Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2012 15:20:46 -0500 From: no one special here Subject: Church Bells Chapter 1 This story is based on actual events. Names have been changed to protect the privacy of those involved. Places have remained the same to keep the integrity of the story true. This story is not to be copied or duplicated in any way without my expressed written consent. If you are under the age of 18, it's illegal for you to on nifty. Therefore you need to leave this site immediately. Or if these types of stories are illegal for you to view where you live, also leave this site immediately. This story is about teenage boy on boy sexual experiences. If this is not your cup of tea then you will want to back out of this story now. Hope you enjoy the story. _____________________________________________________________ This story begins in the summer. It is hot and humid and the stickiness that accompanies any such tropical paradise. I live in Dania, Florida. I have lived there all my life up to that point. I grew up in the same neighborhood, went to the same school and attended the same church. Most people were happy here. Not too many people ever moved away. I live with both my parents. We live on Southwest 7th street. My church also shared the same street. I lived about five houses down from my church. I attended church every chance I got. From Sunday mornings and nights to Wednesday's nights and occasionally events in between. The church's name was Dania Heights Baptist Church. My name is Joey. I am a 13 year old and very tall for my age. I stand to the height of about 5'9. I have dark brown hair and piercing brown eyes. I have a stocky build. Not fat mind you but broad of shoulder. I still have a bit of baby fat left but not too much. My stomach is flat. I weigh about 170 lbs. I am not thick with muscle but my muscles do show from all the sports I play and just being constantly active. I have smooth and clear tan skin except for my tan lines beneath my underwear of course. I have thick eyebrows and extremely long eyelashes or so I'm told. Also, they tell me that I look like Elvis Presley in his early years. Anyways enough about me. Funny thing, friendships. Sometimes they come and go like the tail of the winds. I can remember being friends with Billy C. and the next time we're enemies. We attended the same church and saw each other often. I believe it was the competition between two boys that our friendship swayed so. Trying to out do the other in just about everything we did. From choir to plays and sometimes in Sunday school or our youth group. We'd try to outshine the other. It all started when our youth group had gone on a canoe and camp trip that Billy C. and I became really close. Not sexually close but friendship close. I believe that that trip ended the competition between us and something new grew in its place. Let me tell you a bit about Billy C. He is 14 years old and of average height. He is a head shorter than me. He has shaggy, dirty blond hair with blues eyes. He has smooth clear skin and freckles. Not too many freckles but just enough to make him look cute. He is a skinny butt. Not one bit of fat on him. His muscles don't really show. He has an average build. Now, I've been sexually active since the age of 5(see other story; Crescendo of Kev and Joe that's still in the works). Mostly with boys. I did experiment with a girl a couple of times. Pray tell, I didn't enjoy it as much with a girl. What I didn't understand at that young age, is why all my friends wanted to fool around with me. I did know what "fag" and "gay" meant but I never really thought about it until just recently. I wasn't sure what I was. The only thing I knew was that I liked being with boys. I wasn't interested in girls at all. I was kind a confused but I still went on doing things with boys. It all happened a couple of weeks after the canoe and camping trip. Billy C. and I were in Sunday School. After our teacher dismissed us, we went to hang outside until church began. We usually had about twenty minutes before the sermon actually started. We ended up being alone with each other. "Hey", Billy said, " Lets play truth or dare". "I guess", I replied hesitantly. "How about over there behind the wall", Billy continued after my acknowledgement. Now, what he meant behind the wall was this. Behind our church there were houses. One of the houses had a culvert corner right next to his carport which I had never seen used. It hid you from sight. Billy walked over to behind the wall with me in tow. We both leaned up against the wall. There was an awkward silence for a few seconds. "You first", Billy said, breaking the silence. "Okay", I said, " Truth or Dare?" "Dare", Billy stated. I hesitated. I didn't know what dare to place on the table. I was becoming completely aroused. I could feel my church pants tenting up. What to dare him I thought to myself. I really did want to see what Billy C. had down there. "Whip it out", I dared. Billy C. nodded. He began loosing his belt. Then, he fumbled for a moment while he unbuttoned his church pants. Proceeded to unzip them. I saw his tented tighty-whities. He hooked his fingers in the front of his undies and pulled them down. It was breathtaking. I could see all that God had given Billy C. He had the biggest cock I had ever seen. This is no lie, he must've been at least ten inches long and very thick. His gland was thicker than his cock and that is saying something. I saw his cock twitch and the huge vein in it began to pulse. He had a sparse bit of blondish brown pubes right above his shaft. I didn't dare take my eyes off this beautiful sight. "Truth or Dare?", Billy C. asks. "Dare", I retorted. "Touch it", Billy C. says. thought about it for a moment. I didn't want to seem too eager. I slowly moved my hand down to where his cock was. I reach out and wrapped my hand around his shaft. I could feel the warmth emanating from his groin. The silky hardness of his skin sent my head spinning. I could feel the blood pulsating through his cock. I released it. "Truth or Dare?" I returned to him. "Dare", he spoke. "Touch mine", I dared him. He took a hold of my belt. Unfastened it. Billy C. unbuttoned my pants and unzipped my zipper. He hooked his fingers into the front of my blue jockeys and pulled down, releasing my cock from it's hiding place. He stared at it for a bit before he took a hold of my shaft. Now, I'm no where near as big as Billy C. was. I was maybe four to five inches long hard. He continued to hold on to my cock while slowly jerking me off. I knew what would happen if I let him continue this for too long. "Ding, Dong", the bells cried out in the tune of "Amazing Grace". We both looked at each other. Smiled then broke out in hearty laughter. We both tucked ourselves back in and made ourselves presentable. We made our way into the auditorium. As the ushers gave us our booklet, Billy C. nudges me to follow him. We made our way into the mothers' room or crying room. It was a room in the back right of the auditorium. It had a window to look out of and see the whole shebang. We had a seat. After everyone had taken their seats and the piano played, Billy slid his hands into my pants. He didn't even undo my belt. I did, however, lease the tension on my belt for easier access. I reached over and stuck my hand into Billy C.'s pants. We both sat there and played with each others' cocks. It was wonderfully wrong. We both knew it was but still, we kept on. When we had to stand and sing, we did. When we sat back down, our hands went into each others' pants. When the deacons came around with the offering plates, we stopped. When they were gone we resumed. We did this all the way until the end of the service. It was a taboo I never even thought of. ____________________________________________________________________________ This is the short chapter. It goes on throughout the summer. Wait and see what happens next. If you enjoyed this short piece let me know at www.huff_da_man@live.com . Thanks for reading