Date: Mon, 26 Apr 1999 12:44:16 -0700 (PDT) From: bpell@anon.nymserver.com Subject: Chronicles Of St.Barnabas Final Chapter 17. Nunc Dimitis It was the last service. Ericson rose from the choir to sing the solo, "Hear my Prayer," by Mendelssohn. It was Ericson's swan song, his last and finest moment as a boy soprano. Next year he would be in prep. school. Oh, how I envied those boys! If only they knew what a treat was in store for them, those hairy, horny, football playing jocks, having a tender, pink, hairless morsel of a boy-and such a pretty one!-thrown to them, and one moreover who posi- tively adored being sodomized! I thought of wasted opportunities at St. Barnabas, all the good times I could have had with Ericson if I had been bolder sooner. But I still loved Ronnie more. He was my one and only boy. But when it came to fucking, there was just no comparison. Ronnie would lie there and let you fuck him; you could do what you liked with him; but if he enjoyed it, he certainly wasn't about to admit it, except that last time in New York. But Ericson-here was that rarity, a boy who loved the feel of a man-sized cock shoved up the entire length of his hot little ass! And here I sat, listening to him sing that lovely song, his pure sweet voice rising clear and bell-like to the highest vaults, a voice seemingly made purer, sweeter, more quintes- sentially BOY by having had a cock up his bottom. All was not bleak. With luck I would see Ericson this summer. I'd asked him where he would be, and he'd said Cape Cod. "What a coincidence!" I'd lied. "Me too!" "Really, sir? Where abouts?" "Wellfleet," I'd said, pulling a name from the air. "Right near us! We're in East Dennis! Hey, maybe we can get together!" Yes, maybe we could. Literally. Two bodies joined by my branch. Come hell or high water I would find a place in Wellfleet. Maybe it would work out. " 0 Lord, hear my prayer." I would buy a movie camera and take pictures of him running naked in the dunes, turning cartwheels, long, sun- bleached hair flowing in the sea breeze. " Ofor the wings, for the wings of a dove. " The lovely voice of the child rose to the vaulted ceiling, making the church spin for me. then there was Ronnie. My love. I would see him for a week or so in New York before he was packed off to camp. Maybe we could get the use of the "hideout" again. Bernie would be in town, but maybe he'd let us use it during the day. It would be like old times. And there was always next year. Ronnie wouldn't be in my dorm any longer, and I would miss seeing him everyday in the showers, and having him come into my room for a tussle, or just for a talk. But Georgie would still be there. I caught sight of him now as the choirboys recessed-no longer bare-kneed, for he had turned twelve. But there came Ladd and Tucker, bites and scratches marring the soft smooth flesh of their nine-year-old knees. Down in the choir room it was chaos. Boys flinging off their choir robes like butterflies flapping their wings, whooping and hollering. No more school! Back to the loving arms of their parents. And more important, a long summer of boyhood fun. How few those summers really were! How swiftly they sped by! "Come here, Eric," I said to Ladd, as he was about to dash out of the choir room. I drew the little fellow close by his waist. "You're going to be in my English class next year, you know." "Yes, sir, I am." "And you'd better behave, because you know what hap- pens to boys who don't!" "Yes, sir." "They get their bottoms spanked good and proper!" And I emphasized the point with a few spanks and a pat on his little rear end. "So see that you behave!" I said with a wink. "Yes. sir! I will! I will!" he cried, giving me a big broad smile. I knew I could count on him not to. 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