penis snuggled limply on my large, egg-shaped testicles. I was exhausted, and it was still early in the morning! I stayed in bed naked until lunchtime, contemplating my future. I had to admit to myself that Drake was gone, and that I was glad that he had left. Our relationship had been too tumultuous, anyway. Drake was too self-absorbed for someone such as myself. I’m the type of person who needs to have someone listen to my problems as I listen to theirs. Perhaps that is why I fell in love with the Priest. I could confess anything to him. He was handsome, sweet, intellectual, and fun.

We first met in a context outside of Church. I don’t even go to Church, to be quite honest. Instead, I found spiritual strength in the time that I managed to spend with the Priest. He made me feel cleansed of the bad things that had consumed my life, and he even warned me about Drake. Most priests wouldn’t even bother talking to me, considering that I’m gay, but the Priest was different from anyone else I had ever met. He was a mystery wrapped in an enigma, and I wanted to tap into that inexplicable energy of his. Through him, I knew I could thrive.

With these thoughts swirling around in my head like a merry-go-round, I finally took the initiative to decide that I had to see the Priest—that day. I couldn’t hold my passions in any longer. I had to confess my love to him; if not, I would implode under the unstable burdens of my lust. I wanted the Priest badly; I wanted to douse him with my holy water from head to toe.

I jumped out and bed and started getting dressed, pulling my boxer-briefs and jeans over my temporarily satisfied cock. Just a few moments later and I was on my way to Church downtown, to see my heavenly Priest…