This story is a sequel to "Hallowed Be Thy Bowels" which I wrote for Kinktober.
All characters depicted are well over 18.
"Help me O Lord. Give me the strength I need to hold on."
It was Friday evening. In the local Catholic church, Father Mike was sat in the confessional booth. He shifted uncomfortably on the wooden seat. He idly fiddled with his clerical collar. Anything to distract himself. He was absolutely bursting for a piss. Salvation was merely seconds away; the toilet was right next door to the booth, yet he resisted the temptation to seek immediate relief. He was waiting for Jane to arrive. His piss was all for her, not the porcelain of a toilet bowl.
Last week, the priest had experienced something that had thrilled him beyond his wildest imagination. His lover Jane had given him a blowjob whilst he was sat on the toilet, taking a loud and malodourous dump. This act, which he later discovered was known as a "blumpkin" had aroused him like nothing else. Father Mike's bowels had been a little unsettled to put it mildly, thanks to a too-spicy curry he'd consumed, and he'd deposited a more than generous load of faecal matter in the toilet, much to Jane's fascination and delight.
This week, his bowels were relaxed and back to normal. He couldn't wait to experience another blumpkin, but he was also curious to know if Jane wanted to watch him peeing. To his delight, she'd said yes.
"Drink plenty. I want you to be bursting when I arrive. Wait in the confessional booth. I can't wait to be blessed by your Holy Water..."
"Oh God, hurry up Jane!" Father Mike sighed, crossing his legs. He was on the point of wetting his underpants. He checked his watch. She was late.
The priest fumbled and unbuttoned his black cassock. "I must hold on!"
He cast his mind back to the Book of Exodus, where Moses led the Exodus of the Israelites out of Egypt and across the Red Sea.
"If Moses could endure all that, than surely I, in the comfort of my church confessional, can hold my piss for a little longer?"
He wanted to let go so badly.
"But then, Moses had no reason to hold his piss in!"
He tried to think of other Bible stories. Unfortunately, the first that entered his mind was...Noah's Ark!
"Oh no!"
Father Mike shifted his position. Urine started to seep out from the tip of his cock, as his bladder reminded him that time was running out.
"Ahh!" he exclaimed, clamping his hand over his crotch. He managed to halt his flow, but enough warm piss had seeped out to soak the front of his underpants and cause a damp patch on his black trousers.
"Mary, Mother of God..." He panted. "Think...what did Jesus do? He turned water into wine. Water? No! Think dry. Desert. The Holy Land is dry."
But there's the Dead Sea, the Sea of Galilee, the Red Sea, the Jordan River, the Nile...and of course, the Great Flood happened!
