Date: Mon, 27 Jan 2020 21:20:01 -0500
From: Santa Klaus <wxindc@gmail.com>
Subject: Baby Boomer's Dream part 3

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Baby Boomer's Dream, Part 3

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Payback at School:

Since it was Friday afternoon when the reckoning in the park happened,
followed by my sweet late afternoon with John and Mary, I did not have to
go to school for a couple days. I needed that cooling off period, and in
fact was still a little worried about how the tough guys might still have
some getting even to do. And I have until next weekend to come up with the
plan for Janice and me to earn $50 each, if I can get Janice, and my
parents, to go along. Janice had seen the debacle with the BMA in the park,
but knew nothing about that strange couple that saved me, and took me
home. Good old big sis also never said anything to the parents about the
entire event, I thank my lucky stars.

Over the course of the weekend, I convinced Janice what a great chance this
was to make $50, in 1960 dollars! Sure, we would be naked and serving food
and drink at a party in a private home to a bunch of strangers, but believe
me, John and Mary were a little weird, but I did not sense any danger from
them. They liked naked young people, and their friends liked naked young
people, and they did not want to do anything that would attract law
enforcement to their parties, or be involved in a crime investigation
afterwards. I got Janice on board, and she had a plan to get our parents to
let us out together on the following Saturday night until around 8PM.

But there was still the Monday through Friday at school ahead.

On Monday, over the classroom speaker (from the principal's office), my
teacher was instructed to send me down to the office. Sometimes it was
something simple, like an important message from a parent about going to
grandma's house instead of home after school, something like that. But I
knew better. I was probably in trouble for something.

Father Harold was in the office with Sister Superior. That could not be
good. All I knew about Father Harold was that he was in charge of altar
boys, and even though I had applied a couple times, and was a straight A
student who had never been in trouble, he had not selected me. There were
stories about how he had his favorites, but most teachers have favorites,
so the priest in charge of maintaining church decorum with grade school
boys serving at mass also probably had boys he could count on, and they
were his favorites.

"I have gotten a disturbing report of something you did, young man, and I
need to look into this," began Sister Superior. "I have been told you
exposed yourself in class behind Sister's back. Is that true?"

"What? Who ever told you that! You know there are kids here who don't like
me because I get straight A's and the sisters like me. They probably
decided to make up something to get me into trouble!"

"I am concerned about this, but I think this needs to be a man-to-man,
rather, man-to-boy discussion, so I am going to leave it to Father Harold
to talk to you. I will go do some other duties and come back when you are
done,".

Father Harold had gotten the report from a girl who was just a little too
good. He believed it. I had to make up some story to cover myself. She had
even told Sister Superior and Father Harold, that I had "an erection". No
kid talks like that, except very good little girls who are squealing. What
am I going to make up?

"That can't be, Father, because I have not passed puberty yet and do not
get erections. She made that up."

"Really, you seem mature enough, but there is a way we can test what you
are saying," he smiled. Hmm, a test? I usually pass tests, but I am
beginning to get a suspicion that this is an unorthodox test. "Stand on
this chair in front of me, and drop your pants,".

I must have looked surprised, but he assured me that since it was just us
guys, this was perfectly normal and not a problem. I was nervous enough
that I knew I was not erect, but I was not sure where this test was going,
although I had an idea what might happen next. With my pants around my
ankles, and standing on a chair, my little cocklet was at the perfect
height to be examined. "Let's see how it reacts," he said, as he started to
fiddle with my tiny little organ. It started to grow a little, despite my
anxiety. Then it started to grow a little more, then...Father Harold opened
his mouth and sucked my cock into it! Oh Jeez, you can bet your ass it grew
then.

Father Harold had a sucking technique par excellence. He didn't suck hard,
he sucked by using his tongue and cheeks and giving my cocklet, now a full
fledged cock, a mouth massage, He kept working my cock all around,
sometimes sucking my balls into his mouth as well, sometimes just fondling
my balls as he massaged my cock with an incredibly well-trained
tongue. Where does a priest learn such cock-sucking skills!

He kept this up for several minutes while I just tried to maintain my
balance, and my cool. I found the best way to do both those things was to
hold onto his head while he gave my cock the best bath I could ever imagine
getting at school. His fingers started grasping my ass. There was a jar of
something, not holy water, on the desk and he stuck a finger into it, and
then stuck the same finger up my butt hole. It slid right in, slick as a
whistle. OK, now this was getting serious. My cock was aching with
pleasure, my balls were going into overdrive, and now I had his finger up
my ass, working in and out, while his other hand was holding my balls and
working them with his fingers and his palm. Too much! I blasted out my
newly developed ability to shoot cum. I shot into his mouth, and he didn't
miss a beat. He kept on sucking gently and tongue-massaging the whole time,
but he did slip his finger in farther than anything had ever been in my
butt, and held it there as I came. I came. I breathed again.

Father Harold straightened up. "Well, I think we have learned something."
What I was learning was that he gave great head, and now he had an enormous
bulge in the front of his priest robe. He went to the door and looked
out. "Oh, Sister, there you are, please come in."

"Oh, he doesn't have any pants on," she astutely observed. You can't fool a
grade school principal, they know a bare ass boy when they see one.

"I had to test him, Sister. I think we can accept his assurance that he is
unable to generate an erection, so he must be innocent."

"Really?"

"Yes, in fact you may want to test him yourself while he is in position to
be tested."

"Well, maybe I should," she decided, and all of a sudden I had another
mouth sucking on my very tired cock. Now, since I had just come, I figured
I wouldn't be able to get it up again right away, and Father Harold
probably thought the same thing, so I would pass Sister's potency test with
failing colors. Funny thing though, Sister was a damn good cocksucker, and
her fingers, with the same gunk from the jar on her desk, were even nicer
than Father Harold's fat fingers. I held onto her head for dear life as I
felt my cock rising. It was actually a little achy from the extensive use,
but soon I was distracted by something that took my mind off my achy,
brakey, cock. Father Harold had never lost his bulge, but while Sister was
giving me another dose of head, Father Harold was getting a dose of tail,
and Sister was getting a cock up her walk.

Father Harold had opened his priest robe enough for me to see a prodigious
erection. It was pink and rosy, much like his face, and his hair around his
cock was the same ginger as the hair on his head. After brandishing his
impressive tool, he stepped behind Sister, who was bent over a bit to get
her face into my crotch, and was focused on sucking and massaging my cock
and balls, with a finger in and out of my butt. Father Harold hoisted her
skirts as he hoisted his petard, and he thrust into the Sister of Charity's
Love Tunnel. She gulped a little when his eagle landed in her nest, but she
kept up her ministrations.

We were quite the threesome. I was standing mostly naked on a chair in
front of a nun who was blowing me with gusto, while she was receiving a
full-throttled fucking from the priest standing behind her, the same priest
who had already sucked my pre-teen cum about 15 minutes ago. I realized we
were ALL getting laid in one way or another, and it was pretty cool. Plus,
I doubted I was in any trouble..

I came. Sister sucked it all down, wasted not a drop. She held onto the
arms of the chair as Father Harold lurched and spasmed, and she came
immediately after. They were gasping. She turned around and sucked all the
cum off his cock so he could put it away clean, then she lay on her back on
the floor, and had me clean her cunt with those moist wipes that come in a
plastic tube, kind of like the ones you use when changing a baby's
diaper. Her desk was prepared for all eventualities. I got to examine the
oldest cunt I had ever seen, and to look at it while cum was flowing out of
it. Not my come, but Father Harold's. OK, not every pre-teen's dream, but
educational nonetheless. Apparently Father Harold and Sister Superior had
more going on than would meet the eye, except mine eyes had seen the glory.

Sister Superior was the first to speak, "Well, young man, it appears you
were not totally truthful about your ability to achieve an erection, but
granted that it is highly unlikely that you would have had any help in the
classroom, and I did have to test you for some minutes before you actually
responded, I will accept your explanation. I think we should consider this
case closed, and there should be no further discussion of either the
accusations, nor the resolution, of this affair. You are free to go."

But Father Harold had something to say, "I concur with Sister, and by the
way, your application to become an altar boy is hereby approved. You have
demonstrated knowledge and diligence, and by that I am referring to your
academic record, and I believe you would make a fine altar boy. In fact,
your initiation will be Saturday morning, to help me clearing the garden of
the summer remains and weeds, so I can prepare for winter planting. I
expect you to show up at 9AM, and expect to spend about 3 hours. This is
normal for all new altar boys, to demonstrate this honor is important
enough to them that they will work for it."

"Absolutely, Father, and, Sister, if you need any special chores done at
the convent any time, I would certainly be willing to help out, and lend
you a helping hand. Thank you for exonerating me."

I suppose at this point I might have pointed out the scandal that was soon
to befall the Church, regarding priests sexually abusing young boys, and
how the Boston Globe would eventually write a damning series of articles,
naming names. All hell would break loose in the Church, and the sins of the
father would become public knowledge. Of course, I believe that taking
advantage of, and hurting, youngsters is not defensible, but I also
recognize, as has been pointed out by serious writers like Dan Savage in
the early 21st century, that love with a youngster that neither hurts nor
impedes the youngster's growth and development is really not such a bad
thing. In truth, in my case, I was not being taken advantage of. I knew
full well what was going on, and in fact was actively pursuing it with the
mind of an experienced person. I was in reality better educated than my
teachers, and more intelligent than the priest who was getting his jollies
with me. I was not being hurt one bit, so why should I rain on their
parade? I was also hoping against hope that I would have an opportunity to
learn the mysteries of the convent. I think I may have just made a first
baby step in that direction, and I am sure there is more to learn.

My parents were happy and enthusiastic that I was being selected for altar
boys, and were perfectly happy with my giving my Saturday morning to my
"initiation" in the garden of the rectory. They never suspected any tree of
the knowledge of good and evil existed, but I had my suspicions. All in
good time. This little benefit also made it easier for my big sis to get my
parents to approve of my accompanying her on her "babysitting job for the
two little boys of John and Mary". You know, and I know, there was no
babysitting involved, but my parents only knew that a couple who lived a
couple blocks away were willing to pay $5/hour for my sister to take care
of their two little boys from 5-8 PM, and in the early 60's, $5 was well
above the going rate. She needed me though, because I could actually play
with the boys better than her, and she would share the money with me. The
plan was in motion for Saturday evening.

Saturday comes:

Saturday morning, promptly at 9AM I showed up for work, in my jeans and
t-shirt. The weather was still quite nice, especially for late October. To
my surprise, I was not alone. Dickie, the current favorite altar boy, was
likewise helping in the garden. I did not care for Dickie much, but he
fitted the overall image of "favorite" altar boy. He was a little chubby,
his secondary masculine sexual traits were not well developed for his age;
he might have looked like what you would expect from a Vienna choir boy, or
a eunuch. But he was in his last year of the elementary school (included
grades 1-8) and would be off to high school next year, no longer serving in
the altar boys. I used to be chubby, but ever since my "reincarnation" I
had stopped eating so many desserts because I knew where that was leading,
and I had a better sense of self-discipline than I had the first time
around.

Anyway, we worked hard in the garden for about an hour, and got pretty much
everything we needed to get done, finished. We were dirty and
sweaty. Father Harold was impressed that I seemed to understand intuitively
what to do with a garden. I think he was also getting impressed with my
muscular development, in fact, I was something of a contrast to Dickie, but
if Father had previously thought that only pudgy boys would be susceptible
to his approaches, our Monday morning "investigation" had opened his mind
to the possibilities.

"Well boys, you have done a great job here, but I don't want to send you
home to your mothers all dirty and smelling bad, so let's go get cleaned
up."

The housekeeper smiled at us as we came in, and she shook her head silently
as we went upstairs. Father ran a tub, a pretty large tub, probably because
rectories frequently housed older fat priests, with warm water and some
liquid soap. "Hop in boys, we'll get the dirt off you, and maybe we'll get
a treat afterwards", he smiled.

Dickie was starting to show some hair around his pubics, and maybe a little
under his arms. I think he was outgrowing Father's image of an attractive
boy, and he knew it. While Father went to fetch some towels, he said "So
you're thinking you can be the new favorite, are you? Well let me tell you
something, I am still number one, and don't you get pushy. I get the
Saturday wedding masses, and the tips, and I get the schooldays funerals
where I get out of class for a couple hours. Don't try to take that stuff
from me, or you will be sorry."

"No problem", I said.  "I don't need the tips, and most funerals have 4
altar boys anyway for the incense and holy water. There's plenty to go
around". By now we were both naked and standing in the tub. "Let's just go
along with this and start soaping each other".

Dickie was surprisingly responsive to my friendlier approach, and sure
enough, we started soaping each other up, and actually enjoying the bath in
this strange new environment. We are both uncircumcised, and we started
washing each other's cocks and balls, sliding the foreskins back and forth
with our soapy hands. I got on my hands and knees, facing away from him,
and told him to soap my ass crack. He went straight for it, soaping it
thoroughly, and then cleaning my insides with his finger. In fact, he did
this a few times, and then figured out he could do that, and reach under
through my legs and work my cock at the same time. This was cool, in the
priest's rectory bath tub getting my ass, cock, and balls all soaped and
cleaned by a pudgy altar boy. I wondered if he had ever done this with
Father. In any event, he was giggling and doing a pretty darn good job, and
then suggested switching around. But just then, Father came back.

Smiling at the scene, he announced, "Boys, I have to piss really badly, so
I am just going to go ahead and do it. I am sure you are not offended", we
assured him we were not. We both watched as he pissed a hard stream into
the toilet, then, with his cock still out, went to the sink to wash his
cock head. We must have looked a bit surprised, because he explained
himself. "Well, I see you both are not circumcised. That is a good
thing. Those poor Jew boys are all circumcised, and so they do not have a
foreskin to protect their sensitive little penis head, so it gets toughened
up and is less sensitive. That means they don't feel as much with it, and
when they reach sexual maturity, they can't enjoy the feelings as much. You
will not have that problem. But, there is something you need to
know. Because you piss through that layer of skin, if you are not real
careful your prick will sometimes start to smell bad when you pull the
foreskin back, so cleanliness is VERY important. I always wash my penis
when I piss at home, and keep it clean, sometimes with peppermint soap. Let
me show you how clean is looks and smells!".

With that he presented his penis to us, with his foreskin pulled back. "See
how nice it is, nice enough that you probably want to see if it tastes as
fresh as it smells,".

That sounded like a hint, so I took the hint. This was a big cock for a
pre-teen mouth, but I did pretty well with it. I sucked on it for him,
working it with my mouth as well as possible. While I sucked and licked,
and drooled all over it, Dickie continued to soap my cock. When he called
for his turn, I let him take over the cock-sucking. I took over the cock
fondling. Our motions were causing some splashing, so it seemed a good idea
for Father to take his clothes off, and squeeze into the tub with us. He
stood between us, while we kneeled. Dickie sucked his cock like a pro, and
I started soaping his ass crack and reached through to soap his
balls. Dickie's mouth was not big enough to suck cock and balls, so Father
was getting his knob washed in Dickie's mouth, while his balls were getting
washed by my hands, and his ass was getting washed and fingered by my other
hand. I think this was the first time Father had done a 3-way, and he was
really getting off on this. He started to work his penis back and forth in
Dickie's mouth, and Dickie responded by working that cock with his tongue
and cheeks on the forward thrust, and then sucking the head of the cock
with his lips on the withdrawal. I started fingering his ass with the same
rhythm, fingering in deep on his backward thrust, and teasing the rim on
his forward thrust. If I had another hand I could have jerked myself, but
my poor neglected hardon just had to do without for now. Dickie's hands
were on the priest's hips in order to control his rhythm, so his cock was
likewise neglected. Father was totally getting his rocks off, and we had
stiffies that begged for attention and wiggled and swayed with our
motions. Then Father cried out some kind of Latin prayer and totally went
into a full body spasm, and shot multiple load of cum into Dickie's mouth,
while Dickie kept his lips plastered shut on Father's cock, taking every
shot like a man. As Father sunk to his knees, Dickie let some cum drool
from his mouth into the bathwater. He was pretty tired out from the sun,
the garden, and the apple of knowledge of good and evil. I admit, I was a
little frustrated with my role, but both of them were too beat to start
another chapter.

Father Harold watched us get dressed then brought us downstairs where the
housekeeper gave us cookies and milk for being such good helpers. I noticed
she never looked any of us in the eye, but was praying on her rosary beads
whenever not actually serving the treats. Obviously to me, I was not the
first "favorite" to bathe in the warmth of the rectory.

Although we gardeners were clean, our clothes were not. When I came home my
Mom and sister were in the kitchen, where Sis was having some milk and
something to eat. I went into the kitchen, where my Mom was sorting out
laundry to be cleaned, and said hi, gave my mother a kiss on the cheek and
told her we had done a really good job gardening and Father Harold was
suitably impressed. This pleased her of course. I said I was going to go to
my room and change my clothes, but Mom stopped me.

"You are not going to track that mud and clippings and grass stains
upstairs, young man. Give me those dirty clothes right now; they need to be
go into the laundry!".

"Mom, Janice is right here, you don't want me to take these off in front of
her!".

"Oh, for Pete's sake, stop making such a big deal about it,".

I shrugged, and removed my shoes, socks, t-shirt, jeans, and underwear and
dropped them into the nearest laundry basket.

"Oh, for Pete's sake! I didn't mean to take off your underwear, your sister
is sitting right here!". Apparently, we cared deeply about Pete's sake,
whoever he is, and whatever that was.

I was still facing them, and protested I was only doing what she told me to
do. My mother informed me it was very inappropriate for my sister to see me
naked, and for me to have exposed myself. Of course, as the back and forth
continued, I was always up for a good debate, I continued to be starkers
and facing them directly. Mom was very distressed and embarrassed that my
unfortunate sister would be witness to such an egregious faux pas on my
part, but what of my sister's reaction? Well, she thought this was so
funny, and was so caught by surprise by my flashing exposure, that she
started to laugh with a mouth full of milk, tried to control herself so she
wouldn't spit it out, but lost out to nature when her laughing and coughing
drove the milk right up and out her nose. My Mom is beside herself, I am
nude (but not stiff), and my sister is oozing milk out her nose, when in
walks little Allison.

"How come you are showing Mom and Janice your thing? And why does Janice
have milk coming out her nose, and why is Mom waving her arms? Hey, your
little thing looks funny", and in her childlike (well, she in fact is a
child at about 5 years old) innocence she reached out and wiggled my little
penis like it was a toy.

Well, that blew Mom's mind. She screamed and collapsed into a kitchen
chair, and told me in no uncertain terms to get myself up to my room and
get dressed. And my father would talk to me later about this. I chuckled
inwardly, as I knew my father had no desire at all to get into a
"discussion" (or debate) about what just happened, and why, and whether or
not it was my fault. I, on the other hand, would welcome such a debate. For
whatever reason I was lately finding myself engaging in debates with my
father about things I considered reasonable, and things he considered
unquestionable because he had always followed the rules, and did not
question them. I was enjoying these debates more than he was, because I
think I have a bigger ego than he does, and he just wants to do the right
thing and not have to wonder why.

But that would not be tonight. Tonight Sis and I had a "babysitting" gig,
which was going to be truly revolutionary when we played the proper dining
and serving staff, in the nude, for John and Mary's off group of adult
friends. And we were getting paid $50 each for about 3 hours work. Totally
rad!