Mars Meets Priestly And He Gets A Boner

Mars slicked his hair back, leaning his head back in embarrassment. He frowned, but conceded and pushed Priestly aside, grabbing a book next to his bed which had been hollowed out to hold his lube.

Awkwardly, he handed it over. He suddenly felt a surge of shame. He was letting this happen. He was actually going to let this happen. In a church, no less. He bit his lip, until he felt a prick of blood. He moved his hand to his lip, trying to wipe away the blood.

Priestly dropped the book on the bed, smiling.

"No need to worry, I brought my own--do you like strawberries and cream?" He retrieved his travel bag, producing a travel-size tube of lubricant.

"I swear it tastes like the real thing."

He stared at him incredulously. Priestly made him reveal his own, shameful collection, only to reveal he had his own. He was angry, but more, he was tired of all the meaningless talking. If he was going to do it, he was tired of all the stalling.

He grabbed Priestly by the collar, forcing him into a kiss. He had no idea what he was doing, and he was clumsy and inexperienced.

Priestly kissed back, calmly wrapping his arms around Mars and rubbing his back. He had no intention of being rough; this boy was obviously thirsting for affection. He pulled away to kiss first Mars's cheeks, then his neck. He ran a hand over Mars's backside, enjoying the shiver it sent through the boy's body.

"Steady now," he whispered, reaching a hand inside of Mars's shirt. "Relax, forget everything."

Suddenly, he shoved Priestly away.

"S...stop!" he snapped, turning away. He felt his face burn with embarassment. He had let things get this far, and now it was too late to turn back. He felt shame like never before.

"I don't think you want me to," he purred, waggling his brows. "I'll go slower, if you want..."

He massaged Mars's nipples with his fingers.

"Have you never been touched like this before?" he asked.

"I do!" he insisted, panting. He squirmed, biting his lip. "I...of course, I-I'm not a virgin!"

He shuddered, trying to stop himself from enjoying it. Unfortunately, it was far too late now. He moved his hands to cover his crotch, feeling his face turn even redder. He was already hard.

He moved Mars's hand aside and fondled him there, chuckling.

"It's okay, you know. Everyone gets like this. It's only healthy." His fingers pranced over Mars's zipper and the button of his pants.

"You want it, don't you?" he asked. "Go on, say it. It won't hurt you." He enjoyed the feeling of Mars's warm flesh beneath his hand--it had been quite a while since he had had someone so young, so inexperienced. Mars wasn't his favorite type of partner, but helping people was his passion.

Now, he placed his hands over his mouth, feeling tears begin to form in his eyes. This was certainly not how he had expected his first time to go. He hadn't expected so much shame, and certainly he hadn't thought about the embarrassment. No matter what Priestly said, it wasn't okay. It would never be okay for him to enjoy this, ever.

He leaned his head back, sniffling back his tears. Crying now would only make things even more unbearable. He refused, however, to make any noise. He wouldn't let Priestly know he was enjoying himself, that was completely out of the question. The mere fact that he was this turned on was a bad enough indicator.

He slipped his fingers into Mars's pants, gently teased him through his underwear.

"Come now, Marsy--just tell me you want it, and I'll help you. It'll be lovely, I swear...you like being touched by other people, don't you? I can see it right now, you're shivering." He laughed, and kissed Mars on the cheek.

"I'm sorry, perhaps I shouldn't go to far--you're quite handsome, you know. I'd hate to do something I'll regret." He licked his lips. "Still, so handsome. So receptive too--you look like you could use some loving, too, if you don't mind me saying so. I've been lonely before too, I know the look."

Mars stared at his bed, a deep frown on his face. Not that it was visible, what with him hiding it behind his hand. He hated to admit that anything Priestly said was true, but he knew that most of it was. He was so unbearably lonely. His family had been the only ones who didn't think he was a bible thumping freak. He'd been nothing but lonely his entire life.

The prospect of this man actually being attracted to him, or liking him at all, made his chest ache. The very thought made him so incredibly happy, but also filled with shame. His brother had always told him that he would go to hell if he was gay, and there had never been anyone to tell him otherwise.

"...Mr. Priestly," he said, and it was then he realized he was panting. "I...please, I just..."

He swallowed back his words. He couldn't say it.

He pulled down Mars's pants, then his underwear.

"Mars," he whispered, "Did you know that God loves you? He loves all of us, you see--the lonely, those who enjoy physical company, those who beg strangers for salvation. He doesn't think you're dirty."

He kissed his neck, sucking gently as his fingers stroked Mars's warm skin.

"So I just wanted you to know--even after this is over, you're still a child of God. You're just one who's been loved a little and cared for and felt all the better for it. Does that make sense?"

He gently tugged on Mars's hair, pulling him close.

Mars shook his head anyway, biting his lip. He was so desperate to believe something besides what his brother had taught him, but he just couldn't. He saw the way faggots were treated. He didn't want to be treated like that. It was bad enough people alienated him for being openly religious. Adding to that would make things entirely all too awful.

Mars shivered at every small touch, desperately grabbing at something to hold onto. He clenched Priestly's clothes in his hands, digging his fingernails in.

He wanted to say something, but he knew nothing intelligible would come from it. What did he say? There was no way to accurately convey his feelings of shame, embarrassment, confusion and lust.

"Are you relaxing?" he asked, pushing Mars toward the wall so he'd have something to lean on. He licked his ear and then kissed him on the neck before grabbing the lubricant off of the bed and squirting some of the cool liquid onto his hands. He rubbed his fingers together and it quickly became warm.

Grabbing Mars again, he very skillfully pumped his hand over the length of him repeatedly.

"How is it?" he asked calmly, kissing his cheek. "Too fast? Too slow? Enough lubricant?"

Much to his dismay, Mars found himself wholly unable to stay quiet. He was practically trembling, and he had to dig his nails into Priestly's shirt to keep himself up straight. This was nothing more than a handjob, and he was almost unable to handle it. He really was a pathetic sinner.

He leaned his head back against the wall, unable to stop himself from loudly moaning.

"That's it," he said, gently stroking his cheek with his free hand. "Be as loud as you want now, it's just the two of us..."

He kissed Mars on the lips, gently licking and pressing and begging Mars to open his mouth in return.

Mars was reluctant, but his curiosity got the better of him, and he ended up gripping Priestly even tighter as he opened his mouth.

At least, he tried to tell himself, it meant he had to be quieter, now.

He pulled Mars close, pressing their bodies together. He didn't seem to mind the lube staining his shirt.

And then, just like that, he ended the kiss.

"Would you like to help me out too?" he asked, grinning.

Mars just stared at him incredulously.

"...h-how?" he mumbled, though he was positive he didn't want to. At least, he convinced himself he was positive he didn't want to.

"It's very simple. You can just do what I'm doing to you--touch me a little. You might like it." He undid his belt and unzipped his pants, humming softly.

"Go on, try it."

"I...I won't like it," he insisted, frowning deeply. "...just so you know."

Tentatively, he reached out to touch Priestly, brushing his fingers against his crotch. He shuddered himself, pulling away.

He smiled and slipped Mars's hand inside his underwear. What a cute, shy boy--he needed a push.

"Go on, don't be shy--how can you know if you don't try?" He playfully kissed his neck, pulling him close and groping his butt. Mars had a delightful butt; soft and fun to play with. Priestly had always been an ass man, anyway.

Mars pulled his hand away, shoved Priestly away shortly afterwards.

"I..." he replied, biting his lip. "...never mind. I just...I..."

"What's wrong?" he asked, running his hands over Mars's penis again. "What do you want? Is it my mouth, would you like to try that?" He nuzzled him, as though they were merely cuddling. Though he had scarcely started to touch him again, Mars was already hard beneath his fingers.

"No!" he said, in a high pitched 'lying' voice. In fact, he was trying to allude to the fact that he really didn't think this was a good idea, and that it was probably better if they stopped, but all he ended up doing was looking stupid and embarrassed.