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Conrad clicked the lighter shut as he took a long drag of his fifth cigarette of the day.**?Are you sure you want to do this?* Like really sure???They don?t call it a calling for nothing, North.?Conrad North and Peter Kjellsson were sitting outside this fifties-themed diner, having just finished their burgers, and Peter was slowly slurping his shake, as his best friend since fifth grade chain-smoked as he had at any available moment since eighth grade.**?Seriously though, Pete, the priesthood?* Can you really go the rest of your life without sex? I thought you wanted a family with ten kids and a* big messy house and to be* Dad of the year or some shit?? * Conrad asked as smoke came out of his nose.*Pete ran his hand over his dirty blonde, very curly hair,* and sighed.* ?When you get called,* you have to listen. Do you remember the story of Jonah and the whale???Most whales eat other things like krill or plankton.* I?m just saying,* give it some real thought before you resign your dick to a life isvecbahis of solitude. I don?t want to read some news article about you being one of those Catholic priests having broken the vow of chastity in an illegal way...??You won?t.* I mean.* I barely have any sexual experience anyway. It?s not like I know what I am missing all that much.?Conrad stamped the cigarette out with his Chuck Taylor sneaker and exhaled the smoke out of his nose again. In the late, crisp, autumn air,* the smoke was really clear and gave Conrad the aura of a bull or a minotaur, which made sense considering the labyrinth of life examination this conversation held.*?Maybe you should.* You know, find out.* Hire a hooker or something?* I can help you look for one.?**Conrad moved from sitting on the table to sitting back in the chair like a normal person. His eyes were almond-shaped and ink-black but bright with excitement at the thought of helping his friend get laid.While Peter was a chubby, round-faced, wet dream isveçbahis giriş of manhood with too much curly platinum blonde hair, wispy on his head. Conrad was tree bark brown* And clearly given an Anglo-sounding name to distract from that. His black hair was sleek and shiny. He looked like a Bollywood movie star. He could run his hands through his hair and make people swoon. He also had the physique that screamed a relationship with some sort of a fitness routine.*?I am not sure how I feel about a hooker. I would rather it be with someone I know.* I feel like a hooker would* ? make it hard for me to ? perform.?**The fact that the soon-to-be-priest was even entertaining his friend?s suggestion about a hooker, to basically bang his brains out before he goes to Seminary school in a few months,* spoke volumes to how much he?d already considered such a thing.*Conrad buzzed his lips in thought. * ?Well,* have you got anyone in mind?* I know you dated Michelle for like* five seconds in isveçbahis yeni giriş sophomore year, and asked Rachel to prom, just so you didn?t have to go alone but* beyond that, I don?t really know what you like??I don?t think I do either.?Conrad exhaled a scoffing laugh.* ?Well,* what do you think about when you jerk off??Peter suddenly became interested in his shake and started slurping it to keep from talking for a moment. * Conrad waited patiently and was contemplating taking out another cigarette.?I don?t really know, I mean I just think about how much I need to cum. Over and over. Till I do.??So ? urgency turns you on?* That need to release and unload into someone,* anyone, or anything, just ?.the ache, the build, and the gushing finish, and sweet relief?* Conrad deduced perceptively.Peter fidgeted in his seat a little bit and looked over at Conrad, his chest, and how his shirt clung to his body,* and the stubble on his chin,* and how his nostrils naturally flared upward a bit, reminding him of minotaurs again. He looked away.* Feeling his body getting hard, at the thought of unloading all over his friend?s face,* or taking him with reckless abandon in the nearby alleyway.?Yeah.* You could say that? * he replied awkwardly.*