Date: Tue, 21 Feb 2012 12:34:37 +0000
From: HomelessCub ... <homelesscub@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Lose Control - Chapter Three: Priest Edwards' Holy Water 3/4

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Lose Control

Chapter Three: Priest Edwards' Holy Water

	The time had come for my meeting with Priest Edwards at his church,
giving those in his list a half day at school for most to rejoice, most
except me. To be honest a half day at school had become the last thing I
wanted since it meant I would lose a day with Mr. Vargas, something neither
of us wanted for various reasons. As I met him in private before leaving,
unable to undergo our usual business around the other as instead he warned
me one last time about the priest. Trying to keep my mind cool and collect
about the situation soon to unfold in the priests office, locked away from
the view of others, before letting me leave, waiting for me to open the
door before giving me a cryptic promise. Telling me that if something
should go wrong for me to phone me upon happening and he would stop Priest
Edwards in a manner he neglected to explain to me. Instead falling silent
to watch me leave his office with the door slamming shut, leaving him alone
as he groaned out upon getting up from his desk to move towards the door
and lock it for the time being. Freeing him from the rest of the school for
the moment, all too busy with their work to need his assistances, allowing
him to unlock his hidden drinks cabinet and pour himself out a nice cooling
drink, to take his mind of his troubles before heading back over to his
desk. Sipping on the glass, with a sigh escaping his lips for the first,
far from the last, of the day as far as he made himself comfortable in his
chair once more, usually a place of power and currently one in the aim of
his pleasure. Undoing his belt and pulling down his zipper to take out his
cock and leave it resting in his fly while he unlocked the bottom drawer on
his desk and took out a desk to pop it into his computer. Ready to view
another recorded video of my father to get his rocks off in the annoyance
that it would not be me between his legs today. Being the one instead to
fish out his cock from his day old underwear, only after soaking them in my
drool and gaining his permission to, then, work it over in our daily
routine until he would let me swallow his cum to drink his bitter juices of
life. Mr. Vargas getting off on the pleasure that both a father and son
having both taken his cum down their throats, willingly and more than once
in their own pleasure for helping a man many hated getting off
sexually. Giving birth to a fantasy, one-day soon reality, of getting us
both together in a hotel room for the plans of a new video, ideas already
being made as to who he would cast to help fill the scenes with able cocks
to give us the sperm we desired. Knowing full well once the video was made
he would never have to hold it over our heads in blackmail in order to get
us to play along with him in whatever sexual manner his twisted mind came
up with for us to perform in order to spill his cum in aim for our hungry
mouths.
	I sat outside Priest Edwards study, waiting for the last person,
currently stuck in session with him, to leave and effectively leave me
alone with the man since I seemed to be the last to arrive at his
church. The rest seemingly happy to rush out of school over any excuse with
the knowledge that being seen by Priest Edwards would get them the day off
without being in trouble with their parents and all because of the priests
word of mouth. As the student soon came out of the office, waiting for the
door to shut before claiming how easy it was to lie to the man, any excuse
necessary to quickly the pace in order to escape, and all with a
grin. Leaving me next as he wished me luck, clutching onto a piece of paper
he would hand to his parents to prove that he had done as instructed before
leaving to whatever would take him throughout the day.
	Everything began as expected, with me listening to what I assumed
to be the standard lecture and questions being asked to me by Priest
Edwards, at times sounding a little too by the book to not have something
else on his mind. As my suspicions came to fruition about an hour into our
meeting, I still stuck in the study where I am sure everyone else had long
since forgotten about since they seemed to have only spent under ten
minutes inside the place. Leaving me somewhat as a special case of his as
his questions began to change, becoming more intrusive and some down right
dirty in their sexual nature, that seemed to scare him off my
answers. Never giving me enough time to answer the multiple questions as he
would instead cough out, acting embarrassed over the questions he let slip,
and then change the subject to something more pure only to return to his
true nature once he felt safe. An inner battle of sorts seemingly playing
out inside his body, with one side slowly winning against his better nature
to give into a craving that had been itching his body and, in his mind,
damning his soul in the hopes of cleansing to save him from damnation. As
it finally won out, forcing him from his chair, wiping the sweat from his
brow with a handkerchief he placed back in his pocket while he made his way
to lock the door. Sealing us to our faith that had crossed paths once
before and now seemed locked together in a plan that would play out in a
manner to please one of us and quench the other in a moment later seen with
guilt.
	"I saw you that day, I know because you saw me looking into your
eyes with cum on your face." Priest Edwards stated, turning from the door
to stare me down as I, in turn, turned to look back at him. Stuck with the
truth facing me pointblank and with no escape, par from jumping out of a
closed window and injuring myself to further questioning and suddenly with
bigger balls than I should have had in that situation. "Did you like doing
something so sinful?" He asked me, this time sounding haunted by the answer
he was hoping would escape my lips in a bid to help free him from a grasp
that still had a hold over him spiritually.
	"Yes I did, because I know it to be part of my nature." My answer
surprising both him and myself in a form that could bring about more
trouble than anything for me, not that I could have figured that out at
that moment. As I focused on Priest Edwards, watching my answer turn his
face red a little over a confession that had him fix himself through his
robes before sitting down to avoid me seeing something he would regret more
than I would.
	"...What about it did you like? I mean what about your actions
would make you so willing to admit to such a thing?" He asked, stumbling
over his words and now seeming lost over something he could not control. A
nature to find out something he lusted after himself yet lived in fear over
the wrong person finding out to destroy his career and blacklist him from
the only life his family raised him to know.
	"The feeling of his beating cock in my mouth, knowing that I was
the one giving him pleasure in front of those unknowing witnesses. The
taste of his bitter cum, his very seed given to me by him instead of a
woman like many men and women preach it to be. Giving me something
forbidden from the man to feed my own selfish hunger in an act I would
never apologize for." I explained, losing myself in the moment that burned
my body in my own growing lusts over the time growing closer to when I
would be alone with Mr. Vargas. My body beginning to scream out for what it
would miss this day, much to its and my annoyance. As I looked over at him
once more to find him lost himself, one hand missing and, by the judgment
of his actions, seemed to be stroking his cock in a bid to remain secret,
yet losing that battle a little too openly. Freeing Mr. Vargas and me from
my confessions and giving me a light to his cryptic promise of being able
to help if trouble should arise. He knew about the priest and at that
moment, I was beginning to believe a lot more men that just Mr. Vargas knew
about him in an almost intimate manner.
	"You disgusting perverted old man!" I growled out, surprising him
and playing to the needs I was beginning to realize he had pent up in his
mind. As I got up from my chair, no need for worry about the door since he
had himself locked us in and lead us to the moment, I planned on riding
out, to move closer to him. Listening to the sounds of his protests, trying
to sound strong as he demanded to know what I was doing and why I was
coming so close to him. Forcing me to snap at the man and show him with my
actions instead of words, as my hand reached down inside his robe,
revealing he had already kicked his trousers off and threw them under the
table. As my hand pushed his own away for me to grip his chubby little
cock, a gasp escaping his mouth and putting an end to his protesting to
leave his words than more than a man in heat babbling in a caving
manner. Giving into his, own neglected needs once more, seeming too
far-gone to think about the consequences he would later complain forced him
away from the place, for me to have my wicked way with him as we both
longed for, though he would still not admit to such a perverted thing at
that moment in space and time.
	"You really are nothing better than those you claim to be trying to
save from an eternal hell over actions you yourself commit when no one else
is looking." I said in the form of another growl, a new confidence coming
over me and once more reminding me of my father in a sense that would shock
me later upon reflection over how bold I could be in an unplanned
moment. As I let go of him, shoving his chair out from his desk to get a
better view of the man in his robe, making me lick my lips at the nervous
site as my left hand traced over his body to gap open the robe. Revealing
his stout and fur covered body, so dense you could barely make out his
nipples or belly button and ticking more than one box when it came to my
tastes as I found the priest playing to both of my own needs. A body
portraying a glimpse of my father and a scared need to bring out the more
dominating side of myself that stayed quite for others to use me as the
submissive side of me hungered for repeatedly. As I got down on my knees to
stare directly at his third eye, noting another person circumcised in my
growing list of cocks, before I took him in my mouth. A little smaller than
my fathers and mine, yet chubby enough to leave it the perfect size to deep
throat and simply have you way with in order to milk it offs it
sacrilegious juices. As my hand caressed his balls, tracing a finger down
the line in the middle to teasing head for his rosebud before heading back
up and gripping them, acting like a cock ring minus the cock to leave him
crying out. Sounding in pain by my actions yet never begging me to stop,
instead whispering to him about how much of a perverted man he really was
and how only someone truly like him could understand. As all too soon I
felt him reaching his end, his body heaving and his fur matting to his body
over the sweat that dripping of the man in a copious amount, giving me a
hope that his cum would match the amount as I pulled away and slapped his
balls to order him to calm down. Leaving him babbling to himself, again
whispers this time sounding almost like a prayer for forgiveness before I
silenced him by once more, slapping on his gripped balls, forcing the pain
to stop him from speaking unless ordered to by me first.
	"Do you want this?" I asked, no demanded to know, somewhat echoing
his earlier question only in a more authoritative manner.
	"...Yes daddy!" He cried out, forcing a moment of silence over
something I knew was dangerous territory. The authoritative figure in his
life seeming to, still, belong to his father and seeping over to his sex
life to be dominated by men in the dreams that they could have been his
father over either a missed chance or a memory of something once shared.
	"What do you want me to do to you? In addition, be honest! You lie
and you'll be getting my belt across your balls this time." I shouted,
seemingly playing the role of his father as I tried to make the words match
what I assumed would come from his father catching him do something sinful
inside his bedroom when he thought he was alone.
	"...Fuck me, please!" He begged, sounding in a whisper that made
the man blush from the slutty confession. "I'm nothing but a dirty sinner,
daddy and need you to punish me." His confessions continued, detailing his
desires in an almost crying manner as if being scalded by his father in
person. A memory playing out over something in his past I could not see,
leaving me simply playing along in imagination for his, deep imbedded,
needs to be satisfied as I watched him slid down a little on his
chair. Exposing to me his hairy, chubby ass, a perfect specimen that almost
begged, like the rest of his body, to be, eaten in an almost animalistic
sexual manner that was beginning to cloud both our minds and take control
over our bodies. Fueling his sociological fantasies to new heights, in
which I simply became a supporting character, a shadowy figure used to mask
the image of his late father and play the role given to me.
	"Do you like it when daddy treats you like this?" I asked, tracing
a finger over his right cheek in a gentle manner.
	"Yes daddy, more daddy!" He begged me, lost in the fantasy that
made me chuckle out, sounding off different to his mind in a tone that no
longer matched my own.
	"Then be a good boy and help daddy out of his clothing." I ordered,
a gentle yet commanding tone escaping my lips to fuel the flames in his
eyes as he rose from the chair. Around my own height, yet almost trying to
force himself to look up to me as if I towered over him, as he helped me,
undoing my belt and pulling down my zipper to see me in my fathers
jockstrap. Trying to rub my growing erection before I let out a small
growl, scaring him off the temptation as he continued like ordered to do
so. Helping me free of my bottoms to fold them neatly over his desk before
he sat back down in his chair and slid down once more, his ass even more
visible to my know as I looked him in the eyes to find him pinching his
nipple with his mouth a gap.
	"Daddies little slut, aren't we?" I asked, making him coo over the
thought, as I stroked his cheek with my thumb, treating him sweetly as I
imagined his father would in the given situation. Before I got down on his
knees, my eyes tracing over his chubby body, noting the black and grew fur
that matched the remaining hair on his head, a beautiful color to only make
his body that much more desirable if his type of body be your own
craving. "Well then since you have been such a good boy in helping daddy
with what he has asked. I think I should reward you the only way your daddy
can." I continued in his father's voice, at least to his ears, as I moved
closer to his lower body, my hands parting his cheeks to reveal his sweaty
rosebud. A glistening beauty that gave me a strong craving to eat, it
looking so pink and innocent despite what I was still figuring out about
the priest to state otherwise about his activities outside of God's view.
	"You want daddy to kiss it better?" I asked, my own voice becoming
raspy as I licked my lips in anticipation.
	"Please daddy, just like back home every Sunday at your church." he
whimpered, revealing a little more of his past to show he had continued on
in his fathers career and may have also continued on in his perverted
secrets. As his words were all the encouragement I needed, if that was even
necessary as I shoved my face in his cheeks, licking his rosebud with my
fat tongue incessantly until the think caved and parted for me to enter
him. Leaving the man whimper and in turn me moaning over the taste of his
sweet little rosebud, expertly cleaned to prove I was not meant to be the
first today to have their way with his needy hole.
	"Hmm, now just who where you waiting for?" I asked, hinting at both
anger and curiosity to peak both the needy and scared sides to his
role-playing.
	"Nobody daddy, I swear!" He said, his voice trembling a little to
go and display the guilt in his voice, the lie he willingly told to the one
person he should know better than to willingly lie too. As his tainted
words angered me, bringing out the more domineering side to me that would
only really come out when around him, never going further in the pursuit
off being the dominating one in a relationship or with the different men; I
would meet in my years to come. By forcing a growl from my mouth, a booming
tone that sounded off more like my father to scare him from lying to me
once more as my hand, wet because of the fingers I licked, slapped each of
his chubby cheeks until they were red and sensitive to my touch.
	"Don't you dare lie to you daddy, boy? I can see through the lies
that escape your mouth and you should know by now I am the one man that you
can never fool." I growled at him, knowing my voice would go only heard by
him since we were alone in the church for the time being as I looked down
at him to find him trembling a little. Looking as if ready to cry, almost
picturing himself having angered his father all those years ago in his mind
that almost made me want to break character and play sweet with him, a more
loving embrace kind of deed that my mind rejected quickly. Noting that this
was what he wanted, any other emotion at this moment would ruin the scene
and put an end to everything before it had really begun.
	"I'm sorry, daddy...really! I never want to make you angry at me,
it hurts me to see you disappointed in me and all I want is to please you."
He cried out, his body begging to please me as I found his hand stroking
his cock making a smile appear on my face. A new idea born of the moment as
my hand moved to take his away from his cock, giving it a forceful tug to
make him gasp out before my hands moved back to his ass, tracing over the
red marks left by my previous slapping.
	"Oh that's daddies little boy. How about I kiss the sore spot
better, now?" I whispered, a far little tone that before to make him coo
back his answer, again forcing a chuckle out of my lips as I moved back
down to his ass. Kissing each cheek several times to make up for the pain I
inflicted on him before I parted them once more and my hungry won over, my
face diving in to continue eating his delicious ass. Completely forgetting
about the question I had originally asked him and leaving it unanswered, as
I guessed he had wanted all along.  Instead focusing on his needs once
more, continuing to push his body further with both my tongue and my
fingers until I found myself easily sliding in three, him only wincing a
little over my chubby fingers that soon left him crying out for more in the
form of my cock. Him apparently finding my actions to be nothing more than
a tease to his, sweating, glistening mass that he called his body and which
left my own cock unable to go soft or rest when near his naked
presence. Something of which many would consider disgusting and yet
something that drew me to him like a moth to a flame, knowing I was doing
something forbidden with a priest and still imagining him in his robes and
now wishing to secretly suck his cock while he was speaking to his church
on a Sunday morning. An idea we would live out years later before he
retired and we would instead life out our fantasies with each other locked
away in his basement, something he had spent a lot of money on to design
the perfect hidden sex dungeon, a far cry from what people on the outside
would expect from him.
	I rose away from his body, trying to control my own animal lust
that was bordering on forcing control over my body to, in turn, take
control over his body by snapping a switch in my mind to make me force him
up from the chair, almost shoving him over the desk. Words no longer need
to explain was we both needed as I came around behind him, standing before
the chair, him never moving away from me and instead simply breathing
heavily against the desk in waiting, and rubbing my bare cock between his
cheeks. Making sure, he could feel me so close to what he wanted and yet
still so far away to make him cry out like a bitch in heat for the thing
his body craved after. Before I would spit down on my cock, working it over
to leave the thing slippery to my touch, and then use my hands to part his
cheeks, again marveling at the sheer beauty of the things for just a moment
before pressing the head of my cock against his rosebud. Forcing another
whimper to escape his lips as, using the little skills I knew in this
department, I pressed forward, and watching in wonder my head slowly
popping inside his ass. The sound of us both sighing out in unison filling
the room, something he had long since been use too and me experiencing
something new for the first time, the feeling of a willing ass working my
cock to leave my own body demanding more. As I tired to wait for his body
to relax, considering my girth and willingly expect more of my cock before
my inexperience took over, my head too deep in something my body was not
use too. By making me sink further into his ass, the feeling of him
contracting over my cock and groaning out from the invasion taking over my
body, a new me taking charge if just for this encounter to shut off my mind
completely to my animal instinct. Heightening my sense and alerting me to
both of our needs to make sure neither of us went neglected in this heated
moment of lust, passion and boiling underneath love based on both of our
own fathers.
	I fucked his needy ass just as he needed; reading the signs of his
body to pick up the pace and ram his ass in the moments allowed before he
would switch and beg for a gentler and almost loving pace that he had
always dreamed would come from his daddy. All the while working the other
parts of his body, pinching his nipples until the point the cried out for
clamps, giving me their location before I attached them to him and heard a
loud groan I thought he would cum from alone. Getting close to the mark
that would signal the point of no return and end our fun in a manner I knew
would satisfy neither of us. Forcing me to go against my animal will, by
pulling out of his supple ass and falling back into the chair, it slamming
against the wall and my body now heaving along with the sweat that dripped
from me, somewhat shocking me for only realizing the state of frenzy we had
both worked ourselves into without our minds ever realizing. As I ordered
for him to come closer, trying to portray power in my voice and falling to
my tiring state as I watched him get up from the desk, rubbing his ass as
he turned to face me. Making me grip his cheeks and force him closer as I
took his cock back in my mouth, my fingers continuing to work his ass as I
let him fuck my face, his words calling out for his daddy to take it and
swallow the seed that could have one day been his grandchild. His eyes now
shut to the world and his hands gripping the back of my head as I conceded,
not with that much of battle mind you, by letting him cum, using my skills
to get his cock off as I felt his cum hit the back of my throat first
before painting my tongue. A sweet and salty taste tickling my taste buds
to make me milk his chubby little fucker for all it was given as he cried
out loudly non-stop from the moment his cum spilt until his cock slipped
from my mouth and rested atop his balls once more.
	"Now be a good daddy's boy and finish me off son. Your father's a
little tired now." I gasped out, him looking down at me again, smiling at
my request, and muttering his love for his father once more before he
turned his back to me, coming closer to my body to lean back against
me. His right hand lifting my cock and positioning it for his ass before he
sat down on me, sinking onto my cock to wiggle it inside him, making sure
to tease his own prostate before his arm wrapped around my neck and he
fucked away on me, loving the pleasure he could now give to
himself. Bouncing like crazy to make the room fill with the sound of his
ass slapping against me and with said ass milking my cock until he heard me
grunt out and my juices began to fill his ass. Making him clamp down on me
to stop the seed from spilling as he waited until he knew the last dropped
had been milked from my cock before he leaned over and brandished a
butt-plug, now muttering to himself and sounding a little like before this
all began. As he got up off my body and inserted the butt-plug to stop my
seed from spilling out of his ass, and leave it in order to steal a sample
of my own essences to rejuvenate his own body and sexual prowess.
	"...You, you are like me?" He said to me, having remained silent
while we both cleaned the place up and put our clothes back on with him
seeming to have to fix himself more than myself because of my cum churning
in his ass that made it almost comical to watch him trying to sit back down
at his desk.
	"In what sense, that we both like having sex in men?" I asked back,
curious to his explanation and still unable to leave until he assured me of
his silence not just for me but also for Mr. Vargas.
	"No, I mean you understood the issues with my father and I believe
in part played out what you wanted yourself. Your mind taking me as the
visual for your own self and with your body acting like you wanted your
father to treat you in bed, only bordering more on a love like he would
take your mother in their own bed." Priest Edwards told me, expecting his
words to turn my face red and yet finding an unashamed stare staring back
in his face. The truth out in the opening and now my mind being willing to
admit I loved my father in a manner only he could understand. "You need to
be cleansed my son." he added, once more trying to sound professional and
as if trying to save me from the one thing that stalked him most of his
adult life.
	"That's a little hypocritical coming from the perverted man of God!
Who right now is sitting at his desk, my own cum breeding inside his ass?"
My reply, starting in soft and sweet words as I moved over to him to end in
a primal growl that created a brief moment of lust for us to kiss before I
pushed back and moved away from the desk once more. "You would be wise not
to give me orders, and be very wise to keep everything you know about me
too yourself! That is unless you want everyone outside this church to find
out about your own secrets?" I warned, his face turning a little pale as he
coughed out and spluttered a little.
	"You're lying!" He challenged.
	"Am I really? Well let me put it like this you try to burn me to
the community of this town and in turn, I will burn you! Saving face for a
certain someone that won't be named and in face creating a positive to your
negative by placing doubt upon your words in the belief that you were
simply trying to destroy someone who knew about you and your dirty deeds."
I challenged right back showing just how willing I was to take him with me
if it ever came to such a moment in which we would both be the loser in a
game of Russian Roulette with the gun fully loaded and the people of the
town being the ones to pull the trigger. As he caved, silently nodding in
defeat that agreed upon a silence I would not take based upon a simply
agreement. Instead quickly using his equipment to write up a piece of paper
that demanded his silence, detailing everything that was needed to keep it
directly between me and him, with of course Mr. Vargas knowing as my
insurance since I knew I could trust the man better than most would
believe.
	"...Will you please do me one favor?" He called out, stopping me
from leaving as I looked over at him once more without the heat of battle
in my eyes. "Go to the confessional booth, take my place just this once,"
his favor being asked to me.
	"I am no man of God, do the job you were called to do yourself!" I
snapped, not liking the idea of having to listen to someone confess the
so-called sins that had committed during their every day life until the
point I wanted to rip my hair out from boredom.
	"It's not for that purpose! I would never ask just someone of the
street to do such a thing, I still have pride in my work damn it!" He
snapped right back, almost screaming at me and showing his love for the job
that had been his lover after his father. "I have certain people clocked to
a schedule that come to the confessional booth to...suck off and take their
delicious cum down my throat. It is just I am a little tired now myself and
since I know you are like me that is why I am asking you. Now please just
take my place before said person starts to wonder why I am not there before
him and comes here to find us both locked in this office." he asked,
sounding a little desperate to get me in that confessional booth. That if I
were more cynical I would have sworn he was trying to get me to confess and
cleanse my soul. As in turn, I ended up agreeing to his request and left
his office to head down to the booth, arriving before this so-called
stranger to take my place and wait. Finding my hiding spot to be a little
uncomfortable and by chance taking this all too far in a religious sex
manner I was unsure about. After all Priest Edwards had years to get used
to this all and because of his father he incorporated his religion into his
sex life and based everything on both his vows to God and his vows to his
father.
	The mysterious knock came, surprising me out of un-readiness, from
the other side of the confessional leaving me to return the knock only in a
slight alerted manner to give off the impression that I was Priest
Edwards. Ready to do my duty upon those seeking forgiveness with the
revealing of a gloryhole appearing in the wall between us to reveal before
me an uncut cock around four inches and chubby, just like I liked them,
that demanded to be sucked on.
	"Forgive me father for I have sinned!" A voice called out, Priest
Edwards using those old familiar words to his ears for his mind to take it
all in, in a bid to cleanse the person on the other end the true way he
knew how from his fathers teaching. As I got down on my knees to take the
cock in my mouth, the hint of piss lingering around this mans foreskin as
my lips pushed it back, revealing the head inside my mouth for the tongue
to bath. Lapping up its sweat, and sweet tasting aroma to, soon, cover my
tongue with his precum. Yet another man's seed entering my mouth and adding
to the collection I was gather for me in still such a young age. The form
of my old self now changing from a quite old man to a slut of old thing
inside a retirement home playing daily with the other men who are
willing. As I soon felt his reach the end, thrusting in my mouth to force
me to take everything he offered in the form of his cum gushing down my
throat and showing it to be a needy release that had been pent up for
several days. My mouth making sure not to let a drop going to waste as I
drank it up and continued to suck on the head to try and milk him a little
more before I felt it slip from my mouth for the stranger to pull away and
fix himself up. Seeming ready to leave without another worth spoken between
us as I heard his footsteps wonder around the confessional, seeming to
linger about before a heavy hand knocked on my door.
	"Open up Edwards' one load is never enough for the likes of you and
I know your ass needs a good fucking!" The stranger called out, a voice now
sounding extremely familiar to my ears and sending my mind into a state of
shock that left me unable to react. Unable to stop or interfere in this
life-changing event for all parties involved by the sound of the stranger's
hand resting on the door, his fingers drumming against it before sliding it
open to reveal me now off my knees as I stepped out of the confessional.
Setting in motion, the events within my life to change everything I once
knew forever, helping me to lose control and become the man, I had longed
to become like a certain other man in my life that was know standing before
me. The man that had been in the other side of the booth and in which had
given me his cum, being the love of my life, my father now standing before
me and seeming stunned to silence over the truth. A confused and frightened
look appearing in his eyes over what his mind just realized he had
committed, the truth that his youngest son, the one most like him, had not
only caught him trying to cheat with another man but instead his son being
the other man that he had cheated with. As Priest Edwards' walked out of
his office, wiping his forehead as he stalled at the door to look over at
us, our eyes in turn peering over at him to find a smile creeping over his
face. Revealing he knew all along ho would be his special visitor this day
and in turn setting us both into a trap as a twisted form of thanking me
for our encounter earlier by giving me the one thing my mind had always
longed for in the form of my father's seed.  Letting a kind of peace come
over my body to leave it longing for more to continue the blissful state
only he could give to me...and yet it still left us in a position were
neither member knew how to act.

End of Chapter Three
To Be Continued.

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