The sacred hymns echo, but the boys' minds are filled with sinful thoughts. Their robes barely conceal their bulging erections as they stand in formation, but their eyes meet, and the message is clear. They slip away, meeting in a secluded corner of the cathedral. Their lips meet, their hands roam, and their robes fall to the floor, revealing their naked, eager bodies. They kiss, their tongues exploring each other's mouths, their hands stroking each other's cocks. One boy, his eyes filled with desire, pushes the other to his knees, guiding his cock to his lips. The kneeling boy takes it, his mouth stretching wide, his tongue swirling around the head before taking it deep, making the standing boy gasp. They switch, the kneeling boy standing, his cock slick with spit, as the other boy bends over, offering his ass, ready to be filled.