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THE BAREFOOT ACOLYTE
by Dick Zucher
It's been about three years since Rico first walked into my life. He was 15 at the time, a beautiful Latino boy with collar-length hair dyed in that unnatural blond color teens seem to like these days. His family had heard that our church was progressive, and come-as-you-are. No obligation to put on your “Sunday best” here. And indeed, Rico and his dad wore plaid button-down shirts, walking shorts, and sandals.
My eyes went from that beautiful face, with the gorgeous brown eyes, down to the crotch area (nope, no visible bulge), and down the shapely tan legs to the sexiest pair of feet I've ever seen. I estimated his shoe size to be about 10, his toes weren't long and finger-like, and they weren't short and stubby; they were just the right length. His second toe was just a little longer than his big toe, and the rest followed in perfect proportion, down to the pinky toe. Yes, feet that would make a perfect snack for someone like me.
This, of course, was not going to happen. As the pastor's secretary, I had an obligation to maintain a certain decorum at the church. Dr. McAuliffe, Pastor Dan to his congregation, had once told me that every person who walked through the church doors had a right to seek God without being molested, particularly by the staff. That, and the fact that he was under age, and probably not interested in someone as old as me, even if he were interested in the male sex at all, and, well, you get the idea. Therefore, I contented myself with committing him to memory for future daydreaming purposes.
As time went on, Rico's family became involved with the activities of the church. Rico himself, as a member of the Young People's Society, got recruited to be an acolyte. Acolytes were assistants to the Deacon, lighting candles, assisting in communion, and maintaining the altar, mostly. You might say that if we were Catholic, he'd be an altar boy, except that girls were also welcome.
Rico was a very energetic young man, dedicated to whatever project he was undertaking, and he soon became the favorite of Deacon Trudy, who came to rely on him completely to get whatever was needed done. As a result, he was often at the church on Saturdays, cleaning candlesticks and helping Mrs. McAuliffe arrange flowers.
I was also there on Saturdays, printing and folding bulletins for the next day. Frequently, Rico would help, and seeing that there were 300 of them to fold each week, his help was greatly appreciated. Weather permitting, that is, any temperature above 70, it would seem, he wore shorts and flip-flops, providing me with eye candy. Often, he'd kick the sandals off and just go about the church in his bare feet, causing my dick to twitch on more than one occasion. Oh, how I longed to have him plant to sole of his foot in my face! I longed to lick his foot from the heel up to the tip of his toes, then take each of his toes into my mouth and suck on them individually.
That first summer, the Young People had a car wash to raise funds for their annual Retreat, sort of a weekend campout in the mountains. Have you ever seen a group of rambunctious teens get together with buckets, sponges and water hoses and soapsuds? The inevitable happened, and when sudsy sponges were thrown, and the hose was used as a counter weapon, naturally there were a bunch of very wet teenagers.
Rico was very soaked, and he peeled his t-shirt off to ring it out. Yes, right there in front of me and everbody else, he exposed a magnificent torso. The same olive skin, smooth and hairless, lightly muscled, with dime sized nipples just begging to be sucked. The sight of this beautiful expanse of bare skin caused me to surreptitiously adjust myself under the table I was sitting at.
Rico always seemed blissfully unaware of the tempest he had stirred in my head, which was as it should be. I tried to be discrete in my admiration for him. I might pretend to be concentrating on whatever task I was performing, but I'd still keep an eye on his feet, and just wish the time would come when I could be sucking on his toes. Yes, I was a dirty old man at 32, but I kept it to myself.
The church picnic was a wonderful affair. The park where we held it had a lake open for swimming, right by the picnic tables. There was a little pier for diving, and a sandy beach for lounging in the sun. Our church strove not to be clique oriented, but it only seemed natural that the gay men would gather together, and the lesbians would do the same, but the straight people mingled among us, too, and we with them. We did not form hard-and-fast exclusive groups. The young people also gravitated towards one another, but the groups remained fluid, as most people were friendly towards everyone else.
Rico moved from one group to another, chatting happily with the old ladies, exchanging jokes with the gays and lesbians, and playing various games with his own group. He was a very personable young man.
Pastor Dan announced that it was time we should try out the lake, to see if it was fit to swim in, and headed for the row of cabanas built for the purpose of changing into swimming attire. Mrs. McAuliffe, Ms Judy, to us, agreed, and several people were soon ready to swim.
Rico changed into board shorts, and when he emerged from the cabana, I had eyes only for him.
My friend, Harry saw what I was looking at. “He is good-looking, isn't he?”
“Oh yes,” I answered. “If only I were twenty years younger.”
“Dean, you were never twenty years younger,” Harry said. “And besides, I don't think he's gay.”
“Probably not,” I said. “But he's nice to look at.”
The swimmers splashed around in the lake, diving off the pier, swimming around, and just generally having a good time. When Rico stepped out of the water to make his way back to dive in again, I got a good look at his wet board shorts. A beautiful bulge was visible, and I could see a perfect outline of his cock. It appeared he was circumsized, as the ring meat was clearly seen. What a hunk!
“Down, boy,” Harry kidded.
“You talking to me, or to my dick?” I asked.
“Both,” he answered.
That was as far as it went that day. I went home with Harry after the picnic, and took all my sexual frustration out on him, much to his satisfaction.
One day followed another, and the routine at the church continued with very little change. One Sunday after church, it happened that Rico and I ended up in the men's room at the same time, peeing side by side. I got a quick glimpse at his dick, and saw that he was indeed circumsized, and he appeared to have about 4 inches soft. Very nice indeed, and more material to daydream about.
One Saturday afternoon, Rico and I stood at the counter folding bulletins. Nothing unusual about that. He was barefoot, as often was the case, and wore a t-shirt with a very low scoop neck, revealing a lovely patch of smooth skin.
“Guess what, Dean? Wednesday was my 18th birthday.”
“Well, happy birthday, Rico,” I said. “Congratulations. Or should I say, 'Today you are a man?'”
“Thanks,” he said. “I guess now I can do all the things I've wanted to do, since I'm an adult.”
“Yeah, I guess you can,” I said. “Just be careful, and don't get carried away. It can be a dangerous world out there.”
“Oh, I wasn't thinking about doing anything really dangerous,” he said. “It's not like I intend to get drunk or go street racing. It's just that I feel a freedom I never had before.”
“I suppose you would. When I was your age, there was a gay bar that allowed 18 year olds, more of an after-hours joint. They called it a juice bar, since they didn't serve alcohol.”
“That would be fun,” he said. “Mom has let me have a drink once in a while, but I don't really like it. It makes me feel funny. I just want to go to a place where I can dance and meet people.”
“There's the Oasis,” I said, naming the teen club in town.
“Yeah, but it's straight.”
“You want to go to a gay club?” I asked, surprised.
“You didn't know? The way you always look at me, I figured you knew for sure I was gay.”
“So much for my gaydar,” I said. “I just thought you were good-looking.”
“I'll show you good-looking,” he said, and pulled the waistband of his shorts out, exposing his half-hard cock.
I looked. I stared. “Good-looking, indeed,” I said. “But not here.”
“Could I go home with you after we're done?” he asked. “I think you're hot. I'll bet you could show me a thing or two.”
“Why not? You've already showed me your thing.”
He laughed. “Let's finish up so you can show me yours. Oh, never mind, it's kinda showing already.”
I looked down and saw the bulge in my own pants clearly visible.
And so it was finally to happen after three years of fantasy. We finished up the bulletins, I locked up, and we headed back to my place. Rico kept smiling shyly at me, and rubbed at his crotch as if to show me that he wasn't going to allow shyness to get in the way.
As soon as we closed the door to my apartment, Rico kicked his flip-flops off, and I removed my sneakers and socks, as was my usual routine.
Unlike my usual routine, however, I found myself being embraced by a sexy teenager, who kissed me passionately. I put my arms around him and kissed him back.
Our hardening cocks pressed against each other, and we ground them together until we were both completely aroused. I freed one arm and reached down and felt his manhood, and he did the same to me.
“Enough of this.” he said, breaking the kiss. “You've seen mine twice now. It's your turn to show me yours.”
“Twice?” I asked.
“Yeah. Remember that time in the bathroom?”
“I didn't know you saw me looking.”
“Of course I saw you. I was showing it to you.”
Rico stepped back from me and peeled his t-shirt over his head.
“You dirty little boy!” I said. “You've been trying to get me worked up all this time?”
“Well, not really,” he said. “I knew you liked me, and wanted to see more, so I just thought I'd give you something to see. I kinda knew you'd never make a move on me, being under 18, but I wanted to keep your motor running until it was time to go for a ride.
“Now get undressed.”
“Yes, sir!” I said, unbuckling my belt and dropping my pants to the floor.
Rico pulled his shorts off and stood naked before me for the first time. He stepped forward and dropped to his knees, pulling my underwear down to my ankles. My cock sprang up.
“Nice,” he said.
I looked down at his boner. “I could say the same about you,” I said.
He took my cock into his mouth and started sucking. I sighed.
“Hey, let's go into the bedroom,” I said.
Rico stood up and said, “Lead the way.”
I took hold of his hard cock and pulled him toward the bedroom.
He lay back on the bed, his legs hanging over the edge, and I knelt between them and started sucking his cock. It was about 6 ½ inches, cut, as I've mentioned before, and was as hard as only a teen cock can get.
“Oh, yeah,” he sighed. “This is great.”
I moved down to his balls and gave them a few licks before taking one into my mouth and rolling it around on my tongue.
“Get up here with me,” he said.
We both stretched out on the bed and he rolled over on top of me, kissing me again. He kissed like a pro. Our tongues met, and wrestled, while I fondled his round butt cheeks and stroked his bare back. Then he rolled again, and I was on top of him.
I broke the kiss and scootched down a little and tongued his nipples, first the right, then the left, as he wriggled underneath me in ecstasy. I could feel his hardon rubbing against my belly. It felt good. Real good.
He wrapped his legs around my torso as I gave his nips a good workout, then I continued my downward quest to his navel. I licked and nibbled there for a minute, then moved on to his dick. I licked up from the base to the tip, and gave an extra flick of the tongue to the frenulum.
“Oooh!” he exclaimed.
I went back down to his balls, and licked some more, then moved further south to his taint. I lifted his legs up so I could gain access to this most secret place, and was pleased that he was hairless down there. I licked upwards from his ass crack back to his balls and down again. Then I took the plunge down to his hole.
Rico's exposed pucker was dark brown, and hairless. I licked at it.
“Whoa! What's that?”
“Never had that done to you before, huh?” I asked.
“I've never done anything before,” he confessed. “You're the first.”
“Oh, really?” I said. “Then I'll have to make sure you enjoy your first time.”
I resumed rimming him, licking and nibbling at his hole, and he squirmed with delight.
When my tongue got tired, I got up on my knees and lifted his legs higher, placing his feet on my shoulders. With one beautiful foot on each shoulder, I just had to crane my neck and give each foot a kiss and a lick.
“Mmm.” he said.
Taking that to be an invitation, I maneuvered so I could get to his toes. I took the big toe of his right foot into my mouth and went down on it like it was a little dick.
“Oh, man!” he exclaimed.
“Like that?” He assented.
I licked at his toes, putting my tongue between each one, taking each into my mouth individually, and then the four smaller ones together, then went back to the big toe, then did the other foot.
Rico was stroking his cock, thoroughly enjoying the sensations I was giving his feet.
“I never knew getting a footjob could be so sexy,” he said.
“One of the sexiest parts of the body,” I answered before planting my face against his sole.
“Don't you mean two of the sexiest parts?” he grinned.
“Okay, two,” I conceded, and put his feet together, engulfing both big toes in my mouth at the same time.
Rico enjoyed the attention his feet were getting for a few moments, then said, “Come lay down with me.”
I stretched out next to him and he rolled toward me, his hard cock against my hip. He licked at my nips, and stroked my cock, and occasionally stretched up to kiss me.
Then he moved down and sucked on my cock for a while.
“Dean,” he said. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Yeah. I'm sure.”
I opened the drawer on the night stand and took out a bottle of lube.
“This is your first time,” I explained, “so you have to understand it'll hurt at first.”
“If it hurts, tell me, and I'll stop. If you decide you want me to quit, tell me, and I'll quit. I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to, get it?”
I positioned Rico on his back at the edge of the bed, instructing him to hold his knees up against his chest, then I lubed up my fingers and started rubbing his hole, circling his anus, then poking him gently with my forefinger.
Rico sighed contentedly at my ministrations, as I fucked my finger in and out of his ass. When I felt he was relaxed enough, I added a second finger, and then a third. Finally, I felt he was ready.
“Okay, Rico,” I said, “Now it's time for the real deal. When I start to go in, push out like you're trying to take a shit, okay? That will make you open up a little.”
“Okay,” he said. “But go slow.”
“I will. Ready?”
“I think so,” he answered.
I moved into position, and placed my cockhead against his pucker. Slowly, I pushed forward just a little.
Rico winced, but smiled up at me, just the same.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Yeah. I'm fine. Go on,” he answered.
I pushed just a little more, and he moaned. I couldn't tell whether it was from pain or pleasure, so I paused, letting him get used to it. When he assured me he was all right, I pushed some more, and “pop!” the head of my dick was in.
“Unh!” Rico grunted.
“How you doing?” I asked.
“Fine,” he said. “Just let me get used to it a sec.”
“That was the hardest part,” I told him. “We're almost there.”
Soon I pushed in just a little more, and there was no reaction from Rico, so I gave him a little more, yet. He smiled.
Another pause, and then I pushed the rest of my cock into him until my pubes brushed up against his ass.
“Oh, yeah!” he sighed. “Now I see why it looks so good in the pornos.”
I bent forward and kissed him then, and we tongue-wrestled for a minute. When I straightened up again, I started to pull out gently, my dickhead brushing past his prostate as I went.
“Oooh!” he exclaimed. “What'd you do?”
“I hit your G-spot,” I explained.
“Do that again!” he said.
I pushed back in, and he jumped as I hit his prostate.
With my cock buried to the hilt in his rectum, I paused, and picked up his left foot. I started licking at his toes, and resumed fucking him, slowly at first, concentrating more on sucking his big toe, but picked up the pace as his body language indicated he was enjoying it.
Rico planted his feet on my chest, scrunching his toes on my nipples, and I started to pound his ass.
“Oh, man!” he said. “Fuck me, Dean!”
I fucked him. I pounded in and out of his ass with abandon, and he took up a kind of “unh, unh unh” rhythm.
Soon his sphincter clenched, and he cried out “F-u-u-u-u-k m-e-e-e-e!” and shot a huge wad of cum onto his chest. That sent me over the edge, and I shot spasm after spasm deep into his bowels before collapsing on top of him.
We kissed again. I kissed him, and he kissed me even harder, wrapping his arms around me to pull me as close as possible.
When we finally broke the kiss, I pulled off of him, feeling the squishiness of his cum on both of our bellies. At length, I pulled my cock from his ass and lay down beside him on the bed.
“That was great!” Rico said. “This was the best birthday present I could ever get.”
We cuddled for a while, but then it was time he should be going home. After a quick shower that included some more kissing and licking, we got dressed and I drove him to his house, where he thanked me, and said goodbye.
I went home myself and jacked off a couple of times in memory of a wonderful afternoon.
It was a couple of weeks later, on a Saturday afternoon, when Rico came into my office.
“Did you write that story?” he asked.
“That one on Nifty, about the barefoot acolyte.”
“Why didn't you say something?” he asked. “If I'd've known, we could have done it for real. You don't have to write fantasy stories about me. I think you're hot as fuck!”
“Yeah. And now I know how you feel about me, I want to do it just like you said it in the story, so finish up those bulletins and let's go to your place.”
And so we did. And believe me, it was even better in real life than it had been in my imagination.
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