That was a warm summer afternoon. The sun will soon set would hide to make way for the moon and the stars. I was walking

That was a warm summer afternoon. The sun will soon set would hide to make way for the moon and the stars. I was walking through the street when I found a Church. Inside me a fight began between Whether or not I should confess my addiction. After a while of indecision, I entered and headed towards the confessional, which was secluded, in a corner. The Church was in darkness and was semi-deserted. Although In the low light I could see a figure inside the confessional, so I approached, I knelt down and began to confess what I was so ashamed of. -Father, I accuse myself that I...this, I pull it a lot, that is, I masturbate a lot -Mjjmm- was what I got in response. -As soon as I get home at night I continued a little more encouraged because I hadn't had the scolding I expected - I immediately get on my room to spy on my neighbor who is always doing aerobics at that time. You should see her, with those tights squeezing her buttocks, and that single vision It causes my hand to go to my see...my penis, sorry father, and I start to caress over clothing. I'm feeling how the blood is filling everything the body of my penis, and how it is growing. When I already have it at half gas, As at this moment, I unbutton my pants and take them down with everything and my underpants. Excuse me father for doing it at this time, but I don't have it anymore. I hold on longer. Well, I told him, since it's halfway, I take it with my right hand. and I close my fingers around my penis and begin to pull it, very slowly to feeling how it is waking up, until, finally, I have it completely stationary. Meanwhile, my neighbor continues with her exercises, ignoring that it is observed and that awakens these base passions. My hand runs all over the body of my penis very slowly. From time to time I touch the glans to increase my sensations. Father, it feels delicious. There are times when I feel remorse for not being able to control myself, but as soon as I feel the hot flesh of my member I forget everything. With each movement my sensations change. I feel the skin boiling, I feel the veins throbbing and I feel waves of pleasure that are born in my testicles and reach me...to my soul. In the confessional everything was silence. I even thought about The Father had fled, scandalized, but another mmjjmm made me understand that even It was there, so I continued. -My breathing begins to agitate slightly and the movement from my hand it speeds up a little. It's when I close my eyes, and I imagine myself neighbor who discovers me. He gives me a smile and begins to undress, showing me first her breasts, and then her naked buttocks. It stops in front of me and touches her nipples, she even lifts her breasts and sucks them. This is when the seminal fluid comes out and I spread it with the fingers of my other hand. all over my glans, it feels delicious, one day I should try it. Oops, sorry Father, I didn't mean to say that, but the sensations cloud my mind. head. Again I use only my right hand and massage my entire penis, without forget about the testicles, imagining that it is my neighbor's hand that caresses, which covers every centimeter of my skin, sometimes even fitting my fingers so that they become moist, and thus imagine that it is her tongue that is that runs through my entire member. My breathing increased in intensity and frequency, as well as the movement of my hand. Faster and faster, feeling that soon he would reach the path of no return, to the point where only ejaculation was possible. -Later...mmm...- I continued agitatedly, coming out every time. word with great effort- when I can't...anymore...I feel how my veins are They swell... my penis too... and... aaahggg... The semen came out of me with great force, ending up in the kneeler while my hand went up and down rapidly all over my penis. I tried to muffle my screams as much as possible. My head was spinning and my legs were shaking. Little by little my hand stopped its energetic movement and I felt how the blood was leaving the body of my penis, which began to deflate little by little. Once it regained all its flaccidity I pulled up my underwear and pants and I cleaned the kneeler with a disposable tissue which I always carry for these emergencies. My breathing calmed down, like this like the one inside the confessional. Now calmer, I spoke again. -Do you see it Father? I can't control myself, it's beyond me forces. And this is every day. Father, I accuse myself of pulling it a lot, a lot, I fuck her a lot. And a spirited voice came out of the confessional -Well, for me, you can rip it off. I am the carpenter and I'm varnishing the confessional.