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The clients been hot for his best friend for years, Veronica said. And he wants you to pretend youre his friend while you have sex.

I stroked my chin. How realistic do I have to be? I mean, Im not going to get tattooed or shave my head.

Veronica laughed. No worries there. You just have to dress up. His best friend is a priest.

Okay, now I could see why the client wanted a substitute lover. Poor bastard, I thought. Id been raised Catholic myself, and I felt for him.

At least I could give him a night he would never forget.

Adult readers only! This 7.000 word story contains contains explicit gay sexual situations. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:
Veronica had briefed me thoroughly, and yet I was still nervous as I entered the elevator to our clients penthouse. Id never impersonated a priest before.
It felt vaguely sacrilegious. Not that I was a particularly devout Catholic or anything, just raised that way. And if Im honest: that feeling of sacrilege also made the whole thing feel pretty hot.
Heck, I was already into tonights scene in a big way, and I hadnt even put on the cassock yet.
We were going the whole hog with the role play, and in my sports bag I carried a nice ankle-length classic black priests cassock all folded up, along with the other accoutrements. There was even a rosary.
I had plans for that rosary, and they didnt include praying.

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“The client’s been hot for his best friend for years,” Veronica said. “And he wants you to pretend you’re his friend while you have sex.”

I stroked my chin. “How realistic do I have to be? I mean, I’m not going to get tattooed or shave my head.”

Veronica laughed. “No worries there. You just have to dress up. His best friend is a priest.”

Okay, now I could see why the client wanted a substitute lover. Poor bastard, I thought. I’d been raised Catholic myself, and I felt for him.

At least I could give him a night he would never forget.

Adult readers only! This 7.000 word story contains contains explicit gay sexual situations. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:
nVeronica had briefed me thoroughly, and yet I was still nervous as I entered the elevator to our client’s penthouse. I’d never impersonated a priest before.
nIt felt vaguely sacrilegious. Not that I was a particularly devout Catholic or anything, just raised that way. And if I’m honest: that feeling of sacrilege also made the whole thing feel pretty hot.
nHeck, I was already into tonight’s scene in a big way, and I hadn’t even put on the cassock yet.
nWe were going the whole hog with the role play, and in my sports bag I carried a nice ankle-length classic black priest’s cassock all folded up, along with the other accoutrements. There was even a rosary.
nI had plans for that rosary, and they didn’t include praying.

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