Date: Sun, 30 May 2010 00:27:38 -0400
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Altar Boys Story (gay/adult youth, oral, anal, b/m, b/Mm)

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Altar Boy's Story
By
Wolf

	When I was thirteen years old my family lived in Montello,
Wisconsin.  That is a small town of about 1000 people, located on
Buffalo Lake on State Road 23, about 300 miles west of Lake Michigan.
At that time I was selected to be anaAltar-boy.  An older boy, named
David, was assigned to help me learn the duties of an altar-boy.  While
he was training me, he befriended me.  One of those times while we were
setting up for evening mass he asked me a lot of questions about myself.
He even asked me if I had ever had sex with another guy before.

	I had to admit that when I was five years old a boy that was 16
or 17-years-old had molested me.  The guy had me play with his dick
and suck on his dick too.  (I leaned that the boy that molested me is now
a priest.)

	You can be sure that he taught me more than to genuflect as I
passed in front of the Altar, or not to put too much wine in the priest's
goblet.  I had always been pretty much of a loner.  It was not easy for me
to establish a close relationship with anyone.  My family lived three miles
outside of town.  My father was a very religious man.  My mother was
not very religious.  It was my father that insisted, "Matt, you have to
become an altar boy!"

	I didn't have any choice in the matter.  I was selected along with
another boy, named Randy, to learn to serve as I recall.  While we were
putting on our vestments David would find ways to touch me in
inappropriate places.  It embarrassed me to get a boner just before mass.
He was amused to watch me try and hide the bulge behind my
vestments.  I don't know if David ever teased Randy like he did me.

	Randy was the same age as me, with dark blond hair, almost
brown.  Even at our age he could have been a fashion model.  He was
thin, almost skinny with high cheekbones.  I suspect there is some
American Indian in his gene pool someplace.  As I look back, I can't
believe that David didn't hit on Randy.

	As we became friends I was often at David's house.  He was
much taller than me.  He had to be close to six feet tall, with dark blond
hair.  I thought he was the handsomest man in town.  I didn't know what
he saw in me.  I was tall enough but I was on the chubby side.  I felt
privileged just to be around David.

	It was neat hanging out with him.  He owned a 67 Mustang that
was painted Ford Racing blue with two white racing strips.  It had white
leather interior.  I thought it was the coolest ride in town, even if it
didn't run.  It was parked on the edge of his parent's property, next to a
pine forest.  The other thing he had that was cool was a bedroom was a
tree house in effect atop a tower.  It is hard to say where he started
playing with me.  I think we were in his bedroom the first time he talked
to me about playing with cocks.  He took his cock out and showed me
how to masturbate.

	I was fascinated with his cock.  It looked much bigger than mine
and it was un-cut.  I had never seen an un-cut cock before.  David
encouraged me to take my cock out and play with it.  Then he took my
hand and placed it on his cock.  I felt the soft skin as I wrapped my hand
around the shaft of his cock.  It felt so warm and soft as I pulled the skin
up and down.  The foreskin was so tight that it never pulled back to
expose the entire knob underneath.  While I was pulling on his cock he
was doing the same thing to me.  I like it so much that I joined him in our
mutual masturbation sessions whenever we were together.

	The first time he had me suck his cock was while we were in the
well light boy's bathroom of the Stain John's Baptist Church.  It has a
school attached to the Church.  We were in the bathroom stall, when he
took out his cock and sat on the toilet.  He had me kneel between his legs
to play with him.  While I was jacking him off, he placed his hand on the
back of my head and pulled my head down towards his cock.  When I
opened my mouth I could not believe the way it tasted.  He must not
have cleaned under his foreskin very much because I remember that
every time I gave him a blowjob it tasted bitter.  The first time was the
worst, because I didn't expect the way it tasted.  David held my head
down until he came in my mouth.  It was like a new world to me when
we left the building.  I looked back at the church because it would never
be the same to me.  The first floor is made of lime tone.  The rest is made
of red brick.  The entrance had two vaulted arched doors.  There are
three windows on the left and two windows on the right.  The western
wall has several large stained glass windows.  I left for home with a new
found pride in my relationship with David.

	After that day I sucked his cock in the back seat of the Mustang
while he jacked me off often and in his bedroom regularly.  For the next
three years David and I indulged in mutual masturbation and I sucked
his cock whenever he wanted.  The first time I had sex with anyone else
came when I was 15.

	There is a river that runs through downtown.  I was hanging out
on the bridge over the river one night.  I was just leaning against the
railing on the bridge when a car pulled up short of the bridge.  The car
had Michigan license plates on it.  A youngster that looked a little
younger than me got out and approached me.  I had never seen him
before.  The youth had light colored hair and he was shinny, no more the
5 feet tall.

	The youth started asking me question about the town.  He
wanted to know if there was anything to do in this town.  It was just
small talk.  After he had exhausted the small talk he asked, "Would you
like to party with me and my friend?"  He cast his eyes in the direction
of the car.  It was too dark to see into the car.  "Do you know of some
place we could go where no one would bother us?  We have some booze
and some weed."

	I followed the boy to the car.  He held the door open for me as I
slid into the car.  It was a coupe with bench seats.  The boy was in the car
and closing the door behind us, just as I realized that the guy behind the
wheel was a tall black man in his early twenties.  Had I had known the
driver was a black man I don't know if I would have gotten in the car,
but it was too late.  Just the same all of those little alarm bells on the back
of my neck were tingling.  The black guy handed me a bottle in a paper
bag, as he asked "Which way should I go?"

	I directed him to a wooded area that was south of the town.  It
was inside the city limits.  The woods had trails cut where locals had cut
firewood.  He found a spot where it seemed to suit him and parked the
car.  We got out of the car and found am old downed log to sit on.  The
black guy filled a pot pipe and lit it.  After taking a hit he handed it to
me.  He cautioned me to hold the smoke in as long as possible.  When I
handed the pipe to the youth, the black guy handed me a bottle.  It was
not long before I had a buzz on.  The conversation is blurry now.  All I
know is when the pipe was cold and the bottle was empty, the black guy
wanted to party.

	I assumed he wanted me to suck his cock.  I was curious to see
what a black guys cock looked like.  He had me stand up and pull down
my pants.  I had no chose.  I stood up and pulled my five button Levi
Jeans down along with my white jockey shorts.  The cool night air did
little to sober me up.  The black guy and the white youth felt up my
crotch and even my butt.  With my pants around my ankles I was not
going anywhere.  That was when the black guy stood up and took his
pants off.  He didn't even have underwear on.  Boy...was I impressed
with his cock.

	His cock was as black as tar and the scar where his foreskin had
been cut off as an infant was a nasty red scar, leading to a knob that was
so black it was almost purple.  I was wondering what it would taste like.
Then the black guy turned me around and forced me to lay across the
log, face down.  He placed his big hands on the cheeks of my ass and
pried them open.  He dribbled spit over my asshole.  I was afraid of what
he was going to do next.

	The guy placed his hands on my back as he straddled my hips
and lowered his body down.  When his cock entered my ass it felt like he
was sticking a red hot rod into my ass.  There was nothing I could do but
cry.  He started slapping his body against my white ass.  It sounded
almost like clapping hands.  The longer he fucked my ass the less it hurt.
I cannot say how long it took, but eventually he drove his cock deep into
my ass and froze.  I know he was squirting his cum into my ass.
Eventually he places all of his weight on my back as he stood up.  He
backed away and pulled up his pants.  While he was fastening his pants,
the white boy took his place.

	The youth had already exposed his cock.  He placed his hands on
my back to insure that I was not going to stand up.  At least his cock was
not as big as the black guy.  My ass was already lubed by the black guy's
cum.  He took his turn fucking my ass until he squirted his load of cum
into my ass.  When he was finished, the black guy told me, "Pull up your
pants pussy boy!"

	They drove me back to where they had picked me up.  I cried
myself out before I got home.  I'm sure they were out of the state as fast
as they could.  I never told anyone about what happened.  I didn't even
tell David about the incident.



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