Altar Boy Ethan has demonstrated a loyal dedication to the church as well as the priesthood. Having a firm grasp of what is expected of him within his role, the boy has become one of our highly desirable students. It is important that he is able to submit to the priests that seek to use his body to expel themselves of their hidden desires, no matter which of us might be asking that of him.
His training has gone very well. He is able to pick up on things relatively quickly considering the limited encounters he has had since Ethan joined us in the House of God. Even looking at him, I can see that glimmer of resolution in his eyes through his thick framed glasses. Eager to do whatever it takes, whatever is asked of him to move further up the ranks.
It was an excitement that was hard to deny yourself once the boy was kneeling in front of you, only feet away. I myself have surrendered to that kind of seductive gravitational pull as I feel my body begin to go through the motions of the guilt tainted attraction I and many other priests have felt towards the boy.
There was something irresistible about a boy who was willing, who didn’t need all that much encouragement to explore these desires with you, and Ethan was definitely one of those boys.
The moment that I removed my stole, I felt Ethan’s eyes on me which fanned the flames of sinful arousal, but I was unable to resist temptation. My large hands begin to move over the top of the boy’s red sweater vest, soft groans escaping his lips as he feels my touch. Before I know it I am fully engaged as I press myself up against Ethan’s back, feeling his body move in tandem with my own as if to greet it. As a man of faith I should know better than to do this, but there is something about the way this altar boy responds so instinctively to the way I assert myself.
My hands begin to move on their own, taking off Ethan’s clothing without even having to think about it, leaving me fully clothed next to him. Once he stood in nothing but his underwear, I ventured further south beyond his waistband to be welcomed by the warmth of his growing erection. Soon I dropped to my knees to fully envelop Ethan’s cock into my mouth, deepthroating the eager disciple as I felt my own penis rise to the occasion.
Ethan’s hairless tight pucker drew me in like a magnet, my digits sneaking their way past his pucker as he arched his back to open himself up around my invading fingers. One hand firmly planted against his rear, the other wrapped around my own throbbing member.
I silently said a prayer of penance to myself as I lined up my adult sized cock against the younger boy’s hole . With the boy on all fours it was relatively easy for my cock to make its way inside of him, fucking him deeply.
Able to sink my cock in all the way to the hilt, balls deep, this was the moment where it became evident that Ethan had had more extensive training. For despite how tight his hole was I experienced very little resistance. It was proof that the other priests in the seminary had in fact set up the young lad for success amongst the brotherhood.
Upon realizing just how submissive Ethan was, something came over me and I lost myself within the sensation of his tiny hole milking my big cock that I even pressed the boy’s foot against my face while I pounded him. These altar boys continue to prove their commitment to our practice as well as continue to push the limits of the men of God they continually seduce with their guilty pleasures.
