Nighttime Vigils | Altar Boy Lane Vol. 1

Lane had some problems adjusting to life at St. Peter’s. He even withdrew for a little while. Father Spencer took the boy’s virginity in the confessional and became a sort of mentor to him before his departure and again after his return. It’s not good for the boys to become too attached to one man, though. I had noticed him almost from his arrival and wished I had been the one to introduce him to our ways. He is finally settling in, though.

It was actually Father Spencer who suggested that I should go see him. I hid my eagerness, but I went straight to his room that evening just before bedtime when I knew he would be saying his prayers. There is something about a young man, on his knees, in communion with our Lord, which is so sincere and innocent. I can’t resist wanting to join them in their devotion.

Lane is a strong young man, who looks as if he takes an interest in sports and activity. His body is sturdy and virile. His ass stretching his nightshirt was firm, round and strong. Of course, he heard me come in and turned to see who it was. I told him to continue with his prayers, while I knelt next to him, reaching out to stroke my hands over his broad shoulders, and down to his ass.

I don’t doubt that he knew why I was there. I was pleased to see that when I raised up the hem of his night shirt, his young cock, already swollen, was stretching out his underpants. I’m glad the altar boys are required to wear white briefs. They are so clean and wholesome, and such a pleasure to pull down over a boy’s hips. I almost lost my breath when his hole came into view. I had to lean down and taste it, and it was everything I had imagined it would be.

I restrained my almost overwhelming desire to fuck him, though, and had him turn over. He presented me with a sturdy, hard cock that I was happy to suck for him. I wanted him fully aroused and hungry for what was about to happen. When I stood and presented him with my own erection, almost painfully hard, he looked up at me and, knowing what was expected, began to worship my staff of life.

Father Spencer has trained him well. He knows how to please a man. I might say that I could have let him do that all night, but the truth was, I couldn’t. He was pushing me dangerously close to the edge, and that is not what I came to his room for. I had him get on his knees and present his hole to me again. The time had come. I lined myself up and pushed in. His ass opened up to me without resistance, embracing my rod firmly. He gasped and moaned, as every boy does when he is taken, but allowed me to sink in fully without a struggle.

Sometimes I think the Lord gives us boys to fuck just to give us a glimpse of what Paradise will be like when we get there. Taking Lane was a rare pleasure. I haven’t enjoyed a boy’s ass that much in a long while. He seemed to enjoy it as well. I hope the difference between fucking boys in heaven and fucking them on earth is that in heaven a man can cum and still keep on, not losing his vigor. Fucking until his seed runs down the boy’s balls and puddles on the bed. Alas, I’m still a mortal man and, far too soon my balls were emptied deep in his tight hole and it was over. There will be many more nights when he lays down to sleep with my seed leaking out into his white briefs.