Two Habits {Gay/Religion}

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“He’s not a girl and he’s doing it in the safety of our walls and only with fellows of his standing. There is nothing to be guilty about,” one priest told the other.

“Then why are you taking him a habit?” The other asked as they walked into the dorm.

“He requested it. He said he liked feeling it on his neck,” the first priest replied with a shrug. “He wears the rest of it under his clothes already, so what harm could it do to let him have this once in a while?”

They look at each other for a moment as they continue walking down the hall before looking away.

“I’ll admit, it suits his face,” the second priest confessed before they stopped outside their destination. The first priest knocked twice, paused, knocked twice, paused and knocked twice again before the door was opened to the junior priest’s quarters. A position the young man of their conversion has held since he turned 17 two years ago.

Once the door was closed, they saw him off to their right wearing a habit that someone else had already brought for him. He was also very busy attending to three of his other visitors. One he was sitting on as they fucked his ass. He held on to another in his left hand which choose to erupt at the same time as they saw cum leaking from his mouth showing that man in his mouth had ejaculated also.

When the two men standing next to him moved away, he tightened his stocking clad thighs to the hips and side of the man under him who increased the force of his thrusts. The young man threw back his head and moaned in pleasure as the gold cross between his pink hard nipples bounced against his skin.

“Yes God!” he shouted as he came shotting his cum unto the chest of the man below him. That man then dug his fingers into the boys hips and held him in place as he grunted his completion.

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Yeah, a play on words, but I don't think it's too on the nose.

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