Altar Boy Tyga Vol. 1 The Rectory

Release Date:-
30 June 2026

Studio Notes:-

The altar boys were not supposed to be fucking each other. Strictly speaking, they were not supposed to be having sex with each other at all. Their bodies were for the use of the priests who could make sure that their sexual activity was pure in the eyes of God. Lane was pretty sure that God had made him to be a top, though. He just hadn’t had a chance to find out for sure. Then Tyga moved into his room. So cute. So sweet.

Lane noticed that Tyga had changed. He had gotten more comfortable having a roommate, but there was something more. Lane caught him watching him undress. Tyga evidently thought he was being discrete, but not discrete enough. Lane started casually undressing facing his roommate. Even letting his cock chub up a bit, although, that was almost impossible to control under the circumstances. Then Lane asked him if he had been to confession. Tyga blushed red and got very evasive. Lane said, “Your first confession here can be… a lot. If you want to talk about it, I’m here,” and let it drop.

After his experience with Father Snow, Tyga was confused. But his body was… awakened. Masturbation was something he did to relieve his erections, it wasn’t exactly sexual. Now, though, he wasn’t just making his cock feel good. Now, when he did it, he remembered Father Snow’s arms around him, the man’s beard nuzzling his neck. His hole tingled and dilated with the thought of being fucked again by somebody, another hard cock filling him up with cum.

Tyga began noticing the men around him, including his roommate. Lane was handsome and confident. Almost swaggering around Tyga, the boy he was hesitantly trying to seduce. Father Snow had not initiated anything further between them. Tyga was experiencing something new. Being horny. Lane’s familiarity, a touch on the shoulder, a lingering look, his cock that always seemed a bit full, had their effect. Lane sensed it and made his move.

Taking his young roommate had been every bit as satisfying as he imagined. He soon became Tyga’s lover. The boys fucked every chance they got. Lane began to long for something outside the confines of their room, though. He spent some time scoping out the meditation room in the rectory. The altar boys were allowed to use it, and it just happened to have a lock on the door.

Lane determined that during their free time after lunch it was almost never used. The other boys focused more on goofing off than their spiritual life. Likewise, on Wednesdays after lunch, the priests were in their weekly conclave for 45 minutes. The priests were the only ones that would question a locked door, and forty-five minutes would be more than enough time to fuck his boyfriend. Of course, he would like hours, but self-control is not a trait that horny young men have when it comes to sex. Actually, twenty or thirty minutes would be more than enough.

Tyga was reticent at first. Lane pulled him away from their friends and they snuck off. The boy didn’t know where they were going. Lane had simply promised him a surprise. Tyga only realized what was up when they entered the room and Lane turned to lock the door. When Lane pulled Tyga into his arms and silenced his objections with a kiss, Tyga melted. He was helpless with desire when the older boy was intent on taking him, and Lane had waited much too long to bend the boy over the velvet armchair and breed his tight little hole.