Altar Boy Training Noah | ALTAR BOY NOAH | Chapter 4

I was shocked when Father Patrick took my virginity in the confessional booth. I thought having sex was a sin, especially sex with other men. The Fathers say this is different, though, as a way to control our desires, not give into them. I’m not sure I understand that, but I know that I like it now, even if I wasn’t sure at first.

I was just kind of having thoughts about other boys. I wasn’t even sure exactly what I wanted to do with them. I hadn’t thought about older men at all, much less the priests here at school. Everything with Father Patrick happened so fast when he took my virginity in the confessional. I was so shocked that I just did what I was told. At first it hurt but, by the time he blessed me with his seed, it really felt good.

Since then, it seems like these rituals have made me have more desires, not less. I think about sex all the time now. I’ve been blessed by several of the priests, but it’s very confusing. Mostly they are just, well… priestly. They teach our classes, conduct the services, make sure we behave and do our duties. Then when I least expected it, one of them summons me and suddenly he’s kissing me, and his hands are all over me, taking my clothes off.

As soon as they start, my cock goes so stiff that sometimes it hurts. Sometimes, I get hard just thinking about when it will happen again. I’ve mentioned that in confession, but I was just told not to concern myself with it. My place is to be humble and obedient, and submit myself to the will of the Fathers. Still, I wonder if that means my desire for them to fuck me is really just a passion to be righteous in my obedience, or something less holy.

Father Aries teaches one of my classes. He has a scruffy beard and dark eyes. He’s nice, but he’s quiet and very intense. He doesn’t talk much, except for his lectures, so it’s hard to know what he’s thinking. I feel like he looks at me a lot, but he’s my teacher and I’m sitting there in his class, so he kind of has to look at me.

A few days ago, it was my turn to report to the chapel to help set the altar for the service. When I walked in, I was surprised to see Father Aries behind the altar. He doesn’t usually do that. At least I haven’t seen him set the altar before. I went up the steps to the sanctuary and he greeted me. He didn’t quite smile but the tone of his voice was gentle and friendly.

He had already removed all of the furnishings from the altar, which was a bit odd because one of the first things we are taught, as altar boys, is to carry the ornaments carefully, being sure not to drop them over to the sideboard. Of course he would need my help to remove the cloth, fold it, and replace it with a fresh one. It always has to be handled with reverence. You can’t just pull it off and ball it up like a used bed sheet, or toss the new one up in the air to let it spread out like a table cloth.

When I stepped around to the back of the altar, though, I started to sense that something was up. There seemed to be an extra intensity about Father Aries, almost like electricity crackling around him. I started to suspect that he was going to fuck me, but maybe that was just because it had been a while since one of the priests had blessed me, and I had been getting really horny. Except I’m not supposed to say that. I was “in need of guidance.”

Father Aries is very good looking. Even though I hadn’t actually had fantasies about him, I wouldn’t mind at all being blessed by him. His greeting was appropriately solemn for the occasion, but again, friendly. Then he stepped up close to me; closer than appropriate, and I knew what would happen. There was something almost animalistic about him, but I’m sure it’s not appropriate to think of a Father that way.

He held out a communion wafer for me. I guessed it was to bless me before we set the altar, but it was to prepare me for something else. As soon as I swallowed it, he started to undress me. First he removed my cassock and just let it fall to the floor, then he grabbed my crotch. I was hard almost instantly. I’m sure he could feel it, even through my pants.

He unbuttoned my shirt, spreading it open, and then pulled me to him, kissing me with obvious hunger. His hand slipped into my pants, jacking my cock, making my knees feel weak. That is the humble submission that I am supposed to offer. Soon he had me completely naked. He had me brace my hands against the altar and started playing with my ass. When he first started to kiss me, I thought he would take me off to the sacristy. I couldn’t believe we were doing that right here in the chapel.

He pushed me to my knees and unbuckled his belt. He didn’t need to tell me what to do. I knew what was expected, and I was happy to obey his will. He was not quite as long as Father Patrick, but very thick. I stretched my lips to fit them around it. His deep groans let me know that I was doing it right and he appreciated my efforts. Then he lifted me up and pressed my chest down on the altar.

It was like some crazy dream. I would never have imagined actually laying on the altar, much less naked, with a priest's cock pressing its way into my hole. I tried to relax and let him in, giving my body up as a gift of my devotion to the faith. He commented on how tight my hole was, but a minute later, he sighed his approval as my body opened to him. I felt the ecstasy of my service swelling inside me as I yearned for the blessing of his seed deep in my body.