I had sang in the church choir since I was six years old, my boy soprano voice echoing around the hallowed nave of the 13th century church. I was so good that I was frequently asked to perform solos for the congregation. Then at 14, disaster, my voice broke badly and I could barely sing a note in tune. This went on for four long years. I still sang at home, recording myself and listening to any signs of improvement. Slowly, my voice came back, a tenor. I practiced and practiced until I felt good enough to present myself to the priest again. I had still gone to church every Sunday, miming to the hymns.
I stood in front of the priest, and sang my favourite hymn, Psalm 23. He was delighted. We had a cup of tea, then he suggested we go to the back of the church to measure me up for my cassock. I was completely naive as to what he had in mind. In a small room at the back of the church was a room with a long wardrobe. "My, you have become a beautiful young man, I love your curly blond hair and dimples. It made me blush. He then asked me to strip to my underwear, saying he preferred preferred his boys to wear little or nothing under the robe. I felt both nervous and excited, stripping in front of this man old enough to be my dad, even more so as he helped me out of my clothes. Embarrassingly, I popped a boner. He held me by my shoulders and admired my youthful body, muttering 'gorgeous' under his breath. Then he turned me round and I could feel his eyes burning into my ass, and then his hand caressing my butt. He kissed the back of my neck, making me shudder. I had never done anything sexual with anyone, and rarely masturbated due to my religious beliefs. "Perfect", he muttered to himself. I felt his breath on my neck, and then he kissed me again, slowly turning me to face him, and our lips met. Somehow, he wormed his tongue into my mouth. He pulled me closer and slid his hand inside my white Y-fronts, stroking my bare bum. For the first time in my life, I leaked precum, putting a damp patch on my briefs. We kissed some more and he pealed my Y-fronts down to my thighs. My 6.5" cock stood out, ramrod straight, I felt vulnerable and exposed. My T shirt came off, and he kissed my nipples, making my dick throb. Working his way down my body, he came to my penis. He cupped my balls and licked my shaft, before swallowing it. I couldn't hold back and filled his mouth with semen. He came back up and kissed me again, feeding me my own cum. I'd never tasted it before, but it wasn't unpleasant. Taking my hand, he guided it under his robe onto his rock hard cock, bigger and fatter than mine. Instinctively, I stroked it, making it grow even bigger in my hand. After a few minutes, it throbbed and made a mess on the inside of his tunic. We kissed again, and he said thank you, and you really are beautiful. I promised not to breathe a word to anyone, but my lust had been ignited. That night, in bed, I thought about the priest and masturbated again.
He phoned the following day, apolgising for his behaviour, but I assured him I was okay with it, and I'd like to see him some more. He invited me to the rectory that evening. I showered and put fresh underwear on, and made my excuses to my parents. I was surprised to find him in loose shorts, with clearly nothing underneath. We went into the lounge, a picture of the Virgin Mary and a crucifix were on the mantle piece. This time I I more relaxed, and thought I was ready for anything. We kissed and cuddled on the sofa, undressing each other as we did so. With us both naked, with raging hard-ons, he led me to his bedroom. The duvet had already been folded back, so we lay on the bed and resumed making out. He turned me onto my tummy, and for the first time in my life, some one rimmed me. I purred with enjoyment, and even more so when he pushed a finger into me. I knew what was about to happen, and couldn't wait. He rimmed me some more and put two fingers in and wiggled them. "Fuck me", I implored. He positioned himself above me, and I felt his penis pushing against me. My ring gave way and the tip slipped inside. Slowly he inched his way in until I could feel his pubes. I nodded that I was okay and he began to pump, stopping now and again to ensure I was fine. We rolled onto our sides and he pumped harder. After
