Description: I was making my rounds, doing lights out room checks, when I looked in on Kyle and Dylan. I found them sitting on the floor kissing. I assume that they had gotten on their knees to say their nightly prayers and become ‘distracted’ as it were. They must have been distracted, indeed, to not think about the fact that someone would be coming along soon for their bed check. I might have thought they did it on purpose, but they seemed genuinely embarrassed to be caught. I should have given them a stern lecture, made them say a rosary of penance, and sent them to bed. The altar boys are taught that they should allow the priests to help them with their carnal desires. Complete celibacy is an unrealistic expectation for any healthy man. The requirement of celibacy had less to do with abstaining from sex than not fathering children that might register an inheritance claim against the Church. Certainly, there is no danger of that in fucking altar boys. However, we cannot allow the school to become a hotbed of horny schoolboys fucking each other. Then there is the issue of priests who need willing partners to relieve their own desires. It is better for everyone to maintain sex as a holy ritual. One in which the boys serve their priests, just as they serve our Lord in the ritual of Mass. However, righteous perfection is a goal no man can achieve. That is why we have Confession and Penance. In this case, the sight of them kissing immediately ignited a fire in my own loins that needed to be relieved. I also know boys well enough to realize that any lecture would only result in them being back at it as soon as the sound of my footsteps faded down the hall. Obviously, we all had needs that must be satisfied. I can always find a boy to accept my seed when my balls are full. The prospect of enjoying two boys at the same time is a rare opportunity, though. I stepped into the room and made them aware of my presence. They immediately ceased their activity, although it was obviously too late to avoid being caught. I walked over and sat on the bed between them and asked if they had finished their prayers, and told them to continue. They leaned on the bed and resumed praying while I looked down their fit backs to their firm round asses, stretching the fabric of their long nightshirts tight. If I hadn’t already been aroused, that sight would have had me hard in moments. I couldn’t help but reach out to caress their such desirable bodies. I knew I was disturbing their prayers but, I knew as well that they were hardly focused on praying when their nerves were strung tight wondering what the outcome of being caught misbehaving might be. I might as well let them know that I was anything but upset. One reason for the altar boys to sleep in nightshirts is because they are so easy to lift up around a boy’s waist. Dylan and Kyle were modestly wearing underpants, but those were equally easy to slip down around their knees. Soon, I was on my knees with the two of them kneeling on the bed in front of me. Two pairs of firm round pale melon cheeks framing sweet tight holes displayed for my pleasure and satisfaction. A well-trained boy is like a musical instrument for a man who knows how to bring the mewling song of angels from their lips by playing their sensitive holes with his fingers and tongue. I have to admit that there is a certain, illicit ego rush in taking a reluctant altar boy merely willing to do his duty and receive my seed, and transforming him into a hungry slut with his legs spread almost begging to be fucked. Highly sexed young men are helpless once their desire is ignited. Kyle and Dylan were no different. There was no reluctance in their participation at all, though. In fact, I flatter myself to think that they might have been secretly thrilled by the unexpected occasion of finding themselves in the hands of a well hung older man skilled at working his cock into tight young holes and breeding them well. I only regretted that back to back multiple orgasms is not a skill that I have. They would both be well fucked but, unfortunately, only one of these beautiful boys would receive the offering of my holy seed. I took my time with their sweet bodies. At one point, I allowed Kyle to suck Dylan’s cock while I ate Kyle’s ass and fingered Dylan’s prostate. The feeling of his hole quivering around my finger with his rising orgasmic desire was delightful, but I had no intention of letting him come so soon, and my own hard cock and aching balls needed tending to. I got them up, and taking turns sucking me, until I was finally fucking my cock between their lips on either side. I fucked Kyle first, kneeling on all fours. His ass was everything that I knew it would be. I know I didn’t give him as much as he wanted, and I’ll make up for that just as soon as I can get him alone. In fact, he may well be a few minutes late for class in the morning. It was Dylan's turn, though. He laid on his back and, with one leg on my shoulder, I started to fuck him. That is one of my favorite positions, and he was incredibly sexy, laid out in front of me. Kyle laid down on the other bed, jacking off while he watched his roommate get fucked, shooting a load onto his rippled abs. Usually I like to breed boys when I fuck them. In fact, they are intended to be chalices for our holy seed that, along with our pleasure in fucking them, is offered up to God. This time, watching Dylan shoot his cum onto his chest, I pulled out at the last second and added mine to his, glazing his abs and chest in warm pungent seed. It was too late for him to shower, so he would have to sleep covered in our sticky offering. I imagined the scent wafting up from under his covers, filling his nose and mind with the reminder of what we had just done, and making his sore hole twitch with a desire for more.
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