I think my roommate Tyga and I are in love with each other. Even priests aren’t supposed to fall in love. They are supposed to be married to the church and devote themselves to our Lord. I don’t care, though. I don’t know what will happen, but I’m not going to give Tyga up. We have to be careful, though. I got us in trouble when I fucked him in the rectory. I just wanted something different from hiding in our room. I didn’t think anybody would find out, but of course they did. Now we’re more careful, and I’m trying to be good. Several times a week, I go to the rectory and let Father Snow “find” me. That’s what is supposed to happen. When altar boys feel like they need the comfort of sex, they go to the rectory, and one of the fathers will fuck them and maybe even let them cum. So Father Snow thinks I’m behaving and letting him “take care of my needs.” In a way, he does, though. I mean, I like being the top and fucking Tyga, but all the rest of it, too… just being the leader in our relationship. And the way Tyga is content to curl up in my arms and let me lead. I have to admit though, that there is something about Father Snow. He’s very handsome, and he has a huge dick. Now that I’ve gotten used to it, it feels really good when he fucks me. I guess he’s my top.He just likes sex so much. Or at least he likes fucking me. His hands are so strong, and when he touches me, it’s almost like I can feel his desire, like electric shocks on my skin. He rubs his beard on my neck and chews on my earlobes. It’s like he’s a beast that can barely control himself. I just get caught up in that, and my body goes weak. I can’t resist him. It’s good that he’s so gentle because I think I would let him do anything he wanted.I realized that when he punished me after he caught me and Tyga. He had me take off my pants and lay across his lap. Then he spanked me with a wooden paddle. It really hurt, but I didn’t want it to stop. Somehow the fact that it was him doing it just made me want to take more and more. Just like when he fucks me, I don’t care how hard he gets. I almost like it when he stretches my hole until it hurts and pounds into me until it takes my breath away.Yesterday, I went to the rectory and pretended to pray. Actually, I really tried. I did. But my cock was hard and my hole was twitching with what I hoped was about to happen. I couldn’t really pray. Then I heard him behind me. That deep voice that makes chills run up my spine. He stepped up behind me and said to focus on my prayers. He knows as well as I do that I can’t pray with his hands on me. He really just means to be still and let him be in control.First he just massaged my shoulders, but then he raised me to my feet and started slowly undressing me and nibbling on my ears. I was panting and helpless. I think if his arms hadn’t been around me, I wouldn't have been able to stay standing. Pretty soon though, he had me leaning over the prie dieu, and he was eating my ass.The contrast between his coarse beard tickling my skin and the soft, warm, wetness of his tongue drives me wild. His hands are all over me, and he’s jacking my cock. He’s so intense about it. It’s like he hasn’t thought about anything but my ass since the last time he fucked me. Sometimes it’s almost enough to make me cum.He is a long way from done, though. He likes sucking cock, and he gives incredible blow jobs. Of course, then it’s my turn to suck him. Although, usually it’s more about letting him fuck my mouth. He’s much too big to actually fit in my throat. Eventually, he wants my ass, though. That’s why he’s really there. To give me his seed. I guess really it’s why we are both there. Him being a horny man beast wearing a priest's collar, and me trying to be a good altar boy, a sacred chalice, for my man to breed.