You must understand that I am turned on most of the time, and still regularly masturbate. Since a very young age, I enjoyed cum, cumming, eating it, the hardness of my cock, how quickly i got turned on, watching my cum ooze out and slide down my shaft, over my balls, and towards my ass when I spread my legs for it...then how it would feel to use my fingers with my cum and enter myself rubbing and enjoying my anus - started this a long time ago. I enjoy doing this in public (more so when younger) and unzipping my dates pants (male or female), and either stroking a cock or a fat clit. Talking about sex turns me on.
Growing up I had many interactions with different religions and priests while enjoying services especially in my twenties when I lived in NYC. I would always try different churches and get to know people and clergy. Priests that were celibate always fascinated me because I just didn't really understand how they could be. I always wondered if they wore anything under their robes and fantasized what it would be like under those robes, even while they were preaching or just in general talking with others. I figured they had to be great cummers due to their vow of celibacy, and I wanted some of that. I was a single guy at the time. Mind you I had never acted out anything with another man, even though I desired it from a young age. I grew up dating women, and then met a girl in NYC when working there who admitted that she had a sexual relationship with another woman. Got me to thinking. She was friends with a close couple, and I asked her if we could double with them in the hope of getting in bed with them. I wanted the guy which I didn't reveal. But that is another story...So anyways my first experience with a guy was through her, which led me to my returning thoughts of the priests.
Mind you that I grew up Catholic raised and had discussions with my priest about my sexual urges. He always saw how hard I was when talking about it with him and noticed that I sometimes masturbated while taking confession. Yeah, I know, I was one horny guy. So one time he must have gotten a little fed up with it and told me to meet him in his office in two days. He already had a time set up for me, so he was in his regular clothes (no robes) when he met me in his office. He discussed with me about not masturbating in the confessional because it made a mess (I cum a good load). I told him about my horniness and the fantasies about being under his robe, and my desire to serve him, in a loving way. I think I came across as somewhat crazed, as he got up and came over to me, and put his arm around me. I was so erect that when he put his arm around me I moaned. He asked me if I would like to unzip my pants because it looked to him I was in some discomfort. I replied yes, and he told me to go ahead, as he sat down on a couch in his office. I told him I was afraid I would cum right away if he saw me naked. Take one step at a time, he suggested, and just remove your pants, socks, and shirt and leave your underwear on. He said he wouldn't touch me but was offering to talk it through if that would help. I told him I wanted his cum, almost whimpering, and he said that wouldn't happen today. So, I did as I was asked and then sat next to him in my underwear, so hard, leaking and making my underwear noticeably wet. He would not let me touch him or even put my hand on his leg. He asked how I was feeling, and I expressed every pent-up desire that I wanted him to know about, including how much I wanted him right then, and he put his arm around my naked shoulder, and let his hand drape over my left breast...and then he gently put a finger on my nipple, and just rubbed my nipple lightly back and forth. I was immediately moaning, leaking much more then. He asked me if this was better than the confessional, I said yes of course. He mentioned he was tired of cleaning up after me (lol). He then moved his right hand and placed it covering my right breast. I honestly thought I was going to pass out, and he just kept quietly talking with me about relaxing, etc. He said I mustn't release too soon. My cum was dripping through my wet underwear. Then he did the kindest thing, He took his right hand, told me all would be okay, and pulled my underwear up and over my hard cock, and held my underwear back. My cock expanded fully. He asked me if I would touch myself slowly like i was discovering this Manhood for the first time. I'm breathing heavily by this time, moaning so quietly as he requested (not too loud please), His face was flushed...I knew he wanted it, but didn't press the point. After rubbing the head of my engorged cock up and down the shaft with only one finger (exploring), down my balls, to my anus which made him smile, he told me it was okay if I wanted to fully stroke and release (his words). I was still kind of laying back on the couch, and he got up and put his hands around the waistband and pulled my underwear off. He told me to masturbate just for him, as much as I wanted. I was moaning so turned on, and I started stroking furiously, and came a big load quickly. My thought was to show him how much I could cum and wondering if he would be proud of me. (I could see the tent in his pants) He asked me if I could cum again, which I did having an even louder orgasm. More cum showed up. He told me to cum again, because my erection wasn't going away. I did again. I had so much cum on me, fizzed up on my cock, he walked over with my underwear and wiped me up completely, including my ass crack (mmmmm). I was almost like his little baby when he wiped me. I was still hard after that, especially after that...he reached over and held my face in his hands and asked if I felt better and was I okay. Aww. That kept me hard, and he asked if I had to orgasm again, and he would like it especially if I would for him one more time. I did and just remember like I had the most intense orgasm (it took me a bit to get it again), almost yelling when I came, but only a couple of streams of cum at that point. He told me to open my mouth, and he put the wettest part of my underwear in my mouth which made me moan, and my cock awaken again. He said, aren't they wonderful? Please suck for a moment. I enjoyed them for a moment too, he said. He must have done that while I was working on the last orgasm I thought, but it made me feel close to him. I went to put my underwear back on but he said no, those were for him. He said he would be enjoying them later. Wow I was stunned. But he had to stop then, for another engagement. He told me that if I was ever in church and had those same "urges" again to come find him and he would help me. We had many similar encounters until I moved away, but as promised he never touched me or felt he was inappropriate on his part. In his mind, he was providing a safe place to express my urges. He was always hard though when we were in his sanctuary and I was masturbating for him. I'm pretty sure he came on the times I would bring a dildo with me to use while masturbating for him.