He was given stern treatment by me after that first drunken contact and for several months afterwards while he shaped up. I called him my ‘problem c...hild’ and I was especially squeamish about his requests at first – nothing necrophiliac or terribly kinky, just morbid. Chloë had been slightly taller in stature and some twenty years younger than Gaston (about ten years older than I am now). She had had amazing taste and a very large budget: elegant cocktail gowns, sexy lingerie, top-notch. .I remember at one point that I'd put our two cocks together, as we faced each other, so they were side-by-side. I could then work both our cocks back and forth. Then I remembered something that I wanted to try, something half-forgotten that I'd read about years before: 'shunting'. My understanding is/was that it's something that gay men do, where the men put their cocks tip-to-tip, and the two cocks 'share' a foreskin. The only other word I've heard that may describe something similar is. She keeps telling me that she only feels safe around me, and yesterday she told me that she loved me right before kissing me. She completely surprised me! I was NOT expecting that!” I vented in frustration.“She told you that she loved you? And kissed you, huh? Well, her fixating on you is probably normal, especially considering how close you guys have been since you were little kids. But she is NOT herself right now, and you must recognize that son. How did she act towards you before she was. SPURT! SPURT As Father Lester's dick squirted he opened his eyes so as not to miss the bowl. He knew better than leave a mess in Father Leary's private bathroom.He flushed before walking into Leary's office. Leary was dressed and sitting at his desk. Father Lester didn't know how to start but he had news for the old priest. News that might even mean that Leary would let him get his cock sucked before long.Father Lester started to speak. "Father Leary, I..."Leary interrupted before he could say.