All depicted activities and individuals are fully consenting adults, at least 18 years old at all times.
WARNING: If you have been abused in a church, religious, or spiritual environment, please use discretion in this read. Absolutely not meant to bring up any pain or horrors one suffered.
I thought I was unique, in many respects anyway, especially in my name and endowment. My surname is Michaels. I am the only child of my parents, Greg, and Valerie; I guess they thought it would be simple to call me Michael. Are you fucking kidding me! Michael Michaels!!! So, I need not go on about my 18 years of surviving that!
As far as my endowment, I will never know if it's hereditary or a one-off, but my God-given, circumcised penis is nearly 9.5” fully erect. For looks, I can’t complain at all; many said I was the spitting image of Mae Martin (the actor-comedian) or the young European actor Frederik Winther Rasmussen. Both equally hot and gorgeous as I am. Yes, I am vain. A catholic sin, I guess, to add in with all the others; well, the lord loves the sinner and hates the sin, so I am keeping him busy, and he loves me a lot; never did I know that today, I would ask for the greatest forgiveness and love!
Apart from my face and big penis, I am six feet four inches and a lean, sculpted 160lbs, with blue-green eyes and excellent teeth; Dad is a dentist and orthodontic maxillofacial oral surgeon, and Mom is the same. Talk about money!
I loved sports and played on every team in high school, and I am extremely athletic and masculine. That is when the second razing and hazing started, apart from my name. When the guys saw my size in the 18+ high school showers, word spread like wildfire about my soft six-inch penis and large, perfect hanging balls surrounded in lovely, darker bush; all genders lined up to want and do me. It was fun, and I'm not saying more about that; regular healthy teens growing up experimenting and exploring. All were consenting, of close age, and not in any authority over any of us or each other.
I came out as gay to mom and dad when I was 16; I got on PREP and all the vaccines, as many of my gay and bi friends did also. They were super supportive; all the friends and family were there, and even the church was great and embracing. I have been an altar boy since age 9; luckily, I never suffered any abuse whatsoever, but I felt so bad and prayed emphatically for those who had; none at our Cathedral Basilica in our large metropolitan Canadian city, as far as I knew, anyway.
The biggest wrong of the Catholic Church was not to allow priests to marry or to approve or welcome gay marriage, unions and dating of any gender. In God and Jesus’s image, we, the People of humanity, are designed to need loving touch and affection with the ultimate being sexual pleasure to ejaculating climactic orgasm.
Unfortunately, predators and pedophiles have managed to infiltrate, and we all know the millennia of darkness, great pain and suffering that have ensued and still endure in some places. My story is not meant to be painful or rationalize or trivialize any abuse, but to reveal the flipside of the pain and suffering of those young men who are in forbidden love with other young consenting men over 18 years of age in the church. Forbidden, in the Church's eyes, not God's, in my opinion!
When I turned 18 a year ago, mom and dad could not take the constant Twinks and young men conquests that I was fucking wildly, unapologetically loudly in my bedroom and parts of our wealthy mansion home, so they insisted it was time that I got my own place.
They agreed to pay for everything (Fuck, they can sure afford it!) until I had completed my master’s degree in IT and AI Computer Sciences and had secured gainful, sustainable employment. A hot topic these days, but it might just be a bubble career about to pop and burst; I guess with a beautiful face, eyes, my blonde looks, lean sculpting, and big cut cock, I could always fall back and be a hot blonde porn star with a massive, big dick and dark pubes and pits. I do love my Twink orgies and could absolutely live off hot, creamy white boy-cum!
I loved my Bachelor apartment sex pad on the 27th floor overlooking the water and city views. It was impressive, with every building, spa, gym, fitness center, pool, and amenity you could want. I do not have a regular boyfriend and am not in love with anyone yet, but I fuck and get fucked with Twinks and young men every night; many are altar boys, all 18+ and old school chums and university buddies, 18+ as well; a few super hot Twink orgies…Oh God, Fuck Yes! Yes! I will repeat it, I do love my Twink orgies and could absolutely live off hot, creamy white gushing boy-cum!
This weekend was Valentine’s Day, and Mom and Dad were on a cruise in the Caribbean until next weekend. We also had a second home, a cottage-cabin on the lakefront about forty kilometres outside our metropolitan city. It was a very romantic secluded cabin-type place that I could use to permissively and honestly party when they (Mom & Dad) were not using it, no lies in our family ever!
It was super romantic, granite stone, pine, and black iron, like a gothic dungeon. If they only knew the BDSM Twink orgies I have had there this year! I love that hot squirting boy-cum down my throat or up my super clean asshole, pounding my prostate and vesicle!
Anyways, Valentine's Day last night, I spent all night fucking with Paul, a fellow IT Uni-buddy. Nice 7” uncut dick and cute nuts. It was lots of twink fun with cock sucking, a gallon of cum swallowing (nearly), fucking, rimming and breeding.
Paul left after breakfast, knowing I was the head altar boy at the Cathedral Basilica and scheduled for service. I showered and douched after my morning shit, as was my usual routine. Today was a special day as Father Samuels was retiring at age 75; he was wonderful and knew many of us altar boys were gay and never once tried anything; he even knew many of us were fucking each other after 18, of course. A new young Priest was to be introduced as a big surprise to the Parish Cathedral family. As mentioned, our Cathedral has not been involved in abuse scandals. Consenting sex over 18; well, that is not abuse, is it! Against church rules, yes. God’s? I think not!!
As a senior Altar boy, I arrived in my bright yellow Toyota Tacoma at about 9 AM, an hour and a half before mass was to start. There would be six altar boys today to celebrate the Parish Priest's transfer and retirement. I was the senior and the oldest, and the other five boys were 17 or 18, so we were the most senior altar boys among a few dozen. Two gay, two bi and one straight, or so he thinks…ha! I only fucked over 18-year-olds and consenting Twinks or bi-boys. No need to mention names right now anyway.
I walked into the sacristy (Mass Prep Room) that was between the rectory (Priests' Residence or the behind rectum reference as us queer alter boys over 18 always joked) and almost shit my pants!
Standing there was a new, incredibly off-the-charts gorgeous young man I had never seen before; perhaps 21 or something around there. My penis swelled in my tight jeans and lubed up a hefty pre-cum squirt instantly. I almost shuddered, a gasp sound, and a moan as Father Samuel smiled and proceeded over to introduce whoever he was. It was only then that I noticed the collar; OMG! This hottie wearing tight spandex-like jeans, nearly revealing a massive soft penis and two huge nuts, is the newbie priest! OH, Fuck me! Please!!
“Michael, my son. Good morning, lad. I trust you are well and had a nice Valentine's Day with a lover or two?” Father Samuels grinned and winked, punching my bicep. He was straight and never an abuser of anyone, like a loving grandpa to all of us. A true man of God, he loved us all unconditionally, regardless of our gender or orientation. Those of us queers never hid it or lied to him about it. We often came to him for advice. He was very understanding and never judgmental. His only request was to wait until we were eighteen and consenting to engage in sexual activity, and absolutely no sexual activity on church property for any of us at any time, no matter what!
Smiling and a bit embarrassed, I saw the new hot priest raise his gorgeous eyebrows. He was a total Greek god, the entire package, reminding me of a hot 18-year-old Ian Somerhalder from The Vampire Diaries a decade+ ago, the show I loved as a boy growing up. This hot god with those blue grey sexy eyes, the long dark brown wavey sexy hair, and the outline of a soft cock that just might be bigger than mine. Holy Fuck! I hope!
“Yes, Father Samuels, I had a nice Valentine’s love,” I answered, licking my lips as my heart raced and my cock swelled. I was worried my wet spot would soon seep through my tented glans tip. For the first time, I might have to go and beat off in the adjoining bathroom, breaking the golden vow and rules.
“Good Michael. I have the great honour and pleasure of introducing to you my replacement, the new parish cathedral priest, Father Damian Damian. Father Damian, this strapping young lad is your lead altar boy, Michael Michaels.” We all giggled and shook hands.
I answered, “It is a great honour to meet you, Father Damian. We already have something in common with our first and last names being nearly the same repeating, only I translate to God like, and you would be…ah…ah…the Conqueror, subduer or tamer.” I giggled a bit, embarrassed at my insinuation.
“Yes, Michael, I can see what Father Samuels meant; I will have to whip these boys into good behaviour for the holy father. The pleasure is mine, and I know you will not let me down today as Father Samuels has been raving about your decade of service and talking about how you and the other boys bring the service all together like a fine, greased machine,” he replied.
Smiling, I nodded and shook his hand some more, in a frozen catatonic state. Why did he have to say greased machine? All I could picture was his big dripping giant cock plunging and pounding my clean Twink hole, and then me pulling off, turning around, kneeling, and sucking him as he would blow deep in my mouth and throat. Then I imagined in reverse. Oh, Fuck My cock is so hard, dripping and tented! Father Samuels left to prepare for Mass; Father Damian finally broke the handshake, smiling and staring at my tented, wet spot, clearing his throat and shaking his head, and then went on to complete the prep work with Father Samuels.
My head was spinning, my heart pounding, beads of sweat forming on my brow and neck as I kept leering and staring at his tall, lean, sculpted body. Those tight jeggings hugging his sweet, tight ass, cock and balls. Fuck me! I have to jerk off, or my cock is going to rip my jeans with a line of hot boy cum dripping all the way down the aisle to the altar.
I have never cum on church property or done any sex act, as Father Samuels had commanded. However, dark, and secretly, I fantasized not just about sex in the church or property, but someday getting fucking hard on the altar before God and the holy father blowing cum in the communion chalice and drinking it all up. Maybe Father Damian and all of us 18+ naked altar boys do a secret midnight sex mass Twink church orgy.
I went to the adjoining bathroom, which had a toilet and sink. There was a fan, and the door had a vent at the bottom. With the light on, you could see shadows from outside, so I turned so that my motions would be blocked. I undid my belt and dropped my jeans to my knees; pushed down my underwear, and my cock sprang out, flinging a huge hot white line of cum that even flowed up to my white shirt. MY cock was so hard and fully erect in no time, I was fantasizing about him fucking and pounding my hole till I came all over.
Stroking my cock in seconds, I blew a massive load mostly into the toilet, with splashes that hopefully sounded like little shit balls to others outside. I moaned in relief with my orgasm and hot ejaculation. I grabbed some toilet paper to wipe the cum off the black seat and was shocked when my cock decided to blow more cum loads. As I bent over, it all blasted onto my pulled-down jeans, spattering the outside everywhere. More cleaning up and flushing ensued. Fuck I must have been in there for twenty fucking minutes until I was re-assembled, and all cleaned up…or so I thought.
I exited the washroom as I heard Matt, James, David, Caleb & Josh arrive. Father Samuels continued with the introductions to the boys. They all had their tongues on the floor for Father Damian. All were eighteen, except Caleb and Josh, who would not be until May or so, if I recalled their birthdays near May 24 weekend. Matt, James, David and I had a foursome orgy at my bachelor pad just a few weeks ago for an entire weekend. We were using some of my huge dildos, butt, and cock toys, rings and cages. We started to get into anal fisting with incredible sensations and ejaculations off the charts! Now I was fantasizing about us with Father Damian.
Fuck, it felt so awesome, and the hands-free cums so fantastic. David went into the bathroom, and we could hear him taking a powerful piss and giggling about something. Now I'm worried. Had I left evidence? Oh Fuck!
David came out smiling ear to ear, knowing he and the other four had arrived together, and saw me exiting the bathroom. I was getting hard and drippy recalling his hot piss all over my face and throat at our orgy weeks back, as he fisted and pissed in my hole.
I asked in a low, quiet voice, “What the fuck is so funny?”
Wide eyes, he replied in a giggling whisper, “I just cleaned your cum off the wall and floor!”
I was horrified and whispered back, “Oh Fuck! Sorry, I just got so horny looking at him.”
He answered, “Fuck I know. His cock looks even bigger than yours in that black spandex shit he has on. I am creaming in my jeans and my AC thong.
“Why do you think I had to bust a nut before mass starts?” I spoke.
“Believe me, I thought about it too, and sorry I have not yet…look at my crotch,” he said. I looked down, and he, like most of the others, had pronounced tents and bulges, with wet spots forming. We were all grinning. We helped one another put on our white-and-black cassocks. Just when mine was over my head, James came over and whispered in our ears.
“Michael, for fuck’s sake, you have white boy-cum balls and strings all over your jeans’ ass and back pockets. Did you jerk off in the fucking church? Are you trying to burn in hell!” Matt and David put their hands over their eyes and mouths to stop laughing so hard that they were on the verge of tears.
I, in a pissed-off demeanour, replied, “Just help each other get our dress on and forget about it. I will tell all later. God help us all, dear lord!”
We did just that. Somehow, we all got it together and navigated the mass service as always. I was distracted; we had a few minor timing mishaps, as Father Damian had to prompt us, even though we had never had any issues in a decade about what to do or hold with Father Samuels.
My mind wandered to the orgy we,18+ Twink Altar boys, had a few weeks back; then I fantasized about where we could have sex. I got wickedly kinky, noticing the huge, curtained space beneath the altar, with removable, adjustable shelves that housed service items, and the pulpit with the huge open space beneath it where one could sit and kneel secretly during the sermon, homily, and readings.
We were all just so deer in the headlights and drooling over his ridiculous hotness, and all of us over 18 could not get that image out of our minds of his big thick, long cock and huge nuts bulging beneath his black spandex…I mean, what the fuck was he thinking? It is Sunday, and he is the fucking new Priest! My cock was very hard again; I knew the others were all hard and dripping as well.
Father Samuels knew something was up, but he could not care less; once we were done, he was outside for hours, hugging and saying goodbye to all. Apparently, he had already moved out last night to a new apartment somewhere near the lake, so once all the parishioners were gone, he would get his car and off he went.
Matt, David, James, Caleb and Josh had all left as well to say final goodbyes to Father Samuel; I got texts that Matt, David & James (18+) were headed for a threesome, they got so horny; Caleb and Josh left together a swell…who knows? I was left to clean up the sacristy and reassemble everything for the next Mass or Eucharist, which may occur shortly through the weekday afternoons/evenings.
I did my rounds of the church cathedral, checked the washrooms, and looked through the window at the parking lot. The only vehicle left was my yellow truck. Suddenly, from around one of the marble pillars near the confessional, Father Damian appeared.
“Michael, my son, why are you still here this late?” He asked.
“Father, I have sinned tremendously today and am so sorry for our disastrous performance. It will never happen again, I swear to God!” I answered.
“Oh my son, Michael, you all did splendidly. It was just nerves and a new Priest to stir up the gears of that well-lubed machine,” He stated. Fuck why did he have to say that and mention lube and machine…my cock twitched and started with a squirt again. I was deer in the headlights. We were right near the confessional boxes. My head was down. I knew that, for maintenance and screen disinfection since Covid-19, the screens were removable for cleaning, so an open, unobstructed space of about 15” x 20” would be available. I was not formulating a plan; I was praying it would all cum about naturally.
“Father, will you please hear my confession?” I said with tears dripping.
Father Damian replied, “Of course, my son, cum right now.” I entered my side of the confessional and Father Damian into his. I sat down shaking, having no idea what the fuck I was doing; I could almost see and smell the flames of my burning body. Suddenly, the door slid open, and the dark silhouette of his gorgeous side profile appeared.
He began, “Michael, May God, who has enlightened every heart, help you to know your sins and trust in his mercy. God and Jesus, with their forgiveness, will always love you, no matter what sins you have committed, my son.”
I replied, “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been six months since my last confession. The sin I must repent for is that today….I….I…I…I…mmmasss…..I mmmasssss…. masturbated before mass in the sacristy bathroom, spilling my seed all over the place. I know God will want to kill me like Onan.”
Father Damian replied, “Oh, my son, Onan was put to death because his seed was designated to produce a child, and he intentionally disobeyed the Lord's word. You had a moment of weakness and gave in to your normal 18-year-old bodily desires. You are forgiven, my son, but please never do it again, at least in the church anyway. What prompted you to become so sexually excited in the sacristy this morning, my son, and lose control?”
I was silent for a long period and then, with panting, quaking breath, blurted out, “AAAaahhhh YYYYY…….yyyyyou, FFFFFFFFather DDDDDDDamian. I know you are a man of God, but I have never seen such beauty and been so hotly attracted to another young man as I am to you, Father Damian.”
“Oh my son. I ah….ah…..ah….” He was speechless, clearing his throat repeatedly. I grabbed the screen and pulled it off.
He pleaded in disbelief, “Michael, what are you doing? Please put it back!” I stood up, smiled, looked through, and grabbed Father Damian’s crotch. He shuddered and moaned; his cock, like a titanium missile!
“Father, your body says you want me too.” I stood back up and pulled down my jeans and AC thong as my huge cock sprang out with a line of cum flying through the confessional portal, coating Father Damian all over with my hot white squirting semen webs.
“Oh, dear Lord! Michael, please put your very big, lovely penis away. I beg you, young man, please don’t do this…at least not here….not in the city.” He gasped and sighed in nervous, anxious, fearful breath and emotion. He kept staring at my huge, hard, dripping cock.
I said, “Father, it is only sex in the church if you penetrate me or take me orally, or I do you, but you can touch it, please Father Damian touch my God-given Altar boy Penis.”
His hands shook like an alcoholic released from detox. Again, he was sweating, panting and shaking as he reached out to stroke my cock. He moaned and sighed as his cold hands touched my boiling penis. He just stroked me three times, and suddenly I knew I was going to cum.
I screamed, “You turn me on and make me so horny, father, I'm going to cum and ejaculate!”
“Please, Michael, not on me or here in the church, please, dear God, no! Oh Mon Dieu! Sacre Bleu!” He pleaded. I sat down as he watched, bugged eyes with his mouth open, gasping away, and after a few strokes, I blew wads and volleys of semen all into my mouth and down my throat. I could not believe all the hot, boiling boy cum I had covering my face as I wiped it into my sucking tongue and lips, moaning and groaning away at its sweet, lovely flavour and consistency. After fucking Paul all night, even I was shocked at my power and volume. Father Damian was beyond stoned and catatonic.
“You said not here, so if you are willing, my parents are on a cruise for two weeks and I have private access to our cabin on the lake front about 40 KM from here. It is a 30-minute drive; I must go home and fetch some supplies. If I text you the address, will you meet me there, Father Damian and we can get better acquainted in secret privacy?” I spoke.
He was staring at my deflating erection as I continued to clean and eat the cum in front of him. His pants and underwear were wet and bursting with an inside splashed saturated cum spot the size of a cantaloupe; he had a full ejaculation in his pants just watching me cum and eat it all in front of him.
He shook his head affirmatively and said quakingly, “I have never been with another man or woman, or anyone or thing ever, Michael. I have kept my vow of chastity my entire life, even resisting the boys and young men in the seminary, but I must tell you: your beauty is so Godly that I cannot resist your incredible, gorgeous looks and body. I will meet you on one condition, Michael.”
I answered, “Anything, Father Damian; I must be with you. I must have you in me and eat your seed and take it hotly deep in my breeding hole.”
Father Damian answered, “Kiss me, Michael, let me taste it, please. Kiss me, and I will be at the cabin in an hour as you request, ready to do all you desire, as so do I.” I brought my mouth and face to the opening and experienced a passionate kiss like never before. His tongue probed and sucked every inch of my mouth, teeth and tongue for almost ten minutes, feeding and eating the semen that was left in my oral cavity. My penis was still dripping semen all over the floor and my half-done-up jeans. We finally broke after 15 minutes; I reassembled my clothing and closed the screen.
I exited the Confessional, and as I walked past Father’s door, I heard him praying,
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned, and am about to sin even more. I am a priest and man of God, but in your image, I am also a man. I have needs that I cannot suppress any longer. Please, Heavenly Father, be with me, guide and forgive. The beauty that you have created is so heavenly! I must be with him!”
