All Chapters of THE PASTOR'S SON'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRECT : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CHAPTER 62– BACK HOMEThe older man stepped out of the bathroom stall on slightly unsteady legs, the cool rush of air from the main area brushing against his flushed skin. His body still hummed with aftershocks, thighs burning and a slow trickle of cum leaking down the inside of his leg as he pulled his pants back up. The evidence of being thoroughly used remained hidden beneath the fabric. The younger man in the sleek black mask had already slipped away after one last satisfied look. No words exchanged. No numbers. Just the silent agreement of a mask party—one night of raw release with no traces left behind.He waited a minute inside the bathroom, adjusting his crimson mask and smoothing down his shirt. The ornate mask had stayed firmly in place the entire time, even during the most intense moments. It had hidden his face completely while he was on his knees and later bent over, moaning against the cold tiles. That anonymity had made everything sharper, more dangerous. He washed his

CHAPTER 64– TEACHLeon woke up later than usual, the fever having finally broken sometime in the early morning hours but leaving him groggy and disoriented. Sunlight streamed through the small attic window, casting slanted beams across the cluttered space. His body felt heavy, limbs aching from the restless night filled with fragmented dreams of anonymous messages, Aaron’s intense gaze, and the strange image of his father slipping through the side door with grocery bags at an ungodly hour. He glanced at his phone—8:47 AM. School started soon. No time to dwell.He dragged himself out of bed, wincing at the faint soreness in his scraped knees as he peeled off the bandages. A quick shower in the tiny upstairs bathroom helped clear some of the fog. The hot water soothed his skin but did nothing to quiet the questions swirling in his mind. His father’s late return kept replaying: the faint cologne scent, the too-smooth excuse about a church meeting, the way he had moved with a subtle stiff

Chapter 66Leon nodded once, sharp and deliberate, his jaw set even as his pulse hammered in his throat. The contract felt like both armor and a trap in his hands. He watched Aaron unfold the paper, eyes narrowing as the other boy began reading it aloud in that low, mocking tone that always seemed to crawl under Leon’s skin.“Leon Carter will tutor Aaron Blake in Chemistry until he gets a B so he can remain on the hockey team,” Aaron read, his voice smooth and amused. “And Aaron Blake in return will tutor Leon Carter in seduction and popularity until he becomes proficient. Both parties should keep this strictly confidential.”Aaron’s lips twitched. He lowered the paper slightly and turned to Leon, one eyebrow raised.“Are you serious?”“Obviously,” Leon shot back, voice steady despite the heat rising in his cheeks. He crossed his arms tighter, refusing to look away. “Any amendments or redlines?”Aaron studied him for a long second, that dangerous smirk slowly spreading across his face

Chapter 68Aaron was getting closer.The space between them on the bench had slowly vanished. Leon could feel the heat radiating from Aaron’s body, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the lingering trace of sweat from practice. Aaron’s dark eyes dropped to Leon’s lips again, heavy and intent. The air thickened, charged with something dangerous and magnetic. Leon’s breath caught in his throat. His rebellious heart slammed against his ribs, screaming at him to pull away even as his body leaned in just a fraction.Their faces were inches apart. Aaron’s gaze burned. Leon’s lips parted slightly, pulse roaring in his ears. The rooftop, the school, the entire world narrowed down to the heat of Aaron’s breath brushing his skin.They were going to kiss.Leon coughed sharply, jerking his head back. The moment shattered like glass.“Uhmm… next session,” Leon muttered, voice rough and unsteady. He cleared his throat again, trying to regain control, cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment

Chapter 70Leon pushed open the front door, shoulders slumped under the crushing weight of the day. The walk home had drained what little energy he had left. Every step sent dull throbs through his bandaged knees, and the lingering fever wrapped around him like a heavy, suffocating blanket — making his skin burn while his bones felt chilled. His backpack strap dug painfully into his shoulder, a constant reminder of the red D, the contract, Aaron’s smirk, the almost-kiss on the rooftop, and the party waiting for him tomorrow night.He closed the door as quietly as he could, not wanting to draw any attention. The house smelled like his mother’s cooking — faint herbs and simmering broth — but even that comforting scent couldn’t ease the exhaustion pressing down on every inch of him.Leon kicked off his shoes and headed straight for the attic stairs. His legs felt like lead. By the time he reached his room, he was breathing harder than the short climb should have required. He dropped his