Curious, Noah stopped and listened. It was Marcus and he sounded strange to Noah—nervous, even. Noah peeked through a slight opening in the curtain and what he saw changed his life forever: Dex and Marcus were standing less than ten feet away. Suddenly, Dex reached over and pulled Marcus over to him. Then they kissed!

Stunned, Noah didn’t know what to do. Such brazen sin! And yet the blood rushing simultaneously to his head and his loins- and the rapid beating of his heart felt…exciting, primal, instinctive. A thousand thoughts in an instant passed through the young altar boy’s mind.

Then in the next instant, Noah watched as Marcus suddenly broke the kiss and gently pushed Dex away. Marcus blushed crimson and tried to adjust the growing bulge in his slacks. Then he murmured something to Dex that Noah couldn’t quite hear. Marcus turned away and dashed out of the altar room, leaving Dex standing alone with his own thoughts.

Noah couldn’t help himself. He pulled the curtain away and pushed past into the altar room. Dex jumped, startled by Noah’s sudden appearance. Like Marcus, he also was sporting a sizable lump in his slacks. At the same time, Noah couldn’t help but notice the smile on his fellow dorm buddy’s cute face…

***

The next day, Noah woke with a start. Guilt washed over him and he knew that his actions would have real-life consequences. In his heart, being a good Catholic boy, he knew that he must visit the confessional booth right after his duties at Morning Mass.

And that was exactly what the young altar boy did. Father Patrick was scheduled to be present at the confession chamber. The priest was a very serious man, always seeming to be deep in prayer; never saying much, but always actively listening and offering a straying sinner the path back onto the straight and narrow.

Noah took a deep breath and entered the confessional booth where Father Patrick was already waiting. The holy priest listened dutifully as Noah confessed that he’d chosen to play video games in his dorm instead of going to Bible study and completing his chores. Father Patrick waited for the youth to continue, but instead Noah fell silent and seemed to wait for the priest to forgive him and dismiss him back to the dorms.

Father Patrick suggested rather tersely that he had more to confess—a sin far more serious than he was letting on. The hapless altar boy weakly feigned unawareness, but Father Patrick quickly disclosed that he had taken confession from his dorm mate Dex that involved Noah as well.

With slumped shoulders, Noah relayed to the priest how he and Dex had fooled around and made out, but they absolutely did nothing more. Father Patrick seemed satisfied with this revised confession. He suggested that although the physical sins the boy had committed were fairly minimal, it was the youth’s inner desires that were the real sin. Father Patrick announced that he believed Noah wanted much more than just a kiss from his dorm mate.

Instead of offering Noah an absolution, Father Patrick had another idea. He was utterly convinced that the altar boy would do anything to earn the priest’s forgiveness. So, as he pressed the nervous youth about the extent of which he’d fantasized about sex, he continued to stroke himself. A copious amount of precum dripped from his steel hard erection.

Father Patrick finally asked Noah if the boy’s impure sexual thoughts had caused him to get an erection. The boy was startled by this question, but he was past hiding anything from the priest anymore. Noah confessed that he was indeed very hard; more than that, he was touching himself much like Father Patrick was.

The priest made Noah vow never to speak of what was going to occur next. Noah promised that he would never tell. A moment later, Father Patrick pushed his thick, swollen penis past the curtained partition. Noah gasped, then froze.

Countless times, all alone in his dorm—dick in hand—Noah had furiously beaten off fantasizing about exactly this kind of moment. The boy had only ever seen other men’s penises in the gymnasium showers. Never had he seen another man’s erect penis.

Suddenly, the voice of Father Patrick yanked young Noah out of his reverie. The priest took the boy’s hand. Noah’s heart beat rapidly in his chest as Father Patrick showed the youth how to stroke his uncut penis—sliding the foreskin gently over the shiny, oozing head and slit of his cockhead.

Noah was delighted and amazed by how awesome this sensation felt. He had no idea how mind-blowing the feeling of his tiny, silky smooth hand felt on Father Patrick’s enormous, swollen staff. The priest’s penis pulsed as Noah tried to get his entire hand around the thick flesh, but was unsuccessful in doing so.

Father Patrick instructed Noah to get onto his knees…