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Subject: {ASSM} Confession, by Jari (M/m, mast, nc, hum, rape etc.)
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Sorry, I forgot to check the earlier version. This one is better.
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WARNING: Standard Disclaimer. The following story is purely a work of
fiction. It contains scenes of adult nature, so if you are under 18,
stop reading now. This story contains sexual behavior between males.
If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This
is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is
purely coincidental. The author is not responsible for any damage
resulting from reading this work. Copyright 2003, the author. All
rights reserved. Any reproduction of this work outside the confines of
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I was inspired to write this story after reading 'Eddie's missing
transcript' by trader_32. Although my story is not in his league I
still hope he might see it as a tribute to his talent.


CONFESSION  (M/m, hum, nc, mast)
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The year: 1959
The place: a Catholic Church in a small town, somewhere in the United
States.
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The priest heard some stumbling in the compartment at his right. He
sighed. He had hoped to be finished by now. He felt tired and wanted
to retreat to his private room in the rectory to do some praying. But
it seemed he had one last visitor who wanted to make his confession
today. Was it really the last one? He peeped thru the curtains that
separated his compartment of the confession box from the church. The
pews were empty. 'Ok,' he thought, 'let's get it over quickly then.'

He pushed the wooden panel open at his side of the box which revealed
a plate from about 30 by 30 centimeters, pinched with a lot of small
holes. This enabled the priest to speak with the visitor in the
adjoining compartment. It was pretty dark in the confession box, so
the idea was that the visitor would think that he could confess his
sins in certain anonymity, which was far from the truth of course. The
eyes of the priest were used to the darkness and he was very much
aware of the trembling fourteen-year-old boy that was kneeling at the
other side of the wooden panel. He knew that boy too. 'Little Jimmy
Backford', he thought to himself. Well, it was about time that little
rascal turned up again. He hadn't seen him for quite some time now for
confession.

The priest began to go thru the ritual formula's, to which the boy
duly responded in a soft, quivering voice. The priest wondered why the
boy seemed so nervous. Should he be able to find out what bothered the
little teenager at the end of confession? He wasn't quite sure that he
wanted to know it at all. He made a cross with his right hand in the
direction of the boy, and asked:

"When was your last confession?" He couldn't hear the answer. "Speak
up, boy, I can't hear you," he added somewhat annoyed.

"Four months ago." 

"That is a long time, son. Ok, let me hear your confession." 

"I've ... fought with my friend, Harry. But he started it. I've stolen
a book from the bookshop in High street. But it had already fallen to
the ground and looked really dirty when I picked it up so I don't
think they could have sold it anyway. I've ..."

The priest listened to the monotonous voice of Jimmy. These were all
very minor sins of course. Maybe the boy even made some up, in order
to avoid looking too well behaved. But somehow the priest became more
and more convinced that the boy was holding something back. He decided
to make an attempt to get it out of Jimmy.

"Is that all?" he asked when the boy at the other side of the box had
fallen silent.

"Yes, father." 

"About that fight with your friend... what's his name?"

"Harry, father."

"What was that about?" 

"Nothing, father. It was just a fight."

"Fights don't 'just' start. Common, you can only get forgiveness when
you tell God everything."

"Well... it was... because of what he did to me when we were playing
at his house."

"What did he do to you then? Just tell me. Don't let me have to drag
it out of you, son."

Jimmy really loathed having to go to confession. He hated the dark,
strange smelling compartment that always made him feel sick after a
while and he was afraid that one day he would have to puke right there
in the box. Now that would be a major sin! Puking in front of God! And
you had to kneel down and wait until the priest at the other side
opened the wooden panel. Sometimes, when you were waiting, you could
hear the vague mumbling of someone doing confession at the other side
of the priest, but how hard you tried, you could never make real words
out of it. And then, when you weren't expecting it any longer,
suddenly the panel would open at your side and thru the holes in the
panel you could vaguely make out the dim figure of the priest leaning
backwards against the wall of the box. For the boy it was as if the
large, black figure knew all his thoughts already and was just teasing
him, pretending not to know what Jimmy had done or had been thinking
about.

"Well, we were just playing in his room. With our tin soldiers I
mean."

"Yes?" 

"We began to quarrel." 

"Why?" 

"I had won all his soldiers in the game and he said I'd cheated. But I
really hadn't you know. He just couldn't stand it." The voice of Jimmy
trailed off as if he was caught in some unpleasant memory.

"And then, what happened? Again, boy, don't let me have to drag it all
out of you. You know that God knows everything already, He just wants
to hear you saying it out loud." The priest liked this particular
phrase very much, because it almost always did the trick.

"Well, we wrestled a bit and he got me pinned and then his little
sister came into the room."

"How old is his sister?" 

"She is twelve." 

"Go on. You were laying... where? On the ground or on the bed?"

"On bed. Harry was pinning me down and I couldn't get him off me and
then his sister came in and she started to encourage her brother."

"Encourage to do what?" 

"To spit me in the mouth. He did and I almost had to puke, ehh vomit,
father."

"How did you feel being spit in the mouth by another boy in front of
his little sister?" The priest shivered lightly without the boy
noticing it.

"I hated him for it. I felt very... humiliated, but I couldn't throw
him off me, so I just called them both names. Which seemed to make
them really angry..." The voice of Jimmy trailed of once again, as if
he again got lost in memories he didn't want to recall.

"What do you mean by 'making them angry'? What did they do?" 

"Harry told his sister, Mary, to get some rope. Then.... they tied me
up on the bed."

"They tied you up? How?" 

"They fastened the rope around my wrists and then around the bedpoles.
They did the same with my ankles, so I was stretched out on the bed."

"Like an Andreas cross," the priest mumbled.

"What did you say, father, I couldn't hear you." 

"Never mind. Were you dressed when they tied you to the bed?" 

"They had only removed my shoes, father, at the time..." 

"What do you mean 'at the time'. Did they undress you afterwards?"

"Mary seemed rather keen on seeing me without clothes on. She kept
begging Harry to undress me. At first he didn't gave in."

"But later?" 

"Well, Mary tricked him sort of into it, I think. She said he looked
stronger than me and she wanted to compare our chests and biceps.
Harry seemed to like that idea too at the end. He always wants to show
off, you know. So he let her unbutton my shirt. Harry removed his own
shirt too and then they started to compare our chests and arms."

"What did they say?" 

"Harry said he looked definitely stronger and that he had bigger
biceps, which ain't so. Mary said she couldn't quite decide, and she
would like to see my legs too. So they started to pull my trousers
down."

"Couldn't you stop them in some way, son? You know God doesn't want us
to let others see our naked bodies." Again the priest shivered.

"I was helpless. I couldn't stop them if I had wanted to. Which I did
very much. I felt... very embarrassed to lay there just in my
underwear."

"Did your friend ehh.. Harry ever see you before in your underwear? By
the way, this Harry: is that Harry Draper, that good-looking dark
haired boy, the son of the baker in Bakerstreet?"

"Yeah that's him. We're friends for many years now and... what was
your other question again, father?"

"Did you and Harry ever see each other in your underwear before?" 

"No, only in our swimming trunks, but that is different I think." 

"And Mary?"

"No, never. She is a girl." 

"Ok. So let's see what we have so far: you are laying on the bed, all
tied up, your arms and legs stretched out, so Harry and Mary had a
really good view on your body. Your blouse was unbuttoned and your
trousers were down at your ankles. What kind of underwear did you
wear?"

"I didn't wore an undershirt, it was so hot that day, just a pair of
briefs."

"Did you feel very uncomfortable, showing your briefs to this little
girl? I presume she could see the outlines of your penis thru the
material. Girls like to see that you know. Did she stare at it?"

"At what?" Jimmy wasn't sure he understood everything the priest said.

"Your penis. Was she staring at it?"

"At my.... no, she was more making fun of my briefs. She said they
weren't clean."

"Weren't they? You mean there were yellow spots on them, stains from
peeing I mean?"

"Yes, I suppose so. I had them on for a few days, you know. Well, she
had no right looking at me in the first place."

"No, no, of course not. No... brown stripes to be spotted?"

"No, certainly not!"

"Ok. Then what happened?" 

The boy kept quiet for a while, so the priest felt obliged to repeat
his threat: "Tell God all about it, son. He already knows everything
as I told you before."

"Well, Harry and Mary seemed kind of satisfied then and began to talk
of untying me, but then..." Jimmy's voice started to tremble and he
stopped.

"Then what?" the priest urged him.

"Then there was a knock on the door and this other girl came in, a
friend of Mary's, about the same age. She was called Betsy and she
immediately wanted to know what we were playing. I was very much
ashamed being exposed to this little girl too. So I pulled at the
ropes and begged Harry to untie me. But the new girl told him not to.
She said she wanted to see what a boy really looked like. She soon had
talked Mary into wanting to know too what a boy really looked like. I
didn't quite understand then, what she meant by 'really looked like'."
The boy's voice wavered again.

The priest was leaning back at the wall and had his eyes closed. The
boy at the other side of the box didn't seem to need encouragement any
longer. He kept on talking. The priest could see the scene evolve in
his fantasy. Without opening his eyes he said: "What did she mean by
it then?"

"She wanted to see... my thing and everything." Jimmy, being a rather
shy boy, shamed himself to describe his penis, which he preferred to
call 'the p-word' or his 'thing'. He added: "All in the open, you
know."

"I see. Surely you didn't like that, did you?" 

"The hell no. Oh, sorry, father. No, I didn't like it at all. I want
no one to see my thing, you know. Not even my mother. It's ... very
private, I think."

"But there was nothing much you could do about it, could you?" 
If Jimmy had been able to penetrate the darkness of the confession box
he might have seen a little smile wavering around the edges of the
priest's mouth. He might have wondered why that was. He himself didn't
feel at all amused about what took place in Harry's room.

"No. I tried to, honest to God, but the ropes were too tight, and I
couldn't.... and then Betsy pulled my briefs down." He stopped.

"How did you feel about that? Have you ever been naked in front of a
girl before?"

"No, I told you before: I think that's all very private. Mom always
says I'm a bit too prudish."
He felt tears coming up in his eyes, just like when he had been laying
helplessly tied up on Harry's bed and he had felt the little, sweaty
hands of Betsy fumbling with his briefs.

"Did Betsy pull your briefs down in one stroke or did she do it very
slowly, so that you could get accustomed to the feeling?" the priest
wanted to know.

"First she too mocked the yellow pee-spots, and then she just yanked
my briefs down. It hurt a little."

"Hurt? How come?" 

"Well, you see, her fingers were very warm and moist and when I felt
them fumbling around my waistband I began to feel a bit weird, and
then... when her fingers touched between my belly and my briefs my...
thing started to swell a bit." Jimmy felt his head turn red when he
made this confession. "And then when she yanked my briefs down real
hard, it kind of got stuck behind it and, well, it hurt, you know."

"That's ok, son. You don't have to be ashamed about that. Yanked it
down, you say? She seemed really keen on seeing you naked then?"

"Oh yes. She started to jump up and down and clapped her hands when I
was lying before her with... everything visible and so. She went
really banana's."

"And Harry and Mary? What did they do?" 

"Mary also seemed very curious. But she stared at my thing only in
silence. Harry pretended not to be interested but I saw him throwing
glances at me from time to time. I got really mad and wanted to kick
his ass."

"Why that?" 

"Because a girl... well, I can understand they want to know what a boy
looks like, you know, they don't have these things themselves, you
know. But a boy should not want to look at another boy's penis and all
that, you know. I wouldn't, that's for sure!"
There, it had happened: he had said the 'p-word' aloud in front of a
priest.

"Maybe Harry fancies you a bit then?" Again a shiver went thru the
priest.

"Fancies me? Harry? A boy? Are you joking?" Jimmy seemed really
confused about what the priest suggested.

"Ok, let's not go into that at the moment. Tell me something else: you
said your penis had started to swell a bit in the beginning. And now,
were you fully aroused?"

'Fully aroused?' Jimmy thought. 'What does he mean by that? Does he
mean to ask whether my penis was all big and pointing upwards? That
must be it.'

"No, not at that point. I think I felt too ashamed. And the fact that
Harry was looking too."

"What do you mean by 'at that point?'"

"Well," the boy went on reluctantly, "later on I couldn't stop it from
... growing. But that's because they wanted to touch it," he added
fervently.

"Who wanted to touch you down there?" Again a shiver. 
When Jimmy would have been able to look better he might have noticed
that there was some movement visible under the priests' robe, just
where the priests' own penis would be located (although Jimmy would
never have believed that priests also had penises and balls and all
that).

"The girls of course," Jimmy grumbled. "But Harry started it. He dared
his sister and her friend 'to make me big' as he called it. I yelled
at him to keep his big mouth shut, but he just smirked at me. I could
murder him for it."

"Did the girls knew what he meant by it?" 

"No, but they asked him and he said that if one of them would hold my
balls and the other would touch my penis they would soon see some
miracle happen!  Of course they couldn't be stopped after that. They
wanted to see the 'miracle' happen. I was so ashamed as I felt their
hands touch my... " His voice ended in a sob.

"And you couldn't keep yourself from growing?" the priest asked. 
Jimmy thought the priest was getting tired because he could hear him
panting a little. Maybe he should tell the story more quickly and get
it over with.

"No, of course not. I tried though. I thought of schoolstuff and of
mom and dad, and of the frog I tortured last week... Oops, I think I
forgot to confess that one, sorry father. But I don't know, their
hands felt so warm and moist, and when Betsy, who got hold of my
penis, started to squeeze it a bit I felt how it began to grow in her
sweaty hand. I was sooo ashamed I started to cry. But that didn't stop
them. Actually, they paid no attention at me at all it seemed. They
had only eye for my penis, which was now completely stiff and pointing
right up to my belly button. At first they looked at it in awe and
then, after a while, they began to play with it and started to giggle
and so on. It was as if I didn't exist any more. And Harry just looked
on and encouraged them to do all kinds of experiments with it. At one
point he himself stroke thru my pubic hair, he was probably jealous of
it, the bastard... Oh, sorry, father, but I felt so angry at the
time."

'He seems to relive it all while telling me about it,' the priest
thought. 'I wonder if he has an erection now too.'
"How do you feel, son?" he said, "you still seem very upset by it.
Maybe you should come over to me, so that you can feel a bit more
relaxed."

Jimmy was very surprised that the priest asked him to step over into
his part of the confession box. As far as Jimmy knew that part was
only meant for priests and no lay person was ever allowed there. The
excitement about this new adventure prevailed over his feelings of
anger and misery. So he quickly said, "Ok", left his part of the
confession box and stepped thru the two curtains that separated the
priest's compartment from the church. He felt two big hands that
lifted him up as if he was a feather and he was placed on the lap of
the priest. He felt some large object sticking into his back, which he
thought to be the priest's bible or so. It probably was, because the
priest was rubbing the large thing slowly against Jimmy's back as if
to reassure the boy.

"Now, calm down, Jimmy. Tell me what happened next. Did you like what
these girls were doing to you?"

"Well," Jimmy looked at the ground, "not in the beginning, but after a
while Harry told Betsy to grab my penis real tight with her right hand
and stroke it up and down, and that really felt good." He sighed.

"What did she do exactly," the priest asked quickly. 

"Uhh, I don't know. She just got hold of my penis and started to pull
at it. She made up and down movements with her hand, you know?" Jimmy
frowned. He suddenly realized that the priest probably didn't know
about these things at all.

"Hmmm. I'm afraid I don't, Jimmy. ('See? I told you,' Jimmy thought.)
You know, priests are forbidden to do such things, so I am very
ignorant about the subject. Could you perhaps... show me what she
did?"

Jimmy thought the priest was getting really tired now because he felt
him shivering over his entire body. He wasn't very keen to go along
with the priests' proposal, but on the other hand it would probably be
the quickest way to end the story so that the priest could give him
the absolution and go home and lay down. Jimmy felt really bad that he
had exhausted the priest so much with his story.

"I propose I could show you," Jimmy hesitated. "But I don't know
how..."

"Wait. Let me do it," the priest said and then, in that dark, small,
strange smelling room Jimmy felt the priests' hands moving up his
legs. Jimmy immediately regretted his permission.

"Maybe I shouldn't do this," he said meekly.

"Its ok, son. I'm here to help you and I'm a priest, you know. We are
here to help other people who are suffering. And you are suffering, I
noticed that right away. Oh, my God, you're big!" The priest had
finally unbuttoned Jimmy's zipper and after some groping in the boy's
underwear he had been able to get the boy's penis out. It had grown
considerably from the priests' manipulations. "Now show me what she
did," the priest added breathless.

"Well, she took hold of it, kind of like this, you see? And then she
started just to... " and Jimmy showed the movements Betsy had done to
him before. It almost immediately felt good again and his mouth went
open a bit and he began to pant lightly.

"Ah, I see. All the way up and then down again. And you liked what she
did?"

"Yes," Jimmy panted, "maybe I'd better stop now, because it starts to
feel real good now too." So with some effort he managed to stop his
hand and to let go of his penis. The priest looked down at the boy
sitting on his lap, his pale, erected boy-organ emerging from out of
his fly, throbbing lightly.

"What... (the priest had to clear his throat) what happened next?" 

"I'd rather not speak about it." 

"Why not? I thought you said you liked what this girl was doing to
you?"

"Yeah, kind of, but it was .. kind of humiliating too. You know, I was
still tied up, so I couldn't move or do anything. I felt... used."
Jimmy bowed his head.

"Yes, I can imagine. You just had to lay down and feel how she milked
you out, so to speak."

Jimmy wondered a bit about the crude language of the priest. "Yeah,
that's right."

"But I still must know what exactly happened to you in order to give
you the absolution, kid, so tell me: what happened next?"

"Well, at the end I began to feel very weird, you know. I remember I
was trembling all over and I thought I had to pee, so I told Betsy to
stop and let me go to the bathroom, but Harry just told her to go on,
I think he knew what would happen next all the time, the basta...
sorry father, and then there was this wonderful feeling... I never
felt so good in my life before, I begged Betsy to just go on, to go
harder and harder and then.. and then... I felt my penis starting to
throb and suddenly it spurted a few rays of white, creamy stuff on my
chest and belly and all over Betsy's hand too and it felt so good,
father, it felt so fuck.. sorry father."

The boy kept silent. The priest noticed that during the story the
boy's hand had involuntarily taken his penis in his hand again and was
stroking it up and down, as to relive the feelings he had just
described so lively.

"Just go on doing that, son, I must know how it looked like and I want
you to show it to me."

Jimmy looked down at his hand that was moving frantically up and down
his penis and seemed only then to realize what he was doing. He was so
excited however from telling these wonderful memories, that he felt he
couldn't stop any more now.

"I think I feel just about the same way as then, father. Is that ok?
Isn't it a sin or so?"

"No, no, just go on. I told you to do it, didn't I? So how can it be a
sin then, me being a priest and all?"

"I'll just carry on then father. It just starts to feel real good now
again, just as I told you before... I think it won't take long," the
boy panted.

"Good, good. Wait. I'll turn you around on my lap so that you are
facing me. That way I'll have a better look. Ok. That's better. Oh,
you really are big, you know, for a boy your age."

"Thank you.. father... I think... it might happen... any... second
now.. aaahhhh...." Jimmy's cock started to convulse and he spurted a
few rays of his white creamy boy-stuff high in the air, after which it
landed on the priest's robe and a bit on his own trousers.

"Oooh... that really felt good, father. Oops, sorry, father, I seem to
have spilt some stuff on your robe."

"That's ok, son." The priest rubbed his finger thru some of Jimmy's
stuff on his robe and brought it to his mouth. He tasted it. Then he
smiled at Jimmy who was still sitting on his lap, facing him and
panting slightly. "Do you want to taste your own stuff too, Jimmy?
Here," and he scooped up some more of Jimmy's stuff and brought it to
the boy's lips.

"Eeek. I don't know, father. I think I don't like that." 

"Common. Don't be a whimp. There, you see. It doesn't taste bad, does
it?"

Jimmy didn't agree with the priest, and he felt a bit weird in his
stomach from tasting his own goo. "I don't like it," he said shortly.
He suddenly felt very tired and wanted to go home.

"Can you give me the absolution now, father, I want to go home."

"We come to that later, Jimmy, first finish your story." 

"There is not much more to tell, father. When Betsy had had her way
with me, I guess they all felt a bit ashamed of what they had done to
me, because soon after Harry started to untie me. I was too tired and
embarrassed at the time to take revenge on him, so I just left the
house and went home. But when I met him the other day I gave him a
good beating. I know I am not allowed to fight, father, but I think he
deserved it. That's about all I guess. Can I get your absolution now,
father?"

"Yes, I will give you the absolution now, my son."

"Thank you, father, shall I go to the other side of the box again
then?"

"No, wait. You see, Jimmyboy, I think you understand that what you
have told me is rather special. So a normal absolution won't be
sufficient in this case."

"Ooh?" Jimmy wondered.

"No. We'll have to do a... special absolution. I warn you before that
it won't be easy, but you'll have to cooperate, otherwise you can't be
forgiven for what you have done. Do you understand me, Jimmy?"

"Yes, father. But I thought the only thing I would have to be forgiven
for is my fight with Harry, isn't it? The other things I am not to
blame for, am I father?"

"Well, you were forced to cooperate, that's true, my son. But at the
end you really liked what this girl was doing to you, and that is a
sin, you know. You had to resist up to the end, and you didn't."

"Oh, well, yes, of course. What do I have to do then?"

"We're gonna put you thru a special procedure and in the end you'll be
blessed thoroughly. First... wait a second (the priest lifted Jimmy
from his lap for a moment and fumbled in his robe) first you'll have
to put your trousers down, Jimmy."

"Why is that, father?" 

"Jimmy, you agreed to go along with the special procedure, so just
don't ask each time 'why', ok? Just trust me and go along. Now pull
your trousers down. And your underwear too."

"Ok, father. Just wait a second, yes, ok." 

"Now I'm gonna lift you up a bit and then I will place you on ..hmm...
let me say: a sacred pole. Just relax then and you will be able to sit
on top of it. Let's try it."

"Ok, father.... it feels kind of big. Do I really have to sit on it?
Ouch, that hurts father."

"Just relax, son. It takes a bit of practice but in the end you might
even enjoy it. Now relax... yes, that's better.. relax.. ok."

"Ouch, it still hurts father. Does this pole have to go all the way
into my... butt, father? Can't I sit just on top of it? Ouch."

"You're doing very well, my son. Yesss, this is good. Now just sit
still for a moment and then try to move a bit up and down on the pole,
ok? You're doing very well."

"Oohh... it still hurts, father. I'll try and move a bit up and down,
but it feels so big, father, I'm afraid I will tear my butt right
open. Do you feel well, father? You look all red in your face just
now, and you are panting. Shall I stop?"

"No, no! Go on. I'm fine. In fact I haven't felt so good since little
John.. well, never mind about that. Just keep on the good work. A bit
deeper if you can. Jesus Christ, that feels good. You're doing very
well, son."

"I can't take the pain much longer, father. Can't you hurry up a bit?
With the blessing I mean."

"The blessing is right on his way, son. I can feel it.. coming up
from.. aahh.. yess... deep inside me. Here it comes now....
aaaaahhhhhh... Jesus Christ... that feels good..."

"I can feel your blessing too father, deep inside me. It's ok then,
isn't it father? Father? Are you all right?"

"I'm ok, son. Just let me rest a second. Ok, that's better now. Now
I'll lift you from the pole... yes... ok. That was a funny sound
wasn't it, when the pole came out of your.. ehhh behind?"

"Yeah. Ouch, my butt still hurts father. I think I might bleed. Can't
you have a look at it, father?"

"We'll check that in a moment, son. Now first I will give you the
absolution for your sins (makes a cross).. amen. So. I will not give
you any penance this time. Its ok, son."

"Thank you, father. Ouch."

"Hmmm. I think we made a bit of a mess of my robe and... please put
your thing back in your pants, son."

"Oh yes, of course, sorry father."

"I'll suggest we clean ourselves a bit before I send you back to your
mother, son. Just come with me to the rectory."

The priest and the teenage boy stepped down from the confession box
and made their way to a door in one of the walls of the church. This
door obvious led to the private rooms of the priest. I'm afraid it's
the last thing we'll ever see of Jimmy as the priest guides him thru
that door, his big arm laying heavily on the small shoulders of the
cute boy.


When after many months Jimmy's parents still hadn't received any clue
of what had happened to their son on his way from the church to home,
their only consolation was, as the priest (who was feeling very guilty
as he was the last person to have seen Jimmy alive) had formulated it
so comfortingly: Jimmy will have gone straight to heaven; after all he
had just received a full absolution for his sins.


The End
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