Guilty Conscience | ALTAR BOY DEX Vol. 1

Dex still couldn’t believe how much he had underestimated St. Peter’s Catholic School for Young Men. It both shocked and surprised him just how much gay activity occurred on the down low. He understood that the Church had its fair share of secrets, but he never expected to engage in so much homosexual bonding within its walls.

Even now recounting those incidents with the other young men his age who were eager to explore with another male made the bulge in his khakis throb. The young lad had done his best to brush away those thoughts with prayer, even going so far as to recite the Rosary to alleviate his mind from falling down that rabbit hole once again but to no avail.

With the pressure from his mother weighing down on the handsome faced twink, Dex was consumed by the regret that he might not be able to make it through his training completely unscathed by these tempting sexual fantasies that played out in his head. He wanted to make this his chosen path, but worried his constant sexualization of the men around him would be his Achilles’ heel. Would Dex be caught in a vicious cycle of committing sin and later asking for forgiveness?

Dex understood what he was supposed to do in these moments of overwhelming guilt, he was meant to seek out one of his superiors. One of the older priests who had experience with these sorts of recurring pitfalls of having gay fantasies about other men within their diocese.

However, when Dex sought out both Reverend Patrick and Reverend Aries for guidance on how to repent for his actions, the priests wanted more from their altarboy, almost seducing the twink into submitting to their hands-on methods. Dex wasn’t deterred by these encounters, in fact it excited the young man to get some of his firsts out of the way so that he could be more confident when getting physically intimate with who he had his sights set on.

Despite having fun with the sexual escapades that Dex had notched on his belt, those temptations still persisted. He thought that if he indulged in what prompted a physical response from his body that he could make peace with it, but the feeling still lingered and only grew stronger the longer he refused to surrender to the gay lust that plagued him. Scratching that itch only seemed to make the horny bottom want to scratch it again that much more. What would Dex need to do now to redeem himself for his actions this time?

Dex had been instructed to seek the guidance of one of the priests who specialized in introducing the concept of penance to the altarboys in training, Reverend Sargent. When the guilty Dex entered the priest's chamber, he was overwhelmed by a wave of uncomfortable body heat as the gay lad’s anxiety began to climb. His voice was quiet, almost wavering as his eyes lingered with an all too familiar unspoken truth to what he had confessed. That he was not the only one amongst those at St. Peter’s to have given into these sorts of temptations.

That was when Reverend Sargent reminded Dex of the trade of what would be required of men like him if they wished to be cleansed of their sins. That the cross was a symbol of sacrifice, of what the Lord willingly surrendered to ultimately free his followers from any wickedness preventing them from true salvation. Penance would be required if Dex wished to get within God’s good graces once again and the twink would demonstrate his submissive heart while willingly accepting his punishment.

Without much dialogue exchanged between them after consent was given, the younger man slowly shed his altar boy’s cassock until he stood in nothing but his undies. A mixture of arousal and fear washed over the bottom, unsure of how intensely Reverend Sargent would administer the penance in question as he cradled the wooden paddle in his hand. But much like the other priests Dex had shared encounters with before this, he found himself enjoying the way the older man groped his treasure trailed body.

The wooden paddle came down hard and loud against the lad’s ass, causing groans to come to the surface as the spanking left a warm tingling sensation on his cheeks. Meanwhile, Reverend Sargent’s large hands roamed the surface of Dex’s moderately hairy hole, even sneaking under the lad’s waistband to probe his tight hole with the priest’s sausage-like digits.

The muscular DILF fell to his knees where he enveloped Dex’s fully hard cock into his mouth, taking care of the lad’s erection before he bent him over. Reverend Sargent dug his tongue into the tiny gay bottom’s hairy hole, reaching around to stroke Dex’s aroused appendage.

The eager altarboy clung to the ruby red armchair for support as he accepted the second installment of his penance from Reverend Sargent as big on small bareback. The beefy top used his full body weight to come down on top of Dex’s freshly stretched backdoor, masking the lad’s moans into the fabric as his smaller frame is pressed up against its cushions. Punishment soon transforms into pleasure for the sexy bottom as Dex’s hole was able to milk the priest’s manhood for that sticky white holy seed. If this was the best method of getting back into God’s good graces, maybe Dex might just be able to get used to this routine after all.