Paul Maxben
Hi Ben dear.
Hi Max.
Hi Fr. Max.
Hi Reverend Father Maxmilliano Benhor Hontor of Sacred Heart Cathedral Parish, Kota Kinabalu.
Anyways, I heard you’re going to The Philippines by January 2020.
Funny, every time a priest is caught having a sex affair with a woman or a man, this is what the Bishop or the Church does – send the priest to either Thailand, or Rome in Italy, or the nearest one, The Philippines… to so-called study for like 2 to 3 years.
Yeah, “study” my ass.
2 to 3 years? That’s an ample time for everyone to forget about the love and sex affairs the priests had.
Oh, there are many handsome boys in The Philippines, Ben. Don’t forget to suck and fuck, have some great good sex with a few handsome boys, okay?
If you feel like fucking a woman’s pussy thinking that it will cure your homosexuality, feel free. Find prostitutes, you have money to pay for the sex service anyways because the Catholic priesthood, I mean the Diocesan priests, they have a lot of money. You do.
Or… just fuck any Catholic Sisters. Seduce the bitches, or let the bitches seduce you, whatever. Oh shit, this reminds of the Catholic priests in India that were caught having sex with – sexually abused according to the news – the Catholic Sisters.
The Vatican is a dirty place full of sexual predators and pedophiles that wear a Gandalf-white robe every fucking Sunday.
Here’s a song… a poetry… for you, Fr. Max Benhor Hontor, my cute Ben dear.
I will write a song about you ‘moving to The Philippines to study’. In the form of a poetry, I can express and say a lot.
In the mean time, I wrote this piece of poetry…urm, song… urm, rap… below just for you, Ben.
I was thinking about the chorus to sound, to word-out like this:
[Chorus]Oh shit, I got dumped by my fucking boyfriend,
He’s a Catholic priest, he’s a Catholic priest
He’s my uncle, he’s a Catholic priest
Owh, owh, owh
Oh shit, I got dumped by my fucking boyfriend,
He’s a Catholic priest, he’s a Catholic priest
He’s my uncle, he’s a Catholic priest
Here are the verses (I’ll rap it out in the near future once I’m good enough making music and beats with the DAW – digital audio workstation… as of now, I’m still learning, bought a course, learning it, it is so much fun, and brain racking too):
[Verse 1]May be now you fuck somebody’s wife to prove that you aren’t gay
May be now you fuck pay prostitutes to prove that you aren’t gay
May be now you fuck pay any girls to prove that you aren’t gay
May be now you fuck some Catholic Sisters to prove that you aren’t gay
I don’t know, I don’t care, but at the same time I do care
You can fuck all the bitches and pussies in the world to prove that you aren’t gay
You and I, we had some gay sex, had our gay love, we fucking did
Deny this shit all you want, I know you’re good when it comes to convincing, Father Max.
You’re so very convincing
Anyone would buy your pretty face, no matter the lies you said, BenA
Remember the night when I unzipped your pant and pulled out your dick and sucked it?
Your dick was delicious, you moaned, yea I licked it, you liked it
You loved it, you sucked mine too, and you told me that you love me
I told you that I love you too, but fuck you, you fooled me
I can’t believe you dumped me after our 3 years relationship
I fought for it, I’m still fighting for it but Ben, you’re such a shit. [Verse 2]
What you did to me, I will not forgive and to forget them, I will not either
I’ll ink your name on my skin, on my fucking head, yeah I fucking will, watch me
You fucking drowned me in the seas of great mental distress
Had our anal sex, our relationship was great but still I got trashed
I got replaced, yes? You replaced my ass with someone else’s ass
You’ll die for this, I swear to your fucking god, you’ll die for this, Max
You’ll die for this, you fucking broke me to pieces
I’m here all fucked up and dying, while you’re there smiling and laughing like it was nothing
What the fuck, Max? Am I a fucking joke to you?
Oh… shit… I am a fucking joke to you.
I am a fucking joke to you and you thought I was afraid to expose our shit
You thought I was scared to come out of the closet, so you hit me hard, you used my weaknesses
to hit me back, though you know I always acted like that
The cops and the court shit, I’m fucked, that chess you played it great, Ben
I know you wanted to dump me earlier, when it comes to sex you’re dirtier
With your kid’s like face, it isn’t obvious… what a hidden lie in your piousness. [Verse 3]
Keep playing a heart, you’ll die for that, there is always someone worse than me
But I know you’ll be extra careful now, because that priest job, you need it
You need it very fucking much, without it you are nothing
Without it you’re just a poor ass, uh’huh, you need that money
I remember you told me, you said you can earn around 4 to 5k a month
For a lazy job, that’s a big ass sum, with not a single tax levied on the income, whoa
Go fuck your new boyfriend in a nice hotel
Find a hotel in those areas where the parishioners are not sight, Ben
Fuck him hard, I miss those times we fucked in your car
I wish we didn’t use condom so there would be your traces left in my butt
I sat on top of you, I rode your fucking hard dick
It’s wet and slimy, I like it, your sperms I swallowed them, nyum,
It’s all then kisses and hugs
I love you Paul, I love you Ben, but your ‘I love you’ is a porky pie
Porky pie means lie, I hope you die but I hope you don’t
I hope that we’ll die together, together we’ll see your fucking god
I’ll slap him with my phallus, my pink long muscular phallus
Now let’s make love again Ben, like we used to under the stars, come on
Nah, you’re not going to want my dick anymore
Anyways, I still love you Benhor, though you’ve found a new fresher dick to explore
Jealousy, of course that emotion clouded me
It has been years and it still hurts, these pains enshrouded me
3 years of our relationship, at least once month I sucked your dick
If not twice, if not thrice, then all the time every time we dated.
By the way, I said I am going to upload our video-calling kissing screenshots this Christmas, but since you’re going to The Philippines, I am not going to upload the screenshots. I will wait until you return to KK. I will wait until you get your ass back here even after 2 to 3 years later. I will wait. Because if I upload the screenshots now, and in weeks time you’re leaving to The Philippines, it wouldn’t be fun.
Even if I would be “this motherfucker (me) is stupid, it’s been years and still can’t get over it, still can’t move on”joke to everyone for uploading the screenshots when you get back here 2 to 3 years later, I don’t mind, so fucking be it. Fuck everyone.
What did I say in the above Verse 2?
What you did to me, I will not forgive and to forget them, I will not either.
I’ll ink your name on my skin, on my fucking head, yeah I fucking will, watch me.
Good luck studying, Ben.
I love you still, you fucking cheater, promise breaker.
Your nephew, your technically ex-boyfriend,
Paul
P/S: It came to my thought that may be when you’re gone to The Philippines, The Catholic Church will send someone or hire a hitman to murder me and my cute ass (that you had fucked with your dick that I had sucked) and my death will have nothing to do with you since you’re not in the country. Like a movie this is.
Sacred Heart Cathedral Parish, Kota Kinabalu.
Katedral Hati Kudus, Kota Kinabalu.
St. Paul Catholic Church Dontozidon, Penampang.
St. Peter Claver Catholic Church, Ranau.
St. John Catholic Church, Tuaran.
Our Lady Queen of Peace Catholic Church, Kobusak.
St. John The Baptist Catholic Church, Kopungit.
Katolik Sabah.
Sabah Catholic.
Catholic priest, Reverend Fr. Maxmilliano (Max) Benhor Hontor.
