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Date: Fri, 24 Apr 1998 20:07:10 EDT
From: WearBoxrs <WearBoxrs@aol.com>
Subject: Altar Boy

I was about 14 years old, going to a private boarding school, not too far
from home.  It was a great school, and I had a lot of friends.  Although my
parents wanted me there, in order to "motivate" me, I was told that I had
to live up to two standards: keep my grades up, and go to the local church
every Sunday.

The grades weren't a problem.  I managed to keep a pretty tough schedule,
and score high grades, while playing three varsity sports and keeping a
social life!  Now the church thing was a little harder.  Not only did I
have to get up early on Sundays, but I also had to go off campus to attend
mass.  In order to ensure my attendance, however, I became an "altar boy."
As a bonus, it thrilled my parents!

I wasn't really that religious, to be honest, but I believed in what I was
learning and doing.  Not that I was the "best" of kids!  Sure, I drank,
swore like a truck driver, even had sex with one of my former girlfriends,
and committed various others sordid sins.  The biggest issue, however, was
the attraction I sometimes had to guys.  Certainly, that was forbidden
territory!  However, outside of scoping out the other guys in the shower, I
never acted on it.

But, the church seemed pretty cool, and I had become friends with the
priest who usually gave the mass I served, Brother Kevin.  He was still
pretty new, at about 27, but really got the congregation excited during his
masses - in fact, he kind of excited me, too....

Now, when I served mass, I usually wore only underwear under the robes,
which were very thick and heavy.  Actually, this had been Brother Kevin's
suggestion, since he too, only wore underwear under his robes, as well.  We
changed in the same room together before and after mass, and admittedly,
Kevin was attractive, to say the least.  His deep brown eyes, and bright
white teeth which could be seen all the time when he smiled- which was
pretty often, accented a really handsome, masculine face.  However, when he
was changing, I was treated to a broad, muscular chest, with a coating of
dark hair stretched over his pecs, and down across his stomach,
disappearing at the elastic waist of his underpants.  His strong, hair
coverd arms and large biceps were attached by powerful shoulders.  And his
legs, thick wish muscles and covered in the same hair as on the rest of his
incredible body were also a sight!  There was only one area that was a
mystery that I would think about over and over again.

It was that thought that started to get me kind of hard during one mass in
particular, that for some reason, I wasn't really listening to.  I was
pretty thankful that the robes I was wearing were heavy enough to mask my
hardening cock as I walked with the recessional, and then back to the room
where we changed.  The problem was, it wasn't "going down;" in fact, it
kept getting harder and harder as I thought more about changing in front of
Brother Kevin.

We chatted for a while as he pulled out his "street clothes" and took off
his robes.  Seeing him standing there nearly naked definately didn't help.
I just kept on standing there, fully "robed," waiting for an idea to come
to me when he finally noticed that I wasn't getting changed.

"So, Bran, are you going to get changed, or just wear those robes to your
lacrosse practice this afternoon?" he asked.

"Oh, no," I answered, "I was just listening to you."

"Well, okay, then," he shot back, "lets go then!"

Oh man, I thought to myslef... now what??  Slowly, I untied the ropes from
around my waste, and kicked off the sneakers I usually wore.  I knew that I
was still hard as steel, and I knew that my 5" would make a pretty obvious
tent in my boxers.  Slowly, I lifted the robes over my head, turning around
to conceal my "secret" from Brother Kevin.  The thing is, he just kept
standing there, watching me.

"Hey, cool boxers, man!" he complemented me.

"Uhm, thanks," I replied.

Suddenly, he came around to face me and check out more of my boxers.  It
took me by enough of a surprise so that I didn't have time to react!

"Wow, hey, whats going on down there?" he asked, his eyes moving from my
tent pole to my eyes.

"Uhm, heheh, uh, I don't know," was all I could think of.  I could feel the
blood rush into my face in embarassment.

He just kind of smiled at me.  "Come on, sure you do, Bran.  It's okay, it
happens to all guys- even me."

Still, I said nothing.  I had no idea what to say!

"Really, its okay.  All guys get hard sometimes.  And believe it or not,
all guys touch it too, to kind of relieve it.  I'm sure you've done that
before, haven't you, Brandon?" he asked.

"Well, uh, yeah, I guess so," I answered.

"See, then. Its okay. Theres nothing wrong with it.  In fact, sometimes
guys sort of do it to each other, to help each other out.  Did you ever try
that?" he asked me.

"Uhm, no.  No, I never did that before," I answered him.  What I didn't
tell him was that I had thought about it, though.

He just smiled, coming a little closer to me, and reached his hand out,
gently taking hold of my dick.  I didn't move.  Part of me was too scared
to react, part of me was too shocked, and still part of me, well, thought
it felt pretty good.

"Come over here, with me," he whispered, taking hold of my arm, and leading
me to the other side of the room.  He sat in a large velvet chair, and
turned me toward him.  With his strong, veiny hands, he pulled at the
waistband of my boxers, and slowly lowered them to my ankles and pulled
them off.  I offered no resistance, but instead, felt kinda wierd, kinda
turned on.

"Wow, Bran, your a great looking guy, you know that?" he asked.  Actually,
honestly, I knew that I was pretty good looking- voted that honor by my own
class.  And as far as my body, I had been working out since I was 12 and
started puberty.  I wasn't even nearly as built as Brother Kevin was, but I
was doing alright for 14 (almost 15).  My body was pretty smooth, with hair
starting to grow under my arms, and on my balls, with a thick but small
patch of pubic hair around my 5" cock.

Not waiting for me to answer, he reached out again, and firmly but gently,
grasped my cock and started to pump it, slowly, up and down.  The whole
scene kind of made me a little dizzy, and it wasn't long before I was
shooting a load all over the place, and actually, all over Brother Kevin,
his hand, his arm, his chest.....

We talked for a little while after, as I got dressed, and although it
definately felt odd, it didn't feel wrong.

Two weeks later, I served mass with Brother Kevin again.  As we changed
into our robes, we talked, pretty easily about what was happening with me
in school, and some of the things he had been doing.  We were almost ready
to go, when he asked me, "So, what did you think of what we did a few weeks
back?  We're you alright with that?"

"Uh, yeah, sure. It was kind of cool," I answered- honestly.  Infact, I had
thought about it alot, and even though I wasn't sure it was "right," it had
definately been one of the most erotic experiences I'd ever had.

Mass actually went by pretty quickly, and before I knew it, we were back in
the room again, changing, with Brother Kevin, again, standing there almost
naked before me.

He walked over to the chair and sat down.  "Come on over, Bran," he
offered.

Slowly, I walked over to him.  As before, he reached out, and pulled down
my boxers, then sat back and just looked....

"Turn around, Bran, and sit back," he told me, as he turned me around, and
pulled me back.  "Its okay, relax, just sit back."

I wasn't really sure what we was doing, but I went with it, sitting back on
him.  I felt his hard, hairy chest and stomach against my back, and his own
seemingly big cock throught his underwear, on my butt.

He put his left arm around my chest, and with his right, reached down, and
squeezed my balls and cock.  He was, all at once, massaging my chest,
stomach, balls and cock- and it felt so good!  I was getting all these
great feelings from the front, and the back, as I felt his hips and cock
rubbing against my butt and back.

His left hand moved south from my chest and stomach to my balls, as his
right still stroked my hard cock.  My breathing picked up, and my body
started moving, without my thinking.  I began to thrust in and out of his
hand, and I layed on his heaving chest.  I heard him start to moan, and
jerk his hips, and before I knew it, I was shooting my hot thick load all
over my chest and stomach.  We just sat/layed there for a while.

"Wow, Bran. That was pretty incredible, wasn't it?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said, "that was kinda awesome," I answered him, getting up.  I
turned around, and noticed that he shot his own load in his underwear.
"Well, uhm, thanks," I said, after getting dressed.  "I'll see you next
week?"

"Absolutely, Bran!" he offered, still sitting there in his cumstained
underwear.

It was strange.  I thought about what I had been doing with Brother Kevin
all the time, especially when I went to bed.  But, I also found that I had
been looking less and less at the other guys.

The week went by pretty quickly, and pretty soon, I found myself in the
middle of Brother Kevin's mass again, wondering what was going to happen
afterward.  Still, what I kept wondering about, including during the mass
as I looked at him, was what could be found under the confines of the white
boxer briefs he wore.

Changing after mass, I kept looking over to Brother Kevin as we talked; not
at his eyes, but toward his crotch.

"So, Bran, you've been wondering about that, huh?" he asked, breaking my
gaze.  With that, he hooked his fingers into the waistband, and tugged down
and off his shorts, revealing a hardening cock, surrounded by a thick patch
of hair and two pretty good sized balls hanging beneath.  "Come on over
here," he beckoned, "its okay."

I walked over to where he was standing, taking off my own boxers in the
process.  "Sit down here on the floor with me," he told me.

We sat down on the carpet, facing each other, with our legs around each
others waist.  "Here, give me your hand," he said reaching for my arm.  He
took my left hand, and put it underneath his heavy balls, and put my right
around his hard cock.  It wasn't that big or thick, but perfectly straight,
and actually, awesomely perfect!

"Go ahead, pump it like you do your own," said.

Without hesitating, I pumped his hard tool just like I jerked myself off,
as he shut his eyes and moaned, leaning back.  It was incredible to feel
another guys cock and balls like this, and I grew rock hard myslef, just
touching him.  After pumping his rod for a few minutes, Brother Kevin
leaned back up, and reached for my own, as we jerked each other off.  It
didn't take too long before I felt the fluid in my balls start to boil, and
flow up to the head of my cock, before I exploded in an intense orgasm,
shooting my cum up into the air and all over both of us!

I guess that was enough to send Brother Kevin over the edge, because he
started to moan and breath deeply before I felt his cock get even bigger as
he shot a huge load all over me, covering my chest, stomach, and my own
cock.  We sat there a minute catching our breath, as his hot liquid melted
and ran into the patch of my pubic hair.

After a little while of talking about how cool it was, and all, Brother
Kevin got up, retrieved a towel, and cleaned both of us up, gently rubbing
the fluffy towel over my body.

"So, next week will be your last week, until the fall, huh?" Brother Kevin
asked me.

"Yeah, this will be it for the summer," I told him.

"Well, we'll have to make it last you till next year then!" he said.  I
couldn't wait to find out what he meant!

I thought the week would go by quickly, but with final exams, and packing
up my room, it really went by kind of slowly.  I kept busy enough so that I
really didn't think about the following Sunday so much.  However, it
certainly didn't mean I wasn't looking forward to it!

When Sunday finally came, and I found myself taking the robes off, I
instinctively tugged my boxers off, too.  Oddly, I wasn't sure if it was
done out of habit or anticipation.  But still, the sight of Brother Kevin
standing there naked, with such a great looking masculine body, was enough
to get the blood flowing to my cock.

"Well, I guess this is going to be it for a few months, huh?" Brother Kevin
asked.  "Do you think you'll be back to serve next year?" he asked.

"Yeah, Brother Kevin, definately.  Actually, its pretty funny, but I don't
think my parents would have it any other way," I chuckled.

"Great!" he said, "then, let me give you something to think about over the
summer."  He walked over to me, and got down on his knees, like he was
going to propose or something!  He reached out, and grabbed the base of my
hard cock with his left hand, but instead of jerking me off, he actually,
started licking it!!

Like a great big lolly pop he licked, up one side of my shaft, and down the
other.  He gave my dick quite a bath before rising up a little, then
putting the whole thing in his mouth!  He sucked right down to the base,
where his hand was.  I couldn't believe it!  It was the most incredible
feeling I'd ever had!

He sucked like a vacuum hose, up and down my dick, leaving it wet and hot.
Instinctively, I put my hands on his head, running my fingers through his
hair, as he bobbed up and down on me.  After a few minutes, he started
grunting, the vibrations traveling down my shaft, all the way into my
balls, when I felt a hot, thick liquid hitting my legs.  His right hand
then came up, and enveloped my balls, massaging them and stretching them
lightly.  I started to breath heavier, like I usually do when I'm going to
cum, and he responded by tugging on my balls a little harder.  It seemed to
drag out the eventual orgasm until I thought I'd go crazy.  Finally, I hit
the point of no return, digging my fingers into his shoulders, thrusting my
cock in and out of his mouth, and having the most intense orgasm of my
life, shooting load after load into his hot wet mouth while he kept on
sucking.

He didn't back off even though I was cumming, swallowing my load, and
sliding my cockhead over his tongue- nearly sending me through the roof
with each pass, until my knees buckled and I hit the floor!  He took my
cock out of his mouth, and looked at me, smiling.

"So, do you think that'll give you enough to think about over the summer?"
asked Brother Kevin.

"Oh, man, oh wow, yeah," I told him.  "That was totally incredible!"


My parents came to pick me up later that day, and moved me back home for
the summer.  I went to camp, traveled with my parents and sister, and
before I knew it, was packing back up for school again!



I returned to school after a summer of relaxation and fun.  Most of the
time was spent at sports camp with many of my friends from the previous
summer.  It was a lot of work, but a lot of fun, which made it alright.
The guys at camp- both campers and counselors alike, were great to be
around, and great to look at!  Although the opportunity never came up, so
to speak, I probably would have jumped at the chance to fool around with a
few of them.

But, it was great getting back to school, to my regular friends, and to my
regular schedule of scholastics, sports, screwing around, oh, yeah, and
church!  I had thought about my new friend, Brother Kevin, and what we had
done the previous spring.  I wondered if we should have been doing those
kinds of things with each other.  I mean, it probably wasn't right to be
doing them in the first place, but with a priest??  However, I frankly
didn't dwell on those thoughts as much as the memories of what we had been
doing and how great it felt....

After about two weeks of settling in, I finally was able to call the
church.  Brother Kevin wasn't there at the time, but the secretary
remembered me, and assured me that I would be more than welcome to come
back and serve mass.

That Sunday I got up early, showered, changed and got to the church just in
time to see Brother Kevin walking in.

"Brandon!" he exclaimed, "welcome back- its great to see you!"

"Hey, Brother Kevin," I said, smiling from ear to ear, "thanks; its great
to be back!"

"They told me you would be serving with me again- I can't tell you how
happy I was," he told me.

"Yeah, same here.  I was really looking forward to it," I said.

We chatted for a while while we walked into the church, and changed for
mass.  I was actually checking Brother Kevin out while he was changing,
noticing how much I missed seeing and feeling that awesome body of his.

"Gee, Bran," he said, breaking my gaze, "I can see you worked out some over
the summer.  You look great!"

"Uhm, thanks," I said, turning a little red, "you do too!"

"Well, thanks.  We can get back to that later.  For now, lets get out there
and meet the people," he told me.

He was every great an orator as I remembered, both interesting and
inspirational, not only to me, but to the entire congregation.  It was a
beautiful day, warm and sunny, which seemed to encourage people to mill
around outside, wanting to talk to Brother Kevin.  It was great to see, but
I was actually getting a little impatient too!  Finally, the crowd seemed
to break and head to the parking lot.

"Wow, I thought they'd never leave," I said as we walked back into the room
where we changed.

"Well, Bran, we can't lose sight of why we're here, you know," he laughed,
"but now, you have my undivided attention."

I could feel the excitement building as we shed first our robes, then out
underwear.  Excitement in more ways than one.

"You really have filled out some, this summer.  And I thought you couldn't
look any better than you did last spring!" Brother Kevin told me.

"Uhm, thanks!" I said, "I guess I did put on some more muscle."

"Yes, and right now, I think I'll take up where we left off, and have a
taste of my favorite of your muscles," he said, dropping to his knees.

Gripping my butt with both hands, he pulled me into him, swallowing my cock
with one movement!  I couldn't believe how great this felt, as he
powerfully sucked on my tool, all the way down to the base, back up to the
tip, then back down again.  I felt like I was in ectasy when he suddenly
pulled off me, leaning back, revealing his own hard, throbbing dick.

"So, Bran, whaddaya think?" he asked me, "do you want to try it?"

"Uhm sure, okay, I guess," I responded, not really sure what to do.

Brother Kevin got up, walked over, and sat down in the big velvet chair.
"Come on over here, and get on your knees- that'll make it easier," he told
me.

I did as he said, and looked down at his hot, hard 6" cock.  He put his
hands gently on my head, and guided me down.  I opened my mouth and took
his pulsating cockhead in.  I tasted his salty, smooth precum as I sucked
at the tip of his cock.  Slowly, with his guiding hands on th eback of my
neck, I continued to suck down his tool, little by little until my nose was
in his pubic bush.

I couldn't believe I had not only a cock in my mouth, but the whole thing!
I really didn't know what I was supposed to do, but figured that so long as
I kept it wet and hot, and kept the up and down motion going, that I was
alright.  It must have been working, because Brother Kevin leaned back,
grunting and moaning my name over and over again.  Finally, when I felt his
cock get even bigger, he pushed my mouth off him just in time for his load
to shoot out all over my chest.

Without skipping a beat, he grabbed my shoulders, and pushing me back onto
the carpet, leaned over me, and with his tongue, licked his way down from
my neck to my own cock, licking his cum off me in the process.  By the time
he reached my dick, I already felt the cum boil up through me.  No sooner
did he swallow my dick, than he was swallowing my cum as it shot down his
throat.

Still kind of in shock, and kind of excited that I blew my first cock, I
just layed there while Brother Kevin got dressed.

"You know, while I wouldn't mind seeing you lay there naked all day, it
might be a good idea if you got dressed- I'm sure I won't be the only one
to be using this room today!" he said.

"Oh, yeah," I said, still smiling from the whole experience.

The week that passed was pretty grueling.  We really got into hard-core
practice for soccer, which was frankly exhausting!  That, combined with the
start of classes made me pretty damn tired by the time the weekend came!
Not to mention that I had a Sunday afternoon soccer game.  But still, I
made it to mass.

Sensing my tired state, and my urgency to get off to the game, Brother
Kevin suggested that we cut our "private session" a little short.

"Hey, why don't I just give you something for good luck for the game," he
suggested, pulling me over to him in the chair.  My cock must have been
pretty tired too, because I wasn't getting hard as quickly as I had been
able to before!  However, as soon as he took it in his hand, and started
massaging it, it definately didn't take long to remedy the situation.  Soon
as I was back to my usual rock-hard state, Brother Kevin went to it again,
blowing my cock, while playing with my balls.

Once again, I was drawn into the world of sexual ecstasy, my eyes rolling
to the back of my head, my head falling backward, resting on my shoulders.
It was amazing, and felt as if he was sucking every inch of my body all at
once.  I felt his right hand reach around to my butt, feeling around, and
actually, feeling around my hole.  Suddenly, I felt him pushing a wet
finger into me.  It was kinda startling, but I let him go anyway.

He reached around with his left arm, and pulled me tighter, which allowed
him to push his finger deeper into me until I think it couldn't go any
deeper.  He let it stay in there for a few seconds, before he started
wiggling it around.  I didn't know what he hit inside me, but when he hit
something- whatever it was- it nearly made my head explode.

"OH, MAN!" I shouted, glad that we were alone in the building.  It seemed
to turn him on even more, as he kept pushing and touching that part inside
of me and sucking on me even more furiously.

Within a few minutes, my whole body was shaking, as I was once again,
spurting loads of cum out of my engorged cock.  The orgasm seemed to last
forever, as he kept sucking and poking all at once.

"Wow, thanks!" I exclaimed when I had finally been drained.  "That was
totally incredible!"

"I thought you might like that!" he said.  "Now, you better get moving, or
you'll be late for your game!"

Game hell, I thought.  Who cares about the game??  Still, I got dressed,
and made it just in time.  I actually played quite well, in spite of the
fact that I couldn't get that awesome experience out of my head.

The next week when I showed up, however, Brother Kevin seemed different.
Kind of distant, or at least a little angry about something.  He didn't say
much before mass while we were getting ready, but seemed his normal self
during the service.  But then, after the mass, reverted back again.

"Brandon, is there something you forgot to tell me about last summer?" he
asked.

What could he have been talking about, I wondered.  Last summer.  I hadn't
done anything that monumental, and even if I had, nothing that he could
have or would have found out about without my telling him anyway.

"Uhm, I guess I don't know," I stammered.

"Well, its been brought to my attention that you had a birthday last
August," he said.  "I would have thought thats something you would have
mentioned.  Now, if I give you a birthday gift, it will be late," he
continued, now smiling.

"Oh, uh, that. Yeah, I guess I did.  I suppose I just forgot to mention it,
thats all," I explained.

"Tell me something, did you like what we did last week?" he asked.

"Yeah, I did- it was awesome!" I told him.

"Good.  Get undressed, and come over here.  I have something new to try
that I think you'll like." he told me.

I quickly got undressed, and went over to the chair where he was sitting.
Once again, he swallowed my cock, sending shockwaves through my body.  He
was actually doing something else with his hands, but I couldn't really
see- nor did I care!  I felt him reach around again, with his right hand,
searching out my hole with his finger.  But instead of wet, it felt kind of
cool and slimy.

I really didn't care though- it felt SO good when he finally found his mark
and wiggled a finger into me.  But it didn't stop there.  As he continued
to blow my cock like a champion, he actually wiggled a second finger into
me.  It didn't hurt, but it kind of made me feel "full," I guess.  Still,
it felt good, and after a while, I really didn't notice it anymore.

After a few minutes, he pulled off (and out) of me, and stood up.  He
walked beside me, and sat down.  He produced a little packet from his left
hand, tore it open, and rolled a condom onto my dick, which he then covered
in the same jelly that he had on his fingers.

"Just lay back, Bran," he told me, which I did.

He crawled over me, and took hold of my slick cock.  Slowly, he sat down on
it, as inch after inch of me disappeared into his hot, tight hole.  He kept
going until he was sitting on my pelvis, my entire cock in him.  He let out
a dep moan, as he balanced himself with his hands on my pecs.  Lifting
himself up, then sinking down again, he started to ride my pole.
Instinctively, I reached out, and firmly but slowly, jacked him off, as he
moaned even louder.

The heat of the day and the heat of the sex started to bring us both to a
sweat, as beads of water dripped off his muscular chest onto me, pooling
with my own in the creases of my chest and stomach.  Over and over again he
pounded onto me, as my cock was sliding in and out of what felt like a hot
vice-grip.  As if almost on cue, we both came at once, my filling the
rubber in his ass, and he firing volley after volley of hot, thick cum into
the air, landing all over me.

He collapsed on top of me, sandwiching between our heaving chests, his cum
mixed with our sweat, whispering in my ear "oh, Brandon, oh, wow,
Brandon..."

At last, catching his breath, he got up, looked down at me, smiling as he
cleaned me up, "Happy Birthday, Bran."

Brother Kevin was away for the next two weeks, but I attended church
anyway, of course.  The weeks were busy for me at school, but my free
moments were thinking of Brother Kevin, and what I considered was my first
real sex with a man.  I already had sex with women, of course, but the
comparison was almost nonexistant.  I mean, it was just totally different-
more powerful, tighter, wilder- with a man.

By the time he had come back, I must have jerked off every day.  "Wow, I'm
glad your back," I said, excitedly, when we were walking into the "back
room" together.

Brother Kevin laughed, "Yes, I'm glad I'm back, too.  I've been looking
forward to seeing you, again."

I could hardly wait to get out of my robe, almost running to Brother Kevin
when we both finished undressing.  I just stood there, in his arms, feeling
the powerful muscles in his chest and shoulders.  I started to kiss at his
neck, and down his chest to his hard pecs, taking his nipples into my
mouth, rolling them between my teeth as he moaned in approval.  Moving
downward, I soaked the hair on his chest, and stomach leaving a pool of my
saliva in his belly button, as I moved down to suck on his hardening cock.

Bobbing it in and out of my mouth, I sucked on it with everything I was
worth.  Playing with his balls with my right hand, and pumping his cock in
and out of my mouth with my left, I was doing everything I could think of.
I was going at him for a while, while he played with my hair, until
finally, he reached down under my arms, and pulled me up.

"Come over here," he told me, leading me over to the velvet chair, bending
me over the seat, on my knees.  He got behind me, started jerking me off
with his left hand, and working on my butt with his right.  He put some
more of that jelly stuff on his fingers and slid two of them up into me
like last time, without much effort.  It felt awesome, getting action at
both ends, which my grunts pretty much relayed.  His fingers felt great up
there, but then he stopped.

Leaning over me, he whispered, "Don't worry, Bran.  This will feel great in
a few minutes."

I knew what was coming, and was actually both dreading that it could hurt,
but wanting it at the same time.  I hear a paper rip, and looked back to
see him roll a condom onto his cock, which he then covered with the jelly.
He moved foward, closer to me, and put the head of his cock at the entrance
to my hole.  Assuring me that it would be okay, and telling me to relax, he
leaned into me until the whole head went in.

It did hurt a little, but not much.  It just kind of felt a little wierd.
He held it there for a while, and began to jerk my dick off again, relaxing
me further, before slowly sliding the rest of the way in until I could feel
his pubic hair hitting my butt.  He leaned over my back, saying in a husky
voice, "Bran, you're awesome, you're so hot."

Slowly at first, then picking up pace, he fucked my tight ass, while firmly
jerking my dick of with a lubed fist.  I felt every inch of him go in and
out of me, hitting that electical spot inside me with every lunge in.

I thought I'd pass out every time he hit that spot, sending charges that
surged from my head to my toes to my own cock.  I heard his breath
increase, even felt his cock get bigger, and heard him moan "Oh, man,
Brandon, I'm cumming," before fading into grunts as he pounded deeper and
deeper into me, sending me over the top.  WIth his hard cock still in me, I
came in an intense orgasm of my own, pumping my hot cum into his hand, and
onto the carpet under the chair.

We actually had a break from school for the next week, so, ultimately, I
went home as the school shut down.  I enjoyed seeing my family, especially
as we spent the week at our beach house in South Carolina.  I thought about
my last experience with Brother Kevin, and even explored new ways of
getting myself off, when I was alone.

When everyone returned to school, there was a message for me to call
Brother Kevin at the church when I got in.  After a few tries, I got
through, and he explained to me that this weekend would be his last mass at
the church, as he was being transferred to a church in a larger community,
with a hospital attached.  He told me that he wanted me to know as soon as
possible, so I wouldn't find out on Sunday- the day he was leaving.

I thought a lot about what that meant to me for the next week.  I really
wasn't sure what exactly I wanted, or what I liked any more.  Without
hesitation, I would still sport wood at the sight of a good looking woman;
actually, I was less discriminating about what kind of women turned me on,
than men.  In fact, outside of Brother Kevin, I kind of felt my interest in
men was burning out.  I wasn't sure what his leaving would have on me.
What I was sure of, was that I would make our last time together worth
while!

I spent most of the mass on Sunday just wondering what would happen when
Brother Kevin left.  Unfortunately, I really didn't hear much of his mass,
and was almost startled when it was over, and time for the recessional.
When we finally reached the room we changed in, I knew what I wanted.  As
we undressed for the last time, we chatted a bit about where he was going,
and how he really was looking forward to working in a hospital, etc. and
also about what I had to look forward to coming up at school.  After a
while, I just stood there, staring at his seemingly perfect (or, what I
thought was perfect) form.

"Bran, I'm really going to miss you," he said, walking to me.

"Yeah, I'm going to miss seeing you, too," I replied.

Putting his hands on my shoulders, he told me, "I'll always treasure what
you allowed us to share, you know.  You've made a lot of the dreams I've
had ever since I was your age, come true."

With that, he leaned over, and kissed my neck.  I grabbed the back of his
head, and pulled it closer in to me, as his kisses started to turn into
sucking, even biting a little, while he moved from my neck down to my pecs
and hardening nipples.  He chewed on them relentlessly, passionately,
eliciting moans of new pleasure from me.  His tongue trailed down my
stomach and around to my balls, each of which he took into his mouth,
soaking with his hot spit.  Pulling away slightly, he brushed the tip of my
cock with his tongue, teasing it, tasting the precum that was starting to
flow, licking the shaft, until finally, he took the whole thing in his
mouth.

His head pumped furiously on my rock hard dick, back and forth, in and out,
his hands groping and squeezing my ass.  But, I didn't want to come- not
yet.  I grasped his shoulders, and pushed him back onto the carpet,
crawling on top of him, and repeated the same erotic treatment he had just
given me.

His body stretched and writhed as I went to work on it, kissing, licking,
sucking and even chewing my way down to his waiting cock.  Teasing his cock
for a while, almost driving him mad, I couldn't resist any longer.
Grabbing his dick at the base, I eased the whole length into my mouth,
closing my hot, wet lips around the base where my hand had just left.

I sucked and even slobbered, over this piece of meat, blowing my friend for
all I was worth.  When I was completely ready, I backed off of him,
reaching over to my pants, pulling out a rubber, which I rolled on to his
glistening cock.  Reaching into my other pocket, I grabbed the bottle of
lube, which I spread all over his covered cock.  Grabbing it again at the
base, I moved over it, preparing to have him enter me.

"Brandon, you don't have to do this," he offered.

I said nothing, but just smiled, as I lowered my body onto his stiff rod,
easing it into me, not stopping until I was sitting on his pelvis.  With
his cock buried deep in my fiery hot, tight hole, I rocked back and forth,
getting used to having a half a foot of mandick inside of me.

Grabbing a hold of his big, hairy pecs for balance, I rose up, almost until
he fell out of me, then sat back down, slowly starting to ride him.  I
massaged his muscular chest as I picked up the pace on his cock, both of us
moaning in the pleasure we were feeling.  He took the bottle of lube, and
squeezing some into his hand, began jerking me off.

I leaned back to let him get a better grip on me, taking hold of his
powerful legs for balance, still riding his cock up and down, never missing
a beat, every thrust in producing that same electrical charge I had felt
the weekend before when his cock hit that certain place in me.

I was surprised at how long we were both lasting, as the minutes ticked on.
Finally, I felt his cock get even bigger inside of me.  His moans became
orgasmic cries, as breath heaved in and out of his chest.  He cried out my
name over and over as his hips thrust upward uncontrollably, fucking my
tight ass.  As he finished his marathon orgasm, I felt my own juices start
to boil over.  His continual jerking, the sensations of his wet hand over
my sensative cockhead were to much.

I went from moaning and grunting to making animalistic sounds, loud enough
for an entire congregation to hear, as the boiling hot, thick liquid flew
out of my dick over and over, almost covering his chest and stomach.  I
thought I'd never stop cumming as I became a little light headed, falling
forward and landing on his now wet chest, his cock still semi-hard and in
my butt.

We stayed like that for at least ten minutes, until finally, it was time
for Brother Kevin to get going.  As usual, with a soft towel, he cleaned
the both of us up, and we got dressed.

"Bran, take care of yourself, alright?" he said.

"Of course- hey, you too!" I told him.

We shook hands, and looked deep into each others eyes.  We said nothing
else before I turned and left.

I continued going to church after that, although I no longer served mass.
Things kind of got back to normal for me, and the previous nine months
remained a fond memory.