Date: Sat, 29 Oct 2022 20:37:10 +0000 (UTC) From: James Breitbart Subject: Skinnydip Creek Chapter 8 The next round of sleepovers took place the following Saturday. In addition to Wyatt, Matty, and Kevin, I would be joined by my cousins and the other boys on the creek committee. Since it was an older crowd, Mom and Dad arranged to spend the evening with their respective lovers and left me with instructions not to burn the house down. I started the evening by going with Matty to drop Amir off at the Fritzes. Mrs. Fritz ran the local art gallery, and I wanted to talk up Matty's photography skills in hopes she'd let him exhibit some of his work. She ended up commissioning a family portrait session -- Matty's third client after my parents and Aunt Jackie. She was also one of the school board candidates we'd recruited and provided an update on her petition -- just 53 signatures shy of the threshold, which she was confident she could get after church on Sunday. We got back to the house just as the others were starting to arrive. Scott and Ricky brought plenty of weed to share, and we decided to smoke it before ordering pizza from Papa Mario's. Matty wanted to take pictures, but Scott and Ricky didn't want any incriminating evidence, so he had to make sure they weren't in any of the shots. The rest of us took our joints out on the lawn while they watched from the porch. Most of the pictures Matty ended up taking were of me exhaling smoke and goofing off for the camera, but he got a couple of each of the other guys -- one each posed with a joint and one where it was clear they were stoned but the joint wasn't actually visible. I made Scott get a picture of Matty blowing smoke in my face and then one of us kissing just before we finished off the weed. Both Jimmie and I get horny when we smoke, and Jimmie wanted me to suck his toes again. I had an even better idea. "Ricky and Kevin, line up sat on the porch swing. Jimmie, Erik, and Adrian, you sit on the railing opposite them." "What, are we going to jerk each other off?" "No, Matty and I are going to go down the line." "And what am I doing while all this is going on?" Scott asked. I had excluded him from the line-up because I knew that he was under no circumstances willing to have sex with another boy. "You're taking pictures." I knelt down in front of Jimmie, giving his feet all the attention my heart desired, while Mattie did the same thing to Ricky. When I'd had my fill, I stripped naked and undid Jimmie's fly. I sucked his dick until I could hear his breathing get shallower, then stroked him until he shot his load on my face and chest. I repeated the procedure with Erik while Matty moved from Ricky to Kevin. By the time I'd finished with Erik, Adrian had figured out what was going on and stripped naked. Having one less cock to get through, Matty got behind me and began kissing the exposed soles of my feet. When I sat up to start sucking Adrian's cock, he spread my ass cheeks and began working my anus with his tongue. I'd never had anyone do that before and it felt incredible. "Can someone get him the Vaseline?" I moaned. Ricky complied, and once Adrian had given me a facial, Matty began working it into my butt. "Scott, get some pictures of my face while he fucks me." Scott knelt beside us to get the pictures. I squatted on the porch with my legs apart, and Matty pushed his cock up into me. We had been together several times over the past two weeks, taking turns in the active and passive positions, so by this point Matty knew what he was doing. We soon found a rhythm, and he stroked my cock with one hand while the other wrapped around my chest, pressing me against his warm body. I bucked back against him as I climaxed, stimulating him to release his seed into my bowels. Scott used the last exposure on the film roll to get a snapshot of Matty and I, drenched in semen and sweat, fully nude, and grinning our asses off for the camera. I ordered the pizzas -- three large deluxes, a pepperoni, and two dozen garlic rolls. Since Scott was the only one wearing clothes by this point, he was drafted into waiting for them and paying the delivery guy while the rest of us cleaned off in the pool. When the pizzas arrived, we ate them with a couple of beers each on the pool deck, since it was okay to sit naked on the outdoor furniture. Scott quietly took out his wallet and phone and laid them on the table next to his watch, realizing that he was likely to get thrown in the pool fully clothed. His premonition came true, and we spent the rest of the evening in the pool with the lights on. We found that we were too inebriated to have much success with pool ball and settled for splashing each other and giggling. When we were ready for bed, we decided to spread our sleeping bags out in the living room. Adrian and Scott both took a sleeping bag to themselves on opposite sides of the room, neither being particularly interested in cuddling. Erik and Ricky had taken an interest in each other over the course of the evening and spread their sleeping bags out on the floor, with one used as padding and one used as a blanket. The rest of us lined up in a row with two sleeping bags on the floor and two serving as blankets. Matty and I got in the middle, with Jimmie spooning me and Wyatt spooning Matty. I woke up to the sound of the kitchen door closing behind Mom as she came back into the house from her evening with Uncle Fred and extricated myself from the cuddle pile. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," Mom whispered. "It's fine. I need to clean up the pool deck, anyway." "Do the porch while you're at it. There's a pile of clothes out there that makes it look like you boys were Raptured." I put the empty pizza boxes and beer bottles in the recycling and retrieved Scott's clothes where he'd left them by the table. The other clothes were lying where we'd taken them off on the porch, wet with morning dew. It wasn't a problem, because I knew that everyone had brought church clothes to change into. Attending the host's church, the morning after a Saturday sleepover was fairly common throughout the South, as it ensured that all participants would get their required weekly dose of religion without having to be picked up early the next morning. On this particular occasion, it also furthered my plan to convert Matty. To save time and water, we showered in two groups of four, Matty and I in the group with Kevin and Adrian. We had just enough time for a quickie, which I reasoned would prevent the potential embarrassment of an erection while I was serving as an acolyte. My fellow acolytes that week were Adam, Mary Whaley, and Ashlee Marsh. We met after Sunday School in the vestry, where our robes were stored. I also kept a pair of black shoes and socks in the vestry. Acolytes were required to wear black shoes to match, but during the summer I didn't want them on my feet any longer than I needed to complete my duties. Normally, I was the only acolyte to show up to the vestry barefoot, so I was surprised when I got there to see that Mary Whaley's feet were as naked as mine, and she didn't seem to have a pair of shoes with her. Reverend Whaley showed up in the vestry once the four of us had assembled and explained what was going on. "The Old Testament reading for today will be from Exodus where God tells Moses to take his shoes off before approaching the burning bush, and I thought it might help illustrate my point if the four of you had your shoes off during the service." "So that's why you wanted me to serve today," I remarked. "Precisely." When the reading had finished, I stood in front of the altar and lifted my cassock, exposing my bare feet to the congregation. I could see Mom holding back a sigh, but Reverend Whaley quickly explained things. "As you can see, Sam and our other acolytes have followed Moses' example and are serving with bare feet today. Now, if you know Sam, you know he's barefooted about any chance he gets, but I can assure you all, especially Sam's momma, that I actually asked him not to wear shoes this morning for sound scriptural reasons." The congregation shared a polite chuckle, and Reverend Whaley explained that he had often thought about Moses taking his shoes off on Mount Sinai when he performed chapel services at Ramsey, when first-year students in attendance were barefoot during the initiation period for the First Frost Club. The traditional explanation for the verse was that tracking in dirt from outside would make the consecrated temple unclean, but Moses was standing on top of a mountain, which presumably had dirt on it already. After reflecting, Reverend Whaley had realized that we walk more carefully when we aren't wearing shoes and decided that God wanted us to tread lightly on the holy ground. "...and then I got to thinking. Aren't you and I and all the other children of God holy, too? And doesn't that mean that we need to tread lightly with one another?" Reverend Whaley got into the meat of the sermon, the biblical injunction to treat one another with kindness and tenderness, using `treading lightly' as an extended metaphor. He made an explicit reference to the presidential election, but not the controversy over the creek, and implored the congregation to extend tread lightly with their neighbors, even as heated public debates tempted them to kick one another in the shins. He finished the sermon by having the remaining acolytes come up to the front and show their feet and announced that from here on out he would be asking acolytes to serve barefoot. "And if any other young folks, or old folks too for that matter, want to come to church barefoot, we can all take that as a reminder that we're on holy ground wherever we go, and remember to tread lightly with our brothers and sisters in Christ." We were dismissed to collect the plates for the offering, which we handed to the ushers and then retrieved after they'd been passed around. After that it was time for the Eucharist, which the acolytes received first. Typically, we received the host quickly and got back to our seats, but today I knelt at the communion rail, showing off my soles to the congregation, and said a quick prayer that God would make it easier for me to love my enemies, particularly those who were trying to ruin my fun at the creek and Mr. Farrelli, whose shins I was sorely tempted to kick. God, it appears, has a sick sense of humor, because I was delivered a fresh batch of temptation by the Mountain Review. We had decided to eat lunch at the Town Square Deli rather than host a Sunday Dinner because all three of us had been up late and Mom didn't feel like cooking. There was a set of news racks on the sidewalk outside, and I noticed the Review's headline. "Bartlett's Elite Maintains Façade of Conservative Values in Public, Lives the High Life in Private." Knowing that any mention of Bartlett in that paper wasn't a good thing, I bought a copy. The front page was dominated by a picture of Robbie Atkinson planting a kiss on another boy, presumably at App State. In case anybody missed the point, the diamond stud in his right ear was quite prominent. The article itself combined an exhaustive rundown of Robbie's dating life at App State (apparently, he had joined what was known as the `gay fraternity,' which made me wonder if a similar organization existed at Chapel Hill), combined with a rehash of the article it had run about my Dad two years earlier. It went on to discuss me personally. "Murchison's only son, Samuel, is a regular at Skinnydip Creek, and according to our confidential source, is often seen there exchanging sexual favors for drugs and alcohol." It was a technically accurate statement, at least if you consider weed and nicotine drugs, but I didn't think it was any of the paper's business. Word about the article got around fast. By supper time, my parents had received telephone calls from three of the four members of the town council to say how outraged they were that my name was getting dragged through the mud like that. On the other hand, Jeff Osborne had it on good authority that the church was beginning disciplinary proceedings against both Robbie Atkinson (for homosexual behavior) and his parents (for tolerating homosexual behavior) that could lead to excommunication if they didn't repent. Jeff was worried about his own future if any more information about the creek leaked. Around eight that night, Matty showed up with Sophia and Amir in tow. He had a fresh black eye that I knew came from his father and wanted to know how I was handling it. "I'm more concerned about you right now."