All Chapters of THE PASTOR'S SON'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRECT : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 1Leon was hunched over his desk, the blue glow of his computer reflecting on his sweet filled face. His room was filled with silence and the only sound slicing through the air was him clicking away at his keyboard. The words he typed didn’t register in his eyes. Instead, they took form, igniting Goosebumps on his skin.Damian’s long throbbing cock thrust into the boys hole...The words flashed on the screen. Sweat travelled from his forehead, down to his jaw. Leon could almost smell it. Not his sweat, but the scent of Damian. He imagined he would smell of a masculine musk, with a hint of salty exertion.His right hand was stained with pre come as he slid it over his erect, pulsing cock, while imagining it was Damian’s palm smoothing over his throbbing skin. His body quivered a stifled moan rumbled through his throat, hands stroking faster.The comment section right below the writing was in hysteria.“Just imagining Damian’s cock sliding into my hole is making me go insane!”

Chapter 3The ice bath had left Leon trembling throughout the night. When morning reached, the cold has turned into a burning fever than clung on to his skin. His head throbbed with a dull ache, and every joint in his body hurt like he had run a marathon race in his sleep.For a moment, he considered staying at home today, but he knew he couldn’t afford to do that today.Leon pushed himself upright, fighting the wave of dizziness as he threw his legs down from the bed. Today was an important day for his writing.To be blunt, someone will be having sex in the abandoned building behind the school today.“Location research day,” he muttered under his breath as he forced himself into his uniform.The smooth white shirt felt suffocating against his hot skin. He buttoned up his shirt tightly, the sight of his prim and proper reflection in the mirror reminded him of the role he played everyday. The pastor’s calm and obedient son.He looked nothing like the dirty, lustful thoughts that flood

Chapter 5By the time Leon had walked through the front door of his house, the world began to spin. The fever had not subsided. If anything, it had gotten worse. His face burned as the hallway seemed to titled as he walked through it. The familiar scent of Oakwood drifted through the house, mixing with the sound of this father’s voice in the living room as he prepared for a sermon.Leon trudged pat the living room, relieved that his father did not notice him, or perhaps he chose not to. Leon didn’t care either way. All he wanted was to be in the comfort of his room. He walked up the stairs, stumbling into his room and shutting the door behind him.He leaned against it for a while, breathing hard and he just stood there for a moment, trying to steady himself. The fever had made his mind hazy, his thoughts scattered all around like pieces of glass.Despite that, there was something constant in his mind. The delicious scene he had witness in the classroom. All he needed to do now what wr

CHAPTER SEVEN: THE SUITE Aaron’s POVThe penthouse suite felt too quiet for what we were doing.Leon was on his knees in front of me, lips stretched wide around my cock, making these soft, desperate little sounds every time he tried to take me deeper. His cheeks were flushed bright red… not just from the effort, but from the fever still burning through him. I could feel the heat radiating off his skin when I cupped his face. His pink nipples stood tight and peaked because I hadn’t been able to stop touching them.“So big…” he whispered hoarsely when he popped off for a second, a thin string of saliva connecting his swollen lower lip to my throbbing length.“Leon,” I groaned, threading my fingers through his soft, messy hair. “You’re such a little slut.”This was my first time with a guy, but nothing about it felt strange. It felt inevitable. Like I’d been waiting for this exact moment since the day I realized the quiet priest’s son had been secretly watching me for months.I’d known

CHAPTER NINE: BEHIND HIMThe school gates had never felt so far away.Leon walked with his head down, one foot in front of the other, focused entirely on not letting his legs give out in public. The morning air was sharp and cold against his bruised cheek. He had covered the worst of it with his collar, tilted his face down at an angle he had calculated would draw the least attention.He had wanted desperately to stay in bed, to pull the covers over his head and simply cease to exist until his body stopped reminding him what had happened. But his father had appeared in his doorway at seven sharp, voice flat and final, and that had been the end of that.So here he was.He spotted Damian before he even reached the main building.It was impossible not to. A small crowd of girls had already gathered, their laughter carrying across the courtyard in bright, cheerful waves.Leon stopped walking.He stood there for a moment, just looking. Last night, in that corridor, he had been so certain.