All Chapters of THE PASTOR'S SON'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRECT : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 81Aaron’s POVThe older man stepped out of the bathroom stall on shaky legs, the cool rush of air from the main warehouse brushing against his flushed, sweat-damp skin. His body still hummed with aftershocks — thighs burning, a slow trickle of cum leaking down the inside of his leg as he pulled his pants back up with trembling hands. The evidence of being thoroughly used remained hidden beneath the fabric, but he could feel it with every step. The younger man in the sleek black mask had already slipped away after one last satisfied look and a low, possessive whisper.He waited a minute inside the bathroom, adjusting his ornate crimson mask and smoothing down his shirt. The mask had stayed firmly in place the entire time, even during the most intense moments. It had hidden his face completely while he was on his knees and later bent over, moaning against the cold tiles. That anonymity had made everything sharper, more dangerous. He washed his hands at the sink, splashed cold w

Chapter 83Leon pushed open the front door, the late afternoon light casting long shadows across the hallway. His backpack felt heavier than usual, the weight of the day pressing down on his shoulders like an invisible hand. His knees ached faintly under the bandages, and the low-grade exhaustion from the fever made every movement sluggish. He kicked off his shoes quietly, hoping to slip upstairs without drawing too much attention.His mother was in the kitchen, the soft clink of dishes and the faint smell of dinner simmering on the stove filling the air. She turned when she heard the door, wiping her hands on her apron with a gentle but tired smile.“Leon, you’re home,” she said, voice soft. “How was school today?”“Fine,” he muttered, keeping his head down as he headed for the stairs. “Just a normal day.”She stepped closer, eyes scanning his face with that familiar maternal concern. “There’s a student waiting for you upstairs. He said you two have a study session. Tall boy, very co

CHAPTER 85 He watched Leon like he was waiting for impact—like the words themselves were a push, not a suggestion. Leon stood there holding the costume like it might burn him, jaw tight, eyes flicking between Aaron and the fabric as if trying to decide which one was more dangerous.Aaron didn’t rush him. He rarely did when it mattered. Pressure worked better when it came from silence, not force. And Leon, for all his stubbornness, reacted more to tension than to commands. Aaron had already figured that out.For a second, Aaron thought he might refuse outright.That would’ve been predictable.But Leon didn’t move.And that was always the interesting part about him—he never gave a clean yes or no. He hesitated like everything mattered too much, like every decision had consequences he couldn’t afford. Like even something as simple as a piece of clothing had to pass through a system of internal arguments before it was allowed to exist on his body.Aaron shifted his weight slightly, leani

Chapter 87– THIS WASN’T THE DEALLeon’s back pressed into the worn mattress, the old springs groaning under their combined weight. Aaron’s body hovered over him—solid, warm, too close. The costume’s fabric had bunched awkwardly at his waist, one strap slipping off his shoulder from the fall. His heart hammered so hard he was sure Aaron could feel it where their chests nearly touched.For a moment, neither of them moved.Aaron’s dark eyes locked onto Leon’s, surprise flickering across his face before it melted into something hotter, more deliberate. One of his hands was braced beside Leon’s head, the other had landed on Leon’s hip, fingers curled into the fabric like he’d meant to steady him but hadn’t quite let go.“Yeah,” Leon breathed, voice rough. “I’m… fine.”He should push Aaron off. He should say something sharp, sarcastic, anything to break the tension that was thickening the air between them like smoke. But his body refused to cooperate. His hands had instinctively grabbed fi

Chapter 89Leon stood in front of the small attic mirror, tugging at the hem of the costume one last time. The fabric felt foreign against his skin—too fitted, too bold—but the reflection staring back didn’t look like the invisible kid who hid behind yearbook cameras and perfect grades. He looked… noticeable. The kind of noticeable that made his stomach twist with equal parts dread and reluctant thrill.Aaron had slipped back into the room after doing whatever he did in the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. His eyes dragged over Leon slowly, appreciatively, before he pushed off and closed the distance.“The party’s already starting,” Aaron said, voice low but decisive. “We should start moving.”Leon’s head snapped toward him. “Now? Wait, no. I can’t just leave. My parents—”“Who said anything about telling them?”Aaron’s smirk was pure trouble. He crossed the room in two strides and gestured toward the narrow window on the far wall—the one that overlooke