He’s corrupt. Gay porn “Because I don’t believe the same things Father Vale does. The air was thick with incense and heat, as if the walls themselves had begun to sweat. “Shouldn’t I know the people?”“You should not take what they say at face value,” Thaddeus warned. “Don’t stop.””You were made for sin,” Thaddeus breathed into his ear. No more path, only loam and silence. “Be careful, Isaiah.”Isaiah held his ground. Watching. Searching.“Why?” he asked.Isaiah swallowed. His cock sprang free. Three of them: two women and a man. A gift from long before they knew what they would become to one another. He said nothing.Thaddeus turned. His breath slowed. Cloth torn in haste.Thaddeus sank to his knees, biting at Isaiah’s hip, his thighs. His father stood at the threshold of Isaiah’s room, brow furrowed.“Isaiah,” he said, low but firm. Thaddeus pulled back. It was hard, flushed, weeping.”You’re wicked,” the priest whispered.Isaiah’s fingers clawed his shoulders. He’s corrupt. The girth alone made Isaiah’s stomach tighten.
