Date: Wed, 10 May 2006 11:41:59 +1200 From: Tim Brooks Subject: Cum All Ye Faithful This material is owned by Dionysos and may not be made public in any way or form without his express permission. The following story deals with situations that you may or may not be allowed to read about depending on your age or how uptight the place you live in is. Enjoy it even so. I am addicted to fanmail. Send praise, requests and anything else to gahom4@hotmail.com It was the day before Christmas And all through the house No creature was stirring Not even a mouse Actually, quite a lot was stirring, particularly in Josh's pyjama trousers. Josh was fourteen and hung like a porn star. His cock was long and thick, with the beginnings of a light-brown bush growing just above it and down towards his balls. His genital superiority hadn't failed to make an impression on his school friends. Josh attended a Catholic boys' High School, and whenever his fellow students felt that certain urge during lunch break, his dick was the one they would gather around in the bathroom or in the changing rooms. School. That reminded him. Today was the choir recital. It was almost an obligation for boys who possessed a shred of singing ability to join the choir. Josh wasn't all that good himself, but some of the school's most virtuous and angel-faced boys were in the choir, and whenever they changed from their school uniforms to the pristine white robes he was afforded a good lock at their dangling little dickies. After only a year in the choir, Josh had already converted two to the religion of rock-hard cock. They worshiped at his beautiful slender temple regularly. Josh jumped out of bed and started putting his clothes on, trying to ignore his morning boner as he stuffed it in his undies with some difficulty. He didn't have time to take care of it now. Maybe later... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The recital went well. A few false notes, most of them by Josh, but the general impression was a good one and all the parents and grandparents in the audience clapped obligingly. Josh was a bit distracted, however, because by pure chance the music teacher had placed him next to a boy called Tim. Josh wasn't religious (despite the Catholic education) but if he did believe in angels, he would imagine them to look like Tim. Small and quiet, Tim wasn't the kind of boy that tended to get noticed. But if you did happen to see him as he flitted like a bird from class to class, you would notice a light-blonde head of hair, crystal-clear blue eyes, charming rosy lips that didn't curl up into a smile often enough, and a lithe frame that seemed to hardly touch the ground. In Josh's eyes, this boy was perfection. His own brown mop-head and roguish looks seemed to pale in comparison. In front of his friends and sex buddies he kept up the tough-talking yet cheeky front that he specialized in, but privately he was head over heels in love with Tim. Standing next to him, Josh could almost feel his bravado (and his singing voice) turn to mush. Ironically, Tim had never shown any interest in Josh and his `assets'. If he had heard of it through the grapevine, and knowing his reputation was what it was Josh could hardly imagine he hadn't, he had to be unwilling to `experiment'. Or perhaps he was just afraid to show his feelings. It could be. After all, shy was practically Tim's middle name. And the Christian environment they were being brought up in didn't exactly support the open expression of homosexual feelings. There and then, while horribly mangling Little Drummer Boy, Josh vowed to be more forward in his interaction with Tim from that moment on. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ As it happened, he didn't have to wait very long. After the boys choir finished their performance to make way for the adult choir, they headed over to the changing room. After getting rid of their choir uniforms, which they all referred to jokingly as bedsheets, Josh caught a glimpse of Tim heading into the Men's Room. Seeing his chance, he followed him. There were a couple of stalls to one side, and a washbasin, but most of the bathroom was dominated by a metal latrine. As Josh entered, Tim was already standing in front of it, in the process of unzipping his fly. Tim looked up as he heard the door opening. When he saw Josh, he blushed, and smiled a bit nervously. "Hey," he said. "Hey. Mind if I join you?" Tim said nothing, but Josh noticed he turned a slightly darker shade of red. Josh felt sorry for the boy, knowing his innocence was about to be taken from him. After all, it was supposed to be different with Tim. Here was a boy Josh actually loved, not just a wet mouth or a tight boy-cunt to dump his seed in. But this was the only way Josh knew of approaching the object of his desire. They stood side by side. Josh purposefully took a long time undoing his fly, and in the meantime received a good look at Tim's dick as he took it out and held it with his right hand. It was thin and small, much like Tim himself, and exactly how Josh had imagined it would look. As he finally took out his own cock, Josh noted gingerly that it was starting to become hard. Tim started to pee, and Josh tried to do likewise, though he really didn't have the need. A couple of times Josh caught Tim looking at his dick from out of the corner of his eye. Josh smiled. The kid was interested in other guys' cocks. He knew that for certain now. Still, it was quite a natural interest for all growing boys to have, so he would have to probe a little further. Gathering all his courage, Josh cleared his throat and spoke. "Like what you see?" he asked, and immediately Tim turned scarlet. It was the most obvious sign he'd shown so far. Josh knew he had him. "I..I'm sorry, I just.." he stammered. "It's okay. Guys check each other out all the time. You're coming along fine yourself." "Thanks." Both of them had stopped peeing. Josh turned to Tim, his dick still in his hand. He began to wank it slowly, making sure that Tim could see every move and detail. The younger boy's eyes were glued to the large, fleshy member. His own cock was getting hard. "You jack off, don't you?" "Y..yeah." "Come on then. Join me." Tim was clearly shocked at the suggestion. He looked at the door with panicky eyes. The murmur of boys' excited chatter came from the other side. "Not in here!" Josh grabbed his pants and waddled over to a stall. "This better then?" he asked, looking behind him at Tim. The boy nodded and walked towards him silently, holding his pants up as he went. The stall was full with two people in it, and Josh felt his cock rub over Tim's belly several times. He shook with pleasure. Tim was similarly affected and, with most of his inhibition now gone, he spit in his hand and began to masturbate. For a while Josh just stared at him, seeing the boy's hand move up and down over his thin shaft. Tim was not circumcised, and with every stroke his foreskin retracted from his penishead. Josh, who was cut, found this fascinating to watch. He was wanking as well, and Tim was looking at his circumcised head with equal interest. Standing there like that, whacking off while bumping into the boy he loved every so often, Josh found himself quickly approaching orgasm. His face was hot and red, as was his dick, which had now grown to its full 9" inches. As a response, Tim's eyes had widened in disbelief. "You're really big." Josh was going to say something pithy in reply to that, but the point of no return was close and he could only manage a groan. Because he wanted to prolong this adventure as long as possible, Josh stopped jacking and rested his sweaty, saliva-drenched hands on the cubicle wall. Slowly his cock receded from the edge and started to shrink. Then Josh made a big mistake. He dropped to his knees and quickly took the other boy's cock in his mouth. It was hot and salty, and he teased the head with his tongue. But Tim took only a few seconds to recover from the shock. He pushed Josh's head away and pulled up his pants. "What the hell are you doing?!" Josh didn't have time to give an answer - not that he would be able to provide one ^Ö because Tim rushed out of the cubicle and was gone from the bathroom in seconds flat. Josh cursed at himself as he hoisted his pants up, stuffing his now-completely-wilted cock back in his boxers. He had over-estimated the effect he'd had on Tim, misread looks of prurient interest with looks of lustful attraction. Now he was never going to get another chance. Tim was going to tell everybody what he'd done, somehow an adult was going to find out, and then his life in this town would be over. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ As it turned out, Tim told nobody, and life passed normally for the next couple of days. Christmas came and with it came relatives and presents and a lot of happiness for all but Josh. He'd blown it, and now he was sour and feeling sorry not just for himself, but especially for Tim. He must have been terrified. Josh decided to avoid him from now on, to give him his space. Perhaps in time wounds could be healed. But Josh never had a chance to avoid Tim, because around 6pm on second Christmas day he showed up on Josh's doorstep. Josh himself had been up in his room sulking, so he wasn't all too quick in getting downstairs when his mother hollered that he had a friend waiting at the door. When he did show up he was shocked. He had thought that Tim would have wanted to have nothing to do with him. Yet here he was. "Hi," said Tim, after Josh's mother had left them alone to tend to the kitchen. He looked adorable in his winter coat and matching red scarf and cap. It was snowing quite heavily and Tim was covered in it. Josh fell in love with him all over again. "Hi," he finally managed to reply. "What, uh... Why are you here?" Tim looked at the snow-soaked ground, and blushed a bit. "It's about, the... uh, in the bathroom." "Um, yeah. Look, I'm really sorry for-" "Can we walk?" Tim interrupted Josh quite suddenly. "Yeah, I guess. Dinner won't start for another hour. Everybody's still busy drinking brandy in the living room." Josh quickly grabbed his coat and boots, and joined Tim outside. They walked in silence for a while, until they came to the town square. There was nobody around, because everyone was with friends and family at home. In the middle stood a life-size recreation of the stable, complete with a wooden Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Here Tim stopped, looked Josh right in the eye, and took a deep breath. "I think I'm gay." he said. For a moment Josh was bewildered, unsure how to respond. Was Tim joking? Was it some nasty trick? Or could it be true? Could his luck be that good? "I thought long and hard about it, especially after what happened. And this is what I've decided. I'm sorry for lashing out at you. I was just shocked and a little scared, that's all." "There's no need to apologize," said Josh, slowly starting to regain his composure. "I shouldn't have done it. I moved too quickly." "No, it was fine. It helped me come to my decision." Another silence fell. "So, what now?" said Tim finally. Josh felt back in control. What he'd been dreaming of was going to happen, and it was going to happen right there and then. "Well, I've still got plenty of time until my folks expect me back home." "Me too." Josh looked over to the stable. "That straw looks kinda comfy." `You're serious?" "Totally." Josh gently pulled Tim into the stable, meeting no resistance. The little angel boy was like clay in his hands, ready to be moulded. Josh pushed the holy family to the side, and the two boys laid themselves down on the straw. Inside the stable it was surprisingly warm. The two boys took off their coats but left the rest of their clothes on. Knowing he was supposed to take the lead, Josh hugged Tim close and, when there was no resistance, moved his groin towards that of his lover. Tim was getting incredibly turned on. He started to grind his crotch against Josh's too, and their dicks got hard quickly. Josh could feel Tim's hardness even through his jeans and undies. Pretty soon desire got the best of both of them. They pushed their pants down to their knees and grabbed at each other's cocks. Now that he was actually touching it, Josh found Tim's warm dick to be quite capable in size after all. It had nothing on his own huge rod, of course, but still... They didn't wank each other for long, as they were both circumcised and without lube it got a bit uncomfortable after a while. Josh moved down over Tim's body, licking his armpits, his nipples (which he also tweaked a bit, making his lover shake) and his belly-button, until he finally got to the most important part of all. This time Tim did not recoil when Josh put his soft, warm mouth to his cock. On the contrary, he stretched himself out with a sigh, lost in a moment of pleasure. "Ahhh, ahhh, yess..." Tim started to pump into Josh's mouth, getting closer and closer to cumming. In the end he couldn't hold on any longer and released his sticky white love-juice into the willing mouth. Josh loved it. This was the essence of an angel. Josh kissed Tim on the mouth and thus returned some of his own warm sperm to him. Tim swallowed hungrily, amazing Josh with his eagerness for carnality. Josh would never have dreamed that this randy little fucker lay behind the quiet little boy that behaved well and got good marks in all his classes. "Now it's my turn to do something for you," said Tim, and he promptly buried his face in Josh's crotch, the big dick shooting far back in his throat. He didn't cover his teeth at first, and Josh had to correct him. Josh moved his inexperienced partner's head up and down the shaft, showing the boy how to get into the rhythm of sucking teen cock. Tim was a fast learner, and soon he was using his tongue like an expert to give Josh the utmost in pleasure. This time Josh couldn't, and wouldn't, hold back. With an 'aaaaaahhhhh' of satisfaction Josh shot Tim full of his warm cum. The boy tried to swallow it all, but still a little dribbled out of his mouth and onto the straw. When it was all over and Josh's spasms had subsided Tim licked the dick clean and went to sit next to his new lover. "Wow." "You've said it." "That was really intense." Their clothes, those few that they hadn't discarded yet at least, were sweaty and smelt faintly of boy-juice. But Josh and Tim didn't care. They hugged each other close and looked at the snow falling outside the stable. "Merry Christmas, Josh." "Merry Christmas, Tim." From the corner, the wooden baby Jesus looked on with what could be interpreted as an approving smile.