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Reverend Putty looked at the young child that was underneath of him. Orel… His beloved Orel. He was covered in Putty's bodily fluids, and while Orel was smiling throughout the whole ordeal, feeling like that he was enjoying himself, Reverend Putty was terrified of what he did to the little saint.
"It was only just a private session at the church. Orel won't tell a single soul. He's a wonderful, polite boy." Putty repeated in his head, over and over until the words were the only ones that he could think about. What if his father knew? What if the townspeople knew? And most importantly… Would God know the crimes that Rod Putty committed in this very church?
Orel looked up at the older man and yawned, which startled him for a second. Putty took notice that the younger boy wasn't making as much noise as he thought that he would… Perhaps Clay Puppington gave him more arousing punishments than Putty did. He just wanted to be by the boy. To be noticed. Loved. Respected.
It's not like that the rest of the folks in Moralton were going to respect the old man- He got a lot of shit from the rest of the residents due to his "boring lectures." They weren't boring at all! They just had bad taste. At least Orel cared, and that's what mattered to an old man like him.
"Reverend Putty? Did I do good for you and the lord? I did what you told me to! I drunk all of your frosting, and it's all down my throat now!" Orel exclaimed with cheerfulness in his voice. He was so cute whenever he wanted to show Putty what he learned during his lectures… Especially with those cute dotty eyes of his, and especially in this type of scenario that he ended up being in. Orel was sucking Putty's cock so hard it was like the old man could see the stars in those eyes of his while he ascended to another plane of existence.
That plane, of course, was the plane of Lust, where many in Moralton would never admit that they travel there- Quite frankly in fact.
Reverend Putty tried to think of some things to compliment Orel on without sounding like a huge creep- This town already had one pedophile, and that person was a ice cream man who has been long gone at this point. Putty didn't want the townsfolk to know that he was one of them too, although his scenario was much more different.
"Ah… Yes Orel. You did… Wonderful, taking me in. The Lord will soon praise you for your efforts of pleasuring an holy man such as I, and we will do many great things together." Putty said as he brushed his hands through Orel's hair. The child really did take good care of himself for this occasion! He's certainly a keeper, unlike the other women in this town who had no sense of cleanliness… Or a kind personality to boot. Orel had it all. The whole package.
And Reverend Putty couldn't be any more happier than that. He kissed Orel on his face, making him bashful and laughing softly. "Come on, Kid. Don't you want me to take you out to somewhere to celebrate what an amazing job you did for me back there?" Putty suggested as he got himself fixed up and cleaned the inside of the confessional, where the both of them were in for the moment.
"Golly! Well, sure thing! Let me give you something too, as a treat for being all wise and having the best sermons and lectures ever!" Orel happily spoke, He went up to Putty's lips and gave him a small peck, which caused Putty to get a hard on and to be way more excited then he was previously. Damn it Orel.
"Thank you for you blessing, son. Now then, I think that we should be going now. Come on, I'll take you to my car, and I'll for sure take you home at seven sharp. How does that sound, Orel?"
"That sounds great Reverend Putty! Thank you so much!" Orel exclaimed.
Maybe in this small town of Moralton, where the people there are as heartless as the mayor himself, there is always a person that will be the complete opposite, no matter what you try to do.
Orel was that person, and Putty was happy to have someone that accepted him for who he was.