I was trying my hardest to pray for my feelings to go away. My family sent me here to hopefully rid me of the gay desires I have, but little did they know they sent me into the place where my gay sexual desires should be embraced, but the rules are that I am to seek my sexual relief from the priests. Well, I have no problems getting sexual relief from the priests, but there is someone else I can’t deny: altar boy Lane. Remembering back when I started at this school, I received my room and bed assignment and moved in. Then I met Lane. From the first moment I saw him, I was struck by the appearance of my handsome roommate. Immediately, I was smitten by his suave demeanor, soothing voice, beautiful smile, funny sense of humor and also the big bulge in his underwear. When we showered, I got an erection simply by looking at him. As it turned out, he noticed me too. I was so excited and nervous, almost trembling at the idea. After we talked, it led to kissing and cuddling, with neither of us able to control ourselves. It escalated until we were sucking and fucking every chance we got. Lane is a wet dream come true for me. He has a zest for life and love and seizes the moment whenever and wherever he can. Recently, he and I were quite daring, thinking that the priests were in their normal meeting, so we snuck into the rectory and fucked in there. Unfortunately, Father Snow had come back and seen us in the act. He did not interrupt but did tell me in the hall that we were seen. Later, both Lane and I were called to the rectory separately to face the priests. When I went in, Fathers Snow and Sargent were waiting. I was instantly terrified. They reviewed what we did and reminded me that we were breaking the rules and we would both be punished. As long as I am not sent home, they can do whatever they want to me if they deem fitting. I was made to lie across Father Sargent’s lap and he spanked me hard, removing my pants using a paddle and then removing my underwear, then spanking me with his hand. During my spanking, I felt Father Sargent’s cock get hard and saw Father Snow groping himself. All of this led them to spit-roast me, being fucked by Father Sargent and sucked by Father Snow until I shot my load in his mouth.Since that time, Lane and I have continued to build a boyfriend relationship, having sex daily at least once, more if we can find a time and a place, but are extremely discreet and make sure to do three Hail Marys on our rosaries after each fuck.The other day I was trying to do my night vigils and felt I needed to see Father Sargent and feel the security he gives me. I went to his room since he gave me permission to come there when I needed the repentance and release. Typically, the altar boys are not to go up to the priest’s private rooms, but some of us are given a ‘special’ privilege to go. When I knocked on his door, Father Sargent was doing some reading, and looked up, motioning me to come in. When I stood in front of him, he knew why I was there, and what I needed. He came down to the end of the bed, embraced me and kissed me, nuzzling my neck. Once he unhooked his pants, I knelt and sucked his cock while it got hard. I stood and dropped my pants, removing them, and he moved me up onto the bed in an all-fours position, pulling my underwear down, and rimming me. He even took one of my feet and sucked on my toes. I loved that. Then, the father rose, rubbed his dick in my crack a few times and pushed in, fucking me. I was needing that so bad, yet while he was moving in and out, I clasped both hands, looking up to heaven, relieved, happy. After a while the father got me to flip over on my back. I opened my legs as he moved up the bed and entered me again while I had put one foot up on his shoulder, giving him easier wide-open access. As he kept pumping me with his cock, his thrusts became more urgent until he came inside me, leaving his cum drooling out. After dressing, I returned to my room feeling better, hoping Lane was there, wondering what would happen next.