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I’m not sure I can call myself a good Catholic; or maybe I’m just not a good priest. I do believe in God, the Salvation of Christ, the miracle of Holy Communion. That is not what led me to the priesthood, though. I was a young gay boy trapped in a small town, in a very devout Catholic family, who discovered that he lusted after other men. I was too embarrassed to admit that, even in confession. I told myself there was nothing to confess if I didn’t act.
Father Pietro knew, though. He waited as long as he could restrain himself before he seduced me. It wasn’t like he had to try hard. I was a young man with raging hormones and he was not bad looking at all. He told me that he wanted to rescue me before I slipped into a life of sin. That’s the excuse the priests use. It’s never about horny men with hard dicks that need a male hole to fuck. We are holy men sharing in the Brotherhood of the Church.
Father Pietro told me that becoming a priest was a way out for me. It was certainly true that coming out to my parents would have broken their hearts but devoting myself to the church would make my mother the happiest woman on earth. I really thought that I could put my desires behind me and become a good priest. I thought that was what the priesthood was about. Until I entered the seminary and found out differently. I don’t think there is a single priest here at the seminary who is not enjoying the pleasures that our altar boys have to offer… (more in CatholicBoys…)
