Ethan Tate, a devoted altar boy, has shown unwavering loyalty to the church and its priests. With a clear understanding of his role, he has become one of the most sought-after students, always eager to submit to the desires of those who guide him. His willingness to serve has made him a favorite among the priests, each one drawn to his innocent allure.
His training has been a success. Despite his limited experience, Ethan has proven to be a quick learner, his eyes sparkling with determination behind his thick-framed glasses. He is eager to please and willing to do whatever it takes to rise through the ranks of the clergy.
There’s an undeniable excitement that fills the air when Ethan kneels before you, his presence irresistible. Many priests, including myself, have found themselves unable to resist the temptation he presents. There’s something about his willingness, his eagerness to explore hidden desires, that makes him impossible to ignore.
As I, Jonah Wheeler, removed my stole, I felt Ethan’s gaze on me, fueling the sinful arousal coursing through my veins. My hands, as if moving on their own, began to explore the boy’s body over his red sweater vest, drawing soft groans from his lips. I pressed myself against his back, our bodies moving in sync, a dance of forbidden desire.
My hands swiftly undressed him, leaving him in just his underwear. I ventured lower, past his waistband, finding his growing erection. Dropping to my knees, I took his cock into my mouth, deepthroating him as my own desire surged.
Ethan’s smooth, tight entrance beckoned me. I slid my fingers past his pucker, his back arching to grant me deeper access. With one hand firmly planted on his rear and the other wrapped around my throbbing member, I lined up my cock against his hole. A silent prayer of penance escaped my lips as I entered him, his body yielding to mine with ease.
The depths of his training became apparent as I sank my cock into him, balls deep. Despite his tightness, there was little resistance, a testament to the extensive preparation he had received from the other priests. His submission was intoxicating, driving me to lose myself in the sensation of his hole milking my cock. In a frenzy of passion, I even pressed his foot against my face as I pounded him, a symbol of his complete surrender.
Ethan’s commitment to our practices is unyielding, his ability to seduce and satisfy the men of God a testament to his devotion. His guilty pleasures serve as both a temptation and a reminder of the delicate balance between faith and desire.
Catholic Boys
ALTAR BOY ETHAN Chapter 3 – Devotionals
Ethan Tate, a devoted altar boy, has shown unwavering loyalty to the church and its priests. With a clear understanding of his role, he has become one of the most sought-after students, always eager to submit to the desires of those who guide him. His willingness to serve has made him a favorite among the priests, each one drawn to his innocent allure.
His training has been a success. Despite his limited experience, Ethan has proven to be a quick learner, his eyes sparkling with determination behind his thick-framed glasses. He is eager to please and willing to do whatever it takes to rise through the ranks of the clergy.
There’s an undeniable excitement that fills the air when Ethan kneels before you, his presence irresistible. Many priests, including myself, have found themselves unable to resist the temptation he presents. There’s something about his willingness, his eagerness to explore hidden desires, that makes him impossible to ignore.
As I, Jonah Wheeler, removed my stole, I felt Ethan’s gaze on me, fueling the sinful arousal coursing through my veins. My hands, as if moving on their own, began to explore the boy’s body over his red sweater vest, drawing soft groans from his lips. I pressed myself against his back, our bodies moving in sync, a dance of forbidden desire.
My hands swiftly undressed him, leaving him in just his underwear. I ventured lower, past his waistband, finding his growing erection. Dropping to my knees, I took his cock into my mouth, deepthroating him as my own desire surged.
Ethan’s smooth, tight entrance beckoned me. I slid my fingers past his pucker, his back arching to grant me deeper access. With one hand firmly planted on his rear and the other wrapped around my throbbing member, I lined up my cock against his hole. A silent prayer of penance escaped my lips as I entered him, his body yielding to mine with ease.
The depths of his training became apparent as I sank my cock into him, balls deep. Despite his tightness, there was little resistance, a testament to the extensive preparation he had received from the other priests. His submission was intoxicating, driving me to lose myself in the sensation of his hole milking my cock. In a frenzy of passion, I even pressed his foot against my face as I pounded him, a symbol of his complete surrender.
Ethan’s commitment to our practices is unyielding, his ability to seduce and satisfy the men of God a testament to his devotion. His guilty pleasures serve as both a temptation and a reminder of the delicate balance between faith and desire.