Date: Wed, 20 Sep 2006 22:10:10 -0700 (PDT) From: D One Subject: Sunday Afternoon Ted stared. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Martin said to meet him after church so he hung around out front of the building. But after waiting more then just a few minutes, he went back inside to look for his friend. The choir had all left, the youth group meeting room was also empty. So Ted went through the choir room and through the door that led upstairs to the santuary. As soon as he opened the door he heard some noises and decided to go in rather then call out Martin's name. Since nobody was supposed to be there, he figured if he yelled Martin's name someone would assume they went there when they weren't supposed to. And of course that would be right. The long hallway went to the stairs that led up to the choirloft entry or the other door led to the basement boiler room. He and Martin and some other friends would hide there after church meetings now and then to avoid their parents or the Youth Minister. Mr. Kensey was always in their face trying to get them to go here, do that, be active. "If I keep you busy you'll stay out of trouble" he used to say. So they would gather here to talk, smoke and wait till Kinsey was gone or their parents had gone home. And the Sunday afternoons were theirs then. The basement was always a good place to go to smoke joints. He moved forward and heard the sounds of someone making moaning types of sounds. He hoped nobody had falled down the choir entry stairs..so he moved faster and then stopped adtuptly. At the end of the hall just nead the doorway to the basement he saw Martin. Martin and he were buddies. They went to different schools but hung out on the weekends using the church activities as a meeting place. And since it was church related their parents didn't question them spending hours and hours. But they did what most kids do, smoking cigarettes. gossiping about the other kids or adults, playing softball in a nearby lot, and on Sunday afternoons getting stoned as often as any one of them could get the smoke. He liked Martin the first day he met him in Bible Class. The boy was his age, had curly hair, a handsome face and a great smile. Ted was sure his friend would become a model or actor..he was that good looking. And Ted didn't mind hanging out with Martin since he attracted the other kids who would be nice to Ted once they found out he was Martin's friend. He stared at Martin's handsome face now. His blushed cheeks, blue eyes, short curly hair and his thick lips.....but this time his lips surrounded a hard penis. And not just any penis, it belonged to Kensey. Martin wanted to yell out at Kensey for making his friend perform this homosexual act. His rage soon turned to his own lust as he watched Martin run his hands over the mans' trousers and lick and suck the cock. Martin was dressed in his usual deep blue suit, his white shirt and tie just as they were earlier in church...though now the tie as loose. Kensey too wore his suit looking much as he had earlier. The man's head was tilted backwards as if he were talking to his God....his mouth wide open and his eyes closed. But the sounds that came from him were hardly scripture or prayer...he was making deep guteral sounds based on the sensations that Martin was giving him. Ted's cock hardened quickly. He wasn't sure why since he was both surprised and upset at what he discovered. But he continued to watch Martin do what he was doing and his boxer shorts and ants tented. Ted felt his breathing get deeper. He imagined Martin wearing the speedos he wore on the youth swim team or the tiny jockey shorts he liked to wear when sleeping over. Ted had looked at Martin's smooth body when Martin wasing watching. And he would feel warm inside wishing he could find an excuse to touch his friend .. not like they did when haning around, wrestling or messing around in the swimming pool, but different, lightly, exploring. He knew that was wrong but after he would finish pleasing himself, the visions would disappear and Ted hoped the images were just teenage hormone caused. "Take it" Kinsey hissed and Ted realized his eyes were closed. He opened them in time to watch the man hold the sides of Martin's head. Martin chocked a bit but then seemed to swallow as his adam's apple moved several times. "Nice, you're getting better at this" Kensey said. "Maybe it's time we go someplace else and I'll show you what I promised you". the man said as he zipped up his fly. Martin wiped his mouth with the white handerchef he always carried in his hip pocket and stood. Kensey patted his cheek and then moved his mouth to Martin's. Ted wasn't ready to see Martin kiss a man. He moved from his spot and tried to be as quiet as possible as he moved back down the hallway. "OH good you're still here" Martin said as he came out of the church to the front steps where he presumed Ted had been waiting. "Uh yea, kind of" the two boys walked towards the street. "Want to come over?" Martin asked. "Yea sure" "You know I wasn't waiting the entire time out front" Ted said. he had doffed his suit jacket and tie. His white shirt was half open as he sat on MArtin's bed in his bedroom. Martin meanwhile had stripped his shirt, tied, jacket and trousers off leaving him in his tiny jockey shorts. "OH?" Martin asked as he was hanging his suit on wooden hangers, "where did you go?" "In back" Ted said. The image of Martin kneeling in his blue suit in front of Mr. Kensey was fresh in his mind, so fresh his cock stirred. "Oh yea?" Martin put his suit away. "Yea" there was silence for awhile then Ted decided to ask the question he had been wanting to ask since Martin appeared. "UH how long you been doing that?" he asked. "What" Martin looked up and then away "Oh for awhile now, dont' tell anyone ok?" Martin said acting as if everything was normal. "Fuck man, of course I won't. Did he make you?" Ted asked wondering what he would do to Kensey if Martin said he had been forced. If he turned Kensey in, then everyone would know what Martin had done too and his friend would be called a fag or worse. He didn't know what he would say if Martin said he hadnt' been forced. He saw himself in his brown suit in that hallway looking down on Martin's head and feeling his cock be stimulated. "Naw, not really, it just kind of started and " Martin said. Ted could see Martin's cock in his jockeys very distinctly. He didn't knwo if Martin was getting a boner or if his cock was just positioned that way. Ted's own cock was half hard. He adjusted it without thinking. Martin was watching. "You want to try it?" he asked. Ted let his friend open his trousers and take his hard cock in his hands. The tongue slid along the underside then seemed to swirl around the mushroom shaped swollen head. He almost exploded several times but Martin seemed to know and would stop making hims relax before he resumed. When Ted's body would no longer be stopped he warned Martin. "Hey man I'm gonna cum" he breathed his words. Martin didnt' pull away. In fact he clutched Ted's thighs harder as if he were going to move away. Ted couldn't believe he was releasing his usual streams into his friends mouth. "Fuck man, you got one hell of a load" Martin said then tounged the last drops from the tip of Ted's cock. "You ok?" Ted asked. Martin looked up at him. Those blue eyes, the blushed cheeks, the curly hair and the smile that Ted always welcomed each weekend he showed up at church were looking up at him. "Wanna try it?" Martin asked.