I'm Stan, a twelve-year-old altar boy. So much has been made of the abuse of children by Catholic priests that nobody has heard the other side of the story. Not every boy who is propositioned was "abused". For me, it was a wonderful adventure and I am truly thankful for the opportunity.

It all started when Father Michael invited me to his office. He was wearing his robe, but once the door was closed he opened it up to reveal that he had no pants or underwear on. I saw for the first time a man's cock. It was so much larger than mine it was difficult to believe. Father Michael saw my eyes open wide and invited me to take a closer look and touch it if I wanted. I approached and took his cock in my hands and examined it. As I did, it grew in size and hardened. I recognized what was happening – I was accustomed to getting a stiffy, but this one was really huge.

Father Michael asked if I jacked-off and I told him that I did, but had only been successful for a few months. Before that I had not been able to cum. He told me to see if I could jack him off. I knew I would have to stroke him but it seemed too big for my hand and had to use both hands. Still Father Michael seemed to enjoy it, and soon said he was getting close, and that I should put the end of his cock in my mouth. I know it was dumb of me not to realize what would happen, but I was so consumed by the experience I was genuinely surprised when he shot his load into my mouth.

It was strong tasting – not bad, but unlike anything else. He told me to hold it in my mouth for a while to enjoy the taste. I did, and then swallowed. He told me that I had done really well, but this was something I must not tell anyone about – it was a private holy act that others wouldn't understand.

I knew that this was really very special and truly appreciated Father Michael's teaching me. He told me that next time he would teach me to do it hands-free, entirely with my mouth. I had no idea such a thing could be done but was eager to learn!

After I had been sucking Father Michael and the other priests for a couple of months, Father Michael asked if I would be interested in becoming part of a special ministry.

"What kind of ministry?" I asked.

"Well, as you know, priests are not permitted to marry, which puts a lot of stress on them. Their needs do not go away. It is especially difficult for new men entering the priesthood. This special ministry attends to the needs of these young men attending Seminary."

"Are there others in this ministry?" I asked.

"We are very selective, but there are three other boys your age who have shown as much promise as you have," he replied. You will meet them and I'm sure that you will develop a strong bond of friendship.

Soon I learned the names of the other boys. One I had already known because he was from my church, but the other two were from other nearby churches.

Our parents were told that we had volunteered to work at the Seminary, where the young priests trained. I thought the name Seminary was very appropriate, because we would be getting a lot of semen there.

On Saturday we all were picked up by a church van and taken to the seminary. We had never talked about it before. I presumed that they were all cocksuckers like me, but it was never discussed.

We were told that our work would be secret and we should only discuss it with priests who knew about it – we should not assume that anyone knew who did tell us so.

We arrived and were taken to see a priest, who talked to each of us and asked about our skills – nobody mentioned sucking. We were split up and assigned various duties under the supervision of an older priest. There was still no hint of our true purpose there.

My priest was was Father Mark. He seemed like a nice enough guy. I wondered what is cock was like, but didn't think I'd be finding out. After lunch Father Mark told me that I would be working the rest of the day with Father Paul, who came by to pick me up.

"Have you talked with anyone here about your special ministry?" he asked.

"No," I replied, "I didn't know who was okay to talk to about it."

"Good," he replied, "I'll give you a list of names of people you can trust with that information."

"What will our duties be?" he asked.

"You will be helping selected new priests deal with their needs," he said.

"How soon will this begin?" I asked.

"Now," he said, leading me to a room and closing the door behind him. He opened his robe and pulled his shorts down, revealing a nice sized cock, now semi-hard. I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth.

"I can see why you were chosen," he said, "You are very talented."

Nothing further was said as I sucked him. I wondered how many others I would be sucking, but for now focused on taking Father Paul all the way. He came, and I swallowed.

"Your ministry will be a true blessing to the men you service," he said, "Here is a list of all the priests you will be servicing."

He handed me a slip of paper that had about a dozen names of it. "Each of the boys in your ministry has a different list. As you do your work, some will come to borrow you for a bit, then return you after they have serviced him.

He took me to meet each of the priests on my list, who were all very friendly – I looked forward to sucking all of them. Afterward we walked back, Father Paul explained, “You and the other boys will sleep in the same room, and will be visited by priests during the night as needed. Just do your work and be quiet and respectful as they do their work.”

I agreed, and Father Paul returned me to Father Mark. He had be filing books in their library for the afternoon. Twice that afternoon young priests came and asked for my assistance on a special job. I knew that the special job was a blowjob, but that was just between us. I sucked them each and they thanked me. I swallowed and returned me to Father Mark.

After dinner we went to a group prayer session and then early to bed, since we were all expected to be up at 5am. When we were alone in our sleeping quarters we talked about who we had sucked and compared lists. As I expected, they were all cocksuckers like me, and were assigned about the same number of priests. We agreed that when priests came to us that the boy who was assigned to them would suck them, unless they were currently sucking someone else. In that case one of the rest of us could do the job.

None of the priests arrived until after dark, then about fifteen arrived throughout the night. We did our work as expected and got whatever sleep we could.

At 5am we were awakend by a chime and dragged ourselves out of bed. None of us had gotten much sleep with all the interruptions. Father Mark asked why I was so tired and I said I couldn't sleep well in the hard beds, and he assured me that I would grow accustomed to the austere environment. He sure would freak out if he knew the real reason!

By our third night there we found that we could each get right back to sleep after we sucked, so we were less tired the next day. We stayed at the seminary for a week before being returned home.

When I got back to my home church, Father Michael said he had recieved favorable reports and that other opportunities to serve would come my way. I sucked him and then he told me to take my place in a confessional because some of the other priests were anxious for my attention.

I sucked four priests in the confessional and then went home, knowing I was doing the work of God. Despite the church being against gays and same-sex marriage, they kept me busy sucking any priest who wanted it.

Now that I’m hearing all these accusations of child abuse I look back fondly on those who trained me to be the cocksucker I am now so proud to be!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)