Date: Thu, 7 Jun 2018 18:06:58 +0000 (UTC) From: Erin Boy Subject: The Vandals Other stories by this author: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/authoritarian/the-lottery/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/knotty-boy https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/bat-patrol as Dennis Murphy: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/eagle-rock https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/ski-trip/ Please support Nifty to keep these stories coming. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Comments always welcome at erinboy_98@yahoo.com This story is based on a real incident, but I was not a participant. The Vandals The two boys caught up to Jared as he was walking home from school. "Hey, wait up" the dark haired boy said. "You the new kid?" "Yeh, we just moved in a week ago Saturday." the taller boy replied. "Cool! Where you from?" the smaller boy asked, and Jared told them how his family had moved here from Connecticut because his dad got transferred. That wasn't the real reason, but he didn't want to tell them about the trouble he had gotten into and everything that had happened. The three boys walked along the sand at the edge of the winter sea. The small Maine coastal town was a big change from the wealthy suburb Jared had lived in since he was small. At 13, Jared was a year older than the other two, even though they were all in 7th grade at the middle school. Danny, the dark haired one, was almost as tall as Jared, but Brian, who had light brown curly hair was the shortest of the three, only coming up to Jared's shoulder. They skipped flat stones on the smooth water of the sheltered bay while they talked about what their dads did, which teachers were good, and the fact that there was nothing to do in winter in a small town where there were more summer cottages than year round homes. "Do you guys do any surfing in the summer?" Jared asked, hoping he could use his board. "Nah" Danny answered "the water's too cold for swimming and the point blocks most of the surf. But we go swimming in the quarries up in the woods the other side of town. It's just guys though, 'cause we swim bareass. No girls allowed." "That's cool" said Jared, suddenly interested. He didn't care much about girls anyway. In fact, he was very interested in other boys though and liked to look at them whenever he could, like when they were naked in the showers at school. He wondered if the two younger boys had hair yet. They were about as old as Jared was when he first sprouted a sparse patch of very fine hair around the base of his cock. He wanted to ask them if they could come yet, but decided not to rush things. "I gotta go home you guys" said Brian as he shivered in the fresh breeze that was starting to blow in off the water. "Aw, c'mon" said Danny "don't be a dork." "Yeh" added Jared, missing his new friend already. "I gotta get home and use the bathroom" the small boy said, dancing from one foot to the other. "Just go here on the beach" suggested Jared, hoping to sneak a peek at the smaller boy's cock. "I can't do that" blushed Brian "somebody might see me." as he squeezed his penis through his pants with his thumb and two fingers to keep from wetting his pants. "C'mon" said Danny "we can use the bathroom at my church." Danny was an altar boy at St. Joseph's, which was just up from the other end of the beach. They could see the steeple above the big summer cottage on the point and in a few minutes they reached the side door of the church and slipped in out of the cold breeze. Danny blesses himself automatically from the holy water font inside the door but when Brian asked Danny what that was for, Jared realized that the smaller of the two boys was not a Catholic like Danny. Jared was Jewish, but his family did not go to temple much at all. Danny led the two boys down the aisle and across the front, going down on one knee and blessing himself as he crossed in front of the altar. When they got there the door to the bathroom was locked. "Shit! I gotta go, Danny." the small boy whined, crossing his legs. "I know, c'mon." said Danny as he led the way to the rear of the church, where off to one side there was a large granite basin on a pedestal, sort of like a giant bird bath. "Pee in this." said Danny "Nobody will know." "It's too high" piped the squirming boy. Danny pulled out a low stool for him to stand on and he unzipped his pants with his back to the two larger boys, pulled the waistband of his briefs below his balls with one hand and used his other to aim his penis high enough to send an arching yellow stream into the air to splash like rain into the basin full of holy water. Jared moved behind the boy and put his hands around his waist to tickle him in mid-stream. "Don't!" the littler boy hollered, squirming and giggling as he tried to keep his aim in the right direction. Jared kept on tickling him and craned his neck to look over the smaller boy's shoulder to get a look at his cock. He could see the piss spraying out the foreskin-covered end of Brian's penis. It was not very big, maybe two inches, and Jared began to get a boner thinking about how big it might get if he put it in his mouth and sucked on it. If Danny wasn't there, Jared might have risked asking the younger boy to pee in his mouth, but it was too risky with another boy as witness. Brian's stream became a series of shorter spurts until it finally stopped and he shook the last few drops off the tapered end of his tight foreskin and let the waistband of his underpants snap back into place. "What's up here?" Jared asked as he started up the stairs from the side of the vestibule. At the top of the stairs was the choir loft looking out over the pews and below to one side, the baptismal font that Brian had just peed in. "I bet you could have peed in that from up here." said Jared. "I dare ya." said Danny. "I got a better idea" said Jared as he spun around and noticed the pipe organ at the back of the choir loft. As he climbed up and stood on the organist's bench, the other boys challenged him. "You wouldn't dare" taunted Danny. Brian watched and giggled nervously as Jared unbuttoned his pants, unzipped his fly and pulled his pants and briefs down to his thighs, exposing himself openly to the younger boys' envious gaze. "Wow! You've got hair." said Brian, his eyes on a level with Jared's cock. Even soft, it looked big to the two 12 year olds as Jared pointed it in the direction of the keyboard. His piss began to splash across the keys and he aimed it higher, soaking the opened music book in its stand. Higher still his heavy stream of bright yellow bounced off the tall pipes of the organ, splashing back and sprinkling both of the smaller boys, wetting their hair and their surprised, upturned faces. "Aaarrrgghhhh!" screamed Brian and Danny as they ran to get out of the way. Jared would have liked to piss in their faces and dare them to open their mouths. Maybe next time they would. He'd have to get each boy alone first and see how far they would go. He didn't shake the drops from the end of his cock but instead began to rub the piss around the head with his thumb. He began to stroke his cock lightly with his fingers until it began to harden and swell in his hand, much to the amazement of the two younger boys. Brian stared at the older boy's cock and remembered that time with his next older brother when he was 8 and saw him masturbating one morning. Brian's 14 year old brother showed him how to take it in his mouth and suck on it to help his brother shoot. Brian liked the feel of a cock in his mouth and wondered what Jared would say if he asked him if he could do that with him. He would have to go over the new kid's house some day after school and maybe think of a way to get him to fool around like he used to do with his brother. "You have to do something too" said Jared "then we can be a secret club, just the three of us. This is like an initiation." "What should I do?" asked Danny, trying not to look directly at Jared's cock. "Hey, I know what" said the older boy "pee in those things by the door where people bless themselves with holy water." Danny pictured his bratty kid sister dipping her fingers in his pee and touching it to her forehead and grinned wickedly. "That would be cool" he giggled. But then he thought of someone else he wanted to get even with. "I got a better idea" he said as he took off down the stairs two at a time. The two boys followed Danny to the side of the church where the confessional booth stood. The priest's box in the middle had a nameplate over the door which read "Fr. Carrol". Danny closed the door behind him in the small booth with a cushioned bench across the rear wall and a screened opening on either side. Jared and Brian slipped into the curtained booth on either side and watched through the screen as Danny unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. They could clearly see the bright white of his underpants as he pushed them down below his knees and squatted over the bench with his back against the wall. They could not see him clearly in the dim light, just the pale white of his thighs suspended in mid air with his bottom a few inches above the padded seat where Fr. Carrol would listen to the parade of sins his parishioners told him every Saturday. Danny wondered if Fr. Carrol got hard listening to all the teenage boys who confessed to playing with themselves over and over again despite promising not to each time they confessed. If they only knew what Fr. Carrol was really like and what he did with boys he got alone in the rectory. Or was he the only one, Danny wondered as he strained his bowels to expel a fat turd on the priest's seat. As his asshole stretched, Danny burned with the memory of Fr. Carrol's grownup prick forcing its way into his rectum. It had burned for hours afterwards and he burned now with a mixture of shame and desire as he pictured the hard cock that had driven itself into him in ways he had never imagined. The boys could not see, but they could smell and urged Danny on with boyish giggles. "Way ta go, Danny" "Yeh, Danny, do a big one." "Shit! I forgot. There's no toilet paper in here." said Danny. "Wait a minute. I'll get something." said Jared as he slipped out of the box and slipped into the priest's door in the middle. "Here, stand up and turn around" said Jared. "Now bend over and touch your toes." As Danny bent over, Jared reached up and slid the panel closed so Brian couldn't see him kneel behind the bent figure of the slim boy. Jared held Danny's butt with both hands and leaned forward to what he could smell but could not quite see. A perplexed Danny felt something wet and warm against his ass and realized with a shock that Jared was licking him with his tongue. "What are you doing?" the boy whispered, not wanting the feeling to go away but feeling more than a little embarrassed. He had never heard of anybody doing something like this but Jared was older and had hair already. Maybe this was something that older kids did. He thought about little Brian's cock as he had peed in the baptismal font and started to get hard as Jared's tongue pushed its way into his asshole. "Don't, OK?" Danny said. "C'mon, stop that tickles. I gotta pee." "OK" said Jared, "But you have to pee where I tell you if you're going to be in the club." Jared was trying to think of a way to get Danny to piss in his mouth when an impatient Brian knocked on the door and said "C'mon you guys. What are you doing in there?" Danny straightened up and began pulling up his underpants and then pulled up his pants and buckled them. "OK" he said "where do I have to pee?" Jared and Danny stepped out of the confessional and closed the door. "What's in there?" asked Jared, noticing the door off to one side of the altar. "That's where the priest and the altar boys get dressed for the mass." explained Danny, opening the door to a small room lined with cupboards and closets and shelves. "What's in here?" asked Jared, pointing to a locked cabinet. "Oh, that's where they keep the communion wine and stuff. Wanna see it? I know where the key is." "Yeh, we can drink wine like the high school kids that hang out behind the ballpark" said Brian. Jared made a mental note to check out this place where the older guys hung out. Danny got the key from its hiding place and unlocked the cabinet where the communion wine was stored. Jared reached in and took out a half empty bottle of dark red wine. "I know what" said Jared. "You could piss in this bottle and then the next time the priest does communion, he'd be drinking your pee." "Yeh, I can do that" said Danny, as he eagerly unzipped his fly and drew out his slender cock. Jared looked at it and wondered how big it would get when it was hard. It looked like it could be at least three inches, but it was very skinny, not quite half an inch in diameter with a bare helmet of a darker pink that was perfectly smooth with a flared rim like a mushroom cap. Brian held the bottle for him as Danny slid the head of his penis into the neck of the green glass bottle. He got just the head inside and then let the pee begin to flow. The two boys put their faces down close to the pale green glass where they could see the urine swirling down the flared neck of the bottle to blend into the dark wine inside. "Uh oh" said Danny quietly as he spurted the last few drops from the end of his cock. "I'm getting a boner, dudes." And he was. The two boys could see his cock swelling up inside the neck of the bottle which came past the rim of his cock's helmet but not quite back to the light brown ring of his circumcision scar which showed against the white translucent skin of his now three and one half inch penis. Almost an inch of the still swelling organ was stuck fast inside the neck of the bottle. "Fuck, it hurts!" said Danny, on the verge of crying. "You'll have to jerk off." said Jared. "How can I with this thing on me?" the boy replied. "Here, I'll do it." said Jared as he took the exposed portion of the hard little dick between his thumb and forefinger and began to slide the skin up and down on the bone hard flesh. The pumping made it worse as Danny's cockhead swelled up even more and the pain was more than the pleasure. Jared leaned forward and stuck his tongue out as far as he could and slathered the underside of Danny's cock, tipping the bottle up as well to soak his straining cockhead in the stinging alcohol of the wine. Danny wanted to cry, it hurt so much, but he was more excited than he had ever been. It hurt, but it felt so good as Jared applied his tongue again to the glistening shaft. It was turning rosy red from the blood packing into it and felt like it would burst. Wetting his two fingers with even more spit, Jared began to stroke furiously back and forth, sliding the younger boys cockskin over the three inches of exposed shaft until Danny's knees began to buckle and he slumped against the cabinet. "Oh FUCK!" cried Danny as splashes of a pale milky fluid erupted into the neck of the bottle. Danny went "aaarghh" and his chest heaved with huge gulps of air. He slid down, his back against the cabinet until he was sitting on the floor catching his breath. Jared and Brian smiled at each other as Danny sat between them, his breathing returning to normal. Soon he was able to pull his shrinking penis from the bottle with a loud pop. "Let me see" said Brian as he knelt on the floor between his friend's legs and put his face close to the boy's crotch. "Kiss it and make it better, willya?" Danny joked, and was surprised when Brian leaned forward and planted a kiss on the head of his sore little cock. "Ouch" said Dan "I think I've had enough." "Hey you guys. I know what lets do" said Jared. "What?" "We should make anyone who wants to join our club be a blood brother." "What, you mean we should cut our fingers and press them together?" "No, not that. This is supposed to be like blood, right? I mean doesn't the priest do something and pretends like the wine is blood and then drinks it?" "Yeh?" said Danny "So?" "Well, if we all drink some of the wine, that will make us all blood brothers." "Ewww, you mean with my stuff in it?" asked Danny. "Yeh, that makes it even better. C'mon" said Jared, picking up the bottle. You could see little clots of white jism floating in the red wine as he held the bottle to his lips and took a big swallow. Brian took the bottle as soon as he was finished and, wiping the lip of the bottle so as not to get any germs, he swallowed three times and put the bottle down smiling a big smile. "OK, Danny, your turn" said little Brian, holding the bottle out to his friend. Danny made a face as he put the bottle to his lips and swallowed a tiny bit, just enough to qualify. "Where's the other things, the ones they pass out?" asked Jared. "What? You mean the communion wafers?" said Danny. "They're in the tabernacle on the altar. Here, I got the key." "Cool! I wanna see what they taste like." The two boys followed Danny out to the altar where habit made him go down on one knee before trying the key in door of the golden tabernacle. Inside was a bright shiny gold cup with a linen cloth cover which Danny removed to show the small flat wafers on unleavened bread. "Lemme try one." said Brian eagerly as he picked one out with his fingers. "Yuck!" he said "they taste like cardboard." "Here, give 'em to me." said Jared, taking the chalice from Danny's hands and going over to the priest's chair at the side of the altar. He sat down, placing the chalice on the arm rest of the chair and unzipped his fly. Jared reached into the opening of his briefs and drew out his hardening cock. Brian and Danny watched closely as Jared began to stroke it with his fingers, paying extra attention to the part right underneath the head of his cock. As he rubbed up and down, he sometimes ran his thumb across the tip of his cock, which soon began to glisten with a clear sticky fluid. He took this and smeared it around the shaft of his lengthening cock, adding spit by leaning over and drooling on it. Both of the younger boys began to get boners as they watched Jared's six inch cock throbbing in his hand. Brian thought back to when he was little and his next older brother had let him watch. He wanted to put his mouth on it like his brother had taught him to, but didn't want Danny and Jared to think he was gay or something. Danny had thoughts of his own as he recalled watching Fr. Carrol stroke his enormous prick that time in the rectory. He had been embarassed and scared then, but also got a boner in spite of himself. Jared stroked faster and harder as he thought about what he hoped to do with his new friends. The thought of Brian's little penis spraying hot piss into his mouth brought him close to shooting his wad. He thought about the fresh, boyish taste of Danny's hairless asshole, and as he imagined getting the younger boy to return the favor his own asshole tingled in anticipation, pushing him over the top as he quickly grabbed the chalice full of communion wafers and aimed his spurting cock into the golden cup, soaking the flat white disks with sticky dollops of fresh cream. Squeezing and stroking his throbbing cock he managed to deposit every last drop on the sacred hosts. Standing now, with his still stiff cock jutting out of his fly, Jared commanded the two younger boys to kneel in front of him and repeat after him a solemn oath to never tell anyone else what the three of them did together and to always do what either of the other two commanded. "Close your eyes and open your mouths." Jared ordered "and stick your tongues out." Reaching into the golden cup he lifted out a cum laden wafer and placed it on little Brian's outstretched pink tongue. "Mmmm" said the boy as he swallowed the sticky offering "tastes good." "I'm not gonna eat that" said Danny. "C'mon, you gotta" said Brian "or else we can't have the club." "Yeh" added Jared "see, I'm gonna do it too" lifting up a particularly juicy one and gulping it down. "OK" said Danny "but not one with a lot, OK?" and stuck his tongue out and scrunched his eyes shut tight. Jared took two wafers with about a spoonful of thick juice clinging to them and placed them way back into Danny's mouth where he struggled to get them down without gagging. When he did, he grinned at the other two and said "OK, what are we gonna call ourselves?" "The Vandals." said Jared, zipping up his pants. "The Vandals. All for one and one for all." as he began to make plans for next Saturday.