Soon they had a synchronized rhythm going. Brad would lunge and Geoff would twist his hand. As Brad pulled back, Geoff would reverse the twist to elicit another new sensation. It didn't take long until Brad reached the point of no return.
"I...I...I'm going to cum! Ah...ah..O MY GAWD," bellowed Brad as he pumped his seed all over Brother Geoff's face. Brother Geoff counted 5,6,7 blasts of creamy goodness that gave him one of the largest facials he had ever experienced. As it slid down his face and into his mouth Geoff thought it was sweet, as only the cum of a young man could produce. Geoff had been beating his cock this whole time and he came just seconds after Brad.
Geoff held the youthful cock in his hand, nursing every last drop out of it until is finally went soft. Brad could only stand there while he caught his breath. Finally, he sat back down, not sure if he should say "thank you" or say anything at all.
Brother Geoff broke the silence. "Brad, you have given a gift of yourself to another. And the gift was gratefully accepted. There is no shame or evil in doing so. And when there is not another around and you need release, think of it as giving this same gift to yourself. Then give thanks for the gift. That should take care of your guilt. Now go my son and feel guilty no more."
Brad quietly put his robe back on and left the confessional. When he entered, he was filled with grief and doubt and self-loathing. But he left with a new attitude and perspective on life. And a big grin!