Reverend Patrick seeks counsel from his mentor, senior Reverend Sargent regarding his work with the boys who find themselves under his care and cassock, giving them the same first-time gay Catholic sexual experience he received from the senior reverend years before when he was a boy. Reverend Sargent then takes control over Reverend Patrick once again like so many times in the past, by rimming, fucking, and filling him with holy seed.
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Is it happening again? His mind has already betrayed him as the images of his previously committed sins flash behind his eyes. Father Sargent understood it was his duty to set the example for the boys they are taking care of, he mustn’t surrender to those impure thoughts. He had methods of quieting that kind of desire, but it only promised to establish even more sinners. The older man could almost still feel the warmth that emanated from Noah’s smooth body as he so willingly accepted his punishment. It almost seemed as though the priest was intentionally being tested, as if both his fellow priests as well as many of the altar boys were also being tempted and unsuccessfully abstaining from engaging in the forbidden desires that lurked around every corner of this religious facility. When Sargent hears the doorknob turn audibly, it pulls him out of his naughty flashback. He sees altar boy Marcus Rivers enter half-heartedly and the priest is natural in his movements as he gestures for the boy to situate himself on the wooden prie-dieu just beside the armchair. Father Sargent can immediately detect that same weight of guilt weighing down on Marcus, it is one he is able to recognize. It was a weight he himself was guilty of carrying even just moments before. Marcus has always proven to be a very honest boy, the older priest knew the young man would never intentionally deceive him. And it would seem that the two of them now carry the same burden of yearning for that release they knew they were capable of bringing to each other. Father Sargent attempts to urge the boy in need of guidance to remember his vow of loyalty to the priestly life. However, Marcus is quick to admit he was unable to abstain from playing with his roommate, his fellow altar boy Noah, and previous playmate to the priest. They silently acknowledge that Opus Dei has taught them that the body must be humbled through physical means granting them a loophole in which to actively engage in unburdening one another. Such was a common practice amongst two members of the faith who found themselves in a similar position of guilt. Father Sargent voices a brief instruction and the altar boy Marcus moves instinctively to begin the first step of the gay guilt penance. It is extremely difficult for the older man to control himself once the smaller framed boy leans across his lap, the boy’s mind confused but also very aroused at the same time. Marcus enjoys the sensation of submitting to the guiding hand, and now wooden paddle, of Father Sargent and his assertive methods. It surprises the priest to hear how with every mighty spank this altar boy erupts with a moan mixed with both a mild pain and pleasure. It was almost the complete opposite reaction Father Sargent got when paddling Noah, who was rather stoic and reserved during the process, barely even flinching let alone groaning. Marcus was singing like a hymn with every audible contact the paddle made with his smooth ass. The boy continues to submit to Father Sargent, bending over to get his hole properly adorned with tongue lashings in preparation for big man fucking small boys. Marcus’ body does little to hide his own excitement from the way his elderly priest is touching him, his young cock standing at full attention as his hole receives a focused attention. Marcus also seems to struggle with Father Sargents big cock in his tiny hole, Father Sargent’s thick member stretching open the altar boy’s hungry hole as the bottom throws his head back in ecstasy. They reposition themselves with Marcus bouncing slowly on top of the priest’s girthy length as the priest fucks his Altar Boy. The altar boy even touching his own erection as he rides Father Sargent. At least they were successful in unburdening themselves with this ungodly desire…at least for now…
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He squealed and moaned in surprise as his mind struggled to process these new feelings of pleasure that he didn’t know his innocent body was capable of feeling. I stood up and readied myself to penetrate him, warning him that it might hurt. Once you get the head of your cock into a boy’s hole, you have him. It’s simply a matter of holding him firmly and letting him know that he will be fucked. As far as first times go, he took it fairly easily. There is nothing like fucking a virgin, though. Later he will be hungry for it and know how to willingly open his hole for a man. The first time his body squirms and trembles with the unfamiliar invasion, but the reluctant muscles of his young ass are no match for the lustful desires of a man’s dick intent. Once firmly rooted, I began to slowly fuck him but my knees were almost weak with the experience and I pulled him back to sit on the velvet covered bench with him impaled on my lap. I was surprised when he began to ride me, without even being told to do it. Clearly this little angel is a devil in disguise, born to be a play toy for the men lucky enough to get him naked in their arms. Heaven can’t be any better than fucking the ass of a beautiful boy like Marcus. I could only hold out against the onslaught of his unexpected young enthusiasm for too long. Before I wanted to, I was pumping my holy seed deep into his guts. My cock slipped out of his ravaged hole but I reached down to stuff it back in wanting to savor every moment of my conquest.
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Lane is an average Catholic boy who hasn’t figured out his sexual desires yet, because, like so many good boys, he doesn’t let himself think about that stuff. You can only put it off so long, though. Looking at fitness websites led to looking at other pictures of fit men. When he found himself looking at pictures of men with erections and getting hard himself, he decided it was time to go to confession. Lucky for him, the priest in the confessional is Reverend Aries, one of his teachers, and someone he feels comfortable with. Far from being angry, Reverend Aries offers to help Lane with his problem. Lane quickly realizes that the “help” Reverend Aries has in mind is not what he expected. Lane moves quickly from having a man’s hard cock in his hand, to having it in his mouth, to having the priest's tongue in his ass, to losing his cherry as Reverend Aries gives him his first fuck. Did it help? Lane is spending less time looking at pictures, and more time wondering how and when he can get Reverend Aries to fuck him again.
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