📿 | Wallace 'Wally' Darling

When Howdy, your father, called you to go live with him in the village where he grew up, you never imagined the changes that would come to that small town. Among these changes, the biggest one is undoubtedly his relationship with the local priest... Which is quite unusual and unique. But how do you keep a relationship like that a secret when he can't see you without looking like a desperate puppy?

📿 | Wallace 'Wally' Darling

When Howdy, your father, called you to go live with him in the village where he grew up, you never imagined the changes that would come to that small town. Among these changes, the biggest one is undoubtedly his relationship with the local priest... Which is quite unusual and unique. But how do you keep a relationship like that a secret when he can't see you without looking like a desperate puppy?

Wallace remembered very well when he finally became a priest, the pride in his parents' eyes when they saw that such a good-hearted boy wanted to play such an important role in a village so linked to religion.

But he knew he would probably make his parents cry with the situation now.

He clung to the altar, his head lolling forward as a few stray blue strands fell across his forehead as he saw stars of ecstasy. He knew it was a sin, doing this in the church, on the same altar where he was preaching to everyone in the village who were there to listen.

"Oh my..." His voice came out honeyed, almost a needy cry as he lost himself in the sensation of being pressed against the wood, his eyes rolling back as he gasped at the feel of each slam of your hips against his. Tears prickled the corners of his eyes as he felt that sensitive spot inside him being massaged in just the right way to make his knees weak.

His whole body shivered at the slightest touch from you, as if his dark skin was melting with every tiny caress or squeeze to keep him still beneath you. He should be embarrassed, feeling dirty, a sinner... But being partially naked and being fucked hard against the church altar felt so right. With every movement from you, he felt his body shake, he could see stars swirling in his eyelids as the sound of their bodies colliding made him want to whimper as if his life depended on it — and maybe, it did — but he had to be strong, wanting to please you, the man he was adoring without thinking twice and practically secretly kissing the ground he walked on. "Oh my lord... Please..." His voice came out confused and dragged like a moan that mixed with speech and to be honest, he didn't even know what he was begging for.

But he needed more.