I remember the first time I got caught having sex at church. It
was about six years ago, when we were both fourteen, Stephen and I,
although he was about twice as big as me back then. There was
this room in the undercroft, some sort of old utility room that was
never used any more, except by boys like Stephen and me. As far
as I knew at that time, he and I were the only ones.
It was after
church one Sunday. We’d both served as acolytes--altar boys, for
you non-church folk--and we’d both been hard all through the
service. You could easily see our erections poking up under our
vestments when we were sitting down, because it was Summer and church
was hot, and well, we didn’t wear much besides sox under our white albs.
I was on top of
Stephen, like I said, he was nearly twice my weight, so it worked best
that way, otherwise him on top of me would have made it almost
impossible for me to breathe while I blew him. We had wasted no
time after the recessional shedding our robes and getting into 69
position on this old pew that was stored in the room. Although we
were young, we’d been doing this for a couple of years, and I knew how
to keep Stephen on the edge for several minutes, at least. When
we’d started fooling around in sixth grade, he had always wanted me to
make him cum as fast as possible. But I’d found some stuff on the
internet about slowing things down, and I was getting fairly good at
it. (My book-worm parents were clueless about technology, and had
no idea what I was looking at on my computer!)
been shooting cum into my mouth for about two years, and I loved it,
but I’d also started to shoot a couple of months ago myself. I
had hardly any hair then, just a bit at each side of my dick, and none
anywhere else except for my head, of course. Stephen had a lot
more at his dick, and even up toward his belly button, but he was also
pretty smooth everywhere else. Neither of us had big dicks yet,
just around four inches hard or so. Actually, mine was longer
than his, and he gagged when I pushed too far into him. I could
get all of him into my mouth, although his pubic hair tickled my
nose. When I first started to shoot semen, I just had a few
drops, but that increased pretty fast, and by this time I was on my way
to becoming a real cum cannon. He was shooting about two quick
squirts, and after that a couple more drops, and then he was
done. But I was shooting five, sometimes six thick squirts, and
after the strong ones, I still pumped out cum. It’s still more
than he can swallow even now that we’re in college, and I think it’s
way hot when I can pull out of his mouth and get a few shots across his
face. In fact, when we both have a break on campus at the same
time, I like to cum all over his face so that he has to go to his
next class all cummy. He complains, but I know he likes it.
But I’m getting ahead of the story.
a lot of weight when we were twelve, in sixth grade. By the time
we started seventh grade, he was like 125 or 130, he had major pubes,
and he was shooting cum. I stayed tall but slender. Some
would have said skinny, but I prefer slender. Or svelte.
Not skinny. At the start of eighth grade, when we got our annual
size and hernia check in gym, I weighed exactly 88 pounds stark
naked. He looked like he was in high school: I looked more like a
sixth grader. It seemed like nothing I could eat would make me
gain weight. Stephen, on the other hand, had really bulked
up. We were both around five foot four, maybe five, but he was
pushing 150 by then, solid but not fat. So when we sucked each
other off, we definitely had to have him on the bottom.
So that’s how
we were, him pushing up into my mouth, me pushing down into his, both
of us naked on the old church pew. Stephen was trying to cum but
I wouldn’t let him, and whenever I thought he was close, when he pushed
up into me, I opened my mouth and stopped sucking for a few
moments. Then after he relaxed a bit and dropped his hips back
down, I took him back in my mouth and gave him some more tongue and got
him all built up again, and then I backed off again. While I was
doing this, of course, I was fucking his face, and when I felt myself
ready to shoot, I increased my tongue action on his dick, sucking and
licking him nonstop, and just before I began to explode into his mouth,
he pumped his little load onto my tongue, and then he was done. I
started blasting him with cum, a couple shots full into his mouth, then
a couple onto his face, and then the rest back in his mouth. He
was coughing and gagging some, but I kept my dick in his mouth until I
was done, and then I dropped my hips fully onto his face and lay on him
as my dick went soft, still in his mouth.
And that’s how
we were when we became aware that Father Mike was standing in the
doorway watching us. Stephen saw him first. He pushed me up
suddenly by the hips and started yelling at me.
Ash! Get up! Quick, get up! Oh, man, we’re going to
hell, we’re going to hell. Come on Ash, get off me.”
Because he basically pushed my legs off the narrow pew, I had no choice
but to slide all the way off him, down to the floor. Then I saw
Father Mike too. There I was: naked, in the basement of the
church, cum in my mouth and dripping off my cock. I’ve just
sucked off my best friend and fellow acolyte, and my own cum is all
over his face. This was probably not good.
“Uh, Hi, Father
Mike. We were just, um, I mean, me and Stephen were um...”
I trailed off. There just didn’t seem to be anything I could
say. Stephen, for his part, was just moaning some kind of mantra
that seemed to be based on “going to hell.”
Father Mike was
our very young priest-in-charge. He’d started here as a
seminarian--he’d gone straight from high school to seminary--and after
he graduated and got ordained, the bishop let him take over our tiny
parish. We were too small to support a regular full time
priest. But Father Mike could live with his parents so he didn’t
need much salary, and the bishop let him stay here. He was only
about 22 or so, and he looked younger. As long as he wore his
black shirt and clerical collar, he looked like an adult. Almost,
Now he stepped
into the room. “You two need to sit here and catch your
breath. Then we’ll get you cleaned up. You sit right here;
I’ll be right back.” He indicated the pew that we had just
vacated. Before he left the room, I noticed that his pants had a
major tent factor going on. Maybe this was not going to be as bad
as I thought.
In a few
seconds, he was back with some towels, and oddly enough, a
thermos. Well, maybe he wants his coffee, I thought. The
pants tent was still there, I noticed. He sat down between
get you a bit more presentable,” he said, and started wiping Stephen’s
face with a damp towel. When he had the cum cleaned off his face,
he wiped his dick as well, milking the rest of the cum out it as
well. Then he did the same with me, which felt quite nice.
In fact, I started to get hard again. Then he put his arms around
both of our shoulders and pulled us close to him. It felt even
nicer; I really liked Father Mike, and I knew he liked me.
leader of our youth group before he was ordained, and we had lots of
fun. A couple of years ago he’d taken us all out for a pool
party, so I’d seen him swimming. He kept a tee shirt on and he
wore baggy board shorts all day, but I could still tell he was really
thin. I didn’t get a look at his dick that day, and that was
before Stephen and I had started fooling around, so I guess I wasn’t
all that interested yet.
snuggling next to him, naked or not. When he pulled me close to
him, I felt like everything was somehow going to be OK, despite the
fact that I had just had committed a huge sin, having been caught
naked in the church basement, blowing my friend.
still mumbling his “going to hell” mantra. Father spoke to him
first, one hand on Stephen’s head, forcing him to look face to
face. “Stephen, shut up. I want you stop, OK? Just
stop.” Stephen looked up in surprise, and actually stopped.
sex is not automatically bad. It’s not. Really! Think
about it: which of the 10 commandments says sex is bad?”
“Uh, I dunno,
Father,” Stephen said.
I told you about ‘Father’ when it’s just us? Call me Mike.
‘Father’ makes me feel old. So which commandment do you think
says sex is bad, Ash?”
one?” I suggested.
“Do you know
what adultery is?” Father Mike asked me.
when you cheat on your wife?” I said.
Or a wife cheats on her husband.” He went on, “Tell me:
what does it mean to cheat on your spouse?”
“Well, I guess
that’s when you have, you now, like an affair, isn’t that it?”
Father Mike said. “Now, do you think someone could cheat on their
spouse but not have sex? Does having an affair have to
“Well, I don’t
know...” I said.
“Do you think
the adultery commandment is more about cheating, or about having sex?”
“Uh, maybe more
about cheating? But also about sex?”
are. Now tell me this: are either of your married?”
he asked with a smile.
I mean Mike! You know we’re too young to get married!”
“There you are
again. I knew you were smart boys. Now another
question: are either of you cheating on anyone by having sex with
Mike. We only blow--I mean, we only have sex with each
other. And if we did it with anyone else, it wouldn’t be cheating
or anything, it would just be, um, it would just be well, it would just
“There you are
again. It’s just sex, you’re not cheating, you’re doing no harm,
it feels good. So stop with all this “going to hell” silliness,”
he said to Stephen.
“Now, how many
times does Jesus teach about sex between boys?”
“Um, half a
dozen?” That was Stephen’s guess. I wasn’t so sure.
“Two or three?”
wrong this time. In fact, Jesus never ever says anything about
sex between boys. Never. Not once. Must not have been
too important to him, wouldn’t you think?
Besides, if I
was worried about you going to hell because of a little bit--well,
because of a lot-- of fooling around, I’d have said something a long
time ago. Let me guess: you two have been jerk off buddies
for about two years now, am I correct? Since maybe sixth
grade? When Stephen hit puberty?”
My mouth fell
open, probably Stephen’s too, although I couldn’t see. He
certainly didn’t say anything.
who..., how did...” I finally managed.
been very subtle,” he said. “In fact, I’ve been thinking that I
should talk to you about not being so obvious.”
“What do you
mean?” I said, amazed.
“Well, when you
two are together, you have a major tendency to touch each other.
A lot. And I don’t mean punching each other’s arms, or putting
each other in head locks. Not that kind of touching.
Touching like this.”
He took his
other arm from around Stephen and touched my bare chest before he
continued. “Touching like running your fingers down the
other’s chest all the way to his crotch, that kind of touching.”
as he talked, and chills ran through my body, and my cock got half hard
again in like three seconds. He kept going, touching me as he
described how Stephen and I tended to touch each other (which we indeed
did like to do).
keeping your hand on his thigh, all the way at the top, next to his
balls, during the sermon. Touching like pressing your crotch up
against his butt while you’re standing in line to receive
communion. Touching like groping each other’s crotch when you
think no one is looking. That kind of touching.”
I opened my
mouth, found no words there, and closed it again.
“Now I’m going
to tell you a secret,” he said. “And given your current
situation, I am sure that I can trust you to keep it. Sometimes
when I really need to get away from the rest of the church, when I need
some relief myself,” and as he said this, he removed his hand from my
crotch, and made the universal jerking-off motion, “I come down here
too. That’s why I was down here when you two were blowing,
uh,--having sex with each other.”
I looked down
at his crotch and noticed that the tent had not yet gone away. In
fact, it had developed a darker spot at its top.
Mike? Why does everyone say it’s bad to do sex?”
“Well, that’s a
hard question that has no easy answer. Our society has reached a
point where it is generally agreed that children should not have
sex. It has not always been like that, and it is not like that
everywhere in the world. But it is here. Nowadays, our
society basically says that for children, all sex is bad. And
it’s illegal for adults to have any kind of sex with children.
But remember, “illegal” is not the same as “sinful.” So I can’t
legally do anything with you, even if I wanted to. I can,
however, help. And watch.”
And with that,
he picked up the thermos from where it lay on the couch, and another
towel. He opened the thermos and poured some steaming water onto
the towel. “And, I can help get you ready.”
He took the hot
towel and placed it directly over my crotch, pushing it down firmly
between my thighs onto my balls and over my dick, squeezing firmly as
he did so.
dang! Mike, that feels awesome!”
He took a
second towel, added hot water, and did the same to Stephen. “How
does that make my horny little acolytes feel?” he asked, smiling,
giving each of our crotches another squeeze through the warm
I didn’t have
to say anything; my dick had already answered for me. With the
stimulation of the heat as well as the conversation, I was more than
ready to go again. I looked over at Stephen’s lap and saw a
similar condition. The hot towels were now hanging from our
upright dicks, no longer covering our balls. Father took them and
rubbed them back over our balls once more, and then took them
away. He placed his hands on our dicks, and amazingly, started
Heaven, you made us in your own image. Bless these boys, make
them always eager to please their partners before themselves, give them
good sense and self restraint when needed, and let them always know
that human pleasure taken in love is pleasing in your sight. Amen.
Then he removed
his hands, helped me shift to the other side of him so that I was next
to Stephen again. He and I started making out again, and out of
the corner of my I saw that Father Mike had opened his pants and taken
out his own dick. My God! He was huge! I turned from
Stephen and stared. He must have been double the size of Stephen
and me! I had never had a dick so big in my mouth, and I wanted
I had sucked
several cocks by then, but I wouldn’t turn into a full fledged cum slut
for another couple of years. I’d taken care of some of the boys
who threw wood in our locker pod after gym, and once in band, when we
had a substitute and had study hall instead of rehearsal, I blew the
entire percussion section in the back of the room behind the kettle
drums. There were five boys and they all sat in tight a
semicircle, their hard cocks sticking out of their pants, with me on
the floor in the middle on my knees. The sub never even
knew. At church Stephen and me were the only acolytes for a few
years until some new families moved in and the church started to
expand, and we sucked each other every week. So I definitely
liked sucking cock, and I loved cum, but I had not yet never done a
grown man, or a boy as big as Father Mike.
forgot about Stephen for a moment and I didn’t care what Father Mike
had said about being legal. I just saw his cock and I wanted it
in my mouth. In fact, my mouth was watering while I stared at
it. I turned around on my knees beside him. I unbuttoned
his black clerical shirt the rest of the way and helped him get his
arms out of it. I just looked at him for a minute: he was
just like me, a bit taller, and a few years older. Thin.
Slender. OK, skinny. No hair except a few under each arm
and a very small, very neat patch above his cock.
And my God, it
was long! I think mine was about four and a half, maybe even five
inches then (and I’m barely six now), but Father Mike’s must have been
twice as long as mine. It was the biggest dick I’d ever
seen. Which in retrospect should not have been all that
surprising, given that my experience was limited to Stephen’s modest
equipment, and other boys in seventh and eighth grade. But it was
big, and considerably thicker than either Stephen’s or mine. Stephen’s
was still pretty skinny, and it was kind of like sucking a long
thumb. I wasn’t much different then, I guess, just a bit
longer. Father Mike must have been about an inch and a half in
diameter, again, not huge but bigger than I’d so far sucked. To
me that day, it looked as thick a soda pop can, and twice as
long. It was the most beautiful cock in the world, and I just had
to suck it.
I went down on
Father Mike, even as he tried to tell me not to. I didn’t care, I
needed his cock, I wanted to feel his hot cum squirting into my
mouth. I brushed the uncut top with my lips, another first for
me, as all the boys I’d sucked had been cut. I barely kissed it a
second time when the foreskin slid back, exposing the shiny head.
I pulled back just long enough to look and notice the gleaming precum
oozing out of the tip and then took him as far into my mouth as I
could. Although I was gaining some skill in the cocksucking
department, this time I applied no finesse. I just wanted Fr.
Mike’s cock in my mouth, and I wasted no more time with preliminary
licks. I took his solid pole into my mouth and sucked it for all
I was worth. I licked and slurped and sucked some more.
Within seconds Fr. Mike had given in to ministrations and was starting
to push up into me. Then I felt more than saw him swivel around
so that he was lying on the pew, his face below my hips.
He took me into
his mouth the same way I had taken him, fast, without
preliminaries. I felt his hot mouth on my dick, and as he was
fucking my face above his groin, I was fucking him under me. It’s
a wonder we did not fall off the narrow pew, for we were both well past
the point of self control. It did not matter that I’d just been
blown by Stephen a few minutes ago; that was some kind of kiddie
imitation of this, and this was the real thing. This was raw,
unfettered male sex, sex without constraints, pleasure without limits.
And this did not take very long. The hot cum I wanted so badly
was not long coming to me, and Fr. Mike shot an incredible load of cum
into my mouth, fast and hard and thick, shot after shot that I did not
even try to keep up with, I just let him overflow my mouth, making me
cough some and blow cum out my nose, more and more cum that flowed out
my lips and down past his perfect cock.
I was so
engrossed in his cum in my mouth I almost--ALMOST--neglected to notice
my own orgasm. But it was impossible to ignore the massive spasms
that shook my entire body as I unloaded my own sperm into Fr. Mike’s
mouth, filling him below me like he was me. If I thought I’d been
shooting a lot into Stephen’s mouth, I was wrong, because this was real
sex, and this was the most intense and longest lasting orgasm of my
recent pubescent history. My skinny hips thrust into him again
and again and again as I overfilled his mouth until I collapsed in
sexual exhaustion onto Fr. Mike’s body, my cock finally softening in
his mouth, and his in mine.
I don’t know if
I just rested or went to sleep or what, but some time later, I felt Fr.
Mike shift position again, and then he was pulling me up and around so
that I was sitting sideways on his lap, and then he kissed me. I
mean, he REALLY kissed me, and I kissed back, and we traded the cum
that was still in our mouths and all over our faces, and then he pulled
me tight against his chest and just held me close to him. We stayed
like that for some time as the cum turned liquid and dripped down our
bodies. Mike had one hand around me, I had a hand on his soft
dick, and he had one on mine. I was idly rubbing the cooling cum
around his dick and onto his belly.
I had forgotten
all about Stephen, but I guess our sex fest had been pretty hot to
watch, because he was hard again, his short dick poking straight up,
peeking out of his pubic bush.
Fr. Mike told
him to sit next to us and I moved my legs so he could slide
under. Once situated, Mike slicked up his hand with left over cum
and started jerking him off. His hand was plenty slippery, plus
Stephen seemed to have produced some precum while he was watching us,
so Mike was able to jack him hard, and that made Stephen cum hard as
well. Probably his biggest load yet spewed out of his dick, about
three squirts that flew up into the air maybe six inches before falling
back onto him, and then some more that flowed but didn’t squirt.
Mike moved his cummy hand to Stephen’s head (the big one) and pulled
him into another hug, and the three of us just sat that way.
Naked, drained, covered in semen, sitting in the church undercroft with
the priest-in-charge. Whose dick was starting to get hard
Thend (4 now).