Altar Boy

Somewhere back in time, my parents made church an important rule, not an option, every Sunday. Then by the time I was in the first grade I was made to not only attend church, but I was separated from my parents and made to sit with my Sunday school class, where after church we attended lessons, while our parents socialized at a coffee hour. For 9 or 10 years we attended classes on Sunday with the same group of kids, some of whom I attended regular weekday school with. It was during these years I became good friends with a guy named Peter. 

 Peter was the cool kid, I kind of discovered I had a crush on him, he was maturing quicker than me, he was taller, later on he played track, baseball, and was a star in gym class, and he was developing into a real hunk. One problem was, to him, I was only a cool kid at church, in school he ignored me, and it was like two personalities.

 By the time we were in the seventh grade, we moved onto junior high school and at school we drifted even further apart, but at church we still bonded. I should have distanced myself for his double standard, but I really liked the guy. He was handsome and had a really nice body, he had flowing brown hair that just covered his ears, and it swept down across his left eyebrow, his face had a strong chiseled jaw, at this time he didn’t shave yet, but he has a fine peachy fuzz just beginning on his slightly darker upper lip. He had two perfect dimples on each side of his mouth slightly puffing his cute cheeks and perfect white teeth. I truly didn’t understand our relationship, but yet I never questioned it either, I truly had a thing for him. Secretly I was questioning myself and my feelings for another guy at this time, I mean that’s not how it’s supposed to be is it?

 Seventh grade we were “forced” to attend Religion classes after school, Peters parents both worked so we’d walk to the church after school, attend the classes, and my mom or dad would pick us up, and Peter would stay at my house till his mom stopped by to get him, it became more convenient for him to just stay for supper on Tuesday nights. So to my pleasure we hung out together and had a great time, but Monday morning at school I was ignored again.

 Peter volunteered for the altar boy classes, so naturally I also had to, I mean spending time around him was my goal. Unfortunately the group of boys was too large and we were split apart to my great disappointment. We both finished our training and our groups alternated Sundays. Peter soon became “lead” acolyte of his “team”. I found him walking down the aisle in his black and white cassock very exhilarating for some reason. His innocent face looking up at the candle atop his staff or the cross as he walked up toward the altar, his bows, kneeling, and bending in his dress like outfit, just gave me a raging hard on. I couldn’t help but focus solely on him throughout the entire mass.

 Our church was old and drafty in the winter, and hot as hell in the summer. It was in the summer months our teams got shuffled around because of vacations and finally one Sunday I was assigned to Peter’s team, today was a special mass he took an incense burner and I was one of two candle attendants. It was a brutal hot day, we were dressing in the acolyte room upstairs, when Peter stripped down to his underwear and proceeded to slip his cassock on, we never unbuttoned them we just slid them over our heads. Damn I was hot and he got me going, seeing his chiseled chest and ab’s, his tufts of brown underarm hair, his massive tree trunk legs, his underwear rested just below his hip bones that protruded over the waistband, a nice smooth “V” cut or actually looking more like a longhorn steer, with at least one vein on the right side visible through his milky white skin, leading into those loose fitting boxers and what seemed to be a huge space exposed below his very flat belly button, I think I detected a fine peach fuzz line but I was so flabbergasted I quickly looked away from being caught ogling at him. 

 He turned away from me and bent over to slip the black under dress over his head, and holy crap I saw those boxers ride up that perfectly plump ass, and then he quickly pulled the white overlay over his head, then facing me tried to flip his hair and moved to the mirror to perfectly fix his hair. I was dressed but my dick was harder than hell. I jokingly said maybe I should strip down underneath and he encouraged me to. It just felt so odd to be half naked under those garments on the altar with a church full of people watching, if only they knew my raging hormones were at their peak performance. 

 Two weeks later we were teamed up again, another hot day and we did the dare thing. Yup, we both agreed and did it, both absolutely stark naked underneath except our polished shoes and socks. I watched closely as he stripped down naked and stretched up as he put the black robe over his head, this time facing me. His slim but muscular body was better than I imagined that “V” shape was more of a U resting atop a soft brown bush that sat atop of a larger than life dick that flopped to one side, and tight little smooth ball sack, as he tugged on each side trying to pull the front over the top of his dick where it kind of stuck out catching the material. Me, I turned my back on him as he watched, so I could hide my obvious hard on which poked out the front of my black robe, thankfully the white overlay was just to the top, somewhat hiding or I should say disguising it.

 During the sermon we both sat on a side bench together, pretty much out of view of the congregation. Peter somehow slid his hand inside and very discretely I detected he was jerking off or I should say gently massaging his meat. He knew I was watching, and he made its shape pronounced through the black material. It was hot and I was horny, I often missed many of my cues to do something at a particular time during the mass, to the priest’s dismay as by his given obvious stares.

 The black cassock had a series of buttons down the back, but we never used them we always pulled them over our heads. One time while during the mass, Peter bent over across from me retrieving the bells as he was preparing to ring, when I detected a sliver, of his smooth white ass through the slightly parted black material between the buttons. This made me more self conscious about my own butt possibly showing. After service I told him and we both laughed. A few weeks later we were together again and this time he joked we should put the robes on backwards with the buttons in front so we won’t accidentally flash the congregation, so we did.

 Now come sermon time, again we’re seated on the small bench and Peter once again begins his slow stroke only this time he tried to fake me out, and stuck his finger through one of the slits, damn I knew it was too small for his real dick but wow it was so hot, and my imagination got the better of me. Within a few minutes he was teasing me with the actual limp dick poking through while gently trying to arouse it. Holy Fuck! I was poking upward and not to be obvious I pretended to pull my arm out of the sleeve and scratch, hiding my true intent, and before long I was jerking away with him, and yes even though Peter never saw my smaller dick before, I exposed it where only he could see it. Both of us now slowly pumping, both very hard, and not paying attention by the way, when we realized the priest was done and moving back into position, we were caught off guard and we have to hustle into our proper places, luckily with our backs to the congregation, Peter didn’t get his dick tucked away quite right and with the priest’s back in front of us and the congregation behind us he lifted his white top exposing his white hard dick against the black material to me as he tucked it away slightly giggling.

After Mass we went to our dressing room and began to undress when suddenly the Priest came into the room and began reprimanding us, on our performance today. Peter quickly covered up his naked body holding the robe in front of it, and I had yet to undress. Peter was well embarrassed as the priest began lecturing us and then knew Peter was naked, and so he focused mostly on me, as we stood next to each other, our faces with a frown looking at the floor. The priest turned and left, realizing what else we had done as in being naked, and said we’d better not be naked under those robes ever again. I was still standing next to Peter, we both hid our adolescent giggling with our hands until the door closed behind him. I dropped my hand back to my side as Peter dropped his robe to the floor and my hand made contact with his dick. He didn’t jump away, but I did as he turned his head and stared me in the eye. Holy crap I thought he will never talk to me again, as my hand was instantly flying away in any direction but were it just was.

 Then he reached up took my hand by the wrist and made me touch his dick, as it began to harden. We were still looking at each other’s eyes, when he pressed my hand hard into his package, and then released it, reaching over to my black robe and unbuttoned a few buttons around my crotch area, sliding his hand in just enough to pull my dick out. He gripped around it and slid it up and down in his hand. I was rock solid already, and I began to feel my way around his, he was also already rock solid too. I began jerking him, he continued jerking me, I looked over at his naked body (except for the shoes and socks) and found myself lusting and so sexually stimulated by him I began to squirt my load. It dripped all over the black robe, and I awkwardly tried to keep jerking him, but he instead stopped my jerky uncoordinated movements, and pulled my black robe over my head before pushing me to my knees. Here I am totally naked now staring at this marvelous beautiful specimen of a cock (now I’ve really never ever seen one up this close except for my own) as he grabbed my head, and drew my face closer into it. I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to, but I knew he was looking for me to open my mouth, which, who was I kidding, I did. I licked the end, then licked again, like a puppy dog waiting for a treat I glanced up into his eyes which were slightly closed with each lick. Then I grabbed it at the base with my right hand and gently guided it to my open lips where I took in the pinkish purplish head. In my mouth it felt like the earth, it was huge, I thought wow it doesn’t look that big, but my lips were straining to open that wide. My eyes glanced up his smooth chest past his chiseled chin over his nose and glanced into his eyes again, as he seemed to produce a smile larger than life.

 Then it happened, I choked or let’s say gagged, as I spit out a huge looggie of spit with his dick getting the brunt of it, and the rest sliding off and dripping to his shiny black shoes. I took his dick back in to my mouth, once again as my cooling, slimy spit, felt so good going back in my mouth as I swirled it around that loose yet tight hard skin. It dawned on me I had Peter’s dick in my mouth, while I couldn’t deep throat him, it was enough for him to begin to get off, as I watched his ass cheeks clench from the side with each stroking suck. He pulled out and spewed his load onto my face , blinding me in my right eye and blocking one nostril as I raised my hands to wipe it away he put one hand on my naked shoulder for support and the other went to his own dick, finish by jerking himself dry, before falling back to the chair close by. We sat there not saying a word as he stood and cleaned off, and I did the same. We both continued dressing. I forgot and never cleaned the black robe from my cum accident, and often wondered what the women of the altar guild thought who cleaned and pressed them each week.

 Summer was soon over and we both went back to our normal altar boy teams. We outgrew the Sunday school classes, finished off our Tuesday religion as well. We both continued to serve as altar boys, but I could tell when I sat in the congregation that he was making particular movements to get me excited and I knew when he was watching me in return. It was an adolescent playful banter between us.

 I was still perplexed, after all we’d been through and done together, he still ignored me all through high school. He had his share of all the girlfriends while I never did but I remained closeted. We graduated and moved on to college, he dropped out for a modeling job. I was amazed at his body as I’d spot him in clothing ads, especially underwear ads, then his big break came, he got a job in a TV soap opera, from there he got a TV show wound up several times on teen heart throb magazine covers (even though he was already in his mid 20’s). I used to buy them just to jerk off to and often wondered if he remembered me.

 Along came Facebook and I ran across him, sent him a friend request, and he accepted, through various chats we discovered all these years later we lived only 30 miles apart in the Midwest. He now retired as his handsomeness, child like stardom went by the wayside. We met for dinner one night and talked of old times. The guy was a mess, his “life” took its toll, Drugs and alcohol, affairs galore, he looked 20 years older than me, living all alone. While me I had my husband and 2 grown kids now, my life was so full and his seemed so empty and depressed. Our reminiscing of those old times brought back a slight sparkle to his eye. He admitted he was also gay now, but never settled down, although he tried to hit on me, tonight I had no problem refusing, knowing I had a perfect life and surely didn’t want his.