It wasn't that we were all gay per sei, but with the absence of females, it was a choice between wanking and fucking. I, along with a few others, certainly was gay. I lived for cum, inside me, down my throat, or over my face. I also produced a lot of my own, masturbating several times a day when I wasn't being shagged. I worked on becoming more versatile, sometimes enjoying the control. It was nice to have someone else on the receiving end.
With the priest's encouragement, the older choirboys took to being naked under their cassocks, the coarse material rubbing on our dicks, I had a permanent semi, and a precum stain on the inside. Back in the changing room, we were naked and vulnerable, the perfect time to give head and/or get fucked. I took to being commando all the time, I did my own laundry, so my parents were unaware.
Sometimes I attended churches in other parishes to give recitals. This brought me into contact with other priests and choirboys, and the chance to have sex with comparative strangers. They didn't all want gay sex, but few refused being blown. I was happy to oblige. It was at one of these churches that I was approached by the somewhat elderly priest, who invited me to visit his vicarage one evening. I was a little dubious, but, being eager to please, accepted. When I arrived, in a tracksuit, I was shown into a large lounge with a picture of the Virgin Mary and a crucifix on the wall. Another, rather portly priest was in attendance, along with my priest. They were all wearing loose shorts and polo shirts. I wanted to turn tail and run, but I was committed, besides which, I had refrained from wanking for a day and was horny as hell. I sat between them, on a long leather Chesterfield, with my priest sat in an armchair watching. Soon, they were pawing at my tracksuit and rubbing my cock through the material. I sprang a boner. Taking turns in kissing them, my hands were guided to their crotches. Fuck me, they were both huge, the fatter one had a truncheon in his pants. Suddenly, I was filled with desire. I knelt on the carpet and eased their shorts down, and marvelled at the two cocks before me. Cradling their sacks, I took it in turns to lick and suck the huge shafts. After a while the 'smaller' of them knelt behind me, pulled my tracksuit bottoms down, and began to rim me. He pulled my bottoms right off, so that he could spread my cheeks and get better access. I felt cold lube on my hole, and then his thick dick pushing against my ring. I tried to relax, and the mushroom head burst through. I nearly bit the cock in my mouth. He held onto my hips and began to pump, stopping every so often to kiss his mate. Being older, the shagging took an eternity. I dribbled so much precum onto the floor, it felt like I was cumming. He sped up, breathing heavily, and pumped his semen into me. They swapped, and I had a sticky dick to lick clean. The fat priest licked the cum bubbling out of me, spat on his knob, and pushed right home, filling me to the max. "Go easy", I pleaded, to no avail, as he slammed his massive tool into me. I shot my load onto the carpet, and he kept humping and kissing his friend. By the time he finally bred me, my ass was getting sore, so the addition of more cum eased the pain. Pulling out, he licked his own cum from my ass, then gave me his dick to clean. My priest went last. I hardly felt it going in. He played with my hole, until I told him to stop messing about and fuck me. With yet more cum inside me, I was given a towel and told to use the shower. Back downstairs, we had some wine. They wanted me to stay the night, but I made my excuses, my bum couldn't take anymore punishment. However, I did promise to visit again. Back home, I fingered my hole, and blew another load.
Sunday, after morning Mass, with the young lads out of the way, I told my fellow choirboys about my experience. Needless to say, I was led to the vestry, bent over the table, and shagged by them all. Rivers of cum ran down both legs by the time they had all had their way, I was left to lay on the table and toss myself.
A week or so later, I found myself at the vicarage again, while I love young, virile cock, an older, more experienced one is more satisfying. He knew how to please me, and we now made love properly in his bed. I had told my parents I was having a sleep over at a friend's house. We slept cuddled together, and shared a shower in the morning. Back in bed, he told me he wanted me to make love to him. This came as a pleasant surprise. We had foreplay and a sixty nine, then, having rimmed him for some time, I mounted him in the missionary position, so we could carry on kissing. I managed to control the tempo, tossing him at the same time. After 20 minutes, I could hold off no longer. I jerked him harder to ensure he came before I shot my load. We lay there, bathed in the warm afterglow of sex, with me telling him about the other choirboys. This only served to get us randy again, so we wanked each other.
I couldn't get enough sex. A couple of the choirboys, with whom I was particularly friendly, we would meet at one of their houses. He was out to his parents, and they didn't care who he brought home. The three of us went to his room. There's nothing I liked better, than being in the middle of a threesome. Having a cock in my ass and another down my throat, jerking at the same time, these lads were brilliant, swapping back and forth many times before breeding me. They made me cum twice. We took to having a threesome every couple of weeks. On the odd occasion, I got to top one of them. I loved being a slut.
