Things at St. Peter’s have been so different than I thought they would be. I was afraid I might get kicked out when the priest found out I like looking at pictures of naked men. I was just hoping they wouldn’t tell my mother. Instead, Father Aries offered to help me. But that turned out to be taking my virginity and coming inside me. I mean, I guess he seduced me, but I ended up riding his cock, and shot my cum all over the floor. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t deny that I liked it. Maybe I even wanted it to happen again. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to get Father Aries in trouble. Then I was in the bathroom and overheard a couple of the other boys talking. It happened to them, too, but not with Father Aries. The other priests fuck the altar boys, too. It was all too confusing. The fact that I really liked it just confused me even more. I ended up just running away for a while. I told my mother that I was homesick, and just being in the strange environment of boarding school was too much. She said that I was a young man now and sometimes life is scary. She asked if anything bad happened there, like was I being bullied or anything. I didn’t think it was exactly a lie to say, “No.” She thought I needed to go back to St. Peter’s and work out my fears. She said that grown men don’t run away from life. The truth was that I did miss my friends, and Father Aries, too.When I came back to school, Father Aries welcomed me with open arms. Literally. He said that he had missed me and was worried about me. He agreed with my mother, even though she meant I needed to face my insecurity, and Father Aries meant that I needed to face my sexual doubts. He went right back to fucking me, and I tried to just let go and enjoy it. He even fucked me on the altar in the sanctuary and told me that, if we could do it with God watching, then we shouldn’t be ashamed of it, but we still had to keep it secret. I was so shocked at first, I didn’t know what to do. I mean, sex right there on the altar? But he said that our pleasure was sacred, and it was a gift for God, like a sacrifice of our orgasms. Then I thought about God watching me get fucked and wondered if it turned him on like watching porn. That was like too crazy, but Father Aries was fucking me harder, getting ready to spill his seed in my hole, and I couldn’t think anymore.Then Father Scott came to my room one night and told me that I was a beautiful boy and he wanted to take me. To be honest, it had been a while since I had been with Father Aries, and I was really horny. He’s a handsome man. Kind of a father figure. I guess he’s what gay guys call a Daddy. He just got on his knees behind me and told me to keep praying while he ran his hands over my body, getting me more and more turned on. He fucked me for a long time before he gave me his seed. Being with him was nice. I realized different men do it in their own way. But it also just sort of opened up something in me. Sex with the priests wasn’t just a naughty secret between me and Father Aries anymore. It was something more.It was still kind of crazy, and I was still struggling to accept it, but it was becoming more normal. I have a new roommate, Tyga. I find myself looking at him and wondering what it would feel like to fuck him. I think I’ll get a chance soon; I’ve caught him looking at me, too. Yesterday, I had to go back to confession. I went into the confessional and heard Father Snow’s voice. A sort of thrill ran through me. He’s quiet and intense. Suddenly, I was wondering what it would feel like for him to fuck me.Even though I don’t think I really need to confess to having sex anymore, I sort of wondered if that was kind of the magic word. I said that I had been having thoughts about other boys. Sure enough, the curtain opened, and a second later, I was holding onto the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. He’s massive! I wondered what I had gotten myself into. My hole twitched, and I wanted to know what he would feel like inside me.He came around to my side. This time, I knew what would happen. I thought I was used to taking cocks, but his was so big. I felt like I was being split open. It hurt more than my first time. His arms were around me, though. I could feel his hot breath on my neck. It’s becoming an instinct that I can’t fight. I don’t want to fight. I just melt into their arms and let them use me, filling me up with their hard, throbbing dicks. I’ve learned to become a receptacle for their desire, the chalice to hold their sacred seed for our Lord. Soon, though, he pulled me back and sat on the bench with me riding him. I was bouncing up and down, overcome with my own desire. I tried to think about offering my pleasure to God, but really I was just wanting Father Snow to fuck me deeper and harder, soothing the hunger deep in my hole. And thinking about how much I wanted the warm, wet feeling of being filled up with his seed.