My Right Of Passage Was In Church

Please forgive me Lord for I have sinned. I remember the first time in confession I was confessing to something I had done. The Priest listened but he was obviously very upset about what I was telling him. I got a lot penances and told that what I was doing was really wrong, in the eyes of God and the eyes of Man. I had confessed to sucking my little brother's dick.

The Priest asked me to help him with some of his work at church. He put me to doing things like washing the floors on my hands and knees. To think hard about what I had done. I was put to straightening out all the books in the library, and think hard about what I had done. I was sent out with pair of sheers to cut the grass on my hands and knees, and think hard about what I had done.

And one day I was cleaning in his office and he kissed me hard on the lips. He fell to the floor kneeling begging God for forgiveness. See what you've done, he yelled at me. He kissed me, and his hand went to my crotch and he held me real tight. And he put my hand on his crotch and I kissed him back. We got real close, in the intimate way you get close, and he quit the order and went away and I never saw him again. But the memories stayed with me and here they are.

I grew up and found that my desires for being intimately close with a man didn't go away. I loved being held and kissed and I loved holding a hard cock. I left for school after graduation and went far, far away, where I could be with other men who liked being intimate in that way.

I have processed my 'experiences' of my youth and don't have any negative feelings about them. I always was a little queer boy, and a queer young man, and queer in college, and am queer today. As to my Priest experience, it was what it was. I think of it this way, his mind was blown and not mine.