When my mother caught me and a friend fooling around in my bedroom, she freaked out. I mean, not like screaming and yelling; she wasn’t like that. But her face went pale, and she got tense all over. I could almost see her shaking. She told my friend that she should call his mother, but she wouldn’t because she didn’t want to break up his family. She told me that she would give us a few minutes alone to say goodbye because he was no longer welcome in our home. I was crushed. I don’t guess we were in love, but we were best friends. She said that she knew that I couldn’t help my orientation, but it was a sinful nature I should resist. Things were tense and quiet around the house for the next few days. She barely spoke to me. Then she sat me down and said that she had spoken to our priest, Father Thomas, and he told her about a Catholic boys school, St. Peter’s, that he thought would be appropriate for me. They had already registered me and everything. There was nothing I could do. I thought I would probably not have sex again until I was at least twenty-five! They probably don’t even allow masturbation. Who knows what the boys there would be like? I wasn’t exactly one of the popular kids in my school, but I had lots of friends, and I liked it there. I wasn’t even sure about being away from my mother. At least, the mother she used to be.In my wildest dreams, I never imagined what St. Peter’s is really like. I was only there a few days before my roommate, Lucky, asked me if I wanted to sleep in his bed. We just jacked each other off, and he gave me my first blowjob. He asked me if I had been fucked, and I said, “No.” I was kind of afraid of it, not even sure I wanted to try it. He said that at first it really hurts, but then it’s really the most amazing feeling ever. But he said the rule was that we were only supposed to let the priests fuck us. It is okay to do it as long as it’s a ritual before God or something.The more I thought about it. The more I wanted to see what it was like. A whole week had gone by since I came here, and none of the priests had tried anything. People have told me I’m cute. I guess so, but sometimes I think I’m kind of nerdy, with my glasses and all. I’m not super sexy like Lucky. I think he’s so cute. The fathers haven’t even made him shave his wispy sort of mustache. Maybe they think it looks as good on him as I do.I was thinking maybe I just wasn’t sexy enough for the Fathers to want me. I wish I had contact lenses, but my mother says that they are an unnecessary expense, and I can get them when I have my own money. We aren’t even allowed to have part-time jobs while we are here. Lucky says I’m very cute, and he’s sure that’s not the reason. Then he told me that some of the boys think that if you go and pray in the meditation room, it’s sort of an unofficial signal that you want to get fucked.Lucky even lost his virginity to Father Snow in the rectory, but he was just looking for a quiet place to pray and didn’t know it would happen. It made me think about Father Snow. He’s really hot for an older guy. Lucky says his cock is huge, but I couldn't get him out of my mind. A few days later, I decided to go see what would happen.I was kneeling on the prie-dieu. I wasn’t really praying. I couldn’t concentrate. Besides, if I had tried to pray, I would have asked God to send Father Snow to take my cherry, and I thought that probably wasn’t appropriate. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Father Sargent. He’s not as sexy as Father Snow, but he kind of reminds me of my uncle George. He’s handsome in a very rough sort of way. He doesn’t seem like he ought to be a priest. More like some adventurer or something.It was just like Lucky said. He was standing behind me and put his hands on my shoulders, squeezing them to help me relax, I guess. Then he started stroking the back of my neck with his fingertips, and I got goosebumps. He leaned down, and I felt his warm breath on my ear, and I could smell the faint scent of his aftershave, Old Spice, like my dad wore. I think it’s kind of an old man’s cologne, but it was reassuring somehow.He was kissing my neck and told me to stand up, then he reached around to unbuckle my belt. My cock was like a steel spike, but my brain was going all fuzzy. It was like I could feel his desire for my body just radiating out of him, and I was helpless in his arms, but I wanted to be. He leaned me up against the prie-dieux and pulled my pants down. Then he slowly pulled my briefs down, revealing my cock like it was something sacred.When he got my briefs off, he held them to his nose, breathing in my scent. I never imagined somebody doing that, but seeing how much it turned him on was hot. He was almost trembling. Then he leaned in and took me in his mouth. It felt so good! I was so hard it hurt. He sucked me for a while, and it was great, but then he turned me around, and I knew what that meant. He leaned in and began kissing me back there before he spread my cheeks and started licking my hole. Nothing Lucky told me described what that was really like.It was so amazing, and I could feel myself relaxing. There was a tingling feeling in my guts, like my body already knew it wanted to be fucked. Like my hole was made to have a man’s cock in it. It seemed like time just stopped, but his tongue didn't. He just kept licking me and kissing me. Part of me didn’t want it to stop, but another part wanted him to stand up and fuck me.Finally, he stood up and started getting undressed. He undid his pants and unbuttoned his shirt. Then he pushed me to my knees. His cock wasn’t all that long, so I thought it might be easier to take, but when I started to suck him, I realized that it was really fat. After a while, just before my mouth started to get really tired, he stood me up again. He guided me back to sit on the velvet armchair, and I thought, “This is it!” I was trying to relax. Lucky told me that was important.He didn’t try to fuck me, though. He just stood there looking down at me, jacking off. I didn’t know what to do, so I joined him. We both just looked at each other, jacking our cocks until we came. He tasted the cum on the head of my cock and kissed me. I didn’t know what to think about that. It was kind of disappointing after getting myself all psyched up. Lucky says maybe it wasn’t time for me to lose my virginity, yet. He doesn’t know how the Fathers decide that.Or maybe Father Sargent just started feeling guilty at the last minute. Our Bishop says what the Fathers do with us is okay, but I’m pretty sure the Pope doesn’t think so. The Fathers are sort of caught between what the Church says and what their bishop and their bodies tell them. Lucky says he’s sure it won't be long before I get anointed with their seed, though. Now, I can’t wait!