My priest

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Mr. Jacobs was a priest at my church. He was 6'0", had high cheekbones, a strong jaw, hairy forearms, brown eyes, a sizeable bottom, strong arms, and an amazing V shaped torso. There were rumors that he had a very hairy chest.

Let's just say that the ladies at church had no problem fantasizing about him.

It was Sunday morning and I walked out of my car. I jogged towards the church. Mr. Jacobs stared at me. He walked behind me. I felt a little intimidated, being only 18 years old and 5'6". He smiled at me and opened the door. He held the door for me. I could see the veins on his forearms. They weren't gross, or anything like that, but it showed off his strength.

There was a weird twinkle in his eyes when he nodded and smiled at me. "Have a good day, Jeremy!"

His hair was slicked back a little. You could tell that there was gel in his hair. "You too, Father Jacobs."

I smiled back. I felt his right hand on my back. There was a strange feeling of electricity all through my body. Wishful thinking?

He continued staring at me, almost a little too long.

 

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Six days later, I went to church again for confession. I went into the small, cubic, room.
"Bless me father for I have sinned, it has been eight weeks since my last confession."
"Please tell me your sin," Father Jacobs said.

"Father, I, I, I've been having impure thoughts. And I've been doing impure actions!"
"What thoughts are these? What actions are these?"

My legs were shaking a little bit. "I've been having sexual thoughts about other men."

"Oh, I see."

"I think about giving them pleasure. About pleasing them."

Silence.

"I also pleased a man in a park bathroom weeks ago."

And a shocking comment came from the other side of the window, "And what were you doing to this man in this bathroom? Please be more specific, give me more details."

"I, I, I put my mouth on his manhood. I supplied him pleasure with my mouth. My lips were working on his pridehood."

"Pridehood?"

"His penis, his manhood."

"How did you treat his manhood?," I heard a cough from behind the window.

"I, I wrapped my lips around his mushroom head. I outlined his manhood with my tongue. He moaned in pleasure. I would tease his manhood until he went crazy. He squirted into my mouth," I felt a boner building up.

"Did this man force you to pleasure him?," another cough came.

"We made eye contact and he asked. There was no force. He was also a married man. Had a wife and two kids."

"Did you enjoy his seed?"

"Father, I'm not sure this is relevant!"

"Did you enjoy all his masculinity and essence in your mouth?"

"Father, I think I'm done."

"Okay then. For your penance I want you to say ten Our Fathers and ten Hail Marys! Now please say the act of contrition!"

And I did, when a huge, fully grown boner in my pants. I didn't know Father Jacobs was so horny. Or at least nosy?

When I finished the Act of Contrition prayer, Jacobs said to me, "You enjoy those men in your thoughts, don't you?"

"Thank you, Father. Have a good day."

"You like their essences in your mouth, don't you?," his voice was deep, macho, and masculine. I could imagine how buff and muscular he looked shirtless. His torso full of muscles and testosterone.

I left the small, cubic, room. Shocked. Did Father Jacobs know that it was me? I've never had a priest talk to me like that, before.

 

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Possible pictures of priest.

The priest's chest??

 

[Rickrock]

What a story, and pictures too. Thanks for sharing.

 

[88Jockstraps]

What a story, and pictures too. Thanks for sharing.

Thanks, Rockrock!

 

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Father Jacobs finished the woman's confession. Her vulnerable voice quivering after confession she had cheated on her husband two weeks ago.

"And now you can go in peace, God bless."

"Thank you, father. You too."

Father Jacob's cock was throbbing beneath his grey briefs. His now full eight inch penis filled with blood. His prick was moving up, and down, in excitement. He needed release, fast. He remembered the young man confessing about his desires for other men. Jacobs walked out of his own cubicle and walked out of the church.

He had thoughts of penises, dicks, man meat. Every thought of the masculine physique he could think of. He thought of the young man he held the door for. The young man must have been about 19 years old, but looked a few years younger. His dick pulsated and the veins in his penis throbbed with excitement.

Father Jacobs now walked up the spiral staircase, glad no one could see his dirty, meaty, dick. He walked into his office door and closed it. He locked it quickly.

He then unbuttoned his black pants and put his grey briefs down. His cock popping out of his underwear. He remembered the young man's voice in the confessions room, and suspected he may be the same young man he held the door for before that.

He grabbed his testicles, they were full, big, and they hurt. He then started jerking off furiously! He thought about the church's football team, 18 year old Seniors and their broad shoulders. He thought of their soiled jockstraps and dirty, grass stained, uniforms. He thought of some of the older men from his church, their hairy chests, their deep voices, and their veiny arms. His jacking became faster, and more furious.

And then it happened. He shot ten shots of sperm. His nuts shooting out all his frustrations and tightness. There was sperm everywhere. On his desk, on the floor, and some on the walls. He put his pants back on and cleaned it all up with tissues.

His whole body relaxed. But all he could think of was the young man he held the door for. His tight, young, and tiny, 5'6" frame. The young man's sky blue eyes. The scared little look on the vulnerable young man's face.

"Dear God, forgive me." And he sat back and kissed the cross around his neck. He sighed, knowing that blue eyes were enought to make him go crazy, make him sweat, and stiff, stiff as his 48 year old body could get.

 

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The church bell rung as I was on the ladder. I was painting the dark brown walls on a sunny Sunday afternoon. I had my shirt off on that hot spring day. My curly brown hair shined in the April afternoon.

There were two other young guys, around my age, like nineteen years old at the most. They were taller than me, one was about six feet. The other, about five feet eleven. Their muscles glistened in the hot sun. The six feet one was a sexy Mexican guy, his back shoulders clearly showing his strength and flesh. The five feet eleven was white, like me, but I could see that his penis was erect, sticking out from the crotch area of his jeans. His torso had an amazing V shape, from his broad shoulders, thin waist, and puffed out pectorials.

"That's enough for today, boys!" Father Jacobs shouted at the three of us.
"Okay, Jacobs!" We all shouted.
"Jeremy, I want you to finish those last five inches. Please stay until you finish that."
"Okay, Father Jacobs."

The two other young men had left the room. The scent of paint filling my nostrils.

"You doing okay, Jeremy?" Jacobs eyed me. A look of concern on his face.
"Oh, I'm fine. It's just so hot today," I said. A bit tired from all the painting.
"There's something else that's hot in this room," Jacobs said, he put his right hand between my pecs.
My mind was in shocked. "Father, I'm not sure what you're doing."
I was fighting back an erection, his strong and firm hands rubbing both my pecs now.

"Don't fight it, just give in," Father Jacobs said, his deep voice vibrating.
"Father, I can't.....," my jeans were now a little bigger. My 18 year old prick posting through.
He kissed my neck, his warm mouth rubbing against my skin. "You smell sooooo gooooooooood," Father Jacobs whispered, his deep voice flowing through my ears.
"Uh father, I can't. It's not right," I said, but his right arm was around my right thigh, now. He rubbed it. I was now weak to his touches. My erection now at full length.

"Get down here, Jeremy. Don't hide your stiffness from me. Let me see it," Father Jacobs said.

And I slowly stepped down from the ladder steps.

Roughly twenty seconds later, I was down from the steps. Jacobs' hairy forarms welcomed me in his arms. His hairy arms caressed my back as we frenched. I could feel how firm and strong his arms were, he smelled of cologne.

"Just let it out, Jeremy," his hand was rubbing my cock now.
"OOOhhhhhhhhhh, father,.........," I moaned lustfully.
"It's a blessing to feel such a delicate beauty in my arms," Jacobs' tongue was rubbing against mine, very roughly.
We tongue fucked for what felt like many minutes. By the end we were rubbing our crotches together. I could smell the strong man meat in his pants, his scent was so strong, I could sniff the musk all the way to my nostrils.....

 

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We kept rubbing our crotch against each other. We continued tongue fucking each other.

And suddenly, a loud moan, "OOooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, dear God!!!"
His moan was in unison with the wet spot on his crotch. His bulging penis resting against mine. The wet spot around Father Jacob's dick grew a little more.

Father Jacobs rested his head against my neck, his penis now flaccid. My dick, on the other hand, was still stiff and aroused.
"I'm so sorry, Jeremy, I came too soon."
"It's okay, I honestly didn't know what we were going to do and if I even wanted to do it," I said. I could still smell the cologne from his body. Which didn't help my erection at all.
"I wish I could get you off right now, but I have a meeting downtown today. I, I, I'll see you around," he looked down at his crotch, whimpered a little, and then covered it in what I believed to be embarrassment.
"I'll see you father!"
He didn't look me in the eyes, or anything. He just nodded quickly, and left.
I need to figure out if he knew that I was the one in the cubicle that day. If he knew that it was me.
There I was, aroused, stiff, and poking out. God I needed to jack off!


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[Friend1720]

To make him so absolutely predatory seems to indicate a bad relationship with at least one priest. Sad, as there are few such bastards compared to the swarming masses among other men. This would be so much better(?) with less predatory and more simple falling in love.

 

[88Jockstraps]

To make him so absolutely predatory seems to indicate a bad relationship with at least one priest. Sad, as there are few such bastards compared to the swarming masses among other men. This would be so much better(?) with less predatory and more simple falling in love.

Hi, Friend1720.

Yes, I was in a lustful mood when I thought of this story. So yeah, it shows that this story is more about carnal desires, rather than emotional love.

Thanks for commenting, though!

 

[88Jockstraps]

"Father, have you ever talked about dirty things during a confession?"

"I'm not sure what you're getting at."

"I went to a confession one time, and this priest spoke with me.....in a very dirty way. He asked me about details about a time I pleasured another man. He talked about enjoying a man's seed and a man's masculinity and essence. I was shocked!"

"Oh, I, I, I.....," Father Jacob's eyes bulged and his cheeks were a little red now.

"I didn't want to admit it, but I was aroused."

"Did he at least end the confession with your penances?"

"Yes, but I was super horned up after that confession. I had to go home and releave myself," I sighed after saying this.

"Sometimes a man is a man, and he needs to express his desires. Perhaps that priest was just having a day of weakness."

"Well, I'd say," I guffawed, trying to steady myself on the stool.

To be continued.....

 

[88Jockstraps]

Father Jacob and his son bond

It was a snowy mid-December day. There was already three inches of snow on the ground. I held the cherry pie in my hand. My mother had baked it for me to give to Father Jacobs. His house was a normal two story, blue, American four-square house. I put one foot in front of the other. I steadied the pie in both of my gloved hands.

A bark came about six yards away from me. Then it came. The dog ran towards me. "Oh God! Please go away!"

I grasped the pie tighter and walked forward. The golden retriever still came forward, for me. I then 'walked-run.' I was about two feet from the stairs when my bottom hit the cement. "Ugh! Aww, fuck!"

It hurt. The pie dropped and the dog was now on top of me, with me lying down on the snow. The golden retriever licked my face. "Oh great, I just used my cleanser this morning!"

And then, a deep voice came a few feet away, "He likes you."

"Well, I'm not sure I'm a fan of him," I pointed to the dog.

"You're Jeremy, aren't you?" the guy looked young, like in his early twenties. He looked like Father Jacobs, but roughly twenty years younger. He was about 6'4" and a chisled hunk.

"Yeah, yeah,.....I'm Jeremy," I almost whispered.

"Here, let me help you up," the young man put one of his huge hands under my upper back and the other under my legs. I could feel how firm his hands were, I could feel his strength, his energy, shooting from his body.

"Uh, thanks, you don't really have.....," and he carried me to the porch seat.

"Uh, is that your pie, man?" the stud said.

"Yeah, I....."

"I'm Brandon, by the way. My dad really likes you, for some reason. You're about as tall as his wife, my mother!"

"My pie, actually, my mother made it, not me."

And Brandon walked towards the box, "Nah, your pie, or your mom's pie, will be fine. Thank God it's in a box."

"Oh, that's good. My ass hurts, though," I messaged my bottom cheeks.

"Haha," Brandon smiled at me; his brown eyes shining.

"Well, is your father here yet?" I asked the hunk.

"Yeah, he's in his upstairs office. I'll help you in," and he offered his firm hand out. His eyes shining and his smile, at least to me, seemed almost teasing.

"Thanks, man," I said. Thanks, man? You never say that, Jeremy. What the hell is wrong with you? Are you a bro now?

"I'll get your pie after I get you in," his right arm was around my right upper arm. It almost felt like he was copping a feel, his hand up my sleeve, rubbing my arm subtly, as he helped me walk. His other arm was around my stomach. His hand felt warm, electricity from his hand going up my belly.

And then we were both in the house. "Um, you should probably sit on the couch. My dad will be down soon."

"Thanks, don't forget my pie!" I joked.

"Hey Cherry, get off that pie!" Brandon yelled at the dog, which was licking the top of the pie box. He grabbed the box and ran back in the house. He put the latch on the lock. "Is it still whole?" I asked Brandon.

"Yeah, it's fine. Cherry, I mean, she's such a bad dog sometimes! A little brat!"

"Thanks for saving my pie," I said.

"Here," Brandon helped me the box. I was fearful of looking at how 'whole' the pie was inside.

"I'm just going to calm down here. My bottom still hurts," I told Brandon.

"Here's the remote, I'm going upstairs to finish my studying, I'll see you around, Jeremy," the hunk looked at me, his warm and manly voice making my body vibrate.

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Father Jacobs was in a basketball uniform. His biceps were bulging out of his uniform with his armpits showing some hair. He wasn't extremely hairy, or anything like that. But he had a moderate enough amount of hair that I could see he was 'well made' of testosterone. "Hey, if I could see you upstairs in my office."

"Sure, Father Jacobs!" And I jumped up from my seat.

We both walked upstairs, the wood beneathe my feet creaking. Father Jacobs smiled at me, his chiseled jawbone smirking at me. A little too friendly for a priest at a church. He was ahead of me by a few feet and I stared at his shining red pants, and his round ass was sticking out of his basketball pants. My prick stirred.

"Please sit down, Jeremy," Father Jacobs said. He was behind his desk now, the smell of his armpits flying into my nostrils as he was now fully down on his chair.

"Sure, what did you want to talk about this afternoon?" I smiled at him demurely.

"There's talk about the church, Jeremy."

"Talk?"

"Yes, talk. Talk that me and you are having an affair. Talk that I like other guys. Talk that I like college aged guys. And talk that I flirt with some of the males at church."

"I, I, I'm so sorry, Jacobs. It's probably partly my fault. I can be a bit of a flirt when I'm nervous. I'm like that around handsome men," my feet were shaking now.

Father Jacobs stood up and walked towards me. He put his right hand on the right side of my face, "It was never your fault, little guy. I'm older than you, I should be able to control myself more."

He rubbed his hand on my cheek and on my neck. His hand felt so warm and firm around my face and neck. "It's just, I like older men, Father. I liked you since the first time I saw you."

"I did too, Jeremy. A look at those eyes and the veins on my prick just throbs like they're on fire!," Jacobs' right leg was on my black chair, between my thighs. His leg was so beefy and manly. The muscles on his calves pulsed as the musky sport shoe just smelled like stink and sweat.

"Father, this isn't helping. I get weak when you're this close to me!" Jacobs was kissing my neck now.

"Oh, shut up, Jeremy," his warm and masculine lips were kissing my arm now. He rubbed my arm with his hand as he sucked on the skin of my arm.

I didn't care at that moment. I kissed him back. My lips were on his bicep, tasting it. We both kissed each other; Jacobs' lips were now on my shoulder.

I moved my lips from his bicep and moved to his leg, that was still on my chair. I licked and kissed the sweat and musk from his bulging calf. My penis was now so hard I swore I would cum soon. "Mmmmm, you taste so good," I said to Father Jacobs.

"The same for you," his tongue was now on my neck, again.

"Your sweat tastes like a man," I moaned. My tongue on his leg.

Father Jacobs continued kissing my neck. His lips felt so warm on my body and his lips now traveled to my shoulder. He undid my black shirt and kissed and caressed with his mouth. His hand undid my shoulder like I was a 'lady', or a woman.

I took his shoe off and sniffed the inside of it. "Yeah, that's right. Smell how manly the dirt and the musk is," Jacobs said. His other hand now on his cock. He was now fully erect.

As I smelled his shoe, Father Jacobs levelled me up to his mouth. And we tongued each other like two beasts.

"Oh Father, fuck me! Put your essence in me! Just penetrate yourself into me! Just fuck me!," I moaned.

Jacobs tongued me; I could taste his spirit and his muskiness on my tongue. "It's okay, little Jeremy. I'll keep you safe! I'll protect you from those jealous and loud people!"

Jacobs grasped my right leg and rubbed his hand up my pants. He rubbed it like I was some tart or prostitute he met on the street. We both continued to tongue-fuck. Our breathing getting heavier and heavier.

And then, "What the fuck?" And there was Brandon. Standing with his jaw dropping in front of us! Jacobs' hand was now on my ass.

 

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Father Jacobs' eyes became big, "Brandon, it's not what you think!"
"Then what is it then?," his mouth still wide open.
"It doesn't matter, I want you to help Jeremy with his injury. He really needs your help now," Jacobs messaged my bottom a bit too hard.
"Ow!!!," I shouted.
"I'm so sorry, I was just.....,"Father Jacobs said.
"Come on, Jeremy, I'll get you feeling better in no time," Brandon's head nodded to me to follow him.
I looked at father for a bit, then went towards Brandon. He put his hand behind my back.

I laid on the bed with my buttcheeks bare. We were in Brandon's room. I was breathing steadily, my chest laying against the mattress. "You okay?," Brandon asked me.
"Yeah, I'm fine. What about you?" An awkward silence blew between us.
Brandon replied, "You don't have to be embarassed, you know that?"
"I, I, I, I just made out with your father. I don't exactly feel dignified and deserving of your help very much, right now."
"My father's a grown man, he shouldn't have pushed you into doing that," Brandon was getting the oil ready in his hand.
"I'm not exactly an infant, you know that, right?"
Brandon rubbed the oil in both of his hands, "You ready for the oil?"
"Sure."
"I'm gonna start at the bottom," the stud said.
I sighed. I grabbed a pillow a few feet in front of me. I then lay my head upon it, relaxing.
I felt his thumbs rubbing around the bottom of my gluts. His fingers felt so warm.
"You okay, man?" Brandon asked me.
"I'm doing good."
His hands were fully on my bottom now. I could feel how firm his grip was. I could also feel how caring his caresses were. It was as if a flow of warmth was shooting through my bloodstream.
"UUhhh," I moaned, embarrassingly.
"It's okay, just let go. You don't have to hold back around me," his hands felt like they were trying to engulf my bottom. They felt sensual and strong around my cheeks.
I could feel my prick stiffening now. I was already almost fully hard.
"It's okay, just sit back and relax," Brandon's deep voice, manly and warm, vibrated through my back.
He continued rubbing, caressing, and touching my bottom, almost like my cheeks were like food.
I wanted to moan, but held back. But I then felt a finger inserted into my anus. It felt thick and warm.
"Brandon? Uuhhh," I asked him and moaned in a little bit of pain.

"AAaaahhhhhhhhh, man. What the hell?" I questioned Brandon.
"I just need to loosen your ass muscles a little bit," his finger was now out of my hole.
"Is that your excuse?"

"Just let me oil your bottom a bit, first."
And he did just that. His firm and warm hands spread around my skin, needing it. I swear, at times, his lips were only a hair from my mouth. As if he was trying to taste my lips without touching them.
"Dude, you do that one more time, I'm not talking to you ever again, okay?" I told Brandon.
"Alright, alright, dude. I promise. I won't," and he went on massaging my ass with oil.
Brandon was a hot hunk, but I couldn't just let him do whatever he wanted to me just because he was cute.
"Awww, man. That feels sooooooooooooo good," I moaned.
Brandon's mouth was close to my mouth again. This time I kissed his lips. He stuck his tongue in my mouth.
"I wanted it this since you stood in this house!" Brandon said, then stuck his tongue down my throat again.
We tongued and I felt my penis thicken and harden.
Brandon took his tongue out and then pecked me on the cheek. He took one of my hands, then put it on my crotch. He rubbed my hand up and down on his pole.
"Ohh, fuck yeah!" Brandon moaned. I felt the mushroom head hard, and big, and I could smell the musk from his crotch. His penis was throbbing and getting bigger. His penis was mostly hard now, and his piece of meat was stiffening, his penis was like a horse, animalistic, raw, musky, veiny, and erect. He was showing his pride through his pants. His dick was now fully hard, all ten inches. The veins from his penis showing through the waist of his pants.
His pride was now throbbing and his penis head, red. He was like a horse in heat. His pride showing what a man he was.

My hand was still on his rod and he let go of my hand. "Let's get you hard, man," Brandon said, smiling. His hunky white teeth smiling at me. He got on his knees and then put a hand on my prick.

 

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Brandon's balls were elevating up and down inside his scrotum. His nuts looked like they were going to pop from desire, sweatiness, and firmness. His eyes rolled all the way back in his eye sockets, exposing only white. His dick was fully erect. It looked like the tower from where I sat.

 

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Brandon's balls were elevating up and down inside his scrotum. His nuts looked like they were going to pop from desire, sweatiness, and firmness. His eyes rolled all the way back in his eye sockets, exposing only white. His dick was fully erect. It looked like the eiffel tower from where I sat.

We both moved our hands up and down our shafts. Both men's penises throbbing with blood.

"Uh, fuck me! Just fuck me!" Brandon screamed.

"I want you to fuck me, just not today! My ass hurts from falling," I said as I jerked him off.

"Uh! Man! I'm gonna pop! I'm gonna squirt!!," And he did just that. Twelve shots of sperm exploded out of his manhood. I could smell the musk from his crotch as he shot out all his frustration and lust.

I gawked at his bulging biceps as his hands moved up and down his penis. His biceps, and his broad shoulders were beautiful. And I gasped as I shot ten squirts, myself. "AAaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!," I shouted as I ejaculated.

We both kissed each other. And I tasted each inch of his mouth. I tasted how warm, firm, and masculine his essence was.

We kissed and the room door blasted open. Father Jacobs stood in front of us.

 

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Brandon's balls were elevating up and down inside his scrotum. His nuts looked like they were going to pop from desire, sweatiness, and firmness. His eyes rolled all the way back in his eye sockets, exposing only white. His dick was fully erect. It looked like the eiffel tower from where I sat.

We both moved our hands up and down our shafts. Both men's penises throbbing with blood.

"Uh, fuck me! Just fuck me!" Brandon screamed.

"I want you to fuck me, just not today! My ass hurts from falling," I said as I jerked him off.

"Uh! Man! I'm gonna pop! I'm gonna squirt!!," And he did just that. Twelve shots of sperm exploded out of his manhood. I could smell the musk from his crotch as he shot out all his frustration and lust.

I gawked at his bulging biceps as his hands moved up and down his penis. His biceps, and his broad shoulders were beautiful. And I gasped as I shot ten squirts, myself. "AAaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!," I shouted as I ejaculated.

We both kissed each other. And I tasted each inch of his mouth. I tasted how warm, firm, and masculine his essence was.

We kissed and the room door blasted open. Father Jacobs stood in front of us.

"Brandon! Get off him," Jacobs said.

"I think it's better that he's with me. Don't you think it's more age appropriate?" Brandon said loudly, almost like an animal getting territorial with its mate.

"We kissed first," Jacobs shouted. He took off his shirt. His chest was sticking out proudly. His hairy chest reminding Jeremy of an animal.

"Dad, you're not even supposed to be with Jeremy. He's part of the congregation. He's a kid going to your church!"

"I'm not a kid! I'm eighteen years old!," I said. Brandon put his beefy bicep, his arm, around me. And he hugged me tightly.

"Get away from my son, Jeremy. He's slept with both woman and men. I gave you my body, first."

"You've slept with all of the College-aged guys in our church! Rumor is going around the community," Brandon said.

"I've only slept with two young men. Both over eighteen!"

"I like Jeremy. I consider him a potential friend!"

"I like Jeremy too. But he's not yours!"

"Whoa, wait a minute," I said, putting my long pants back on. I had been putting my clothes back on slowly, as both men spoke. "Nobody owns me! I'm my own person!"

"Jeremy, it's not like that," Brandon said. It's just. I don't want my father to sleep with another young guy. He admitted to me that he slept with seven guys from the last church he left."

"And I've only slept with two young men this time. We've been at this church for nine years."

To be continued.....

 

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I'm going to start a new series soon. I'm not feeling this one anymore, LOL!

I think that I write my best when I'm horny. Peace y'all.