Look Simon, it ain’t ‘bad’ because we don’t sneak. Made me wonder…”
“Wonder? Not long after retiring for the night, his hand found his cock and his imagination followed. Why else was she looking at him? He would not permit himself to become enchanted or seduced by the lusty suggestions of the Valley because it was all just a false front, a rickety facade supported by a superficial notion of vows which would snap under the weight of tomorrow’s question. “Bet it’s hard to figure out what you’re going to do, ain’t it Simon? Dott didn’t know how long he had been sitting in post-orgasmic stupor, but as his wits returned, he realized the boy was gone and so was most of daylight. See me when you’re done.”
Dott couldn’t remember how it began because the instant the boy’s mouth surrounded his boner, the world exploded in splashes of brilliant pastels and colliding rivers of conflict between the acting and the actual limits of priestly behavior.
