I was a Altar Boi

I had only been an altar boy for a few weeks. My mother was very religious and had sort of talked me into it..telling me how much fun it would be.

So here I was…another Sunday in church. I wasn’t really finding it all that fun at the moment. All I could think about were my knees which were aching from kneeling on the floor. The priest had told me numerous times that while kneeling I was to stay upright, but I couldn’t help but slowly lower my ass back onto my heels to relive the pressure.

During this particular mass the priest had come by several times tapping me in my shoulder and whispering to get back on my knees.

That day after mass, after I had changed out of my robe. I was heading out to meet my mom happy to be going home. Catholic mass always seemed to take forever.

Walking out the front door I saw my mother and the priest chatting. I veered away heading towards the car. Mom often hung around to chat with the priest and others after mass. Before I could get to the car I heard my mother…

“Jimmy come over here.”

I reluctantly went over.

“Jimmy Father Jim tells me you have some difficulty staying on your knees and also mentioned there are some other things you should learn to be a good altar boy.”

“Father Jim has graciously offered to take you under his wing to help teach you more about being a good altar boy, as well as to teach you what it means to be a good altar boy. “

He’s willing to spend a few hours with you every Sunday after mass. Isn’t that great?”

Oh my god ..I thought to myself. This is going to be so boring. But out loud I said ..Sure.

After my mother left Father Jim took me by the hand and walked me back to his private office and locked his door.

“Okay Jimmy we’re going to work on your kneeling. Get on your knees and we’ll say the rosary together.”

As we recited the rosary prayers my knees began to get sore. Why’d he choose to do this in his office? On this hardwood floor?

I slowly lowered my ass to my feet. Father Jim walked behind me and lifted my ass up. But when he did it he sort of out his fingers between my ass cheeks. I thought this was sort of strange. Maybe it was accidental?

He stood behind me reciting the rosary. Standing very close. Rubbing my shoulders with his hands. Several more times during the rosary I would start to lower my ass. Each time his fingers would dig deeper between my cheeks when he’d lift me up.

It did dawn on me that he shouldnt be doing that. But if you’ve read my other stories you’ll know it wasn’t the first time I’d been mol3st3d

After the rosary he told me we should talk about my sins. He asked what type of sins I’d done. I related typical boy stuff. Stealing candy, cussing, the typical stuff.

Then he asked me if I ever masturbated. I admitted I did sometimes.

He told me that was a naughty and sinfulI thing to do. He asked that I explain exactly how I did it.
Without going into great detail I just told him I liked to rub it.

I could feel Father Jim’s cock getting hard through his pants. I could feel it against the back of my head.

He asked me if I was ejaculating at my age. I wasn’t familiar with the word. Then he explained it and I knew what he meant. I told him know I don’t do that yet.

All this time he was holding my shoulders and sometimes my head tighter and I could feel him pushing and rubbing a bit against my head.

He was asking how I touched myself, how often I did it, what I thought about while I was doing it.

Through all the questions his rubbing and pushing got more and more and I knew he had cum because I felt him stiffen and shake a bit sort of like my uncle had done. I could feel the wetness on my head and my neck.

“That’ll be all for today Jimmy” he said as he turned around.

I remember wondering if my uncle had confessed about us to him.

There is more to this story. If anyone’s interested I can tell more. Just let me know.