Date: Sun, 08 Aug 2021 21:51:25 +0000 From: EntirelyAwesome Subject: Church Boys - Chapter One Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction; this story may depict sexual acts between young and adolescent boys. If reading such a story is illegal where you reside, please do not read any farther. This work of fiction belongs to the author and should not be re-posted or reproduced without his permission. Generous donations from readers like you support this amazing platform, please consider contributing to Nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/ *** Church Boys - Chapter One *** Finn woke from his nap on the bench seat, he had been awaken by the constant remember of how hungry he was. Looking outside semi-crowded the bus station windows, he could see it was already getting dark outside so he must have slept longer than he had planned near the boarding area. Yawning and stretching like a cat, Finn stood then walked the short distance to the men's room to pee--with any luck, he would also be able to make a few bucks so he could buy some food. He hadn't eaten much today, or yesterday, now that he thought of it, and his stomach felt empty. Standing at the urinal, Finn waited for his bladder to relax just as he heard someone enter the room behind him. A middle-aged man approached him from behind then took the urinal next to him to his right just as his stream of urine finally started to flow. Once finished, Finn zipped his fly then carefully slid his foot beneath the small divider separating them and gently touched the man's polished, leather loafer. "Shall we go to one of he stalls?" the man asked in a hushed voice. Finn walked to the nearest stall and sat on the rim of he toilet then waited. A few seconds later, the man entered, closing and locking the small door behind him. "How much for a blow job?" "Twenty bucks," Finn replied, looking up from his seated position. Removing his wallet, the man produced a $20 bill then handed it to Finn, who quickly pocketed the money before opening his client's fly and fishing out the huge, semi-hard cock. After stroking it for a few seconds to make it more firm, Finn opened his mouth to let the man inside. While sucking and stroking the dick, Finn wondered how long this would take because his rumbling tummy was yearning for real food--not just some stranger's cum. After about five minutes, the man final began breathing irregularly and moving his hips in rhythm with his sucking. Ordinarily, Finn didn't mind if it took a long time or not, dick sucking was something he had learned to enjoy, but this evening he was in a hurry to feed himself so he could possibly sleep properly tonight. "Ugh..ugh..." the man moaned quietly as his cock shot a load into Finn's mouth and down his throat. Once the orgasm had subsided, the man wiped his cock using tissue paper then tucked himself away before exiting the stall--without even a `thank you' or `good job.' After the man had departed, Finn emerged from the stall then walked to the row of metal sinks to wash his hands and rinse out his mouth. His reflection stared back at him from the mirror, he noticed the puffy bags under his emerald green eyes and noticed his auburn hair was getting a little too long--he would have to get it cut somehow soon or people might begin to guess he was really just a homeless 12-year-old boy. *** Finn walked directly to the bus station's food court and purchased a burger, fries, and a soda. He knew it was a lavish meal, but it had been so long since he had decent food, it was worth every penny, he devoured it like a starving person. With the remainder of his money, Finn purchased some snacks and candy--this supply would have to last him until his next chance to make more money. Following his feast, Finn made his way back to the boarding area to take his seat on one of the benches near the rest rooms. He had discovered this was the best location to spot someone looking to hire a young boy for services. As luck would have it, Finn noticed a younger man, not far away from where he sat, checking him out. Finn made direct eye contact then looked away, just to be sure he was really interested, the boy slowly parted his legs and he put his hand on the crotch of his stained jeans--when he looked back again, the man was smiling back at him. "Yes," Finn thought to himself, the idea of making more money so soon made him excited. He might actually get to eat actual food two days in a row. Finn stood then walked slowly into the men's room to wait at the urinal. It was a short wait, the man followed him into the restroom then stood beside him in the next urinal. Finn slid his right foot over ever so gently to touch the man's left shoe, he looked up at the man and they both smiled. Finn lead the way into the same stall as he had visited earlier then sat on the toilet as the man closed the small door behind him. "What can I get for 50 bucks?" the man asked with a warm smile. "Whatever you want," Finn replied, "...but you gotta wear a condom." Finn could hardly believe his good luck, he knew that much money would last him for a few days--however, his excitement quickly evaporated when his client pulled out his wallet to reveal a police officer's badge. *** "How long have you been homeless?" Ms. Wright, the Child Protective Services worker, asked Finn once she had arrived and met with him at the police station. "Um...I dunno...about a month, I guess," Finn replied with a worried look on his face. "Where are your parents?" "My mom is in a `looney bin' somewhere and my dad's not in the picture." "Who took care of you a month ago?" "I used to live with my mom's sister and her kids...but I couldn't stay there anymore. It was just too many kids and not enough food, money, or anything. I used to sleep on the floor with my cousins `cause there wasn't even enough room for a bed." "How did you get here?" "Oh, I snuck onto a bus with another family and made it this far before they found out I didn't have a ticket. I got off the bus before they could call the cops and just stayed at the bus station." "I see...well you won't have to live at the bus station any longer," she said, giving the boy a warm motherly smile. "You gonna be put in jail, ma'am...?" "No, we don't lock up kids for being homeless. I'm taking you to a hospital, just for a wellness check, to make sure you are feeling okay. Next, we are going to find you a warm bed for you to sleep in tonight. I will contact your aunt tomorrow to learn more about your situation." "I...um...I don't wanna go back to my aunt. It ain't her fault my mom went nuts...and it ain't fair to make her take care of me along with her four other kids. She's a nice person, but they live in a one-bedroom apartment...that ain't enough space for all of us." Mr. Wright gently took Finn's small hand, "Don't worry, we won't send you someplace where they can't take care of you properly. Now let's get going so you can get some sleep tonight." *** Following the visit to the hospital, Ms. Wright drove Finn to the place where he would be sleeping that evening--and he could hardly believe his eyes when he saw how big the house was after she park the car. The 'house' was an enormous, renovated, old gothic church. The building was old, but everything about it was now updated and modern and it was illuminated with hundreds of Christmas lights. To Finn, it looked like a rich person's mansion. "Woah...who lives here...?" Finn asked, still amazed by the size of the home. "Actually, there are three families who live here and they foster kids, just like you." "There are other kids here...?" "Yes, there are kids around your age who live here...I'm sure you will fit in once you get to know them. Come on, it's late and we both need to get some sleep tonight." It was lightly snowing as Ms. Wright walked Finn to the large front door and was greeted by a pretty woman once they were let inside the spacious foyer, "Monica, this is Finn." The woman gave the boy a warm greeting and a hug, "It's really good to meet you, Finn," she said with a genuine smile, "...everyone else is asleep right now but you will get to meet them all in the morning." Turning to Ms. Wright, "Does Finn have any clothes or other belongings?" "No, just what he is wearing," Ms. Wright provided the proper paperwork to Monica. Finn was momentarily taken aback by the amazing-looking house. The main room, which was probably where all of the people sat when it used to be a church, was divided in two--to the right was a long dining table with benches and chairs--it reminded Finn of the dining hall from the Harry Potter movie, it looked like could seat a couple of dozen people. On the left side of the room, there were cozy-looking couches in front of a large fireplace next to a massive, brightly-lit Christmas tree. "Finn, I know it is late, but would you like to have something to eat?" Monica asked, after saying goodnight to Ms. Wright and walking her to the door. "Um...yes ma'am...I'm pretty hungry, if it's not too much trouble," Finn replied honestly, but not mentioning the fact he was generally always hungry. "All right, come with me," Monica lead Finn past the long dining table and the fireplace to an open kitchen with a long counter with a row of barstools, "...have a seat while I make you something." "Do you mind if I use the bathroom first?" "Yes, of course honey, there is a bathroom to your right," Monica replied, while gathering the ingredients she needed for Finn's meal. Finn found the room then did his business before washing his hands. Again, he found himself staring back at his own reflection in the bathroom mirror--only this time, he thought he looked totally out of place in such a nice house instead of a dingy bus station restroom. His clothes where dirty and he was sure he didn't smell too great. He now felt embarrassed and self-conscious about his appearance since the lady who offered him food was being so nice to him. "I hope you like grilled cheese sandwiches and left-over beef stew," Monica said once he returned from the bathroom and took his seat at the counter. Finn's mouth was already watering in anticipation, "That sounds great...I can't remember the last time I had home-cooked meal." Monica's heart broke a bit at the comment, it had reminded her of how her son, Holland, had been after they had found again him after several years. But she was also happy she would be able to show this boy the love and affection all kids deserve. It was the reason she and the other parents had decided to purchase the renovated church--so they could help kids like Finn. *** Finn devoured his meal quickly, Monica provided him a second bowl of beef stew, smiling at his adolescent appetite as she chatted with him while he inhaled his food. She had finished cleaning the kitchen by the time the boy had finished his second helping. Monica next lead Finn up a spiral staircase to an enormous loft where the bedrooms were located. She took him to an unoccupied guest room with its own private bath. "If you would like to take a shower before bed, there is body wash and towels in the bathroom. You can put your clothes down the laundry shoot and I will bring you something to wear...you look to be about the same size as some of the other boys." Once alone, Finn walked into the pretty bathroom and removed his clothes before tuning on the shower to warm up the water. While he waited, he looked down at his pale body. As always, his 12-year-old dick was pointing up at the ceiling surrounded by a few sprigs of bright red pubes. He was somewhat happy he was finally growing something down there so he didn't look like such a little boy. Although, some of the men he met at the bus station liked the fact he was basically hairless and had sometimes touched him there while he'd sucked their cocks. "Oh man..." Finn cooed once he was in the warm spray of the water. It was the first shower he'd had since--he couldn't remember the last time. He shampooed his hair then washed away the grim from his slender body. He had forgotten how good it felt to be clean with a full belly--so good, in fact, he began stroking his four-inch cock as he rinsed away the suds. He rarely jerked off these days because he was usually too preoccupied about getting his next meal--but now, he was warm and clean--and his dick ached for attention. "Oh...fuck me..." Finn said aloud as his balls unloaded rope after rope of nearly clear cum into the bottom of the bathtub. It had been so long since his last orgasm, his head swam a bit because of its intensity. He had to steady himself while he waited to fully recover. Finn dried himself using one of the fluffy bath towels from the stack on a shelf. Once dry, he did as instructed and put his foul-smelling clothes down the laundry shoot thing then wrapped the towel around his lean frame. He found Monica waiting for him in the bedroom--he immediately hoped she hadn't heard him jerking off in the bathtub. "Here are some pajamas for you and some clothes for you to wear tomorrow. I borrowed them from our boys...you can keep them until we can get you your own things." "Thank you so much," Finn said with honest humility, "...I ain't never had pajamas before...I've always slept in just my drawers." Again, Monica was touched by the boy's humble sincerity--however, it still made her a bit sad to know how some children are deprived of basic comforts, like a warm set of pajamas. She turned her back to Finn to provide him a bit of privacy while he dropped his towel and pulled on the pajamas. Once dressed for bed, Monica tucked the boy in and wished him goodnight, "Tomorrow morning, you will get to meet everyone and I know they will all be excited to get to know you." "I...uh...I really appreciate ya for letting' me stay here tonight...I kinda thought they were gonna put me in jail for livin' at the bus station." "You are welcome, Finn. We are so glad to have you with us, sweet dreams." With that, Monica gave the boy a kiss on the cheek then turned off the bedroom light before she left for bed herself. Finn slowly drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face because he couldn't believe he was getting to sleep in a real bed and--for the first time in a long time--he wasn't hungry. *** "Hey...you awake...?" the small boy said quietly, shaking his identical twin awake early the following morning while they lay cuddled together in bed. "Mmm...I am now," his 8-year-old brother responded, stretching like a cat underneath the warm covers. "Let's do the thing..." "Um, okay...but, I get to be on top this time..." The young boys both removed their pajamas before Towns climbed on top of his brother, Taylor, both of their little peckers where already rock hard and poking up and away from their smooth, preadolescent bodies. The twins really liked the `naked game' and played it whenever they could since having discovered it from their older brothers, Tyde and Holland, after they had `accidentally' went into their room when they had heard strange noises and caught them playing the naked game together. The older boys wouldn't tell them how to play the game, so Towns and Taylor had to figure it out for themselves. But once they did, it was the best thing they had ever tried--and they loved playing it. Towns began rubbing his small, stiff pecker together with Taylor's little dick while lying on top of his twin. The good feeling started almost immediately, both boys smiled at each other as they began grinding into one another. "Can you feel it starting...?" Towns asked, his balls already tingling, knowing the `good feeling' would arrive soon. "Yeah, it's getting closer...keep going...faster..." Taylor's breathing increased as he spoke. Towns moved his naked little-boy bottom faster as he rubbed his pecker against his brother's identical dick--the tingling was so much, it was almost more than he could take. "I feel it starting...I feel it...mmmm...." Taylor's small body shook with pleasure as the waves of electricity washed over him. Towns felt his twin spasm and he also began to feel the same good feeling he always does when they play the naked game. His breathing became ragged as he tried to speak, "I feel it n-n-now...!" Both boys laughed and hugged each other once the good feeling began to pass and they could again breath normally. "Wow...that sure was fun, huh?" Taylor remarked, still hugging his brother. "I know, right...?" The two sweet boys continued holding each other close, not bothering to put their pajamas back on, until they both fell back to sleep in each other's arms, only to be awaken a bit later by their mom, Monica, because it was time for breakfast. The two young boys made their way, still naked, to the bathroom they shared with their older brothers. In the hallway, they heard familiar noises coming from behind Tyde and Holland's closed bedroom door. The sounds made them both giggle aloud because they knew the two older boys were also having a good time playing the naked game this morning. Towns and Taylor walked into the large bathroom shared by all of the boys in the house. Two of the boys, 13-year-old Cade and Ashton, where already in the bathroom brushing teeth and washing faces at the long row of sinks. "G'moring T&T," Ashton greeted the young nudists with a cheerful smile as they entered the room," I see you are wearing your `causal attire' today." Both twins giggled and together gave Ashton a warm, naked, morning hug. Of all the older boys now living with them in the large house, Ashton was their favorite--after their brother, Tyde, of course--because he was so fun to play with and he always wanted to spend time with them, even though they were still little kids. "Hey, don't I get a hug too?" Cade asked, feigning insult. The adorable boys smiled and also hugged, Cade--they liked him too, but Ashton was still their favorite. Following the hugs, the young twins made their way to one of the toilets to pee side-by-side. "It's so fun living with so many people now, huh...?" Towns remarked while emptying his bladder. "Yeah, I know, and we're not the only twins any more." *** "Oh fuck...oh fuck...I'm gonna cum..." Tyde tried to whisper while jerking his hairless 12-year-old dick as Holland continued to drive his rigid cock in and out of his tight, pink hole. "Me...too...ugh...ugh..." Holland spoke in grunts and pants while he felt the tingling in his preteen balls getting ready shoot his boy juice. The tween boys joined in a deep kiss as Holland felt his lean body spasm, his cock pumping cum deep into Tyde's firm ass. It was all Tyde could take as, he too, began shooting spurt after spurt of warm jizz onto his smooth chest and tummy. "Oh my god...oh fuck..." Tyde panted, recovering from his intense orgasm, pulling Holland onto his sweaty body and holding him close--creating a sexy, sticky mess between them. "I love you, Tyde," Holland spoke breathlessly, also enjoying the post-orgasm afterglow. "I love you more..." Tyde smile as he held onto the boy and kissed his face. "I wish we could do this all day." "I think twice is enough for now...we might be really sore if we did to all day," Tyde said with a grin on his cute, boyish face. "Maybe...come on, let's get cleaned up and put some clothes on, we don't want to miss breakfast," Holland said, gently pulling Tyde out of bed. *** Finn was awaken by a soft knocking on the bedroom door, "Yeah, come in..." he responded, still groggy from sleeping so deeply in the warm bed. A boy, about his age, stepped into the room, "Hi there, Finn, I hope you slept well. My name is Tyde, my moms sent me to wake you up and invite you down to breakfast." Finn yawned and stretched as he got to his feet, he noticed the boy had on matching pajamas to ones he was also wearing, "Hi, your name is `Tyde?' That's a cool name." "Thanks. Mom said you got to bed late, so if you still want to sleep some more, we'll save your breakfast for you." "No, I'm awake now, I'm used to getting up early. I guess these must be your pajamas, huh?" "Nope, they're yours now...we share our things with others. By the way, I don't want to make you anxious, but there are a lot of people downstairs excited about meeting you." "Your mom said the same thing last night...but, why would anyone be excited to meet me...?" Finn asked, genuinely confused. "Because we have only lived here for a couple of months and the main reason we moved into such big place was so we could provide a place for kids to stay when they didn't have a safe place. You are the first one to come stay here with us." "But your mom said there are already other kids living here..." "There are...there's me and my biological brothers, Towns, Taylor, Cade, and Sage...they are two sets of identical twins...and there is Holland, Ashton, and Ben. Ashton and Ben's parents also live here and are foster parents along with my two moms." "Wow, that's a lot of people...I hope I can remember everyone's names." "Don't worry about it...you'll get used to us really quick. Come on, I can't wait for you to meet everyone." *** Otis Carter sat at the small metal table in the visitor's area of the jail awaiting the arrival of his half-sister, Britany. He ran a meaty hand through his thinning hair as he re-read the newspaper article, rethinking his plan, trying to ensure he had thought of everything before talking to his bitchy half-sister. He was lost in thought when he saw her walk into the room, escorted by one of the guards. "They told me I only got 20 minutes to visit. What's so important you wasted your monthly phone call to get me here?" Britany asked, taking a seat at the small table once the guard had walked away. "Well, it's fuckin' good to see you too, sis..." Otis responded with a greasy smile. "Fuck you, Otis. You said it was important I come see you, so here I am...what the fuck do you want?" Otis looked towards the guards to ensure they were out of earshot then whispered, "You gonna help me get outta here, that's what the fuck I want." "Are you shitting me...? Why the hell would I help you after you got me fired from my bartending job at the strip club. If it wasn't for you beating the shit out of your own boy, you wouldn't even be in here right now." "Shut the fuck up for a minute and I'll tell you why you're gonna help me," Otis slid the newspaper article across the table so his sister could read it. The article was title, "Church Boys," with a picture of eight smiling boys--one of which was Otis's 13-year-old son, Holland. "Where the hell did you get this...?" Britany asked, quickly scanning the article. "I came across the newspaper in the jail library and was sitting on the shitter reading it when I found the picture of my pansy-ass boy." Britany finished scanning the article then looked confused at her brother, "I still don't know why the fuck you asked me to come here today, Otis...gas is expensive and in case you forgot, I'm broke." "You won't be broke for long, if you do what I say. You'll have enough money to get the fuck out of this shitty town and I'll be able to hire a real lawyer to get me outta here, not one of those public defender jerk-offs." Britany looked at the article, trying to piece together what her dumb-ass younger brother was thinking. She knew she should get up and walk away and drive back to her shitty trailer to keep looking for work--but she also knew the trailer wouldn't be hers much longer. The trailer park landlord was already suing her for the back lot fees and the bank could foreclose on her at anytime for not making her payments. "Let me guess...since you know where he lives, you want to grab the boy and make them pay to get him back, right?" "He's still my boy...I didn't give up my rights to the little faggot," Otis said in a low growl. "But the article says he's been adopted...that means he's not yours anymore, Otis." "It don't matter...did you see the size of that house where he lives? You can't tell me those people don't got money to burn." "We tried that once, you moron...and they didn't pay. What makes you think they'll pay this time?" Otis leaned back in his chair and smiled, "Because this time I got a better plan...they'll have to pay, or they will get him back much more `damaged' than the first time." *** End of Chapter One To be continued in Chapter Two If you haven't already done so, I highly recommend reading "Finding Holland" and "Convincing Cade" as these are the prequels to "Church Boys." https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/finding-holland/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/convincing-cade/ --Parker Your feedback is greatly appreciated --> entirelyawesome@protonmail.com Other stories by this Nifty author: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#entirelyawesome