Angel in Church
;by Ashley Hardric ©2005
;ahardric@gmail.com
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Disclaimers:
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This is a work of
fiction
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;That means it is
not true
. DidnÕt happen. ItÕs
;a figment. No boys were involved or harmed in the writing of this story
;and no trees were sacrificed. Author assumes
no responsibility for seminal damage
;to keyboards. Author does
not condone sex with boys
;
;he just writes fantasies about it. Further, sex in reality
;requires caution and protection, but my characters wonÕt catch any bad
;bugs unless I write them in. Be safe and legal in the real world,
;and
don't
;read the story
if
;it's illegal where you are, and the thought police will arrest you.
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;God sent me an angel in church
;today. He was one of the altar boys, and
;he was perfect. Maybe thirteen, maybe fourteen, pubescent and perfect.
;Fair skin adorned with just the faintest dusting of golden down, rosy
;cheeks, lustrous light brown hair... he was the embodiment of a
;boyloverÕs fantasy. And he was sitting next to me all through the
;service. With a prominent hardon for most of it.
AcolytesÕ rules were quite strict, ;and when the hands were not used ;to carry things, they were to be clasped together just below the ;breastbone. And since we sat facing the clergy, there was not a single ;moment when he could even attempt to adjust himself. Apparently heÕd ;worn boxers and baggies under his vestments, because after he erected ;the lap tent during the Epistle lesson, he stuck out nearly diagonal, ;maybe forty or forty-five degrees upward, standing or sitting. He was a ;good sized boy in that department, and his robe clearly hung ;differently from its usual drape.
;Four of us were crammed into a short ;bench designed for three, so ;even ;if IÕd wanted to give him some room, I could not have. As it was, his ;appearance and condition were what was keeping me awake during this ;boring service. I pressed my leg against his as much as I could.
;IÕm a seminarian this year, too old ;to serve as altar boy anymore, ;but too young to assist in the service. Mostly, I just vest, process in ;and out, and look decorative. The only challenge is staying awake, most ;days. I was wide awake this morning, though. Bet on that.
;After the recessional hymn and ;dismissal we headed downstairs to ;unvest. My angel was ahead of the choir, and I was behind, so he got a ;head start downstairs to the acolytesÕ vesting room. I knew exactly ;where he was going, though, and did not worry about losing track of ;him. The clergy changed in their own room next to the Sacristy, and the ;choir was across the hall. We altar boys got the old leftover closets ;in the basement, which suited us fine. The clergy never came down--they ;had an intercom to summon us--and the choir never thought to bother us ;either. Behind our vesting room was an old utility room; I guess it had ;been a boiler room before the new climate control system had been put ;in. It was the special place of us boys. When someone managed to swipe ;a bottle of communion wine, we hid it here. When we needed to hide from ;an angry priest, we came here. When someone needed relief following a ;session with a thoughtless priest, he came here. Some of the priests ;were really good about helping us boys get off after they used us for ;sex, but some just didnÕt care, or worse, like Father McNally who got ;off on abusing his boys. So if you got one of those, you probably ;needed some sexual relief, as well as some cleaning up, and maybe some ;first aid. We used the utility room for all that. It was well ;understood that while privacy was not expected in the room, mutual ;understanding and support was.
; So when I walked in on my angel to
;find him with his cassock
;opened, his pants down to his thighs, and his stiff dick in his hand,
;he was neither surprised nor disturbed.
;ÒYou go to hell for cumstains on the cassock, Angelo,Ó I told him as I
;slipped that garment off his shoulders, and placed it over the back of
;an old folding chair. ÒAnd your mom will kill you if you ruin your
;church shirt.Ó I turned him to face me and unbuttoned his white oxford
;shirt, slipping that off his smooth shoulders as well and running my
;hands down his immature chest and tummy to his crotch. His hardon stuck
;out as it
;had all through church, a bit narrow yet, but long and straight and
;perfect. No more than a half inch band of very soft light brown hairs
;surrounded the base of his uncut cock. I stroked him gently, and then
;pulled his foreskin back, fully revealing his shiny pink glans and the
;oozing precum that appeared at its tip. I had two goals: to suck him
;off, and to fuck his tight ass. After rubbing the precum around the
;sensitive head a bit, I sank to my knees in front of him. As I sucked
;his adolescent meat into my mouth, I got my middle finger good and wet
;as well, traced my way under his balls to his asshole, and inserted it
;rather quickly. Although somewhat tight, he was clearly not a virgin
;anymore, which given his age, beauty, and time as an acolyte would have
;been exceedingly unusual. I pushed in until I found the prostrate bump,
;and gave it a press. As if my oral ministrations on his supercharged
;dick were not sending him to a sexual high, my inner massage just about
;sent him through the ceiling. With astonishing, sudden strength, he
;clasped my head in his hands and thrust hard into my face, his whole
;body momentarily as hard as his dick, his rectum clamped viselike on my
;finger. He began wildly fucking my face as if his body were no longer
;under his conscious control. He held my head so firmly that I abandoned
;all attempts at directing or prolonging the blowjob and gave in to his
;instinctive sexual frenzy. All I could do was cling to his ass and leg
;and hold on until his overloaded cock virtually exploded his teenage
;cum into my mouth. Even I, who have sucked more than a few cocks, from
;pre-teen to adult, was surprised at the quantity and force of his
;ejaculation. His cum was much thicker than the normal young teen, and
;he pumped more in than I could either accommodate or swallow. When he
;began to relax, I let him out of my mouth, slipped my finger out of his
;ass, and stood up to kiss him. We shared the taste of his orgasm for a
;minute or two, and then it was time for part two. I shed my pants and
;shrugged off my shirt.
Among the things we always have on
;hand in our little hideout was a
;good assortment of condoms. Anal sex in the church was no more safe
;than anywhere else, unfortunately, and we made sure we were protected
;physically. I took one and began rolling it on my own solid erection.
;Returning to some kind of equilibrium after the intensity of his
;orgasm, he realized what I was doing and added his fingers to mine,
;rolling the latex downward and smoothing it nicely over my own bumps
;and ridges. To my surprise, he again took charge of the situation, and
;with me held firmly in one hand, pulled me toward the old sofa weÕd
;salvaged from the thrift shop. He lay backward spreading his legs, and
;pulling me on top of him. As we settled into place, he raised his knees
;until his legs met my shoulders, and his ass was in line with my dick.
;I could feel some cum still dribbling from my chin, and I transferred
;some of the goo from me to him, slicking his hole to increase the lube
;from the condom. He moaned a bit, not in pain apparently, but in
;repeated pleasure, since his virile young cock was once again hard. I
;replaced finger with cockhead and entered him in one smooth push that
;brought forth a major grunt of inarticulate pleasure--and IÕm not sure
;which one of us it came from. He was tight but experienced, and I
;fucked him with long, firm strokes, one hand on his body, the other on
;his hard dick. Barely a month past teenage years myself, I was nearly
;as quick as he was, and after only about a dozen thrusts I shot my load
;deep within him, and as I finished I felt him pulse in my hand with a
;second orgasm every bit as strong and intense as his first one had been
;in my mouth. He spread his legs further and allowed me to sink to his
;chest, my softening dick still deep within him. We lay in a cummy
;embrace for some minutes, joined and satisfied and silent. Voices from
;the next room announced the arrival of the boys for the next service,
;and we realized we should get up. Before we could act on that idea,
;though, two younger boys no older than ten came through the door,
;clearly in need of attention.
;Both Teddy and Mikey were sniffling, trying to stifle sobs, and their
;clothes had the look of recent rough handling. Shirttails were partly
;out, buttons missed, and various wet spots promised future stains to
;puzzle their mothers. I got up from Angelo and we both sat up, opening
;our arms to the two little boys in an unspoken invitation of comfort.
;They needed no urging, and immediately climbed into our laps and our
;protective embraces. We hugged and held them for a bit, and then I
;suggested they tell us what had happened.
;
Teddy began, ÒWeÕd just finished ;Mass with Fr. McNally in the side ;chapel. But before we could come down here, he told us to come with ;him. He took us to this little room next to his office, and then... and ;and then...Ó His narrative dissolved into new sobs and he buried his ;face against my shoulder.
; Mikey picked up the story. ÒAnd then
;he told us to take our
;cassocks off and our pants too. We didnÕt know what to do, so we just
;stood there. Then he got mad and smacked Teddy upside his head, hard,
;and I got scared, so I took off my cassock and tried to help Teddy
;because he was crying too hard to do it himself. Then Fr. hits me too
;and he grabs me by my pants and pulls them right down to my feet and
;then my undies too and he pulls my shirt off over my head and he says
;to me, he says ÒGet your friendÕs clothes off quick, before I count to
;five.Ó And then he starts counting pretty quick, so I pull TeddyÕs
;pants down and get his shirt off too, just as Fr. reaches five. But he
;says IÕm too slow, so he grabs me again and bends me over and spanks me
;really hard. And then he spanks Teddy the same way because he says itÕs
;his fault I was too slow. And th... and.. and then...Ó And a fresh
;spasm of sobbing stopped his story.
;
Teddy was calmed down enough to ;continue the story. ÒSo he says to ;us, he says ÔGet down on your hands and knees, right next to each ;other.Ó So we do. I think heÕs going to spank us again, but this time ;he kind of rubs our butts for awhile, and it feels kinda good. But then ;he puts something on my asshole thatÕs kinda cold, and he rubs that ;around, and then all of a sudden he pushes something really big into it ;and it hurts and IÕm crying and all. Then he pulls it out and I think ;heÕs done, but he pushes it back in again, and then again and again. ;And finally he takes it out of me and pushes it into Mikey. I turn ;around to see what heÕs doing and the thing heÕs pushing into our asses ;is his dick! ItÕs like all stiff and hard and itÕs really huge, and he ;pushes it into Mikey again and again, and MikeyÕs crying too, and then ;he pulls it out and he tells us to turn around. So we do, and then he ;says to us, he says, ÔSuck it, you little faggots.Ó IÕm like, ÒYou mean ;suck it with our mouths?Ó And he doesnÕt say anything, but he smacks me ;again, and then he grabs my hair and pulls really hard, and then he ;sticks his dick right into my mouth!Ó
;ÒYeah,Ó Mikey added. ÒAnd then he ;smacks me again, and he says to ;me, he says, ÔYou lick my balls, fuckface.Õ I never heard a priest say ;fuck before, but I didnÕt want him to hit me again, so I licked his ;balls. And heÕs like moving his hips all around and kind of moaning, ;and pushing in and out of TeddyÕs mouth, and then all of a sudden his ;dick starts squirting this funny white stuff, and some of it goes in ;TeddyÕs mouth and some squirts onto my face and itÕs all over the ;place.Ó
;ÒYeah,Ó Teddy said. ÒItÕs all over ;the place. And then he tells us ;to lick his dick clean, and weÕre too scared not to, so we do, and then ;he tells us to get our stuff on and move our faggoty asses out of his ;sight. So we pull up our pants and get our shirts on as fast as we can, ;and we come down here.Ó
;Angelo was stroking MikeyÕs soft ;blonde hair, comforting and ;calming him, and I noticed that he was getting hard again. ÒWas that ;the first time anything like that happened to you?Ó he asked. Mikey ;shook his head.
;ÒOne time last month Fr. Fortunato ;made me sit on his lap while he ;explained what I was supposed to do during Mass, and while I was on his ;lap he put his hand inside my pants and played with my dick.Ó
;ÒDid your dick get hard when he did ;that?Ó Angelo asked. Mikey ;nodded, and my angelÕs dick grew even more erect.
;ÒFr. Cummings did that to me, too,Ó ;Teddy added. And without ;prompting by me he added that his dick also had gotten hard. Mine was ;already approaching that condition again as well.
;ÒDo you know know what blowjobs ;are?Ó I asked them. Mikey thought ;he knew; Teddy had no idea. It seemed to be time to extend their ;education. ÒBlowjobs are one of the nicest things guys can do for each ;other,Ó I told them. ÒAnd weÕre going to show you how nice they are.Ó ;As I said that, Angelo and I exchanged looks, and both began gently ;undressing our respective boys. Unlike our abusive Fr. McNally, our ;touch was gentle and reassuring, our words comforting and tender. For ;the second time in an hour, the two boys had their shirts removed, ;revealing the perfect skin of pre-adolescence. I ran my hand down ;TeddyÕs smooth chest, across the small nipples, which despite their ;immaturity became immediately firm. I found his waistband and opened ;it, and unzipped his fly. I slipped my hand down onto his white cotton ;briefs and to my surprise discovered a thoroughly rigid stiffy beneath. ;With both hands, I pushed both inner and outer pants downward, and ;Teddy pushed himself up a bit to help with the task. Together we got ;the garments down to his ankles. A glance toward my angel revealed ;similar progress, not to mention a similar stiffy. It was time for the ;lesson to move ahead.
; ÒBlowjobs are really nice,Ó I
;repeated, ÒAnd weÕre going to show
;you why theyÕre nice.Ó Shifting the positions of our lap sitters a bit,
;we bent down and took their slender rods in our mouths, licking their
;prepubescent cocks with our hot tongues. Both boys clearly liked our
;ministrations, writhing and moaning in more pleasure than they could
;contain. As we sucked, our hands added stimulations as well, roaming
;over the small bodies. And suddenly, TeddyÕs body shook with a
;tremendous spasm, and his little dick pulsed quickly several times, and
;with a great sigh he relaxed. I let his still stiff dick slip from my
;lips, and innocently asked him, ÒDid you like that?Ó
;
ÒWow, that was... wow,Ó was all he ;could manage to say. I sat up ;and pulled him back into a hug. He snuggled against me, and we turned ;our attention to Mikey who even as we looked, seemed to be having a ;similar experience of his own. As if controlled by a marionetteÕs ;strings his limbs jerked in uncontrolled movements, his hips thrust ;against AngeloÕs mouth, and we could see the pulses from the back of ;his cock as he had his own orgasm.
;ÒNow when you get to be priests,Ó ;Angelo told them, ÒthatÕs how you ;should treat your altar boys.Ó
; ÒAmen!Ó said Mikey and Teddy in
;perfect altar boy unison.
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The End
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