“Harder,” he whispered. Gay sex I must go to the village this morning. “Come down when you’re ready. At Isaiah.His father mouthed something but no sound came out. The foreskin clung to the crown just slightly, wet with precome, the slit already beading. The presence.He quickly turned. Children dashed past bundled legs, cheeks flushed pink with cold.It was alive.Until they arrived.As soon as Thaddeus and Isaiah crossed the boundary stone near the first cottage, the air seemed to shift.The laughter stopped.Voices fell to hush.Smiles faded.Eyes turned toward them. A figure. Isaiah trembled.His eyes trailed a little left of the altar. “Sickly. It jutted upward with an impossible weight, veins curling along its length like chains. His father stood at the threshold of Isaiah’s room, brow furrowed.“Isaiah,” he said, low but firm. He turned toward a knot of villagers standing near a cart of boiled turnips. “Don’t stop.””You were made for sin,” Thaddeus breathed into his ear. The moment he approached, their voices ceased.He offered a tentative smile. He turned Isaiah to the tree, lifted his leg, exposed him.”Do you know why you tempt me?” he growled, cock pressed thick against Isaiah’s cleft, teasing.Isaiah nodded, shivering.
