Chapter Two

Before his death.

Collins' POV

“ So what will you do if you ever catch me with another man?” I asked Nuel as I sat on his dick, riding him like a motorcycle. His two hands held my butt cheeks, helping me bounce up and down up on his dick.

“ That man will have to die by my hand”, he said in the middle of his ecstasy, tightening his butt, making pretty sure that he was getting to his climax.

I laughed a little, throwing my head back for a while as my palm laid on his tummy. I brought my head back, and in a moment of lust and satisfaction, I put my right hand around his neck, as if to strangle him, still rolling and twerking with his dick inside of me.

“ Say it again daddy”, I said, locking eyes with him.

A mischievous smile grew on his face and he let go of my butt cheeks, breathing hastily as he said, “ he will die by my hand. You are mine and mine alone”, he said, sounding so serious that it made me shudder internally for a second, but all in all, I loved it, and hearing him claim me to himself turned me, and I increased my paced, slamming violently on his dick. He clenched his fist as his eyeballs moved to the back of his head, and by the time he relaxed and exhaled, I felt his warm milky juice inside of me, popping like a pop corn until he released everything that was inside of him, and his gigantic anaconda finally came to rest.

I fell on top of him, panting as some of his cum escaped my butthole. I didn't bother myself to get up and try to clean up immediately or anything, besides, I wasn't going to get pregnant - definitely one of the benefits of being gay. Getting to enjoy sex without having to worry about forming a new life.

“ Come here”, he said as he cuddled me, enveloping me in-between his legs as we both laid there in each other's arms, skin to skin, totally naked.

“ I love you”, I whispered enough for him to hear it.

“ I love you more”, he said and kissed my forehead, making an indefinite smile to spread across my face.

It's been three months since I started seeing Nuel. Something that had begun as just a hookup had turned into something more serious.

After that very painful but pleasurable first sex with him, I thought he wouldn't want to have anything to do with me again, especially given the fact that I couldn't take in the whole length of his cock, but I was definitely surprised when he chatted me again, asking how I was and if I was okay. He went further to ask if I wanted to meet up again, and being the sex driven teenager that I was, I instantly agreed, and the second time we did it was nothing short of a heavenly experience.

It wasn't as painful as it was during the first time, and my butthole had seemed to sync in harmony with his dick. We engaged in sexual intercourse a couple more times before he asked that we become exclusive.

I immediately agreed, happy enough that I had found myself a partner.

I tied my shoelaces and carried my side bag, ready to leave.

“ Nuel, I'm leaving”, I said as he still laid on the bed, his dick still in full display for me.

“ But I don't want you to leave”, he said, sounding childish and acting all cute like a naked big baby, “ can't we go for another round?” He pleaded, placing his palms together as if to say a prayer.

I went over to the side of the bed, “ baby, I don't want to leave too, but I have to. My mom will surely get suspicious of me if I get home late and trust me, we both wouldn't want that”.

“ But I need you. He needs you”, he pointed to his dick which was slowly rising again, accurately getting ready for another round.

“ I need you too, but I can't help it”.

“ Okay. Help me with my wallet please, let me find you some cash”, he pulled a pillow over his nude, as if to calm to raging beast.

“ You really don't have to worry yourself. I can manage with what I have”, I said, thinking the exact opposite of what I said.

“ I want to worry myself. Now, if you don't mind, can you hand me the wallet?” He said, and acting as if I didn't care much about the money even though I cared so much about it, I handed him the wallet.

He pulled out two five hundred dollar bills and handed it to me.

“ Here you go. Get home safely and text me when you arrive”.

“ Thank you baby”, I said, holding myself from screaming out of excitement. “ Alright, bye now. I love you”.

“ I love you more”.

We kissed for what seemed like a minute before I broke the kiss and headed for the door. If I hadn't, we could've really gone for a second round. He slapped my ass as I got up from the bed and I waved at him as I closed the door, stepping out of the hotel room.

As I stood on the hallway, I checked the time on my wrist watch and it was a few minutes past 5 - mom was going to kill me.

I immediately sprinted out of the hotel building as if I was being chased by a zombie. Actually, it was the other way round; I wasn't being chased by a zombie, I was running to a zombie - my mom was one.

There was no time to catch the bus, so I stopped a taxi even though I was mentally criticizing myself because of its high cost, but I had no choice.

I told the taxi to stop me a few blocks away from our house and then trekked all the way.

“ Why are you coming back so late?” Mom asked, sitting in the sitting room and reading a magazine.

“ Good evening mom”, I greeted first, preparing my mouth to let out a lie.

“ Good evening. Where have you been and why are you coming back so late?” She asked again, still looking through her magazine.

“ I'm sorry mom, the bookclub meeting room longer than expected”, I said, hoping that she buys the lie.

She looked at me, as if searching my body for anything that said “ he's lying”, but seemingly, she couldn't find any evidence.

“ Okay”, she said and I rushed up to my room. There was no time to waste, I was already late for evening practice at church so I didn't bother taking a shower, I just dropped my bag and headed back downstairs.

“ I'm off to church mom”, I said as I exited the house.

Our parish, St Gabriel De Archangel Catholic Church was expecting a new parish priest who was going to visit us for the first time the next day, so, as the president of the Altar Boys Association, I had to prepare my boys to be at their very best.

The church building was about a mile walk away from our house, and within minutes, I was already there.

Even though I was only sixteen; although I looked like eighteen or higher, I was very well knowledgeable about the liturgy of the Catholic Church, and I carried out my duties with precision.

We prepared the things for Sunday mass, and after practicing a little, we all went home, all the altar boys, expectant about who the new parish priest would be.

It was a 7:00 AM mass, and by 6:45 AM, all the altar boys were ready. We all stood at the vesting table, each person with his own sacred vessel.

Christian, the thurifer, tried to keep the charcoal burning and had to make trips to the sacristy to make sure of that.

The old parish priest first arrived and I took his vestments from him and started arranging them. As I was arranging them, the new parish priest whom everyone was eager to see arrived too, and as he made his way to the dressing area right in front of the church building, I almost collapsed.

I was pretty sure my eyes were not deceiving me because the person who was supposed to be the new parish priest was actually Nuel.

Gosh.