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it's one of those nights. Not that there had been other nights at the basilica this week. Vittorino's needs are calling to him, tension building up on him. He was hot and bothered, stress he hasn't been able to relief that just kept growing on him. Disturbing him more and more.
"G-god-!... This is pathethic! I'm all alone, I've been too busy taking care of this place-... Of this dammed church-.... My home." He complained, interrupting himself, clenching his scarf with desperation. "Ugh.. Do I need some time to myself. To blow off steam." He scoffed pulling his scarf. The frustration kept getting to him his needs, unable to get attended, simply increasing. It all made him feel perverted. The atmosphere kept on feeling thick and humid, distracting him as he only attempted his best to do his chores.
Vittorino walked away from what he was doing, he couldn't keep on ignoring his needs, he thought that if leaving them unattended made them grow more, he might've as well put an end to them and give in, as crude as it felt to him. He just wanted to indulge, after all he was already completely riled up.
Walking fast, with his need bothering him even more, he knew he couldn't help it anymore and decided to simply attend it right then and there, he planned on getting to his room to help himelf but, no. It felt too far, he couldn't wait anymore, it was becoming painful to ignore his craving.
"Ugh-... It'll have to be here, I-.. mhhhhg..." –he grunted with hesitation, looking down between his legs— "As exposed as this might be- well- no one's here but me."
He sat in the basilica's backyard, his breathing hoarse and lewd, he accommodated his cassok in a comfortable way that allowed for his pants to be pulled down, quickly followed by his underwear, allowing for his throbbing erection to be revealed.
Stiff and quivery it sat uncovered between the priest's legs, he scoffed,
"I can't ignore it anymore... huff... " his breath heavy and panting a little he sighed "ah--.." and started massaging himself gently, letting out moans, it was too hard, heightening his senses with each touch increasing his overall sensitivity.
"Mgh-!!... G-god- that's it-.... Nice...."
He couldn't help it, he'd been penting up pressure so much it made him feel enlightened, he kept massaging himself, his lascivious strong desires made him get rougher, going faster and tougher.
"Ah---..... Fffggggghhh---- fuuckk....." His voice, stammering and stuttering rather nonsense in a sultry tone as he bit his lips, letting small grunts escape, softly moaning, he continued to please himself with blinding elation. The atmosphere was as thick and humid as before, his breath kept on getting heavier as he began to shudder, enjoying every inch of himself.
"Aahhhhhhh--..... G-g...god....., mmmmphhhhh-----" he continued to bite his lips as he felt himself reaching close to a climax. In an attempt to heighten even more the already blinding pleasure he was feeling he began to tighten the scarf on his neck by pulling it, asphyxiating him ever so slightly but still enough to get what he wanted, he kept pulling as tears began forming on his eyes, starting to sob. His profane feelings grew even more with each grunt and shudder.
His cries and wails kept on getting louder, everything was messier and sloppier as he continued –now even more vigorously as before– slobber poured down his face, a mixture of saliva and tears covering his face, he felt the need to release increase.
"Ah--- mmphhh!!!----" his massages became fast, messy strokes, a slight tear formed on his scarf from how strongly he was pulling, moans of pure pleasure escaped his mouth with more constance, his breath was heavy and stammered profusely, if he even tried to speak. He was shaking and shuddering with intense arouse that was now overtaking him. Ultimately he accelerated even more while whining. His member was starting to leak "Ah-----... Just- a little more-----.....!!!!" He couldn't keep holding it in anymore, it began seeping off him, precum atleast, he kept caressing abruptly and he gave a long, deep pleasured groan of relief as shots began puring from him, his tears kept on puring down. He unclenched his scarf and sighed deeply, the shots had stopped and he was still reeling from the excitement and agitation.
"I've made such a mess--...... But-... Ah-----..."
He wasn't stressed anymore, his pent up pressure now relieved, he felt relaxed. He'd need to fix his now disheveled look, but the pleasure he had just felt was enough to make him feel better.
"Sigh... " He gave a soft caress to himself, as to cool down after all of the stimulation, wiped off any of the sticky fluid that had gotten on him and fixed his cassock.
"I'll just go to bed now, it's late eitherway-...." He said to himself exhausted, "sniff... Sniff..." He cleaned his face with his sleeves, blushing slightly from shame. His needs weren't bothering him anymore but now his guilt was.
Continuing on his way to rest on his bed, now completely exhausted he looked at his now dirty sleeve, filled with his own fluids of tears, drool and..... One he'd rather ignore for the time being.
"I'll clean my clothes early tomorrow, I'll just act like this never happened..." He spoke to himself, as he now opened his door's room and laid on his bed tired.