Then Emery's rigid erection sank deep into Giovanni's secret, wet place, he slowly entered, but that didn't minimize the presence of the hard flesh that slid with some resistance between the hot, slippery inner walls.
"Don't be nervous Giovanni, I'll take it slow... Shhh... Calm down" Emery asked kissing the wet eyes of the young man who clung to the bishop tightly with a trembling body.
Emery was as patient as he could manage, but he too reached the limit and with very little to fill the young man, he pushed with a little more haste and force, making the head of his erection hit the novice's prostate.
Giovanni arched his back and gasped, his breathing stopped for a moment before he started breathing again as if he'd just risen to the surface of a deep lake. He didn't know how to feel, on the one hand, he felt enormous pleasure and ended up coming on Emery's plain stomach, only he also felt a significant amount of filling and pain.
