Very catholic priest doing his Sunday sermon and seeing a young man in the first pew. Just watching and smiling.
Afterwards, the priest pulls him aside and greets him, gives him a handshakes and moves on. Until he lies in bed, his hand unwashed and touches himself to the thought of defining his priesthood for one pretty face.
and how does the young man up front feel? i don’t know about him, but something about a man in a habit drives me up the wall. would he be all shy smiles and polite waves, unsure if he’s imagining the stares, or would he tease just to see how far he can push? see how much he can flirt in the confession booth before he finds himself pinned to a wall in a back room. and that poor priest, it can’t be easy to be so torn! if he’s gonna defile his priesthood, it should be a little fun—not just a quickie in the back.
so tell me more, doll. how does our poor tortured priest wanna fuck the man up front?