summer with my priest

dinner with daddy ben

There was this one time when I was a kid. Hell what am I saying... i'm still a kid. Going to church wasn't all bad. Met my priest and everything. I can remember the first thing that happened when we were alone.

My priest tried to touch me.

no wait.

turn the story around.

I tried to touch my priest.

My parents made me a choir boy. I can't sing for jack-shit. So, I was the one kid who pretended to sing in the back, just lip syncing to everyone else's vocals to avoid being awkward.

Tommy's a fucking bitch.

Everyone loves him. I don't see what's so special about him. "The best kid"- fuck it. He may have better hair than me and all that popularity, but there is one thing I have that he doesn't: free alone time with our priest, Father Benjamin.

Father Benjamin, haha... gosh heavens no...

I call him daddy Ben.

He's loved and trusted by everyone in our good holy neighborhood. My parents invited him or dinner one time. I'd say that was a good thing, but I get nervous, you know? A hot fourty year old (I think) dilf sitting in your dinning room sexually biting on my family's homemade meat balls. Everytime i'm near him, I get a gnawing pain in my gut.

My mom called me downstairs for dinner once the food was ready. I couldn't, I was afraid. What if I eat messy? Daddy Ben will think i'm weird and bOOM. There goes my chances of him ever loving me.

So, I had an excuse and told my mom that I was busy playing Fortnite.

But fucking shit. She pulled me out of my room when I was at top five. Could have been #1 victory royale but it's always the parents who ruin your game.

I stared at the floor on my way down the stairs with my mom gripping at my shirt tightly and dragging me to the dinning room. I don't have to look, I know Daddy Ben sees me.

"Good day, Gavin!" he says, waving at me. I look up and wave back, crawling to the seat across the table from him.

My real dad pats my back, signalling me to be respectful and greet him back. I give my dad a mean look before looking back at my priest and flashing him an awkward smile.

This is going to be great.

I had to tell myself that a million times before I fuck up and do something stupid like crawling under the table and placing my mouth on his ball sack.

The adults talk for a while. I sit there, stabbing a steamed shrimp and playing around with my food for a little. I hope Ben doesn't mind me playing with food. I'd happily play with his weewee if my parents weren't home.

A fork hovers over my plate and I stare at Daddy ben's hands. They're bigger than mine. I aspire someday to grow up and have hands like those. But for now, i'll just admire them from afar. I wish he touched me with those hands of his...

Daddy Ben drops some meat balls on my plate and smiles. I try not to blush as usual, muttering a thanks.

"He's awfully quiet today, my apologies" my mom says to Daddy Ben. "Gavin, sweetie, don't be shy. He won't bite."

Pfft, I wish.

"Uh..." I actually don't know what to say; SHIT. "Would you like to lick my meatballs, Father Benjamin?"

That sounds so gross.

"No, you eat them" Daddy Ben says. Wow... I guess he doesn't have a dirty mind. Such a turn off. "A kid needs to eat anyways so you can grow up strong."

I roll my eyes slightly and pop a meat ball in my mouth. I salvate a little, remembering that Daddy Ben gave me this meat ball from his fork. The fork he  already put in his mouth. I have some of his germs now.

I smile slightly and take in another meat ball. It's like an indirect kiss, right? Does this count as a kiss? Probably not. Maybe half a kiss.

I haven't even had my first kiss yet. Maybe my priest will give it to me. It's got to be special after all.

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hey im back. i know damn well no one is reading this story but i felt like writing something weird and stupid.