The young altar boy, his innocent face framed by the white collar of his uniform, is a picture of purity as he kneels before the priest, his hands clasped in prayer. But the priest sees something else in the boy's eyes - a spark of curiosity, a hint of desire that belies his innocent demeanor. The priest, his voice low and commanding, tells the boy to touch himself, to feel the hardness that tents his robes. The boy hesitates, then tentatively reaches out, his small hand wrapping around the priest's thick cock. The priest groans, his hips bucking slightly as the boy's innocent touch sends waves of pleasure through him. The boy, emboldened, begins to stroke the cock, his eyes wide with wonder as he feels it grow even harder in his hand. The priest, unable to resist the boy's innocent allure, pulls him close, his hands reaching under the boy's uniform to find the smooth, untouched skin beneath. The boy gasps, his breath coming in short pants as the priest's fingers find his virgin hole, stretching it, preparing it for the cock that the boy is now desperate to feel inside him.