Even though Kathleen forced me into having gay sex with other men for her amusement, I was still heterosexual….or believed I was.But tasting and br...athing in a warm moist cunt made no matter to me what sex the person using my cock was….it was all about the sensations my cock and balls were having.Kathleen raised herself off me. And I looked down to see Justin,s head raising and lowering as his mouth engulfed my cock, making slurping sounds as his saliva glistened on my stiff shaft.His wife,s. He was baffled by my confession and didn’t say anything. He told me that I had violated the rules of the school and hence will be punished.After he said that, he got up to go pick up a book from one of the shelves. When he turned around to get back to his seat, I noticed a big bulge on his pants near his zipper. It turned me on but I didn’t do anything. It was a windy day so the door kept opening and closing and getting annoyed at this he asked me to close the door. I went and closed the door.. It’s shaped like a cross, with a high vault in the middle and stained-glass windows on every side depicting scenes from the life of Jesus, and the Virgin Mary, and a bunch of saints I could never identify. Today the sun was out, and walking down the middle aisle was like walking through a giant kaleidoscope. It can make you think heaven is real.The confessionals are underneath the big rose windows in each transept. (Sister told us once what everything is called. The boys went nuts at the word. It was so charming. She spoke broken English with a French accent! It was so cute and lovable. I was completely entranced. I slowly enveloped her in my arms and just hugged her with a joy I had never known. She also embraced me and laid her precious head against my fast-beating heart. Then I gently took her face in my hands and gave her the first kiss she had ever received from a man. So, I made it special, gentle, and sensuous as I could. Her lips tasted like honey. She probably had been.