Date: Tue, 29 Dec 2015 05:53:59 +0000
From: Pony Boy1984 <ponyboy1984@hotmail.com>
Subject: Midnight Mass

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Midnight Mass

By Pony Boy 1984

Midnight Mass

William pulled up to the stoplight which danced helplessly on the overhead
wire as tremendous gusts of winds whipped down the street. The first
fleeting flakes of snow swirled around his car and disappeared into the
darkness. He flipped on the radio to catch the latest on the coming
blizzard as he waited for the light to change.

"The storm of the year is beginning to accelerate northeastward from the
Texas Panhandle. A shield of heavy snowfall extends well to the north of
the storm center and looks to arrive sooner than expected. Travel is not
recommended after midnight and a parking ban goes into effect at 2 AM."

He resisted turning the car around as his destination loomed ahead of
him. He pushed down on the accelerator and proceeded toward the church
parking lot. He knew most of the neighborhood congregation would make the
mass, but expected lower attendance than normal this holiday. There were
other reasons he felt compelled to chance the inclement weather, but he
pushed those stray thoughts aside as he parked in the space marked
"Cantor."

As he rummaged in the back of the car, he pulled out a packet of song
sheets, hymns and a single gift wrapped in red and gold paper. As he
disappeared into the warm sanctuary of the church, he glanced around the
antechamber at the throng of people. There was someone he was looking for
in particular, but he was forced to shake hands and say hello to the dozens
of parishioners that were gathered there, some admiring the massive 8'
Christmas Tree adorned with hundreds of glittering lights, colorful
ornaments, and presents nestled underneath for the Altar Boys and
Choir. William discreetly placed the gift under the tree, then politely
excused himself as he disappeared into the interior of the church.

He proceeded down the Nave of the church, stopping to genuflect in front of
the altar, before turning to his right. He couldn't help but smile as he
encountered several of the boys entering the Vestry, who greeted him with
polite nods and smiles. William's emerald eyes glanced from left to right
until it settled upon a small blond haired boy that was struggling to
extract himself from an oversized blue parka that was still covered with
snow. As coat fell to the ground, he revealed his flowing crimson Cassock
and white Surplice, which he struggled to straighten out. William looked
around and spotted Deacon Jones, who was talking to a couple of the other
boys. He exchanged a knowing smile with William as he opened his bag and
put on his black Cassock and white Surplice. As the Cantor handed out the
song sheets to the choir boys that had braved the storm, he caught young
Sean's azure eyes. The boy broke out into a disarming grin when he noticed
William, only to suddenly turn away as his face flushed nearly the same
color as his Cassock. William couldn't help but smile as he walked over to
the boy.

"It's good to see you again, Sean."

Sean turned around, flashing his dimples up at the man. "It's good to see
you again Cantor Boroughs."

"I'm so glad you could make it tonight with the storm and all. And again,
thanks for staying and helping me the past few weekends."

"Thanks for taking me out to dinner," Sean replied.

"It was my pleasure, I enjoy spending time with you," William said in a
softer voice.

The smile broadened across Sean's face. He started to reach down to lift
his Cassock upward, quickly aborting the process when Father Reginald
entered the Vestry, already donning his colorful vestments. William notices
Sean's countenance took on a deeper hue of red before he turned away and
straightened his outfit. William thought this was curious behavior, but let
it slide without comment.  There were a few folding tables that were
adorned with dozens of snacks, pies, appetizers, sandwiches, cakes and
deserts along with overflowing bowls of punch and cider. Obviously they had
planned for full attendance but the blizzard had thwarted those
plans. However, most of the boys couldn't resist nibbling at the bounty
before them before the Deacon reminded them that it was intended for
Christmas party after the mass.  Father Reginald cleared his throat and
addressed the assembled group. "I'd like to thank every one of you for
braving the storm tonight. We're going to have to double up on duties
tonight as we're more than a few boys short. William, how is the choir
shaping up?"

"Well, it looks like I'm missing about half my crew this evening but we'll
manage," William assured the priest.

The priest smiled as he looked around the room, taking mental notes before
giving instructions to his Altar Boys. "Sean, you have a great voice. What
do you think William, could you use some vocal assistance this evening?"
Sean struggled to suppress a smile, looking over at William
expectantly. "It would be a pleasure to have him," William replied,
immediately regretting his choice of words which garnered a quick smirk
from the Deacon but otherwise passed unacknowledged.

What do you say Sean? Would you like to lend the choir a hand after the
first reading?" The priest asked.

The boy bit his lower lip as dimples reappeared. "Sure, I would like that,"
he replied breathlessly. William always wondered if Sean sensed his
feelings and for the first time he suspected that the boy did and perhaps
shared his own secret desires. The Cantor shook his head, pushing those
thoughts from his brain, rationalizing that he was misreading the boy's shy
glances and eagerness for the opportunity to be near him.

As the boys prepared for the mass and quietly commiserated with one
another, the priest peered out at the congregation. "Looks like about half
the attendance we'd normally have for this mass, but in God's house the
show must go on," he quipped with a smile. He clapped his hands together to
indicate that everyone should straighten out their outfits and gather the
items for the procession into the church.

William couldn't help but hear the wind and stole a glance outside. The
snow had picked up in intensity even quicker than the radio station
forecasted. Ignoring his concerns about the storm, he joined the procession
that paraded down the length of the Nave, stopping at each of the Stations
of the Cross. He spotted Sean occasionally casting a sidelong glance in his
direction, which prompted him to smile each time. There were times he was
grateful that the bulbous flowing Cassock hid his extremities because
Sean's sweet smiles were prompting a swelling erection.

Unfortunately for those that had to drive a distance to the church, the
Midnight Christmas Mass is a protracted affair that takes nearly double the
time of the normal mass. While the priest made an effort to keep things
moving, eventually the howling of the wind could be heard during the brief
instances of quiet between the homilies, readings, and songs.

Sean proved himself to be capable on the choir, his beautiful high-pitched
adolescent voice brought smiles to the congregation even though he lagged
slightly behind the other choir members since he'd not rehearsed the songs
previously.  The congregation itself paid little heed to the storm swirling
around the church until the chandeliers swayed overhead and the lights
flickered.

"Don't worry ladies and gentlemen, our standby generator will kick in as
needed," the priest advised between songs.

Sean returned to his altar duties in time to assist with Communion but
returned to the choir for the final songs. Some of the congregation had
already discreetly left the church after receiving Communion, thinning the
crowd noticeably. A few parents awaited their sons in the back of the
church, donning snow covered jackets. The priest took the hint and began
reading faster, concluding the mass after another 15 minutes. As the
procession headed back into the Vestry, some of the boys immediately
scrambled for their jackets, while others checked their cellphones. The
boys that lived in the neighborhood drifted over to the tables and began
partaking of food and drink the church had furnished.

"For those that understandably need to leave, don't forget the gifts under
the tree. We'll have a little post-Christmas party next weekend for you,
"Father Reginald promised.  "Father, we may have a problem," the Deacon
whispered as he handed the man his cellphone. A news broadcast indicated a
two-inch per hour snowfall rate that was increasingly rapidly and that the
Governor was about to order all roads closed. The boys getting ready to
dash wasted no time in departing, while the neighborhood kids shrugged
since most of them only lived a couple blocks away.  A few of the other
boys looked distressed as they exchanged texts with their parents, some who
lived in the suburbs. As if on cue, the lights flickered and briefly
extinguished before the church's generator rumbled to life. William glanced
out the window and gasped as sheets of white obscured visibility to the
parking lot and not much further.

Father Reginald cleared his throat and addressed the thinning group. "This
storm is clearly much worse than anyone expected. I just want to assure you
that we have unlimited of heat and electricity and plenty of food," he
said, sweeping his hand toward the desert tables. "Please, if you don't
want to chance venturing out on the roads this evening or your parents are
having difficulty getting here, be assured that we got blankets and
anything you need. Besides, if the lights are out all over town, you might
be better off staying here. Christmas is a time to share with family, but
never forget that we are all family in the eyes of God."

Deacon Jones winked at William as the remaining boys anguished over what to
do. A couple of quick phone calls later, some of the boys ended up walking
home with friends who lived nearest the church after having their fill of
snacks and punch. Soon the assembled group had dwindled down to William,
Deacon Jones, Father Reginald and a small group of boys including Sean.

"My mom is stuck in the driveway. She went home to put the presents under
the tree I think, now she can't get here," Sean said, wringing his hands.

"Wow, the Governor just shut down all the roads effective
immediately. Emergency stuff only," one of the other boys said, showing
everyone his cell phone.

Sean looked toward William with anticipation glimmering in his eyes. "Well,
guess I'm not going anywhere. What do you think Richard?" William asked,
looking toward the Deacon.

"I'm thinking we're having ourselves a very special Christmas this year,"
the Deacon replied. He looked to the boys he had been conspiring with
before the mass and gave them a wink, which prompted mischievous grins
between them. Sean broke into an unmistakable smile and his body shuddered
with nervous excitement. He looked toward the desert tables, averting his
eyes from William.

"I am returning to the Rectory for the evening. Tonight, I want you to
consider this as more than The Lord's Sanctuary but rather your home for
the duration of the storm and it may be a long haul. Richard, you'll find
plenty of blankets, pillows, and extra food in the basement," the priest
concluded as he excused himself from the room and disappeared. The
lingering neighborhood boys likewise took their leave at the urging of
their parents, as the snow had become nearly blinding.

Soon, a silence crossed the church except the distant echoes of the last
boys' footfalls and the howling wind outside. Sean wrung his hands
nervously, stealing glances at both men and the other boys. David and
Timothy were the oldest of the boys and considered senior Altar Boys. David
pulled off his Cassock and Surplice, revealing his mesh tank top and
jeans. Timothy followed suit, exchanging a sly grin with David as the
Deacon watched him remove his outfit, revealing he was wearing a black pair
of jeans slung beneath the waistband of his American Eagle bikini
briefs. Richard smiled approvingly at his boys before all three turned
their attention to the younger Ryan, who like Sean was nearly
twelve-years-old. David aided him out of his outfit, revealing a baby-blue
button-up dress shirt and pair of matching slacks.

"Well, you look quite handsome, Ryan," the deacon complimented the boy.

Ryan smiled shyly and looked down at his black dress shoes and shifted his
weight. "Thank you, Sir."

William walked over to Sean and placed his hand on the boy's slender
shoulder, prompting a bright smile. "You did really well out there tonight
Sean. Your mom should be very proud."

The boy beamed proudly for a moment. "Thank you, Mr. Boroughs."

"Now what did I tell you about that before? Please, just call me
Bill. We're off the clock as they say," William said, nudging the boy
playfully. The smile grew on Sean's lips and he couldn't help but notice
the smiles from the Deacon and the young cadre watching him.

"Why don't you take off your Cassock and Surplice, Sean. You must be
roasting," Richard commented.

"Uh, maybe later Deacon," Sean replied, staring into the brownie he
procured from the table.

Deacon Richard Jones cleared his throat and addressed the remaining small
group of individuals. "You heard Father Reginald and at this point no
doubt, you've all heard the news. It looks like we won't be going anywhere
for a while, but not worry. We have days' worth of food and drink, plenty
of heat and electricity and even rechargers for your phones. We're all
friends here so just relax, get comfortable and make the most of it."

David flashed a mischievous grin up Deacon Jones. "Some of us could
probably use something to calm our nerves and help celebrate the holiday."

"I have no earthly idea what you could be referring to David," the man
replied with a wink. He reached into his bag and pulled out a bottle of
Vodka that he poured liberally into the punch. This was followed by a
generous helping of spice rum into the cider bowl.

"Thank you, Rich," David replied as he helped himself to the cider. The
Deacon had ordained two smaller bowls to remain nonalcoholic and pushed
them off to the side, emphasizing those were for "the kids." David's
companion Timothy wasted no time partaking of the spiked punch alongside
the Deacon, and the three toasted and drank deeply.

Ryan, who had been silently orbiting the trio looked at his three
companions, then toward the desert table.  He drifted toward the table,
taking a cupcake and staring at the spiked punch and cider bowl, looking
toward the older boys for affirmation, who poured him a cup of the cider
and handed it to him. He sniffed at it and took a tentative sip and
shrugged his slender shoulders as he could barely detect anything amiss
outside the slight burn down his throat.

"Boys, I think you'll find some gifts under the tree for you," Richard
said.

"Really, all of us?" Sean and Ryan asked in unison.

"Yes, all of you," William assured, grinning over at Richard. The group
left the Vestry, pausing only to genuflect in front of the Altar before
proceeding to the front of the church where the Christmas tree was
located. The Deacon took the time to bar the front door, before kneeling in
front of the three to dig out the gifts for David, Timothy, and Ryan.

David was the first to open his present and gasped when he revealed its
contents. He held the Apple Watch in front of his face, blinking in
disbelief. "Rich, I... I can't..."

Richard held his hand up to silence the boy. "You're heading off to college
next fall, David. You won't have me to remind you of your schedule
anymore," he said. The two stared at one another for a moment, David looked
away to discreetly wipe a tear from his eye. The Deacon pointed at Timothy
and motioned for him to open his gift. Timothy grinned as he peeled the
wrapping paper off the box and opened it up, revealing a gold ring with a
shimmering sapphire.

Timothy held it up to the light, turning it in every direction. "It's
beautiful. I don't even know what to say."

The Deacon pat the boy on the shoulder. "You got your SATs next year,
Timmy. And then, well...you know," he said, becoming misty eyed like boys.

Sean watched the proceedings, trying to understand why the gifts seemed to
be so expensive and why the three of them were so emotional. He looked over
at William, who flashed him a smile but said nothing. The Deacon pointed at
Ryan, who clutched his gift tightly as his slender body shuddered with
excitement. "Well, Ryan, Christmas only comes one a year," the Deacon said
with a wink.

Ryan carefully removed the red ribbon, before tearing the wrapping paper to
reveal a small cardboard box. His hands were shaking when he liberated the
gold crucifix affixed to a gold chain that glittered in the light. He
looked up at Richard and had difficulty mustering any words and could
scarcely breathe. "Why don't you try it on?" David suggested. Ryan
unbuttoned the first two buttons on his dress shirt and put the chain
around his neck while Timothy helped him with the clasp behind his neck.

"There, Ryan. God is always there for you, even when we can't be," Richard
said.

Ryan ran over to the man and threw his arms around him. "Thank you, Rich."

William cleared his throat, tapping Sean on the shoulder. "I think if you
look toward the back, you'll find a box with your name on it."

The Deacon requested that David, Tim and Ryan help him review the supplies
in the basement, affording Sean and William some time alone.

Sean got down on his knees and located the red and gold package displaying
his name prominently. He pulled it out from under the tree, pushing aside
some wayward pine needles. He sat beside William, turning the gift around
in his hands. "It doesn't say who it's from."

Sean looked up at William as if searching his face for an answer. "Why
don't you open it," the man said without responding to the boy's query.

After dissecting the wrapping paper, Sean opened the nondescript white
container and soon a gold chain glittered in the palm of his hand. However,
it wasn't the chain itself that captivated him, but rather the pendant. One
large triangle that was interlocked with a smaller triangle. Inset inside
the larger triangle was a blood-red garnet and inside the smaller triangle
was a tiny, glittering diamond. Except for the sound of distant laughter
coming from the other side of the church, neither spoke a word. After the
long awkward pause, Sean finally looked up into William's eyes. "It's the
most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my whole life! Why didn't you put
your name on it?"

William shifted nervously, looking almost as boyishly anxious as his young
friend. "I wasn't sure...I mean... I didn't know..." the Cantor said,
struggling to find the words that he had so carefully rehearsed in his head
for weeks.  "I love it," Sean interrupted, earnestly looking up at the man
with a mixture of gratitude and confusion.

"Thank you, Sean. What I'm trying to say is...well, I wanted to have a talk
with you, but I chickened out at the last minute. I wanted this to be a
special gift. In the old days, Sean, when someone like me really liked a
special boy, he'd share a very special gift with him. If the boy accepted
the gift, it meant he felt the same way. If he returned it, it meant he
wasn't interested. It doesn't mean they couldn't be friends, but..."
William's voice had wavered slightly and his hands shook.

Sean took a deep breath, taking in the man's words. His mind was jumping
between the interactions between the Deacon, Timothy, and David. They were
always together, since his first mass and there were times he wondered
about what they did together outside the church and at times he felt a
little jealous. And then one day he caught the eye of William, and he
couldn't get the man's smile out of his head. He wanted to be around
William in the same way that the older boys seemed to be part of Richard's
life. And now, it appears that very hope had come to fruition and its
symbol sat in the palm of his hand. Sean struggled to suppress his own
tears now, now understanding why the other boys were so emotional. He no
longer felt so alone in the world.

"I love it and want to keep it. It's wonderful," Sean said.

"I'm just happy to be your friend, Sean. You can keep the gift no matter
how you feel. You don't have to..." William struggled to explain.

The term `special boy' rumbled around his brain as William talked. He
inherently knew this meant something far more than just friendship. This
was something more grown up and would be similar to the Deacon's
relationship with David and Timothy. Everything he had fantasized about was
right there in front of him. He knew William was a little shy, and he would
need to forsake his own shyness to seal the relationship. So, he
interrupted the man. "Bill, I want to be your special boy. I accept your
gift."

William motioned for the boy to sit by his side. Once Sean sat down beside
him, William reached out and ran his fingers through the boy's blonde
hair. "Bill, are David and Timothy... special boys to Richard?" Sean asked
hesitantly.

The man laughed and nodded his head, "You noticed?"

"Why did they seem so sad tonight?" Sean asked

"David got accepted to Princeton University. He'll be heading off to
college next summer. And Timothy is seventeen and plans on trying to get
into Princeton too so he can be with David. That's life, Sean. Boys grow up
and move on with their lives. It's the way of the world and how it should
be. There comes a time in every boy's life that they must become their own
man. It's our job to help our boys find their happiness, strength and path
in life in the time we get to spend together. But, it's never easy to say
goodbye. Does that make any sense to you?"

Sean smiled and nodded, "Yeah, I think so. It sounds beautiful," he
replied, looking back down at their pendant.

"Now, Sean. There is something you should understand. I talk about the old
days, but those days are sadly long gone," William said, placing his hand
on the boy's knee.

Sean looked up and smiled. He was naive, but not stupid. "I won't tell
anyone."

William placed his finger under Sean's chin and lifted up his face. He
leaned inward and kissed Sean on his luscious pink lips and held it there
for a moment. Sean sighed and leaned into the man, closing his eyes,
savoring the moment. "It's more than that, Sean. People just don't
understand anymore. There are so much hate and fear. Listen, Sean. I love
you, and I don't ever want you to feel afraid or uncomfortable when you're
with me."

Before replying, Sean leaned up and kissed William. "I'm not afraid and I
don't care what anyone else thinks. I love you too."

William rubbed the boy's shoulders. "I just want you to be happy, Sean. I
want to be there for you, whenever you need me. No strings attached. Now,
why don't you take that off so I can see how the necklace looks on you?"
Sean's face flushed crimson, his sea-blue eyes suddenly darting to the
church door. He swallowed hard and cleared his throat. "Uh, well, I would
but...I kind of did something stupid."

William laughed and patted Sean's leg, sliding his hand a bit closer to his
thigh. Sean turned an even deeper red but turned back toward the man with a
dopey grin. "Why not? You wearing an ugly sweater or something?"  "Well,
see there was something I was hoping you'd see. Because, I was too chicken
to talk to you," Sean struggled to explain.

"Show me what?" William asked, looking genuinely confused.

Sean reached down and wrapped his hand around his Cassock and began hiking
it upward as he attempted earlier in the evening. William's eyes widened as
his young friend revealed his smooth legs and thighs without the hint of
either pants or even underwear. William couldn't help but place his hand on
the boy's bare leg, feeling the creamy flesh as he guided his hand under
the Cassock until reaching his waist. "You came naked? What we're you
thinking?" an astonished William gasped.

"I guess I was hoping to show you that I had nothing on during the party
and maybe you'd want to spend more time with me," Sean said, locking his
eyes on William's emerald eyes.

"I hope you understand now that you never needed to do anything like that
to make me want to spend time with you."

Sean nodded, "I know, but..."

William stood up, taking the boy by his hand and leading him to the center
of the room in front of the Christmas tree. "I would like to see you
wearing that pendant, Sean. Would you like to show it to me?"

Sean swallowed hard, as his boyhood became painfully erect at the prospect
of modeling for William. It was everything he thought about at night in his
room, but there was just one problem. "What about the others?"

William looked out through the church and shrugged, "What about them? Do
you think they wouldn't like to see you naked? Remember what I said about
the old days. They may be gone out there," William explained, pointing
toward the Church door. "But in here, trapped in this blizzard. We can
relive those days and not be ashamed or embarrassed about who we are and
what we love. I've entertained David and Timothy from time to time, even
though their Richard' boys. We are something of a family and this may be
one of the only times we can truly be ourselves. It's up to you Sean, I'll
never ask you to do something you don't want to."

Sean felt just a twinge of jealousy at the thought that William had spent
time with the other boys, but he was starting to comprehend the
complexities of the situation. He was so thrilled to have William in his
life now, that there was nothing he wouldn't do. Instead of replying, he
just smiled and pulled off his Cassock and Surplice, letting them drop to
his feet. He put the chain around his neck, allowing William to help assist
setting the clasp behind his neck. He spread his legs a little and put his
hands behind is back to give William the best view of his perfectly smooth,
lithe body. He was a bit embarrassed by nakedness and his hairless three
and half-inch cock standing at attention.

William stepped to the boy, running his hand over his chest and thighs
before leaning in to kiss Sean on the lips. "You are so beautiful, Sean. It
looks great on you," he says, taking the pendant into his hand.  "The big
triangle is you, and the little triangle is me, isn't it?" Sean observed.

William grinned, "That's right, and the gems are our birthstones. We are
now a part of each other's lives, interlocked," he explained, linking his
fingers together to demonstrate.

"I love it and I want to be yours," Sean said earnestly, fondling the
pendant with his fingers.

William kneeled in front of Sean, his hot, moist breath blowing across the
boy's erect cock. Sean gasped as the man's tongue tasted the tip of
boyhood, as the man's strong hands clasped his skinny thighs. All Sean
could do was moan with his sweet, high-pitched voice in ecstasy as
William's lips are soon pressed against his hairless crotch. The man's
hands slid to the boy's bubble butt, which he massaged as he slathered his
tongue along the boy's cock, stopping only to take his small balls into his
mouth. He used his hands to turn the Sean toward the door, using his
fingers to pry Sean's cheeks apart, exposing his rosebud. William wasted no
time pressing his tongue into his boy hole, causing Sean to gasp in
surprise, moaning loudly as he felt the hot, wet tongue press deep inside
him. Sean became aware of the sound of laughter growing louder, along with
footfalls coming up the basement stairs in the distance. His body
stiffened, and though William could hear it as well, he continued to probe
the boy's ass with his tongue.

"They're coming," Sean said a little nervously.

William turned him back around and sucked on his cock for another moment,
before looking up at the boy and smiling. "Good, it's time we all got to
know one another and enjoy this opportunity we've been given, don't you
think?"

Sean bit his lower lip and nodded his head. The concept was exciting and he
knew William would protect him. He didn't need to be ashamed anymore about
his feelings and desires. The only thing he wasn't sure about was Ryan. He
figured that would all sort itself out. "Yes, it's time," he replied with a
hint of pride and wonder.

William put his arm around Sean and led him back into the church as the
others emerged from around the corner.

David and Timothy had spotted Sean first and broke into grins, nodding
approvingly. Richard was right behind them and smiled at the pair without
commenting. Ryan was struggling with a half a dozen pillows and struggled
to see anything, but when he caught a glimpse of Sean, he gasped out loud
and froze in shock. "Come on Ryan," the Deacon laughed as the group
disappeared into the Vestry carrying their bounty of bedding, blankets, and
pillows.  By the time William and Sean arrived, the older boys had already
shed their shirts and we're reaching for another round of spiked
drinks. Sean couldn't help but notice how attractive the older teens were
with well-developed abdominal muscles, making their stomachs nice and
flat. Both boys' chests were hairless except for a touch of hair under
their arms, and David had a small trail that led down from his belly
button. William gave Sean a gentle push toward the desert table without
saying anything. Sean took a deep breath and casually walked over to the
table to help himself to the cupcakes. David placed his hand on his
shoulder, prompting his now semi-flaccid cock to immediately stiffen at the
older boy's touch, especially as his hand drifted down the length of his
back, stopping to rub his ass. "Want something to drink, Sean?" he asked.

Sean looked back at William, who gave a small shrug. This was his call
alone apparently, so he nodded his head and said, "some punch please"
gesturing toward the large spiked punch bowl. Timothy gave the bowl a good
stir, before filling a clear plastic cup with the red liquid. Sean wanted
to show everyone that he wasn't a little kid and was ready for whatever
might happen. He noticed a slight burning sensation as he swallowed the
punch, but it didn't bother him too much as he licked up the frosting from
the chocolate cupcake.

"You should open your present now, Rich!" David said as he placed a red bow
on Ryan's head.

The Deacon crossed his arms and gave the two teens a somewhat stern
look. "Boys..." he warned.

David and Timothy kneeled down beside Ryan and whispered into his ear
though Sean could discern the words. "Do you want to be his present?"
Timothy spoke into his left ear. Ryan didn't immediately respond, but his
face flushed as the smile grew on his lips.

"You'll be his special boy now, Ryan. Would you like that?" David whispered
as Ryan nodded his head in affirmation. He could see Ryan's gray eyes look
up at Richard with a great deal of warmth and perhaps need. He knew Ryan
was probably feeling the same way he was feeling just a couple hours
earlier. A forbidden fruit so close and yet unable to grasp it without a
little encouragement. The two teens stood up, as David undid the buttons on
Ryan's shirt while Timothy unbuttoned his slacks and let them slip to the
floor. David removed the boy's shirt with a flourish and together, their
fingers clawed at the boy's tighty-whiteys until they were resting around
his ankles. Like Sean, Ryan's little three-inch cock had revealed his
excitement and desire, as he stepped out of his discarded clothing with the
aid of his older friends, presenting him in front of Richard like an
ancient Greek rite of passage.

Sean marveled over Ryan's perfect ass and grinned sheepishly at William,
who winked and motioned him to come step back to watch. "Are you my special
boy, Ryan?" The Deacon asked, placing his hands on Ryan's bony shoulder
blades.

Ryan nodded eagerly, "Yes, I am." Much as William had done just a short
while ago, the Deacon knelt in front of Ryan, showering his smooth body
with kisses before taking his three-inch boyhood into his mouth, prompting
sweet moans. As this went on, David and Timothy shed the remainder of their
clothing, much to the delight of both Sean and William.

William stood up and began removing his own clothing. Like Ryan, he had
been wearing a proper button-up dress shirt which he removed. He stopped
there and motioned to Sean, pointing to the leather belt. Sean got the idea
immediately and released the belt, before unbuttoning the man's navy blue
slacks and pulling them down to the ground. He had already noticed the lump
in the man's pants but was amazed by the extent of the protrusion in his
boxers. Sean's eyes widened when the man's seven-inch cock was liberated
after carefully pulling the waistband over his cock and letting them fall
to the floor with his slacks.

At this point, the room disappeared to Sean, as he drank in the man's naked
body. It was everything he dreamed about and more. He reached out and
wrapped his fingers around William's cock and felt it, marveling over the
throbbing and girth. He sank down to his knees in front of the man,
reaching out with his tongue. There was already a bead of precum at the tip
of William's cock, which he tasted. Sean couldn't help but let a moan
escape his lips as he took the tip into the mouth. It just felt so natural,
so perfect.

As William's shaft disappeared into his mouth, his teeth scraped against
the man's thick, swelling shaft. This prompted a pained grunt mixed with
pleasure. "Watch your teeth, Sean," he instructed. Sean thought how it felt
when William sucked his cock, so he did his best to emulate the
technique. He utilized his soft lips and slippery, hot tongue while keeping
his mouth wide open to accept the hot, fleshy pole that left a trail of
precum on his eager tongue. Sean continued to moan, so excited to be
sucking his first cock, reluctantly releasing it a moment later. Just as
William had done earlier, Sean used his hands to turn the man around,
spreading his ass cheeks apart and committing himself to pushing his small,
wet tongue into the man's hole. He was hesitant about this action, but he
thought about how much pleasure it had given him, so returned the
favor. His tongue disappeared inside the hole, and the intense moan of
pleasure that escaped William's lips prompted Sean to push deeper until his
small nose was pressed between the man's crack. Together they moaned, their
voices mingling with Ryan's warbling voice as David and Timothy made out,
watching the others.

After a few moments, William stood Sean up before he sat the boy down in
his lap. His large cock protruded between Sean's legs, pressed up against
his balls. Now it was Ryan's turn to drop to his knees as Richard undressed
in front of him. Ryan had been watching and listening to Sean and William
and emulated everything he had witnessed and experienced firsthand to the
approving moans and compliments of Richard, that gently stroked the boy's
soft black hair. Sean sipped his spiked punch, leaning back against William
and sighing contently as the man massaged both of their cocks slowly in
unison.

Richard stopped Ryan and ordered everyone to pile the pillows and blankets
on the floor of the Vestry, forming a large, soft circle that they could
all pile into. Every member of the group could feel the heat and softness
of flesh all around them, and the Deacon encouraged everyone to be leaning
against one another in a rough circle so each could look the other in the
eyes. "Well, David, was this the Christmas you expected?" Richard asked.

David laughed and shook his head. "No Rich, but it's the best I could have
hoped for. Especially where..." The boy's voice trailed off.

"You know I'll always be there when you need me. You know that don't you?"
Richard said, lowering his tone.

David smiled, struggling not to cry. "I know. I always knew that. It just
seems to strange that..."

"Time flies?" Richard replied.

The boy nodded, wiping his eyes. "The last six years were the best..."

Richard leaned over and kissed David on the lips.  "For all three of us, I
think?"

Timothy chimed in, "Damn right!"

"Why don't you tell everyone how we...met?" Richard said, leaning back
sipping his cider.

For the first time, David's countenance flushed. He bashfully looked down
at his drink before looking the others. "I was like ten years old when we
moved into town. Dad liked to use mom and me as a punching bag and I felt
like I had no escape. Mom finally had enough one day and had him
arrested. She had to work extra hours and I just felt alone. I'd look
across the yard and see Rich looking over at me. I went over at once and he
offered me a few bucks to help him in the yard. I guess I liked being
around him and wished he'd let me come over more. I don't know what got
into my head but this one morning after mom left for work, I went over to
his house wearing this red speedo I had and offered to help him wash his
car. Man, I thought his jaw would hit the pavement."

"You're lucky I didn't just drag you into the basement and tie you up,"
Richard teased.

"Nah, that was the following weekend as I recall," David replied, ducking
as the Deacon reached out to cuff his floppy dirty blonde hair.

"Yeah, you loved it, though," Richard replied.

David blushed again and nodded, "Hell yeah I did. Anyways, after washing
the car, he invited me inside the house for some soda. He put his hand on
my knee and slid it up a bit. Man, I popped a boner in record time and in
that skimpy speedo there was no hiding it. He ran his hand right up my
thigh and looked me in the eye. I just leaned back and smiled and the next
thing I know; his hand was pulling down my speedo. That's when I knew he
was finally mine."

Sean thought David's wording was interesting and prompted a smile. William,
reading the boy's thoughts, nudged him. "Apparently you're not the only one
with such diabolical plans, isn't that right Sean? Why don't you tell
everyone what you wore to church tonight?"

The boy's head slumped as he sighed, but soon his dimples deepened as he
looked up at the others. "I didn't wear anything at all. I came naked under
my Cassock and Surplice."

"Dude, what were you thinking? It's like ten degrees out!" Timothy said.

"Well, I wasn't planning on playing in the snow!" Sean said a little
defensively.

"What we're you going to do?" Ryan asked, unable to contain his curiosity.

Sean started blushing again but looked into Ryan's eyes. "I figured when
nobody else was looking, I'd get in front of Bill and sort of find an
excuse to lift up my Cassock so he could see my body."

"So he could bring you down into the church basement and ravage you on the
spot?" Richard asked.

"Well, yeah..." Sean admitted matter-of-factly.

"You didn't tell me that part, Sean," William said, rubbing the boy's
shoulders.

"What would you have been doing if you weren't here?" Richard asked of
Sean.

"Well, mom and I each open one present on Christmas Eve. Then I'd head to
bed and we'd get up around 8 AM and open our gifts, then mom would cook us
breakfast."

"How long has it been just you and your mom?" David asked.

Sean shrugged, "It's been like that almost as long as I can remember. Since
I was like five, I guess. Mom never actually said what happened, I guess he
just split one day and he left us alone. She has to work all the time
so..." For the first time of the evening, that aching loneliness crept back
into Sean's consciousness.

Sensing the boy's feelings, William took Sean into his arms and hugged him
tightly. "You are not alone anymore Sean. And for some reason, I'm out of
town or whatever, you can go to Richard." Sean smiled, kissing William on
the lips and leaning against him.

David nudged Tim, prompting him to speak. "I got both my parents and their
alright, I guess. It's just they're both wicked homophobic and I knew I
liked guys since I was like eight years old. But, I didn't have anyone to
talk to about it except on the internet. I was already friends with David
when I met Rich and we just sort of hit it off. Rich was the one person I
could tell everything to, stuff I couldn't even tell David. But when I got
a little older, something changed." Tim paused and looked over at David,
prompting the pair to share a tender kiss. "I thought I'd always be alone,
but instead fell in love with two guys."

Richard pulled over and kissed Timothy, rubbing his chestnut brown hair and
giving him a playful grope before leaning back. "I am the luckiest man on
the planet, to have two boys like you in my life for so long. You are all
the greatest gift any man could hope to be given." David and Tim both
smiled bashfully, getting up to hug The Deacon and kiss his face.

"Alright, how about the little rapscallion over there?" Richard said, point
toward Ryan.

Ryan smiled innocently, but his downturned eyes and bright red faced
betrayed a more mischievous story. However, he was in the process of
finishing his second drink and appeared to be feeling no pain or fear by
this point. He looked up at the others and grinned wickedly. "Well, see a
few weeks ago I saw Dave and Rich sneaking off into the basement together,
so I followed them down and hid. I saw them making out and fooling around."

"What Ryan didn't know was that I could see him in the old Vestry mirror
that was down there. I thought we were screwed until I saw his hand go down
his pants while he watched," David teased.

Ryan blushed even further, then recounted how he next followed Timothy and
David down into the basement the following week. "They were way at the far
end of the basement where like almost never anyone goes. They were making
out and stuff, then one of them got up and disappeared. I didn't know that
they had heard me come down the stairs and set up a trap!"

Timothy laughed, "The look on your face when David caught you!"

"So, what happened then?" Sean asked with keen interest.

"Well, David said that they could keep a secret if I could keep a
secret. So they had me sit down in front of them while they took off their
clothes and sucked each other off while I watched. "

"And...what did you do while watching?" Timothy teased the boy.

"Uh, I couldn't help it. I pulled down my pants and started jerking off. It
wasn't my fault!" He said, giggling so hard that he began to hiccup.

"So, he asked about Rich and we told him that he was our friend and that
taught us all about sex. I told him that we'd be moving away next year and
that Rich would need a new boy, and all he had to do was just say yes,"
David said, messing up Ryan's hair.

Richard reached into his bag and tossed William a bottle containing a
vicious fluid, as the boys refilled everyone's drinks. "What's that?" Sean
asked curiously as William popped open the bottle.

"This is lubrication. It's very important to what we're going to do
next. Here, get on your hands and knees," William instructed, directing the
boy right into the middle of the circle for all to see. He slathered the
lube on two fingers and began massaging Sean's hole. The boy looked back at
William, tensing a little as he immediately deduced the man's intentions. A
moan escaped his lips as a single finger probed into him, sliding back and
forth. He winced a little when the second finger made its way past his
tight sphincter. "Just relax, take deep breaths and don't tense up,"
William said softly. Within a few moments, Sean had adjusted to the second
finger and found that he was instinctively pushing his ass back onto
William's fingers. He looked back when he felt the hot, slippery tip of the
man's cock slipping between his firm ass cheeks.

Despite the temptation to hilt into Sean, William restrained himself and
only teased the tip of his cock just past Sean's sphincter until the boy
stopped tensing in pain. He made slight strokes while massaging his
thighs. When Sean looked back at William, he began sliding his cock in more
firmly until his balls were crushed against the boy's smooth ass. He held
there for a moment before starting a slow, but deliberate piston motion.

"Do you like this, Sean?" William asked.

Sean nodded his head, his slender body shuddering in pleasure mixed with
slight twinges of pain that only seemed to heighten the excitement and
euphoria of William taking his virginity. Those long, slow strokes
gradually increased in intensity, until Sean felt the back end of his body
occasionally leaving the ground. He was stroking his own cock with an
increasing pace, as William only slowed just long enough to give his ass a
playful slap periodically. "You ready to cum?" William asked, panting for
breath as beads of sweat rolled down his smooth chest.

"Yes!" Sean gasped, his hole quivering around William's shaft. Sean's body
shuddered as his muscles seized and his hairless cock began spurting. These
sensations were intensified when William rammed his seven-inches to the
hilt and began shooting jets of hot cum deep inside him. Sean moaned "Oh my
God, yes!" as he felt himself filled, before collapsing to the blanket
gasping for breath. William rolled the eleven-year-old blonde onto his back
and climbed on top of him, putting his tongue into the boy's mouth.

Next it was Ryan's turn to give his virginity to the Deacon, who left the
boy moaning, panting and grunting as their two naked bodies became as
one. David and Timothy couldn't stand watching anymore, and rolled into a
sixty- nine position with both teens eagerly sucking and slurping on one
another. Although, their eyes never left Ryan's deflowering and Sean found
himself hardening once again at the carnal display.

A silence had settled over the group, with the three pairs cuddling tightly
and dozing on the pillows. The only sounds were occasional kissing,
punctuated by the wild winds that periodically shook the building as the
evening wore on. All six surrendered to slumber for some hours, awakening
Christmas morning to the sound of hurricane force winds battering the town
around them.

"Holy crap, we already got 18 inches of snow and they're saying, at least,
another 12 inches is coming!" Timothy said, glancing at his cellphone. All
the boys checked in with their parents, assuring them they were safe and
well fed. Nobody could find a window that wasn't caked with snow until
Richard unlocked the side door leading into the churchyard. Everyone took
turns peering out into the blinding snow, with massive drifts already
building even across the streets.

"Looks like they gave up plowing," William said, pointing through the
curtains of white that occasionally revealed the distant street.

"Dad said that the electricity is out across like a third of the town and
that the storm was stalling," Ryan said.

"I guess we're not going anywhere soon," Sean said, exchanging texts with
his mom.

"Are you disappointed?" William asked, massaging his shoulders.

Sean grinned, "No way!"

"Me either!" Ryan added.

The group gorged themselves on the deserts and snacks, taking additional
shots of punch and cider to wash it down. "Well, since Ryan and Sean seemed
to have such a keen interest in the basement, maybe it's time for the next
big lesson William?" Richard said.

William looked down at Sean, trying to read the boy's facial
expressions. Sean beamed excitedly at the prospect though his slender body
shuddered. Richard opened the closet and pulled out several of Father
Reginald's vestments in the form of several stoles and velvet chords that
Sean knew was called cinctures. The men shepherded the boys into the
basement which was filled with older pews, folding tables, long discarded
tarnished incense containers, candle holders, and items from the church
faire. The items were arranged between large square columns that gave the
basement a labyrinthine appearance. The boys were led to a spot near the
back where several columns were interconnected by metal rods that likely
once held banner or props.

Sean and Ryan were led between the columns where a solitary spotlight
illuminated their bare bodies. "Do you trust me, Sean?" William asked.

"Yes, of course."

"Get on your knees and raise your hands over your head, " William
instructed.

Sean sank down to his knees and raised his hands, searching everyone's face
for some hint of what was about to happen. Richard tied one of the
cinctures around Sean's left wrist, forcing his arm into the air as he
wrapped the velvet cord around the metal bar overhead. He performed the
same action on the boy's right wrist, keeping his arms spread far
apart. Richard next knelt down and forced his legs apart, tying the chords
around each ankle and wrapping the opposite end around hooks on the columns
on either side of the boy. He finished by tying one of the gold and white
sash's around his eyes as a blindfold, tying it behind his head.

"Do you remember what I told you last night after you accepted the gift?"
William asked.

Sean drew a deep breath as his cock stiffened.  "About us all being a
family?"

"Yes, and what else Sean?" William asked.

"That the family...shares?" the boy responded.

"That's right, Sean. Do you have something you'd like to share?"

Sean nodded his head, "My body."

Richard began lubing up a finger, which he pushed deep inside Sean. Soon
the boy felt a cock being pressed against lips. He couldn't tell whose,
except as it sank into his mouth he felt it wasn't as large as William, so
it was one of the others. Soon the slippery, hot tip of a cock was poking
at his boy hole, causing him to moan in excitement. He felt hands feeling
his smooth flesh and occasionally two fingers would pinch one of his little
nipples as both of his holes were impaled with hot, throbbing cocks. Sean
couldn't put the sensations into words that his young body was
experiencing. He was helpless, surrounded and pierced by eager cocks and
the feelings left him nearly delirious with pleasure and excitement. Any
brief sting posed by the cock thrusting into his ass, the slaps on his
buttocks or pinches on his nipples only heightened the intensity of his
euphoria as he sucked and slurped. He could tell from the deeper baritone
sounds behind him that it was Richard that was fucking him, and vaguely
recognized David's voice in front of him. The Deacon has ejaculated inside
him first, pulling out to spray his ass with cum. David followed suit,
sending the first spurt down his throat before the teen pulled out to paint
his face with hot teen cum.

Richard stood up and walked in front of Sean and pressed his cock against
the boy's lips. "Clean up your mess, Sean." The boy obediently licked and
sucked until the man withdrew.

"Did you like sucking cock?" William asked.

"Yes!" Sean nodded.

"You like doing what?" Richard challenged.

"I like sucking cock!"

"What else do you like, Sean?" William asked.

"I like getting fucked, too," Sean admitted.

Timothy took position behind Sean, this time, smearing his fingers on the
oil and cum that was splattered across Sean's bare ass, using it to grease
his teen cock. William pressed his cock into Sean's lips and pushed forward
until Sean opened wide and took it all the way into his mouth until the
man's pubic hair was tickling his nose, and the tip of his cock was teasing
the back of his throat. The teen quickly slid his five-inch cock into Sean
and immediately hilted it, grinding his hips into Sean while kissing and
nipping the back of his neck. Sean could only moan, grunt and occasionally
gag as half a dozen hands squeezed his small, hairless sack, pinched,
slapped and massaged him as two cocks glided in and out of his holes. He
licked and sucked William eagerly, until he felt the teen shoot intensely
inside him, before pulling out to coat his back while William likewise
covered his mouth and face with his hot semen.

Like Richard, Tim had walked around to the front to have his cock licked
clean. William ordered him to open his mouth wide. William placed the top
of his cock against his lower lip and held it there. Sean tasted a squirt
of a saltier fluid. He couldn't help himself, unable to touch himself, he
was wracked with intense lust that was compounded by the knowledge that his
new family that was surrounding him. He leaned forward and closed his lips
around William's cock and swallowed until he pulled out and sprayed his
face and chest.

Richard removed the blindfold and restraints from his wrists. Sean wished
the game could have lasted longer, but Richard assured him there was much
more in store. After a brief break to allow everyone to recharge, it was
Ryan's turn and the youngster trembled in anticipation as his arms and legs
were restrained in the exact same manner as Sean. Once he was blindfolded,
Richard asked him the same questions that William had asked and received
the same eager responses.

William and Richard went first, with the Deacon taking his mouth and the
Cantor plowing the boy's ass with increasing intensity until both adults
ejaculated and went through the same ritual they did with Sean. Meanwhile,
the others including Sean all used their hands to touch, feel, pinch and
slap Ryan's beautiful body.

William whispered into Sean's ear, "Do you want to cum?" Sean nodded his
head eagerly, after servicing the group his balls felt ready to explode.
Richard motion for Sean to take a position behind Ryan and like Timothy had
done with him earlier, he greased his little cock and immediately hilted it
inside Ryan. Sean never felt anything so amazing in his young life. While
William's mouth on his cock was wonderful, the hot, velvety interior of
Ryan's tight ass was pure bliss. He couldn't help but rabbit fuck the boy
with short, hard thrusts that strained the boy's limbs against the
restraints. Ryan's mouth was stuffed with David's teen cock and all he
could do was grunt and moan frantically. Sean exploded inside him, quickly
standing to coat his back. After a moment's wait, he ordered Ryan to clean
him off before letting a stream squirt into his mouth and down his
chest. Ryan swallowed and moaned, taking to hump the air so desperate to
cum. After he had been released, Sean was encouraged to kneel in front of
Ryan and suck his cock until the boy shook violently and shot into his
mouth. Ryan collapsed on to Sean, who held him tightly and kissed him while
the others looked on.

Ryan and Sean were led to a small utility shower in the corner of the
basement to wash themselves off before returning to the Vestry for lunch
then a little nap. Everyone awoke together, quickly refueling their stamina
on finger sandwiches, sweet cupcakes and, of course, more spiced
cider. Richard had laid beside William so the pair could converse while the
boys engaged in horseplay around the table until William cleared his
throat.  Sean had procured the bottle of lube and crawled on top of William
wearing nothing but a seductive grin. Ryan noticed that Sean was pouring
the lube into the palm of his hand before slathering it generously on
William's stiffened cock. "A little goes a long way, Sean," Richard said
with a chuckle. Sean was tempted to point out he was a bit sore but didn't
want to ruin the moment as he wrapped his fingers around William's cock and
rubbed the head on his own hole.

Ryan crawled on top of Richard after Sean handed him the bottle. Soon both
boys were moaning as their respective adult lover's cocks sank inch-by-inch
into their tight, smooth asses. Both men reached out with their hands and
clasped the thighs on their young lovers tightly, thrusting upward into
them in unison. After a moment, Timothy and David decided to join in the
fun by standing over the chests of each man, offering their hard teenage
cocks to the younger boys. Ryan and Sean opened their mouths and welcomed
the fleshy poles sliding toward their throat with a happy moan and slurping
sounds as each boy eagerly swirled their tongues around while using their
knees to lift themselves up and down.

David and Timothy turned to one another and began French kissing as their
younger companions pleasured themselves and their older lovers with both of
their tight, soft boy holes. William and Richard reached out to the teens
and inserted a pair of fingers past their rosebuds, heightening their
pleasure and prompting them to fuck Sean and Ryan's wet, hot mouths harder.

The sound of moaning, grunting, slurping and the slapping of naked flesh
echoed around the Vestry as William pushed harder into Sean, with Richard
following suit on Ryan. It wouldn't be long before the teens ejaculated
down the throat of each boy, pulling out to cover their sweet, flushed
faces once again. This was followed by the men erupting with jets of hot
semen that they thrust deeply into their own boy. The men finished off Sean
and Ryan by drawing them forward with their hands to suck their cocks,
while Sean turned and French kissed Ryan until both boys stiffened and
climaxed, crying out in joyful orgasm.

Sean curled up beside William, resting his head on the man's chest and
listening to his heartbeat.

"Are you happy, Sean?" William asked.

"Happiest I've ever been. I wish this would never end."

William stroked the boy's face gently, "Are you alright with everything
we've done?"

Sean signed, "Yes, everything. All of it, honest!"

The Cantor kissed the boy and embraced him. "Sadly, nothing lasts forever,
but remember, Sean, that anticipation makes life worth living. We'll have
some weekends, the summer and vacations together. In the meantime, we need
to live our lives. I bet your mom misses you."

Sean nodded, "Yeah and she's probably worried too."

"That's right and remember, you've got some presents waiting for you too!"
William teased.

Sean reached for the pendant around his neck, "I already got the best
present, though. I got to be with you."

William drew the boy tighter against his body, "You're the best present any
man could hope for, Sean. I love you."

Sean crawled up on him and kissed his lips, "I love you too, Bill. Merry
Christmas."

"Merry Christmas my special boy," the Cantor replied. And the two cuddled
one another as the storm continued to rage outside, oblivious to anything
outside the comfort and joy they gave one another.

The End