me.

I looked back down at my lower body when I thought of this desire and watched my cock as it slowly began to grow with each pulse of my racing heartbeat. I couldn’t stop thinking about Drake licking every inch of my cock, his tongue moving like a camper searching for his lost friend in the woods, nor could I stop imagining my flesh pounding against the Priest’s body while my unprotected dick preached the Gospel in his asshole.

As if it were an involuntary reflex, my left hand began to rub the side of my torso and worked its way down my thigh to my steaming hot genitals. At the same time, my right hand pinched my hard, erect nipples until they turned red and began hurt pleasurably, which made my cock get even harder. My other hand had to go in for the kill now—I couldn’t help myself. I began by slowly massaging my burgeoning balls and cupping my sack in my hand and pulling them down gently until my fingers met at a single point. My hips writhed in ecstasy like an entranced cobra waiting to strike or be tamed, ready to inject his venom into the deep, pink flesh of the nearest prey. My head swelled and was ready to burst, so I slowed down and instead caressed the gap between my ass cheeks, still tickling my balls with the end of my thumb to keep myself hard.

I moved my other hand down from my nipples and wrapped the fingers around my swelling shaft, imagining that the Priest was in the room with me and about to bring his strawberry red lips down to my erect penis and kiss the head like he would to a rosary hanging limply from his clasped hands. I then reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lotion so I could cool down the heat emanating from my genitals. After squirting a dime-sized portion into the palm of my hand, I reached back down and worked my hand down my shaft from the head to the base, going as slowly as possible so that I could feel every sensation, every involuntary spasm—every lash of the Priest’s tongue as I imagined his moist lips draped around my eager cock like a fine pair of silk curtains. I felt as close to heaven as I could possibly ever get when thinking about the Priest. It was sinful, dirty, unacceptable, and erotic.

I stroked harder and faster, adding more perspiration to my already saturated body. Sweat dripped from every pore of my being. And then, in one final irrepressible convulsion that arrested my body, I sensed the Priest’s phantom lips kissing my head once more as he pulled himself off me, one final kiss that made me come on my stomach and chest. My body went completely numb and my only movement involved the massive heaving of my chest, up and down, up and down, as I tried to catch my breath. Although my body was numb, my mind was nevertheless a flurry of emotions. I felt satisfied, happy, sad, angry, calm, lustful, and, above all, lonely.

“If only I could have the Priest in real life,” I said to myself, still breathing heavily from the excitement of my self-gratification. I stared through the blinds at a robin chirping outside, resting on a hedge located right outside of my window. My