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  THE CHURCH OF EROS	
Prologue:  The Church of Eros is a fiction with elements of truth
about it and you should be at least eighteen to read it.  My sole
purpose in writing it is to enhance your self-pleasuring.  It
would give me great joy to know that you have taken off your
clothes as you read this and that you are naked and masturbating
your beautiful cock to a wonderful cum.  

THE CH	URCH OF EROS
By TANTRA
Chapter One

	I was just thirteen years old when I was introduced to The
Church of Eros and to Father Mulcahey and, as it turned out, it
became the most important event in my young life.  I can't really
believe that if it were not for the church I might not have gone
the way of gay sex because the lure of it was too overwhelming
for me.  But thanks to the church I found the acceptance of the
life-style that encouraged me to freely enjoy all of the special
thrills that go with it. 
Out of the blue my mother sat me down for a serious talk one day
after school and told me that she wanted me to join her church. 
She had become a member of a church just after she separated from
my father three months before. I thought, at the time, that maybe
it made sense for her to seek out some spiritual support in the
aftermath of a divorce, but it sure didn't apply to me. 
	If nothing else the church took too much of her time.  She would
go off to services on Sunday morning and not return until
mid-afternoon.  On Wednesday and Friday evening she would be off
to church and not return until just before she had to go to work.
 My mother worked midnights as head nurse at a Boston hospital.
	I hated to see my mother get religious after so many years of
being proud of her sexiness.  She had had numerous affairs with
men over the years that even I knew about and which ultimately
led to the separation but since joining the Church of Eros and
even though she was now single, she never brought anyone home. 
You can all me weird but I liked the idea of her fucking men. If
only my father could have found the same kind of sexual
excitement in allowing his wife fuck to other men they would
still be together. 
But now it was like she took to religion seriously. She still
looked as sexy, and, in fact, sexier.  I couldn't believe the way
she dressed for church.  She looked   like a hot blonde on the
make.  She was thirty-five years old and still had it.
	"Why in the world would I want to join a church?" I asked her. 
"We've never been religious before and I kind of liked it that
way."
	"Honey, it's a different kind of church," she said.  "Very
different.  And at first I thought  you were too young.  But now
you are thirteen and Father Mulcahey has convinced me that it is
right for you.  Besides I see all the other children are so happy
with it, some of whom are much younger than you.  Anyway I agreed
to have Father Jim talk to you and I made an appointment for this
afternoon." 	
	If my father was so hell-bent on having a faithful wife, I
thought, he should have stuck around one more month.  It looked
like my mother's sexy days were over.  At least for now.
  Even though she never brought her boy-friends home, and even
though I was only twelve at the time, I was pretty much hip to
what was going on.  I heard my father on the phone talking to a
friend of his and saying that my mother had asked him to consider
swinging but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.  My father
taught Political Science at Harvard University and felt that a
loose life-style might not sit well the administration.  I heard
my mother tell him that it was ridiculous to think that way
because most academics were into sexual freedom in a big way.  I
heard her tell him that his real problem was that, even though he
was a wildly attractive man, for some reason he lacked the
self-confidence necessary for that kind of life style.
	So now I got to see my father every other week-end and he came
to all of my Pop Warner football games that fall and was proud of
my talent.  He had played for Harvard as an undersized running
back and had scored three touchdowns against Yale his junior
year. 
	 Anyway my mother and I made the thirty mile drive to Grafton to
a building that looked more like the private school it once was.
It was set back in the woods on a forty acre campus and pretty
much away from you might say prying eyes. Oddly there was only
one small sign out front to announce that it was a church and
there was none welcoming visitors.   The sign simply said "The
Family Church".
	A Sister Sarah greeted us at the door and, while she was
attractive, and young she also looked a trifle mannish.  Her
black hair was short and she was wearing a man's shirt and tie
with long pants.
	"So this is Stephen," she said.  "He's almost too pretty to be a
boy.  Are you absolutely sure he is a boy, Lydia?"
	I'd heard it before.  My Aunt Susan always called me a "near
Miss."  On the other hand I was the star running back on my Pop
Warner team and the high school coach had already been out to
scout me for next year.  There was really nothing effeminate
about me.
	The Sister led us to a small conference room that had four
lounge chairs in a circle, and, though I was expecting my mother
to sit in on the meeting I was left alone to wait for the priest.
 When the door next opened I was stunned at the appearance of
Father Jim.  He was really tall and very handsome and had a smile
that put me immediately at ease.  He was dressed in a cassock and
collar and looked as much like a priest as anyone could.
	I stood up when he entered and we shook hands.  But instead of
letting go in the usual amount of time the priest continued to
hold my hand.  He was looking directly at me, eye to eye, while
he used a middle finger to gently trace a line along the palm of
my hand.  
	Then in a low almost whisper he said, "You are so beautiful,
Stephen, so very beautiful."
	I started to erect. I couldn't believe it but this handsome
priest holding on to my hand was giving me an erection.  He saw
it, too.  He was looking at my crotch and smiling.
	"Please sit down, Stephen.  This meeting won't take too long. I
believe I have some of my answers already."
	He thinks I'm queer, I thought.  He knows he gave me an erection
and he thinks I'm queer.  I glanced at my lap and couldn't miss
the obvious tent. But then I noticed something else, too, as he
sat across from me.  His cassock had a nice bulge, as well, to
the point that I wondered if he was wearing any underwear.
	Again in a quiet voice he said, "I would say that man to boy we
are going to get along very well, wouldn't you?"  
	He was one of those priests, I thought.  My mother had
unwittingly set me up with one of those boy loving priests.  Well
I was at the age where my sex drive was in full bloom and if this
handsome priest wanted to give me a blow job who was I to refuse.
His secret would be safe with me.
	"Just what has your mother told you about the Church of Eros?"
he asked.
	"The Church of Eros?" I asked.  "The sign out front said The
Family Church."
	"Well the actual title is the Church of Eros but for obvious
reasons It would be far to revealing to announce that to the
world."
	"Announce what to the world?
	"You see, Stephen, ours is a religion, alright, but a religion
that worships a sub-God.  We do not deny or affirm the one true
God that other religions worship.  We leave that up to you.  But
this church worships the sub-God, Eros.  Are you familiar with
the Greek God Eros?"  
	"Isn't he like Cupid or something?  Isn't he the one with the
bow and arrow?  Doesn't he shoot his arrow and make people fall
in love?"
	"That's very good, Stephen.  It's really remarkable that you
know this.  But Eros is not Cupid.  They are often confused. 
Eros is actually the God of sexual desire.  Just think about that
for a moment.  He is the god of sexual desire. In legend once
struck with one of his arrows you are driven to seek out and
enjoy all manner of sexual pleasure. The arrows of Eros don't
always make you fall in love with one person, but far more often
they cause you to become addicted to sexual pleasure itself.  In
our church we welcome those arrows. We pray for them to strike us
and turn us on to sex."
	I stared at him in disbelief and at the same time I was becoming
very excited. My erection which had begun to subside was back in
force and I was beginning to sweat. At the same time I couldn't
really believe I understood him correctly. 
	"Are you saying that you pray for ............. Are you saying
that you are looking for ............."
	"Sex!" the priest said.  "Thank to the arrows of Eros, our
congregants want to have sex with each other."
	"What about the kids like me?"
	"You are included in those prayers."
	"So the kids have sex with each other, too?" This was almost too
good to be true, I thought.
	"And the children have sex with the adults, as well."
	"But it's against the law, isn't it?"
	"That is why we conduct ourselves in utmost secrecy.  It is
against the law.  But it is not against the law of Eros or God,
for that matter.  Once you are struck with the arrows of Eros you
will find yourself desiring every variety of sexual pleasure. 
Once Eros has you in his spell you will be unable to resist.  And
that includes homosexual acts and family love.
"When you say family love are you talking about..............
about incest?"
	"Yes."
	"You expect me to..........with my mother?"
	"Yes."
	"Does she want to do that with me?"
	"Yes. She joined the Church of Eros because she likes to have
sex with children as well as other adults."  He said it just like
that straight out.  "She wants to have sex with you.  You see the
Church of Eros believes that sex is God's special gift to men and
women and that incestuous sex helps bond families together.  Even
though it makes pals of parents it seems to work out better than
the authoritarian alternative."
	Even though I couldn't believe what I was hearing my cock was so
worked up I almost wanted to unzip my fly, take it out and start
jerking off.  My mother has been fucking other kids and not me. 
	"She's been a member of the church for a couple of months now,"
I said.  "How come she didn't bring this up before?"
	"She was afraid of how you would react. It is quite delicate
after all. She's been looking for signs that you had the sexual
interests I've been assuring her were there at your age.  But
with your football and everything she couldn't be sure. She's
been checking your computer to see if you were showing any of the
normal interest in sex.  She's probably been asking you some
questions, too."
	"Not too much.  Maybe she asked me   a few about girls. I have
been checking out sex sites a lot but she wouldn't have been able
see.  I use a second identification with a different code."
	"What kind of sex sites?"
	"Mostly stories.  You learn more from the stories than you do
from the videos.  Nifty Alternative Sex Stories is the  one I use
mostly."
	"To jerk off with," he said.
I had a fit of coughing that didn't want to quit.
	"Gay stories?" he asked.
	"They have everything not just gay," I finally managed to say. 
	"Do you like the gay stories?"
	"I like them all."
	"Which do you like best?"
	It was kind of a moment of truth.  And I trusted him enough to
answer him honestly.
	"I guess I like the gay stories the most. I get my biggest cums
from the gay stories  Does that mean I'm gay?"
	"At your age you are subject to change as you go along.  And
your interest is perfectly normal.  Have you ever had sex with
other boys?"
	"No, father.  I have never had sex with anyone."
	"Would you like to have sex with other boys?"
	"Yes, Father.  With men, too."
	I could see he liked that answer.
	"Do you have a curiosity about sucking a cock?"
	"Yes, Father."
	"Is there anything else that you fantasize about?"
	I knew where this was headed and I could guess the answer he
wanted to hear.
	"I am curious about what it would be like to get fucked. I've
seen videos and the boys and men seem to enjoy getting fucked. 
From the looks on their faces the feeling is supposed to be pure
pleasure.  And in the stories they make it sound like it's the
most awesome of all the sexual experiences."
	"Brother Frank and I have a method of introducing boys to anal
sex that doesn't cause them any of the usual pain.   It takes a
lot of patience and a lot of time.  It takes well over an hour to
do it and it is pure pleasure from beginning to end.  Would you
like us to do that for you?"
	"I would like that very much.  When could we do it?" 
 	"Probably not tonight because your mother is anxious to make
love to you and I would thinkshe deserves some attention before
anything else."
	"Can I be honest, Father.  I can do it with my mother at home. 
I would much rather do something with you tonight if that's
possible. I guess you could say that right now I am in a mood for
guys."
	"What if we made it a threesome.  You know three is just the
right number for the best of sex.  You are not only engaged
yourself but you have the erotic stimuli of watching others. 
There is always the inclusion of homosexual sex that adds to the
excitement."
	"Can I ask you a question, Father?"
	"Go ahead."
	"Are you gay, too?"
	"I would have to say that I am.  Others would say that I'm
bisexual.  But my leanings are more to the homosexual side.  You
have to understand that when you are sexy like you and I we are
able to service both genders and that gay men, due to their
sensitivity and their desire to cause others to experience
pleasure, make the best lovers for women.  I know that I have a
minor difficulty in cumming when I am fucking a woman and that
when I want to cum I have to think about men.  So I can last and
last and some women need that time because they take longer to
orgasm."
	"Have you fucked my mother?"
	"Yes!" 
	I allowed myself to envision the two of them naked and together.
 "She's very sexy, isn't she?" I asked.
	"Very.  And she likes it all.  We have special nights during the
week.  Thursday night is for lesbians only and Friday night is
for bondage.  She loves it all."
	"She does it with girls, too?"
	"Yes." 
	"Wow.  I wouldn't believe that about my mother." 
  	"As you say she's very sexy. Next Sunday she has agreed to be
one of the presenters at services.  We have a new member named
Butch.  He is a three hundred pound black guy with a huge cock. 
It is the biggest I have ever seen. It could be as much as
thirteen inches and as thick as my forearm.  He told me that he
rarely meets a woman who can take it all so he has developed a
bunch of different positions to enable a female to take as much
of his cock as she can handle.  But your mother thinks she can
take it all and she is willing to get on top of the altar with
Butch next Sunday and give it a try.  It should be very
exciting."
	"Is that what you do at services?"
	"Services take a half an hour or less.  It consists of a few
short prayers and then a sexual demonstration of one sort or
another, to pay our respects to the power of Eros and to get
everyone in the mood for sex upstairs in the sex room.  The
demonstration might be something as charming as two pre-teen kids
fucking on the altar or as beautiful as having two Lesbians
scissoring each other.  I try to come up with something different
and erotic each week to get everyone in the mood.   The chapel
has no pews.  The congregation stands throughout.  They are
required to wear panties or thong pouches and to remain clothed
throughout so they don't get into a frenzy that the confines of
the chapel couldn't handle.  They are allowed to lower their
underthings to above the knee or even to the ground as long as
they have the garment around at least one ankle. They are allowed
to play with themselves, but they can't touch each other during
services.  
"There is really nothing sexier than a church full of congregants
masturbating to our presentation.  It fact the custom goes back
to the early days of the Catholic Church.  They felt periodical
sexual orgies relieved them of potentially troublesome urges and
allowed them to live their daily lives productively and without
temptations."
	"Wow! This all sounds too good to be true. It's like all of the
sex things you wanted to do are suddenly okay.  It's like all of
a sudden your parents are saying that they want you to have sex.
It's all too good to be true."
	 "And we are talking about all kinds of sex.  There is more
homosexual sex than anything else.  Do you find that idea
exciting?"
	My voice was nowhere to be found.  I was trying to picture the
mother I knew doing any of this and, I had to admit I could.  My
cock was so hard it was painful.
	"You haven't answered me, Stephen.  Do you find it exciting?"
	"Yes," I finally blurted.  "You mean about the orgy.  Yes I find
it exciting."
	"Including the homosexual sex?"
	"Yes.  Especially the homosexual sex!"
	"And you still haven't answered my question about having a
threesome with your mother."
	"As long as you're going to be with us it sounds okay.  I think
I need to see what it's like to suck a cock more than anything
else." 
	"I have an idea."
	"What's that, Father?"
	"I think I would like to start off with you doing a strip tease
for your mother.  I'll bet she hasn't seen your pretty cock since
you were little.  I'm thinking of a strip tease while she
masturbates."
	"Wow.  You are so sexy.  You want me to do a strip for her?""
	"Would you like to do that for her?"
	"I don't dance."
	"Strip dancing is related to sex. You don't have to be Fred
Astaire.  All you have to do is move sensually with the music. 
Just think about sex and the moves will come naturally.  The more
subtle the movement the better it is."
	"You have sexy music?"
	"We have underground obscene music that we play at services."
	"Obscene?"
	"Yes, obscene.  Blunt, unadulterated lyrics with a pounding,
penetrating beat."
	"Wow!  Father!  How does a priest ever get to be so sexy?"
	"It is the influence of the god Eros."
	"What will I wear?  
"Your clothes will do fine.  I'm sure, in her mind, she has been
undressing you for months just the way you look right now.  Now
we are going to make those thoughts a reality."  

 THE CHURCH OF EROS
CHAPTER TWO
	We came out to the lobby hand in hand, priest and boy, with me
presenting a tell-tale bulge that wouldn't go away.  Seeing my
mother, and how sexy she looked, I felt a renewed interest in
doing a three-way with her and Father Jim.  I would have both a
pussy and a cock to play with and what could be better than that?
 She even looked sexier now than she did an hour ago due, in
large part, to my new awareness of the sexual things she was
doing.
	"We have a new convert, Lydia.  We should rejoice." Father Jim
said solemnly
	"I'm not surprised." She said.
	"Well if you're not surprised, Mom, what took you so long to
bring me here?"
	"Well, I was looking for signs that you were ready for it and
that you would be interested.  It is very touchy, after all, to
bring up the subject of free love to your thirteen year old son.
It could have been a disaster.   I knew you had a second call
sign in the computer and that was hopeful.  At least I knew that
you were looking at something you didn't want me to see.  I was
trying to get up the nerve to call you on it and demand that you
open it up and see what was on your mind.  But what convinced me
to go forward finally was seeing the other children at church and
how happy they were having sex.  I was sure you were no different
than them"
	"Wow!  I can't get over any of this."
	She came out of her chair to enfold me and her lips came
directly down on mine.  It was my first adult kiss.  Our mouths
came open and her tongue touched mine.  It was so electric.  We
clung to each other trading tongues and one of her hands found my
cock to fondle it.  I reached under her skirt for her pussy and
stroked the surface of silk panties before sliding inside to feel
the real thing.  I was feeling my own mother's pussy.  I was
tasting my own mother's tongue.  This was hardly the normal
mother and son thing to do. Or was it? We were entering a new
world and it was going to be so wonderful.   
	When we finally uncoupled my legs were weak.
	"Well your pretty boy comes as advertised," Father Jim said. 
"You can't look that much like a girl and not be attracted to
men.  Or the other way around."
	"He's gay?" she asked.
	"Happily so. And very sexy. But I am sure he will still be able
to make love to his mother, you don't have to be worried about
that.  How long has it been since you've seen his cock?"
	"Probably not since he was seven."
	"Well, why don't you sit down and we'll have Stephen do a strip
for you.  How does that sound."
	"It sounds like fun," she said.  "You want to do this right here
in the lobby?"
	"It's as good a place as any and it's really kind of cozy. 
Stephen, you'll want to take off your sneakers before you start.
It would be awkward to have to take the time to unlace shoes
during your dance. I am going to pick out a record just for you
and when you hear the lyrics you'll understand."
	Father left the room for a minute and in a few minutes we heard
the sexy, throbbing thumping beat of music being piped into the
lobby and probably to other parts of the building.   And it was
to play several strictly instrumental choruses before there was
any singing.  The beat of the music was hypnotic and I began to
sway with the beat.
	Father Jim returned to take a chair next to my mother's.  I kept
swaying and moving my pelvis in time with the beat.  My mother
hiked up her dress so that I could see her electric blue satin
panties and one hand slid up to play with the surface.  I
delicately ran fingers along my pants covered cock to emulate
her.  Father Jim's crotch began to rise again so I guess I was
doing it right. I slowly slipped my shirt up over my head, held
it out at arms' length and then tossed it at my mother.  I had
seen strip teases enough on the internet to know what to do and I
was into it.
	A chorus finally started to sing with the thumping beat.  
	"Do it. Do it. Do it.  Take off your clothes and do it.  You
know you need to do it.  You know you need to play.
	"Do it. Do it. Do it. You know it's fun to do it. You really
need to do it.  It's better if it's gay."
	Wow?  What sexy lyrics.  I felt sexy.  I was sexy.  And I knew
my mother was going to love my cock.  I slowly unbuckled my pants
and let them fall.  I was down to my white briefs.  My mother's
hand was now inside her panties and she had a slightly glazed
look on her face.  Father Jim was unbuttoning the buttons that
covered the crotch area of his cassock.  He had already removed
his collar.  His cock appeared and for the first time I was
looking at an adult erect prick.  It was so beautiful.  It was
much bigger than I thought it would be even on a large man, and
it was much prettier.  The circumcised helmet was a thing of
beauty and it was twice as large as the shaft that followed.  He
was idly playing with it and my mouth watered as I swayed with
the music.
	"Do it. Do it. Do it.  It's so much fun to do it.  It feels so
good to do it.    It's better when it's gay."
	I turned my back to them and slowly lowered my briefs to just
above the knee.  I gave them a good view of my ass as it wiggled.
 Then I bent over and pulled my cheeks apart to let them see my
hole.
	"Do it. Do it. Do it.  It's so naughty when you do it. You know
you love to do it.  It's better when it's gay."     
	I was going to raise my briefs and then turn around and tease. 
But then I decided to take them down and dance with my back to
them for several minutes while they waited with anticipation for
me for me to turn around and show it.  So I continued to dance
while they looked at my backside.  I looked down at my cock which
was totally rigid and pink and pretty and I knew they would love
it.  I was pretty sure that it was going to be a lot bigger than
they expected on a thirteen year old kid.
	And then I turned.  My mother gasped.  Her panties were down
around her ankles and her finger-covered pussy was nearly in full
view.  Father Jim's big beautiful cock was fully exposed and he
was masturbating, too.  
	"Oh, My God!" My mother moaned.  "He's gorgeous.  It's gorgeous.
 Oh, My God!"
	Her pelvis rose out of the chair and I knew she was cumming. 
Her pelvis remained elevated through several more frantic "Oh, my
Gods" before she settled down.  Father Jim was still stroking and
so was I.  Then my mother slid down out of her chair and on to
the floor.  She spread her legs.  Her dress was hiked.  She was
still wearing her blouse but her naked pussy was an open
invitation for me.  I could see that the hair on her pussy was
trimmed to a thin blonde trail.  It was as pretty as anything I
had ever seen.
	"Come to me, sweetheart.  Come to your mother."
	I dropped between her splayed legs and she took hold of my cock
and guided it home.  I slid in with one move and I was buried to
the hilt.  Wow, it felt so good!  It felt so moist and warm and
good.  Father Jim was standing and unbuttoning his cassock his
rampant circumcised cock in full view.
	"Do it. Do it. Do it." Went the music.  "Don't hesitate to do
it.  Everyone needs to do it.  It's better when it's gay."
	It might be better when it's gay and I was willing to buy into
that, but, for the moment the wet, warm sweetness of my mother's
pussy would do just fine.
	It took me exactly eight very sweet thrusts before I was
shooting my sperm deep inside her and I swear she came again
right along with me.  She was hot.  Our lips locked passionately.
 She was almost beside herself.
	"Next!" I heard Father Jim say.  And I slid out to make way for
the naked priest.         
	His big prick entered as easily as mine had and I watched as
they fucked in long, amorous thrusts, kissing, nuzzling and
touching tongues.  It took longer.  A lot longer.  And my mother
obviously needed a longer fuck.  They were like a cheating couple
in the way they fucked.  They rolled over without separating
until my mother was now on top. And she made the most of it.  She
raised and lowered herself in long, sensuous strokes and her eyes
were glazed over.  She was moaning aloud.  "I never knew it could
be like this.  It's so goooood.  It's so gooood."
	  She increased the pace and went crazy when she had her third
orgasm.   She gave Father Jim a long, grateful kiss before she
rolled off and found her panties.  I guessed that Father Jim had
not cum and when he looked expectantly at me I never hesitated.
I knelt down beside him and reached for that marvelous tool.  I
stroked it, kissed it, and cradled it against my cheek.  I made
love to it.  Finally I brought my mouth down to take in as much
as I could manage.  His big beautiful cock had the flavor of my
mother's pussy.  I loved it so much.  I sucked and bobbed and
knew I had found my calling.  This was me.  I was meant for it. 
I was meant to suck cock.  I was gay and loved it. 
Soon the object of my rapt desire began to swell and to promise a
pearly white reward.  Father Jim, estimating me correctly, did
not bother to warn. Even though I knew it was coming the first
blast of cum stunned me with its force.  It hit the back of my
throat like it was sand blasted.  The second and third were just
as forceful.  My mouth began to fill and it seemed like the
blasts of cum would never stop.  There was an unusual
non-duplicable taste to cum that was different than any other
taste on earth.  There was a strange and overpowering strength to
it.  It was like a salty bleach and I knew I was going to become
addicted to it.   
	"Don't swallow until you kiss me, Sweetheart," he murmured.  
I continued to lick around the head of his cock until I was sure
there was no more cum to be had before crawling up to bring my
lips to his.  It was a man's kiss.  It was a man's arms that went
around me.  It was different. It was powerful.  And he used his
tongue to extract his cum and to pass it back and forth between
us. 
I heard my mother murmur, "That was so beautiful.  "Where did you
learn to suck cock like that, Stephen?  Whom have you been
seeing?"
I could not answer her because I was still lip-locked with my
beautiful priest.    Eventually, after a lengthy exchange of the
pearls, we swallowed.  I was oblivious to anyone else in the room
but when I came back to reality there was a young, very slim,
very good-looking black guy standing in the doorway and my mother
went over to wrap him in her arms. 
	"Brother Frank!" She said.  "I want you to meet my son.  You're
going to love him."





THE CHURCH OF EROS
CHAPTER THREE
	Brother Frank was beautiful.  He was young.  He wasn't tall.  He
was black.  His slender legs were like a thoroughbred's and he
was wearing the shortest shorts I had ever seen.  And he was also
wearing a female's blouse, of all things, that tied at the
abdomen leaving his midriff bare.  He was obviously effeminate
and just as obviously gay.  As he came toward me he walked almost
gingerly as though he had a cock in his ass he didn't want to
slip out.  I wondered if I would be walking that way after I got
enough of what I was really looking for.
	But I liked him instantly.  I found him exciting.  And I could
tell he found me just as exciting.  He reeked of sex.
	"My, God, Lydia.  This is your son?  He is the most beautiful
boy I have ever seen!"
	He took hold of both of my hands and brought them round behind
me and closed his lips on mine.  Tongues again. Mmmmmmmmmmm. 
Tongues. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.  In spite of my recent seeding of my
mother I was as erect as I had ever been in my life.  It was the
gayness I guess but he aroused me.
	He let go of my hands and dropped to his knees to fondle my cock
lovingly and to engulf it with his warm mouth.  It was the first
time my cock had been sucked and it was wonderful.  He was doing
something with his tongue that tickled.
	"Hold off on that, Frank," Father Jim said.  "You better save
that for later. I believe Lydia wants us to deflower Stephen
tonight."
	Reluctantly Frank removed his mouth.  "I love his beautiful cock
so much.  Just look at it."
	He gave it a loving kiss and stood up.  "Is that right, Lydia? 
You want Father Jim and I to initiate your beautiful boy
tonight?"
	"Now that's up to Stephen.  Honey, do you know what they are
talking about?"
	"Yes, Mom, I know what they mean and I want to do it."
	"You're sure?"
	"It's something I need to do."
	"We will keep him overnight, Lydia, and you will have to call
him in sick for school tomorrow.  When we give you your son back
to you tomorrow he will have been fully introduced to homosexual
sex."
	"I'm sure that's what he wants," she said.  "And I know I can
trust the two of you not to hurt him in any way."
	The beautiful Brother Frank was holding my hand as they
discussed things and he gave me an occasional squeeze and I did
the same to him.  I couldn't have been more excited.  My cock
could not have been stiffer than it was.
	After my mother left for home and work the two men led me first
to the chapel.  I was carrying my clothes and the equally naked
priest was carrying his cassock and collar..  The chapel was
larger than I expected and it had no pews.  I remembered Father
saying that the congregation stood for services.   A rope
delineated the separation from the area of an altar that was
lower than customary coming up to my waist and the marble top was
probably eight yards wide.   On the wall behind the altar was an
oil painting of a life-sized Eros naked and holding a bow at his
side.  His cock was flaccid and very small but beautiful.  He had
large wings and his slender body was slightly angled in a very
provocative way.  
	Have you told him what we do at services?" Brother Frank asked.
	"He knows and he approves," Father Jim said.
	"Well you couldn't ask for a sexier young boy.  How old is he?
	"He's thirteen," the priest said, eliciting a little murmur of
approval from the brother. 
	Next came the locker room just across the hall.  Each family had
a locker marked with their name and they pointed out the one
marked Haywood and had me hang my clothes inside.  My mother had
a cock-shaped vibrator on the shelf.
  The room had a long cosmetic counter and mirror.  There were
four barrels against the far wall marked "Men", "Women", "Boys",
and "Girls". The barrels were filled with skimpy, sexy thongs or
equally skimpy panties.
	"These are what the members wear to services," Father Jim
explained.  They can toss them wherever they want to after
services, but preferably in the sex room, and the sisters go
around and pick them up and launder them.  Why don't you pick out
a pair for yourself right now."  
	 Father Jim picked out a black and white striped pair and put
them on.  I found a blue pair to my liking in the boy's barrel
and slipped into them.  They were really brief.  They were
designed so that, while the cock was barely contained.   The
pubic area on either side of the covered cock was largely
exposed.  It was little more than a pouch with strings that run
around the waist and under the crotch.  
	We both watched Brother Frank slip out of his blouse revealing a
smooth, ebony chest and then the shorts to reveal a pretty pair
of pink silk panties. Wow!  So sexy! He slipped out of his
panties to reveal that his six inch cock was every bit as excited
as mine.  True to his style Bother Frank went to the women's
barrel for another pair of panties that were electric blue like
mine and that tied on the sides.  They could not contain his
beautiful hard cock, however, and he had to free it by allowing
the pink helmet to peek out of the top.    Then the two men took
each of my hands and led me up the stairs to the next floor where
the sex room was situated.
	It was a huge room.  It had mattresses, covered with contoured
sheets, strewn around  one half of the available floor.   The
other half had series of small four cornered tables with stools.
Several couches aligned the near wall. It had a long buffet bar
at the far wall.  The rest rooms had been combined into a unisex
single by knocking out the intervening wall.  And there were six
small cubicles with curtains at one end of the far wall for those
who might be more shy or who might prefer more intimacy.
	"The tables double as fuck tables," said Frank.  By way of
demonstration he went over to one removed the stool and bent over
the table and wiggled his pantied ass for us.
	"They are perfect for standing fucks," Father Jim said. 
"Standing fucks give you the best leverage for penetration and
for rabbit fucking.  You can hear the slaps all around the room.
But the fuckee needs to have support of some sort.  The table is
just high enough to lean on and the surface is just small enough
to allow him to kiss and tongue the other guys around the
table."
	  Father Jim's soft, smooth voice was driving me crazy.  
	"You'll notice that each mattress has a loop on one end." He
reached down grabbed one and dragged it over until it was flush
against one of the couches.  "The loop enables you to drag
mattresses easily over the linoleum floor.  You can bring several
mattresses together if you want to have enough space to form a
daisy chain for example.  When the sisters mop the floor they
have a hook to drag the mattresses without bending over.   As you
can imagine there is cum everywhere.  On Sunday or on Gay night
you will be walking around with cum leaking out of your pretty
boy pussy like everyone else."
	"Wow.  That's so sexy."    
	"We are going to start with a little sex before we work on your
pussy," Father Jim said. "We need to take the edge off our urges
because you are so beautiful we wouldn't have the patience to
take our time.  He then took both of my hands and went to one
knee.  "First of all, Stephen, let Brother Frank and I welcome
you to the sensual world of homosexuality.  From this day forward
your life will no longer be the same.  You will have enjoined a
practice of men pleasuring each other for the most part in secret
that goes back to the beginning of time."
	My head was slightly above his and he pursed his lips with his
eyes half closed and I brought my lips down on his.  Brother
Frank came up behind me and reaching around began to play lightly
with my tits.  I reached behind me to feel his cock and to lower
his panties so I could feel more.
	Father Jim slid my thongs down my legs to my ankles.  Then he
stood up and I knelt to slide the priest's thongs down to the
floor.  I kissed his cock lovingly before I felt Brother Frank's
hands under my shoulders urging me to stand.  Brother Frank's
panties were on the floor, too.  I looked at his cock which
wasn't that much bigger than mine but beautiful in its blackness.
 It was black with a pink helmet.  I knew I was going to be into
black guys big time after tonight.
	The three of us moved to the mattress that Father Jim had moved
up against a couch.  And at his direction we flopped down.  We
got into a triangle and had to turn slightly on our sides to
offer and receive cock.   I was holding Brother Frank's beautiful
tool,  Father Jim had mine and Brother Frank had the priest's. 
And we all started to suck and fondle.  At one point we switched
and we had to do a complete reversal to wind up leaning on our
other side.  I was sucking Father Jim, Brother Frank was sucking
me, and Father Jim was sucking Brother Frank.  Father Jim was
right.  Three was just the right number to cover all of the
options. It was altogether pleasant.  It was altogether
thrilling.  It was a case of simultaneous giving and receiving
and with two super cocks to play with.  We switched at least four
times until Father Jim broke us up and sat up so that he was
using the couch as a back rest.  He splayed his legs out at a
forty-five degree angle.  He had Frank and I straddle each of his
legs and move closer in until our pricks were touching.
	Father Jim enveloped the three cocks with both hands while Frank
and I wrapped our arms around each other and kissed.  Mmmmmmmmm.
It was ecstatic.  We traded tongues while our cocks rubbed and
nestled.  Mmmmmmmmmm.
	Then it was Frank's turn to manipulate while Father Jim and I
traded tongues. I was ecstatic.  Our cock s were making love to
each other and so were we.
 Then it was my turn to handle them.  It was like a game.  I
banged them together.   I nestled their heads. I used one cock to
rub under the helmets of the other two. The three cocks seemed to
have a life of their own.  They bowed and nestled and hugged like
they were little boys playing.  One black cock, one huge white
cock, and one smaller white cock all engaged in loving each
other.  I was manipulating the three of them in both hands when
Frank's began to spurt and shoot and spurt.  I was next to offer
up my cum gasping aloud at the pleasure.  Finally Father Jim cut
loose throwing cum in all directions.  The three of us used
fingers to scoop up the pearls and bring them to our mouths and
then went to round robin kissing to pass the pearls back and
forth before we swallowed.  Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.  Yummy.
  It was no longer a question of whether or not I was gay.  The
only question was how queer was I?  This was what I wanted.  This
was what I was meant to do.  I had truly and happily enjoined a
sexual artistry that went back centuries that was based on an
unabashed attraction to, and worship of, an erect rampant male
cock.  How could you not love it?  It was wonderful.




THE CHURCH OF EROS
CHAPTER FOUR
	It was time for my deflowering and I could hardly wait.  Father
Jim went off to get his suitcase full of toys from a closet
behind the bar and Brother Frank had me lie face down on the
mattress.  I had complete confidence that this would be done
without any appreciable pain.  And I already knew from the
internet that, after I was initiated that as long as I stayed
sexually active there would be no pain at all.  That is unless I
ran into someone who was larger than normal and even that would
be, at the outset a mixture of tolerable pain and pleasure.  I
had also seen survey after survey that indicated that 90% of gay
or bisexual men, having experienced both, would rather bottom
than top.  That told you something.   
When the priest returned the first thing to come out of the
toy-box was a bottle of baby oil and Brother Frank began to
spread it teasingly all over my back and arms.  The Vaseline came
next and I could feel Father Jim's fingers begin to play at the
hole of my pussy.  I felt totally relaxed.
	Brother Frank slid under my head so that his lap became a
pillow.  I could lye my head on it or turn slightly to kiss or
suck his cock when the mood hit me.  The Brother languidly rubbed
my neck and shoulders or run his fingers through my hair. A
solitary finger began to probe my pussy. Nice! Very nice!  
One delicious finger became two.  I gently sucked Brother Frank's
cock as two fingers became three.  Mmmmmm!  Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!
After I got used to the fingers Father Jim brought out a butt
plug which he showed me before beginning to insert it into my
pussy.  There was the slightest twinge of an ache at the outset
before my ass welcomed it gladly.   It was all very nice and
pleasurable.  The feeling of having something inside me was
pleasantly awesome.  I kissed Frank's cock as the plug was pushed
well up inside.  There were no marked retreats for the plug but,
rather, a series of nudges and holding in place. And Jim took
plenty of time.  
 I sucked a little more of that beautiful black cock.  The plug
was withdrawn leaving me with an empty yearning for more. 
Father Jim showed me a string of plastic balls that progressed in
size from one that was comparable to a marble on up to one about
twice the size of a golf ball.  They began to go in, one by one.
They took my breath away. I felt a twinge with the largest but
only a twinge. And when he got them all up inside he pushed them
back and forth, sometimes removing three balls and inserting them
back in. Sometimes it would be two.  One time it felt like it was
four balls that retreated before they deliciously returned. 
Mmmmmmmmmmm.  He took plenty of time.  When he finally removed
them, with a series of plops as they came out, it left my pussy
with an empty feeling that wanted them back in.  But I didn't
have to wait too long before my desires were answered.
   It was dildo time. Father Jim broke open a popper and had me
inhale it for a momentary high as he, first, introduced my pussy
to a thinner five inch dildo that went in easily.  It was
pleasure all the way.  It was really nice.  It was so good.  By
this time I was more than convinced that I was meant to be a
hot-assed boy whore.  It felt so good.    
When my dildo was taken away I got the same empty feeling but
took solace in knowing that there was a lot more to come.  I was
treated to the jolt of another popper and a larger and far
thicker seven inch dildo began to enter.  It was all good. I was
in heaven.  It felt especially pleasurable when it brushed my
hotspot well up inside.  Wow, that was really nice. This was
really hot.  
It took more than an hour.  "You are such a natural," Father Jim
said in his sexy croon.  "You even suck cock like you had years
of experience.  Even the way you moved your body when you
stripped for your mother was so sexy.  You are such a sexy boy. 
It would be such a waste of talent and beauty if you weren't
gay."
"I like being gay," I said.  "It is so great.  It is so much
fun."
"Now I am going to use a dildo that is every bit as big as my
cock."  And he let me take a look at it.  It was about eight
inches long and thicker than anything so far.  It had veins in it
like the real thing. "If you can take this you will have no
trouble taking mine," he said.
He brought out another popper for me to inhale and then began.  I
felt the slightest twinge at the very beginning.  It was not
enough to bother me probably due to the poppers.   The dildo
burrowed on in.  It went past the opening ring and in and in. 
Once it was fully lodged Father Jim left it there until I got
used to it.  I kissed Frank's cock and waited. 
It was just a nudge at the beginning then a few more
insinuations.  Then it was moving back and forth while I moaned
in pleasure. This was it.  Wow!  Mmmmmm. Mmmmmmmmmm. I loved it.
Really loved it.  This was me.
Finally my big dildo was taken away and I had that empty feeling
again.
"Are you ready for the real thing?" Father asked.
  	"Oh, boy, let's do it," I said.
Brother Frank went to a couch and sat down and beckoned me to
him.  He had me straddle him above his fully erect and beautiful
black cock.  And then he guided it home.  As I lowered myself
into his lap, inch after beautiful inch entered me lovingly and
the pleasure was enormous.  I was stunned by the heat of the real
thing. It was a red hot poker. Once we had it all the way in we
began with the slightest movement.  It was little more than a
series of nudges just like we had done with the dildo.  We locked
lips and nudged.  I realized that I was going to fall in love
over and over again with the men and boys that fucked me because,
at that moment, I was totally in love with Brother Frank.
But I had another lover, too.  Father Jim was kneeling on the
floor behind me and he was tall enough to reach around and
alternately play with my tits and stroke my cock.
We picked up the pace.  "So good!" I moaned. And now we were
fucking in earnest.  I was raising and lowering myself in
response to the pleasure I was feeling.  Father Jim was now
playing exclusively with my cock and picking up the pace.
"So good!  So good!  I love it. And now I'm going to cum!  Now I
am going to cum!  Oh, God  now I am going to cum!  Cuuumiiing!" 
My cum shot all over Brother Frank's chest and chin.  I felt his
sperm unloading deep inside me at the same exact moment.  We were
one.  We kissed long and hard as the glow subsided.  I began
scooping up my cum and feeding it to Brother Frank.  Father Jim
was now seated beside us and I fed him, too.  I got some of the
last of it for myself.  And for the second time that night we
traded our cum with kisses.  Mmmm. Mmmmmmmmmm. Mmmmmmmmmmm.
"Good?" Father Jim finally asked 
 "Loved it."
"You're going to want to do it again?"
"Yes!  Again and again for as long as I live!" 
"But I think you've had enough for tonight, don't you?  As much
as I would love to fuck you I don't want to spoil a perfect
night."
"Oh, no, Father," I said.  "I need you to fuck me, too.  I need
it bad!"
"But you've just had a tremendous orgasm and you've lost your
edge."
"No, Father!  I know I am going to love the feeling of your big
cock inside me.  I really want it."
"Why don't we have a Coke at the bar to give you a chance to
recover and then we'll do it."
So we stood at the bar and had our Cokes.  We were all naked.  I
felt Frank's cock and he felt mine.  I felt Father Jim's erect
cock and he felt mine.  We smiled at each other.  
"This isn't too bad a way to have fun, is it?"  Brother Frank
said.
"It's the best," I said.
"Tuesday night is Gay night here at church and I go dressed in
girl's lingerie with a wig and make-up." Brother Frank said.  "A
few of the older guys do too.  It's very sexy.  But the rule is
that all of the boys sixteen and under come as girls. You wear
panties, stockings, heels, make-up the whole thing. You take a
girl's name for the night.  It's so sexy you won't believe it.
For that one night a week the young boys pretend to be real girls
fucking older men.  Of them all, Stephen, you would be the most
beautiful.  You could really pull it off.  You would really look
like a girl.  There are a lot of lip-stick coated cocks on gay
night.  Does that idea appeal to you?"
Wow, I thought.  I was trying to picture myself dressed like that
and I liked the idea a lot.  "It appeals to me a lot," I said. 
"You pick a girl's name and we make up a silver necklace with
your name on it so everyone knows what to call you."
"Stephanie," I said without hesitation.
"Of course, Stephanie," Frank said.
"Stephen, if anyone is made for it it's you," Father Jim said. 
"For that one night a week you will be a girl.  You will feel
like a girl putting out for men. You will feel so sexy you won't
believe it.  Once you slip onto a pair of panties or put on
lipstick you will know what we are talking about." 
"Did you ever do it, Father?"
"When I was you age I used to put on my sister's panties all the
time."
  "But how am I going to get here on Gay Night.  I don't have my
father to take me."
"We have other members that live in Cambridge.  We'll set it up
on Sunday for one of them to pick you up on Tuesday.  We can't
have you miss out on Gay Night, Stephen.  That's your kind of
thing.  I promise you that if you dress up you will be the hit of
the evening.  You will drive every man wild."
"What about the clothes?"
"Your mother will buy them for you. The mothers all like to do
that."
The idea was beginning to grow on me.  I would be a girl with a
cock.  It would be the best of both worlds.  And I heard Frank
say that a boy's pussy is far more thrilling than a girl's.  I
was erecting again at the thought of becoming a Stephanie for a
night.
"Look at this angel," Father Jim said.  "He's already ready for
more.  Do you want me to fuck you now, Beautiful?"
My answer was to purse my lips for him to bend over and meet
mine.  His answer was to take me by the hand and lead me to one
of the mattresses nearby.  He had me lie down on my back.  He
knelt down so that I could suck his cock back into a full
erection.  Frank had gone after the  Vaseline.  He coated the
priest's cock lavishly.  It was huge.  It was far thicker and
longer the Frank's.  Father Jim took my right leg and held it
aloft against his chest. He kissed my leg wetly.  My left leg was
sprawled outward and I was turned slightly to my left.  Father
Jim aimed his huge cock at my entrance and the head of it
burrowed inside.  It came up against the first ring and burrowed
on through.   Mmmmmmmmm. It was so delicious.  More of that
magical cock entered slowly.  Ecstasy!  Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.The
pleasure was indescribable.    The pleasure was sheer agony.
"Wow.  This is so awesome," I said, as more of it went in. "I
really love doing this!" I said as the rest of it went in.  I was
so full of cock I felt completely stretched.  It felt like it was
all the way up past my stomach.   Mmmmmmmmmmm.   Why kid around,
I loved it.
Father Jim began to fuck slowly still holding my leg aloft and
occasionally kissing it. His pelvis was moving back and forth as
we fucked.  Then he took the leg and put it on his shoulder and
reached down to get left leg up on his other shoulder.  He leaned
into me pushing my legs back toward me as he got into position to
really fuck me good. Mmmmmmmm.  Mmmmmm.  Mmmmmmm.  Mmmmmmmmmmm. 
Please tell me what could be greater than this.  It was
unadulterated ecstasy.  It was nothing but pure pleasure.  It was
Brother Frank who reached for my cock to play with it.  Father
Jim had moved in snugly in an upright position between my legs
and began to move in and out with short, quick, rolling
rabbit-like thrusts.    I looked down but could no longer see
parts of his cock his thrusts were so short and rolling.  But the
feeling was awesome.  I basked in it.   In and out!  In and out!
In and out! Wow!   Mmmmmmmm.  Father Jim really knew how to
fuck.
This time my cum was little more than a large amount of tiny
pellets that flew everywhere but the feeling was just as intense
as anything I ever felt in my life.  Father Jim simply moaned as
he shot his seed deep inside me.  He brought his lips down on
mine.  We kissed for the longest time.  Now I was in love with
Father Jim.  It was hard to make up my mind. 

THE CHURCH OF EROS
CHAPTER FIVE
I woke up in the middle of the night in bed by myself and
completely naked. I felt some wetness beneath me where cum had
been leaking out of my butt.  There was a digital clock that said
it was three in the morning and I had a vague recollection of
being carried in the strong arms of a naked Father Jim.  I
remembered a kiss when my head hit the pillow and little else.  I
was in a private room at the church.
I lay there thinking about the few hours before and found it hard
to reconcile it with reality.  At seven o'clock the night before
I had been a curious virgin with no realistic expectation of
sexual adventures but, thanks to my mother, I had been ushered
into a new world of complete sexual license. I had managed to do
every conceivable sexual act in a matter of a few hours.  
There was an ache in my butt to remind me of my loss of virginity
but it also gave me a strong desire for more of the same. It had
been so great.  It had exceeded all of my hopes and expectations.
 I wondered if I would ever be able to look at a male again
without my eyes going straight to his crotch.  Would the kids at
school be able to tell that I had turned gay?  If I continued to
fuck would I evolve into an obvious fem like Brother Frank?  And
would I care if I did?
I dozed off again and when I woke up next one of the nuns was at
the door holding a neat pile of my clothes that had been washed
and dried.  
"Up and at em, Stephen," she said.  "I'm Sister Louise.  It's ten
o'clock and we have breakfast waiting for you.  Go get yourself a
nice shower and head down to the dining room.  I will be driving
you home after you have breakfast."
The dining room was large and had a series of wooden benches with
attached seats of the kind you would see in a park.  It was more
practical than fancy.  There was a buffet bar with eggs, bacon
and fruit and two of the nuns were attending it.  I was to learn
later that there were four nuns and Brother Frank who lived at
the church with Father Jim and who took care of the cleaning and
cooking.  I was to learn later that the church tithed  its
members requiring ten percent of their earnings but the members
obviously felt that membership in a church that offered free sex
made it well worth the price.
There were at least six families at different tables and all eyes
turned to me as I entered walking gingerly and it was like they
all had to know the reason for my careful gait.  It was possible
that they had been told by Father Jim or someone, but they all
seemed to look on approvingly as I smiled back at them.  If they
felt that good about my indoctrination well so did I.
I had hardly retrieved my breakfast and sat down when one boy who
couldn't have been more than nine peeled away from a table nearby
and came over to me.  He was very cute.  His jet black hair was
slicked and he had bright blue eyes.  He had a peaches and cream
complexion.  His parents were smiling at me as they saw him
approach me.
"Hi," he said.  "I'm Jimmy Welch."
"Hi, Jimmy.  I'm Stephen Hayward."
"We think you're pretty," he said.
"I think you're pretty, too."
"My father and I would like to spend some time with you if you
would like."
"You mean today?"  I looked over to the other table and both
parents were smiling broadly.
"Yes today.  Right after we finish breakfast."
"I would really like to, Jimmy, but Sister Louise is going to be
taking me home right after breakfast so I really can't."
I looked over to where Jimmy's father sat and I could see that he
was a very athletic looking man in his early forties with hair
the same color as his son's and a thin mustache to go with it. 
He gave me a wink and a smile and I felt a tingle deep in my
anus. I knew I could easily be turning into an out of control boy
whore I wanted to get fucked so badly.
"Can we plan to get together on Sunday?" I asked.
"Will you promise me that you will do something with us on
Sunday?"
"I promise.  It will be you, your father and me right after
services."
  "Would you like to see my cock?"
 "You mean right here?"
"Sure.  I like to expose myself in front of people.  My Dad says
I am an exhibitionist.  If I go to a public rest room I like to
make sure that everyone gets a chance to see it.  And my father
goes right along with it."
"Are you sure it's okay to do that here?"
"Everyone says I have a cute cock and no one ever complains when
I show it."
"How old are you, Jimmy?"
"I'll be ten in August."
"Well if you think no one is going to complain I would like to
see it."
He was in full view of everyone in the room but he never
hesitated.  I expected him to open his fly and stick it out but
instead he unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor and
stepped out of them.  He was wearing sexy thongs that one would
never expect to see on a nine year old.  I looked around and just
like Jimmy had predicted the onlookers including his parents were
smiling. He lowered the thongs to just above the knee and his
nearly four inch very hard little cock sprung to full attention.
It was uncircumcised.  The helmet was barely peeking out from its
sheathe.  I could see why everyone was happy to see it exposed.
It was as adorable as its sexy little owner.  Two or three of the
diners even applauded. 
"You're really beautiful, Jimmy.  I really appreciate your
showing me."  And I wasn't lying.  I could have dropped to my
knees and gone after that cock if we weren't so much in public.
"Would you like to touch it? He asked.
I looked around and sensed that no one was going to object to
that either.  So I did.  I ran my fingers along the length of the
shaft.  I cupped his little balls which were about the size of
marbles.  I pulled back the sheathe to release the pink helmet. 
I stroked his cock up and down.
One of the men from the nearest table appeared at our side.  He
was around six-foot but very husky and broad. The neckline of his
sports shirt revealed a heavy mat of black and gray hair.  He was
probably around sixty years old.
"I'm John Willlard," he said, "and you can call me John."
"Stephen," I said, shaking his extended hand.
"Why don't you go from table to table and give us all a chance to
feel your cock, Jimmy," he said.  "I'm not sure it is within the
rules for the dining room but I am sure no one is going to
object."
Jimmy smiled up at him.  "Okay."
"Technically I believe that the dining room is off limits for
this sort of thing," he said to me, "but no one ever said so.  So
maybe you would like to join Jimmy and give everyone a feel of
your cock, too.  How about it?"
John was what the sex sites would call a 'Bear' and even though I
never thought that I would be attracted to the type I was
attracted to him.    Again I found myself looking at his crotch
and imagining that his cock was entering me.  I looked around and
everyone was smiling and I thought that maybe letting them see
and feel my cock would be a generous thing to do.  Maybe I would
turn out to be exhibitionist, too.  So I unbuckled my pants.  I
even took off my shirt.  I took my briefs completely off and this
time there was far more than a scattering of applause.
Following my example Jimmy got rid of his shirt and thongs and
together we went from table to table starting at opposite ends
while everyone played with our cocks.  There were six families at
different tables.  There were Jimmy's parents for openers. One
couple had two pre-teen, skinny but pretty girls.  One couple had
a boy and a girl about my age.  The others had no children with
them at all.
I would let each of them feel me and look at my cock before I
pursed my lips for an open-mouthed kiss.  And while we were
kissing I would feel them.  I reached under dresses and inside
panties.  If the women were wearing slacks I let my hand enter
from the waist.  With men I unzipped flies and brought out their
cocks and fondled them.
I felt up the two young girls while their parents looked on
smiling.  Both of their pussies were as hairless as the day they
were born.   I did the same with the young boy and girl. 
I finally got to big John and could hardly wait to get his cock
out and play with it.  As one might expect his pubic hair was
gray and copious.  His cock was about the same length as mine but
twice as thick.  I brought our two cocks together and held them
in both hands.  I rubbed them around and up and down.  It was
nice.  My pursed lips were and invitation he couldn't refuse.  It
was very, very nice.  He was like a father although way different
from mine. My father was a pretty boy this guy was a warm
huggable bear.  When we finally broke off the kiss he offered a
suggestion.
"Stephen, why don't you and Jimmy get down on the floor in a
sixty-nine while we males form a circle around you and jerk off
over you?  Do you think you would like that?"
Jimmy was nodding his head eagerly. "Count me in," he said with a
flushed face.   We moved to an area between the tables and the
buffet counter and we got down on the floor.  I found myself face
to face with little Jimmy's beautiful little cock.   We became
surrounded by a stark naked circle of men and boys with their
hard cocks in hand.  I was conscious of the fact that the women
were undressing and moving off to another area to do their thing
although I couldn't see them.  My rapt attention was drawn to
Jimmy's gorgeous little cock. 
I took hold of it.  I kissed it and swallowed it whole.   I made
love to it. And he did the same thing to mine.  I was not
surprised to feel how expert little Jimmy was.  Even though he
was only nine years old he was every bit as good as Father Jim at
sucking cock.  It didn't take long with his expertise for me to
come to the brink.  Just before I came I felt the first assault
of cum from above us. I knew that Jimmy was having his dry cum
from just what he was doing to me.  It started to rain cum down
upon us.  At that moment I joined the crowd, filling little
Jimmy's mouth with mine.  I looked up to see Jimmy's father just
as he spurted and some of his cum landed in my right eye and
stung a little.
Then Jimmy did a strange thing, as though he knew what was to
come next.  He knelt and waited for the big John to bring a glass
under his chin and he unloaded my cum into it.  He had done this
before.  John then used a spoon to scoop up the cum that was on
Jimmy's back and neck and add it to the glass.  The glass was
more of a goblet with a stem and a shallow holding area.  
John got down on his knees next to me and carefully removed the
pearls from various parts of me.  When he stood up the glass was
filled to the brim.  He used the spoon to carefully blend the
contents.  He had Jimmy and I stand up to join the circle. 
John raised the glass aloft and said aloud "To the good God
Eros."  He stuck his tongue in the glass to stir the contents and
relish the taste before coming away with a smattering that he
readily swallowed.  The glass passed to Jimmy's father and he
inserted his tongue to relish the taste before coming away with a
nice amount of the pearly white blend.  The concoction was a
blend of every man and boy in the circle who was old enough to
contribute.  When it got to me I stuck my tongue into the pearly
contents to taste it before taking a delicious sip being careful
to make sure that there was enough left for the remaining
participants.
And there was.  The glass wound up back with the sexy John and he
drained the last of it.
Mmmmmmmmmmmm.  Mmmmm.  Mmmmmmmm.   How sexy that old guy was, I
thought!  How nice he seemed to be. His torso and arms were
covered with graying hair.  I stared at his cock which was now
flaccid. It was short and thick and I was most definitely very
interested in it.  He saw me staring at it and smiled.
 

THE CHURCH OF EROS
CHAPTER SIX
  I managed to tear my eyes away from the old guy who had my
interest to see what the girls were up to and saw that they had a
circle of their own.  They were all down on the floor in a daisy
chain.  Heads were buried between legs in a completed round
robin.  Louise had drawn one of the skinny, but pretty
pre-teeners to ravish and, while still naked, little Jimmy and I
went over to get a closer look.  The orgasms began to blossom one
after the other with audible moans and pelvises rising.  Mmmm.
Mmmmm.  Mmmmmmm.
"Lesbian sex is nice, too, isn't it?"  Jimmy said. 
"Very nice." I said.
	"Tonight is lesbian night so I guess they are getting a head
start."
	"Thanks to you, Jimmy.  You got everyone turned on."
	"You like John, don't you?  I see the way you look at him."
	"For some reason he really turns me on.  I didn't think I would
go for hairy bears but he gets to me."
	"We've done it," Jimmy said.  "He's really great.  He's a
tit-tickler.  He likes to give you bear hugs and tickle your
tits."
	"What have you done with him?"
	Jimmy blushed.  "I guess there is no other way to put it.  He's
fucked me.  He is boy lover like my father."
	"Did you like it?"
	"He was wonderful."
	I looked over to where John was retrieving his clothes and again
he kept looking back at me and smiling.  It was a smile that went
right through me.  I knew I wanted him to fuck me in the worst
way.
	The girls were beginning to separate and stand up offering as
much variety to tits and pussies as we guys do with cocks. 
Everyone started looking for their clothes.
	Louise was at my side.  "Get dressed, Stephen, we are running
late, now, and I've got a bunch of errands to do in Boston after
I drop you off.
"Did you have fun?" she asked when we were finally in her car and
headed out into the street.
"Do you mean just now or last night, too."
"Well how about both?"
"I've never been so happy in my life.  This whole thing has been
a wonderful dream."
"I'm glad because you are a very sexy boy and you are an asset to
the church.
"Tell me about John," I said.
"You like him don't you?  Everyone does."
"For some reason he really turns me on."
"His name is John Willard and he's a millionaire.  He owns the
building.  And he likes boys."
"The church building?  I thought Father Jim owned the building."
   	"No, John Willard owns it.  It used to be Elliot Academy but
it closed down four years ago.  So John came up with the idea of
a school for gay boys with a gay faculty and you can see what he
had in mind. He was negotiating with the Ellliot Estate to
purchase the building, when he ran into Father Mulcahey at a gay
club in Boston.
	"Father Mulcahey had been studying to be a Catholic priest and
was taking Theology at Catholic University in Washington.  He was
within a year of getting ordained when he got caught having sex
with another seminarian and was asked to leave.  That's when he
ran into John.
	"Father Jim pointed out a number of problems with trying to run
a school for solely gay students.  You would have to find a way
to contact parents with gay kids who responded to the idea of
having their children put in a school that is tolerant of their
separateness.  Then you had to convince them that they would not
be "molested" by adults an unlikely prospect.  Then you had to
educate them along with the fringe benefits they would enjoy in
being in the company of other gay kids.  You would be subject to
state and county supervision.  You had to meet accreditation
standards.   There were all kinds of hurdles. 
Then when John got drunk enough he mentioned to Jim that he was
the product of an incestuous family and that he in turn had
continued the practice with his own family the answer was right
in front of them.  Taking into consideration Jim's background a
church could be a natural!  They could have a church that
encouraged sex within families."
	"Wow!" I said.  "It sounds so sexy."
	"And the best of it was that they were not likely to encounter
authorities looking over their shoulder since there was a natural
inclination not to pry into religions.  People either had their
own religion or they wanted no part of being converted.  So, as
long as everyone kept their mouths shut we could have all sorts
of fun."
	"How did they find so many families to form a church."
	"First of all the practice of incest is more widespread than
most people realize and we are able to find each other on the
internet.  But to answer your question we started with family
nudist camps and it went from there.  Nudists will tell you that
nudism has nothing to do with sex and they want you to believe
that.  But, of course, that's a lie.  Let's face it, you can't be
wandering around some cozy cabin with no clothes on and looking
at your naked kids and have them looking at you without touching
and, once touching, start to feel.  This is what happened to
me."
	"Your family was nudists?"
 	"I was ten when my parents took us to a camp one summer for two
weeks.  By the end of the first day I was in bed with my legs
spread and my mother holding my hands and kissing me. My father
was taking my cherry."
	"Did you want him to do that?"
	"Boy did I ever.  After a whole day of looking at naked boys and
girls and hearing about the sex they were having I was hot as a
firecracker."
	"That's the way I feel right now." I said.
	"My brother slept with my mother and I slept with Dad.  The next
night I slept with my mother and my brother slept with Dad.  The
next night a childless couple came to dinner.  We had invited
them before we had started having sex and we were sorry we had
because it looked like a night without sex.  But it turned out to
be the best.  We three girls wound up in the bedroom and the
three guys got together in the living room and it was great. 
That night my brother Bruce got fucked for the first time.   The
men took turns."
	"Did he like it?" 
 "He's twenty-four now and it's still his thing."
"That's what I want.  That's what I like to hear.  Are they
members of the church?"
"My parents live in Colorado now but they visit occasionally. 
Bruce moved back to Boston just to be with the church.  You'll
get to meet him."
"I want to meet him.  And I want to be with John."
"I'm sure John is just as interested in you.  He's practically
exclusively into young boys and you will find he is a wonderful
fuck.  You will notice on Sunday that all of the young boys will
be tripping all over themselves trying to get John to romance
them.  He's that good. "
"You said he practiced incest.  Where is his family?"
"John is not young.  His wife went down in plane flying out of
Boston years ago when the boys were small.  He raised four boys
alone.  They are all gay and living in San Francisco.  John
visits them on a regular basis.  But John is strictly into young
boys and his sons are well out of his age interest now." 
"Can I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure, go ahead."
"Are you a lesbian?"
"I consider myself a lesbian, but every once in a while I feel an
urgent need to have a man's cock in me.  Mostly for the variety,
I guess.  Growing up I spent most of my time with my mother and
her girlfriends.    Before I found the church I found that
unsophisticated guys have clumsy ways of turning me off when they
make their moves.  They can be so desperate. On the other hand
all a girl has to do was look at me in that certain way and my
panties get wet.  Given a choice I am more into pussies and tits
than cocks. So I would have to say that I am a lesbian."
"I'm the same way about men. But, thanks to my mother, I am
confident I know how to make women cum and if I like them enough
I want to do it for them."
"Exactly!  Sometime I am going to figure out why it is that when
you become truly bisexual that homosexual sex is always more
exciting.  It might be because it is still forbidden fruit in
most minds.  Or it might be because you are compatible with your
own gender on so many other levels."
"I started out looking at sex sites and, almost accidentally got
caught up in watching men and boys.  It triggered an interest I
didn't know I had.   At first I was drawn to videos of girls
doing it together.  But little by little it was sex between men
that intrigued me even more.  My interest in sucking a cock began
to grow."
"With me it was at that nudist camp.   As soon as we got out of
our clothes my mother started me with my first birth control pill
so I knew that they had it planned from the beginning.  Before
the afternoon was over in talking with the other kids my brother
and I had a clear picture of what was going on.   What surprised
me was the incest. I didn't tell you but the fourth or fifth day
we were invited to a party where four families had gotten
together.  I fell head over heels with a sixteen year old redhead
and she became my primary lover for the whole two weeks.  Even
when we had other girls we were together."
"How about your brother?"
"He played the field.  He was into getting fucked by older men. 
That was his deal and he never looked back." 
When we got to my house Louise gave me a very sexy kiss.  "Some
time you and I will have to get together for a threesome with
your mother. She is really hot!"
I had a feeling that my mother was going to be naked when I got
in the door but instead she was dressed in shorts and blouse.
"How's my little man? Did everything go alright?"
"It was wonderful, Mom.  You can't believe how great they were."
'Are you sore at all?  Can you use some ointment in your little
pussy?"
"No, I'm fine."
"Do you mind if I take a look?"
"You want to check out my ............"
"Your pussy, honey.  Now that it's available for cock I consider
it your boy pussy.  Why don't I check it out and see if it is
irritated."
I had a pretty good idea that this was going to lead to sex but I
knew I would be up to it, especially if she sucked me first.  So
I unbuckled my shorts and turned around and slid them down to the
floor.  Then I lowered my briefs.  She got down on one knee and
used her fingers to spread the cheeks."
"It looks fine," she said.  And to my surprise she used her
tongue to give it a couple of pleasurable licks.  "You realize
that when a boy is sexually active in that way that you can tell,
don't you?  Unless he abstains for a few months his hole stays at
least a little dilated.  So, when you are showering at school, be
careful about bending over where anyone can see."
"What about the doctor?"
"He'll know.  But then he is used to such things and he is bound
to confidence.  It's the other boys at school you have to be
careful about."
"I've decided that I am not going out for football next year when
I get to high school.  From now on sex is going to be my sport."
"You like it that much."
"Oh, Mother, you don't have any idea."
"Oh, but I understand it completely.  You are going to be like a
bride on a honeymoon for the next week or two.  You will be able
to think of nothing else.  You will be in a daze for a while. 
And then you will snap out of it.  The urge for sex will rear up
maybe two times a week, maybe three.  But then you will go back
to being normal.  I even expect your grades to improve because
you will have a clear mind."
"Mom, do you know John Willard?"
"Everyone knows John.  Did he make love to you?"
"Not yet, but I want him to.  I like him a lot."
"As a mother I couldn't wish for a better person for you to be
with.  Now do you know what day this is?"
"Thursday."
"And do you know what takes place on Thursday?"
"It's Lesbian night."
"Even though it's my favorite night I will be perfectly happy to
stay home with you if you feel the need for attention."
"If that's your favorite night does that mean you are gay?"
"It sure does."
"I'm glad, Mom.  And I want you to go to church and be with the
girls.  We've got plenty of time for us."
"Thank you, sweetheart. You know that I love you with all my
heart."
And I love you, too.  And, Mom?"
"Yes, honey."
"I'm glad you are a lesbian." 

THE CHURCH OF EROS
CHAPTER SEVEN
On Sunday I was out of bed like a shot.  This would be my first
all-out orgy and I could hardly wait.  My weekend had gone
quickly.  I had gone to school on Friday and walked around in a
near daze.  All I could think about was getting laid.  I tried
not to stare at crotches or to visualize different boys naked. 
But I was in a daze.  One kid even asked me what I was smiling
about when I didn't even know I was smiling.
My mother had skipped bondage night and we had ourselves a nice
fuck.  We dozed off to sleep and woke up in the middle of the
night to do it again.  She gave me a lengthy lesson on eating
pussy and told me I was a natural.  I was beginning to believe
that sex was my real talent.
My mother was off on Friday and Saturday night but on Saturday
she thought it best to abstain since she was to be a presenter on
Sunday and she was going to be taking on, or rather, in, big
Butch.
"From now on, on my nights at home, we'll be sleeping in the same
bed like husband and wife," she said.
But now on Sunday morning I was on pins and needles. I was
showered and dressed and had breakfast and it was only eight.  My
mother, on the other hand, finally sat up and stretched at
eight-thirty.  I couldn't believe how calm she was with the
prospect of fucking Butch in front of nearly two hundred people.
She was wearing a see-through baby doll and white panties.
"Aren't you nervous at all?" I asked.
"A little," she admitted.  "But at the same time I am looking
forward to it.  I didn't tell anyone but one time I fucked a guy
who was every bit as big as Butch. He was a friend of your father
and another Professor at Harvard. He made some foolish excuse to
drop by the house when your father was working and you were in
school.  I can tell you the pleasure was enormous.  If he had
asked me to leave your father and run off with him I would have
done it in a heartbeat. Of course that was before I got into
girls." 
"Suppose Dad had said it was okay for you to keep on fucking
him?"
"Then that would have been different.  But your father is a
stick-in-the-mud if there ever was one. Tom and I got together
again at an educational convention in Las Vegas while your father
was attending meetings.  But we got caught coming out of my room
and he got fired.  The University didn't go for that kind of
thing."
"Did Dad find out about it?"
"It was all over Harvard.  And once the talk started the girls
who knew let everyone know about the size of Jim Woods cock. Your
father just packed up and left without an argument.   In spite of
being publicly embarrassed he had the courage to continue on with
the University I'll say that for him."
"So you know you will be able to handle Butch."
"I would be very surprised if I couldn't.  And I'll tell you
something else.  Size really doesn't matter for the most part
except when it comes to a cock that is incredibly large.  Then
it's a whole different experience.  You are so filled with cock
that the pleasure is beyond description.  There are only two
things left on earth, your pussy and that cock.  For the next
three days you walk around aching for the missing cock that's no
longer inside you."
"I know that feeling," I said.
"Are you hungry for cock, sweetheart?  I am going to have to get
a strap-on dildo so I can help you out when you get desperate."
"I'd like that," I said.  "That would be nice."
 "You know they want me to put on something sexy so Butch can
undress me but they left it up to me.  What do you think I should
wear?"
"I think the baby doll you are wearing would be perfect.  But no
panties.  High heels and plenty of mascara.  Your make-up should
make you look like sex-hungry whore on the make."
"See how sexy you are, Stephen?  You have a sense about it.  You
really are a natural.  You are Eros personified and you don't
need a bow and arrow.  Your imagination will turn people on just
like Father Jim's." 
When we arrived at the church it was a half-hour before the
services were to begin.  Mother was whisked away to a private
dressing room and I had to stand around and wait for the locker
room to open.  They deliberately gave us fifteen minutes to
undress so that we wouldn't succumb to temptation and get into
sex before services.  And you can imagine how that could happen
when you have men, women, and children all in the same room.  The
panty barrels were moved outside the door so that you picked your
underthings first and took them to the locker.  They didn't want
fully naked people walking around for long in the locker room. 
Brother Frank and Sister Sarah were present to make sure things
didn't get out of hand.
I picked out another electric blue pouch and stood waiting for
the doors to open while looking for John.  Little Jimmy Welch
came up to shyly take my hand holding the cutest pair of pink
thongs.  I remembered that I had promised to play with him and
his father and it was a promise I didn't mind keeping.
But when John Willard finally arrived I was beside myself with
excitement.  John went straight to the barrel and didn't seem to
have seen me.  Then I saw Jimmy's father approach John with their
backs to us.  Jimmy's father, who, by the way is named Ron, said
something to John that caused John to look over his shoulder to
stare at us.  He saw me and smiled and waved.  I nearly melted.
When John got his thong he and Ron came over to us.  "I told John
that I sensed from the other day that Stephen was quite taken
with John and that maybe the four of us together would be more to
his liking."
I couldn't help myself.  I ran the few steps over to Ron and
threw my arms around him.
"Easy," he said.  "It was obvious to everyone the other day that
you had fallen  completely in love with John."
What a thoughtful, nice thing to do, I thought.  I was turning
red and could hardly bring myself to look at John until I felt
his hand on my shoulder.  He leaned down to whisper in my ear.
"You understand that I am going to have to do things with Jimmy
first, Stevie.  We can't have a father and son doing things
together on Sunday that they can do with each other the rest of
the week.  But I certainly want to make out with you, too."
I nodded because my voice was nowhere to be found.
The doors to the locker room opened and we all crowded in and I
couldn't get to my locker right away. People began to undress. 
Men, women, boys and girls all started taking their clothes off
next to each other and it was something to see.  I noticed that
those of us who were blocked from our lockers took off their
clothes where they were standing right down to their underpants.
So I did the same.  My mother had bought me some thong underwear
which was sexy in itself.  I was standing next to a tall, slender
boy of around seventeen and a mid-teen, very pretty girl with
burgeoning tits.  We were holding our clothes, waiting for a path
to our lockers and smiling at each other.
We were getting quick looks at asses as underpants came off and
thongs went on I was making a study of the difference between the
sexes.  While each had their beauty I found I preferred the
sleeker males to the broader females but that was me.  I also
noticed that there were a few black families present with
outstanding asses especially on the younger boys. 
A scantily clad couple and their very young son exited giving me
access to my locker and I stashed my clothes less carefully than
I should.  I took my time taking off my brief briefs and sliding
on the electric blue pouch.  I wanted people to see my ass.  I
turned around and there were several people watching me and
smiling including the teen age boy who, already clothed had every
reason to have gone on to chapel.
"Very nice," he said to me, as I approached.  "Do you like
boys?"
"Are we allowed to kiss in here?" I asked.
"You're not supposed to but let's do it anyway."
He bent down to bring his tongue to mine and raised me up on my
toes.  Wow.  I felt his hand on my cock and I reached out to
fondle his.  I felt a tap on my shoulder.  It was Brother Frank
dressed only in his pouch.  Mmmmmmmmmmm.  He looked so sexy.
"Stephen, Stephen, what are we going to do with you.  You get
everyone so turned on.  Ralph, you know the rules.  Now let's get
on to chapel."
The chapel was right across the hall and my true love John was
waiting for me.  He and Ralph shook hands and we went inside. 
You had to unhook the rope to enter the public area and everyone
was so crowded together that bodies were touching.  John stood
behind Ralph and me and put his arms around our shoulders.  I
wondered if Ralph had done things with John, and in a whisper,
decided to ask.
"We like each other," Ralph whispered.  "But he is strictly into
young boys. I am too old for him."       
Music started to come at us through a public address system the
same kind of sexy, throbbing beat that accompanied my strip.  The
congregation began to sway in unison.
"Boys and girls do naughty things when no one is around.  Boys
will stick their cocks inside and pound and pound and pound.
"And pound and pound and pound.  And pound and pound.
"Boys and girls do naughty things when no one is around."
I looked up at the painting of Eros on the wall and studied it. 
It was the body of a young boy.  I studied the long slender legs
and the pert little cock.  I could understand how men went big
for young boys like me.  And the best part of it was that when
you grew up it was your turn to seek out young boys.  I decided
that of all the sexual combinations that were possible, the bond
between older men and young boys might be the very best.  I put
my hand on top of John's and squeezed.
The music ended and Father Jim entered with two altar boys.  The
altar boys had surpluses but no cassocks.   Instead they were
wearing pouches down below like the rest of us and their abdomens
were naughtily naked..  They took places at either end of the
altar while Father Jim climbed up to the podium.  He was
resplendent in a long white cassock with a blue cape and sash  
"Good morning Ladies, Gentlemen, Boys and Girls.  May the arrows
of Eros pierce each and every one of you and arouse your desires
to give and receive the pleasures of carnal love."
"Amen" we responded.
  "In the spirit of Eros may you have the generosity of spirit to
ensure that all of your brothers and sisters find the sexual
happiness and joy they seek."
"Amen."
"In the pursuit of sexual gratification may we see men lie down
with women, men lie down with other men and women lie down with
other women."
"Amen!" 
"In the true spirit of our God, Eros, may we ensure that our
children experience the pleasures of sex with each other and with
adults. 
"Amen."
I gave John's hand another squeeze.
"Brothers and Sisters we are going to have a special presentation
this morning of which we believe Eros would approve.   Most of
you have seen if you have not met one of our new members, Butch
Harrison.  If you have seen him you would have found it difficult
not to notice his most outstanding asset."
The crowd reacted with murmurs and giggles.
"Butch would you come out here please?"
Butch came into the room stark naked to stand in front of the
altar, causing startled gasps from the men as well as the women
and including me.  His cock was beyond anyone's imagination.  In
its flaccid state it hung down nearly to his knees.  If length
weren't enough it was as thick as John's forearm.  Butch was over
six foot tall and weighed around 270 pounds probably.  He had a
gut and a big smile. And the thought of my mother getting fucked
by him had me fully erect.
"Now some of you ladies, I am sure, have tried to get all of that
inside you and all, as far as I have been told, have had to
settle for less.  We can all understand why."
There was more nervous laughter.
"Now most of you know Lydia Haywood.  She is a very beautiful,
hot mother of one.  Her son Stephen is here this morning to watch
his mother do her best to insert this monster inside her pussy.
Stephen, will you please come forward."
   I was caught by surprise.  John's arm came off my shoulder and
I felt him give me a little push.  Red-faced I made my way to the
front of the altar.  One of the altar boys came forward to take
me by the hand and lead me to a spot behind the altar where there
was a small platform that would put me above the action on the
altar. It had a waist-high rail to insure that I didn't fall off.
 When I got up there everyone applauded.
"Isn't he beautiful?  And for those of you men and boys who might
be interested he's very gay."  
The applause was even louder. I fully erected at that very moment
and there was nothing I could do about it. My pouch became
obscenely extended.  If I wasn't outed to  my schoolmates and
acquaintances I  certainly had been outed here.  There was more
applause I guessed for my hardon that told them that I was turned
on by what was about to take place.
"And now, Lydia, would you please come forward."
My mother appeared in her baby doll with her pussy partially
veiled just below it.  She wore stockings and high heels and her
mascara was extended to the point that she looked like lust
itself.  Her eye shadow was bold and purple.  Her lipstick was
broad and thick.  Just her face alone would cause cocks to
stiffen.
In her heels she clacked on over to Butch and took hold of his
hand.
"Don't they make a lovely couple?" Father Jim asked in his deep
croon.  "Black and white.  He, so exceptionally endowed and she
willing and eager to take it on."
They looked at each other smiling and  brought their lips
together in a long, lathering kiss.  There was more applause. 
She reached for his cock and her hand looked very white and small
as she  fondled it into life.  The big black cock began to
expand.  They broke the kiss and she led him to sit on the altar
before she knelt down and took the huge head of it into her mouth
causing he cheeks to bulge. The big black cock continued to swell
 until, by the time she released it, it was standing tall in all
of its glory.  It was an ebony thing of beauty.  
	Although I knew that Butch was way beyond anything I could
handle at either end I knew I was into black guys big time. 
Black cocks just turned me on and apparently my mother, too.
  My mother bent to take off her shoes and Butch lifted her baby
doll over her head exposing he beautiful tits.  She had that
glazed look that comes over her when she gets hot.  She kept her
stockings on.
Butch laid back on the altar and moved around to get comfortable
with his big black cock standing incredibly tall.  My little
platform was an extension of the altar and so close that I was
standing over them.  My mother moved to straddle him and had to
stand in a crouch to get high enough get on top of it.  She began
to lower herself slowly and had at least three inches inside her
before she was able to get her knees fully down on the altar. 
Her eyes were glazed over and she was moaning.  There was more
applause.
I had to rearrange my pouch and allow head of my cock to stick
out of the top.  There was no other way to contain it.
"God, this is wonderful!" my mother yelled and there was more
applause. Several more inches of black cock disappeared.  "Oh,
baby!  Oh, Baby!  So good!"  She moaned.
Inch by succeeding inch went inside until she took it all.  When
she bottomed out her head fell forward and she brought her tongue
down to meet Butch's.  
Their extended tongues diddled with each other.
"Do you like it, baby?"  Butch crooned loud enough for the
audience to hear.
"I love it, Butch, darling.  I love it!"
All around the room the pouches and panties started coming down.
Under the rule you had to at the very least keep them around one
ankle so that you were technically clothed.  I did just that.  I
joined the room full of masturbating madness.  Big Butch was
bouncing my mother all over the place.  She was like a row boat
in a squall bouncing around and screaming her head off.  Father
Jim undid the buttons that covered his crotch, brought it full
out.  He was beating away as madly as the rest of us.  My cum
began to fly and flew all over the fucking couple, the stark
white of it contrasting with the ebony black of Butch's leg.  Cum
was flying out from the congregation and some of them were on
their knees screaming.  Butch unloaded deep, deep inside my
mother and you could hear him in Boston. 
It took several minutes for the wildness to ebb.  My mother and
Butch were still embraced and kissing each other with passion. 
When my mother finally rolled off of Butch with his cum seeping
from her pussy, Father Jim's voice was heard again.
"Lydia, why don't you spread your pussy and show us the
dilation?"
 She did exactly that.  She laid back on Butch's tummy and spread
her legs.  I couldn't see it from where I was but it drew a
thunderous round of applause.
Butch spotted the trail of my cum on his leg and reached down to
scoop it up and bring it to his mouth. He looked up at me, winked
and smiled.
"Nice," he said.  "Very nice."  From what they said Butch was
strictly heterosexual but I took that as a sign of hope.  There
was no way he could fuck me and I doubted I could get enough of
that cock into my mouth to matter.  But then there was frot.  I
would love to get my cock up next to his and play. I would love
to hold that beautiful black cock against mine. Now that would be
nice.


THE CHURCH OF EROS
CHAPTER EIGHT
There were five of us males climbing the stairs to the sex room
and I wasn't sure how this was all going to unfold.  There was
little Jimmy, his father Ron, the teen-aged Ralph, John Willard
and me.  Jimmy was holding my hand and squeezing it.
"I love you," he said earnestly as he squeezed my hand and looked
at me with those big blue eyes.
When we reached the room there was a horde of people standing
around in small groups in thongs and panties looking the field
over.  They had to stand in the spaces between the scattered
mattresses.   Everyone was looking for something or someone
different but no one was sure who they would wind up with when
the underthings came off.  But all were eager and open to
suggestion.  Not all of them were classically beautiful but all
of them in their nakedness were sexy and desirable.
There was a buffet all set up on the long table with chicken
wings, shrimp and punch but it appeared that most of the crowd
wanted to get at least one session of sex out of the way before
they ate. Once again it was John who took charge of us.
	"Stephen , how would you like to be 'Lucky Pierre'?"
	"What's Lucky Pierre," I asked.
	"When three guys fuck at the same time the guy in the middle
gets to fuck and be fucked.  He becomes Lucky Pierre."
	I threw my arms around John and kissed him ardently.  I needed
to get fucked in the worst way.
	When we broke it off he added, "We can use one of the fuck
tables and do it standing.   You can fuck Jimmy and I will fuck
you." 
	"That's so awesome," I said.  I had yet to fuck anyone yet and
fucking little Jimmy would be so good.
	"That leaves Ron and Ralph together," John said.
	"That's okay for starters," Ralph said.  "But I would like to
fuck Stephen next."
	"Would it be okay if we joined them at the fuck table and maybe
I could fuck you?" Jimmy's father asked Ralph.
	"Perfect!" Ralph said.
Simultaneously we lowered our skimpy little pouches and stepped
out of them and, with cocks rising as we moved to a table that
had several jars of Vaseline and various other lubricants.  Jimmy
lubricated his pussy and I had to do both my cock and pussy. 
Then we moved to one of the fuck tables.  One couple was already
there.  A white guy had just positioned himself offering his
backside to a tall, handsome, well-built black guy and I got a
glimpse of his sleek black cock just before it made entry.
Jimmy leaned over the table and spread his thin little legs and I
slid into him without any problem at all.  It was heaven.  I
liked it.  It was, I had to admit, even more thrilling than my
mother's pussy.  Then I felt John's wonderful cock slip into me.
Ecstasy!  His cock was possibly not as long as mine but it had a
thickness that took my breath away.
Ralph moved in on Jimmy's right and soon he had Jimmy's father's
cock right where he wanted it. The three heads over the table
touched tongues.  Jimmy put his little arms over the shoulders of
the two.  We fucked in a smooth synchronization.
I didn't want to cum too soon and tried to distract myself by
looking around the room as we fucked.  But it wasn't like
counting backwards or thinking about baseball. There was too much
sexual stimuli and it wasn't helping me to prolong the
inevitable.   Still I couldn't tear my eyes away from the sexual
goings-on.  Several wide-eyed teen age girls were being fucked by
older men.  My mother had somehow separated from the over-endowed
Butch and was stretched out and lip-locked with some teen-aged
girl.   There were several male-female adult couplings,
undoubtedly with people to whom they were not married. It was
beautiful to see.  But, as Father Jim had said, most of the
activity was homosexual.  Women and girls were getting it on
together everywhere and nearly all of the young boys seemed to be
linked up with older men.   
Then I saw a completely naked Father Jim coming our way with an
equally naked young boy about Jimmy's age.  Both had cocks in
full majesty and the priest's literally shone with lubrication. 
The young kid leaned over our table and Father Jim came in behind
him and drove his cock home.   The young kid's mouth fell open
with an inadvertent "Oohhh!"  Then he smiled before his tongue
came out and he brought his face forward to meet the kisses of
those around him.  
There was a loud slap, slap, slap as the sleek black guy really
hammered the white guy who was yelling "Yes! Yes! Yes!" at the
top of his lungs. 
I had been playing with Jimmy's cock as we fucked and I felt him
remove my hand and begin to do himself, a sure sign that he was
getting ready to cum. 
That did it for me.  I felt Jimmy's tight ass contract around my
cock as he felt the throes of a dry cum and, with a loud moan, I
blasted off inside him.  Then I felt John's cum blasting up
inside me.  It couldn't have been more perfect.  Our orgasms were
virtually simultaneous. It was so good.  It ws cum number one in
an orgy.   I really was Lucky Pierre.  I was the luckiest boy in
the world.
We relaxed as our cocks began to wilt and watched the action in
front of us.  The white guy turned around and he and the sleek
black guy embraced.  Little Jimmy turned around to hug me and our
open mouths locked up.  John was lightly playing with my tits and
kissing the back of my head.  Ron poured the coals into the
teen-aged Ralph and the cum came pouring out of Ralph's untouched
cock to puddle on the floor.
It was left to the little kid with Father Jim and we watched them
as the kid, too went over the top.  It was all so beautiful.
I loved the intimacy of the fuck table.  If you were getting
fucked you could lock lips with other guys who were getting
fucked. You could reach the cocks of the guys on either side. And
it put you in a nice standing position which gave the fucker the
leverage to really pour it on.  Nice.
	John wrapped the two of us in his big arms and whispered.  "You
were so great.  My sweet little boys!"






THE CHURCH OF EROS
CHAPTER NINE
	On Monday after school my mother took me to Boston and to
Victoria's Secrets to buy my lingerie for Gay night.
"Let's have some fun," she said.  "We could give the girls the
impression that I was buying the unmentionables for your sister
but it would be so much sexier if we just came out and said they
were for you.  It would blow their minds.  And I will make you a
bet that one of the girls tries to contact me afterward."
"But you can only fool around with members of the church," I
said.
"Actually oral sex with females is allowed because you cannot
easily transmit diseases.  But maybe we can make us a convert or
two for the church.  The point is that being sexy is fun.  So
let's have some fun."
And that's the way we played it.  My mother picked out a sales
girl she thought was particularly sexy and stalled around until
she became available.  She looked to be about twenty and she was
wearing a satin mini dress that clung to her and did little to
diminish opportunities to see what was underneath.  When she
raised her arms at one point to adjust the bra on a dummy we
could see her shapely derriere clad in pink panties.  Her jet
black hair was short, the bulk of it swept down over her
forehead.  She walked in a slinky way with her pelvis thrust
forward, her leggy legs reaching out like a thoroughbred horse. 
Her violet eyes were so large that she looked like a Keane
painting.
"This is my son, Stephen," my mother said.  "He's gay.  And he
likes to dress.  So we are looking for some very exciting
underthings." 
In spite of her obvious sophistication the girl audibly gasped.
She stared at me for several seconds while I smiled at her.  "Of,
course," she said. "Of course!  He is exceptionally pretty for a
boy.  And I think it's very admirable that you have given him
your complete support.  So many parents take such a dim view of
ho................  Of ................"
"Homosexuality," my mother said.  "Well it was a little less
difficult for me because I like girls."
The violet eyes blinked several times while our sales girl tried
to find some way back to earth.  Finally she managed to find a
way to begin.
"I'm Wendy." She almost blurted.
"Lydia," my mother said and held the girl's hand for several
seconds.
"So you would like to look at some lingerie?" Wendy said with her
eyes fixed on me. 
 "Why don't we start with the panties." My mother said.  "He's
going to want something that will be as brief as possible and
still contain his cock, which I might add is large for his age."

I thought the sales girl was going to pass out.  She stumbled a
bit before her slinky gait led the way to a bin of a counter that
contained a casual scattering of sexually themed panties. Behind
her back my mother smiled at me and winked and mouthed the word,
"Fun".  
"I think you will find exactly what you want here," she said. 
"Please take your time and when you find something just signal
me."   
She went went off to tell some of the other girls what was
happening and soon we had almost the entire sales crew stealing
glances at us.  They would know that we were both queer and that
my other knew the size of my cock.  That was enough to get their
collective bloods boiling.  I should have been embarrassed beyond
words but I wasn't.  I had become so comfortable with being gay
that I would have gladly got on the loudspeaker and let everyone
in the mall know.
My mother would pick out a pair of panties and hold them aloft
for me to see.  Then, for the benefit of the onlookers she would
align them with my crotch.  She came up with a pair of pink
panties that I really liked.  They were tiny and had a dash of
embroidered flowers on the crotch.  We concurred on the selection
and mother signaled the girl to join us.
"May I ask how old Stephen is?" The girl got up the nerve to
ask.
"He's thirteen.  It could be that when he gets older he will
discover girls but right now all he is interested in are men and
boys."
The girl fell into a fit of coughing.  When she finally recovered
she said, "Well he's certainly pretty enough to be a girl."
"He hears that a lot," Mother said, "and if you and I dress him
like a girl it will make him even more attractive to men, don't
you think?"
She started to answer but nothing came out.  After a couple of
swallows she said to me, "Is that what you want, Stephen?  Do you
want to be attractive to men?"
"I'm gay," I said.  "So I want to be able to attract men."
"Are you talking about grown men?"
"I'm not saying that I will do things with them.  But I want them
to desire me sexually."
"Do you have corsets?" my mother interjected.
"Corsets?"
"Well we could go with a training bra just to cover his tits.  I
wouldn't want to have one that was padded.  It would be sexier to
just have a flat bra that covered his tits.  Maybe it could be a
see-through flat bra.  On the other hand a corset would leave his
tits exposed and push them up a little bit for effect.  He has
very pretty tits."
"Maam, if I may say so, you seem to like the idea of your boy
dressing up."
"I do a lot," my mother said.  "I find it very sexy, don't you?"
"Yes, I guess I do."
"I purposely picked you to wait on us, Wendy, because you looked
sexy.  Sexy people are on a different wave length when it comes
to things like this."
"Thank you, Lydia" she said.  "And I do find all of this very
sexy and I'm glad you picked me to wait on you."
"Are your panties at least a little bit wet?"
"Now that you ask they are a lot wet."
"Are you married?"
"No."
"Engaged?"
"No."
"I find you very attractive," my mother said in a throaty voice.
"And I find you very attractive."
My mother went to her purse and produced a business card. 
"Please call me," she said.
"You can count on it," the girl said.
My mother found a pink corset that she wrapped around me for
appraisal.
"May I make a suggestion, Lydia?"  Wendy asked.
"Surely."
"I think your selection is perfect but your colors are wrong. 
Instead of pink panties I think they should be black lace.  We
want a black garter belt with black nylon stockings.  The corset
should be bright red."
"Wendy you are so sexy.  You see, Stephen, how really sexy people
know?"
We made the changes and I got more excited every minute.  When
Wendy held up the black lace panties I had to reach down to make
the familiar adjustment and the girl smiled ear to ear when she
saw me do it.  They picked out a pair of shoes for me that were
red and had four inch heels.   
  When we cashed out Wendy whispered, "Does your beautiful son do
girls at all?" 
"Absolutely!" My mother said.  "You can take my word for it. 
We'll make it a threesome." 	











	THE CHURCH OF EROS
CHAPTER TEN
On Sunday after my spin as Lucky Pierre we had lunch.  Big John
and little Jimmy went with me to the unisex bathroom a mixed
assortment of naked men, women and children, all crowded in to do
their business and wash their hands, and, in most cases, use
paper towels to remove cum from faces and chests.  Jimmy and I
were seeping cum deliciously from our enlarged holes every step
of the way.
 We filled our plates with chicken wings and shrimp and,
coincidentally wound up at the same table we had used to make
love on shortly before.  We had to take care not to slip on the
cum- inundated floor. 
"I would have loved to stick around and have another session with
you, Stephen," John said, "But Brother Frank, Ron Welch and I
have an important cocktail hour and dinner with the Boston
Chapter of Nambla later.  Do you happen to know what Nambla is?"
"No." 
"It's the North American Man-Boy Lover's Association.  We meet to
discuss ways and means to enable young boys looking for men to
contact us.  Most people don't realize how many young boys,
particularly gay boys, are anxious to find older men with whom to
have sex.  Nambla believes that the most natural and bonding of
all of the sexual relationships is that between adult men and
young boys.  Would you agree with that?"
"Very much so." I said. "Do you take boys to the meeting?"
"We can't quite pull that off without getting arrested.  But I do
use these meetings to recruit for the church.  If I find, for
example, that a man is having relations with his son or sons than
it is a natural even if the wife is not yet included in the
incest.  Later we try to find a way to seduce her usually by
using another female."
"Wow!  So nice!"
"A lot of times the fathers are not including their sons in their
sex with young boys, even though they would like to.  But it is
delicate.  So we help them out by seducing the boys for them if
they would like."
"How do you do that?"
"Ron, Frank or I arrange to be introduced to them as a long-time
friend of their father.  What I do is slip them a folded note
when I get a chance and the father makes sure that I get that
chance.  I tell them that they should open it in private when
they are alone or they might be embarrassed.  The note tells them
that the matter is confidential between them and me and not to
discuss it with their father or it might end our friendship.
"What does the note say."
"It says that, thanks to the internet, interest in bi-sexual sex
is increasing among young boys.  They are no longer interested in
limiting their sexual adventures to just girls.  I, personally
know a lot of boys your age who would be very interested in
someone as sexy as you.  If you think you would like to meet them
call me at and I give them my telephone number.  If you aren't
really interested a this time then that's okay, too.  Simply tear
up the note and just be friends."
"Wow!  That's so neat.  I notice you didn't mention gay."
"You're very observant.  Most boys prior to experiencing
homosexuality are deathly afraid of being queer."
"That was the way it was with me, too.  Now I would be willing to
fly a banner over Boston letting everybody know."
"Well you're still in school and I would strongly recommend that
you remain in the closet."
"What if the boy doesn't call?"
"If they show the note to their father he is carefully instructed
not to over-act.  He is to tell them that he is not exactly
surprised at John because very sexual people tend to think
everyone else is turned on to the things they are. The father is
instructed to say his friend probably wrongly sensed that you had
the same feelings he did.  "I'll tell him to knock it off.  But
John is right about one thing, though. There is a growing trend
toward bi-sexuality among young boys."  And leave it at that.  
If the kid senses a level of tolerance in his father it will give
him food for thought.
"I'm sure."
"Which brings us to you and Jimmy."  Jimmy stopped wolfing his
wings to look up expectantly.  
"Us"
At our last meeting a month ago I dropped a note on one boy who
is fourteen and who is a high school football player like you,
Stephen."
"Grade school," I said, and I am thinking about giving up
football when I get to High school.  I'd rather make sex my
sport."
John smiled at me.  "After you get through the early stages of
your new sex life and settle down you will want to include other
activities in your life.  Football can get you a college
scholarship.  Sex won't."
"Maybe," I said.
"I would like to arrange for the boy to come to my house next
Friday.  He will ask his father for permission to sleep over at a
friend's house not knowing that his father is wise. I would like
you and Jimmy to be there.  We will have a little party for the
boy.  He knows that he will be meeting a couple of boys who play
around with boys. His name is Sean and he is black."
"Mmmmmmmmm.  That sounds good to me."
"Me, too," said Jimmy. "Dibs on his first fuck."
"I figure that two pretty little boys like you guys won't
intimidate him and, in fact, will really turn him on.  But you
are going to have to use your skills to seduce him.  I figure
that if we can get him into an opening romp and he likes it we
will spring his big surprise."
"His father is going to show up," I said.
"We are going to give Sean the time to experience gay sex and
think about it a bit.  And if all goes well his father is
scheduled to ring the bell at exactly eight o'clock.
"Wow, super," I said.  "Another black guy."
"Whose name is Avis, by the way."
"And, one thing more."
"Yes."
"I should tell you that when Sean first read my note he showed it
to his father and tore it up in front of him.  But them a few
days later he went to recover the scraps and had a tough time
piecing the phone number together.  Something told his Dad not to
empty the basket.  He had to empty parts of the basket during the
week to keep it from overflowing but he made sure that the scraps
of my note remained.  It tells you that Avis had a real sense
that Sean had tendencies."
"Who is picking him up at his house?" I asked.
"Jimmy's dad is going to pick him up with Jimmy of course.  And
then they will drive over to get you.  By the time the car
arrives at my house with you two cuties in a car with Sean the
poor kid will be hooked."
John had to leave for his meeting and to tell you how the best
laid plans can get way-laid at an orgy I wound up getting
approached by a complete stranger.  He was in his early twenties,
a little on the chubby side, not tall, and average looking at
best.  His name was Tommy and he told me that he had been
involved in incest since he was nine and  liked little boys.  He
had a sexy way of talking. But if he was average in appearance
his cock was not.  It looked like it belonged on someone else,
someone much larger. It was so ponderous that it didn't stick up
at an angle. It struck straight out.  It was horizontal with the
ground. You could have hung your laundry on it except no
clothespin could open wide enough to encompass it.  
"You're so beautiful that you take my breath away, Stephen. 
Would you be nice enough to let me fuck you?"
"Are you kidding?" I asked. "Just pick the spot."  
"One of the tables is available."
"Let's do it.  It meant I wouldn't have the thrill of watching
that big cock enter me but it was a way of getting the
penetration I needed and it was going to be my biggest cock
yet."
We stopped by the lube table and I made sure I was going to have
enough.  By the time we got to the table to move the stool out of
the way, Jimmy was already there with some middle aged guy aiming
his big cock at my little friend's little pussy.  I leaned over
and engaged Jimmy's tongue in a delightful duel as we both had
huge cocks sliding in.  My eyes got wide and so did his.  There
was a little pain but not enough to matter and it soon gave way
to enormous pleasure.  I thought of my mother and Butch.  This
was my biggest so far.  And like she said size may not matter but
when you got a cock in you that was grotesquely large it was a
totally different experience.  The whole world evolved around
that cock and your pussy.  There was nothing else to think
about.
He started to fuck.
Another boy, not as young as Jimmy but probably not as old as me
with another middle aged fat guy behind him arrived to my left. 
This kid probably didn't produce any cum yet either. I felt
Jimmy's little hand encircle my cock and I immediately reached
one hand for his and one hand for my new friend's.  It was
beautiful.  
The new kid's tongue joined ours. It was electric.  I really
liked the table.  You had someone to kiss while you got fucked
from the rear and two beautiful cocks to feel.   Our partners
picked up the pace until the audible slap, slap, slaps could be
heard half way across the room.
This time Jimmy didn't try to remove my hand as he had his
dry-cum.  And I went along with his hand all the way to mine. 
Tony was shooting his sperm well up into me just before I sent
mine all over the floor.  I felt the kid's prick on my left 
swell and throb and heard him moan. And he came a little. It
coated my fingers. I held on to it without moving my hand to take
him through it and he kissed me head-on to express his gratitude.
 I brought my hand up and licked it clean.  Yummy!
 It had been beautiful from beginning to end.  When I finally
felt that long, thick thing slip out I turned to embrace Tony and
thank him profusely.
"Where do you live?" he asked.
"Cambridge," I said.
I could see his disappointment.  "Hanover, New Hampshire," he
said.  "My father teaches at Dartmouth."
"My father teaches at Harvard," I said.
"It's too bad we are so far away.  I am so in love with you I am
out of my mind"
"Are you coming to Gay night?"
"Yes, I am," he said.  "My father and I never miss it."
"Will you be bringing that lovely thing with you" I asked
playfully feeling his now deflating and fully satisfied tool.  In
its flaccid state it was larger than an average erection.
"We are inseparable partners," he said with a giggle.  "You will
be a girl that night, won't you?"
"Yes," I said, "I will be Stephanie Haywood."
"My heart won't be able to stand it!"
	"Come on, Sweetheart," I heard my mother say.  "We have to go. 
I have to work tonight."   
	

THE CHURCH OF EROS
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I was naked and sitting on a stool by my mother's mirror.  My
girl's underwear was laid out on our bed.  She started with the
lipstick and as she applied it I immediately erected.  
"You better pay attention to how I do this, honey," she said. 
"From the looks of things you are going to be doing a lot of this
in the future."
I had to blush.
Application by application she explained to me exactly how to do
it.  The eye-shadow, the mascara, the eye-liner, the blush all
turned me into a girl I didn't know.  The transformation was so
exciting. The girl in the mirror seemed to jump out at me.

Throughout it all my erection never waivered.  I was happy to
realize that for one night  a week from now on I would get to be
a girl.  It was a role I was looking forward to.
My mother then combed my blond hair into a sweep forward over my
forehead while sweeping the other side of the part back.  Without
a wig my hair was long enough to look like a girl's shorter
hair-do.
"You will be going to gay night once a week," she said, so I
think we ought you let your hair continue to grow until it is
more than shoulder-length."
"Let's do it," I said.   
  If we can ever get your hardon down they will definitely think
they have a real girl on their hands."
The panties came next.  Black lace.  Diaphonous lace. Gauzy lace.
 I tried tucking my cock inside and managed it with some strain
against the fabric.
"Honeybunch, just let your pretty cock stick out through the side
until you get to church.  Otherwise you will be hurting
yourself."
I pulled it free from the confinement and my mother said, "That's
looks as sexy as hell.  Maybe that's the way you ought to present
yourself."
She put on the garter belt next and I sat back down on the stool
to roll down the stockings and then roll them up my legs.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" She said.  "Very sexy!"  I thought so, too.
"Girl's clothes are tricky," my mother said.  "In order to get
your panties completely off you have to undo the garters. 
Otherwise you can lower them and be available front or back while
your panties remain hung up on the garters.  But if you want the
panties off you can re-hook the garters and that is a very sexy
look, too."
Next came the red corset that zipped up the back and bound me up
nicely. It pushed up my bare tits just enough.  The tits looked
very pretty and the illusion was that they were early puberty
which is where they would be if I was a real girl.  My abdomen
was bare.
Next came the shoes.  I had practiced walking on them for an hour
the night before.  They were red to match the corset.  And they
had four inch heels that elevated me to around five-feet seven. 
They accentuated my stocking covered legs.  They accentuated my
ass. They gave me a sensual, if a little uncertain, stride.
Next she took a silver necklace out of a jewelry box that had the
name "Stephanie" spelled out and put it around my neck.  John
Willard had it specially delivered that morning. 
I was dynamite.
My mother used her cell phone to take several pictures.  I tucked
my cock inside my panties and sat on the stool with my legs
crossed.  Click.  I stood and thrust my hips to a sexy angle. 
Click.  I stood with my back to her and my ass flared while
looking over my shoulder. Click. Finally I faced her and lowered
my panties and let my cock stand upright and free. Click.  It was
followed by a "Nice!"
 "Wouldn't it be something if your stick-in-the-mud father could
see you now?" She said.  "Wouldn't he just go crazy.  He would
blame his little gay boy on me and in a way he would be right."
"I was gay before I went to the Church of Eros," I said. "I just
didn't know it."
"Well, then we can say that I helped you realize it."
I was to be picked up by at six by a man who lived at Porter
Square, nearby, with his two sons.  Mother knew who they were but
they missed Sunday so that I never met them.  
"You'll like him a lot," my mother said.  But you will especially
like his boys.  Peter is fourteen and Robert is twelve.  He is
Peter, Senior, so they call the boy Petey."
"We need to get them far enough up the driveway so the neighbors
can't see you," my mother said. "They know you will be dressed."
The car arrived right on time and they did pull well into the
driveway as it turned out.  I kissed my mother good-bye and
walked gingerly to the car. The back door flew open and I slipped
inside.  To my astonishment both boys looked gorgeous in their
make-up and lingerie.  I thought they looked every bit as pretty
as me.  Both had let their hair grow long over the months since
the regular weekly stints as "girls" had begun.  I intended to do
the same.
"I'm Roberta," the youngest said.  
 "I'm Pamela," said the oldest.
 "Stephanie," I said.
"Well, pretty little Stephan, for tonight you are officially a
girl, "Peter said.  "We want you to be as feminine as you can. 
We don't want to talk about guy things.  We talk about sex, about
boys and men, about clothes, about the size of men's dicks.  If
you are going to be girls try to act like girls."
  "This is really going to be fun," I said.
"I'll tell you one thing, Stephanie.  You will see a lot of
lip-stick covered cocks tonight.  That's what I like about Gay
night."
His two "girls" were smiling broadly.
	"Brother Frank will be Frances, tonight, and there will be one
or two adult girls. But when you see all of the boys sixteen and
under turned into pretty little girls that is what is really
exciting.  You will see."
I took a good long look at Peter and he was very handsome.  And
he looked like he could still play college ball.  I figured him
to about forty-five. And I kind of thought I might have a special
way to thank him for the ride.  I felt that familiar surge deep
inside my pussy that I had been getting lately any time I saw a
sexy guy.
We parked in the rapidly filling lot and disembarked.  We could
see all of the young "girls" all stumbling along in panties and
high heels all them transformed into quite beautiful girls. It
was a gorgeous sight to see.   
  	John was waiting at the door specifically to see me and
smiling from ear to ear.  "Wow!  You have exceeded all of my
expectations and that is something I'd never expected to say. 
The corset was exactly the right touch."
	He began to softly tickle my tits.  "At last a pair of tits I
can feel," he said.
	"Thank you, John.  And thank you for the necklace."
	"Of course, Stephanie.  I have someone special I want you to
meet tonight."
	"Okay."
	"You remember that I went to the Nambla meeting, Sunday.
	"Of course."
	"Well I met a father who is into young boys but who has a son
who he would never expect to be able to get it on with. In fact
he believed his son was homophobic, if anything.  You know the
typical situation I run into all the time.  Except that this was
different."
	"Why different."
	"His last name was Haywood."
	"The same as mine?"
	"And there is a reason for that. He happens to be your father."
	"Are you serious? I can't believe you are talking about the
father I know.  You're telling me that my own father is secretly
into young boys? He is a member of Nambla?"
	"He is head over heels into boys and it started before he left
your mother."
	"He should have told her," I said.
	"It's just amazing how people can live together and not know
what is going on in their partner's minds.  He had no way of
knowing that she would be accepting of his getting into young
boys.  It was unthinkable.  I guess we all tend to try to keep up
a false image of ourselves and that's too bad."
	"I've been seeing him every other weekend and he seemed like the
same dad he's always been, very moral and upstanding." 
	"He has been seeing these two boys for several months now.  They
visit his apartment on a regular basis.  They are fourteen and
eleven.  It started with the eleven year old who made a move on
him in the men's room at the Cambridge mall.  At first he thought
the kid wanted money, but he didn't.  His parents are well off.
He just wanted some gay attention.  The other boy is a friend of
Timmy."
	"Are they with him tonight?"
	"We couldn't quite work that out.  You see with underage kids we
make it a rule that they have at least one parent involved.  It
helps keep them from blabbing about what goes on here because it
would jeopardize their basic security."
	"So my father knows about me?"
	"And he is thrilled about it.  Your football star dad has
finally turned gay even if his experience so far is strictly with
boys. .  And there is something else."
	"What?"
	"I'm predicting that your mother will want to remarry the new
Stephen, senior.  They can now swing the way she wanted to in the
first place."
	"Where is Dad now?"
	"He is in the sex room waiting for his Stephanie."

THE CHURCH OF EROS
CHAPTER TWELVE
The sex music was blaring in the halls and I took off my shoes in
order not to break my neck climbing the stairs.  My cock was
flaccid enough to keep inside my brief black panties at least for
the moment.  The hypnotic thumping of the music alone was enough
to get me going.  John was right behind me and I guessed he
wanted to see me from behind.  When I opened the door it was to a
scene beyond belief.
The mattresses and couches had been crowded into one half of the
available floor.  The remaining half had been turned into a dance
floor.   While some of the adult males were dancing with other
adults for the most part the older guys were matching up with the
young  "girls".  It probably should have been called Father and
Son night instead of Gay night from the looks of things. 
Everywhere turned on Daddies having offered up their sons to the
party were dancing sexily with other young boys transformed into
girls.  All of the "girls" with their applications of cosmetics
and their sexy attire were wholly desirable.  Some   of them had
wigs to go with their make-up and underthings, but most of them,
because of their weekly girl play had allowed their hair to grow
long.  All of them were wearing bras except me.  The corset that
left my tits exposed was the perfect touch.
My father was dancing with a ten year old "girl" who looked
adorable in white panties and white bra. My father really was a
handsome guy.  He was wearing a blue denim shirt and blue jeans
and had a mop of blonde hair that fell at random across his
forehead and hung down long in the back. I realized that all of
the adult males were starting out fully dressed as they would be
at a gay club although some of them were already stripping as
they danced.  Strobes were flashing and throwing eerie lights
around the room.   
My beautiful, black Frances, nee Brother Frank, danced into view.
 She was wearing white against her ebony skin.  She had a white
bra, garter belt and white mesh stockings.   She had a black
page-boy hair-piece that was adorable. Her panties were already
discarded and her erect black cock was a thing of beauty as it
swing to and fro with her gyrations.  Her dancing partner was the
nineteen year old Ralph and he had already stripped down to his
blue thong briefs with nearly all of his long, beautiful cock
was, out of necessity, exposed through the side.     
 And the music was obscene.  After the long thump, thump, thump
of instrumentation you suddenly heard a chorus of deep male
voices sing, "I need your cock! I want your cock!  I love your
cock!..............  I need your cock!  I want your cock!  I love
your cock!...................I need your cock! I want your cock!
I love your cock!"  Then, after a slight pause added, "Suck!
Fuck!  Cum!"
There was attempt at subtlety in the sexually inspired lyrics. 
It was so wild.  So sinful.  The lecherous expressions in the
blinking strobes were near-maniacal. The clothing on the adult
male dancers was falling away.  The "girls" contented themselves
with lowering their panties enough to free their cocks and play
with them a little bit before pulling their panties back up.  My
cock was back to sticking out of the side of my panties.
My father was totally absorbed with the young "girl" he was
dancing with as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.  He didn't see me
at all as I approached dancing with the music as I went.  I
probably was the only "girl" on four-inch heels and it limited my
undulations to a very sexy minimum.    
The young "girl" turned around to sway with the music and give my
father a look at a very nice fanny.  My father's shirt came off
and he sashayed over to the edge of the floor to drop it never
taking his eyes off of his little girl partner.  She lowered her
panties to let him see her pretty backside in the flesh and my
father licked his lips.
I suppose I should have been jealous but I really wasn't.  I was
excited instead.  I was really excited.  I knew that my father
was so anxious to have sex that he was more than willing to start
 without me.  But that was okay, too.
"I need your cock!  I want your cock!  I love your cock!"  The
chorus sang out.   The little "girl" was back facing him with her
panties still lowered and her pretty three inch cock fully
engorged.  My father's focus was entirely on that pretty little
cock as he was unbuckling his belt.  I had now gotten close
enough to hear him sing the lyrics. "I need your cock!  I want
your cock!  I love your cock!"  And then, "Suck! Fuck!  Cum!"
My father's pants were coming down and I realized he was in his
bare feet or he would have had a real problem stepping out of
them. He was wearing a brief red thong and his cock was peeking
out of the top front.  He picked up his pants and was dancing his
way to the end of the floor to get rid of them when he saw me.
His mouth fell open.  He stopped dancing for the briefest moment
and then got back into it.  I was staring at the head of his
cock. I edged forward and dropped to one knee and licked around
the exposed helmet of that beautiful cock.  It was probably the
perfect beginning.  His little "girl" friend was smiling broadly.
 I lowered his thong all the way to the floor.  His little "girl"
friend moved in beside me and went to one knee, too.  Her
necklace said "Cynthia."
Together we licked either side of his big cock applying a nice
coat of lipstick the length of it.  I wasn't sure whether my
father had informed his little Cynthia that he was expecting his
son but she couldn't have been more sharing.  We passed his cock
back and forth sucking it and licking his balls until I got up
and nodded toward the lubrication table and began to dance in
that direction.  Smiling they followed along behind me.  
I unfastened my garters to pull down my panties and re-fastened
the garter loops to keep my stockings from sliding down.  Still
moving to the music I scooped up a gob of Vaseline from an open
jar and applied it very liberally to my pussy.
Cynthia slipped out of her white satin panties and she, too,
applied a generous amount of Vaseline to her pussy.  I applied
Vaseline to my father's beautiful lipstick covered cock and he
gleamed with anticipation.  Then I applied some to my own cock.
	My father, I'm sure, caught the significance immediately and
knew it meant we were going to be doing a threesome fuck and I
was going to be  Lucky Pierre. But he probably thought we would
be lying flat on a mattress.  I wondered if he had done this with
his two boyfriends.
	"Take your panties with you, Cynthia.  We can't lose those," I
said, as I danced off in the opposite direction from the one they
expected.  The tables were just starting to fill up with lovers
and I was sure they understood what was ahead.
  We arrived at the nearest table and Cynthia bent over and
spread her slender little legs.  I placed my panties on the table
on top of Cynthia's. Then I got behind her and aimed my cock at
her pussy and started to drive it home.  It went in easily.  She
took it like a champ and I wondered if she had the pleasured
introduction that I had to anal sex, or anything close.  
	My father got behind me and had no difficulty entering me.  It
was sheer pleasure.  It was my own father fucking me for the
first time. Mmmmmmmmm!  It was nice and big.
	"Oh, God!" He said.  "This is so great!"
	I reached around to get hold of Cynthia's clit.  My father found
mine.  We fucked beautifully.
	Soon two more couples arrived and settled in on either side of
us.  Two more pretty "girls" in naturally long hair appeared on
either side of Cynthia with two middle aged men to quite happily
bring up their rears.  The three girls played tongues as we
fucked.  No one got frantic.  We stayed with the beat of the
music.  My father stuck his tongue in my ear.  He was stroking me
like an expert. 
Slap, slap, slap!  Slap, slap, slap! Slap, slap, slap!  That big
gorgeous cock of my father's was thrusting.  That big, gorgeous
cock of my father's was burrowing.  That big gorgeous cock of my
father's was cumming and I felt his seed.   Cynthia was next and
I felt her clit swell and heard her moan.  I stopped stroking as
she had her dry cum.  And then I picked up the pace as I fucked
her.  Oh,  oh,  oh! Oh, oh, oh! I spurted my seed deep into her
and she felt it with a loud moan.  It was perfect.
	I turned around to kiss my father and he broke it off to moan,
"My beautiful, beautiful Stephanie.  I love you more than ever."
	"Do you like doing little "girls"?" I asked.
	"Mmmm, yes," he said, gently feeling my dripping cock. 
Especially when they have a big beautiful clit like yours."
	"You know, if we are not careful, this could lead to a regular
thing," I teased.
	"You mean you might want to do this with me again?"
	"I thought it was kind of nice," I said.
	His lips came down on mine and there were tongues.





THE CHURCH OF EROS
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
	Sean Bell lived on the top floor of a three-decker in
Dorchester, and, according to plan, Ron Welch, little Jimmy and I
arrived at four o'clock to pick him up.  It was supposed to be an
innocent sleep-over with a couple of school buddies but the truth
is that Sean and I had never laid eyes on each other before.  The
only thing he knew ahead of time was my name and that he would be
going to John Willard's house for a boy's sex party.  His father,
of course, unbeknownst to him was in on it.  His mother wasn't.
	I climbed the three floors to Sean's apartment and it was his
mother who greeted me at the door.
	"Sean, your friend Stephen is here," she said.  
	Sean appeared, acting like he knew me from school, and looking a
little nervous about the whole thing.  For fourteen he was nearly
six foot tall and very slender and good looking.  I was drawn to
him immediately and I could tell he was equally taken with me. 
"Hi, Stephen," he said, with a nervous smile.  He was holding a
little overnight bag as he kissed his mother good-bye.
	"Now you behave, Sean," she said.  "and have fun."
	About half-way down the stairs I whispered to Sean, "Your mother
doesn't have any idea how much fun we are really going to have."
 I could see a bulge begin to develop in the area of Sean's
crotch. 
 "I'm a little scared to tell you the truth," he said.
I took his free hand in mine and gave it a little squeeze.  On
the landing above the ground floor I stopped and took the
suitcase from him and set it down.  There was no one around.  I
put my arms around him and backed him against the wall.  I pursed
my lips for him and he had to bend slightly to bring our lips
together.  I forced my tongue inside his mouth and my tongue
found his.  He was pleasantly startled.  I knew he was struggling
with his potential gayness and I wanted him to give up the fight.
 I felt his cock.  He felt mine.  We were both hard but
constrained.  I squeezed his cock and he squeezed mine.
When we broke it off Sean was breathing heavily.  "This is what I
really want," he said.  "I want to do it with boys."
When we got to the car Jimmy had moved into the back seat and his
father was behind the wheel.  I think Sean expected that John
would be driving.
"I'm Ron," Jimmy's father said as Sean and I slid into the back
seat with him in the middle.  "And this is my son, Jimmy."
Jimmy smiled at him with those angelic eyes that would melt and
iceberg.
"You're young," Sean said.
"I'll be ten in August," Jimmy said.
"Are we going to John's house?" Sean asked.
I knew Sean was probably thinking that Ron was simply going to
drop us while unaware of  what the sleep-over was really all
about but that impression began to erode as soon as we got out on
the street.  Little Jimmy reached up to pull Sean's head down to
his and into a long, sensual kiss.  Little Jimmy could really
kiss.  I gave them a few minutes of lip-lock before I began to
unbuckle Sean's pants.  Sean pointed to the driver as though to
say we couldn't do this.
Ron clarified the matter immediately.  "Have you ever had sex
with boys before, Sean?" he asked. 
Sean was alarmed.  "What?"
"Will this be your first experience with boys?"
"Ron, knows," I said smiling.  "He and John are going to be with
us tonight."
"He knows about his own son?"  Sean asked.
"We have sex together," Jimmy said.  "We love each other in a
special way.  My mother, too."
I had Sean's shorts open and was pulling them down and off.  He
even lifted his ass to helpme do it. His big, beautiful black
cock was sticking out of his tight white briefs.  
"I wish my father would do things with me," he said.
Jimmy went to work getting him out of his briefs and he was naked
from the waist down.
"Have you ever seen your father's cock, Sean?" Ron asked.
"Yes," he said. "Actually quite a few times.  Once even when it
was hard."
"Did you like it?"
"I liked it a lot."  He had to gasp as little Jimmy went down.
"I would say that your father might have been intentionally
careless wouldn't you?"
"Oh, I love this," Sean said in response to little Jimmy's expert
ministrations.  "You mean he was letting me see his dick on
purpose?"
"That's what I would say."
It was my turn to go down on that beautiful black snake and
Jimmy's turn to reach under his shirt and play with his tits.
"You think my father wanted me to see his cock?"
"I would say so.  I will bet that he has something on his mind. 
Jimmy plays with me, Stephen plays with his father.  I think your
father wants to play with you."
"Oh, boy, this is so goooood!   This is so gooooood!   This is so
gooooood!"  And then he came.  And came. And came.  "Oh, God,
it's so good.  I love it."
I gave some of Sean's cum to Jimmy and got up to sit directly on
my black beauty's lap and kiss open-mouthed trading his pearls.
It was still daylight and, even though the windows were heavily
tinted, there was some risk of being seen by a passing car.  We
swallowed and I climbed off his lap.
"What do you think, Sean," Ron said.  "Is this something that you
want to do?"
"It's something I've been fantasizing about for months.  I was
really afraid of being gay but now I know it's what I want to
be."
Little Jimmy smiled up at him.  "It's really great, isn't it?"	
"Do you really think that my father wanted me to see his cock?"
"When did you get to see it hard?"
"It was the day before yesterday.  It was Wednesday night.  The
lock on the bathroom door hadn't been working for a few days. He
walked in on me naked while I was toweling off.  He said he was
sorry but he thought I had left and he forgot about the lock.  He
stood there looking at me and I saw his cock grow big right in
front of me."
"Did that excite you?"
"I got big, too.  He said that it was strictly nature and then he
got in the shower."
"I guess the big question is that if your father really wants to
have sex with you how do you feel about that?"
"I would like to do it a lot."
"What if I told you that I know for a fact that he does want to
do it with you."
"You do?"
Ron handed his cell phone back over the seat to Sean.  "Dial your
father's number and hand me back the phone."
"Hello, Avis," Ron said when he got the phone back. "This is 
Jimmy's father.  "There is no sense stalling around until eight.
Sean is really into it.  Why don't you leave now and head out to
John's house.  Yes, I'm sure.  I'll let you talk to him."
Sean stared at the phone for a few minutes before bringing it to
his ear.  "Hi, Dad!" he said. "These guys think
that.................  These guys are.............   These guys
are having sex with their dads," he finally blurted out.  "I want
to have sex with you!" 

THE CHURCH OF EROS
By tantra
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
By some standards John Willard's home was almost modest.  It was
a one-story ranch set back well into the woods and surrounded by
a brick wall high enough to guarantee privacy from prying eyes. 
After all, John was a boy-lover who needed to keep the comings
and goings of his young visitors away from scrutiny, even though
most of them came accompanied by their fathers.
Some might regard John as a lecherous old man when it came to his
penchant for young boys were it not for the fact that he cared
about them deeply and they cared as much about him. The truth is,
whether you wanted to admit or not, that young boys on the brink
of puberty were in dire need of the kind of sexual attention they
got from men like John.
The other exciting thing that John had going for him was a
fertile imagination.  He was constantly able to conjure up erotic
adventures.
So, even after the founding of the Church of Eros, John continued
the practice of the more intimate Friday night boy parties. 
Sex-minded fathers were more than eager to trade their sons and
the sons, in turn, were just as eager play naked games with other
fathers and sons.
"My Dad is here," I exclaimed excitedly when I saw his car in the
driveway.  "John decided to surprise me."
"John is always thinking of new ways to make us happy," Ron said.

I had not had sex with my Dad since Gay night on Tuesday but Mom
had already agreed to have him move back into the house.
Sexy little Jimmy took Sean by the hand to lead him to the house
where big John greeted us clad only in the briefest of pouches.
Although he had met John before fully dressed Sean was startled
to see the near naked- bear-like form of his father's friend.
John quickly took Sean into his beefy arms and wasted no time in
planting an open-mouthed kiss on the eager and clearly excited
fourteen year old. John's tongue pried its way between lips and
Sean gasped in surprise and then pleasure.  Sean returned the
fervor and it lasted a while.
   "Welcome to our den of iniquity, Sean," John said with a broad
grin.  "I'm so glad you decided to cum."
My father appeared behind them similarly dressed and embraced me
in much the same way.
"Hi, beautiful," he said as we locked lips.  
Ron took a moment to explain to John that the planned seduction
was no longer necessary and that our special guest had already
expressed his desire to have sex with his father and that Avis
was already on his way.
"Well then, Sean, I guess this means that we can welcome to into
the world of homosexuality and you will love it."
Sean smiled sheepishly and his cheeks were as flushed as any
black boy could manage.
John wanted to show us the den first, just off the living room
and a third again as large.  It looked innocent enough at first
blush.  There were two couches flush against one wall and facing
a home entertainment center that featured a solidly imbedded
mammoth television set. John Went over to a power box pressed a
series of numbers and. Like a Murphy bed, the wall descended to
the floor and became a bed large as three King's pulled together.
 
On the wall behind was a beautifully framed portrait of a
completely naked, very young boy.  He had one finger vertically
in front of his lips to signal secrecy and he had a small, very
taut, pretty cock standing proudly.  His expression was naughty
and impish of the kind I would see on Jimmy Welch every time the
subject of sex came up.  
On the wall to our left was a framed, embroidered sign that said,
"Whenever young boys are willing to disrobe in front of grown
men, good things will happen."  To the right side of the portrait
was a similar sign that said, "You will find indescribable
ecstasy in being a girl for other men."
Beneath the portrait on the mantle was a bronze statuette that
depicted frottage consisting of two erect cocks held together by
a hand.
"The little boy was my oldest son John when he was eight years
old."
In the middle of the bed with the frames welded to it was a
leather hammock for fucking.  It had a round cutout set to align
with one's derriere and several Velcro binders for the hands and
feet.
"My family, when I was growing up, had always gone by the rule of
not including  children until they were twelve," John said as our
attention returned to the painting. "But that all went out the
window when my wife and I made arrangements to meet with another
couple for sex.  This was before the internet when contacts were
made through swinger magazines and followed up by telephone
calls.. The other couple lived nearby and it turned out that
their son was in class with our Johnny and they brought him
along.  They informed us that they included him in their sex. I
had made the mistake of telling them during our telephone
conversations that I had grown up in an incestuous family.
"At least let Johnny watch," the other mother suggested,  "and
see how he reacts to it.  He shouldn't be frightened by people
making love."
So against our better judgment and more because the other couple
was rip-roaring hot we relented.  And the rest is history.  Frank
and I went down on each other's sons and the girls went off to a
bedroom.  Our Johnny was totally hooked.
We didn't admit our three other sons until they were nine,
though.  And the boys found it to be a lot of fun keeping the
sexual goings-on from their smaller brothers as well as their
introductions on their ninth birthdays."
John was so sexy.
"And speaking of nine-year olds, Jimmy, and,  since we have to
wait for Avis' arrival, why don't we demonstrate how the hammock
works since we will hopefully be using it for Sean's deflowering
later.  
  Sean's smile showed us that it was something he wanted to
happen.
"Can I take my off my clothes, John?" little Jimmy asked.
"I think that would be better, sweetheart, we have to demonstrate
how things line up.  Why don't you go across the hall and put
your clothes on the bed."
When he was gone, his father said," Jimmy just loves to take of
his clothes for people.  He's been like that ever since he was
five.  He would be outside in the yard, playing and the next
thing you know, bingo, no clothes."
Everyone laughed.
Jimmy came back naked and flushed. His cock was hard.  He
clambered up on the hammock and stretched out with his cock
upright.  The legs of the hammock split his legs out wide.  John
stepped forward and Jimmy raised his hands up over his head and
through two of the binders that suited his height. John  looped
the binder through a metal loop and bound the Velcro.  He bound
both of the flushed little boy's hands.  Jimmy's little cock
jumped with excitement.  Then John bound his ankles in the same
manner.
"It gives one absolute comfort along with a helpless lack of
control.  It makes you feel bound and at the mercy of a partner
who can force you to do all of the things you really want to do.
You will notice that the hole in the underside allows complete
access to the boy's pussy and that is the purpose.
Sean's eyes were glassy he wanted it so badly.
"Stephen, you haven't been to the bondage on Friday night yet
because, of course, you are here.  But next Friday you will want
to go with your mother.  It is our church's form of confession.
You are shackled and bound and made to confess to Father Mulcahey
and all of the others in the room your naughty sinful acts and
desires and then you are punished for them before you are
pleasured for them and told to go forth and do them all again. 
You will find it very thrilling."
"Wow, that sounds like something I really want to do," I said.
	John took out his phone and asked, "Sean, what's your father's
telephone number?"
John dialed Avis and learned that he was around five minutes
away.   Why don't we all troop over to the bedroom and get
completely undressed.  I would like to have Avis greeted by a
roomful of naked boys and men.
"This is all so exciting," Sean whispered to me as we crossed the
hall.  "I'm so glad I decided to do this."
"It gets better and better.  Wait until we dress as girls on Gay
night."
"Everyone dresses as girls?'
"All of the boys sixteen and under.  We wear lingerie and make-up
and adopt a girl's name."
"You mean you wear panties? Wow!   I'd like to do that."
"Think of a good name for a girl because that's who you are going
to be every Tuesday."
We took off our clothes along with everyone else in the crowded
bedroom and tossed them on top of the crowded bed.  I could see
that Sean fell in love with my cock which was only half hard at
the moment.
"I'm so glad I decided to do this," he repeated as he gazed at
it
"You can feel it, Sean."
He reached down to take it in his hands and I took his.  I
brought him into an embrace so that our cocks came together.  I
put my hand around them both of them and squeezed.
"I just love being with boys," he said.
"And men, too."
The doorbell rang and three very naked men and three equally
naked boys collected in the living room.  Much to my surprise
Ron, Jimmy's father and mine were actually holding hands and
sporting full erections.  My strictly boy-loving father was
broadening out.
After checking the peephole John opened the door to an absolutely
gorgeous black man dressed in polo shirt and jeans. He was
basketball tall and athletically built and he had a smile that
could make your cock grow hard.  And mine did.
Avis looked around and said, "I guess I must be in the right
place.  This sure looks like a boy's party to me." And just look
at my boy, Sean.  You really want to have sex with your daddy? 
Well the feeling is mutual."  
The two came together in a warm hug and, for the first time, a
lip to lip kiss that turned into a trading of tongues.  Sean was
beside himself with excitement and it showed.  
For the first time I noticed Sean's ass.  It was the most
beautiful I had ever seen.  It was almost as wide as a female's
but there was a long slope to his lower back that blossomed into
a round-cheeked derriere.  I wasn't the only one who noticed. 
Big John stepped forward as the father and son continued to hold
each other and ran his fingers sensuously all over it.
"Sean, darling, if you'll forgive my saying so but you have the
most beautiful ass I have ever seen on a boy.  It's just
gorgeous.  There can be no doubt that you were meant to be
homosexual. There is no doubt whatever."
The sensual, sexy way John's fingers traced Sean's backside
caused every man and boy to erect completely.
When the father and son finally untangled, Avis had Sean turn
around so he could see what all the excitement was about and
whispered, "Oh, God, Sean, it is beautiful. You were meant to be
gay, alright.  You just have to be gay.  I want you to be gay
just like your father, sweetheart."  
"I know this much, Dad. I like men and boys!  I like cock. I like
being in this room with these naked guys and you."
Avis reached out to feel Sean's erect cock and said, "I would
never have guessed it."
The ever-imaginative John was at it again.  "Sean, he said, "Your
father is the last man dressed.  Suppose I have every one take a
seat while you undress him for us."
There was an appreciative smattering of applause and Avis was
smiling ear to ear.  We all took seats in various parts of the
living room and Avis bent over so that Sean could lift his shirt
over his head.  There were a couple of whistles.  
As expected, Avis was perfectly built and hairless.  With a
nervous smile Sean began to unbuckle his father's belt.
"The shoes, Sean, I shouted out.  You should take his shoes off
before his pants or they might get hung up."
Sean nodded in my direction and went to his knees to untie the
sneakers and get them off.  He did the socks next.  Avis was
smiling at him and kissed him again when he stood. Everyone
cheered.
Sean went back to the buckle and then the zipper and lowered his
pants slowly to the ground and Avis stepped out of them.  He was
wearing a lavender thong.
"Turn him around, Sean," John directed,  "so that we can see his
back first.  Just lower his briefs to his thigh.  Avis turned
around and Sean lowered the briefs and we were treated to almost
a carbon copy of his son's rear end.  It was exceptionally
beautiful.
Sean emulated John in sensuously running his fingers softly over
his father's ass and even sticking a finger part way into his
love canal before bending to kiss it all over.
"Stick your tongue in the crack, Sean," my father, of all people,
shouted.
Sean looked at my father questioningly, but got down on one knee
to do it.  He held the cheeks apart and licked. After he licked
once he licked again.  He found out he liked doing it and he did
it like an expert.
Then it was show time.  Avis turned to face us.  The thong could
no longer contain that huge cock and it was peeking half-way out
of the top.  Then Sean standing slightly to the side so as not to
obstruct the view lowered the briefs to the ankles to allow the
rampant, valiant cock to come snapping into view. It was very
exciting.  Erect cocks are always exciting but when one is long,
black, smooth and beautiful it is all of the reasons men turn
queer.
John stepped forward to touch cock to cock with Avis and held
them together for a minute.
"Sean," he said.  And Sean stepped forward to do the same.
"Why don't all of you line up and touch cocks with Avis and
Sean."
And we did.  We first touched Avis and then Sean.  I followed my
father in line and was thrilled to bring my cock next to both of
theirs.  I don't know what it is about black cocks that turn me
on so much but it might because they are attached to black guys.
When we completed this episode John was at it again.  Avis wants
us to introduce his son to anal sex tonight if Sean s in favor of
it.  "Sean, do you want to become a bottom tonight?"
"Yes," Sean answered definitively.
"Well, then let's get you strapped in to the harness and, after
some finger-play we will introduce you to some cocks starting
with Jimmy and working your way up to your father.  I will direct
this operation and the men are asked to only fuck Sean long
enough for him to adjust to the size.  The man's reward for his
restraint will be to fuck Jimmy or young Stephen to fulfillment.
If, however I sense that Sean is about to cum I will not
interrupt it.  Sean, you can signal me by saying simply, "I need
it!"  Okay?"
Sean nodded eagerly and even led the way to the den.  Avis was
clearly stunned by the den.  John took Sean over to the harness,
laid him on it and bound his wrists and ankles.
"Do you have a helpless feeling?  Do you feel completely at our
mercy?" 
Sean nodded, wide-yed.
"Do you like the feeling?"
"I like it a lot!"
John knelt on the bed between Sean's parted legs, dug his fingers
into the Vaseline and brought them to up to coat the surface of
Sean's willing cunt.  Then he used his index finger to probe
inside.
"Nice?"
"It feels good."
John took his time going from one finger to two before three. 
Sean liked everything so far.
"It's nice to have something inside your love canal isn't it,
Sean."
"It feels good."
"Do you think you are ready for some cock?"
 "I want some cock."
It was jimmy's turn. His pretty little cock was already lubed up.
 He took John's place between Sean's legs and, manfully began to
work his cock right into Sean's pussy.  Sean loved every bit of
it.  He had no discomfort with the smaller size and they fucked
slowly while I lubed up my cock.
  John was the timekeeper and he called a halt. "Roll over to the
bed, Jimmy, and in a few minutes you will have someone fucking
you.  No one is going to left out of the fun."
I got between Sean's legs and he pulled my head down to whisper
in my ear.
"I really love you.  I wish it was just us."
I brought my cock to his entrance and took it slow.  My cock was
as big as most of the men he would meet and I wanted him to feel
pleasure.  He grimaced at a couple of points during the entry and
I stopped to wait.
	"You're doing it just right, Stephen.  He feels good doesn't
he?"
	We each thought he was talking to us and we both answered, "Yes"
at the same time.
	It took a while but we were finally fucking and he was screaming
out in pleasure. "I need it!" He shouted. 
John let us go and we fucked like crazy boys.  In a few ecstatic
minutes Sean was shooting his pearly white ammunition all over my
chest and a moment later I was seeding him..  I relaxed and let
him calm down before I pulled out.  I thought to myself he really
does love me.
	Jimmy's father was next.  He was about the same size as me so it
wasn't going to be allowed to last that long unless Sean
expressed another need to cum.
	"That was so good," Jimmy said.  "You are so beautiful, Stephen.
 And you are the best of lovers."  My chest was still covered
with Sean's cum and Jimmy scooped it up and fed it to me and we
kissed.
	"You know how much I love you, Jimmy, from the very first time
in the cafeteria. You are so pretty."
	We kissed again and turned to watch Ron and Sean.  Ron had
bottomed out and Sean was tracing his fingers along the man's
back.  They kissed ardently.  We were looking at one very happy
young boy finding a bigger reason to live. They began to move and
in only a few short minutes John called it off.  They were both
disappointed but complied.
	Ron slid out, ducked under the hammock and, rather than choose
his every day squeeze, crawled over to me.
	"Can you roll over for me, Stephen?" he asked. "I'd like to do
it from behind."
	  I put my head on the bed and Jimmy found me a pillow.  I stuck
my ass in the air and heard Ron say, "So beautiful!  You boys
have such beautiful asses."
He was entering me at the very same time that my father was
entering Sean but with a lot less difficulty.  I wasn't paying a
lot of attention to Sean's grimacing effort to take a much bigger
cock because I was involved in my own little share of heaven. 
And it was nice.  Mmmmmmmmm.  It was nice.  Ron was good at
fucking.  I loved it.  I even felt like I was headed for another
cum when he beat me to it.  I felt the thrilling bombardment of
semen deep inside where all the real pleasure begins. 
Mmmmmmmmm.
	Ron turned me back over on my back to smother me with kisses.
	"Man sex is so beautiful to watch," Jimmy said.  Even my mother
enjoys watching my father and me.  It's not just because it's
family loving, either.  She likes watching him fuck other men."
	In spite of the fact that his father would be next we heard Sean
yelling, "I need it.  I love you."  And he and my father rode it
out to a screaming conclusion.  I guess it was safe to say that
Sean had fully acclimated to a big dick. 
	My father slid out from under the harness with a dripping cock
and John proceeded to unstrap one very happy boy getting ready to
make love to his father.  You would think that the attention of a
room full of naked males would be drawn to what is, undoubtedly,
a memorable first coupling of father and son but we were all too
turned on by our own needs,
	John came to me and my father came to little Jimmy lying beside
me.  Although we could watch Avis and Sean out of the corner of
our eyes when we got the chance, it fell mainly to the
temporarily sated Ron to give them his full attention.
	Up to this time I had been fucked only once by the loveable bear
and that was standing from behind.  This was frontal with my legs
on his shoulders and him burrowed in tight. He was fucking me in
short, rabbit-like strokes.  He was so good at it.  He was so
really good at it.  To tell you the truth he might be the best at
it although it was hard to tell.  They were all so good and I
liked to get fucked so much.
	I came again screaming, "John!  John!  John!"  And he and I
became coated with my dripping cum.  He came moments later with
the expression of a dying man.
	"Oh, Stephen.  My sweet, sweet Stephen," he whispered in my ear.
 "I love you the best." 
	
THE CHURCH OF EROS
By Tantra
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
	On Saturday morning my phone rang just as my mother was getting
into bed.  It was Father Mulcahey.  
	"Stephen, I know this is awfully short notice but I need you for
our Sunday presentation. One of the boys broke his leg on a
skate-board and I need to replace him."
	"What kind of a presentation, Father?" I asked.
	"It's a group strip tease involving two boys and two girls who
then have sex on the altar. 
	"So I do it with a girl?"
	"No! No!," he said.  "The boys do it together and so do the
girls."
	"Wow, nice," I said. "Do we fuck?"
	"The boys fuck."
	"Who gets to fuck who?"
	""I'll give you the choice.  Which would you rather do?"
	"I'd rather be the one getting fucked," I said.
	"Then that's the way it will be."
	"Who's the boy?" I asked.
	"The lucky boy you mean. He's Peter Boyle.  You know him.  His
father is the one who drove you to Gay night."
	"Wow!" I said.  "I don't know what he looks like as a boy but he
was sure pretty as a girl."
	"Well he's almost as pretty as you.  But you have to be here at
the church for a rehearsal this afternoon and Peter's father will
be picking you up at two."
	Peter turned out to be every bit as handsome as he was pretty
and I found out he played high school football at Rindge,
something we couldn't talk about when we were playing girls.
Peter was fifteen and both of the girls were fourteen and they
were as pretty as pictures.  It was obvious that we were all
chosen strictly on looks.  Brother Frank was the choreographer
and he showed up in a halter and short-shorts and pranced around
the front of the chapel howing us how to strip.  He had us keep
on our panties and thongs and simulate the sexual acts.
"You want to abstain from sexual completion today," he said.  "We
need you to be very, very, horny tomorrow morning."
The rehearsal went smoothly and we were told to dress like kids
meeting after school.  He wanted us to remove parts of our
clothing in unison.  The music was called "Let's Have Fun" with a
very sexy beat. We stripped down to our underthings several times
before the afternoon was over.   We were taught how to tease
while we danced by lowering our briefs and panties to show little
glimpses of our love places before pulling our underthings back
up.   It was a lot of fun even to see the girls shaved pussies as
they showed them.  Peter appeared to hav a cock that was even
bigger than mine.  I had to admit I was a little nervous about it
all but consoled myself with the fact  that the congregation
would be happy just to see four naked pretty kids have sex.
We were waiting in the sacristy on Sunday while the near naked
congregants filed in with sexy music playing in the background. 
I knew my father was in attendance for the first time.  He would
get to watch his wife have sex with other people for the first
time which was nice.  I saw him in the crowd standing next to Ron
and I sensed that they were getting to be a thing.  Nice.
Avis and Sean were there for the first time as well.  
Father Mulcahey entered with his scantily dressed altar boys to
the strains of "Let's Have Fun."  He was wearing a red cassock
this week with a white sash as he climbed the pulpit and stood
waiting for the music to end.
"Let's have some fun tonight," the girl's chorus sang.  "Let's
switch wives tonight.  Let's fuck our children tonight.  Let's
all have fun."
"Let's take off our clothes tonight.  Let's get undressed
tonight.  Let's all be naked tonight.  Let's all have fun."
	"Good morning, Ladies and Gentlemen," he said when the music
finally ended.  "Let us Pray. Let us pray that all of here this
morning, followers as we are of the good god Eros, fulfill to the
fullest our most ardent sexual desires."
	"Amen." They responded.
	"May loving husbands and loving wives find sexual fulfillment in
loving other husbands and wives."
	"Amen."
	"May men and women seek pleasures with their own sex."
	"Amen."
	"May men and women seek sexual pleasures with their own children
and other children as well."
	"Amen."
	"May the smells and sights of sexual emissions bless our
hallowed halls.
	"Amen!"
	"And now, Ladies and Gentlemen, we are going to see a group
strip tease  performed by Peter Boyle, who is fifteen, Stephen
Haywood, who is thirteen, Caroline Reed, who is fourteen, and
Susan Dimitri, who is also fourteen."
     	The four of us made our entry in bare feet while holding
hands.   We each wore polo shirts and shorts.  As the music
resumed we began to move sensuously.  We turned our backs to the
audience and wiggled our rears.  We turned back to the audience
and simultaneously and slowly lifted our shirts up over our
heads.  The girls were not wearing bras so their tits were a
pleasant surprise. The crowd responded.
	"Let's do it on floors tonight.  Let's do it in beds tonight. 
Let's do it in chairs tonight.  Let's all have fun."
	The crowd got their first inclination that we were homosexual
when the girls hugged and rubbed their tits together as they
danced.  And Peter and I felt each other's tits.  Peter and I
kissed and so did the girls as the crowd cheered.
	All four of us took off our shorts together to reveal our sexy,
skimpy underpants.  We continued to dance and tease by lowering
our underpants to show just little glimpses of cocks and pussies
before pulling them back up.  Peter and I had matching black
thongs and the girls had matching white panties.
	"Let's eat some pussy tonight.  Let's suck some cock tonight. 
Let's play with titties tonight.  Let's all have fun.   
	We held each other as we danced.  We turned our backs to each
other as we danced.  The girls slid hands inside each other's
panties and felt all over front and back.  Peter and I grasped
each other's cloth covered cocks and rubbed them back and forth.
 Peter and I kissed and so did the girls.
	It was all very sensuous and finally the congregation began to
lower their underthings and to masturbate.  The altar boys
lowered their thongs and began to masturbate.  Father Mulcahey
unbuttoned the crotch area of his cassock and took out his
beautiful cock to masturbate.
	The four of us finally turned our backs to the crowd and
together lowered our underthings to the floor.  We danced
sensuously allowing the audience to masturbate to the sight of
our undulating asses.  They were masturbating to the sight of
boy's asses.  They were masturbating to the sight of young girl's
asses.  The masturbation was gaining momentum.  
	"Let's get on top of lovers tonight.  Let's get underneath
lovers tonight.  Let's get behind lovers tonight.  Let's all have
fun."
 It was show-time and we finally turned for them.  The crowd
continued to masturbate to the sight of four fully aroused
adolescent genitalia.  We boys were hard. The girls were wet. The
masturbation grew more intense.
	I lay on the altar next to Susan.  My legs were raised while
hers were spread.  As Caroline put her head between Susan's legs
Peter got on top of me.  The beautiful Peter entered me with a
gasp.
	"Let's all go down tonight.  Let's all fit together tonight.
Let's all cum together tonight.  Let's all have fun!" 
	Caroline moved around until the girls were in a sixty-nine while
Peter and I began to fuck. He was wonderful.  His prick slid in
and out so nicely. I lifted my pelvis to meet his thrusts and I
was in heaven. I was getting like Jimmy Welch.  I liked being
naked in front of people.  I liked having sex in public.  I liked
cumming in front of people and that's what I did, shooting semen
in every direction.  
	The semen was flying around in the  congregation as well. 
Panties and thongs were hanging on ankles as orgasms abounded. 
Father Mulcahey's cum came flying in our direction from atop the
pulpit.  Loud groans and agonized shrieks accompanied the
self-pleasuring.
	It was only the morning Mass and we had the whole day ahead of
us.  I wanted to fuck some more.
	 
THE CHURH OF EROS
By Tantra
CHAPTER SIXTEEN

	On Monday after school my mother and I drove over to Dorchester
to pick up Sean.  She had offered to take him to Victoria's
Secrets to buy his lingerie for Gay night and even pay for it
since his father, Avis, was a hard-working construction worker. 
Even if his father was out of work and unable to pay his tithe
there was no way anyone in the church would not want to make room
for these two sexy black guys.
	Sean was all smiles and excitement.  The idea of putting on
girl's panties was giving him thrills.  Along the way back to the
Cambridge Mall he never stopped chattering. 
	Wendy was a little embarrassed to see us because she hadn't
called.
	"I've been trying to get up the nerve," she confessed, "but the
idea of having sex with a minor was making me nervous."
	"That's okay, Wendy," my mother said.  "I understand.  "Sooner
or later you will decide it is something you want to do and,
believe me, you will never look back.  But in the meantime we are
going to need some lingerie for Stephen's little friend, Sean." 
	Wendy stared at the handsome fourteen- year old before asking,
"And you're gay too?"
 	Sean nodded with a sheepish smile and squirmed shyly.
	"Most of the black girls I've been with favor white underthings
because of the contrast with their skin color.  Pinks and blacks
seem to get lost. Do you find that to be true?"
	"Either that or shocking bright colors like red or yellow."
	"What would you like, Sean?" My mother asked.
	"White," Sean said.  He was so excited that he didn't want to
say much.
	"I'm going to be buying another outfit for Stephen, too," my
mother said.  "I don't want him entertaining his friends in the
same in the same things all the time."
	"Another corset?"
	"No, this time we'll want a bra and no garter belt.  Just bra
panties, stockings and shoes."
Sean got his white.  He chose  very tiny silk panties that ought
to be barely conceal his considerable back cock even when
flaccid.  He chose a white bra and white mess stockings.  We
found him a black page-boy wig that was cute as a button.  He
seemed altogether beside himself over the black shoes.  He really
had a thing about wearing heels.
"Could you so me a favor, Wendy?" My mother asked.  "I am a
little concerned that his cock may not fit inside the panties. 
Could you take him to the dressing room and check it out for
me?"
Wendy was only too happy to comply and when the two of them went
behind the curtain my mother whispered to me, "We'll be getting a
call from her now."
"Mom, what difference does it make.  We belong to a church with
so many people to have sex with that we really don't need to be
in the lookout for more."
"I think she's very cute and the idea of introducing her to
having sex with children appeals to me."
While Wendy and Sean were engaged for what was an inordinate
length of time Mom and I picked out some things for me.  I went
with electric blue panties easily as tiny as Sean's.  I found a
white, gauze, see-through bra that was really designed for
bed-time.  It had blue and yellow ribbons to tie it on the sides.
 We both agreed that it was very sexy.  We also found some white
mesh stockings to our liking.
Wendy and Sean finally emerged from the dressing room with faces
flushed.  Sean was smiling.  We were sure that at least some
touching had gone on.  I thought that it was good for Sean to
touch a girl since up to now his sex had been exclusively male.
"The panties are quite small but pretty and I am pretty sure that
he will be able to contain his..........his ............"
"Cock!" My mother offered.
"Yes, his cock.  When it is flaccid," she told us, "But when he
is aroused he will just have to a.........to a............stick
it out in some fashion. But the panties look very nice and Sean
really likes wearing them."
"I take it you haven't had a chance to see Sean's cock when it is
flaccid  yet."
"Uh, no," she said somewhat red-faced.
 Good for Sean, I thought.  He can go both ways.
"Rather than call," Wendy said when we were cashing out, "maybe
we could make a time right now."
"How about Thursday?"
"Thursday is one of two nights I have to work until nine."
"Well how about Thursday morning.  Sex in the morning is fun.  I
will keep both boys out of school."
"Both boys.  Sean will be there, too?"
"Of course.  He needs to see what it is like to be with a
woman."
"That gets me even more excited," she said, looking directly at
Sean.
"You're like me," mother said.  "You like that black cock."
"You know I really do but I never realized it  until today."
 
THE CHURCH OF EROS
By Tantra
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
We had to keep Sean's lingerie at our house because his mother
was not yet in on what was going on.  She had yet to be seduced.
So on Tuesday evening in preparation for Gay night Avis and Sean
stopped in for Sean to dress.
I was already dressed when they got there.  I had on my
see-through bra and blue panties and was prancing around in my
red high heels.  They both nearly swooned when they saw me.  
"He looks just like a girl," Sean panted excitedly.
"For tonight she is a girl.  She is expected to act just like a
girl, talk about the things that girls  talk about and put out
like a girl. The same will be expected of you, Sean.
"I'm really going to like doing this," Sean said.
We had Sean strip down to his briefs and sit on the stool.  My
mother started with the lipstick and as soon as it was applied we
could see the bulge in his briefs expand.
"I don't know what it is about you gay boys," my mother said,
"but as soon as we start with the cosmetics you get hard."
"He was so anxious to put on his panties," Avis said.  "He was so
unhappy about having to leave them here with you because his
mother is out of the loop."
"We have to do something about her," my mother said.  "We need to
find a way to seduce her.  Tell me what she is like sexually."
"Well it's a mixed bag.  She's sexy in some ways and not in
others.  She likes to be tied up and have her pussy eaten.  She
goes crazy over that.  But the odd thing is she doesn't like to
be penetrated all that much.  She does it out of a sense of duty
to me.  Have you ever heard of a girl that, instead of spreading
her legs when she fucks she closes them.  She clamps down on your
prick to keep to keep it from entering too deep.  I used to think
that it was because I was unusually endowed but then one day she
said to me, 'How would you like to have some guy stick a red hot
poker inside you?'  She didn't realize at the time that I had a
lot of guys sticking a red hot poker inside me and I was loving
it."    
"She's a Lesbian," my mother said.  "A lot of Lesbians can't
abide penetration.  But it tells us how we should go about
bringing her into the fold. You can leave it to me.  I will talk
her into attending bondage night with me and we will have a
convert for sure.  She will go out of her mind.  By the time
Mistress Sarah is through conditioning her she will welcome the
fact that you and Sean are having sex."
"Do you think so?"
"There's not a doubt in my mind.  Once you unlock the key to what
turns a woman on you own her.  And the fact that she likes being
bound up is our key."
Sean's cosmetics were complete.  There was no need to add
eyelashes there was only the process of blackening the ones he
had.  Mother fitted the wig exactly in place. He looked
beautiful.  We had him stand up to lower his briefs and put on
his satin panties.  His cock was raging and Mom had him stick his
cock out of the side as she did with me.  
"You can't constrain that big guy for hours on end," she told
him.  "When we get to church you stick it back in for short
bursts." 
His thinly padded bra came next followed by the stockings and
garters.  He didn't get a chance to practice with the shoes but
he slipped them on and stood back up.  All of his attributes were
enhanced by the heels especially that first class ass. 
	"I have never seen an ass that beautiful," my mother said.  "It
tells me you were born homosexual, Sean.  No one could have an
ass that beautiful and not be gay."
	It was so odd that everyone who saw Sean's ass came to the same
conclusion.  My mother next brought out the necklace with his
chosen girl's name on it that had been sent over by John.  
	"You are now officially Jasmine and whenever you wear this
necklace you will be a girl.  You will  be a girl with a
beautiful black cock, but a girl nonetheless."
	Out came the camera.  Her first picture was one of Jasmine and I
lowering our panties and holding each other's cocks.  Click.  We
took one kissing with our panties still lowered and our cocks
touching.  Click!  We sat side by side on the couch with our
panties in place and our legs crossed.  Click!  We stood with our
backs to the camera while looking over our shoulders with our
panties lowered.  Click!
	It was time for Avis to take two horny young teen-age girls in
lingerie to church.  It was time for two horny young girls to put
out.  Jasmine and I could hardly wait.  

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