Date: Mon, 17 May 2021 10:49:14 -0700
From: Pomo Wolf <pomowolf74@gmail.com>
Subject: Catholic Altar Boy (Gay/Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/M)

Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/M

Author's Note:

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between a
consenting underage boy and adult males.  If this type of
content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not
read it.

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                   Catholic Altar Boy
                            By
                           Wolf

	I grew up in Tomah, Wisconsin in the 80's.  My family
belonged to The St. Mary's Catholic Parish.  When I was a
nine-year-old third grader I was selected to be an altar boy.
I wasn't looking forward to having to serve mass because it
would require wearing one of those white robes and be in
front of the church in full view of the perish.  I wanted to be
free to play ball with the guys.  I didn't want to be labeled as
a goody two shoes by other.  It was bad enough that I was
teased about being a pretty boy.

	I guess I did look kind of cherubic.  I was a blonde
headed boy with blue eyes and a dusting of freckles across
my nose.  I was a little small for my age at the time.

	Father Frank was a good-looking Italian-American with
wavy black hair and captivating brown eyes.  He had the
respect of everyone.  I couldn't help worshiping him.

	Father Frank and Father Arnold lived in the rectory
next door to the church.  There were two little old ladies to
look after the two priests.  One was the secretary to answer
phones and see to it that the priests keep appointments.
The other lady was the maid and cook.  She bought and
prepared their meals and did the wash and cleaning.  The
secretary had an office as part of the rectory, and the maid
was not full time.

	Father Frank was the one that supervised my
education about my duties as an altar boy.  I had to be fitted
for the robe I would have to wear.  I was instructed to wear
pressed pants and shined shoes.  In addition, I had to learn
where to place things on the alter, when to stand, when to
sit.  I even had to learn how to pour he sacramental wine
and fill the water giblet, and prepare the host.  At the
conclusion of mass, I was responsible for cleaning the challis,
host plater, hanging the robes and sashes, and vestments.

	As soon as he finished with my instruction about my
duties, he invited me to have lunch with him in the rectory.
He prepared sandwiches for the two if us himself.  He
demonstrated how much wine in his chalices at mass.  He
insisted on a specific amount because he didn't want me
getting him drunk while serving mass.  It is customary to add
water to the sacramental wine but Father Frank always
added an equal amount of water to dilute the wine.

	Over the course of several weeks Father Frank did
everything he could to befriend me.  One day when he was
called upon to perform a conformation for an older
gentleman that was coming to the faith.  After the ceremony
the family left quickly to have a private celebration.  They
invited Father Frank to join them, but he begged off because
he had a gravesite funeral to conduct later.

	While he was talking to them, I went about cleaning
up and hanging the vestments.  When I emerged from the
antechamber Father Frank joined me and he asked me to
join him for lunch.  I followed him back into the
antechamber while he removed his vestments and we hung
them carefully before we made our way to the rectory.
Where he prepared lunch for us.

	He made us pasta and meatballs with a delicious
tomato meat sauce.  He even allowed me to have a glass of
Bellini chianti wine from Tuscany, Italy.  While we were
eating and talking, we were in a good-mode when I
managed to drop some sauce on my lap.  Father Frank
insisted on wetting a washcloth and had me sit on his lap
while he scrubbed the crotch of my black slakes.  He cradled
me with one arm while using his right hand to rubber my
crotch with the rag.  I sprang a boner, and I blushed with
embarrassment.

	Father Frank assured me that it was natural to get
hard when someone touches your penis like this.  He
discarded the rag and placed his hand on the bulge in my
pants.  He went on to tell me: "Even priests masturbate to
relieve the tension.  Those of us that are sexual have friends
to help us relieve the tension.  Our vows require is to be
celibate but a lot of us help each other to cum."

	I asked: "How do you relieve yourself?"

	"Like every male I take hold on my penis and pump it
up and down until I discharge the cum." As he started
unfastening the front of my pants.  He slipped his hand
inside my pants and pulled my penis out of my shorts.  "You
have a very nice-looking penis, George!"

	I was at a loss about what I should do.  I masturbated
rurally but was too young to cum.  I did enjoy dry orgasms
though.  He kissed me on my cheek while he was
masturbating with two finger and thumb.  When I didn't
object about him playing with my dick, he assumed that he
could continue.  He kissed me on the mouth and stuck his
tongue into my mouth.  I could feel his own cock pressing
against my butt.  He managed to slip his free hand under my
butt and free his own cock from his pants.  He managed to
pull it between my legs.  It was like I had a big dark cock with
a large mushroom head under my little penis.  While he
continued masturbating me, I wrapped my hand around the
shaft of my cock.  I felt his warm flesh throbbing in my hand
and I emulated the way her was playing with me.  When he
came, he squirted cum onto the kitchen floor and some
flowed out and covered my fingers.  I smelled my fingers and
tasted his um.  After I had an orgasm, we straigntened up
out clothes and he cleaned up the floor.

	He told me: "You can't tell anyone what we did or we
would be in trouble."

	"I promise that I won't tell anyone!"

	After that day every opportunity we had we got
together to masturbate each other.  I was so curious about
the smell and taste of his cum that when he started sucking
my penis I didn't need to be asked.  I took hold and sucked
his cock into my mouth.  I sucked him off and swallowed his
cum.

	During the even years I was an altar boy I became a
true lover of male-to-male sex.  When I was 12-years-old I
was signed up for a Catholic Retreat.  There were 40 of us
boys busted up inti the mountains where we were going to
receive some Catholic instruction while also being
introduced to the outdoors.  We were going to do some
hiking, swimming in a lake, cooking, and even some
wilderness survival.

	When the bus dropped us off in front of some rustic
log cabins, we were greeted by the camp staff., and divided
into four groups and assigned to one of the four cabins.  The
dining hall was also the lecture hall.  I was thrilled to
discover that our religious instruction was going to be done
by Father Frank.  After we received the history of the
church, we were taken on a hike to stretch our legs.  Father
Frank separated me from the group and we took a different
bath until we were in a secluded clearing.

	Father Frank asked: "It is time that we become even
closer.  We need to get undressed before we make love."

	I instantly had a boner.  We took off our clothes.
When the father sucked me off, I fed him the biggest orgasm
of cum I had even produced.  As soon as I recovered, I knelt
before him and cupped his balls while I sucked his cock.  He
leaned over my body and used both hands to massage my
butt and used the fingers of his tight hand to wipe the sweat
of the crack of my ass to prepare me for him finger fucking
my asshole.

	He interrupted my sucking his cock to make me get
down on my hands and knees.  He parted the cheeps of my
butt and spit on the hole before he straddled my hips and
sank his cock into my asshole.

	"George, relax and take a deep breath or this is going
to hurt even more."  He was telling me how much he loved
me the whole time he was fucking my ass.  It did hurt almost
more that I could endure.  I suffered the pain because Father
Frank assured me that it would get easitr over time.  When
he was about to cum, he pulled out and squirted his cum all
over my back and butt.  He rubbed in into my skin before we
put our clothes back on.  I struggled to walk normally as we
made our way to the lake.

	We joined the guy's skinny dipping in the cold was of
the lake.  I couldn't help springing a boner when I got
undressed but the cold water took care of that as soon as I
waded in up to my waist.  I was self-conscious for fear that
everyone would know what Father Frank and I had been
doing.  It took me several minutes before I stopped worrying
about myself and joined in splashing other guys with cold
water.  Then I began to notice some of the guys parrying up
with camp staff or older guys.  It became obvious that the
adults and older guys were at least masturbating the
younger boys while standing behind them.  In some cases, I
was sure some of the younger boys were being fucked in the
ass.  When the cold water became uncomfortably cold, I
waited out of the water and relished the warmth of the sun
at the desiccated air at the 6,000-foot altitude.

	Father Frank lay next to me and I asked: "Father I saw
adults and older guy playing with the cocks of younger boys,
is that normal for these retreats?"

	Father Frank smiled: "several of the boys out there
are planning on becoming Jesuit Priests.  Ignatius Loyola
founded the order around 500 years ago."

	I watched as the other guys exited the water and most
of their cocks were limp.  When the sun had dried everyone
off, we got dressed and made our way back to the cabins in
time for a late meal.  There was more education in the
evening before we made our way back to our cabins.  The
cabin had army cots lined up against the walls with metal
lockers for our personal gear between the bunks.  The boys
in the bunks on either side of me were about the same age
as me.

	After everyone had showered and brushed their teen
we settled down to sleep.  I heard some muffled talking up
and down the cabin.  The boy to my right side whispered:
"George, my name is James.  I wanted to tell you how lucky
you are to be Father Frank's boy.  He is the sexiest priest
here.  Are you sleepy?"

	"Not really."

	"Can I get in bed with you?"

	"I guess so."

	He slipped out of his bunk and crawled in bed with
me.  He pulled his underwear down to expose his cock ad
butt one he was under the covers.  He spooned himself
against my body and reached back to take hold of my penis.
I reached over his arm and took hold of his cock and we
slowly milked each other.  When I was hard he guided my
penis to his asshole.  I managed to shove my hips forward
and my cock was shoved into his ass.  I held still for a
moment enjoying the tight feeling of his sphincter gripping
my dick.  I eventually started fucking him, but had to be
careful because moving to fast made the old springs in the
cot to squeak.

	I was soon listening to a lot of noise coming from
close to half of the bunks in the cabin.  I gave up and
hammered his butt.  The noise of our springs was added to
the crescendo of the other springs.

	The following morning was the beginning of a week of
unbridled sex.  Before the week was over, I was able to
enjoy a big cock up my ass and another one in my mouth at
the same time.  I came away knowing what being spitted
meant and the pleasures of having a guy with a long foreskin
docking me was all about.

	I was eventually a camp counselor for the retreats.


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