Father Snow approached me in the hall. He whispered that he knew what Lane and I did in the meditation room, and I should tell the proctor for my study period that I was needed by Father Snow and to meet him in the Rectory. I was hoping that just meant he was turned on and wanted to fuck me like he did before. He seemed very serious, though, and I was pretty sure I was in trouble. I know altar boys are not supposed to have sex with each other, at least not without one of the priests there to guide us. I was worried about doing it in the meditation room to begin with, but Lane was sure we wouldn’t get caught. Apparently, Father Snow was walking by, heard us, and spied on what we were doing through a crack in the door. Usually, the boys don’t get in too much trouble when they get caught together, but fucking in the rectory is a lot different than fooling around in a dorm room after dark. I had told Lane about my first time with Father Snow, and he wanted to fuck me there, too. I guess we are kind of becoming boyfriends. He is so cute. I really like him, and I just can’t say “No,” to him. I’m pretty sure, if we are not supposed to be having sex, we are really not supposed to be falling in love. I mean, I guess it’s love. I’ve never felt like this for anybody.I got to the meditation room and Father Snow was there with Father Sargent. He’s the senior priest and I knew I was in serious trouble. They told me that just saying some rosaries was not enough penance for this. What we did was not just sinful, it was a serious violation of school rules. My heart sank! I seriously thought that I was about to be expelled. Then he pulled out a big wooden paddle and told me to take my pants down. I’ve heard about boys being spanked. Father Sargent doesn’t hold back, but nothing would be as bad as being sent home.I bent over Father Sargent’s lap and he started spanking me. I looked over at Father Snow. He had his hands in front of him. I could swear he was groping himself watching me get spanked. I thought I could feel Father Sargent getting hard under me, too. Then Father Sargent pulled my underwear off. He switched to spanking me with his bare hand. In between swats though, he was running his fingers over my crack. By then, it was obvious that Father Snow was groping himself. I could see the outline of his cock in his black pants.The next thing, Father Scott had me stand up and lean up against the prie dieu and I guessed what was coming. Father Snow stepped up in front of me, his cock bulging in his pants just inches from my face. Then I felt Father Sargent's bushy beard against my red ass cheeks. It was scratchy against the tender skin but then his warm soft tongue found my hole.Father Snow opened his pants and pressed the slick head of his cock to my mouth painting my lips with his pre-cum. I obediently opened my mouth and let him push his cock in. Father Sargent stood up and pressed his cock against my hole. I tried to relax as he stretched me open. I realized that he wasn’t as long as Father Snow but he might be even fatter.Father Snow was muffling my cries with his cock, holding the back of my head and roughly fucking my throat. Father Sargent was moaning and thrusting slowly in and out of my ass, like he wanted to feel every single millimeter moving in and out of me. I know my hole was tight around his cock. I felt like I was being torn open. It was my first time ever being spit-roasted, and it was kind of overwhelming. It just seemed like it went on forever, but I was swept up in the sensation of these two horny men obviously getting so much pleasure out of using me.I was kind of disoriented when Father Sargent suddenly stopped. He sat back in the armchair. Father Snow guided me back to sit on Father Sargent’s cock. I knew to start fucking myself with it. My own cock was hard as a steel spike, in spite of myself. I was totally shocked when Father Snow bent down and took me into his mouth, balls deep, and started sucking me. I had never had a blowjob like that before. My hole was still struggling to take Father Sargent’s cock and now he was fucking up into me, moaning louder and louder. I could feel him getting ready to cum.Father Snow was voracious sucking my cock, with his tongue and throat. He was like a vacuum cleaner. I didn’t know if I was allowed to come, but Father Snow must have known I couldn’t hold back. I felt Father Sargent’s cum filling my ass, and my balls exploded. Father Snow drank down every drop, though. I guess even an altar boy’s seed shouldn’t be wasted. They asked me if any of the altar boys had made me feel like that. I had to admit that they hadn’t. Still, there is just something about Lane's eyes when he looks at me and smiles, and I know what he is thinking.