My Gay Sugar Daddy Is A Priest
Nuel had warned me, very sternly, to stay clear off Charles, but I was never one to listen. He had found out about my lie, that I was never Twenty-one, that I was still a child, he found out, and he ended our relationship, the one that we had while having full knowledge of who we were both in the church. I had found him attractive; father Charles. Gosh, he was attractive. A fine piece of a man that was potentially waisting in the priestly vocation, and when he showed signs of feeling the same way for me, I jumped at the opportunity and became his sugar boy. I had nothing to loose. Nuel had dumped me again and I was just so sex starved. He wasn't as good in bed as Nuel, but his performance was good, good enough to make me cum, and his beauty compensated for any other area that was lacking. But to my wildest imagination, there he laid, on the floor, in his room, drenched in the pool of his own blood.
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