So life in the priesthood has always agreed with me on many levels, but it just got a whole lot better. After I had been there six months, and settled in, I was allowed to hear confession. That is sort of a mixed blessing…literally. A bunch of boys locked away in seminary can only sin so much. “Reverend, I used AI to do my English Lit paper,” “Reverend, I stayed up after Lights Out playing a video game on my phone.” Every now and then one of them actually cheats on a test, or sneaks into the kitchen to ‘steal’ a snack.” Yawn!

Sometimes, though, you hit the jackpot. These boys are interested in the priesthood, so it goes without saying that a lot of them are gay. I mean why else would so many of us be fucking altar boys. It’s how I got here. At the same time, quite a few straight boys get “homo-curious,” when jacking off in the shower isn’t enough anymore. So, it doesn’t happen every time by a long shot but tolerably often you get to hear the magic words from a quavering voice on the other side of the screen, “Reverend, I’ve been having carnal thoughts.” Yes!

Little do they know it’s only going to be a few minutes before they are doing more than think about it. Of course, it's a confessional protocol to ask, “Have you acted on these thoughts?” Then you hold your breath while the boy hesitates, trying not to actually pray that he will make your day even better by whispering “No, Reverend.” Well, that can certainly be fixed easily enough. Of course, how easy depends on how tight he is, but it always fits, eventually.

A few days ago, I was sitting in the confessional. It had been a little while since I had a visitor. It was a warm day and I was almost falling asleep. I even thought about leaving a bit early, assuming the store of guilty consciences had been exhausted, when he came in. I hadn’t heard why, but Kyle had transferred to St. Peter’s mid-year. He had been here for about a month. Long enough to settle in and start getting a clue about the way things worked.

Sure enough, one of the other boys had made a move and he had succumbed to temptation. He started off with the usual petty sins, but he seemed unusually upset. I prodded and finally got it out of him. He had kissed another boy. Just kissed. But he thought about wanting more. Or tried not to think about it. Before we were done I would give him more than a kiss to think about.

After I swore him to secrecy, I gave him my raging hard cock to feel. When he gripped it, the thought about where this was leading almost made me come, but I slowed my breathing as his inexperienced hand felt its first adult erection. I didn’t even need to tell him to get on his knees and taste it. He had clearly given a lot of thought to what he wanted. He was very good! If he hadn’t been so clearly distressed by his confession I would have thought at least several guys had been here before me.

I wasn’t going to be satisfied with a blow job, though. That’s just the appetizer and I was hungry for the whole meal. I went to his side of the booth and leaned him up against the wall. It was my turn to get on my knees and take his pants down. Just the site of his pale smooth untouched ass made me shiver. I leaned in for a taste and couldn’t get enough. The deeper I worked my tongue into his hole the more he moaned and squealed.

My tongue wanted to stay there all afternoon, but my dick wanted a turn, too. I stood up and slowly pressed in. After all of that oral action, his virgin hole just opened like a flower and I sank in balls deep wondering how long I could fuck this sweet boy before I had to bless him with his first hot thick load of cum. I know I’m going back for more just as soon as I get a chance. The way he was whimpering when I bred him, I don’t think he’ll have a problem with that.