Date: Fri, 4 Jul 2014 05:47:54 -0700
From: Henry Brooks <hankster1430@bellsouth.net>
Subject: Altar Boys  Short Story

				Altar Boys


Rick Manning held his fiancée's hand tightly.  He led Jen Harris, his
bride to be, into the small office of Michael Gray, who had the reputation
of being the best photographer and videographer in all of Los Angeles.

Their wedding was still four months away.  Everything else was in place;
the church, bridal gown, groom's tux, reception venue, luncheon menu,
flowers, orchestra, first dance, etc.  This would be the final vendor to
contract with, and the couple could then relax as best they could.

Mike Gray was a handsome man, not over thirty-five.  He reviewed with them
the various packages he offered, and how they could mix and match to
customize a package to meet their individual wedding dreams.  The happy
couple chose both an album of still photographs, and a video of the wedding
and reception.

"If you like what you see, and I know you will," Mike told them, "then we
can make duplicates for your parents.  Another nice touch is to print thank
you cards with one of your wedding pictures."  He then quoted a price for
what they had chosen, and gave them approximate prices for the extras,
should they want them.  They agreed, and Rick shook Mike's hand to seal the
deal.

"Just give me a few minutes, and I'll prepare the contract.  I require 10%
today, 40% on the morning of the wedding and the balance when the work is
completed."

"Fair enough," Rick said, "but there is one thing I want stated in the
contract."

"What's that?"

"I want all the photography and videography done by you, and not by a
subordinate.  In other words, I want you at our wedding, and not at someone
else's on the same day."

"Mike laughed.  "I get that request all the time, and I hear that complaint
from couples who didn't engage my services.  Let me assure you that I will
never allow myself to grow so big that I will accept two or more
engagements on the same day.  Your wedding date is blocked out on my
calendar, and nobody else can hire me for that day, no matter how hard they
beg."  "Good," the couple said in unison.

"There is one minor exception," Mike added.  "If you won't accept it, then
we won't do it.  I want to come to the bride's house early on the morning
of the wedding.  I'll photograph Jen waking up, showering, putting on
make-up, dressing, going to the church etc.  I want to do the same with the
groom, but I can't be in two places at the same time.  I have a wonderful
assistant, who will be at my side all day once we reach the church.  Rick,
he'd be the one to come to your place and photograph you getting ready for
the wedding."

"Before I answer," Rick said, "aren't those kind of pictures too personal,
especially those of Jen?"

Mike laughed.  "First of all, they are very discreet, and far from
pornography.  I give the bride and groom two disks.  One has the
preparation on it, and the other doesn't.  The edited version will be
appropriate for copies for family members.  As for the albums, it'll be
your choice to include the pictures or not."

He removed some pictures from a drawer, and presented them to Rick and Jen.
"Here's what they look like."  The pictures were in very good taste and
would have passed any censor.

"They're beautiful," Jen admitted.  "Let's go for it Rick."

"Great," Mike said.  "I'll get to your house at 8 AM, Jen, and my assistant
will get to you at the same time, Rick."  By the time they left Mike's
office, the happy couple were relieved and relaxed.  Everything that needed
their attention was taken care of.  Now all they had to do was count the
days.

                                                        **********

On the night before the wedding, Rick was unable to sleep.  His problem
went far beyond the nervousness of a typical groom.  It concerned a sexual
matter.  He and Jen had never had sex.  She claimed that it was important
for her to be a virgin bride.  It was part of her religious upbringing.
They had kissed and petted, and she had allowed him to dry hump her, even
though both were fully dressed.  He had erected, but he never got off that
way with her, and that really bothered him.

This by itself might not have worried most men, but Rick was truly
frightened.  He worried that he would be unable to perform his husbandly
duties no matter how much he loved Jen.  From the time he was twelve years
old until he met Jen, he had participated solely in homosexual activity.
He only had sex with two other boys, and it all stopped when he entered
college.

He and Jake Bell were altar boys at Rick's church, and they were casual
friends.  One day the two boys were tossing a baseball in Rick's back yard.
When they took a break, they sat on Rick's back patio and Jake said he had
something to tell him.  He made sure that they could not be overheard.
Then he began to whisper so low, Rick had to strain to hear.

"A couple of months ago," Jake began, "my friend Gordon told me that his
folks were going away for a couple of days, and they felt that he was old
enough to take care of himself.  He asked if I could come over after
school.  He wanted to show me some stuff an older friend of his had shown
him.  He said it was the greatest, and I would love it.

"I couldn't wait to get there.  Gordon took me into his bedroom.  He
started to strip, and asked me to do the same.  When we were naked, he took
my wiener in his hand and started stroking it.  Gordon told me that his
friend called this jerking off.  It felt real good and I was not about to
stop him.  Suddenly, my whole body started to shiver.  I would have gotten
scared, but Gordon kept reassuring me that the best was yet to come.  I
started to shake, and the most wonderful feeling came over me.  Gordon said
that it was called cumming.  My wiener shot out a small amount of fluid,
and Gordon bent down and started to lick it off me.  I got hard again
immediately.  Gordon kept on sucking and I had another cumming.  I could
hardly breathe.

"Gordon asked if I would do it to him, and I gladly agreed.  He said that I
could skip the stroking and go right to the sucking.  Man, Rick, I can't
tell you how nice Gordon tasted.  Gordon assured me that his folks were out
of town, and there was nobody else expected in his house.  He has no
brothers or sisters.  I was wondering if you would like to play with me
like that."

Rick smiled and took Jake's hand.  They bounded upstairs and got undressed
in Rick's bedroom.  "I'll show you how," Jake said, and he fell on his
knees, grabbed Rick's penis and proceeded to suck.  Rick grew hard, and
marveled at how good Jake was making him feel.

Rick was a quick learner, and he yelled out, "I feel it Jake.  I think I'm
cumming."  His body began to spasm and he shot his tiny load into Jake's
mouth.  Jake swallowed it greedily.

"Well?" Jake asked.

"It was the greatest.  I'll do it to you now, and then let's do it as often
as possible."

Jake came after only two or three strokes of Rick's tongue, and Rick
swallowed his fluid.  The two boys continued to make each other happy
occasionally, but they were not really close friends, so Rick decided to
introduce this new found wonder to his best friend.

Rick's best buddy was Mark Barinski.  They went to the same church, where
Mark was an altar boy also.  Rick could not wait to introduce Mark to the
joy he had learned from Jake. Once they had sex for the first time, the two
boys could not get enough of each other.  As they grew older, they
graduated to anal sex.  Each felt that every time they made love they were
experiencing a little bit of heaven.

Only time and fate could separate them.  Rick went to Notre Dame University
on a football scholarship.  Mark was not college material, and even if he
was, his folks could not afford to educate him without financial
assistance.

Mark wrote to Rick a few times when he left for college.  He tried calling
and texting also, but Rick decided to erase his homosexual activity with
Jake and Mark, and he never answered.  Eventually Mark stopped writing.  He
was very disappointed.

When Rick met Jen at his first job after graduation, he genuinely liked
her.  She was easy to talk to, and when they were out on a date, he spoke
freely to her without having to watch his every word.  He was never quite
sure how it happened, but one day he found himself engaged to be married,
and it was fine with him.

His problem, and his restlessness, on the night before his wedding, was
that he had never made love to a girl.  Hell, he had never had sex with a
girl, and he began to worry about performing.

Tossing and turning in bed, he wanted to get up, take a long, hot shower,
get dressed and go to the church, but he knew that he had to wait for the
photographer.  It was part of the package he had paid for.  As groom, he
was paying for the flowers and the photography.  His future in-laws were
footing the rest of the bill.

He got out of bed to pee.  He felt certain that the photographer would not
wish to take photos of him peeing.  While he was occupied relieving
himself, his doorbell rang.  It was only 6:30 AM.  The photographer was not
due for another hour and a half.  Who the hell could this be?  He grabbed a
robe and ran to the front door.

He opened the door, and nearly passed out.  Standing there with a big grin
on his face was Mark Barinski.  He was laden down with photographic
equipment.  Rick was too stunned to speak.  It was Mark who finally said
something.

"For God's sake, help me with this shit.  It weighs a ton."

Rick grabbed some of the stuff, and the two men went into the living room.
When all the equipment was safely laid on the floor, Mark said, "Surprise!"
He ran to Rick and started to embrace him, but Rick pushed him away.

"No," Rick yelled.  "I'm straight.  Today's my wedding day, and whatever
you have in mind is not going to happen."

"I can't let you get married," Mark said.  "You're as gay as I am.  You'll
be miserable and you'll make your wife miserable.  If you have children,
you'll be in bigger trouble.  How do you get it up for her anyway?"

Mark hit Rick's problem on the head, but Rick lied, "I do very well, thank
you.  Besides it's none of your business."

"I got here early.  I thought you might like to play with me a little.
Just for old time's sake."

Rick was miserable.  He did indeed want to play with Mark, and he certainly
didn't want to marry Jen, but it was too late.  What could he do?

"I don't think it's a good idea," he muttered.

"I think it's a terrific idea," Mark said, and he grabbed Rick's cock
through his robe.  Rick wanted to resist, really he did, but he wanted Mark
more.

"OK," he whispered, "but let's make it fast."

Mark grabbed Rick in a stranglehold and proceeded to kiss him.  Rick was
weak in the knees.  He kissed Mark back, passionately.  He realized that he
had loved Mark once, still did, and probably always would.  How could he
have let all this shit happen to him?  As mixed up as his thoughts were, he
was clear on one thing.  He wanted to make love to Mark, and he wanted it
badly.

He pulled Mark into the bedroom, dropped his robe, and fell on the bed.
Seconds later, a naked Mark joined him.

"You haven't changed much," Rick said.  "Your cock is still humongous."

"I pledged it to you once, but when you went off to college, you wouldn't
even answer my texts or my E Mails.  Why?  Do you know how much you hurt
me?"

"Forgive me.  I was a fool.  I just wanted to live a straight life.  I
didn't realize until five minutes ago, how much I loved you, and still do.
What am I to do?"

"For the immediate future, you're going to make love with me.  Then we'll
talk."

"Fuck me," Rick said, "but I don't want to get off.  I need to save it for
tonight."

"I'll do what you want, but your wedding is off.  It's never going to
happen."

"It has to happen," Rick whimpered.  But when Mark entered him bareback,
and he felt Mark's cum shoot up his guts, he had serious doubts.

                                                     **********

After they made love, Mark took all the pictures he thought were necessary.
He even took some of Rick naked in the shower, but they were for his eyes
only.  When Rick was finally looking like a proper groom, Mark took a slew
of pictures of the finished product, and kept imploring Rick not to go
through with the wedding.

"I'm totally confused now, thanks to you.  Let's just get out of here and
over to the church.  It's way too early, but I need to speak to Father
Roger, and make confession."

"I'll do what you want, but just be careful what you confess to the good
priest.  I never liked how he looked at us, when we were altar boys.  I
always felt he wanted to ravage us."

"You're crazy," Rick said, "but it's one of the things about you that I
love.  It offsets my ultraconservatism."

"I'm glad you realize how crazy I am.  If you go through with this wedding,
I'll bug you until you're just as crazy as I am.  I'm telling you now,
buddy.  No matter what you do, we will not stop making love to each other."

"You've already driven me crazy.  Please get me to the church. I gotta
speak to Father Roger.'

Mark loaded his equipment into his van, and while he was doing that, Rick
called his priest, who agreed to meet him in his office in fifteen minutes.

"But I might want to make confession," Rick objected.  "Shouldn't we meet
in one of the confessionals?"

"I can hear your confession anywhere.  If you are uncomfortable with no
screen between us, we can go into one of the booths, but meet me in my
office first."

Mark parked his van near a back service entrance to the church, and Rick
ran to his pastor's office.  He knocked, and Father Roger's familiar voice
bade him come in.  When he entered, the priest gave him a manly hug.  He
motioned Rick to a comfortable chair facing his desk, and locked his door.

Rick was surprised at that, so Roger said, "If you decide to make
confession, we won't be disturbed.  Now tell me what's on your mind, son."

Roger was only eleven years older than Rick, but he loved how the priest
called him `son.'  He hardly knew where to begin, so he blurted his heart
out before he could change his mind.  "I have serious doubts about going
through with the wedding today.  I realized this morning that I love
Jennifer, Jen, but not in that way.  I'm in love with someone else."  Rick
lowered his eyes so that he did not look directly at Roger.  "I made love
to that person this morning.  What should I do, Father?  Every girl dreams
about her wedding day.  It would kill me to leave Jen at the altar, but it
would kill me to marry her.  Both our lives would be ruined."

"Wow," was all Roger could manage.  "You sure waited until the eleventh
hour to come to this conclusion."

"I was unaware of my own feelings until this morning."

"You must have strong feelings for Jen to have gone this far.  I can only
urge you to give up the other woman and remain true to Jen."

"It's more complicated than that.  You see, Father, my true love is a
childhood friend.  We just reconnected after many years."  "My advice still
stands, Rick.  I myself have been in love a few times over the years, and I
had to put those loves behind me in order to honor my commitment to God.
It's hard, Rick, but I know that if I could do it, you can do it."

Father Roger wasn't getting it, so Rick decided to be blunt even if it
incurred the wrath of the priest.  He looked Roger straight in his eyes,
and said, "Father, you happen to know the person I love.  He and I were
altar boys here at St. Anthony's.  Do you remember Mark Barinski?"

Roger was indeed stunned.  He was speechless, so Rick continued.  "I have
finally admitted to myself that I'm gay.  Now do you see my dilemma?"

Roger came out from behind his desk, and Rick stood up.  He was sure the
priest was going to condemn him, and kick him out of his office.  Instead,
Roger wrapped his arms around Rick, and started to cry.

"Why are you crying, Father?"

"I told you that I had to turn my back on several persons I had fallen in
love with in order to serve God.  Now I can admit that you and Mark were
among those whom I have loved over the years."

Now it was Rick who could only mutter, "Wow!"

The two men hugged each other tightly in a newly created brotherhood.  Both
men could feel their packages hardening.  Neither of them pulled away.
Roger whispered in Rick's ear.  "It'll be a good hour and a half before
anyone will be arriving at the church.  Please, make my dreams come true."
That having been said, he gently grabbed hold of Rick's package."

"I'll do whatever you want," Rick said, "but I'll tell you what I told
Mark...I don't want to cum.  I need to save myself for what might be an
ordeal tonight."

Roger did not answer.  He had not yet put on his clerical vestments.  He
quickly dropped his jeans and his underwear.  Rick saw the cock that was
being offered to him and he drooled.  It was fully aroused, at least seven
inches of arousal.  It was a really fat uncut cock, and Rick figured that
he would suck it for a while and then let Father Roger fuck him.  He bared
himself from his waist down, and fell to his knees.

He took Roger's pleasure stick into his mouth, and after one or two
strokes, Roger squealed out, "I never thought I'd ever see this day.  Thank
you Rick, and thank you God."

Rick felt Roger's ball's shrinking and he pulled away.  "Do you have
anything we can use as a lubricant?" Rick asked.

"I have some hand lotion in my desk.  I use it after I serve communion."

"That'll have to do, along with a little spit."

Rick got them ready as best he could.  He leaned over Roger's desk, and
Roger entered him rather easily.  Rick was stretched from earlier this
morning, and some lubricant, as well as Mark's semen, was still in him.

Roger began to pump, and as he did so, his growling got louder and louder.
Finally with a climactic banshee wail, he deposited his seed high up Rick's
guts, where it mixed deliciously with Mark's.

They used tissues that were on Roger's desk to clean up.  Rick started to
pull his pants up, when Roger pleaded.  "Please Rick, I promise to stop
short, but let me taste your cock before we go."

Rick smiled.  He was as hard as a rock, and Roger fell to his knees.  He
took Rick's seven inch, uncut prick into his mouth.  He ran his tongue all
over it, savoring the moment.  Instinctively, he pushed back Rick's
foreskin with his tongue and started to swab the shaft.  His lips pumped
lightly on the outside of what Roger thought was the most beautiful cock in
the world.

Rick realized that an orgasm was building inside of him, and he just didn't
give a damn.  He put his hand behind Roger's head, and pushed the priest
into him, urging him on.  Roger got the signal, and he sucked faster as he
felt Rick's prick getting harder, fatter and longer.  With a scream of
relief, Rick gushed into Roger's mouth.  The priest was uncertain if this
would ever happen to him again, and he didn't hold back.  He swallowed
everything Rick deposited into him.  He didn't spill a drop.

As they were dressing, Roger said, "Thank you, Rick, for the gift you have
just given me.  I'll be forever grateful.  Where is Mark?"

"He's out in the church setting up the lighting equipment.  He's the
videographer.  That's how we were able to reconnect."

"Go tell him to stop his labors, and then come back to my office.  There
will be no wedding service today.  I have to make a phone call, and then
the three of us will talk.  Do you think Mark would object if I
unofficially bless your union?"

"I think, he'd love it," Rick said as he bounded out of the office.


When they returned, they found Father Roger still wearing street clothes.
There were two chairs facing his desk, and he bade them sit in them.  When
they were all comfortably seated, Roger said, "I have lots to tell you
fellas, so just listen and try not to interrupt me."

Mark and Rick nodded, and Roger continued.

"I got a call yesterday from Jen and her parents.  They said it was urgent,
and they needed to see me immediately.  Of course I told them to come right
over.  There were no preliminaries, Jen just poured her heart out.  She was
in tears, Rick.  She said that she loved you, but not that way.  She never
wanted to lose her virginity, and she wants to be a bride of Jesus.  She
has made arrangements, and she'll be entering a convent next month.  She
begged me to make you understand.  She also suggested a solution for today.
When all the guests are seated in the church, her father will make the
announcement explaining her decision.  I will then give you both my
blessing.  Everyone will be invited to the catering hall, and we will
celebrate her union with God.  She wants you to be at her side, Rick, but
she'll understand if you want to go home.  That call I made was to inform
her that you were behind her decision one hundred percent, so don't make a
liar out of me.  She'll be here soon, so why don't you dress a little less
formal, Rick?"

Mark was the first to speak.  "God has performed a miracle today, Roger.
Will you give Rick and me your blessing also?"

"You have it, but I'm not quite finished.  I always knew that if I gave
into my sexual desires, I could not remain in the church."

Rick interrupted.  "Yes you can, and yes you should.  You're a good
shepherd.  Ministering to your flock is your calling."

"After today," Roger continued, "I don't think that's possible.  I have a
master's degree in education, with a minor in mathematics.  Good math
teachers are at a premium.  I'm sure I can secure a job teaching math, and
that's my calling as well."

"If there's anything either of us can do to help, don't hesitate to ask,"
Rick promised.

"Well, I'll have to move out of the parish house.  Would one of you put me
up until I get a job, and find a place of my own?"  Mark started to
laugh. "Rick doesn't know it yet, but I'm moving out of my studio apartment
ASAP, and into his three bedroom town house.  Why don't you take one of the
other bedrooms?"

"Would you mind, Rick?" Roger asked.

It would be my absolute pleasure.

                                                    **********

When Jen saw Rick, they both started to cry.  They kissed each other
chastely on the cheeks.  When all the guests were gathered in the chapel,
Jen's father made the announcement, and everyone went to the catering hall,
where the celebration continued.  Mike Gray, with Mark's assistance took a
million photographs while videotaping all the goings on.  The guests said a
few words when Mark shoved the microphone into their faces.  They wished
Jen well, and then remembered to wish Rick well also.

Mike had a contract with Rick, which Rick had to honor, so Mike felt he
should honor his end of the contract as well.  Mark whispered in his ear
that he could label the album, RICK AND MARK instead of JEN AND RICK.  Mike
looked very surprised, but he grinned from ear to ear.  This produced two
cute dimples in each cheek, which Mark had not noticed before.

When the party broke up, Rick and Mark went back to Rick's house where they
intended to make love for the first time without restraint and without
guilt.  Roger told them that he would like to pack a few things and begin
his residence there as well.

When the three of them were alone that evening, Rick poured three glasses
of champagne, and they each toasted their new found lives.

"I have a surprise," Rick laughed.  Tomorrow the three of us are going to
Acapulco for a week.  My honeymoon is paid for, so we might as well enjoy
it."

"Wouldn't you two rather go alone?" Roger asked.

"Not on your life, Roger," Mark said.  "You are as much a part of our new
lives as anyone, and I, for one, intend to prove it tonight."

"That's funny.  I had the same idea," Rick piped in.  He got up and planted
a sloppy kiss on Roger's lips.

The three of them made love all night.  Rick and Roger were particularly
happy.  Their shackles were removed at last.  They had no time restraints,
and no reason to feel guilty.  They started out by forming a daisy chain,
and sucking each other sensuously.  Every so often they switched positions.

Finally, Mark pulled away and declared that he wanted the trio to fuck one
another.  They had plenty of lube, and decided to forego condoms.  Both
Rick and Roger had been celibate until this very day, and Mark had not been
with anyone but Rick, since his last blood test.

Because it was his idea, Mark insisted on being in the middle.  It didn't
much matter because once again they kept switching positions.  After they
all reached the heights, they fell asleep wrapped up together in Rick's
queen sized bed.  They didn't even bother to wash until the next morning.

They shared a room in Acapulco, as well, and made non-stop love.  Roger and
Rick were weepy all the time.  They couldn't understand why they had denied
themselves so much joy all these years.

Roger never did move out of the town house.  The three men became a happy
three-man household.  If there was anyone out there who didn't approve,
well, they didn't give a damn.  Their relationship worked for them, and
that was all that mattered.  Mark and Rick had loved each other since
childhood, and Roger had loved them both since he was a young man, when
they had been his altar boys.  It was only natural that three people who
loved each other should live together.