Todos os capítulos de My Gay Sugar Daddy Is A Priest : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

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

“ What sins do you think that cry out to heaven?” Father Remigius, our Theology 202 lecturer asked us in class one day. “ I'm not asking you to tell me what the Catholic doctrine says about the sins that cry out to heaven or to listen it as dictated in the catechism pamphlet, I'm asking you to tell me what sins you think, what moral vices you think that cry out to heaven”, he said, walking back and forth in front of the classroom, his black cassock flowing in sync with the gentle breeze and making it hard to discern if he was a lecturer or a student since everyone in the classroom also had a black cassock on. There was a dead silence for a while as everyone thought about what to say - we all definitely wanted to impress his sexy grey beards and that was our chance to do so. “ Yes Phillip. What do you think?” He said as Phillip raised his hand. “ Personally, I think that the sun that cries out to heaven more is the sin of oppression. Christ made it evident during his ministry

“ Why the hell did you not tell me that you were an altar boy?!” Nuel asked as I came up to him at the street side park where he had instructed me to meet him. “ Hold it there bro”, I said, raising my hands to hold him back if he should want to hit me or anything because he was as mad as a cow that had seen a red cow. I didn't even know when I called him ‘ bro'. “ You never asked me if I was, and you didn't even tell me that you were a priest. A priest for crying out loud”, I said, sounding so much like my mom when she had caught my dad cheating on her. “ You didn't ask me too, gosh!”, he exclaimed, putting both of his hands on his head like an African woman who has just received the news of her husband's death. He put his hand over his mouth, breathing hastily, trying to calm himself as I stood there too, doing the same. I could've bet that we were both thinking the same thing - how the hell was this possible? Saying that we were in deep shit was totally an understatemen

“ Hello gay”, Franklin said as a surge of pain flew from my hand to my whole body. How can one get injured in one part of the body but feels it on every part of the body? Someone really had to explain that to me. “ What are you up to in there? Looking for a dick to suck?” He said and laughed at his own statement, together with his two worthless minions; Christian and Zack. I looked at him with pure rage in my eyes as they continued laughing without ceasing, even pointing fingers at me as I caressed my hurt hand, laughing their guts out while calling me weak. I couldn't take it anymore, no longer. I clenched my fists and stepped forward to Franklin, face to face with him. “ What are you gonna do? Huh? Punch me? I bet your punch will be more soft than a pillow, fag”, he said and his crew ‘ oooohed’ what he said, laughing at the top of their voices as more students gathered around. Without thinking twice, I threw my fist in the air, making it land on his left cheek, and his

Nuel's POV I had liked a boy way back then when I was still in college, before going into the seminary. I was a third year student doing a program in Engineering Geology and I fell for Basil, a final year student doing a program in mechanical engineering. We lived in the same dormitory and were both altar boys at the school's local church. I had known him ever since my first year but nothing of him seemed appealing to me; not his looks, his aura, his dressing, his grades, nothing. To be precise, he was even a jerk, a jerk that has a few notable leadership qualities, nothing else but that, but I started falling for him at the beginning of my third year. I couldn't tell what had sparked the feeling, it was probably because of the fact that he just started acting all nice and caring literally our of nowhere. There were times when I would catch him stealing glances at me, glances that seemed so much like he was checking me out, and for some reason it seemed as if he always wanted