Date: Sun, 31 Oct 2021 09:01:48 -0700 From: Pomo Wolf Subject: Altar Boy for St. Cecelia (Gay/ Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/MM) Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/MM 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. Copyright 2021 Wolf, all rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Altar Boy for St. Cecelia By Wolf My family lived in Marin County in northern California. It lies at the north end of the Golden Gate Bridge, and is one of the fifth wealthiest locations in the United States. It is the location of George Lucas Skywalker Ranch, and the Muir Woods redwoods. We were members of Saint Cecelia Roman Catholic Parish. When I became a 12-year-old, I was a skinny five-foot tall kid, blond, with blue eyes. The day our parish priest visited our home toas my mother to allow me to become an altar boy. My mother was thrilled at the prospect of me becoming an altar boy. I was at that pubescent age when I was consumed with sexual desire and was masturbating every chance I got. I had been caught many times and punished for playing with myself. She thought the good Father John would be a good influence on me. Father John was a popular priest because he was easy to talk to. I knew him to be 53-years-old, he was 5-feet 11- inches tall, medium build and weighed 185 pounds. He was a Jesuit priest, and it was easy to talk to him. He was kind of like a father figure that I never had. I had to go down to the church to get a cassock that fit me. Father John said I should get one that fits all year round, because wearing it in the summer, it would be very hot. In the summer he did permit us to just wear shorts and T-shirts under our cassocks. My education in the duties as an altar boy began when I had to go to confession, and that meant I couldn't keep any secrets from the priest. While in the confessional I confessed that my biggest sin was masturbating every chance I got. He assured me that it was very common for boys my age to masturbate to excess. Whenever Father John called, he usually had a chore for me do help him at the church. All the boys had to keep their cassock clean, so we had to take them home and have our mothers wash them. He told me to wear mine, even on those hot days of summer, but he told me that I could wear a T-shirt and underwear under my cassock. When I got hot and sweaty, he always had a cola for me at the rectory, I was allowed to take my cassock off when we were alone in the rector. The first time he insisted that I take a shower and offered to give me a backrub. After I had done what he asked several times and dried me off after I had showered, he knelt in front of me, clung to my hips and sucked my cock. One summer day, Father called my mom and asked if I could come down and help move some boxes for him. I called him back, and he told me just to wear a T-shirt and a light pair of shorts. That was funny, because Mom always made me dress up whenever I went to church. But Father knew best. He told me to come to the back door. That was a real surprise. That was the first time I ever saw Father wearing casual clothes. He was wearing a tank top and some tight-fitting shorts. We worked for an hour or so carrying boxes of books down to the basement. We both worked up a sweat quickly enough. When we were finished, I noticed the bulge in Father John's shorts and that got me excited. He didn't seem to notice. He had me put on a cassock, training for summer. I was already very sweaty. After sweat soaked through the white material of the cassock, he had me take the cassock off, leaving me just my wet T-shirt and shorts. He told me to strip and lead me to the showers. He told me that other boys had done the same. After I dried myself off, he gave me a soda can which made me feel really good, my cock was rock hard and it was bouncing up and down like crazy. He wrapped a hand round my cock and jacked me off a little before he bent over and sucked me until I came in his mouth. While we were still in the shower. he planted my hands on the tiled wall and proceeded to stuff his cock into my asshole. It hurt but was thrilling to feel his cock hammering my butt. When her finished fucking I felt warm cum ripping down t insides of my legs. I had to wash my legs afterwards. Father John suggested to my mother that I be allowed to attend a retreat at Lake Sonoma and she was pleased to let me go to a Catholic retreat. She didn't know that this retreat would only be attended by Father John and a small group of past and present altar boys. The cabin we were staying at was in a secluded location. This was my first retreat, so it was all new to me. Father John was driving and when the bus was well away from cavillation on a sparsely traveled two lane road the older guys shed their clothes and selected younger guys to sit with. One of the oldest selected me and sat next to me. He introduced himself and I told him that my name was Dennis. I was intimidated by it all and didn't resist when he placed an arm around my shoulders and kissed me on the mouth at the same time, he unfastened my pants and pulled my cock and balls out of my underwear. He proceeded to jack me off until I had a monster hardon. Then he bent over and started sucking my cock. I nervously looked around afraid we were going to get in trouble but everyone was busily occupied with each other. The couple in the set across the aisle we kissing and jerking each other off. After I came in his mouth, he wanted me to suck him off. I didn't object when he pulled my head down to his lap. I was impressed by his cock. I had never seen a cock like his before. It was very thick at the base and was at least 7-inches long. It tapered down to a head that was no bigger than my own head. I was bobbing my head up and down as sucked his cock. Then he placed his hand on the back of my head and shoved my read down until my nose was buried in his dark musky smelling pubic hair. He squirted several shots of cum into my mouth. The rest of the trip he spent sticking a couple of fingers up my asshole. Being the youngest altar boy on this retreat Father John took special care of me. I slept with him and was fucked every night by him. During the day we played games like volleyball in the nude. It was stimulating watching the cocks bouncing up and down. In the afternoon we had free for all orgies. I enjoyed getting fucked in the ass by older past altar boys while I sucked the cocks of the active altar boys. By the time the retreat came to an end my asshole was well used and stretched enough to accommodate any sized cock. When we returned home the president of the parish council took a special interest in me. He ingratiated himself to my mother. He soon had her complete trust. He was allowed to take me fishing. He would take me to Bodega Bay for deep sea fishing trips. The boat we went out on was big enough for a dozen horny men. We would fish long enough to have enough fish on ice. Then the party would start. I really enjoyed getting fucked by older men and sucking their cocks. I had plenty of mentors willing to prepare me for college life. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to pomowolf74@gmail.com