A solo gay man's fetish play in the church after service

After the morning service at the local church, a young, solo gay man couldn't resist the allure of the holy sanctuary. His fetish for uniforms had always been strong, and the sight of his fellow altar servers in their crisp white surplices only fueled his desire. He found himself drawn to the sacristy, where the servers usually changed out of their robes. As he slipped into one of the surplices, the fabric caressed his body, heightening his arousal. His hands roamed over the material, feeling the smooth texture against his skin. The sight of his reflection in a nearby mirror, clad in the white robe, was enough to send him into a frenzy. His hands ventured lower, grasping his growing member through the thin fabric of his pants. He began to stroke himself, his movements mirroring his reflection. The sensation of the robe against his skin, coupled with the erotic thought of being in a church, was too much to resist. His strokes grew more frantic, his breath hitching as he neared climax. The sanctity of the church became a playground for his most carnal desires.