The Vicar & the Choir Boy

The music stopped, the singing stopped, the Vicar thanked everyone and then we were done. 

“Michael, do you want to stay for a few minutes? We’ll get your robes sorted out.”

I noticed a few odd glances between some of the older boys as they packed up their things and made to leave. I didn’t think anything of it. I guessed I had missed some joke or other. 

I had joined the choir in this tiny little village church a few weeks ago. I wasn’t particularly religious, but I loved to sing and there wasn’t much else to do around here. Ultimately I was hoping to find some like-minded people and maybe start up a band or something. 

There were boys of all ages in the choir, and a few girls too, with the youngest at maybe twelve or thirteen and quite a few of us up to eighteen and nineteen. We were practicing for an end of summer concert and today had been a rehearsal in our ecclesiastical robes to see how we performed. Mine were way too big and I figured I would need a smaller size. It though it would be kinda weird doing all this in robes and being in church, but surprisingly we were all having a pretty good time and the vicar wasn’t too stuffy and boring. 

As the other boys left the small space, the vicar beckoned me over to him. “Come on, there’s a kind of attic room. My secret space. We can use it as a changing room while we get the right robes.”

I followed him.  He was a nice enough guy and we all liked him. He wasn’t always on about god or trying to convert us, and he understood most of us were there because we liked singing or because our mates had joined. He was into fitness, and he enjoyed giving us tips on how to stay healthy, the best way to lift weights, that kind of thing. I know a couple of the boys in my year had gone to see him one-on-one about fitness tips.  

I followed him through the back of the church and up an ancient, narrow, winding stone stairway that seemed to go on for miles. Eventually we got to a tiny wooden door, about half the size of a normal door. The vicar pushed it open and crawled through. I followed, curious as to what lay beyond. 

We came out into a a small attic room. It had a plum coloured carpet that was threadbare in places, a low vaulted ceiling with exposed beams, and a tiny round window of stained glass at one end that let in just enough light for us to be able to see. 

“We’re directly over the main part of the church here. An odd place. Most churches don’t have these rooms, and we don’t know why this old girl was built in this way. I come up here when I want some privacy.” He said as he closed the little wooden door and turned back to me. “Get yourself undressed and we can get started.” He smiled at me, his eyes seeming like they twinkled before he turned away. 

I unfastened the robes I was wearing and pulled them over my head. I was wearing tight jeans and a t-shirt underneath. 

“Take your jeans and t-shirt off too, and I’ll measure you properly” the vicar called over his shoulder. He was rummaging in some storage boxes, apparently paying little attention to what I was doing. 
 I paused. Did I really need to take off my t-shirt and jeans?  I wasn’t sure I wanted to, but I didn’t want to seem rude. I guessed it wasn’t a problem, so after a moment I pulled off my t-shirt and then slowly peeled my jeans down my legs, being careful not to take my underwear with them.  I stepped out of them, now wearing only some white sports socks and my light blue briefs. It was surprisingly warm up here, but for some reason I got a flash of goosebumps. 

I looked up and noticed the vicar had stopped rummaging in boxes and he was watching me intently.

 “You have a great body” he said, which surprised me.  

“Er.... thanks” I said. I blushed and awkwardly moved my hands to cover the small bulge in my briefs, immediately cursed myself for being an idiot, and then just as awkwardly let my arms fall back to my sides.  

“No problem. Sometimes it’s nice to compliment a guy on his body, right?  I bet you’d like to compliment young David on his. I noticed you could hardly keep your eyes off him.” He chuckled deep in his chest. There was a pause and I know my cheeks and neck flushed a hot beetroot colour. 

The vicar winked at me. “I don’t blame you. He’s a real hottie. Pecks to die for” And he grinned, his eyes locked on mine. 

My eyes went wide. Now, the vicar wasn’t wrong: David was totally hot and he may or may not have been a deciding factor in me overcoming my dislike of religion and joining the choir. But I was left embarrassed and uncomfortable by the vicar’s observations. How did he know…..?

“Don’t worry.  Your secret’s safe with me.” The vicar said with a grin. 

There was another long pause where we just looked at each other. I suddenly felt self-conscious standing here in nothing more than underwear.  The skin on my thighs, between my legs and up my back was tingling.  My pulse had started to race and I knew my cheeks were still bright red. And it was hot up here.  So damn hot!

The vicar tilted his head to one side as if considering something. He seemed to make a decision. He narrowed his eyes, still looking directly into mine, and he said: “Why don’t you take them off?” He paused briefly. He inhaled. “I’ll show you what I’m going to do with you. There’s no better place to be sodomised for the first time than in the sight of god.” 

I think my heartbeat stopped for a full minute, and I know I stopped breathing. I was temporarily frozen to the spot. Everything about this conversation had gone in a totally different direction than I had been expecting.  I’d practically been outed and now he was saying words like “sodomised”?  I knew that meant anal sex…. didn’t it? Was he saying he was going to fuck me? 

In my head I was shocked, but that fizzing sensation in-between my legs was growing to the point I couldn’t ignore it and I had goosebumps everywhere.  The base of my spine tingled and my pulse was so loud I figured the vicar could probably hear it from across the room.  I could feel the blood pumping hot in my groin and I had butterflies in my tummy. 

The vicar smiled again. His smile was reassuring, calming. “Come on. Don’t be too shy. I know it’s what you want.” He stepped forward two paces, right into my personal space, and then he reached down to touch me just below the bulge in my briefs. The bulge that was growing slowly but surely as blood rushed to where it was needed most. 

I didn’t recoil, but I thought I should say something. “Not very priestly of you, is it?” I was trying to be light and unconcerned but it came out dripping with sarcasm in a way I hadn’t intended. 
 

“No, perhaps not. But then I’m not a priest. I’m a vicar. Different religion” he said with a grin and a wink. There was yet another long pause during which I noticed I was sweating. My dick was starting to strain against the fabric of my briefs.  In my mind I was starting to wonder if I wanted this…..
 

“I know you want it. You boys always do.  Look...” 

It was like he’d read my mind. He looked down and I followed his gaze. Sure enough, the bulge in my underwear was bigger, my dick straining at the elastic waistband and fighting to get free. I couldn’t help but notice how sensitive I felt down there.  Hot, and sensitive, and sensuous. 
  

He reached forward and took hold of my underwear, slowly pulling them down mid thigh. I made absolutely no move to stop him. My penis sprang up, set free, allowed to indulge in a full blown erection that seemed to pulsate harder than I had ever know. I took a deep breath. I couldn’t believe he’d done that. I couldn’t believe I’d let him. I couldn’t believe I wasn’t pulling them back up….. I really couldn’t believe I didn’t want to. 

“We’re going to do this anyway, so you might as well join in and enjoy it properly.” He said, still smiling. 

“What if I don’t let you?” I asked, my voice nervous and husky and my throbbing dick belying my sincerity. 

“If I have to, I’ll hold you down. God will give me the strength I need. They I shall place my holy seed into you, and you shall thank the Lord for it.” He made his voice sound all kinda religious like he was preaching a sermon to me.  He chuckled again, so I couldn’t work out whether he meant any of that. 

I went to speak. My mouth moved, my jaw bobbing up and down, but nothing came out. He reached out and touched my chest, lightly brushing his thumb across my nipple.  Moments passed by, each slightly hotter, each more erotic than the last. My nipple was on fire as he brushed it, circled it gently, occasionally moving right across it and pinching it slightly.  I could hardly breathe. 

Eventually I forced myself to speak. “Would you really hold me down and…..” I stopped.  I couldn’t finish the sentence as his pinched my nipple again and my cock pulsed. 

“I won’t have to.” He said, smiling again, drinking in my nudity and caressing my chest.  “Will I….?”

I blinked rapidly. How had we got to this point? I wondered.  A few short minutes ago I was downstairs, singing.  Now I was up here, pretty much naked, the vicar touching me, my dick hard and throbbing. 

I’d experienced very little in the way of sexual awakenings as I grew up.  I passed my mid-teens without a girlfriend and got to my late teens having barely kissed.  Why…..? Well, that was simple.  What I wanted, who I wanted, seemed perpetually out of reach.  Girls liked me, I just didn’t like them.  Not like that.  No, what I wanted was what this man - this vicar - was offering. I just hadn’t allowed myself to admit that to anyone before now. 

I searched my heart and soul. I knew the vicar was right.  I knew I’d let him do anything.  I was curious. So damned curious. More than that, I was desperate for attention.  Sexual attention.  I always wondered what would happen if I had the chance. And now I was here I wanted to try everything and my teenage hormones were practically screaming out for action, rooting me to the spot and forcing me to submit. There was a sense of inevitability.  It was going to happen. It was just a matter of how much time we allowed to pass before it did. 

My hole, my anus which had only ever been penetrated by my own finger, gave an involuntary shudder. Every cell in body came to the same conclusion at the same time: you’re gonna get fucked. 

“I’ll show you.” He said. “You get on your hands and knees here, facing towards the cross under the window. Rest on your forearms, with your head down. Arch your back and flex your hips so that you’re pushing your bottom back, with your anus on show for me.”

The instructions were detailed but I remembered them completely.  To be honest, I didn’t need to remember them because the position came totally naturally to me. I tentatively got into position, my underwear still pulled down to just above my knees. I leaning forward onto my forearms. I pushed my bottom back and out.  It felt so slutty, yet so natural.
 

The vicar got behind me. I felt his warm, smooth hands over my back, tracing a line of godly fire from the nape of my neck down to the base of my spine.  I took a ragged breath as his fingertips strayed close to the crevice between my buttocks. I held my breath completely as a single finger slid lower. 

The electricity that arced through my nerve endings as his finger lightly brushed across my anus was thrilling. It was incredible.  I never knew that being touched like this by another man could feel so….. so amazing!  

He teased me for a while, encouraging tiny mewing noises from my throat as he brushed across it, touched it, caressed it.  Then his fingers were there properly.  He pushed against me, harder now, more determined to explore.  He used his thumbs to pull the edges apart, prodding and poking, less teasing, more urgent. My breathing was deep, but ragged and as urgent as his probing. 

He used the palms of his hands to pull my cheeks apart and then I gasped as his hot wet tongue lapped my anus from bottom to top. My knees almost crumbled beneath me at the sensation.  I heard him chuckle a little, that deep chesty rumble that reverberated up my spinal chords.  I realised I had sweat running down my temples.  

His tongue was there again.  He burrowed with the tip and I tried desperately to relax enough to allow it to worm all the way in.  I practically willed him to do it.  I prayed for it.  He didn’t quite get it inside me, but he spent long minutes making me wet, burrowing into the ring of muscle and caressing the sensitive flesh surrounding my hole.  

My boy hole.  

My pussy.  

Oh god, fill my pussy…..

He reached his thumb out, sliding it over my smooth buttock to rest against my hole.  His tongue was still there, still steamy with a wet heat, his breath still on me. I felt pressure from the pad of his thumb and I whimpered. I pushed back. This was it…..

It slid inexorably inside me and I moaned softly the whole way.  My sphincter was relaxed and I was so ready to have something pushed in there.  It was incredible.  I couldn’t believe how sexy I felt.  I was totally overwhelmed.  

“I think you’re ready.  I like it tight the first time, so let’s not stretch things out too much” he said, his voice soft and quiet. 

My pulse found another gear and the nervousness in the pit of my belly made me squirm. I was excited, but I wondered if it would hurt. I knew it would. I’d never wanted to experience ‘hurt’ before in this way, but I was fixed to this spot and I wanted him to do it.  I was a hot mess.

He must have read my mind again. “It will hurt going in the first time, but it will be unlike any pain you have experienced.  It’s hard to explain. It’s a pain you’ll want to grasp, and you’ll invite it. I recommend saying the Lord’s Prayer to relax your mind, your body, and your spirit.” 

I closed my eyes.  I didn’t need the Lord’s Prayer. God could stay out of this. It wasn’t God’s dick being lined up to take my virginity.  

I suddenly felt something far bigger than a thumb pushing against the opening to my back passage.  I flinched, and he grabbed my hip with one hand. 

“Push back. Do not allow yourself to move forward. Embrace it.” He instructed. 

With his free hand he practically stuffed the tip of his cock into my hole, lubricated by his own saliva.  I whimpered again, but I pushed back as much as I could. Without warning he thrust forward, almost pushing me off balance and I cried out as the head of his cock popped inside me. I flexed my fingers out wide on each hand as the pain seared through me.

It burned and the stinging around the top and bottom of my ring was almost unbearable for a second or two before the sensations almost immediately began to change.  It was confusing.  It hurt, but I wanted it.  It was pain for sure, but there were waves of pleasure too.  

As he remained there, unmoving, he reached over me and grasped both my shoulders with his hands.  My muscles twitched and flexed, trying to accommodate this new thing inside me, trying to relax enough to take it, trying to find ways for the pleasure to take precedence over the discomfort. 

“Our Lord……” he began.  

It triggered something in my mind.  It distracted me and I relaxed, stopped clenching, and in that second he thrust with his hips while pulling me by my shoulders.  I cried out again as the entirety of his shaft slid quickly through my hole, all the way, until I could feel his bushy pubic hair on my buttocks and around my anus. 

I had tears in my eyes, but I was grinning. 

“Thy will be done…..” He intoned before pulling back a way, allowing his thick, veiny shaft to slide back before thrusting again. 

“Oh!” I exclaimed. “Oh….. Oh….. oh…..” In time with his thrusts, in time with the rhythm of his fucking. 

The pain had gone and the lingering discomfort was wearing away. I was left with an amazing feeling of his hard flesh inside mine, sliding in and out, touching places I never even knew I had. Every sensation was incredible, so intense. It was a thousand times better than touching myself. 

The vicar reached down and around to grasp my penis and play with my balls.  My dick was soft now, with all my sexual focus taken up with the amazing feelings around my anus and rectum. His touch brought it to life, made it grow, and he slowly jerked his hand back and forth in time to his own cock moving in and out of me.  I was moaning loudly now, moaning and whimpering and making pathetic breathy sounds that I simply could not control. 

I felt slutty.  I was ready to do anything he wanted and a little part of me wanted him to do anything and everything, to have me be his submissive little bitch. If he wanted to piss on me, I was okay with that….. he could slap me, tie me up…… I’d let this man do anything. Anything at all. I was in a foggy state of sexual arousal like I never even knew was possible.

He slowed his thrusts down to a stop then gently pulled his dick free of my hole.  “Turn around and lay on your back. I’d like to look in your eyes when I fill your insides with my cum” he said.  

I scrambled to obey, my legs wobbly as I switched positions.  I turned over, got on my back, and instinctively I grabbed my legs behind my knees, pulling them back and exposing my gaping, pink hole.  

The vicar smiled down at me, stroking his cock.  I got a good look at it.  It was thick and veiny just like I thought.  The head was relatively small, the same size as the shaft, a throbbing purple colour.  I wanted it back inside me, where it belonged. 

“Tell me what you want” he instructed. 

“Fuck me!” I said without a moment’s hesitation. “Put it back in!”

“Such a good boy” he chuckled as he lined himself up.  I shuffled into him. I wanted it.  I felt hot, not like heat on a summer’s day, but a deep heat that was growing inside me.  It was an incredible feeling. And I felt oddly naked without something in my hole, without him bending over me and filling my vision. 

His head touch my hole and I squeezed my eyes shut. I felt it slide in, just the smallest feeling of discomfort as my ring, now closing, was forced open once again.   

“Oh….. godddd…….” I murmured. 

He chuckled.  “Yes. Exactly.” he said softly as he pushed the length of his shaft deep inside me. 

That made me chuckle too.  His silly joke while he thrust at my back door.  

“Do you really believe in god?” I asked, suddenly curious. 

“Of course” he replied, his focus entirely on his own shaft slowly pumping in and out of me. 

I pulled my legs back further so he could get a better view. “But surely this isn’t very….. biblical” I said. I was trying to goad him.  Maybe he’d spank me.

He laughed enough to pause his thrusting. “That shows you haven’t ever read the bible” he said. He looked at me, winked, and slowly pushed all the way in.  I exhaled every bit of breath I had. 

“If it’s god’s will that I give some of you boys what you want, who am I to argue?” He said after a short while. “I am your shepherd, showing you the way, helping you making the crossing from boyhood to manhood. You’re old enough to consent, and I haven’t taken anything that wasn’t freely offered.”

My eyes went wide. “But you said……” I paused.  I knew he’d been joking around.  “What I hated it….?” I blurted out. 

He thrust three times hard and fast to stop me talking.  It sent my eyes rolling up into the back of my head. 

“Yes, it looks like you’re having a terrible time” he said with a grin. Before I could recover and speak again he added “Sometimes you boys need a little….. encouragement, that’s all” 

I pulled my legs back again. It was so deep now. 

“You’re enjoying this, right?” He said.  It wasn’t a question. 

I nodded.  “Enjoying” wasn’t the word.  I was in heaven….. I closed my eyes so focus on the sensations so deep in my guts.  I nodded. 

“Good.  You’re a natural.  A beautiful young bottom.  Tell me, is there anything you won’t do for me at this moment”

I shook my head.  I couldn’t speak.  He thrust again.  And again.  He pulled almost completely out of me, then forced himself back in quickly. My breathing was shallow and ragged. I felt close to coming, even though I wasn’t even touching myself. 

The vicar leaned forward and planted his lips on mine.  He gave me a deep, wet kiss, his tongue snaking into my mouth and exploring around my teeth, my gums, and playing a game of chase with my own tongue. I whimpered again.  I was so close…..

He held my face, kissing me and licking me, nibbling my earlobe and biting at my neck while he pushed and thrust with his hips.  I was practically unconscious with heat and waves of unbelievable pleasure crashing over me like waves on a beach.  

Suddenly my eyes went wide.  There it was. The point of no return.  I felt my orgasm build and build and he thrust and thrust.  The staccato movement of his penis was pushing me over the edge.  

“Don’t stop…… don’t stop…… don’t stop….” I breathed over and over and over.  

I felt his dick swell.  I could feel it throbbing against the walls of my rectum, throbbing around my anus, blood pumping and swelling it to what felt like twice the size!  He stopped thrusting and I sighed with disappointment as I was almost there. I felt as though I had been left on pause, teetering right on the very edge, and that literally any movement now would send me crashing into the depths. But there was no going back now…..

Then there was a mighty spurt inside me. I felt it, the heat and wetness.  Then another.  He surged forwards, sending his salty-sour juices deep up inside me.  The thought of it, the new sensation, the thrust of his penis as he lurched to push deeper up my ass….. it was everything I needed and more. 

My scrotum tightened into a scrunched up ball and my cock throbbed, my blood pumping everything I had into it.  I cried out as a huge ejaculation burst from the tip, wracking my body with convulsions. Another followed quickly, then a slight delay, then another.  All the while my new vicar friend was rocking against me, his own orgasm almost spent. 

I was sweating. Waves of heat were still sweeping over me and I felt exhausted in a way I’d never felt.  He cock was still throbbing, pulsing away even though my balls had nothing left to give. The vicar’s thrusts had slowed to almost involuntary spasms. The whole thing had been glorious. 

I breathed heavily, gasping for cool air.  The Vicar chuckled again. He raised himself up and extracted his shrinking dick from my well-used hole. “Thy kingdom come” he said softly as he watched a trickle of his juices slide from my gaping pink hole. 

“Here” he said. An instruction.  

I sat up, covered in my own cum and leaking from my open pussy.  He beckoned to me, held out his penis.  

I got on my knees and took him in my mouth.  I sucked the salty, earthy juices from him, never once complaining or worrying about where it had just been.  I was still submissive and still ready to do anything.  I savoured every lick. 

I slurped and licked and sucked, used my tongue to get the final drops from his pee hole.  Finally he took my head in both hands and gently moved me, pushed me away from his now flaccid dick. 

“You did well. You came a lot, and hard. I like that.” He said. 

I sank back to the threadbare purple carpet, nude except for the underwear that had clung to my knees throughout.  I lay back, just breathing. The air felt cooler up here now as my sweat evaporated off me. I closed my eyes. My dick ached, my balls felt sensitive, and my hole was hot and felt like I still had something shoved in there.  They were amazing feelings that I relished.  

The vicar grabbed a couple of clean towels from somewhere over by his storage boxes.  He kept one and tossed the other over to me where it landed on my chest. 

“Don’t worry about getting it dirty,” he said casually. “Just clean yourself up as best you can. I know that was hot and sweaty work.”

I grabbed the towel and rubbed it over my face and chest, drying the sweat before I used it wipe up my cum and then clean up around my ass.

“If you want to come by mine you can shower, but I guess you’d rather go back to your place and shower there….?”

I thought for a second.  Yeah, I’d rather go away from here and process what just happened.  It wasn’t that I regretted anything, just that I needed to make sense of this bizarre situation. And if I was totally honest, I was already planning to play with myself while I relived it.  “I…. I’ll go home, but thanks” I answered.

The vicar smiled at me warmly.  “I understand.”  

There was silence as we both dressed. My underwear was wet with sweat, but I pulled them up anyway and climbed into my jeans and t-shirt. 

“Oh…. What about the robes?” I asked, suddenly remembering why we were here. 

The vicar winked at me. “Your robes are down in the church.  I gave you a few sizes too big on purpose.”  He grinned. 

I grinned too. I couldn’t help it.  “That was….” I tried to think of the word. He stepped forwards and embraced me, and we hugged. 

“Yes, it was incredible.  You’re definitely the best of the boys” he said. 

I pushed away from him. “You’ve had……” suddenly I realised…. The odd looks between some of the boys…. The one-on-one fitness sessions…. Boys coming back here for more....

“The Lord moves in mysterious ways” he said with a smile plastered across his face.  “Perhaps next time we’ll conspire to get David up here too.  You seem like the type of submissive little thing who’d enjoy being screwed by two men at the same time.”

“Next time….” I muttered, my mouth hanging open.  “David…… screwed….” I was tying to make sense of these things.  The unexpected mention of David had sent my mind spinning.  

“I’m certain that David would like that very much.  He watches you almost as much as you watch him” he said with another of his chesty chuckles.  

My eyes went wide.  “You think…..?”

He winked at me.  “I know. Besides…. David….. such a biblical name.”

I laughed at that and as I did I felt a little truckle of cum seep out of my ass into my underwear. 

“I guess the Lord does move in mysterious ways!” I said. 

The vicar showed me out and I made my way home on shaky legs.  I had a long bath when I got back to my house where I touched myself to make sure I had actually closed up again, and jerked off twice until my balls ached. 

As I lay back in the water that had now cooled to room temperature, I wondered whether I would be up for doing that again. I wondered if the vicar could engineer a situation where David would join us.  I laughed to myself.  

Of course I would do it again. 

To be continued........?

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