ALTAR BOY NOAH Chapter 4 – Altar Boy Training Noah
I (Noah White) was taken aback when Father Patrick took my virginity in the confessional booth. I had always believed that sex, especially with other men, was a sin. However, the Fathers assure us that this is different—a way to control our desires rather than indulge in them. I’m not sure I fully understand, but I know that I’ve come to enjoy it, despite my initial hesitation.
At first, I was just having thoughts about other boys, unsure of what I wanted to do with them. I hadn’t even considered older men, let alone the priests at our school. Everything with Father Patrick happened so quickly when he took my virginity in the confessional. I was so shocked that I simply did as I was told. It hurt at first, but by the time he blessed me with his seed, it felt incredibly good.
Since then, these rituals seem to have intensified my desires rather than diminished them. I think about sex all the time now. I’ve been blessed by several of the priests, but it’s all very confusing. Most of the time, they are just priestly—teaching our classes, conducting services, and ensuring we behave and fulfill our duties. But then, unexpectedly, one of them will summon me, and suddenly he’s kissing me, his hands all over me, undressing me.
As soon as they start, my cock becomes so stiff that it sometimes hurts. Sometimes, I get hard just thinking about when it will happen again. I’ve mentioned this in confession, but I was told not to concern myself with it. My place is to be humble and obedient, submitting to the will of the Fathers. Still, I wonder if my desire for them to fuck me is truly a passion for righteous obedience or something less holy.
Father Jack Aries teaches one of my classes. He has a scruffy beard and dark eyes. He’s nice but quiet and very intense. He doesn’t talk much outside of his lectures, so it’s hard to know what he’s thinking. I feel like he looks at me a lot, but he’s my teacher, and I’m sitting there in his class, so he kind of has to look at me.
A few days ago, it was my turn to report to the chapel to help set the altar for the service. When I walked in, I was surprised to see Father Aries behind the altar. He doesn’t usually do that, at least I haven’t seen him set the altar before. I went up the steps to the sanctuary, and he greeted me. He didn’t quite smile, but his voice was gentle and friendly.
He had already removed all the furnishings from the altar, which was odd because one of the first things we are taught as altar boys is to handle the ornaments carefully. Of course, he would need my help to remove the cloth, fold it, and replace it with a fresh one. It always has to be handled with reverence.
When I stepped around to the back of the altar, I sensed something was up. There was an extra intensity about Father Aries, almost like electricity crackling around him. I suspected he was going to fuck me, but maybe that was just because it had been a while since one of the priests had blessed me, and I had been getting really horny. Except I’m not supposed to say that. I was “in need of guidance.”
Father Aries is very good-looking. Even though I hadn’t fantasized about him, I wouldn’t mind being blessed by him. His greeting was appropriately solemn, but friendly. Then he stepped close to me, closer than appropriate, and I knew what would happen. There was something almost animalistic about him, but I’m sure it’s not appropriate to think of a Father that way.
He held out a communion wafer for me. I guessed it was to bless me before we set the altar, but it was to prepare me for something else. As soon as I swallowed it, he started to undress me. First, he removed my cassock and let it fall to the floor, then he grabbed my crotch. I was hard almost instantly. I’m sure he could feel it, even through my pants.
He unbuttoned my shirt, spreading it open, and then pulled me to him, kissing me with obvious hunger. His hand slipped into my pants, jacking my cock, making my knees feel weak. That is the humble submission I am supposed to offer. Soon he had me completely naked. He had me brace my hands against the altar and started playing with my ass. When he first started to kiss me, I thought he would take me off to the sacristy. I couldn’t believe we were doing that right there in the chapel.
He pushed me to my knees and unbuckled his belt. He didn’t need to tell me what to do. I knew what was expected, and I was happy to obey his will. He was not quite as long as Father Patrick but very thick. I stretched my lips to fit them around it. His deep groans let me know that I was doing it right and he appreciated my efforts. Then he lifted me up and pressed my chest down on the altar.
It was like some crazy dream. I would never have imagined actually laying on the altar, much less naked, with a priest’s cock pressing its way into my hole. I tried to relax and let him in, giving my body up as a gift of my devotion to the faith. He commented on how tight my hole was, but a minute later, he sighed his approval as my body opened to him. I felt the ecstasy of my service swelling inside me as I yearned for the blessing of his seed deep in my body.
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ALTAR BOY NOAH Chapter 4 – Altar Boy Training Noah
I (Noah White) was taken aback when Father Patrick took my virginity in the confessional booth. I had always believed that sex, especially with other men, was a sin. However, the Fathers assure us that this is different—a way to control our desires rather than indulge in them. I’m not sure I fully understand, but I know that I’ve come to enjoy it, despite my initial hesitation.
At first, I was just having thoughts about other boys, unsure of what I wanted to do with them. I hadn’t even considered older men, let alone the priests at our school. Everything with Father Patrick happened so quickly when he took my virginity in the confessional. I was so shocked that I simply did as I was told. It hurt at first, but by the time he blessed me with his seed, it felt incredibly good.
Since then, these rituals seem to have intensified my desires rather than diminished them. I think about sex all the time now. I’ve been blessed by several of the priests, but it’s all very confusing. Most of the time, they are just priestly—teaching our classes, conducting services, and ensuring we behave and fulfill our duties. But then, unexpectedly, one of them will summon me, and suddenly he’s kissing me, his hands all over me, undressing me.
As soon as they start, my cock becomes so stiff that it sometimes hurts. Sometimes, I get hard just thinking about when it will happen again. I’ve mentioned this in confession, but I was told not to concern myself with it. My place is to be humble and obedient, submitting to the will of the Fathers. Still, I wonder if my desire for them to fuck me is truly a passion for righteous obedience or something less holy.
Father Jack Aries teaches one of my classes. He has a scruffy beard and dark eyes. He’s nice but quiet and very intense. He doesn’t talk much outside of his lectures, so it’s hard to know what he’s thinking. I feel like he looks at me a lot, but he’s my teacher, and I’m sitting there in his class, so he kind of has to look at me.
A few days ago, it was my turn to report to the chapel to help set the altar for the service. When I walked in, I was surprised to see Father Aries behind the altar. He doesn’t usually do that, at least I haven’t seen him set the altar before. I went up the steps to the sanctuary, and he greeted me. He didn’t quite smile, but his voice was gentle and friendly.
He had already removed all the furnishings from the altar, which was odd because one of the first things we are taught as altar boys is to handle the ornaments carefully. Of course, he would need my help to remove the cloth, fold it, and replace it with a fresh one. It always has to be handled with reverence.
When I stepped around to the back of the altar, I sensed something was up. There was an extra intensity about Father Aries, almost like electricity crackling around him. I suspected he was going to fuck me, but maybe that was just because it had been a while since one of the priests had blessed me, and I had been getting really horny. Except I’m not supposed to say that. I was “in need of guidance.”
Father Aries is very good-looking. Even though I hadn’t fantasized about him, I wouldn’t mind being blessed by him. His greeting was appropriately solemn, but friendly. Then he stepped close to me, closer than appropriate, and I knew what would happen. There was something almost animalistic about him, but I’m sure it’s not appropriate to think of a Father that way.
He held out a communion wafer for me. I guessed it was to bless me before we set the altar, but it was to prepare me for something else. As soon as I swallowed it, he started to undress me. First, he removed my cassock and let it fall to the floor, then he grabbed my crotch. I was hard almost instantly. I’m sure he could feel it, even through my pants.
He unbuttoned my shirt, spreading it open, and then pulled me to him, kissing me with obvious hunger. His hand slipped into my pants, jacking my cock, making my knees feel weak. That is the humble submission I am supposed to offer. Soon he had me completely naked. He had me brace my hands against the altar and started playing with my ass. When he first started to kiss me, I thought he would take me off to the sacristy. I couldn’t believe we were doing that right there in the chapel.
He pushed me to my knees and unbuckled his belt. He didn’t need to tell me what to do. I knew what was expected, and I was happy to obey his will. He was not quite as long as Father Patrick but very thick. I stretched my lips to fit them around it. His deep groans let me know that I was doing it right and he appreciated my efforts. Then he lifted me up and pressed my chest down on the altar.
It was like some crazy dream. I would never have imagined actually laying on the altar, much less naked, with a priest’s cock pressing its way into my hole. I tried to relax and let him in, giving my body up as a gift of my devotion to the faith. He commented on how tight my hole was, but a minute later, he sighed his approval as my body opened to him. I felt the ecstasy of my service swelling inside me as I yearned for the blessing of his seed deep in my body.