As for myself, I was raised in a “good Catholic family” with hard working blue collar parents. They worked too hard and got nothing for it. I saw myself following in their footsteps, and I didn’t like that image. Then I looked at the priests at church. They were admired and respected, lived in a house ten times better than mine, didn’t come home sweaty and exhausted at the end of the day. I knew they weren’t sexually deprived because Father Jerome had my pants off more than once and fucked my best friend Tony every chance he got.

Tony liked it just as much as Father Jerome did. I fucked Tony a few times and realized I much preferred being on top. I got some pussy, too, and let's just say, it wasn’t worth all of the trouble it takes to get it. I would just as soon have a boy’s ass. So, in the end, I made my mother the happiest woman in the world and went off to seminary. I have an older brother who can give her grandchildren.

Coming to work at St. Peter’s Boys School was a gift from God, as they say, except I’m not sure God had anything to do with it. Let’s just say life doesn’t get any better for a priest like me.

Most of our students are leaving home for the first time. You might think that coming to a Catholic school would put pressure on them to behave, but it doesn’t. About half of them are here because they are good Catholics, but the other half are here because they are incorrigible and their parents see us as the last hope to turn their sons around.

When you get a bunch of healthy young men together without any girls for them to focus their sexual desires on, it’s inevitable that quite a few of them will find themselves looking toward each other. Then the guilt sets in and of course guilt leads to confession, where I’m waiting to absolve them of their sins. Of course, absolution can take many forms.

I’ve had an eye on Marcus ever since he got here: he’s somewhat shy, studious, always very earnest, as well as slim, ivory skinned, with a cute, tight, mouth watering butt. He was a tasty little package, but I was pretty certain I wasn’t the only one who thought so. Unfortunately for me, he wasn’t in any of my classes and I had no way of getting close to him. I could only admire him from afar.

It was my turn in the confessional and I must confess myself that I was almost falling asleep, sitting there in the semi-darkness, waiting for the occasional boyish voice to recite the predictable mundane list of minor transgressions. I couldn’t believe my luck when I looked through the grill and spied young Marcus squirming nervously on the other side of the screen.

I hardly dared hope that his obvious discomfort might mean what I desperately wanted to hear. He began in his sweet quavering voice, “Bless me Father for I have sinned…” but my cock swelled with expectation when he confessed, “I’ve been having carnal thoughts.”

Of course I had to ask “About girls?”

I held my breath waiting for, “No, Father.”

Once a boy starts having “those kinds of thoughts,” it’s only a matter of time before he acts on them. At his age a young man’s body is not controlled by his better judgment. He revealed that he had not gone beyond kissing one of the other boys in the sanctuary and having impure thoughts about his roommate. My cock ached in my pants and my hand almost trembled with desire as I reached down to squeeze it.

It’s only a matter of time before a boy like Marcus gives up his virginity. If it is going to happen, I might as well be the one and there is no better time than now. Our Lord only gives us so many days on this earth. It seems almost a sin for a sweet boy like Marcus to waste any more days without understanding the pleasure that a man’s cock can give him, or begin giving men the pleasure that his young body was clearly created to offer.

I asked him if he was hard, even though I knew he would be. I opened the lower panel in the confessional and ordered him to show me his erection. It was a very nice size for a young man his age, and very well shaped. I dropped to my knees and swallowed it to the base; a perfect size to fit in my hungry mouth. I sucked the pre from his shaft, his first gasps and quiet moans of pleasure angelic music to my ears.

I wanted to taste his hole. I got up and went to his side of the booth and found him still standing facing the wall. Without saying anything, I dropped to my knees and buried my face between his cheeks, driving my tongue into the tight hole that my fingers had barely begun to breach.

He squealed and moaned in surprise as his mind struggled to process these new feelings of pleasure that he didn’t know his innocent body was capable of feeling. I stood up and readied myself to penetrate him, warning him that it might hurt. Once you get the head of your cock into a boy’s hole, you have him. It’s simply a matter of holding him firmly and letting him know that he will be fucked.

As far as first times go, he took it fairly easily. There is nothing like fucking a virgin, though. Later he will be hungry for it and know how to willingly open his hole for a man. The first time his body squirms and trembles with the unfamiliar invasion, but the reluctant muscles of his young ass are no match for the lustful desires of a man’s dick intent.

Once firmly rooted, I began to slowly fuck him but my knees were almost weak with the experience and I pulled him back to sit on the velvet covered bench with him impaled on my lap. I was surprised when he began to ride me, without even being told to do it. Clearly this little angel is a devil in disguise, born to be a play toy for the men lucky enough to get him naked in their arms.

Heaven can’t be any better than fucking the ass of a beautiful boy like Marcus. I could only hold out against the onslaught of his unexpected young enthusiasm for too long. Before I wanted to, I was pumping my holy seed deep into his guts. My cock slipped out of his ravaged hole but I reached down to stuff it back in wanting to savor every moment of my conquest.