Acolytes with a Nimbus

Acolytes with a Nimbus

 It was a beautiful warm early summer Sunday morning in 1960. Outside the birds sang and despite the clear blue cloudless sky the temperature was still agreeable. But it promised to be another hot day.

Inside the light, coloured by the stained glass, shone brightly over the congregation, who mostly sat bored and some even dozing, surviving through the mass.

Besides the altar two boys stood quietly. They were acolytes, dressed in red cassock with a white surplice over it.

One of the two, Aengus, had his head bowed from pure boredom. So every now and then he looked from the corner of his eyes to the congregation, seeing an increasing number of people who dozed off, while the small children got more and more restless. He hated the high mass. An early mass of say three quarters of an hour was fine, even if he had to get out of bed early for that. But the high mass? No, that was really not his thing. The old and bone-conservative priest droned on and on in Latin. Aengus didn’t understand a word of it, but he knew the whole text from memory and knew exactly the words that cued him into a certain kind of action to let the mass continue without a glitch.

So every now and then he looked the other way, studying his fellow acolyte. It was Sean. The monotone voice of the priest brought him in some kind of trance and thoughts started playing through his head. It were thoughts about Sean. He was what you could call the handsome boy, slim but muscled, beautiful even face with a beaming smile and gorgeous green eyes. The face was framed by black curly hair, that reached the shoulders, an exception in 1960, but it fitted him perfectly. Aengus considered himself the contrary to Sean in everything. He was a bag of bones with unruly dark blond hair, looking lay straw and he wore spectacles on his speckled face. But it didn’t hinder him in following the started lines of thinking and started dreaming how delicious Sean would look without clothes. And how it would feel if he touched the boy’s naked skin with his fingertips.

Something in his groin started reacting and almost unnoticeable he shook his head to clear his mind. He had thoughts during the high mass on which God would not look very kindly. It could even well be a mortal sin, because his thoughts were about something that the Lord only approved between man and woman and only then when they were properly married. Love between two boys was unthinkable and he would end up in hell.

He had no more chance to regain his dreamlike state, because the priest spoke a “In nomini Patris, et Filius et Spiritu Sanctu”. The congregation answered “Amen” with clear relief in their common voices. It was finally over. So the boys positioned themselves and followed by the priest they walked into the vestry.

In the vestry the boys changed clothes. While doing so Sean suddenly asked:

“Hey, Aengus, got something going this afternoon?”

Aengus thought it over. Actually he had nothing going, just a Sunday afternoon of boredom, like every Sunday afternoon. So he shook his head.

“Great…”, Sean said, “Then come with me to my parent’s studio”.

“Studio?”, Aengus asked in some astonishment.

“Yeah,”, Sean answered as if it was the most normal thing in the world, “both my parents are artist and they have a studio on the hillside at the shoreline. But they went to visit family in Cork today and I don’t expect them back before the evening. Maybe we can find some beer!”, he added with a mischievous smile.

Aengus stared at him with a startled look in his eyes.

“Don’t you like beer?”, Sean asked, “Oh well, maybe we can find some whiskey then”.

“I…euhhhh”, said Aengus with some feeling of shame, “I never drank beer or whiskey”.

“OK…”, Sean joked, ”so you are a prospective saint. No wonder you are an acolyte then. But do you want to come along or not?”

Aengus agreed. The day had to come that he drank beer for the first time, so why not today. So they took their bikes and started paddling the considerable distance towards the hill on the shoreline.

While doing so the sun increased in strength and it became hot. But when they had climbed the hill and rolled down on the other side towards the sea they came in a soft sea breeze that cooled them off. After some minutes they reached a small stone cottage, surrounded by a high hedgerow and some short trees with direct sight on a now calm and flat sea.

“So, this is it,” Sean grinned, “my parent’s studio. Come on in!”

He took a key from his trousers, opened the door and walked in, followed by a curious Aengus.

“Did you plan this?”, the last one asked with a smile.

For a very short moment Sean looked if he was caught in the act but he recovered fast and replied off-handedly:

“What?”

“That we would go here. Or do you always carry that key with you?”

“No, “ Sean answered, “ Yes, I had planned to go here after mass, because I like the place. It’s cool and I like the sounds. To invite you to come along was not planned, but at that moment it seemed like a good idea to me. Might be more pleasant with the two of us”.

The answer satisfied Aengus and he started to look around. So, this was an artist’s studio? It had a central room with a comfortable couch and some cabinets in it. In the left room hung paintings, of which he didn’t understand a thing. But it was the right room that drew his attention. In it stood a statue of a completely naked young man, with all details normally hidden for the eye clearly in full view. Only seeing the statue caused a feeling of longing in him.

“Great statue, hey?”, asked Sean.

Aengus just nodded, totally mesmerized by the sight of the stone naked boy. He started to wonder what was wrong with him. It were the same sinful thoughts which already got to him while in church.

“My father made it, he’s a sculptor”, he heard Sean say, “My mother is a painter”, accompanying the last words with a thumbing gesture to the left room.

“It is very, very beautiful, that statue”, murmered Aengus. “And so real that something starts stirring in my trousers”, he thought to himself, but he wisely decided to swallow that remark down.

“I was the model”, Sean continued, if he said something totally innocent.

Aengus felt his head red turn red. So that statue, that beautiful young boy in stone, was standing a little distance from him but then in flesh and blood.

“You seem to be shocked”, Sean grinned, “Your face turns red as a tomato”.

Aengus shook his head. He wanted to say something sensible, but didn’t get past the stage of incoherent muttering.

“It’s quiet normal”, Sean said in a airy way, like he was discussing the weather, “It is my own father and he has seen me naked before when he used to bath me as a small boy. And besides: it is the costume of birth”.

“But…”, Aengus asked hesitantly, “isn’t it a sin to be naked?”

Sean bursted into laughter:

“You really are a saint! Were you born with clothes on then?”

“Yeah, well, as a small boy…”, Aengus defended uncertainly and not very convincing, “but now, as a grown up boy..it stirs longings. Sinful longings!”

Sean grinned and to get the painful moment out of the way he asked:

“Beer?”

Aengus nodded. Sean went to the back and returned with two beers. They took their first sip.

Aengus did not consider his first sip of beer a success. It was very bitter, nothing like the beverage he normally drank. But at least the subject “Sin” was out of the way…at least that is what he thought. Because Sean had put his teeth into the subject like a bloodthirsty terrier.

After he took his first sip he put the bottle down. He looked Aengus straight in the eyes and asked with a clear-cut voice:

“What does that mean precisely: sinful longings? Does that mean you want to see the model of the statue naked right at this very moment?”

Aengus almost suffocated in his second sip of beer. Coughing and sneezing he tried to get his thoughts sorted out and find an answer. Because Sean was right: that is exactly what he wanted. But he was lost on any ideas how to get out of this embarrassing situation.

“Or are sinful longings the same as dirty thoughts, as they happen to call them too?” Sean continued his questioning.

Aengus was totally in panic since he wasn’t able to come up with an idea to escape from the vice.

“Do you know how a nimbus is caused, Aengus?”

“Oh yes”, he heard himself reply, glad that he was on firm ground now, because he knew his catholic religion, “If the Pope declares you holy you get a nimbus”.

“Wrong, boy”, Sean said with a soft grin, “A nimbus appears when dirty thoughts circle around your head with the neckbreaking speed of light”.

He put his bottle on a small table and started to pull his shirt of very, very slowly. Aengus saw it happen. He almost drank every little detail of what happened before his very eyes. The soft pulsing in his groin developed into a complete erection. He was totally upset by what he saw: the muscled breast, the equally muscled and broad shoulders and arms. It was in one word perfect. And yes, the statue looked exactly the same.

But it seemed as if Sean wasn’t satisfied yet. He kicked his shoes out and started to open his trousers tantalizingly slowly, letting him slide of his body when it was loose. With a kicking move the trousers disappeared in some corner of the room. Again Aengus was delighted. He saw the beautiful, strong legs that seemed to be sculptured as well, although Aengus realized very well that this was the real thing.

Sean made the last act as well. Slowly and sensually he dropped his underwear to the ground and again it was kicked in some corner. He stood in front of Aengus, totally naked, turned around and enabled Aengus to look at him from all sides. Without realizing it Aengus stroked his crotch and felt his totally aroused penis shuddering in his pants.

“So,” Sean asked in a sweet, seducing voice, “Does it look like the statue?”

“The real Sean is even more beautiful than the statue”, exclaimed Aengus.

Sean had a strange look in his eyes that Aengus didn’t recognize or understand. He had never seen it before, but was certain that something very sinful but also very beautiful was coming.

“It excites you enormously, doesn’t it?” Sean whispered, “Now it is your turn!”.

Aengus turned red again.

“But…I’m no match for you…I’m just a wiry bone bag and my …euuhh…dick is also smaller than yours”.

Sean walked towards him with an almost feminine way of walking. He pushed his naked body against Aengus’s and whispered:

“I’ll give you a hand”.

Without asking he started to unbutton Aengus’s shirt. Aengus was so overwhelmed, but also so enchanted by what happened that he let it happen without objections. The shirt followed in the same direction as Sean’s trousers and underwear had gone. Sean bent over, took the shoes of his friend’s feet and unbuttoned his trousers. There was no resistance, Aengus just let it happen. Off went the trousers and Sean finished it all by pulling the underwear off as well. Aengus’s javelin jumped towards his freedom like a wild bronco.

“Mmmmmmmm…”, moaned Sean, “May I touch it?”

Being out of breath Aengus just nodded. He felt how Sean’s fingertips softly and tenderly stroked over his shaft and his breathing became more and more irregular.

“I thought you said yours was smaller”, Sean remarked. He took both members in his hand, put them against one another..and indeed…he missed about an inch compared to the member of Aengus.

“No”, he smiled with a delighted face, “yours is a bit larger than mine”.

They pushed their bodies against one another and enjoyed each other’s body warmth and of the aroused dicks against each other’s belly.

“May I kiss you, sweetheart?” Sean asked.

Aengus simply nodded, wondering what such a gorgeous boy saw in him. But it was a given fact that they stood naked against one another and that Sean wanted to kiss him.

Sean kissed his lips tenderly and pushed his tongue into Aengus’s mouth. The reaction was limited to a moaning of lust and pleasure, like a purring tom-cat who lies in front of the fire place in winter. All of a sudden Sean released his grip, but only briefly. Then he pushed Aengus on his back on the couch, lied down beside him and renewed the grip. They kissed vigourously and stroked each other’s body still somewhat awkwardly but without lacking in longing.

Sean looked at him and very softly whispered:

“May I kiss him?”

Before Aengus was able to answer he felt the soft warm lips around his dickhead which almost exploded by the sheer feeling of it. He felt how the boy didn’t release the dickhead but kept it in his mouth, starting to suck it slowly and softly.

It couldn’t have lasted long. He was already on the verge of cumming when the sucking started and this delicious treatment did nothing to postpone the final release. Screaming, no, almost shrieking he emptied his balls for the first time in his life by the cause of another boy’s treatment. It all ended up in Sean’s mouth who gobbled it gluttonous.

“Mmmmmmmm…your semen is delicious, sweetheart”, Sean said, smacking his lips with delight.

Aengus laid with closed eyes, re-experiencing the whole beautiful experience. He was barely able to whisper:

“This was so beautiful what you just did!”

Sean giggled briefly.

Then, without warning, Aengus felt the other boy’s dickhead against his lips. Totally defenseless against something as desirable as that he opened his mouth and felt the whole shaft go inside it. He didn’t know exactly how he had to do it, but he just started sucking, like a baby being fed. He kept his eyes closed, but considering the moaning and panting he heard he did about the right thing.

Climaxes don’t take ages to come with young boys. So it didn’t take long before Aengus felt the hot, slimy, white gold being injected into his mouth and he too swallowed it. It was another first: the first time he tasted it. He had to get used to the unusual, salty taste but after getting the idea he considered it the best delicatesses in the world that asked for many, many repeats.

After they were both satisfied they snuggled up against one another.

“You know”, Sean smiled, “I had this planned indeed. I noticed a long time ago you fancy me, so I took you over here just to be able to do this with you”.

“Well, I can’t be angry about it”, Aengus replied simply, “but I don’t know how I should handle this”.

“Why?” Sean asked, “It was beautiful, wasn’t it?”

Aengus nodded emphatically, but still:

“It was a sin what we just did”.

“Aengus”, Sean replied with a stern voice, “just read the New Testament again very carefully and if you can find a condemnation of what we just did, let me know!”

He let his head rest on Aengus’ breast and only said barely audible:

“I love you!”

The boys were there for hours, kissing and stroking and thoroughly enjoying each other. Outside darkness fell and a blackbird started his evening hymn, while a soft sea breeze blew through the open windows.

The days could be warm but that early in summer the nights and early mornings most certainly weren’t. So Aengus woke up shivering. It was not surprising he was cold: he lay naked on a couch, without blanket. Besides him lay Sean, also naked and still sound asleep. The sun just started to cast its rays through the windows and a diffuse light shone through the rooms. Outside a whole choir of birds started their morning concerto in a more or less vain attempt to suppress the sound of the waves on the rocky shore.

He felt the body warmth of his friend and he was very well aware of the fact that the soft skin of the small but firm buttocks laid against his hip.

But he felt something else as well. He looked up…and yes: like every morning he was ashamed of himself. His hard javelin stood up proudly and defiantly. And every morning he felt deeply embarrassed. When he rose from his bed and walked to the toilet, then his pyama trousers were well in front of his belly. And every morning his somewhat younger sister started to giggle uncontrollably about it.

While laying on the couch the happenings and experiences of the previous day passed his mind. OK, hell was a lot more closer now than it had been, at least there was a considerable probability that he would end up there. It eluded his imagination how he had to justify himself before the Highest Judge on Judgement Day. But he also had to admit that the earthly pleasures of the day and night before were very beautiful and enjoyable.

Awakening more and more and regaining his senses he started to look around. His eye fell on the statue in the other room. The light, increasing in strength, put it in a brilliant almost golden shine. His eyes followed the contours of the statue while his fingertips softly followed the contours of the real body besides him, although he wasn’t aware that his fingertips touched the same parts that his eyes saw. When his eyes went over the shoulders of the statue, his fingertips stroked Sean’s actual shoulders. While his eyes went lower and lower his fingertips followed: over the neck, the spine, up to the hips and buttocks. A soft purring came out of Sean, but he didn’t really wake up.

Aengus felt a sudden flood of desire coming over him to reconnoiter not only Sean’s exterior, but also his intestines. It was followed by a wave of blind panic. Because only the though itself was so sinful that hell was not only a possibility, but a certainty if he would succumb to his desires. Then he would be doomed to burn in the Devil’s caverns for eternity.

“Oh Lord, help me!!” he whispered, his eyes aimed at the ceiling.

He tried to fight down his craving and lustful thoughts by praying four “Our Fathers” and four “Hail Mary’s” in a rapid tempo. It was no use: thoughts and desire stayed were they were, in his head.

He had another idea to get considerably more religious thoughts. He started to recite the whole Latin text of the high mass. He didn’t need an hour and a halve like the old priest, but it took him some time anyway. It was to no avail. Actually: it appeared to him that his fleshly desire had only increased, the desire to slip his hard sword between Sean’s buttocks and push him in to explore the inner parts of the boy.

“And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil”, he muttered.

It seemed as if God didn’t care a bit, because the desires remained where they were, in his head..and yes..in his dickhead.

Aengus got a bright idea. What if he didn’t use his member, but only a finger. In that way he could also experience Sean’s inner parts, but maybe it would be considered less sinful. So he slipped his finger between the boy’s buttocks and stroked the little hole in between. Again it was followed by a pleased humming, but now Sean woke up.

“Go on, sweetheart”, he whispered.

“Really?” Aengus asked, feeling caught red handed and ashamed.

“Yes…”, came the reply, “this is delicious!”

Aengus kept his finger playing over the sacred hole. He was certain it got damp and that it opened up a little.

“Yeeeesssssss…..”, Sean moaned, “Put your finger in it!”

Aengus did what was asked. His finger disappeared in the boy’s hole, but a little bit too greedy.

“Aaaawwww”, Sean exclaimed, “But be a bit careful, will you?”

“Sorry”, Aengus muttered full of guilt. But he enjoyed it enormously…so that was the way Sean felt inside…warm, soft and damp!

Aengus bowed his head towards Sean, licked and kissed him in the neck and whispered:

“I want to go inside you”.

“Yessss”, came the panting reply.

A hurricane of craving and lust blew Aengus’s last bits of religious objections out of his mind and he greedily capitulated to the ever higher burning fire of his instincts. He pulled Sean close to his chest, put the dripping tip of his sword against the damp hole and wanted to push in…but it didn’t work.

A second attempt didn’t lead to the so desired result of getting entrance.

“I can’t get in!”, Aengus cried out, almost desperate from frustration.

“Hey, sweetheart, it is my first time as well, so it was to be expected. Wait a minute, I’ll be back right away”.

Sean rose and disappeared from sight for a short while in the back room of the cottage. Aengus saw him walk with gracious moves, the statute from the other room that had become flesh and blood, equally beautifully engulfed in sunlight as the stone version. Aengus was so pumped up, that he almost ejaculated from this gorgeous view.

Sean came back after a short while with a small white box.

“What have you got?”, Aengus asked in surprise.

“Vaseline, sweet boy of mine…”was the answer, given with a broad grin.

He opened the box and started to lubricate Aengus’s member with thick layers of the stuff . He did it so tender and sensual that the “victim” had to commit all his control to restrain himself and to avoid a premature cumming.

“So”, Sean said satisfied with the result, “Now you put it on my arse and than it should work”.

Aengus did as was told and put the slippery stuff on Sean’s crevasse. His actions were accompanied by a loud moaning.

And then again Aengus put his slippery dickhead against it…he pushed carefully and yes…..he went in…just to slip out again after a few seconds.

“Oh damned”, he called out in despair, “This will never work!”

“Yes…..”, Sean said in seducing tone, “Just give it some more tries. It is the first time for both of us, so we’ll just have to learn”.

Some other clumsy attempts were made, but all failed. After trying for a long time Aengus was finally able to thrust his oversensitive sword deeply into the boy. And he felt how lovely he was on the inside. He felt how Sean’s whole body trembled, every little muscle vibrated along from pure excitement. When Sean started to squirm his ass around the dick, happiness was complete. Both wanted more…and more…and even more…both wanted to experience absolute fulfillment and satisfaction for the very first time. There was no doubt in Aengus’s mind that this experience was far more rewarding than wanking himself in his room in secrecy.

Roaring as only a young stallion can roar he thrusted and soon he emptied the contents of his balls deep into Sean. The white lava sprayed inside the boy, who received it, screaming with delight.

Exhausted they fell back on the couch and again they snuggled up against one another.

“Oh man, I’m in love with you!”, Aengus said, still breathless, “but how am I going to explain this at home?”

“What? That you fucked a boy?”, Sean answered with a slight smile.

“ I really think only the simple fact that I fucked. Because I’m not married. And since we are both boys we can’t marry with one another. And yes, the fact that I fucked a boy will not improve the matter!”

“I can solve your problem, sweetheart”, Sean said after some thinking, “Say nothing at all about it. It is between the two of us and of nobody’s business anyway. Not even your parents’s business”.

“But how are you going to explain it then?”, Aengus wanted to know.

“Me? I’ve got no problem”.

Aengus looked at him in utter surprise.

“It is quiet simple”, Sean continued, “My parents know for about two years now I’m a homosexual. And they support me in it. They don’t care with whom I’ll be happy, they only care about that I am happy. That is the only thing that is important to them. You know…actually there was no need to do this over here in the studio. When I’m at home and I want to take a boy with me in my room, my parents have no objections to that…provided we don’t make that much noise as we just did”, he added with a broad grin.

“Do you want to do this more often, sweet angel of mine?”, Aengus asked timidly.

Sean nodded. He put his head on Aengus’s breast and kissed the nipples softly. Then he said in a soft voice:

“Yes, because I’m your little girl from now on!”

“I want to be your little girl as well in the future”, Aengus said, his eyes shining as only eyes in love can do.

A long silence followed. It was broken after a long time by Sean, who said:

“I don’t know about you, but I’m in an urgent need to take a leak”.

The remark made Aengus realize that his bladder was also pretty strained.

“Yeah..”, he said, “Where is the toilet?”

“Come along, we’ll do it together!”

It took a very short time before the two boys pissed into the toilet together, kissing and stroking each other’s buttocks at the same time. Then they cleaned each other up, fondling while doing so.

When they returned to the central room Sean got his clothes together, gave Aengus his and they dressed.

“I want to repeat this on short notice, dear”, Sean said, kissing Aengus on the lips, “here or in my room at home”.

All of a sudden something dawned in Aengus’s mind.

“Damned, what is the time?” he exclaimed.

“Half past six. Why?”, Sean asked surpised.

“Oh damned, I’ve got the early mass today. When I speed up I might be in time!”

Sean broke into laughter and said:

“You’d better be. Otherwise the old priest has to do it all by himself and even the early mass will take for ever”.

Aengus got on his bike and he started riding towards the church as if the devil was chasing him. It might bring him a championship in the Tour de France in the future