Restless, I (Bastian Karim) tossed and turned in bed, enveloped in an uncomfortable warmth that left me sweating. Glancing at my alarm clock, its harsh red digits read ‘3:07am.’ This wasn’t the first sleepless night since my last encounter with Father Gianni Gio; my mind refused to let me find peace.
I thought I had reconciled with our actions, but doubts lingered. Was what we did truly against the teachings? Why were the priests so willing to cross those lines? The guilt gnawed at me, amplified by the physical intimacy we shared. Memories of that encounter flooded back, a mix of arousal and confusion clouding my thoughts. In the moment, clarity was impossible, the physical touch overwhelming any rational thought.
As I paced my bedroom, the creaking floorboards echoed my scattered thoughts. I wondered if Father Gio shared this guilt. I didn’t want to lead him astray, yet he seemed to understand my desires better than I did. Perhaps priests were more accustomed to navigating such complexities than the average churchgoer. I decided to seek clarification from Father Gio, hoping his guidance could ease my doubts.
Visiting his residence, I felt a slight ease as he welcomed me. His shirtless appearance, whether intentional or not, was a distraction I hadn’t anticipated. Our conversation quickly shifted, the physical tension between us undeniable. Father Gio assured me it was all part of God’s plan, and despite my initial reservations, I yearned for his touch.
As he kissed my forehead and placed his hand on my neck, all other thoughts faded. I found myself on my knees, his cock in my mouth, my body responding instinctively. He took control, his thrusts filling me completely as I moaned in pleasure. The taste of him, of us together, was intoxicating.
In that moment, our connection felt profound, the lines between right and wrong blurring. If Father Gio was at peace with our actions, I couldn’t help but follow his lead, surrendering to the pleasure and intimacy we shared.
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Sleepless Nights ALTAR BOY BASTIAN Vol. 1
Restless, I (Bastian Karim) tossed and turned in bed, enveloped in an uncomfortable warmth that left me sweating. Glancing at my alarm clock, its harsh red digits read ‘3:07am.’ This wasn’t the first sleepless night since my last encounter with Father Gianni Gio; my mind refused to let me find peace.
I thought I had reconciled with our actions, but doubts lingered. Was what we did truly against the teachings? Why were the priests so willing to cross those lines? The guilt gnawed at me, amplified by the physical intimacy we shared. Memories of that encounter flooded back, a mix of arousal and confusion clouding my thoughts. In the moment, clarity was impossible, the physical touch overwhelming any rational thought.
As I paced my bedroom, the creaking floorboards echoed my scattered thoughts. I wondered if Father Gio shared this guilt. I didn’t want to lead him astray, yet he seemed to understand my desires better than I did. Perhaps priests were more accustomed to navigating such complexities than the average churchgoer. I decided to seek clarification from Father Gio, hoping his guidance could ease my doubts.
Visiting his residence, I felt a slight ease as he welcomed me. His shirtless appearance, whether intentional or not, was a distraction I hadn’t anticipated. Our conversation quickly shifted, the physical tension between us undeniable. Father Gio assured me it was all part of God’s plan, and despite my initial reservations, I yearned for his touch.
As he kissed my forehead and placed his hand on my neck, all other thoughts faded. I found myself on my knees, his cock in my mouth, my body responding instinctively. He took control, his thrusts filling me completely as I moaned in pleasure. The taste of him, of us together, was intoxicating.
In that moment, our connection felt profound, the lines between right and wrong blurring. If Father Gio was at peace with our actions, I couldn’t help but follow his lead, surrendering to the pleasure and intimacy we shared.