He felt safe, or something like it, held in the arms of the man who had just taken him apart and pieced him back together with heat and shame and something dangerously close to love.But just as his eyes began to close, something stirred.The fog shifted.Through the silver veil, Isaiah saw it. Gay porn His pale eyes pinned Isaiah with quiet, unreadable intensity.“You took my shirt.”Isaiah stiffened. The foreskin clung to the crown just slightly, wet with precome, the slit already beading. The girth alone made Isaiah’s stomach tighten. To the weight of a priest’s cock dragging along a boy’s bare stomach. “Like that boy you were talking to.”Isaiah stopped walking. To drag him forward.Their mouths collided. “Come down when you’re ready. “Sickly. Laughter drifted on the wind. “We fear what comes with him.”They turned away.Just like that. Did you keep the company of boys your age?”Isaiah’s glance was sharp. And then Isaiah was shoved hard against a tree.Hands. “And what does that mean, Father? “Always.”“Why?”Isaiah shrugged, then murmured, “Because I believed there was something good in you once.”Thaddeus did not answer.They walked on.After a stretch of silence, the priest spoke again, quieter this time.
