Seminary Memories by Allan Moraes

This is a selection of autobiographical tales I lived when I was very young. I thought I would become a saint, but I became a slut instead. And it is due to a place where we lived among men, with strict chastity vows, and lots of clothes to make room for imagination. 
The priests, the seminarians, the men that worked for the Seminary. All of them engaged in gay sexual activity. And as I had this tendency since I was young, I enjoyed it every minute!

In the first tale I tell my first time with a seminarian colleague.
In the second, the first time I did a hot bottom priest
In the third, I tell what used to happen between the guys in the Seminary bathroom, 
In the fourth, I tell how the singing teacher taught me how to use my mouth
In the fifht, I tell what used to happen in the confessionary
And I go on until the eleventh tale! 
This is the first text in this ebook:

I was a young guy living in Brazil. I lived first within the country, at a very religious State, where the influence of the Catholic Church is considerable. All my family is catholic. And all my life I felt different. I like religion, I like spirituality, and I guess it is a part of my personality to have such a spiritual side. But since my youth I didn’t like a lot of thing that my friends and myrelatives liked.
Girls, football, fights, were some things I didn’t like, for example.
As a lot of subjects were taboo to my family, I never had someone too talk about it, and
I ended concluding that I had a vocation to become a priest. There was no other logical explanation
for me to be so different of the other guys. So I made an application to enter a Seminary, in a very
peaceful city where we have a Basilica and an anual celebration to its Patron Saint.
The first month were nice! I thought I really had found a place where I could find
santity but, I was wrong. I really was different from all my friends and, the fist year passed letting
me more conscious about what was this difference. I admired my colleagues in the seminary.
Physically. Many times I got surprised looking to them, admiring them. And this made me think I
could be envious.
Time was passing, hormones were taking place, and I begun to be excited. I always
thought me handsome, good looking, beautiful. And I always was. I was aware of it. For me the
question wasn’t envy. I didn’t admire my colleagues because I wanted to be like them. I wanted
them! As the excitement was getting stronger, I realized it was something else. It was randiness!
The things were getting worst as a colleague of mine was getting close to me