So I’ve been going to St. Peter’s for almost two months. It’s certainly different. Really, really different! Is it better? That depends. I mean, there’s no bullying, that’s for sure. It’s not because the boys are good Christians, though. It’s because they don’t care if other boys look. They like it. One of the boys caught me looking, and a few days later when we were alone in the sanctuary, he kissed me.

I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t say I didn’t like it. The Lord looks into your heart. He knows I liked it. I finally got up the courage to go to confession. I didn’t know what would happen. I guess I didn’t think I would get expelled, but still. When I told Reverend Spencer, he just said that I needed to express my desires in the right way and wrapped my hand around his erection. It was big! And warm, and soft over top of the shaft that pulsed in my hand.

He wanted me to put it in my mouth and I did. I don’t know. It wasn’t bad. Then he undressed me. I swear I really didn’t know what was happening. I mean I guess I started to figure it out at some point but I was too confused to think straight. Then he shoved his cock into my hole and I realized that he was taking my cherry. After a few minutes, it started feeling really good, though, and I just didn’t want it to end. Finally, he orgasmed and shot his cum way up inside me. I was really confused. I thought that was a sin. And right there in the confessional! But he said that I had given my virginity as a gift to God and it was a sacred thing. He’s not the only priest that has fucked me.

About a month ago, Reverend Scott joined the faculty. He looks almost exactly like my old football coach! I miss Coach Johnson really bad. Before everything went wrong, he was almost like my stepdad. My real stepdad works really long hours, six days a week. He’s never there, but Coach was. He was somebody I could talk to, and share my victories with. My stepdad was always too busy to come to games or anything. When I saw Reverend Scott, I thought he was my coach except he had a priest's collar on. He turned out to be really nice, though. He took over teaching one of my classes and we’ve gotten to be close.

I was really flattered when Reverend Scott asked me to help with the altar in the sanctuary. When we were done, he asked if there was anything troubling me. I didn’t know why he did that. Now, I think one of the other priests must have told him what we did. I tried to tell him how confusing it all was, but somehow we ended up kissing instead. It was wild. It was like kissing him, but also kissing Coach Johnson.

The other times, I liked it when the priests fucked me. I couldn’t pretend like I didn’t, when my hard cock said otherwise. I told myself that I didn’t really want it, though. Like they were leading me into temptation, or something. This time it was different. This time, I one hundred percent wanted it. I realized that I had wanted Coach Johnson to fuck me, too, but I never admitted it to myself. Now he was, though, him and the Reverend both.

It felt like it went on forever, that fat cock stretching me open. His precum drooling into my hole just made it easier and easier and my body was so open and hungry for it. I almost thought God created me so Reverend Scott could fuck me on the altar in the sanctuary with him watching. Then I tried to tell myself that was a terrible sacrilegious thing to think. But I couldn’t stop. Two of the most important men in my whole life were fucking me and Reverend Scott, at least, had chosen to do it on the altar.

Surely, he wouldn’t take the risk of doing that if he didn’t know it would be okay. Maybe all priests fuck altar boys on the altar when nobody is around. How would I know? Maybe it really is a gift to God to feel that good in the sanctuary and make Reverend Scott feel that good, too. That was later, though, at that moment I was just feeling this man’s huge hard rod pumping deep into my guts, making my eyes roll back in my head, and my skin feel like it was on fire. Then he let out a loud grunt and I felt warm and wet inside. When his penis slowly slipped out, I could feel cum running down my leg. I can’t fool myself anymore. I’m still not sure if it’s okay, but I love getting fucked. Especially, if it’s an older man taking me in his strong arms and using me the way he wants to. When I think about my body being a chalice to hold their sacred offering it makes my penis so hard that it hurts! I’ll let almost any of the priests fuck me, if they want to, but I think I’m falling in love with Reverend Scott.