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Chapter 2: Sunday Tour
Manuel POV:
When I woke up Monday morning I thought I was experiencing an earthquake, but then I heard my father's voice "Manuel, levantarte from your bed. We have to go to church." I put on the uniform my uncle had apparently left this morning. It was a white collared shirt with a burgundy tie and a burgundy cardigan, it also was some burgundy shorts that ended a little before my knees and I had to wear black dress shoes. My family was ready to go and we got in the car.
When we arrived everyone's eyes were on us. "What are they looking at?" my father said angrily. "Honey, we are just new that's all" my mother said trying to calm my father down. We got into the church and my father's boss was at the front greeting some friends. He saw my father and called for him "Gabe, how are you? Welcome to our church" he said "good and thank you!" my father responded. He invited us to sit with his family, that's what I feared he would say. We went to the bench row they were sitting in and he was there the godlike guy I had seen yesterday. I instantly began feeling a rising in my shorts and until his father interrupted my longing gaze into his eyes and asked for my name "Manuel, sir." I said avoiding eye contact and starting at my feet. "Call me Justin" he said "well you're looking what you see so far?" I instantly for embarrassed and he said "it's okay if you don't like the church." "Oh no, I am sorry it's beautiful" I responded, I thought I had been caught gazing at his son. Well after church my son can show you around the school. I looked at his son who said "sure, no problem!" and quickly looked back to the front of the church. I don't think he likes me much.
Kent POV:
It was Sunday morning which means Sunday mass which is something special to me. My parents grew up in the Catholic and I was brought up the same way. Even I find myself paying more attention in mass than my own parents. I love the church it has helped me in tough situations in my life. However, this morning I couldn't bring myself to get up out of my bed I was too tired. My father called for me and I quickly got up and got ready putting on my uniform while brushing my teeth. Ben, our butler, had dinner ready downstairs when I got there and my parents had finished eating. When I finished we got into the car and I didn't like my hair covering my forehead since I didn't have time to do it.
When we got to church I greeted my friends who greeted me back. My parents went to go speak with their friends. When my parents were ready to enter the church I said goodbye to my friends and headed off with my parents. They entered the church and sat in the near front as they usually do and we waited. My father went with one of his friends to go and speak outside. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" my mother looked at me worriedly. "Yes mother, I just didn't get much sleep I was too busy thinking" I said to her and smiled weakly. "What were you thinking about?" she asked and I responded with "I guess feelings." "Listen, feelings are strong and sometimes we are caught up in so much that we forget we have any" she continued "until something comes along and reminds you of it." I just nodded and then she said "Lucy is such a good girl, no wonder you feels so much for her, my boy is in love." "Huh?" I responded, when she gave me a confused look I continued "is it really that obvious?" She gave me a kiss on the cheek and a tight arm hug.
When my father he returned with the worker from yesterday and then I saw him. I was locked in eye contact with him and then my father interrupted it by asking him for his name. I still remembered his name when his father screamed at him a couple times at my house. His voice was really light and raspy which really caught my attention, in a good way. They were talking and I just kept looking at the front of the church hoping that the erection that had emerged in my pants would hopefully go away. My father broke me out of my concentration when he offered me to show him around at the end of mass. "Sure, no problem!" is all I could say and quickly look back to the front of the church.
Manuel POV:
When mass was over his parents told mine that they would take them to meet the priest while their son shows me around. I still hadn't caught his name and it was beginning to bug me, so as we were walking out of church I asked him. "Keith" was all he said and he kept walking and I followed struggling to keep up with his fast pace. We walked across the street of the church to go to the school and it was empty. "Can you go in, it doesn't look like anyone is there?" I said and he just smiled. "Don't worry my parents give a great deal of donations to the school, my father practically runs it" with that smile still plastered on his beautiful face.
We walked into the hallway of the Biblical Studies building and he was showing me what classrooms taught what subject. I wasn't really focused though because I kept looking at his lips, but I was mesmerized of how plump they were. When he finished speaking at the end of the hall I looked to the right and saw the bathroom and I really needed to use it. "Can I go in and use the restroom real quick?" I asked him and he said "of course, I actually need to use the restroom as well." I didn't want to pee next to him with the erection I had pressing up against and the seven inches getting harder to contain in my shorts. I quickly went towards the first stall, but he also went for the same one. As our hands reached for the handle they touched mine under his. We didn't move our hands away for a couple seconds but as soon as I started lightly caressing his hand over mine he ran into the bathroom stall in the far end.
Kent POV:
Mass was over and we walked out of church, our families left Manuel and I alone to go explore the school. As we were walking out he asked for my name and I didn't even notice I hadn't introduced myself to him. I could only mutter my name because he made me very nervous. I began to walk faster because again I could feel my cock sneaking out the top of my shorts. He was practically jogging trying to keep up with me which I thought was adorable, especially since he didn't complain about it he just adapted.
When we got to the school it was empty like it should be on Sundays, fortunately, my father funds the school very well and I assured him it was okay. I showed him some of the classrooms and caught him staring at me. I was actually really happy that I caught him staring at me, it was turning me on seeing him look off into the distance every time I turned to look at him. As we continued on with tour he asked if he can use the restroom I actually needed to use it as well and my eight inches of hard dick was really scaring me. I showed him to the restroom and was going to use it as well but then I saw a stall and I much rather wanted to use a stall where he can't see the hard on that is pressing against my briefs peeking out into my shorts. So I quickly went towards it and so did he. We both grabbed the handle at the same time his hand over mine and I was shocked frozen. He started caressing my hand and his soft hands were rubbing my fingertips. I finally snapped out of it and ran into the stall in the far end of the restroom, the hard on inside my shorts couldn't contain itself it was practically pulsing and aching for relief. As I sat on the toilet seat thinking I heard the stall door open and looked up to see him.
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