Semua Bab My Gay Sugar Daddy Is A Priest : Bab 11 - Bab 20

I felt very naked. Not actually for the fact that I had felt like a hypocrite while saying the homily, but because Collins was there, listening to me preach what I never practiced. But all the same, I couldn't help it. Just because I was involved in perpetual sin didn't mean that I shouldn't condemn it, it didn't mean that I should come up to the congregation and tell them that having premarital sex was good, that a priest fucking an altar boy was good. No, it never meant any of that, but I still felt naked because I knew that I would probably be sounding so stupid to Collins. Hearing me preach those words after hearing me moan in sexual pleasure multiple times would definitely be something to laugh about. I didn't want to think about it. I had ended things with him, I had made it clear to him that we never knew each other, and even as my heart ached, I knew that it was for the best. He left immediately after the morning mass dismissed, seeming like he was avoiding me. I

Nuel's POV “ Good morning sisters, how are you all doing?” I said to the sisters, forcing myself to smile. I was pretty sure that my thirty-two teeth was all out in display. “ We are doing fine father”, the eldest one among them replied, smiling even harder than I did, showcasing her open-teeth which made it seem as if the two parts of the teeth were running away from each other. “ How about you father?” “ We thank the Lord sisters. Forgive me for being ill-mannered, please have a seat”, I said, pointing at the cushion seats around. “ Thank you father”, they all said, one after the other, as if they had practiced it that way. “ So please”, I said, taking my own seat, “ to what do I owe this wonderful August visit? Mh? Hope I'm safe?” I said, raising my eyebrows and sounding cutely inquisitive. They chuckled at my expression, shaking their heads - mission accomplished; I wanted to make them smile. “ No, not at all father”, the eldest amongst them said. The very thoug

“ I'm sorry father”, the poor boy said, his head bent. “ Sorry for what? I asked a question which obviously needs an answer”, I said, still keeping the smile plastered on my face even though he wasn't looking at me. His checkered shirt and shorts looked good on him, with his hair that was neatly carved and combed. “ Sorry father”, he said again, seeming as if he was about to burst into tears. “ Why don't we take a seat there”, I pointed to the chair at the base of a giant crucifix statue. As we sat, I took a long look at him as we both delved in silence. He looked so much like his mother, so much that it wouldn't be debatable if it was said that his mother spat him out instead of birthing him. “ Andrew, what exactly are you sorry for?” I asked again, as gently as I could, sitting not to close but yet not too far from him. He needed his space and I knew it. “ For everything father. For watching porn, for disappointing my mother, for troubling you with my issue, for wi

Our eyes were locked together, hunger and yearning flaming red with all rubiness. The carton of water that was thrown into the air came crashing down beside us, and yet we didn't flinch. We didn't even hear the sound of it falling to the ground, or at least we weren't listening, but it was clear that even if it had fallen on top of us, we will still not flinch, for we were both enchanted, lost in a trance. “ Are you alright”, he asked as he came back to his senses and helped me stand to my feet. “ Yes father. I'm sorry father”, I said, averting my eyes from his. I didn't want him to know that I yearned for him, I didn't want to give him the impression that I still cared, that I still wanted him, and that Ionged for his touch, his kiss, his whole being. “ Okay. That could've been fatal”, he said and walked past me, continuing on his journey to the third floor. “ Tell Patrick to come and clean off the water before someone else falls because of it”, he said to me from the stairc

“ What's going on here?”, someone's voice broke the fearful silence that had already taken over my soul. “ What are you guys up to?” Coach Mbape asked, his hands resting on his tiny waist. Never have I felt so thankful that someone interrupted something that I was a part of. “ Nothing coach”, Franklin said as he let go of me, changing his voice from the dreadful one I heard few seconds ago to a childlike one - the dude must've had a multiple personality disorder or something. “ Come on, get your tiny legs on the tracks”, he said, moving his hands like a choir master as he motioned for us to move out. He called us ‘ tiny legs’ while his own legs couldn't appropriately carry his potbelly, the one that made him look so much like a pregnant woman. “ Okay coach”, I said and immediately moved away from him, taking quick steps as I headed for the door. I still felt his deadly gaze on my back, and only when I stepped on the tracks was I able to actually breath. “ Set yourselves i