Church Boy

Finding out early in my life that I like a man fucking my arse, was a revelation to me.
As far as my family, schooling and church were concerned, gay sex was abnormal.
But then it was a priest who was fucking me every chance we got.
Once I'd tasted his cum and hot sticky cum, after he taught me how to suck his six inch dick, I was hooked.
It wasn't too long after giving my first blow job, that he introduced me to anal sex.
It happened on a Friday evening as I passed our village's church. He called me over and asked me if I'd renew my love of his member. When he'd fucked my throat for a while, he had me remove my school trousers and underwear, then proceeded to lick and tongue my rear hole as i leaned over his heavy oak desk..
It felt absolutely wonderful, so when he put his erection to my hole, I didn't try to resist at all. In fact as his cock slowly slid into my arsehole, I told myself I wanted him deep inside me.
To me it was my way of getting closer to my religion and making sure my priest was happy.
It did hurt, I won't lie, but there was also an underlying feeling of utter joy, which only grew and grew with each thrust he made.
By the time he cried out he was cumming, every single part of me was alive with the euphoria of being fucked. It felt so electrically charged and completely overwhelming, that I came without having touched myself.
The very next afternoon I walked into the church and into his small office. I didn't leave until he'd emptied his balls up my arsehole once more, sending me home extremely happy and my arsehole slowly oozing cum.
I no longer live in the village, although my mother still does. As does the priest, who's now in his early sixties. And at least twice a week I visit my priest who takes great pleasure in fucking one of his flock.