Father Pietro told me that becoming a priest was a way out for me. It was certainly true that coming out to my parents would have broken their hearts but devoting myself to the church would make my mother the happiest woman on earth. I really thought that I could put my desires behind me and become a good priest. I thought that was what the priesthood was about. Until I entered the seminary and found out differently. I don't think there is a single priest here at the seminary who is not enjoying the pleasures that our altar boys have to offer.

That’s fine with me. I like men. Everything about them; their company, their bodies, their scent, the curves of their muscular bodies, the sweet taste of the honey drooling from their cocks, the musky taste of their asses, the warm wet sensation of a man’s mouth on my cock, the ego rush of a man on his knees hungry for me, the tight grip of an ass as I shove my cock into a man’s guts, the animal satisfaction of fucking, the whines of pleasure and pain that my fat dick forces out of him as I take my pleasure with his body, the ecstacy of breeding a man with my seed like an unholy communion.

My relationship with Bastian is a whole different thing, though. If I were more religious I might think that he was a demon sent by Satan to tempt me. If I were as much a hypocrite as some of the other priests, I might think that he was a blessing sent to me as some kind of reward from God, but it would be one that I don’t deserve.

What we have is none of that. I am a mortal man besotted by a beautiful youth whose fit virile body I find absolutely irresistible. I’m blessed that in his innocence he is willing to give himself up to my desires and I do everything that I can to make sure that he shares in my own experience of ecstatic orgasmic bliss in our union.

I find that I cannot risk being with him unless we are safely alone because I can hardly control my desire to strip him of his clothes and have my way with his body. Every inch of him gives me pleasure, but pressing my face between the firm round cheeks of his ass to feast on his hole is only exceeded by the pleasure of forcing my aching cock into the hot inner sanctum of his body, riding the storm of my hunger and passion toward its inevitable euphoric climax. Right or wrong, I haven’t even brought this to confession because I don’t regret it and I will do it again and again, every chance that I get.