Date: Sun, 16 May 2010 14:48:46 +0100 From: Robbie Robot Subject: SEAMUS SERVES PART ONE Seamus Serves - Part One Copyright Van T Z Boi 2010 (The usual disclaimers apply, this is fantasy please keep your life real) "Careful Seamus," whispered Father Strand, "don't spill the wine," Seamus concentrated his mind on what Father Strand had said and very carefully he lifted the water and the wine and carried it to the altar. "Well done," Father Strand said and rubbed him slightly on his shoulder, "I think you have the making of a fine altar server." Seamus grinned he'd been watching very carefully during his training period and was proud that the priest was pleased with him. His older brothers who were already practised servers watched as he went through his paces, nodding as he did everything correctly. "I think you're ready to serve a Mass on your own," said Father Strand. Seamus beamed even more proudly noticing the approval in his brothers' eyes. His mother standing at the back of the presbytery watching and listening made a silent prayer as her second youngest son reached this important milestone, all her boys had been brought up properly to do their part for the church and serving mass was part of her family's tradition. "Now let me see," smiled Father Strand consulting his altar server rota, "Ah, I see Monday morning six o clock mass is free. Father Jerome has had to serve on his own for a month now, I think that will be ideal for our new beginner. How does that sound to you Seamus." 'Six in the morning' Seamus thought, it meant he'd have to get up at five, get himself washed and dressed and bike over to the church on his own, he did not have a bike of his own, the four brothers shared their mothers rackety old bike, at seven years of age it was still to big for him to sit on, he had to ride standing on the pedals all the whole journey. He knew however he could not refuse his mother would make his life hell if he even looked disappointed. "Sure Father that will be fine," Seamus said, after all his brothers all served an early mass he was used to being woken up early by whoever got up to serve their mass. Monday morning his mother shook him awake. "Come on Seamus," she whispered, "you can't be late for your first Mass as an altar boy." Grudgingly Seamus woke up slowly as he went through the motions of getting washed, then dressed, he had to fast as he was serving mass so he would not get breakfast until he returned home. The cold water he washed in served to really wake him up, it felt icy cold and when he opened the back door he realised why, it was raining outside. 'Good old Irish weather' he thought gloomily as he climbed on the bike's pedals, like all his brothers he was barefoot, shoes were expensive items for growing children and Seamus was used to going barefoot as did most of the children. 'what you never have, you never miss' was one of his mother's favourite sayings. He slung the sack they used as a protective cover across his head and shoulders, coats were also an expensive luxury and he pedalled towards the church, the rain soaking into his thin frame. By the time he got to the church he was wet through, but then he was used to that and it did not bother him at all. It was when he turned into the churchyard that disaster struck, he rode into a new pothole hidden by the driving rain and filled with muddy water. Shaken and unsteady by the sudden movement of the bike, he fell off still desperately trying to control the shaking machine right into a huge muddy puddle. Groaning more with shock than pain he got to his feet, he was even more soaked only this time it was with filthy muddy dirty water and the foul water streaked down his clothes and legs, the mucky water pooling round his bare feet. Carefully he squelched his way to the side door and parked his bike by the railings. Father Jerome was setting out his vestments in the presbytery when he entered. "Goodness boy," the older priest said, "your filthy, what the devil's happened?" Seamus explained. "You can't serve mass like that," father Jerome, "there's no way I can let you stand on the altar in God's church dripping filthy muddy water everywhere, the Ladies Union who do the cleaning will have a fit." "Sorry Father," mumbled Seamus, "I'll go home then I should be okay for next Monday morning, I'll be more careful." "Not at all," insisted Father Jerome himself fed up with serving the early Mass on his own, " now you're here you can serve, we just need to do something about the mud and water. Stand by the door on the mat for a moment whilst I think." Seamus stood on the mat he felt cold but was not at the shivering point yet. Father Jerome disappeared and then returned with a large basin and a clean cloth. He put the basin down in front of Seamus and placed the cloth over his shoulder. "Come I'll help you wash the worst off, we need to hurry as mass will need to start soon. You can hang your clothes in the porch, they may have dried off enough by the time mass is ended, we'll have to see," instructed the priest and he tugged at Seamus's jumper and shirt pulling the sodden clothes up and over Seamus's head. He had intended that the boy could serve mass in his underwear, the altar boys surplus would cover the fact that the boy was not properly clothed but when he saw that Seamus was bare-chested he realised that like a lot of the families that made up his flock, poverty meant the children did not have any underwear. 'Oh well the boys surplus will just have to cover him up' he decided, Monday morning mass was not well attended anyway coming so soon after Sunday so it was unlikely that anyone would notice anything amiss. The devout would be more interested in the mass than the server. Seamus let the priest remove his soaked shorts, naked he stepped into the bowl of water, it was cold but not as cold as the water he'd washed in. Father Jerome bent down and carefully washed the boy, rubbing gently at the streaks of mud. He could not help noticing that Seamus's nipples hardened at his touch and that the boy had a very cute three-inch cock, his hairless balls tight against his groin. Gently he washed the boy between the legs feeling the boys cocklet hardening slightly at his touch. "That will have to do," he said and quickly wrapped the cloth around the boy, "now dry yourself whilst I get your surplus." Seamus rubbed himself dry, placing an edge of the cloth on the mat he stepped on to it to dry his feet doing his best to make sure his feet were clean, he did not want to leave muddy footprints on the altar. Father Jerome returned with an oversized surplus, wanting to make sure the boy's nudity was covered. "Leave the bowl and the cloth," he said, "we need to start mass, we'll deal with them afterwards. Hurry now, carry through the water and wine and light the altar candles." Seamus scurried to do as he was asked. As he lit the candles he noticed that there were several people already kneeling in the church, he knew everyone and they off course knew him. Satisfied that everything was properly set in place he hurried back to the sacristy to escort Father Jerome through. He stood in front of the priest who wanted to check everything was in order. Father Jerome now discovered that whilst the larger surplus did make sure that Seamus's nude body was covered up from the sight of the congregation, the larger neckline however meant that he could see where it bowed open in the front right down Seamus's front, he had a clear and uninterrupted view of the boys naked form and in particular he could constantly see the boys privates, 'its too late now to do anything about it' he decided and they walked through to the church. Father Jerome served the mass properly but did find the constant views of the boys nudity disconcerting. The service proceeded without any hitch, Seamus was on his best behaviour and did not put a foot wrong and at last the mass was over and Seamus escorted the priest back into the sacristy. "Well done Seamus," father Jerome congratulated the boy, "now clear the altar, blow out the candles and then we need to clean up the wash bowl and sort out your clothes." Seamus disappeared on his tasks and Father Jerome said his final prayers before deciding what to do about Seamus's damp clothing. Carefully he hung up his own gown, he'd heard the boy return and turned around to find Seamus was standing naked by the bowl, the boy had obviously already returned his surplus to the wardrobe. "What do we do now father?" Seamus asked. Father Jerome checked the boys clothes, they were still too damp to wear but no longer dripped dirty water. He pondered what to do and then made his decision. "Better come through to the kitchen," he told the boy. Seamus carried his clothes as instructed whilst father Jerome carried the bowl of dirty water and the now dirty cloth, they walked through the door into the priest's house and made their way to the kitchen, Seamus following the priest as he did not know the way. The kitchen was warm, the range was now hot, as first up Father Jerome had lit the range before mass, the kettle on the hob was just beginning to boil, no one else was up, Monday was a quiet day after the busy Sunday and Father Strand was unlikely to stir for a good hour yet. Father Jerome tipped the dirty water away and put the dirty cloth into the linen bin. He hung the boy's damp clothes up in front of the open door of the range, the extra heat warming up the kitchen even more. "Some tea I think," smiled Father Jerome, "your clothes will soon dry now and I'm sure you'd like a warm drink." "Yes please father," smiled Seamus and had the added pleasure of two heaped spoonfuls of sugar in his tea, 'this was turning out to be a good day' he thought. Father Jerome sat in the armchair by the range, he could keep an eye on the drying clothes from this position. "Here sit by me," he said told Seamus, "keep yourself warm by the range." To his surprise the boy climbed into his lap, he had expected the boy to draw up a chair but Seamus was more used to sitting in laps than chairs, his father's or mother's even a brother's lap was his usual chair in his house. Seamus settled himself on the priest's lap and picking his mug up from the range where he'd left it to keep warm he began to sip the hot sweet tea. Father Jerome similarly sipped his tea, enjoying the boys closeness. Unconsciously he began to stroke the boys skin, it had been a long time since he's had the pleasure of a soft body to caress. Seamus comforted by the priest's stroking leaned back against Father Jerome's chest. As a result of this movement it meant that father Jerome's caressing now moved to his font rather than his back. Slowly the caressing hand moved down Seamus's body until it found his semi hard cocklet between the boy's legs, tenderly he toyed with the boys foreskin, feeling the boy react so that his young cock was completely hard. Seamus enjoyed the gentle stroking and sipped his tea, he relaxed against the warm body and sighed, he was feeling lovely and warm both inside and out now. Father Jerome now began to stroke Seamus's cock with longer harder strokes, easing back the loose foreskin and squeezing the now thin four-inch shaft and caressing the empty boy balls. Seamus finished his tea and placed his mug on a cooler part of the range, he lay back opening his legs wider allowing the priest full access to his groin. As he sighed again Father Jerome leaned close to Seamus's face, the boy smelt of soap and sweet tea. "Happy?" he asked. "Oh yes Father," replied Seamus beaming a bright smile at him. Father Jerome leaned closer and kissed the boy softly on his pink lips. Seamus liked the way the man smelt, 'soap and candle wax' he thought and he kissed back. Their lips remained pressed together and then under pressure Seamus let the probing tongue into his mouth. As he caressed the boys mouth with his tongue Father Jerome began to stroke the boy faster, feeling him wriggle in response to his kisses and his caresses. Seamus felt his special moment coming and he wriggled and writhed but the priest did not appear to understand, he pulled away from the kiss. "Could you rub faster please father," he whispered, "I'm nearly there." Father Jerome was initially shaken by the boys forwardness but then began to caress the throbbing cocklet faster and harder. "Thank you father," groaned Seamus and he groaned sweetly as his dry climax exploded inside his young body. "That was nice," he told the priest and began to kiss again. Father Jerome enjoyed the boys sweet kisses and then felt the tiny hands at work between his legs probing and caressing his own hardness. As the boy undid his trousers he was concerned but he realised by the way the boy was caressing him that Seamus seemed to know what he was doing and he relaxed allowing the boy to caress him fully. Seamus had not shared a bed with his brothers and cousins without learning the facts of life. Deftly he unbuttoned the priests' trousers and reaching in slid the slim cock through the man's pants. He caressed the pulsing rod, rubbing the sticky liquid at the tip all over the shaft, Father Jerome was not as big as his older brothers and much smaller than his uncles. He sat up and straddled the priest, sliding the slimy cock up against his boy pussy, rubbing the sticky tip against the puckered skin surrounding his pussy lips. "That's nice," smiled Father Jerome enjoying the feeling of the boys soft skin against his cock head. It had been some time since he had experienced the touch of another body against his own, the heady days at the seminary when he was a youth seemed far far away now. Seamus positioned himself over the slim tube of man flesh. Father Jerome woke up to what the boy proposed. "No, no," he muttered weakly. End of Part One To be continued....... 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