Usually, we wait for a boy to confess his interest in same sex activity before we begin their instruction. Father Snow just couldn’t resist Altar boy Cruz, though. His gaydar was going off with five alarms and I won't deny, the boy is irresistible. Father Snow took his cherry in the rectory. Lucky showed every indication that he enjoyed the experience, although, confused and disoriented by it as boys often are. Thus, it was a welcome revelation to see him experimenting with his new-found carnal knowledge.

Father Snow had told me what a heavenly experience taking Altar Boy Cruz had been. I was eager to have my own turn. Taking any of the altar boys is a pleasure, but I find an extra thrill in being with the ones who have not quite grown comfortable with their role in the church, yet. I don’t know how Altar Boy Cruz might have defined his orientation before Father Snow seduced him. The fact is that God gave every man a prostate gland and once they have experienced the pleasure of having it stimulated, most of them want more.

This is especially true of young men whose sexual needs are on overdrive and whose identities are not yet set in stone. They just need the proper encouragement to turn their desires in a righteous and obedient direction. I consider it both a calling and a pleasure to guide them on that path.

It was a few days after Father Snow caught Lucky with his roommate that a chance presented itself. I happened to know that Alex and a few other boys had asked permission to work late in the library, completing a group project. I would have at least an hour alone with his roommate. Plenty of time for my needs. I quietly slipped into the room, unannounced.

The cute boy was deep in prayer, unconscious of the way his nightshirt stretched tight across the firm round globes of his ass. If I hadn’t already been hard, in expectation of what was to come, that sight would have done it. I’m not sure that he was even aware of my presence before I placed my hands on his shoulders. I don’t know when he began to suspect why I was there. Certainly at some point when I began to caress his back.

He looked back at me, but I told him to keep praying. His young body was all that I imagined, fit and sturdy. His shoulders broad. His ass was like two melons, his hole hidden within the tight cleft between them. My heart almost raced as I touched him. I could feel his body quiver. I imagined the struggle in his mind between the hunger growing in his hole at the memory of Father Snow’s fat cock buried in his guts and the guilt programmed into his mind. That was a question my own hard leaking cock was going to answer for him, very soon.

Whatever his reservations, he did not object to my touch or ask me to stop, even when I lifted his night shirt up to reveal his tight white briefs. Just one thin layer of cotton between me and my prize. A barrier that I wasted no time in removing. I leaned in, tasting his pucker. As I pressed the tip of my tongue into him, I felt him shudder, and relax. Desire had conquered doubt, and he was mine to enjoy.

I took my time eating him out, opening him up, stoking the fire of desire in his loins. I wanted him hungry, fully committed to giving up his hole to my hard aching cock. When I felt like his desire could be restrained no longer, I turned him over, devouring his cock with the same enthusiasm I had lavished on his ass. His pre-cum was sweet as young men always are. His helpless moans and whimpers made my cock ache. I wanted him to know that, while I would not stop until my own desires were fully satisfied, it was not only about me. He should enjoy this, too.

I stood and dropped my pants. He knew what was expected, and obediently began to suck me. He and his roommate must have been practicing. He is a very good cocksucker to have not done this more than once. I needed to be inside of him, though. I got him on his knees and slowly began to take him. Even if he has let Alex fuck him, if the other boy even wanted to, I’m sure his cock is no match for mine.

Altar Boy Cruz winced and cried out with the unfamiliar sensation of being split open. Eventually, he will learn to relax. Now, he is so tight that it is almost uncomfortable pushing myself into his hole. As much as he struggles, though, he takes it, driven by his own desire and his obedience to me. Such a good boy! Before too long, I’m in balls deep, and he is open enough to fuck.

When he is taking my cock with ease, I lay back on the bed and tell him to ride me. That is a whole different experience for him. It’s one thing to allow himself to be fucked, another to impale himself, actively giving me his hole. Soon his own desire takes over and he is riding my cock. Powerless and wanton in his need. That is the ultimate moment of seduction, watching a boy transform from reluctantly taking my cock, to eagerly fucking himself for the stimulation he craves, hard cock in his hand. He is an open vessel ready to receive my offering, and I am ready to give him my Holy Seed. When I’m through with him, I will leave him lying on his bed, my essence dripping out of him, staining his night shirt, while he wonders how long he will have to wait until I come back.