"Show me your arms."
Francis slid up his sleeves. "Why do I have to do this?" He said.
The monk smiled. "So we can tell if you're sinning, young one." The man examined his arms. "Well, you're fine."
Francis yanked down the robe's sleeves. "Thank you."
The monk grinned. "You're welcome."
Antonio laughed as Francis walked into the courtyard. "They checked you, huh?"
Francis nodded.
Antonio glanced around the monastery courtyard. "Did they find anything?"
The blonde shook his head. "Nothing."
"Yet."
Both boys shivered. 'Yet' was the constant nagging warning they both feared.
"Yet," Francis echoed.
Francis bit his lip. He knew he shouldn't...
But, it felt so...good!
His teeth dug a little deeper as the hand on his hardening member continued its stroking. A moan hitched in his throat. It felt...so...
Sinfully good. Yes, that described it perfectly.
His thumb teased the tip, earning a gasp from the blonde. How on Earth his own hands could work such magic, the boy didn't know, but he liked it.
As Francis continued pleasing himself, his mind thought of Antonio and the nights that his hands had been in place of his own.
'Antonio.'
The hand's pace quickened as liquid heat pooled in his torso.
The teeth on his lip broke the skin as struggled back a moan as he came, sending his seed all over his stomach. Francis lapped at the blood on his lip as he chuckled.
"I'm gonna go to hell for this, but I'm gonna do it again," He whispered as he wiped the cum off of himself with an old robe, due to be washed anyway, "Just not tonight."
He slid on a new night-robe and climbed back into his bed, grinning broadly.
"One could get used to this."
"Show me your arms."
Once again, Francis rolled up his sleeves.
The monk's forehead creased as he frowned. "Tsk, tsk. What have you been doing?"
The boy blinked, "What do you mean?"
"You've been sinning, boy."
Francis stiffened. 'How did-?'
"I guess it's off to the bleeding room with you, Francis," The man said, pulling Francis behind him.
"What? No!" He gasped.
As they passed the courtyard, the blonde locked eyes with a smirking Antonio, who mouthed, 'Yet.'
Ah, yes. Good old times when I was new to writing porn. This was inspired by (and caused) some really weird conversations on the bus home from school. Mostly inspired by a comment about how big one's arms get if you masturbate a lot and how it could be used to tell if a monk was sinning. Yeah... Let this be reminder that high schoolers can be as strange as that 40-year-old who lives in his mother's basement.