Guilty Conscience & Penance | Altar Boy Flynn Vol. 1

Reverend Patrick told me about Flynn. Of course, it was in his admission file that he was probably gay. Reverend Patrick managed to get him to confess that he had some mostly innocent experiences with other lads, hardly even something requiring confession, but often confession is not about the sin as much as the guilt that the confessor feels. Flynn obviously felt very guilty.

Reverend Patrick used that as a pretext, as he is often too eager to do, to relieve the lad of his virginity, as well as his guilt. He told me a few days later what he had done. Further, what an eager participant young Flynn had been in the experience. I already thought Flynn was an exceptionally handsome lad but that knowledge made him too much to resist.

I couldn’t get him out of my mind. One night I was walking through the dormitory, just after lights out, and noticed a light coming from under the door to his room. I peaked in to check on him and, much to my delight, found him on his knees in prayer. Kneeling behind him I asked what was on his mind and he confessed that he was struggling with impure thoughts. There is only one cure for that. Our young altar boys often come to us burdened with unnecessary guilt regarding the natural hungers of a young man’s body. They can only properly serve the church with a peaceful heart and a focussed mind. It is part of our training to teach them how to find that.

That night I went about giving Flynn a lesson in the deep joyous pleasure that his body could offer himself and, just as importantly, the men he shared it with. Believe me, his sweet mouth and tight hole are the source of very much joy and I and my hard cock drank deep of it and blessed him generously with our seed. When Reverend Snow mentioned that Flynn had asked to speak to him, I suspected that I knew the reason. Sadly, young Flynn grew up with a homophobic stepdad and older brothers that were allowed to bully him and fully took advantage of the opportunity. It may take more effort than usual to overcome that.

I told Reverend Snow that it might be a good thing if I were there. That is unusual, but when I explained why, he agreed. I could see that Flynn was surprised to see me. Of course, he had no idea that I would be there. Reverend Snow asked if it was okay if I stayed and he said it was. He seemed to genuinely be comfortable. I even asked directly if I should go. I was overjoyed when he said I could stay.

Of course, I was correct. The lad is still agonizing over his sexual desires, and Reverend Snow and I set about addressing that situation, both his desires and our own. Reverend Snow is a big believer in corporal penance. More specifically, over the knee spankings. Administered by himself, naturally. As soon as he got Flynn to confess his concerns, Reverend Snow commanded him to strip to his underwear and lay across his lap.

The paddle that Reverend Snow uses is actually far more intimidating to look at than to feel. However, it doesn’t take much to convince a young lad, who is already nervous, guilty, and embarrassed to be stripped and bent over, that he has had a proper thrashing. All that without the lad being too physically sore and drained by the experience to endure the fucking that inevitably comes next.

First the undershorts are dispensed with in short order. After that it is almost a natural progression from some superficial paddling, to spanking that quickly turns to caresses, to a finger gently invading a tight hole that begs to be tasted. Young Flynn did not protest any of it. I knelt beside him and held his chin, making him look into my eyes while it happened. I wanted him there with us, his attention focused on the two priests that would soon be using his sexy young body.

Reverend Snow got him as ready as he could in that position. We stood him up and had him lean over the prie-dieu, his wonderful firm round ass sticking out ready to be eaten, which Reverend Snow took great enjoyment in doing. I moved around to the other side. I couldn’t resist pulling out the hard cock that was soaking my own underwear with precum. Young Flynn obediently took it in his mouth without any protest and let me fuck his throat with it. That also served the purpose of muffling his loud moans when Reverend Snow stood up and slowly forced his enormous cock into the lads' very tight hole.

I watched Reverend Snow fuck him. He was getting more and more vigorous and I knew that it was only a matter of minutes before he bred the lad. As good as my blowjob was, I could hardly wait to have my turn. Even the deepest throat is no match for a lad’s tight hole, and I don’t mind the least bit fucking into one that’s opened up and lubed with a friends warm cum. I hope when we are done with young Flynn he will be cured of his guilt. If not, we will just have to keep working with him until he is.