The Confessional – Gloryhole with the Young Monk
- Mar 16
- 3 min read
Imagine stepping through the heavy, creaking oak door of an abandoned monastery. The scent of old incense and damp stone fills the air. Your footsteps echo down the dim corridor until you reach it — the confessional. Not an ordinary one. This massive, intricately carved piece of dark oak hides an ancient secret that generations of sinners have known but never spoken aloud.
There’s no wooden lattice separating priest and penitent. Instead, a carefully cut, cushioned hole at seat height — a sitting gloryhole — invites you to take your place. You sit down, spread your legs slightly, unzip… and your rock-hard cock slides through the opening into the other side.
He’s already waiting there on his knees. The young monk. Barely in his early twenties, slender, pale skin glowing faintly under the black robe. His hood is pushed back, long dark hair falling across his face. His lips — full, wet, sinful — are the first thing that touches your shaft.
No words of greeting. No “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned…” Just a soft, throaty sigh as his warm tongue slowly circles your sensitive head, collecting the first beads of pre-cum, tasting you. Then his soft lips close around the tip — a gentle suction that immediately drags you deeper into ecstasy.
You hear the wet sounds as he takes you further. No teeth, only velvety lips and a skillful tongue gliding along your length, massaging every vein, teasing the underside. He isn’t just sucking you off — he’s worshipping your cock. As if your throbbing dick is the holiest thing he’s ever taken into his mouth.
The man before you came way too fast. Barely three minutes after sitting down, a muffled groan came through the wood, followed by the unmistakable pulsing — thick, hot ropes shooting straight into the monk’s mouth. But the young brother didn’t stop. He kept sucking, milking the twitching cock relentlessly until the second orgasm hit. Even harder. Even louder. Cum poured in streams, and the monk swallowed every drop without wasting a single one.
Now it’s your turn. Your cock is already throbbing with need. The monk senses it. He takes you deeper until his nose almost brushes your pubes. His tongue swirls wildly, his lips form a perfect seal. You instinctively reach out to grab his head — but there’s only wood. Only the hole. Only his hungry mouth.
Your climax builds like a storm. Your balls tighten, your breathing turns ragged. And then you explode. Wave after wave pumps thick, creamy loads down his throat. He moans softly in pleasure, swallowing greedily, sucking until the very last drop is milked out of you.
But the line outside keeps growing. One after another takes a seat. Some cum fast and loud, others fight it longer, groaning deep and animalistic. Not every orgasm is visible — but every single one is audible. The wet slurping, the gasping, the rhythmic pulsing through the wood… and always the quiet, satisfied gulps of the monk.
And then comes him. The last one. The biggest. A true monster pushes through the hole — thick, veiny, steel-hard. The monk doesn’t hesitate for a second. He takes that giant deep into his throat, gagging slightly but refusing to give up. His tongue works frantically, his lips stretch to the limit. The man on the other side almost roars when the peak hits. A massive, throbbing load — so much cum that even the monk struggles to keep up. But he does. Every thick spurt disappears down his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows it all.
In the end he kneels there, panting, lips glistening, a blissful expression on his face. The sins are “forgiven.” The lust is satisfied. At least… until the next visitor arrives.
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