Chapter Three

Nuel’s POV

I laid in bed for a few more minutes after Collins left, still feeling horny. Having sex with him could be compared to taking a walk in paradise, and nothing made me more satisfied than the fact that he was mine, totally mine. I had been the first person to penetrate him, and so far I was the only one, and that gave me immense joy.

I was always a preserved person, and I never wanted to share things with people, and that included Collins.

At first it was supposed to be a hookup. I was horny and didn't know who could help me satisfy my sexual desires, but then a young stud walked right into my dm, asking if I was interested, after seeing what I had posted online using a fake account.

We exchanged pictures and I agreed to meet up with him. He seemed way too young and I didn't want to fall into the temptation of having a sexual relationship with a minor, so I asked him to bring his ID along. After our first encounter, I felt drawn to him, and just like that, I asked him to be mine and he agreed, and we've been at our best ever since, having the best sexual experiences that I had never thought of having.

I knew I had to leave the hotel in no time, and the phone call I received cemented that fact.

I picked up the call.

“ Hello, good evening father”, I said.

“ Good evening father Emmanuel, how are you doing father?” father Cyprian, the parish priest of the parish I was transferred to, asked.

“ We thank the Lord father. I'm doing absolutely fine, how about you father?”

“ Oh, the Lord has been gracious. I know you must be questioning why I had called you”, he said, sounding so much like the old wise man he was.

“ You could say that, but I already figured why you called, and not to worry, I'll be at the parish house before 8:00 PM. You have my word”.

“ Oh, that's wonderful. The parishioners are so eager to see you. Hope you can find your way to the church premises?” He asked and I could hear sounds of people singing in the background - the choristers must be practicing for the Sunday liturgy.

“ Not really, but don't worry, I'll use G****e map to find my way”, I said, tucking the pillow harder on my still hard dick.

“ Okay. See you later then”, he said and cut the call.

I dropped my phone and made to stand up, but my dick was still so hard that it was beginning to hurt - the consequences of having only one round of sex with someone as sweet and flavory as Collins. I needed to do something about it before leaving, and so I went to the bathroom, got a shower gel, and started masturbating, roughly massaging my dick and imagining that I was inside his sweet, tight and warm ass.

I drove first to St Anthony's Catholic Church which was on the far west side of Pennsylvania to get my violet vestments. The next day was the first Sunday in lent and knowing fully well that I was going to celebrate mass with them, I knew I had to go with my vestments.

I had worked at St Anthony's church as the parish vicar for the last five years, ever since I was ordained, and was just transferred to another parish, one St Gabriel De Archangel parish which was on the north side of Pennsylvania, within the same diocese.

I could say I was excited. At least I was going to be a parish priest, no longer a vicar, but a parish priest; the boss of a local church community.

I chose the violet chasuble which was embroidered with the face of the virgin Mary, together with my best alb and a violet cincture - I had to make a good first impression because for some people, that was all that mattered.

I drove to the parish, using the direction from my G****e map and thankfully, there was no traffic, so I arrived at the parish premises just five minutes to eight.

“ Good evening father”, I greeted father Cyprian who seemed to have been waiting for me outside.

“ Good evening father. Welcome to St Gabriel De Archangel parish”, he said as I alighted from my vehicle. He had grown much older than I remembered. Back in the days when I was still in the seminary, he took us in a course in theology, and back then he was one of the best teachers we had.

“ Thank you father”, I said as we slightly hugged.

“ Come on, let's go inside”, he said and I grabbed my little suitcase and my vestments and joined him. I didn't see the need to bring my mass box along with me since the parish must probably have one.

“ We celebrate only one mass on Sundays which is the 7’O clock mass, and in the evening, we celebrate benediction with vespers”, he said as he led me through the tiled hallway of the father's refectory, leading through the wide sitting room to the staircase, going upstairs, “ and then on weekdays, we celebrate morning masses by 6:00 AM. And you don't need to worry about anything. Our parish community is very much strong in spirit, and they love attending liturgical activities, unlike some places nowadays, places that endanger the spiritual lives of people. Poor souls, don't you think?”

I nodded. “ Poor souls indeed”, I said.

“ Pardon me, but you'll have to spend the night in this guest room”, he said as he opened the door to a relatively clean room, “ I'm yet to pack my stuff out, but not to worry, once I pack out, you can then move into the masters quarters”.

“ Ah, no need to feel sorry. It's not as if I'm moving in just yet”, I said, instantly regretting what I had said. It sounded so much as if I didn't want to move in.

“ Okay. You can come down to the dining room for supper”.

“ Okay father. I'll be with you in a while”, I said and he closed the door and went back downstairs.

I placed my suitcase on the table and hung my vestments on the empty wardrobe there as I inspected the room. It didn't seem to have pests or insects so all was good. I could spend the night there.

I freshened up and went downstairs to join father Cyprian at the dining table. His cook made lasagna and pasta and we had a good formal chat as we devoured the delicious meal.

I retired to bed, finally having the time to go through my phone and realize that Collins had texted me.

“ Good evening sir. I got home safely. Hope you also did?” his text read. I had told him that when texting me directly, he should refer to me as sir, and the reason was so that people wouldn't mistakenly look at my lockscreen and see a text where someone was referring to me as baby - that would definitely lead to an unwanted scandal. I checked the time it was sent and it was around 8:00 PM and I couldn't help but wonder if he got home by 8:00 PM.

“ Yes, I did. Thanks for asking. Did you get home late?”, I texted back, and immediately, as if he was waiting on my text, he replied.

“ No, I got home early. Just that I didn't have the time to text you earlier. I've just been busy”, he texted.

“ Okay. I had to masturbate after you left. I still wasn't satisfied”.

“ Sorry about that. Don't worry, when we meet again next week, I'll let you go on three rounds with me, okay?”

“ Are you serious?”

“ You know I am”.

“ Okay. I have to go to bed now”.

“ Okay, good night. Dream about me”.

“ Dream about me too”.

I turned off my phone, knelt down, and said my evening prayer before going to sleep.

Even though I knew very well that I was a hard sinner, I still tried to communicate with God in prayer, after all, I was a priest.

I woke up the next morning and took my time in preparing for mass.

“ Father?” Father Cyprian called unto me as he knocked on my door.

“ Yes father”, I answered, opening the door.

“ Sorry if I disturbed you. I just wanted to let you know that I'll be heading to the church building”, he said, clutching onto his vestments.

“ Okay. I'll join you in a moment”.

“ Okay”, he said and left while I got hold of my vestments and followed suit to the church building.

As I got to the dressing area, the altar boys were already waiting in line for the entrance procession, and the choristers could be heard singing their hearts out. The church was filled, a testimony of the locals having a strong spiritual life.

As I approached the vesting table, I stopped dead on my tracks. Never in my wildest imagination could I have imagined what I was seeing - Collins was one of the altar boys.

Holy shit.