The life of a priest is far more complicated than most of our parishioners would ever imagine. We are on a pedestal, something less than a Saint, but more than human. That is necessary for us to have moral authority and believably stand at the altar and turn wine into the holy Blood of Christ. As I say, the truth is more complicated. Underneath our black suits and behind our white collars, we are men. We have flaws, we have weaknesses, and we are subject to the same desires and hungers as any other men.

When Bastian came to me to confess what he believes are his sinful sexual desires, I realized that it was time for him to see behind the curtain of priestly perfection. To learn the secret of our Brotherhood. That is, that we are a brotherhood and, while there are temptations to be resisted, there are others that we brothers must help each other to manage rather than deny.

First, I told Bastian that I would help him, then I asked if he would trust me. Like the loyal Son of the Church that I knew him to be, he said, “Yes.” When I told him to take off his pants, he was as shocked as I expected, but he complied. I commanded him to lay across my lap. As he did, I felt his body shiver, and his cock twitched against my thighs. I knew then that I could indeed offer him the comfort and guidance that he needed.

Looking down at his gorgeous fit body lying before me, my own body shivered and my own cock began to swell with expectation. I pulled off his briefs and gazed on an ass that an angel might envy, and Michelangelo himself could only have wished to have for inspiration. While I knew that the Lord would not begrudge me the pleasure that this lesson would offer me, I knew it must be a lesson and not merely the fulfillment of my own carnal hunger.

I raised my hand and smacked his round firm cheeks full force. Bastian flinched but he didn’t cry out. I hit him again and again. I asked him if he enjoyed it and was pleased that he was honest enough to admit that he did. I couldn’t resist leaning forward to breathe in the sweet scent of his smooth ivory skin. My head swam with desire. It was time to take the next step with him.

I raised him to his feet and kissed him, as his soft lips opened to receive my tongue. I unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall away exposing the greek god like beauty of his full nakedness. Then I bent and took the moist head of his full virile young cock into my mouth tasting its sweetness. Then I moved him to the sofa.

Knowing, by this time what I wanted, he willingly bent over the heavy leather arm and presented his ass to me. I barely had time to kiss it before Bastian was on his knees before me sucking my own throbbing manhood deep into his throat. Rarely has anyone offered me such devout worship. Before he could provoke me to spill my seed on his tongue, I pushed him away and he took his place on the sofa again, where I could worship his perfect ass and heavenly sweet hole.

When I raised up and began to fuck him, he took my cock to the root without complaint or resistance, but he was still tight enough to make my body shudder in ecstacy. I fucked him deep and slow, hard and fast, then sat back on the sofa and let him take over, riding me. At last with him on his back, I began to fuck him in earnest. I knew his lesson had been well learned as I fucked him to orgasm and watched him shoot his thick white seed onto his chest.