Description: The door closed as I fell against it. What a day. What a week! St. Peter’s Catholic School for Boys is my entire world. It is where I rest my head at night. It is where I get my academic and spiritual education. It is where my friends and chosen family are and over the course of the last few days, it is where my sexual awakening has begun. My foggy brain seeking some sort of transparency was trying to make sense out of this week, starting with walking in on Marcus and Dex making out in the back of the church, then Dex kissing me. My confessional with Father Patrick which became my first, well – everything, sexual experience, first time touching another man’s uncut penis, first blowjob, first time being fucked raw and first time taking a man’s load inside of me. I steady myself from the door and walked towards my bed. The same bed that just days ago, I had ridden my friend Marcus’ cock while tugging his large balls until he pulled out and came all over my stomach. While I start to undress, pulling my red sweater vest over my head, I remember laying across Father Sargent’s lap. His cock began to stiffen as he disciplined me with his wooden paddle before becoming completely rock-hard from removing my underwear and inspecting my newly devirginized hole. In another first, I felt the coarse, scruff of a true man’s facial hair running up and down the deep trench of my buttock. The way the Father slowly eased himself inside of me preparing me for his heavenly gift made my toes curl. And then, having me lay on his lap again while he worked his load deeper inside of me with his manly hands as I jerked my boy cock for him, taking me into his mouth just as I began to cum, it was as if the Virgin Mary, hanging on the wall above us, had just personally blessed our union. Bending over and pulling down my pants, I could have sworn I caught a glimpse of the hairy muscular legs of Father Aries standing behind me again. I let out a small sigh and finished pulling them off. It couldn’t have been him. The heat of his body was missing. In two days, I have been blessed by the pleasures of his cock. He has taken me, and made me his, not once but twice, on the holy altar. With each thrust, his large powerful cock carved its way deeper inside my body, like it was guided by the almighty for a purpose unknown by either of us in each of those moments. My body anointed with his powerful seed, first in my hole and then in my mouth. I need to pray and go to sleep. I am sure the minute I clear my conscience, my head hits the pillow, and I close my eyes, everything will be better. I will wake up in the morning, and all these unknown feelings and emotions will be gone, and I will be guided on the correct path. I quickly finish undressing and seek the cozy comfort of the flimsy heathered grey nightshirt but as soon as the fabric hits my head, I hear familiar footsteps, and my heart starts to race. I kneel beside my bed and begin to pray. “Our Father, Who….” “Why has Father Sargent come to my room so late at night? Has he found out about me and Father Aries?” I think to myself. I focus back on my prayer. I turn towards the door as I hear the knock and smile as Father Sargent enters my room. Father Sargent kneels beside me as I pray. He runs his hand down my back and over my ass. I get chills all over my body. Feeling his hands on me again, slowly working their way towards my most sensitive parts, makes my body react in ways I have never experienced before. In that moment, I found clarity. I knew I had to let go of my worries and put all trust into the spiritual direction of Saint Augustine. Through his insights and wisdom, one is encouraged to pursue truth, reflect on life’s complexities, seek knowledge and individual impact. Suddenly, my answer was before me. It is time to be honest with myself and to lay the Catholic guilt aside. I no longer want to deny the pleasures I am being shown and accept who I am. As I feel Father Sargent kiss my neck and then slowly turn my face towards his, I moan as our lips touch. He lifts my nightshirt, and his older more experienced hands sink behind the elastic of my white briefs. Quickly, his fingers find its target, still tender and slick from the treatment Father Aries’ and his cock has shown it after evening mass. I offer myself completely, body and soul. I arch my back, lifting my ass higher into the air, giving him more access to my hole, inviting him to invade me. Penetrate me. He does. I feel the roughness of his beard as his tongue begins to snake its way into me. I wonder if my opening tastes different to him this time. Can he taste Father Aries' blessing still inside me? Flipping me over, Father takes my boy cock into his mouth as he undresses himself. The sensation of his mustache and beard tickles my shaft as he slowly works his mouth up and down. My body starts to tremble, and desire takes over. I need to feel Father inside of me again. In a role I am becoming very familiar with over the last few days, I am disrobed, bent over and offering my body to the man behind me for their use. Father Sargent begins to push his veiny cock into my hole. Inching himself deeper into me as my body accommodates his massive size. And like the beard tickles minutes before, his natural bush brushes my ass checks and hole making me smile and thanking him for the gift I am receiving. Standing above me, Father Sargent begins to long-dick me. I moan in pleasure as he spits onto my opening allowing his cock to move in and out with more ease. My eyes rolling in the back of my head as his balls rest against my ass checks. Say “Thank you, Father.” he tells me. No other words would have escaped my mouth, “Thank you, Father!” “Thank you, Father!” I can tell he is starting to get close as he speeds up his attack on my asshole. Seconds later he buries himself inside me, trying to get deeper than he has ever been before. I then feel it. His cock pulsing. Twitching. Pumping. Blasting. Baptizing my intestines with his seed. Father was moaning in pleasure as the last drops of his cum worked its way out of his thick manhood into the warmth of my well fucked hole while the rest of his load was slowly dripping down my aching scrotum. It was then as Father Sargent rolled me onto my back, pushed his tired yet still rock-hard cock back inside of me and began to kiss me, that I fully understood the meaning of in nomine patris et filii et spiritus sancti.
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