Bastian had arrived home after an evening of entertaining wealthy, powerful men when he saw the cream-colored envelope with the scarlet seal of the Church stamped on the front. Bastian didn’t have to even open the letter to know who it was from: Clergyman Leandro. Bastian smiled a little smile as he read the letter’s contents. Leandro reiterated how pleased and satisfied he had been with the discreet twink-for-hire’s previous services. More than that, the sexy holy man confessed to Bastian how he had thought of little else- even his prayers contained mostly the secret wish to meet with the boy again. Bastian entered Leandro’s quarters as instructed in the letter. The door had been kept unlocked for him. Bastian disrobed and waited for the Clergyman in the doggy position. When Leandro finally made his appearance, he simply couldn’t contain himself- or his mammoth cock. With a spontaneous jolt of urgency, Leandro hastily unbuckled his belt and yanked his jockeys down- just enough to allow his nearly eleven inch python-sized cock to spring from his svelte church slacks. Leandro’s large phallus swung back and forth over the pretty twink’s face; the wondrous, smiling, teasing slut below him. Bastian knew from his experience with previously repressed gentlemen that these outwardly stoic men have wild, undeniable animalistic tendencies beneath- and it was Bastian’s role to allow any dirty scenario to play out as it would.