He is the lucky one. He would feel thrilled everytime,he entered the premises. He knew that his need for love would be quenched.
As he came and dominated him while shouting obscenties due to the sheer pleasure of their bodies being together,he would contemplate about how he had just read about this wondrous feeling.
But the resources were sparse.
His lover-how adult of me, he chuckled-had told him that the bond that they shared was special but it was tacit that it had to be kept a secret.
How could what they shared not be sacred, he was his priest-altar boy’s priest.