Date: Wed, 16 Jul 2003 01:17:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dscreet Dude <ihaveaview@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jake's Story Chap-5

Copyright 2003 by Jacob Pritchard. All rights
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This is a fictional story involving alternative sexual
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please do not read any further. This material is
intended for mature adult audiences. Names,
characters, locations and incidents are either the
product of the author's imagination or are used
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Jake's Story  ~ Chapter Five ~
The rest of that day went pretty normal. Greg and I
made it back outside and played around the yard. The
rainstorm that came that afternoon and continued
through the Sunday canceled any plans for an
overnighter in the tent. Us boys got together and
played our favorite game of Monopoly, watched the
Saturday night television shows and eventually headed
back to bed. This time both Willy and Jimmy were
there, so Benny and I didn't get to experiment any
more. Benny slept with Willy that night and I could
hear them whispering and giggling as I faded off to
dreamland. I wished I could be there, sandwiched
between them.

  The next morning my Mother and Aunt had us all up
early so that we could go to church. One thing about
being Catholic in our home was that ya always went to
church on Sunday and other days of Holy Obligation.
Our church was about a half-hour from where we lived,
over a large mountain and in the adjacent valley. It
was a large complex, built for seminars and other
large religious gatherings. It was dominated by an old
castle that had been built by an Irish stonemason at
the turn of the century. He left it to the church when
he died. There were lots of great places for a boy to
explore and get lost there, though I never found any
hidden rooms.

  I had been an altar boy for a couple of years now,
as was my twin and also Peter. Willy knew how to play
piano and had been doing so for the church service for
over a year now. He was actually quite good at it and
would later pursue music as a profession. That morning
it was my turn to be one of the two altar boys along
with another boy my age named Aaron. He lived in
another town and I only saw him at Sunday mass an
other church functions. I liked him and seemed to have
some things in common. He had red hair, freckles and
his skin always seemed to have a rosy glow to it.
Normally shy, he always chatted away to me on those
mornings when we would be dressing and preparing for
the service.

   I don't know, even now, if it was normal or not,
but we had been taught by the church Brother during
our Alter Server classes that it was okay to just wear
underwear under the cassock we wore during the
service. It was cooler and felt quite normal to us. I
don't think any of us ever questioned it. I even
welcomed it, enjoying the feeling of the soft black
linen against my bare legs.

   That was the first morning I had ever noticed Aaron
as he dressed next to me. He had sat down on the bench
opposite me. Taking his shoes off, then his pants, he
had just sat there in his white briefs talking about
what he had done on the previous day. I don't quite
remember now all that he had said, though I do recall
it had something to do with a tree house. What I do
remember is stealing glances at his crotch where I
could see the outline of his dick quite clearly. It
looked bigger than mine, but I couldn't quite tell. It
wasn't easy, to not be obvious, as I was pretending to
be having trouble with a shoelace, meanwhile peering
upwards trying to see his crotch better.

   He stood up and removed his dress shirt, standing
there with only his tee shirt, briefs and socks on.  I
hadn't quite noticed before just how handsome he was.

"Hey Jake," he said, "We better hurry, Father John
won't be happy if we're tardy." And grabbed his
cassock and began putting it on. We both finished
dressing and hurried out to do our duties.

   Later that morning, as I sat on the altar, dressed
in my cassock and trying to pay attention to the
Homily that Father John was giving, I found myself
thinking about Aaron and also daydreaming about the
past days events. I was facing the church
congregation, and here, close to the front pew,
setting between my Aunt and my kid sister, Sammy, was
Benny.  He caught me staring at him and smiled. I
suddenly found myself thinking about what he looked
like naked and how pretty his dick had looked up
close. And I was remembering how smooth the skin of
its head had felt to my tongue and how it had pulsated
in my mouth as he had reached his orgasm. What we had
done was being replayed in my mind and I lost track of
time and space.

   "Psssst! Jake! You awake or what?" It was Aaron,
trying to get my attention. The priest had finished
the Homily and we were supposed to be helping him get
things ready for communion. I came to my senses and
went to stand up, at the same time realizing that I
had a boner. Too late I had stood up and thinking on
my feet turned away from everyone, bending over like I
was getting something from my seat. Looking down at
myself I couldn't see anything obvious, the folds of
the cassock covering up my throbbing pecker.

"Hey," whispered Aaron again, "You coming or what?"

`Not yet,' I thought and with a sigh of relief and
still feeling a little obvious I said, "Yea, sure."

   We made it through the rest of the service with no
more situations. It was nice being close to Aaron. He
had some nice smelling cologne on and I found myself
enjoying a wiff if it each time I had the opportunity.
Several times I deliberately brushed up next to him
just to feel his warmth. And unexpectedly he would
bump into me also. I even caught him looking at me,
smiling. This was kinda neat.

   After the service Aaron said, "Hey Jake, tell yer
mom we will be a few extra minutes. We need to clean
up some things we haven't done for awhile. Maybe a
half hour?"

  "Sure Aaron," I said and went to tell my Mom. Most
everyone always hung around for an hour or so
socializing on Sunday mornings at the dinner hall
where there would be doughnuts, milk, coffee and
juices.  Letting my Mother know where I'd be I hurried
back to the sanctuary where Aaron had already taken
his altar boy clothes off and was busy putting away
the items we had used during the service, almost done
with this task. I was surprised and secretly pleased
to see he was still in his underwear.

"Hey Aaron, what we s'posed to do?" I said, beginning
to take off my own clothes.

"Well Buddy, as soon as ya get those clothes put away
we need to go down to the supply room and straighten
it out. It shouldn't take long. You should just stay
in your underwear so ya don't get yer good clothes
dirty. Bring em along though so we can get dressed
when we're done." He smiled at me and turned back to
putting away the items.

   Excited by the idea of running around in my
underwear with this red-haired boy, I hurried along
getting undressed, my cassock hung neatly in its
proper place. I put the linens where we had been told
and then followed Aaron as he led the way down a small
stairwell to the lower rooms where so many things were
stored from the various festivities of the year. I
wanted so much to reach out and feel his bum so well
outlined in his tight white briefs.

  Following him along a dimly lit hallway we came to
the storeroom he had mentioned. I had been here before
to get soap or candles. Aaron opened the door, turned
the light on and motioned me in, following and closing
the door behind him. Looking around everything seemed
to be in place. It didn't look to be too messy at all.
I was beginning to get a little suspicious.

"Hey, it looks pretty clean in here. What're we
s'posed to do?" And I turned around to look at Aaron.
As I looked at him in the warm glow of the single
light bulb I almost caught my breath as I realized
just how good-looking this kid was. Why hadn't I seen
this before? Red curly hair, green eyes, freckles
lightly covering his well-outlined face, nicely
proportioned body with a hint of the muscles that
would come in time. I caught myself holding my breath.
He stood there smiling a little mischievously. I
couldn't help but allow my eyes to make their way down
his chest to his briefs and was surprised to see that
it appeared he had a boner! At least the beginnings of
one. My eyes went back up to his and I smiled.

"I saw you staring at me." Was all he said. He took a
small step towards me and put both his hands on his
hips.

"Uh, yea, uh, I was just looking. Um, sorry." I wasn't
sure where this was going. Better to play innocent.
His boner was a little more well defined now and I
kept glancing from his eyes down to it.

"Oh, that's okay. I don't mind really. Did ya liked
what ya saw?" He said, taking another step closer.

"Uh, yea, sure. But I couldn't really see anything."
And getting a little braver I said, "But I can see a
bit more now. Looks like someone is getting a boner"

"Uh-huh. Looks like I'm not the only one getting a
boner Jake." He laughed lightly. And looking down at
myself I saw that indeed my pecker had come to full
attention, straining at the white fabric of my
underwear. Absent-mindedly I grabbed it and rubbed it
while I continued to look alternately at Aaron and his
now obvious full hard-on.

"Wanna see?" He said, and without waiting for an
answer he slowly pulled the front of his briefs out
and over his erection holding it down well below his
balls. I was really caught off guard by the
spontaneity of this whole thing and this was just too
much. I gave a short gasp and I'm sure my jaw dropped
as I took in the sight of a very nice cock. It was
what I still think of today as a perfect pecker.

It was maybe four inches long hard, an inch in
diameter, with a nice tight cut head and a softly
defined rim around it. I could see at the base a
little bit of red pubic hair, soft looking and tightly
curled. And below that were two medium sized balls
setting side by side in his sac, hanging two inches or
so. The tip of his dick glistened with a small drop of
juice. There were little purple veins running along
the shaft. My mouth watered.

"So, let me see yours Jake." He whispered, a little
hoarsely. He had come even closer and was looking to
where my dick was straining against my briefs. I
raised my eyes from his prize and smiled. Without
hesitating I put my hands inside the elastic of my
underwear and, pulling it out and away from my stiff
pecker, pulled them halfway down to my knees. I was
watching his face and there was a hungry look there.
As my dick broke free his lips tightened into a
straight smile. He seemed to like what he saw.

"Nice." Was all he could say.

"You have a nice dick too, Aaron. Very nice. Can I
touch it?" I knew what the answer would be, but I
wanted to make sure.

Looking at me a little surprised he said, "Sure! Uh,
do whatever ya want."

Well, what I wanted was that perfect little dick in my
mouth, but somehow I knew to go at it slow. I stepped
a little closer and, reaching out, grabbed it in my
hand feeling it jump slightly at my touch. It was very
warm and felt really hard as I squeezed it. It wasn't
as big as Benny's was, definitely not as big as
Greg's. It fit my hand a little better and as I gave
Aaron a slow stroke and my hand rubbed the rim of his
head his knees got a little weak, his head tilted back
and a soft moan escaped his lips.

With my free hand I reached down to feel his nuts that
had drawn up some due to the slight chill in the air.
I gave them a squeeze too, which elicited another
moan. I think I had him right where I wanted him. "You
have a really nice cock Aaron. Do you ever beat off?"
I figured I already knew the answer.

"Yea, sometimes." Then, " Shit, all the time." He
said, looking at me a grinning guiltily. "Have you?"

"Heck yea," I lied, "Coupla times a day. And I've done
some other stuff too." I added with a sly smile. I was
still stroking him and his hips had begun to thrust
gently with each stroke. He had put one hand on my
shoulder.

"Really? Coupla times a day? I usually do it at least
twice. One day I did it five times!" He giggled at
this, "My dick was really sore after that!!"

"I bet!" I said.

He cocked his head a little and said, "So what other
`stuff' have you done Jake?" And just looked at me
expectantly.

"Well, it's kinda hard to describe. But, I could show
ya if ya want." I had stopped stroking but still had
his pecker in my hand, his balls in my other.

"It won't hurt, will it?" Was all he asked.

"Oh, um, not at all. In fact, I'm sure you'll like it
a lot."  And looking around I saw an upholstered chair
next to the wall. Pulling him gently by his dick I
guided him to the chair and had him set down. I pulled
his briefs off and tossed them on the floor. Getting
down on my knees in front of him I spread his legs and
got in closer to where my head was right above his
hard dick. I put my elbows over his thighs and
grabbing it in my hand I looked up at his face where
he was watching everything intently and said, "Ya ever
git a blowjob Yet?"

"No," he said slowly, and expectant smile playing on
his soft red lips, "But I heard of em. Is that what
yer gonna do?" And I felt his dick jump in my hand,
eager for action.

I just smiled back and brought my eyes to examine this
perfect piece of boy flesh. It was the most beautiful
thing I had ever seen and I was anxious to get to
work, my mouth had begun to water in anticipation. I
put my nose next to the tip and took a whiff,
breathing in his smell. There was a tiny drop of
liquid there, what I later learned was pre-cum. I
reached out with my tongue and licked it off, getting
a response from Aaron, his dick jumping again. It had
a slight, salty taste to it.

Now holding it between my fingers and thumb and not
able to hold back any longer I sucked the head into my
mouth causing Aaron to gasp and slide down in the
chair a little bit. It fit my mouth so well and I
could easily run my tongue around the firm rim.  "Oh
Man!" He said.

I pulled my head back slowly letting the head roll out
from my mouth, my lips kissing the tip once again. I
looked up at him where he was still watching me.

"Want me to stop?" I asked, already knowing the
answer.

"Oh wow! That feels great! Do it some more man." He
had a pleading look on his face and I could feel his
dick jump once again in my hand.

"Okay, you asked for it." I said and getting down to
business, sucking his head into my wet mouth once
more, wasting no tie in burying his cock all the way
into my mouth. Sucking hard I worked my way up and
down his shaft, pausing on each stroke to run my
tongue around the rim and then to quickly plunge down,
his short pubic hairs tickling my nose.

It only took a dozen or so of these and I could feel
his cock throbbing, his hips moving, squirming, Aaron
completely consumed by the orgasm that was overtaking
his young body. With a slow growl that was some type
of moan escaping his lips I felt his cock pulse and
then a small amount of cum was ejaculated into my
mouth. It tasted a little sweeter than Greg's had, and
of course there was less of it. Aaron must have just
started being able to cum. I swallowed each drop,
sucking hard for more.

As his orgasm began to subside I became gentler and
slowed what I was doing, aware of how his dick had
become more sensitive. I continued to suck the head
and to coax each remaining drop out until his dick
wasn't as hard, finally kissing it and looking up at
his face, his eyes now closed.

"Well, how was that?" I smiled.

He opened his eyes and tilted his head to where he
could see me having lain it against the back of the
chair. "Wow man! That was too much! That was great!
Thanks." And he closed his eyes again. He opened them
again as I stood up and noticed that my dick was still
as hard as ever. He put his hands on my hips and said,
"Wait a minute Jake, maybe I can help ya out with
that."

As I stood there in front of him he scooted closer to
the edge of the chair and grabbed my dick gently with
his fingers. I watched as he pulled the foreskin back
from the head and, bringing his face closer, smelled
it, like you would a flower. He looked back up at me
for just a second, grinning, then immediately sucked
me into his warm mouth. Not having a very big dick he
was able to put it all in his mouth very easily. As he
sucked I could feel his tongue exploring each little
part, across the head and up and down the shaft.

It only took a couple of moments of this intense
attention and I was feeling the rush coming over me.
With my knees almost buckling, and my breath coming in
gasps I had my orgasm, Aaron not slowing down any,
making it even more intense. I remember looking down
at his curly red hair, his eyes tightly closed and my
pecker gone in his soft mouth. Below I could see his
own dick lying to the side, his balls hanging off the
edge of the chair. It only served to heighten my
orgasm. This was getting better all the time.

Aaron didn't seem to know that I had finished, or
maybe he just didn't want to stop so I let him
continue, just enjoying the added sensation. I slowly
became soft and he realized that it was over. He gave
me one last good suck and looking up at me asked,
"Good?"

"Really good! Thanks. That was great. You seemed to
enjoy it too." I added.

"Yea," he said, standing up and putting his hand
behind my waist and pulling me into him. "I really did
enjoy that. I didn't think I would, but it just felt
so right." I could feel his dick pressing against my
belly and I put my arms around him and hugged him.

I looked up at him from where my head rested on his
shoulder and on impulse kissed him on the cheek. He
just looked a little surprised. "I'll do that for you
anytime you want Aaron. I like doing it for you. I
liked your dick, it tasted great. And I liked your
cum, it tasted great too."

He didn't seem to know what to say and just smiled at
me in an awkward way. "I. Uh, jus' started cumming
about a week ago. It's not much yet, but I guess
there'll be more later on. I reckon you won't cum `til
you get some bigger balls and some hair on your dick."
And letting me go he said, "C'mon, we better get
dressed and get to the hall. They'll be looking for us
if we're much longer."

We quickly put on our clothes and as we sat together
on the edge of the chair, tying our shoes, Aaron said,
"Jake, thanks again. That was a pretty special thing
you did for me. I definitely want you to do again
sometime, but only on one condition."

"What's that?" I asked.

"That you let me do you again too. That was great fun.
And I can't let ya have all the fun, now can I?" And
he gave me a quick tap in the arm as he took off up
the hallway, me try to quickly catch him, happy and
full of life.

They say that when it rains it pours and so it was
with my discovery of sex. In three days I had given no
less than three blowjobs, receiving several myself. I
had learned to give another boy pleasure and enjoyed
it. The boys I first had sex with enjoyed it also
unabashedly and made it a joyful experience. It wasn't
treated like a horrible thing and they really enjoyed
what I was able to do for them. I also learned to
please myself and would continue to find countless
ways of self-gratification in the years to come. From
the beginning though I understood the importance of
secrecy and discretion. It was part of my `sneaky'
nature.

That room would see more action over the next couple
years, not only with Aaron but with other altar boys I
was yet to meet, and even a young friar. It's
surprising how much sex goes on in some churches and
not just the Catholics. I would also find out from
personal experience that there were similar things
going on behind the closed doors of our fine town
church. But that's another chapter in this story isn't
it?