Andrew Powers Has Plenty to Confess to Father Johnny B on Yes, Father

It’s Unusual to Exit the Confessional with More to Confess Than When You Went In.

There are apartments in New York City that aren’t as big as the confessionals at the Yes Father virtual church. They’re built to comfortably accommodate three. A penitent, a priest, and the holy spirit, presumably. Maybe it’s the luxurious space allotment that encourages so many young men to “Keep the Confessions Cumming,” or maybe it’s what happens during the confession. After all, the priests are awfully friendly.

Spunky young Andrew Powers apparently does not know how friendly the priest at his parish is, but that final vestige of innocence doesn’t last for long once he adds some saucy new sins to his weekly list of transgressions. This kid is hooked on making confessions if Father Johnny B’s word can be trusted. I mean, every damn week? Who is Andrew? A serial killer?

No, he’s a homosexual fornicator, based on his admission. Father Johnny appears to have no problem with the homosexual part, for evolvingly obvious reasons, but he’s not grooving on the one year of Andrew fucking his older male lover on a daily or nearly daily basis. This, according to Father Johnny, is a “very serious sin, my child.” That small detail aside, Andrew just can’t stop no matter how much he tries. After all, he doesn’t want to disappoint his stepfather. You know, the older man he’s having sex with. Sex with older men is comforting, Andrew explains. Plus, they’re just hot.

This vulnerable revelation made, Father Johnny feels he can also express himself honestly. This involves checking in with Andrew, vowing him to silence, and then shoving his sizable dick, balls, and pelvis through the confessional window. Instant glory, glory, hallelujah hole! “Do you like this,” the priest asks. “I do,” the congregant replies. “Do you want to touch it,” the priest continues. “Yes, I do,” the boy agrees, but with moral doubts. “Isn’t this a sin?”

With victory so close to the representative of Christ, he delivers his closing line. “I will forgive you.”

And thus, the cock sucking, ball nuzzling, and shaft licking began. As a far fallen Catholic, in addition to making my panties a touch damp, it warms the cockles of my heart to see the confessional turned into something pleasure-focused instead of just a dark place to feel guilty in. Andrew and Father Johnny make it a surprisingly well-lit place to commit sin in, instead. Much more fun and, in my opinion, a much better investment of time and energy.

Andrew’s got plenty of both and enjoys spending them with the his priest’s cock in his mouth. But the owner of the cock in question wants to go to “the next part,” assuming that his youthful charge is ready. “The next part,” the still naïve acolyte repeats in confusion.

Yes, Andrew! The next part! The part where the priest gets into the confessional with him, perhaps surprising any parishioners waiting for their turn in the box. Once inside, it’s just a matter of telling the boy to undress, while the clergyman does likewise. Then the young fellow, still naked only from the waist down, goes back to nursing on Father Johnny’s dick. For a man of the cloth, he’s got a wonderfully slender, muscular body and a long cock. He also has a giving tongue, as Andrew soon learns, being instructed to kneel on the bench with his butt facing the priest.

Once in position, it’s the priest’s turn worship at the altar of the boy’s ass. Initially inspecting it, the man eventually noshes there, tonguing the young congregant’s nether font. Having moisturized Andrew’s asshole sufficiently, Father Johnny takes up seated residence on the bench, returning the penitent young fellow to his knees. After kissing down the Father’s chest, he returns to nursing at his genitals. This appears to be something Andrew is good at, because Father Johnny’s face shows nothing but happy while the kid’s mouth is on his venerable junk.

This can only last so long after all that ass licking, so Andrew eventually faces the confessional door and rides his sky daddy’s representative on earth’s engorged cock. “Sanctify that hole, Father,” the boy cries out.

The camera, at this point, is all over the fuckin’ place, which is great because it gives you a bunch of angles to see the action from. It’s not a choppy jump jump jump of footage that will give you a seizure, but we do get to see Andrew fucked by his priest from a number of angles that would not be possible without the advent of pornography. Yay, pornography!

“Are you getting close, Father,” Andrew asks, his lovely cock bouncing up and down with Father Johnny’s thrusts. “Make me holy,” he begs. In Catholic speak, this means drop into doggy on the confessional bench. Make a note on that. There will be a test. While finishing in missionary (heh), Andrew’s self-administered strokes prove productive. As he approaches his ascension, the priest says something you’d never expect a priest to say. “Fuckin’ come for Father,” he urges, continuing to pump away at the lad’s ass. This is followed by another sentence I never thought I’d hear from a priest, but kinda wish I could. “I fuckin’ love that fuckin’ tight hole,” he exclaims.

You kiss the Mother of God with that mouth, Father Johnny?

And then our hero (that’s Andrew) makes glorious sounds and jerks himself successfully onto himself. “Oh, my God, yes! Make that hole holy! Father? I think I need to confess another sin.”

“Aren’t you glad you told me about your sins,” asks the exhausted priest.

“Yes, Father.”

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