I was nervous, but knew I had to tell Father Jarrod everything…after all, it was my duty as a good Catholic! As I launched into detail about my rece...t problems, I could hear Father Jarrod shifting several times on the bench on the other side of the confessional. I stopped as I caught myself going into vivid detail, knowing that the Father didn’t need to hear about my every thought! Little did I know, Father Jarrod was enjoying the confession more than normal. As I bowed my head and waited for. “Tell them how your little adventure affected you.”I felt my cheeks get even redder. “I, I had an orgasm,” I said softly.“What?” Steve asked. “I’m not sure I heard that.”“I, I had an orgasm,” I repeated. “While you were blowing him?” Ron asked. I nodded. “Were you playing with yourself while you sucked him?” he asked. “No. My hands were busy with his cock.”“Was he playing with you?” I shook my head. “So, it was just blowing him that made you cum?” I nodded. “Damn,” he grinned, “you. On Monday, I sorted out my room and then did some washing before deciding to go and see Sian. I wanted to talk to her about her cousins, and I also owed her a shag as she had missed out on Friday, and it was her turn.The pleasantly warm English June summer weather had become unstable over the weekend; it felt more like August as I left my house to walk to hers.It had been a swelteringly hot day, and the dark clouds in the distance had threatened a storm since mid-afternoon. Physical activity. I’ve been a long time reader, and decided this is the time to share my experience with the community. My name is Siddharth (not my real name). This incident happened when I was in the 12th grade of School in 2005. As I was the class clown, all the teachers would keep an eye on me. Fortunately, my academics were decent and I represented my School in athletics and football. I was 6’0” in height with athletic features. Despite the rules in School, I’d keep my hair somewhat long and would refuse to.