Since coming to St. Peter's, my life has really changed. I grew up knowing that I would be a priest. It was like being a crown prince or something. You are the youngest son, so you will be given to the church. I’ve always been a devout Catholic. That just came naturally to me. My faith is authentic, so I never minded that my path was chosen for me. As I got older and thoughts of other boys started to intrude on my mind, taking vows seemed like a good thing. I know that having desires is natural, and even homosexual desires are not something you can help, even if they should be resisted. Becoming a priest seemed like an answer to that whole confusing question. Then I arrived at St. Peter’s and fell down a rabbit hole. Sex between men is not only okay, but sex between the older priests and young altar boys is what God intends. Altar boys are chalices for the sacred seed of men chosen by God. As a symbol of his presence, their actions are holy rituals. Their desire becomes a gift to him. Sometimes I think their desire is not that different from any man’s desire, but I’m sure thinking that it is sinful, and I try to put it out of my mind. We are told that sex between altar boys is definitely sinful. We should keep ourselves pure, as God’s vessels. I’m still struggling to sort all of this out. I did have sex with my roommate, though. I don’t know. He is cute, and we are there together all the time, even seeing each other naked.Since the priests have started using me, it has revealed desires in my body that I never really had before. Desires that the priests don’t fulfill. I don’t know if they fuck all the boys. I don’t think so. But they still have lots to choose from, and they don’t give me their seed as often as I want it. Even though when they do, it feels strange. My roommate, Alex, doesn’t feel guilty at all. He just likes sex with other guys, any other guys, and I can’t resist him.I went to confession. I didn’t mention sex with the other priests since they said not to tell anybody, and I guess it’s not a sin with them. I did admit that Alex and I had done stuff. He didn’t seem as concerned as I expected him to be. He made me tell him everything. He even told me to open my pants and get myself hard. I think he could see through the screen. I guess it turned him on. He opened a curtain under the grill in the confessional booth. I had wondered why that was there. We don’t have that in my church at home.He presented me with his hard cock. It wasn’t as long as Father Snow but almost as big around at the base. He told me to suck it for him, and I did. I don’t really know him. He doesn’t teach my classes, or anything. I’ve seen him looking at me, though. A lot of the priests do, since Father Snow took my virginity in the rectory. I wonder if he said something to them. I thought it was supposed to be a secret.Anyway, I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, but the next thing I know, Father Sargent is in the booth with me. He made me suck him some more, and then he stood me up and told me to lean against the wall. I couldn’t believe we were doing that right there in the confessional. In the sanctuary! He got on his knees and started licking my hole.I couldn’t think after that. I never imagined that it could feel so good. All the priests like it. I think they do it because it turns us on so much that it makes us want them to fuck us. It’s like it lights this fire inside of you that only their cocks and cum can extinguish. They seem to like doing it, too, though. They pant and groan. Some of them really get into it a lot. Father Sargent seemed to.Then he stood up and thrust his cock into my hole. It was really fat and it hurt, but I got used to it. I think he had been looking at me earlier. It seemed like he had been looking forward to fucking me for a long time. He was fucking me fast and groaning with every thrust. It didn’t take long before he was filling me with his seed. I wonder if I’m supposed to like it as much as I do. I am God’s chalice, after all.