Date: Thu, 30 Nov 2006 16:04:37 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: "A Pair of Perfect-Little-Angels"

		      A PAIR OF PERFECT LITTLE ANGELS
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     "O come, all ye faithful! Joyful and triumphant! O come ye, O come ye,
to Be-e-e-thle-hem!" Kent warbled.
     "Come and behold him! Born the King of Angels." Chip chimed in and
then the two boys concluded together.
     "O come let us adore him, O come let us adore him, O come let us
ado-o-o-re hi-im, Chri-ist, the Lo-ord!"
     The two boys then stepped back into the line of choir boys on the
first row. "Here it comes." Kent whispered to Chip.
     "Yeah."
     "Oh, aren't they just adorable!" gushed Old Lady Hawkins.
     "Just like listening to a couple of little angels!" simpered
Mrs. Vacca.
     "They're so precious!" from Mrs. Ingles.
     "So marvelous!" That was Old Lady DiGiaccomo.
     "Such wonderfully sweet little boys!" from Miss Adele.
     That was the Ladies' Church Committee, there to approve the program
for the Christmas Eve service. So here were the two dozen boys of the choir
having to spend a Sunday afternoon two weeks before Christmas dressed up in
choir robes and singing hymns. And what boy wants to do that?
     Still, when your mother thinks you should be in the choir, and when
the choirmaster thinks you have a marvelously clear voice and the Committee
thinks you look like a pair of little angels, Kent and Chip were outvoted
three to nothing (they didn't get a vote) about being in the choir and
being their star singers.
     The choirmaster, a fussy, precise little man little taller than these
boys, stood up with his little baton. "All right, let's all do "The First
Noel" now, everyone." he said with that almost-falsetto tone he talked
with.
     Kent felt a nudge as he started his song. Chip's elbow. It was his
cue. He was supposed to sing the first two bars all alone. So he did, "The
fir-ir-URRR!" and started coughing.
     "Kent, Kent, are you all right?" the choirmaster was on it.
     "Yes, sir." Kent said, coughed again. Careful, he told himself, don't
overdo it. Let him draw the conclusion.
     "You haven't strained your voice, have you?"
     "Maybe a little." Kent allowed. "It'll be all right."
     "You'd better go in and lie down for a while." the choirmaster said
kindly. "Don't talk for the rest of the afternoon if you can help
it. "You're doing fine as it is. Just rest and we'll pick up again tomorrow
after school."
     "Yes, sir." Kent said.
     "Let that be the last words you say until tomorrow morning." the
choirmaster said. "Now, go, rest your voice. We'll be done here before too
much longer and your mother comes picks you up."
     Kent went down the aisle toward the vestry. He was listening, though,
back toward the choir, for the words he knew he'd hear.
     "Chip, you sing Kent's words for now." Mr. Graff said.
     And Chip of course, sang, "The fir-ir-irst No-el, the angels did
say-AY!" And a coughing fit.
     "Oh, dear, not you, too, Chip." the choirmaster said, "All right, go
sit with Kent until your parents pick you up. But no talking, you hear me?
Rest your voices. If you have to talk, whisper."
     "Yes, sir." Chip whispered loudly and the other boys in the choir
snickered.
     "Off with you." Mr. Graff said. "All right, let's work on the group
songs and the backgrounds, boys!"
     Kent got into the vestry. Properly, it was the anteroom to the men's
restroom, but there was plenty of room and a row of lockers, it was meant
for use by the choir and such to get ready for church. He sat down and
waited for his buddy.
     "Well, aren't you the little angel?" he said as Chip came in, his pale
blond hair framing a face wrinkled up in a mischievous grin.
     "Hey, screw you." Chip said, shaking his own darker locks. Both boys
wore their hair a bit longer than they liked, the result of their
too-doting mothers imposing their will upon those who cut and styled their
hair. Neither voice betrayed the least hint of strain.
     "God, those old bitches of the Committee." Kent said. "They really
chap my ass!"
     "I know." Chip said, and he struck an effeminate pose. "Isn't that
Kent just a little darling?"
     "Cut it out." Kent said.
     "And he's just got the sweetest voice."
     "Cut it out."
     "And he sings just like a little angel." Chip voice oozed like honey,
thick and sticky, that gets all over your fingers and lips when you eat it
and you have to wash yourself and even then, that doesn't get rid of all of
it.
     The words stuck to Kent like so many sand burrs and he yelped and
lunged at Chip.
     Laughing, for how can you be really mad at a friend, especially one
who is in the same damned boat as you are, stuck singing in a church choir
with Christmas coming up, the hours spent preparing sucking out all the fun
you could be having!
     Giggling, Chip said, "Sh, sh, shh-shhhh!" He said. "Don't want Old
Lady Graff to hear you straining your bee-yoo-tee-ful voice, now do you?"
     "Cripes, now we're stuck here until we get picked up at five." Kent
griped. "We got an hour to kill."
     "Yeah." Chip said. "But we don't have to spend it singing for the
Ladies' Committee any longer."
     Kent knew what was coming next. He smiled and said, "So what do you
want to do for the next hour?"
     "I think we can figure out something." Chip sat down beside him and
placed a hand on Kent's leg. "Something nice and quiet."
     "Yeah." Kent said and his hand went over to Chip's leg. Chip's hand
was first to reach Kent's groin, but Kent wasn't far behind.
     "Don't you hate these dorky gowns they put on us." Kent said.
     "Yeah, they're stupid." Chip agreed. "Only way to take a piss is to
either hike up your skirt like a broad or skin it down to your ankles and
try not to drip on it too much."
     "At least they made them in two parts now." Kent said. "They used to
make it all one long piece." Now the undergarment was a shirt-like top that
hung just below the waist, and a "skirt" that went from the waist down to
the ankles. With the white surplice over it, it was a lot of clothing to
have on inside a fully heated church, which is why neither boy had anything
on under it!
     Kent said, "I love the way your wiener feels underneath there." The
"skirt" was made of soft silken material, and the tiny organ was easy to
make out, his fingers could feel every contour. "It's already getting nice
and hard, isn't it?"
     "Yeah." Chip said. "So's yours."
     "Mmmm." Kent said. "You gotta come sleep over at my house tonight or
something. I wanna play with it over and over again."
     Chip's hand went up and under the surplice and under the top half of
the shirt, found the elastic band, which was a wimpy little thing like a
single thick strand only, and he fished into it and down and Kent gasped as
Chip's hand enclosed his prick.
     "Ooh, yeah, that feels good." He said as Chip's fingers began to work
his pud gently, the soft tips fondling and lifting his little foreskin back
and forth over his glans. "I love it when you do that."
     "Do mine." Chip said. "Come on, it's only fair, do mine, too."
     "Yeah." Kent's breath was speeding up as his dong sent wave after wave
of pleasure racing through his young body. He got his fingers to move up
and under Chip's clothing and found the sturdy little pud eagerly waiting
for him. He always marveled at how Chip's cock was different from his, Chip
still had the skin all the way up over his glans; even when it was all nice
and stiff like it was now, he still only felt that skin and the glans
underneath like a lump. But he got his fingers busy on it just the same and
Chip began to grunt like Kent was.
     "Oh, yeah, that's the way to do it." Chip said.
     "I like it when you and I do each other like this." Kent said
shyly. "I wish we could do it anytime."
     "We can do it anytime you want." Chip said. "You and me are friends."
     "No, I mean, just do it anytime." Kent said. "You know, wherever we
were. Just you and me doing it."
     "Like while in the choir, singing." Chip snickered. "Wouldn't that
make the little old ladies all crap their panties?"
     "Yeah." Kent giggled in his own turn. "But still...it'd be nice to do
it with you more than every now and then, like we do now." Between school
and things like choir practice, plus the fact that they lived too far apart
to visit each other by bicycles, their chances to explore each other's
bodies like this were rare.
     "I know." Chip said. Then, like Kent's little fantasy had given him
courage, he said, "You know there's another way to do this."
     "Do what?"
     "What we're doing." Chip said. "We don't have to use our hands on each
other."
     "How do you mean?" Kent asked.
     "I mean, I heard my older brothers talking about it." Chip said. "He
was talking about the girl he's been dating. He said she went down on him
and I asked what that meant, and he said that the girl put his dick in her
mouth."
     "Ewww!" Kent said. "That's gross!"
     "Maybe." Chip said. "My brother said she liked doing that to the guys
she dates. It's why he was dating her, so she'd do it to him like she did
to his buddies."
     "Oh."
     "So, you want to try it?" Chip pressed him. "You and me?"
     "You want me to put your dick in my mouth?" Kent said. "Yuck!"
     "I'll do it for you, too." Chip insisted. "If it's nasty, we'll
stop. Okay?"
     "Okay." Kent said after a time.
     The bench they were on was narrow, Kent laid down on it and Chip had
to put one foot on the floor and one on the bench next to Kent's head, but
they got their heads down next to each other's wieners, and Chip said,
"Okay, you ready? We do it on the count of three. One...two....three!"
     And Kent took that prick that was resting on his check and he slid it
into his mouth. It didn't taste nasty at all. About like having his finger
in his mouth, only it was a little more salty tasting and warmer. And...and
it was nice.
     Chip had Kent's cock in his mouth as well and Kent was just beginning
to notice how nice and warm and wet his buddy's mouth was when Chip caught
hold of Kent's prick with his lips and began to milk it up and down.
     "Glmph!" Kent said with his mouth full of Chip's cock. "Glmph, Glhuh!"
     "You like that?" Chip said as he took his mouth off long enough to say
that. "Does mine taste okay to you?"
     "MM-hmm." Kent agreed. And he began to move his lips on Chip like Chip
had on him.
     Chip kind of crooned in pleasure and he returned to working on
Kent. Both boys were learning by doing it on each other. How much the
moisture helped the lips move smoothly, how to keep the teeth out of the
way, how to pull upwards tightly and release a bit on the way down, so that
the cockskin slipped back and forth smoothly.
     Kent had never felt anything like this before, it was better than
fingers on his cock, much, much better! His body was tingling in a way it
never had before, he was feeling a sort of glow spreading out from his
groin and it filled his entire being, filling him with joy, with delight,
with the rapture that, oh, oh, yeah, here it comes, here it comes, oh, oh,
OH-OH-OH-HUHHHHH!
     All that escaped his throat was a low sort of murmuring sound, those
small, urgent sounds almost like a whimper but much, much nicer to make and
to hear.
     Chip had more room to move, and his hips began to thrust his cock into
Kent's mouth while Kent worked on it and those thrusts took on an urgency
as Chip's cock got all nice and hard, so very hard, and there was this
little bit of very-salty fluid that oozed out onto Kent's tongue when he
did it, and if Chip hadn't been having his pleasure-time that very moment,
Kent may have stopped, but since Chip was feeling so good and Chip was his
friend, he went ahead and let Chip's dick drip that sticky stuff onto his
tongue, there wasn't all that much of it, anyway, and then Chip was done
and gasping those heart-felt, wonderful sighs that meant he had enjoyed
Kent's touching him, such a wonderful thing for two friends to do with each
other, such a wonderful, wonderful way to enjoy themselves. If only they
could do it all the time! If only, if only!
     Chip got off and Kent sat up to let his buddy sit down. They pulled
their bottom halves of their robe up and looked at each other, silly grins
on their faces, and Kent leaned over and gave his buddy a kiss, it just
felt so natural to do that, and Chip kissed him back so very nicely, so
very right, so very good!
     Done, Kent remembered the stuff Chip's dick had put in his mouth and
he said, "Your dick dripped some in my mouth when you did it."
     "Yeah." Chip said. "Mine's been doing that some lately. My brothers
talked about it when I was younger, it's all a part of growing up. Mine's
just all clear and only a little bit comes out, but theirs can be all white
and a lot of it. I guess one day mine will do that, too."
     "Mine, too." Kent agreed. And the two boys giggled in the pleasure of
learning about their bodies.
     The door to the vestry opened, and a member of the choir stuck his
head in. "Hey, you guys." he said as he saw the two boys. "Mr. Graff wants
you to come out. We're going to practice the procession now."
     Kent sighed...such a little bit of time alone with his friend.
     They rejoined the choir and practiced the march down the aisle (after
which they would march right back up again, back and forth a few
times). Kent and Chip, by dint of their prominence in the choir, would be
the last ones to come in, and the first ones to go out. So they led the
group as they walked two-by-two down the aisle.
     "There they are, our two star singers." Old Lady Hawkins beamed at
them as they walked by.
     "Aren't those two just precious?" Mrs. Vacca agreed.
     "Just a couple of little angels." Mrs. Ingles concluded. "Nothing else
but, just a couple of perfect little angels."
     Kent looked at Chip and grinned, and Chip winked back at them. Kent
was willing to bet that a couple of little angels didn't do what he and
Chip had just been doing.
     But then, a perfect little angel was the last thing he wanted to be!

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