Date: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 17:37:09 +0200 From: Queer Wolf Subject: Fun At Church I am an atheist, and yet I go to church almost every day. Why? Because I'm a contractor, and I work for the LDS church. I work on their sound systems, making sure that all the microphones and speakers are working throughout their churches, as well as the satellite dishes. There are plenty of Mormon churches here in the Phoenix metro area and all over the state of Arizona, so these jobs keep me quite busy. One day I was on a job in the East Valley, pulling new data cables from the equipment rack to various parts of the building in order to upgrade the system. Most of the time I had the buildings pretty much to myself, but sometimes there were other activities going on as well. That day it was a Boy Scout meeting. I was just carrying in some tools from the car when I noticed a teenage boy sitting on one of the small sofas in the foyer, napping, and with a very obvious bulge in his Boy Scout shorts. I stopped to look at him for a moment. He was pretty cute, probably about 15 years old, with short dark hair. Unfortunately I couldn't just stand there looking at him, but I didn't want anyone else to find him in this slightly embarrassing position either. Most of the Mormon bishops and missionaries were pretty uptight. So I walked over to the boy and tapped his shoulder. "Wake up, dude!" I said quietly when he opened his eyes. "Unless you want to earn a merit badge for pitching a tent in your pants, you might want to readjust your stuff, down there!" I nodded towards his crotch and grinned. The boy blushed and quickly sat up. I winked at him again and went back to my work. A few minutes later I was at the sound rack again when there was a knock at the door and the boy peeked in. "Uh, hi," he said, "and thanks for the heads up. That was kinda embarrassing." "You're welcome!" I replied. "But don't worry, I'm not some stuck up elder, so you don't have to be embarrassed. And I still remember being a teenage boy. You can jerk off three times a day, and you still pop a boner at the worst times." "Well, that's the problem! I didn't get a chance to do it yet today." He blushed again, realizing what he had just told a complete stranger. "Uh, anyway, thanks again, I better go now." I chuckled and watched him leave; he looked cute from behind too. Especially in that tight uniform that was hugging his butt nicely. I had to force myself to stop fantasizing about him and to focus on my work. Shortly afterwards, I went to the bathroom where I ran into the boy once again. He was just zipping up his shorts, turning away from the urinal. "Hello again!" I laughed. "I hope I didn't just interrupt something." "What? Oh, no, I can't do that here." he said and walked to the sink to wash his hands. "I wish I could, but someone might walk in at any moment. Like you just did." "Unlike most other people though, I would actually just enjoy the show and not preach to you about not spilling your seed or something like that. You know, if you are looking for a private place to get off, I do have a suggestion for you." "What do you mean?" he asked. "Well, I do have a master key for the whole building." I said. "Including the attic. I'm on my way up there right now. I have to work on one side of the attic, but you could have complete privacy on the other end." "Really? That would be kinda cool, I've never done it at church before. But there's no time, our group meeting is about to start." I thought for a moment. "If that's your only concern, I might have an idea. C'mon, let's go find whoever's in charge." As it turned out, the guy in charge was one of the missionaries. I found him in the cultural center, setting up folding chairs. With the boy in tow, I walked over to him and introduced myself. "Can I ask you for a favor? I could really use a second pair of hands up in the attic, and this nice young man ..." I pointed at the boy. "Lucas!" he said. "Lucas here has offered to help me. It's nothing dirty or dangerous, we just have to pull some wires, and if you do that alone they tend to get stuck or knotted up all the times. It's just a big hassle. Doing it together makes it so much easier. So, can I borrow him for a while?" "Uh, I don't know, I'm not sure I can ..." "Remember," I interrupted him, "Boy Scouts are supposed to do a good deed every day." That seemed to convince him and Lucas was excused from the meeting. When the door to the cultural center was closed behind us, the boy flashed me a big grin. He helped me collect some tools, and then I showed him the way up into the attic. Fortunately this was one of the newer buildings with a finished attic, and not a hot dark maze of rafters, filled with fiber glass insulation. I unlocked the door on top of the stairs and locked it again behind us. "Alright," I said, "I doubt that missionary boy has a key to this part of the building. I'll be working at the end of the west side corridor here, so you can have the east side all to yourself. Have fun!" "And you're not trying to spy on me?" Lucas asked. "As much as I would love to see you drop your pants, I promise to stay away." I said. "And it's almost impossible to sneak up on someone up here; there are two fire doors between here and the end of the corridor that make quite a bit of noise when you open or close them." I picked up my tools and a spool of cat5 cable and went to work. Moments later I realized that Lucas was following me. Surprised, I turned around and looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Uh, were you serious about that?" he asked. "I mean that you would like to see me drop my pants?" "Well, I'm pretty sure that you've figured out by now that I'm gay." I said. "And you're cute. So yeah, I certainly would not look away, if you're into showing off." Lucas kept following me until we reached the end of the corridor. I sat down on a sturdy A/C duct and waited for his next move. He looked thoughtful for a moment before a mischievous grin spread over his face. Swaying his hips like a stripper, Lucas slowly unbuckled his belt, popped the button of his shorts and finally pulled the zipper down. When he let them go, his shorts fell down to his ankles, revealing a tight pair of boxer briefs that could not hide his excitement. Fortunately my own hardon was not as obvious in my work jeans. Lucas lifted up his shirt, showing off his flat stomach and the small brown nipples above. Then he turned around and quickly dropped his underwear, wiggling his bubble butt at me. He looked over his shoulder and I gave him two thumbs up. Covering his crotch with both hands, Lucas turned around to face me and, with a flourish, he removed his hands, presenting me with his hard dick. And what a nice dick it was, pointing almost straight up with foreskin still covering half of the head. With his shorts and underwear around his ankles, Lucas shuffled closer to me, though staying out of hand's reach. He grabbed his dick and pulled the foreskin all the way back, then gave it a few slow strokes. His hairless balls were swinging around in their sack, and the dark pubes above were trimmed short. "Wow, you're a lucky guy." I said. "That's a really good looking dick!" "Thanks!" he replied, blushing a little. "Does it feel as nice as it looks?" I asked cheekily. "I'm sure you would love to find out!" he laughed. Lucas moved a few more steps towards me and took his hand away from his dick. I looked at him and he gave me a small nod, so I reached out and tentatively put my hands on his hips, pulling him still closer. His skin felt so soft and smooth as I rubbed my hands in slow circles over his butt cheeks. When I reached for his balls and rolled them in my hand, Lucas moaned silently. Encouraged by that reaction, I wrapped my other hand firmly around his boner and began to stroke it. "Do you want to cum?" I asked and he just nodded. I added, "In my mouth?" "Oh yes, please!" Lucas replied enthusiastically. I pulled his foreskin back again, leaned down and gave the head of his dick a quick lick, making him shiver a little. Then I sucked the whole head into my mouth and circled my tongue around it. Almost immediately I could taste the first drops of precum, which I lapped up eagerly. Holding on to his butt, I took all of Lucas' hard dick into my mouth until his short pubes were tickling my nose. Lucas had to put his hands on my shoulders because his knees were starting to shake; I could tell that he was getting close. I thought about slowing down for a moment to make it last longer, but quickly decided that I really wanted him to cum now. Gently squeezing his balls again, I sucked hard on his sensitive head. It didn't take long before he drew in a deep breath and I felt his balls being pulled up to his body. Lucas moaned again and suddenly my mouth was filled with his sweet boy cum. I swallowed every drop and didn't let go of his dick until it started to go soft in my mouth. Lucas sat down on the A/C duct next to me and just said, "Thank you!" "My pleasure!" I replied, wrapping one arm around him. "Should I ... I mean, do you want me to return the favor?" he asked. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to!" I said and squeezed his shoulder. "Well, uh, actually ... if you would like to fuck me, I wouldn't mind." He smiled at me shyly, but there was a sparkle in his eyes that told me that he really meant it. I didn't know if I had just woken that horny beast within him, or if it had been hiding there all along, but he definitely wasn't quite as innocent as I originally thought. Rummaging through my toolbox, I found the small jar of Vaseline I always kept in there. "Hahaha, always prepared, just like a Boy Scout!" Lucas laughed. "Nah, I need it to pull wires through tight conduits." I replied. "I don't usually get lucky like today when I'm on the job." I stood up and pulled Lucas's shirt over his head while he shrugged off his shorts and underwear. Then he opened my jeans and pulled them down along with my underwear, freeing my throbbing cock. He gave it a few strokes and a couple of licks before he got up and bent over, spreading his legs and holding on to some pipe. I went down on one knee and pulled his butt cheeks apart, getting a good look at his pink hole. He had probably taken a shower before coming to the Scout meeting because it looked and smelled clean. Lucas gasped with surprise when I stuck out my tongue and pressed it against his hole, forcing the tip inside. He got into it pretty quickly though and pushed his butt back into my face. I could feel his muscles relax as I was rimming him, getting him ready to being fucked. Eventually I pulled back and opened the jar of Vaseline. Scooping out a glob of the stuff with my finger, I carefully smeared it all over his hole, then slowly pushed the finger inside. It slid in with little resistance, and when I brushed his prostate Lucas began to moan again. I added a second finger, letting the boy get used to the feeling. When Lucas whispered, "C'mon, put it in!", I knew that he was ready to go. I quickly greased up my dick too and stood behind the boy. Reaching around with one hand to hold his chest, I rubbed my boner through his crack a few times before shoving the head inside. I waited a moment to let Lucas get used to it, but he pushed his butt back right away, almost sucking my dick into his ass. Since he apparently didn't want to go slow, I picked up the pace and fucked him faster. His dick was rock hard again, so I grabbed it with my greasy hand and squeezed it. With the other had I played with his hard little nipple, gently twisting it. We were almost moving in sync now, moving our hips back and forth. What a wild ride it was. Fortunately that pipe Lucas was holding on to was secured tightly, or he might have ripped it off. Suddenly his dick spasmed in my hand and he shot another load on the floor in front of us. His butt muscles clenched while he was cumming, driving me over the edge too, and with a sigh I came deep inside him. After a few more slow thrusts, I pulled my softening dick out of his ass. I kept a fairly clean rag in my toolbox which we used to clean ourselves up a bit before getting dressed again. Lucas was smiling sheepishly all the time, and I couldn't help but do the same. "That was the best Scout meeting ever!" he said as we were walking back to the attic door. "Much more fun than tying knots or something like that." "It sure was!" I agreed. "I'm glad you liked it. You know, if you always meet at the same time, I might have schedule jobs at this Stake Center more often!" The Boy Scout meeting was just ending when we came down the stairs. I spotted the missionary and we went over to him. "Thanks again for letting me borrow Lucas." I told him. "He was doing a great job, we were working together like a well lubed machine!" I gave Lucas a last pat on the butt as he walked out of the church. Then I went back to work, thinking about all the other jobs I might have to do at this building in the future.