Date: Fri, 19 Oct 2007 19:08:22 -0700
From: koksuccor <koksuccor@hotmail.com>
Subject: Server for My Priest

I had been a faithful chuchgoer all my life, having been raised in the
Episcopal Church, and I still loved it, even though I had just celebrated
my sixteenth birthday. Unlike most of my friends, I loved the "smells and
bells" of the high mass. It was especially great when there was a good
looking priest or altar boy. Guys really turned me on, and for some reason,
good looking guys wearing robes made me hard! I had the hots for many of
them, but could never imagine any situation that would let me get close to
them. So, I would sit in the pew and try to focus on the service rather
than on the hot guys conducting it - and on what they looked like without
their robes on.

One Sunday, Mom and I arrived early, as she had some sorta meeting between
services. As I was waiting in the pew, Fr. Don came out from behind the
altar and headed toward me. With a big smile on his face, he came over,
reached out to shake my hand, and said "Hi Joshua. It's so good to see you!
How are you doing?" I just said "Fine" and waited to see what he
wanted. Although I thought Fr. Don was cool, we hadn't talked very much
because he had only been at the church for a few months. He looked like he
was in his forties, with brown hair, blue eyes, and a nice body for an
older guy. In fact, as I looked at him, I realized that he really was good
looking. He had nice eyes, and a way of talking that made you feel like you
were the most important person in the world.

"Joshua, I wonder if I could ask you a favor." he said.

"Sure, what is it?" I asked.

Well, one of the altar boys couldn't make it this morning, and we really
need to find somebody to take his place. Have you ever served mass before?"

I had never done it, but I was thrilled with the idea. For years, I had
secretly wanted to be an altar boy, but never had the guts to do it. Most
of the altar boys were younger than me, or if they were my age, they had
been doing it since grade school. It just seemed weird for a sixteen year
old to be starting out as an altar boy. But I just loved the look of their
red and white robes, and if a hot boy was wearing them, I couldn't stop
staring at him, and daydreaming about what he looked like under those
robes! Many times, I had sneaked into the room behind the altar and tried
on the robes. The last time I did it, I felt my cock swelling. I don't know
why, I just loved the look and feel of the long, close fitting cassock with
the short white linen surplice over it. I would always find a mirror, and
as I looked at myself, felt a strong urge to jerk off...

Fr. Don was waiting. I replied. "No, I haven't. I don't think I'd know what
to do...."

"No problem." He said. "The boy who can't come was going to be the
Crucifer. That's the one who carries the cross in the procession. After
that, he just sits up front until it's time to end the service. Then, he
carries the cross out. That's it. Very easy."

"Uh, okay. I guess I could...." I said nervously. Although I really wanted
dress up in front of other people, and to be close to other guys who were
dressed up, I was scared to death that I'd screw up. You know, drop the
cross, trip on my robe, or something like that. But my biggest fear was
that the other guys would make fun of me. Church wasn't cool, and most of
the guys only came because their parents made them. So even though I liked
it, I had never let on. I wanted to be cool, and that meant I was supposed
to be bored in church.

"Okay, come on back with me." Fr. Don said as he put his arm around my
shoulder and led me up the aisle toward the altar. We veered off to the
side and went through the door leading behind the altar. It was exciting to
finally be doing what I had dreamed about for so long!

The sacristy was a large, open room with wooden cabinets all around. There
was an older lady putting wafers into a silver cup. She smiled at me and
said "Hello". Fr. Don took me into a smaller room that said "Vesting Room"
on the door. I knew that the robes were in there, because I had sneaked in
quite a few times to try them on. (In fact one time, I came in here on a
weekday afternoon. I was all dressed up, standing in front of a full-length
mirror with my rock-hard cock in my hand, stroking it furiously. I was just
about to cum when I heard a key unlocking the door from the outside! I
pulled up my pants and ran the other way, tearing off the robes and
scattering them in my path. Finding a door to the outside, I flung it open
and ran until I was out of sight!)

"Joshua, this is the Vesting Room, where the altar boys come before the
service. They get dressed in here and then wait for the service to
begin. The clergy vestments are over there, the choir robes on the other
side, and the altar boys' things are right here. We have some time, so let
me explain things a little."

Fr. Don had a very warm, friendly way about him. He stood close to me and
looked at me steadily. I felt that he liked me, and that he was grateful
that I'd agreed to serve. He opened a closet door and explained, "This is a
cassock. It snaps up the entire front and should be close-fitting. You
should wear one that is long enough to almost touch the tops of your
shoes. If you wear one too long, you might trip over it. If it's too short,
you'll look silly. What are you - about six feet?

"Actually, only 5' 11" I said.

"Okay, this one should fit. Try it on."

I took the long red garment from Fr. Don and slowly put it on. I loved the
feeling, especially with somebody watching.

"Just right. Now you're an altar boy! Why don't you just keep it on while
we begin your training. As Crucifer, your job is to lead the procession
into and out of the church while carrying a large, heavy cross." He led me
into the sacristy and over to the doorway, where there was a gold cross on
a six foot wooden pole, leaning against the wall.  "Go ahead and pick it
up, but be careful. It's very top heavy."

I lifted it up, and was surprised at how heavy it was. But I knew I could
handle it with no problem.

"Okay, let's just go over the route you'll take. Come on."

Fr. Don headed to an outside door, opened it, and walked outside, holding
it for me as I followed. Still carrying the cross, I asked him, "Should I
bring this?"

"Sure. It'll be good practice." he said as he motioned down the sidewalk
toward the front of the church. He put his hand on my back and nudged me
forward, looking at me very attentively the whole time. When we reached the
front doors of the church, we stepped inside. There were two or three
ushers standing around with service bulletins in hand. They stepped aside
as Fr. Don and I entered.

"Okay. This is where we gather for the procession. After a prayer, you will
be the first one out. You just pick up the cross, holding it so it's above
your head, and start up the aisle. Walk at a slow, steady pace, and when
you reach the bottom of the stairs at the front, stop and bow your head,
and then take the cross to the holder by the organ. So, let's go ahead and
rehearse."

I stepped though the double doors, lifted the cross over my head, and
headed down the aisle. There were about a half dozen people sitting quietly
in the pews. As I walked along, I could hear my cassock fluttering with my
steps, and felt it flapping around my legs. I thought, "I can't believe I'm
really doing this!" It was a good feeling, and Fr. Don must have noticed
the smile on my face, as he said, "You look very comfortable. Must be a
natural-born altar boy!" "Yeah, I guess so, Father", I said.

I reached the end of my route, put the cross in the holder, and turned to
Fr. Don. "Great!" he said. "Let's just go back to the sacristy until it's
time for the service to begin. Maybe the other boys have arrived.

As we walked into the sacristy, Fr. Don began speaking with the lady who
was preparing the stuff for communion, so I walked into the vesting room,
where I saw the most beautiful boy I had ever laid eyes on! He was standing
in front of the closet, with no shirt on! I tried to be cool, but it was
difficult. He was about 6' tall, with brown eyes, and a perfect, hairless
chest. He obviously worked out or played sports, 'cause he had a six-pack
and perfectly defined pecs. He must have seen me coming, because he turned
to me and said "Hi" and continued looking for a cassock to wear. He grabbed
one and said, It gets so hot under these robes that I sometimes take my
shirt off so I can make it through the service."

"Good idea" I said. "I'll remember that for next time. I introduced myself
and he told me his name was Jeremy. "I haven't seen you around," I
said. "Where do you go to school?" He told me that he went to Jesuit High
School, which was in the next town. "Cool", I replied. Fr. Don came into
the room and asked if we had met. We both said yes, and he nodded and went
back into the sacristy. Jeremy and I busied ourselves with finding cottas
in the closet. After we put them on, Jeremy asked me if I had served Mass
before. I told him about Fr. Don asking me to fill in, and he told me that
I had the easiest job, and I shouldn't have any problem.

Soon, Adam Beaumont came into the room and began getting dressed. I had
known him nearly all my life, but we weren't friends. "Hi Adam," I
said. "Hey, how ya doin." he replied. Adam very quickly got dressed, and
told us that we should head out to the front, because it was almost time
for the service to begin. As I turned toward the door, I thought I caught
Jeremy staring at me. Didn't think too much about it at the time, other
than to admire those big, brown, sexy eyes of his.

The service started with a hymn, and at Fr. Don's prompting, I lead the
choir, altar boys, and clergy down the aisle to the altar, without any
problem. I went to my seat, glad to know that I could relax until the end
of the service. After the choir went to their seats, Jeremy and Adam bowed
at the altar and went to sit down. Jeremy came and sat next to me, while
Adam went to a seat on the other side. It was a small wooden bench, and
Jeremy's leg pressed against mine. The warmth felt really good, and I found
myself getting hard wondering what his bare legs looked like. I love
moderately hairy legs that aren't too big, but not skinny either. I caught
myself thinking more and more about his legs, and especially what was
between his legs, then forced myself to pay attention to the service...

As one of the priests shouted, "Let us go forth in the name of the Lord!"
the congregation said, "Thanks be to God." And the organ started playing a
hymn. Jeremy nudged me, signalling that it was time for me to lead the
procession out. I reverently walked over to the choir area, picked up the
cross, bowed to the altar, and then turned to walk down the aisle. I
reached the front door and walked outside and headed for the sacristy, with
Jeremy and Adam right behind me. As we were taking off our vestments,
Fr. Don came into the room and thanked me for helping out. "We'd love to
have you serve again sometime, Josh!" "Sure" I said. "Just let me know."

Later on that week, Fr. Don called me and asked if I could come to the
church for some altar boy training. "It will be just you and me." he
said. We arranged a time after school on Thursday. I was excited about
moving ahead as an altar boy, and actually looked forward to being alone
with Fr. Don. He was nice, and was good looking too, and he seemed to
really like me. I even thought that I heard a hint of excitement in his
voice...

Thursday afternoon, I left school and headed right for the church. I walked
around to the side door and found it unlocked. I went in and saw Fr. Don
leaning against a counter in the sacristy. "Joshua! It's good to see you."
he said.

"Thanks Fr. Don. Good to see you too."

"Okay, why don't you put on some vestments for the practice. You know, just
so you get used to kneeling with the cassock on."

"Okay" I said, walking over to the closet. It was a hot spring day, and the
air conditioning wasn't on in the church, so I took my shirt off. Out of
the corner of my eye, I could see Fr. Don watching me very closely. He
looked like he was really enjoying it (at least I hoped so).

"Let's go out into the sanctuary and get started." he said. We spent the
next hour or so going over the duties and actions of serving at the altar.

Back in the vesting room, I stood in front of the closet and took off my
cotta. As I did, Fr. Don came over and started straightening out all the
cassocks. He stood very close to me, and put himself where he could watch
me very closely as I undressed. When I took off my cassock, exposing my
bare chest, Fr. Don spun around to say something to me, and his hand
brushed against my nipple. We both pretended that nothing happened, and he
asked me something about how often I wanted to serve.

I didn't want to look him in the eye, so I looked down, and then I saw that
his pants were tenting. Fr. Don had a hard-on! I couldn't believe it! My
mind raced, and I was sure my face was turning red. I quickly turned toward
the closet to find the polo shirt that I had worn that day, and took my
time, hoping that he wouldn't see me blushing.

"Don't be embarassed Joshua - I'm not. Haven't you ever had another guy
touch your chest?"

"N-no, I haven't." I said.

"Did it make you uncomfortable? I'm so sorry if it did."

"Well, not really uncomfortable" I said. "It's just that it took me by
surprise. I didn't mind it at all." I really wanted him to touch me again!
I ached for a guy's hands to touch me, not only on my chest, but all over.

"Well, Josh, I sense that there's something you want to say. Come in to my
office so we can chat."

Fr. Don put his hand on my back and guided me out the door and down the
hall. We went into his office and he shut the door. We sat down on a sofa.

"Josh, I want you to understand that there's really nothing wrong with guys
touching one another. A lot of guys feel awkward about it, but there's
really nothing strange about it. Girls touch each other all the time, and
we don't' think anything about it. They dance with each other, braid each
other's hair, put makeup on one another, and nobody thinks anything about
it."

"I know," I said. "I didn't mind! I really didn't!" I wanted to tell him
that he could do it again, and again, and again.

Fr. Don slid closer to me, and put his hand on my leg. "There, that's okay,
isn't it?"

I felt my cock getting bigger and bigger, and Fr. Don's eyes were glued to
it.

"Well, I guess you really don't mind my touching you, do you Josh. You like
it, don't you!"

"W-w-well, yeah, it feels kinda nice," I said.

"Joshua, you need to know that whatever we talk about, whatever we do in
this room, is strictly confidential. I cannot tell anybody anything about
what goes on in here. As a priest, I must maintain absolute secrecy. Please
tell me, have you ever been sexually active?"

"Well, I made out with a girl once, but that's all. I don't think either
one of us like it too much. It was over in about 2 seconds."

"Why do you think that was?"

"Well, are you sure you can't tell anybody what I say?"

"Absolutely! Please feel free to confide in me."

"Okay, w-well, I'm really not interested in girls. I think I like guys... I
know it's okay to be gay and everything, but I'm just scared to death to
let anyone know how I feel. I look at cute guys all the time, but try to
not let them know that I'm doing it."

Fr. Don was silent for a while, and I didn't know what to say or do, so I
just sat there. Finally, he said, "Josh, there's absolutely nothing wrong
with being attracted to other guys. Can I tell you a secret?

I nodded. "Sure, I can keep a secret." I was thrilled that he wanted to
confide in me! After all, how many adults would do that with a 16 year-old
boy?

"Well," he began. "I'm attracted to guys too. I realized that I liked boys
when I was about 13 or 14, and all through high school, I never had any
interest in girls. Unfortunately, when I was young, nobody could ever come
out. It's so much better now."

"Yeah, most kids don't think anything about it. I'm just not ready. In
fact, I'm really not sure if I'm gay or straight."

"I guess you'll figure it out as you go along. Perhaps since your
experience with a girl was not so good, you should try it with a guy to see
if it's better. Is there a guy you're attracted to?"

"N-no, not really." Even though I was kinda uncomfortable talking abou
this, I was somehow glad to say it out loud. There was something liberating
about talking to another guy about my attraction to guys.

Fr. Don put his hand on my leg and asked, "Would you like to try kissing me
to see how it feels?"

His warm eyes looked straight into mine, waiting for an answer. I was
shaking inside, and didn't know what to say. I thought Fr. Don was very
attractive, and I had fantasized about making out with a guy, but never
imagined it could be with a priest! Finally, I said, "I-I guess we could
try..."

As Fr. Don leaned toward me, I felt my dick getting hard. His lips touched
mine and we kissed for about 3 seconds. He backed off, and must have known
that I really liked it, cuz he leaned over and kissed me again - and stuck
his tongue in my mouth! I didn't resist at all. It was the best feeling I'd
ever had, and I didn't want it to stop. Our tongues teased each other's and
we were wrapped in each other's arms. Fr. Don snuggled closer to me. I
could feel the huge bulge in his pants rubbing against my leg. Then we both
leaned back and caught our breath.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you Josh?"

"Uh-huh", I stammered, not knowing what to think about what had just
happened.

"So I guess it's safe to say that you like guys more than girls, huh?

"Yeah!" I replied, realizing that my boner was harder than it had ever been
before. I looked down at Fr. Don's crotch and saw that his was huge
too. Suddenly, the priest's hand went between my legs and rubbed my
dick. Wow! That felt so good! He kept rubbing it and then said, "Do you
want to take your pants off to release some of that pressure? It must be
really uncomfortable. Here, let me help you."

He started unbuckling my belt, and I didn't resist at all. It felt weird,
but good at the same time. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would
burst out of my chest!

Fr. Don pulled my belt off, and said, "Why don't you stand up so we can get
those pants off?" I stood up, and my legs felt really weak. Fr. Don knelt
in front of me and started unbuttoning my pants. I put my hands on his
shoulders to steady myself. I couldn't believe what was happening!

Once my jeans had dropped to the floor, he grabbed my briefs and pulled
them down. As he did so, my cock sprung out and stood at full
attention. Fr. Don had a big smile on his face, and said, "Doesn't that
feel better?"

"S-sure" I said. I was wondering what to do or say, when he started
stroking my dick. I couldn't help it, and moaned as soon as he touched
it. This is what I had been dreaming about for a long time. Another guy was
stroking my dick! It didn't seem to matter that it was a priest. After all,
he was good looking, and he was helping me to figure things out.

Then, he took my dick in his mouth and started giving me a blow job! I saw
his head going back and forth, and felt like I would explode any
minute. After about 30 seconds, I came in his mouth. He just kept sucking
away while the jiz pumped out of me. When I was done coming, he backed
away, and had a big grin on his face.

"That was great!" he said. You obviously like it too..."

"Oh yeah!", I said.

"Okay then, would you like to help me get off too?"

I didn't know what he wanted me to do, but I felt that I should
reciprocate.

"W-well, what do you want me to do?" I figured he wanted me to give him a
blow job too, but then he said, "Okay, here's what I'd like to do. Let's go
over to the sacristy."

"Shouldn't I put my pants on first?", I asked.

"No, it's alright. There's nobody else here and it's just down the
hall. All the doors are locked."

As we walked down the hall, my half hard dick was swinging back and
forth. It felt strangely exciting. When we got to the sacristy, Fr. Don
told me to take off my shirt, and to put on a cassock and surplice. I
thought this was kinda weird, but couldn't see any harm in it. After I got
dressed, he said, "Now let's go back to my office."

As we entered his office, he said, "Have a seat Josh." As I sat down, I saw
Fr. Don taking off his jacket, and then his belt, pants, shirt, shoes, and
socks. He sat down next to me with just his shorts on. As he rubbed my leg,
he said, "Joshua, I think you're a very attractive young man. In fact, I
think you're downright hot! Has anybody ever told you that before?"

"N-no, Father," I replied.

"Well, I bet all the girls, and a fair number of guys, think so too! Have
you ever had sex, you know, gone all the way, with anybody?"

"N-no, Father," I replied.

"Well, it's the best feeling you'll ever have! A blow job is good, but
getting fucked is way better. Let me show you something."

He picked up a remote control and turned on the TV. Then he clicked it
again and a porn video came on. It was two young guys, lying on a bed
naked. They were kissing and stroking each other. I felt my dick swelling
up again, and couldn't take my eyes off the screen. Then, while one of the
guys laid on his back, the other one reached out toward the bedside table
and picked up a bottle and a condom. He put the condom on while the other
guy started putting lotion from the bottle on his dick. Then, the guy
laying on his back started putting the lotion on his butt. I had never seen
anything like this before, but I knew what was coming! My dick was even
harder than when Fr. Don sucked me off.

The bottom guy lifted his legs while the other one got between them and
slowly put his dick in the guy's ass.

"That's what I'm talking about." said Fr. Don. "See how much they're
enjoying themselves?"

As he was talking, Fr. Don put his hand inside my cassock and was caressing
my cock. "Why don't you lay down." I laid back on the sofa, and Fr. Don
pushed my cassock up to my waist. He was rubbing my thigh, and inching his
hand toward my butt.

"What are you gonna do?" I asked the priest.

"We're gonna have a really good time. Just relax."

He turned, reached for a bottle of lotion, and put a little on his fingers.

"This will feel a little cool at first, but it will warm up fast. It's a
nice lotion - good for your skin.

His hand went between my legs and under my balls, rubbing the lotion
between my butt cheeks. "You okay?" he said. "Y-yeah, I think so." I said.

"You just let me know if you're uncomfortable."

"O-okay"

His finger started rubbing around my butthole, and I knew what was
coming. I wasn't sure about it, but didn't want to stop him either. After
all, he'd just given me a blow job. And I really did trust him...

Fr. Don's fingertip went into my hole a little. "Is that okay?"

I nodded okay, and he smiled and pushed it in a little more. Surprisingly,
it didn't hurt at all. In fact, it kinda felt good. I raised my legs a
little so it would be a little easier, and Fr. Don pushed it in a lot more.

"Feels good, doesn't it."

"Yeah" I said. I wanted him to keep doing it, but he pulled his finger
out. Then, I felt something bigger. "What did you do?" I asked.

"That's two fingers." he explained. "Does it feel okay?"

"It's a little uncomfortable."

"Well, I don't want to hurt you. Should I stop?"

Actually, I kinda liked it. Sure it was a little unpleasant, but it was a
turn-on at the same time. I loved the attention from this adult/authority
figure.

He moved his fingers around in my hole for another minute or so, then told
me that he was gonna try three, but no more than that afterwards. Three
fingers hurt. A lot. I pretended that it didn't, but inside, I was hoping
that it would be over soon. Fr. Don kept sliding his fingers in and out,
and every once in a while seemed to spread them apart. After a while, I got
used to it, and it actually wasn't that bad.

"Okay, enough training. How about the real thing now?"

"W-what do you mean?" I asked, even though I knew exactly what he meant.

"I want to fuck you." said the priest. "I think you're gonna like it!"

I was nervous, and thrilled at the same time.

"Okay, just don't hurt me. Please."

"Of course. If it hurts too much, just say so and I'll stop. Tell you
what. It might be easier for you if you stand up. Go behind the sofa, and
lean over the back."

As I did so, Fr. Don lifted my cassock and draped it over my back. I looked
back and could see that he had a raging hard on, and a big smile on his
face. I felt his dick poking between my butt cheeks...

"Okay, Josh. We'll take it nice and slow."

I felt pressure against my hole. He told me to push out as if I was taking
a shit. As soon as I did that, I felt his cock go inside me. It hurt a
little, and I told him so.

"Do you want me to take it out?" he asked.

"No, just don't push it in any further" I said. We stayed still for about
30 seconds, and then I got used to having his cock in my ass.

"Feel okay now?" he said.

"Yeah, it's okay."

Then I felt his cock slide further in, slowly. It felt strange, but good!
Then he started pumping faster. I was really getting into it, and could
tell that he was too. Fr. Don pumped and pumped and it felt better and
better. Then, his cock felt bigger and I could feel it pulsing in my
ass. He reached around under my cassock and grabbed by dick, stroking it
fiercely. We got into a rhythm of his thrusts and stroking my cock. "Oh my
God", I thought. "I can't believe this is happening!" I came for the second
time, and realized that Fr. Don was coming too. My ass cheeks were slapping
up against him and the thrusting was getting faster and harder.

"Oh, my beautiful altar boy!" he screamed. "After a few more strokes, he
slowed down and pulled out of me. I could feel his jizz dripping out of my
ass, and although it was a little sore, I knew that this wouldn't be the
last time that I would be a server for my priest....