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Chapter 4.
"Yours are bigger"
"Yeah, but not as thick though" boys always compare.
"I dont know about you, but I'm famishing, its almost three in the afternoon"
Suddenly I realised I havent touched any food since last night.
"I'll take up the offer of scramble eggs and toast"
"Right away, Sir"
He got up and put on a pair of boxer shorts, danced towards his kitchen. Loved the sight of his behind, love to get on top of him and claim his Grace's virginity, later, not a minute too soon.
I had never tasted better scramble eggs and toast than his. Washing it down with a cup of tea. And the view, him, in his boxers, me, my Bond brief.
"Would you be planning to go home for your sister's funeral?"
"I dont know what arrangement my mom made, but judging from the financial situation of our family, I think most likely there would just be a quick cremation, in any event, no point for me to go home except to kill my old man"
"Would you need to send home any money"
"No, my old man would just spend it on grog"
"Whats you plan for the long term"
"I was planning to save enough so I could set up home in Sydney and get my sister to come and live with me, now thats she's gone, setting up my own patch still on my agenda, perhaps I should think of getting mom here, but to wrangle her away from the clutch of my old man could take some convincing"
"What about job"
"Shes been on the dole for years"
"No, I mean you"
"Same old prostitution for the next couple of years, then see what comes"
"I have a proposition"
"To live here?" I was joking.
"Oh Yeah, I thinkg the Bishop would be ecstatic. No, I have a flat in Bondi, my mother set it up in the hope that I'll drop out of prienthood soon. It has everything, and rent free to you"
"I can always pay for with my body"
"Its a deal" he leaned over the kitchen table and gave me a kiss, "and I'm happy to give you a monthly living allowance so to get you stay out of prostitution"
"Instead of being a rent boy, I change career and be a kept boy?"
"No, I dont want to keep you, you are free to see whoever you like, whenever you want to. I love to maintain a relationship with you, but its entirely up to you"
"One thing I learnt from being a street boy is that tricks could get tired of us every quickly, then they moved on to the fresh meat, what happens when you get tired of me?"
"I'm not your trick, and will never be. I like you as a person, and sure, I like having sex with you as well. Being able to help you out will make me happy. I know I can keep a promise when I made one, and I promise you that I'll keep my words. Think about it, stay for the night, and let me know your decision tomorrow morning"
"I could just see the headline in the tabloid: Homo Anglican Priest keeps 19y.o. Rent Boy In Bondi Love Nest" that joke didnt go down too well with him.
"What about your job as a priest?"
"I'm hoping the church would recognise and accept gay priest and their partner in the near future, if not, I'll cross that bridge when it comes"
"What if someone finds out before then?"
"I cant worry about what may or may not happen. I've now broken my vow, and I intend to enjoy my new found sinful life, and you, my partner in sin"
"Oh God" I said. He laughed. Oh, love those pearly teeth and sensual lips.
He loaded the dirty dishes into the dish washer.
"I'll take a shower. You could turn on the tele if you wish, theres footy shows on Sunday afternoon"
"I wouldnt mind joing you in the shower, we could have our water sport going" He hesitated, but didnt say no. I took it as a yes.
Bathroom was mall, and intimate. We were quiet, just the sound of water running. Our cocks were hard even before we took off our undies. He started off by rubbing shampoo into my scalp. then helped to rinse it off. I returned the favor, and started soaping him. Why waste precious time! Not a minute too soon! The soap foamed easily on him, with all those hairs. Rough to touch on the hairy parts, smooth as silk on the others. He kept his eyes shut, stood there like a statue, he was under my spell. His balls were heavy, substantial, the foreskin pulled back and exposed the red gland. It looked even thicker under the bathroom light. I rubbed it gently, didnt want him to come too quickly. Fingering the underside, rubbing his little hole lightly, exactly how the Creep did it. One must learned from experience. He groaned uncontrollably. I kissed the top of the gland, trace the little opening with my tongue, then with both of my hands, I reached upward and lightly massaged his nipples with my finger tips. The bathroom was like a steam room, all windows were fogged up. I took half of it into my mouth without applying too much friction, so he wouldnt come too quickly, I wanted to savor it, took in all details. I moved my hands downwards and started massaging his buttocks, he tried to pushed deeper into my mouth, I woundt let him, not too quick, brother. Then I let it slipped out of my mouth, I stood up and rubbed my cock against his. Kissed him hard, held him tight. Oh, it was too hot in here. I held his shoulders and slowly turned him around, I was in control. I kneaded his shoulders, nibbled his earlobes, him shivering. I bit his shoulders, a little love bite. I embraced him from behind, slowly grinding my cock against the cleft formed between those two hard globes. My fingers back to his nipples.
I slid downward until I faced his cleft. I pushed my nose between the globes, the hairs there brownish, tickling my nose. I parted the globes, David jumped when the tip of my tongue started its swirling motion. Clockwise, anti-clockwise, pushed in a bit deeper, sucked on it a bit, clockwise again, anti-clockwise again. Wished I could see his face right now, priceless. I was working hard, using all the technique I gained from the Creep. His Grace didnt stand a chance. I knew he was ready for me. I stood up and grinded my cock against his cleft, I was gaining access this time, I felt the tip of my cock was knocking on the door. I whispered "do you want me to?", he nodded weakly. "I want you to say it" "Yes, please".
I rubbed some spit onto my cock, let my finger finding the target, applied some spit there, then started pushing in ever so slowly. He was tense, he was tight. I kissed his ears, licked the lobes, played with his nipples, relax him a bit more. A little push, stopped, another push, stopped. Thank you Creep. The head was in, I had to bite my tongue in order not to come right then. Now I understand why the Creep goes for virgin only. The rest was easier, when my pubs touched his globes, I started fucking in earnest. I hugged him with all my strength, I plunged mercilessly, I grabbed his cock and started pumping. Our climax came whithout warning. While I was pumping my load into him, I felt the familiar throb in my hand, then came the sticky hot sperm. I couldnt tell who was making the loudest noise. We both turned weak, suddenly the shower door swung open and we slipped and rolled out on the floor together. Funny part was that I was still holding onto him tightly, my cock lodged firmly in his arse, my hand wouldnt let go that spongy cock of his. We both burst out laughing like mad, whatever happens in the future, this will be classified as our "priceless moment together".
"Are you OK" "Yeah, and you" "I guess so" We were sipping the remaining of tea in the kitchen.
"Thank you David, and thank you for trusting me"
"Why trusting?"
"That you didnt ask for condom to be used"
"Oh, I gathered from our conversation that you have been careful, and I know I'm clean"
"But theres a degree of trust still"
"OK, no argument"
Its going to be a long night, and pay back time?
(To be continued...)