Date: Fri, 7 Oct 2005 00:40:28 EDT
From: Colcalverley@aol.com
Subject: At the Church

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AT THE CHURCH

Brad and Ravi had been friends ever since the two families moved into their
brand new houses next door to one another.  I suppose it was natural
really, both families had struggled and saved to buy their new houses and
get away from the rough areas where they had previously lived.  The boys
had both been six years of age then and their birthdays were both in the
same month (November) so they shared birthday parties and pretty well
everything else.  Even though they lived next-door to one another they
still had sleepovers most weekends and Brad got to like Asian food and Ravi
got to like good old English cuisine.

They both joined the Scout movement together; they both signed up for the
same football team and went swimming together whenever they could.  They
went to the same school, although they were in different classes, and both
had a good academic record.

When they were eight years old Brad's parents suggested he joined the local
all-boy church choir.  The church was Anglican, and quite a high church and
the choristers wore beautiful red robes with white ruffs and cuffs.  Ravi
was a little put out that Brad had joined without him but Brad explained
that as their religions were different (Ravi was Hindu) he thought Ravi
would not want to join.  Ravi, however, had different ideas.  He pestered
his parents relentlessly to let him join the church choir and eventually
his father approached the vicar, explained the situation and asked whether
the vicar would allow a Hindu boy in the choir.

The vicar, seeing a potential convert, agreed to allow Ravi to audition for
the choirmaster and if he was good enough, then the vicar would sanction
his joining.

The following Friday at choir practice Ravi auditioned and sang beautifully
for the choirmaster and was admitted to the choir forthwith.

Several years passed and the boys became closer and closer and at the age
of 11 they started experimenting together sexually.  Just the occasional
mutual masturbation, which progressed to masturbating one another and
followed on with the occasional blow-job, but neither of them was anxious
to take things any further for the time being, after all, neither of them
was gay, were they?

In the March after their twelfth birthdays the choirmaster resigned and a
new man was appointed to the post.  One day in June he startled the boys by
announcing that as the summer was approaching and the boys got very hot and
sticky in their robes, his suggestion was that they just wear their
underwear or a pair of shorts underneath the robes and a pair of open
sandals on their feet, thus making them much more comfortable during the
hot weather and enabling them to put more effort into their singing.  He
had cleared it first with the vicar, who was quite a progressive man, and
suggested that they try it out this Sunday.

That Sunday morning the boys went to church armed with their usual comics
to read during the sermon (the vicar's idea to stop them getting restless)
and were dressed in tee-shirts, shorts and sandals.  They were staying at
Ravi's house and had woken up rather late and had no time to deal with
their morning erections, so they were both feeling a little randy.  As the
other boys arrived and proceeded to strip to their underpants, Brad got a
huge erection and when he looked at Ravi's shorts, he could see the same
thing happening to him.

At this point, let me describe the layout of the choir stalls.  There were
two rows on either side of the chancel facing one another.  The front row
of each side was always full and the overflow of boys went into the row
behind.  Brad and Ravi made it their business to always be in the back row
and, whenever possible, they would be by themselves. Behind them was a
thick red velvet curtain behind which the organist sat.  Consequently the
only part of the boys' bodies that could be seen was their heads and quite
often during the sermon even these would disappear as the boys slouched in
the pews.  Sometimes, as well as reading comics during the sermon they
would have a game of chess or more recently, they would smuggle in some
soft pornography and look at that together.

When they got into the choir vestry they went straight to their usual
corner where their robes always hung and took off their tee-shirts.  They
put on their robes, but did not button them up until the last minute to
keep as cool as possible.  They sat and watched the other boys as they came
in and stripped to their underwear and they both got quite excited and
before long they were both sporting erections.

Five minutes before the service began the choirmaster came into the vestry,
bade the boys Good Morning and said the usual opening prayer, during which
Brad leaned over to Ravi and whispered `I dare you to take off your shorts'

`I haven't got any pants on' whispered Ravi in reply.

`Neither have I' whispered Brad, removing his own shorts and buttoning up
his robe quickly before the prayer ended.  Ravi quickly dropped his shorts
and buttoned up his robe.

Of course, both boys had erections and the friction caused by the movement
of their robes against their little cocks ensured that their erections were
maintained throughout the opening processional hymn and all the way to the
choir stalls.  Fortunately the robes were quite full and the `tenting
effect' was not too obvious.  As the service got underway both boys sat and
placed their hands in their laps and were able to keep themselves amused
when they were not singing.

They sang their way through the first half of the service and after the
gospel had been read they knew that they could sit for at least half an
hour uninterrupted while the vicar preached the sermon.

As they sat down Brad slipped his hand inside his robe and began to
masturbate slowly, not wanting to cum as this was a spur of the moment
thing and he had not brought any tissues with him.  Ravi grinned and
slipped his hand inside his own robe.  Both boys totally lost touch with
what the vicar was preaching about and after about five minutes Brad moved
his hand into Ravi's lap and felt his stiff cock through the choir robe.
Ravi jumped slightly, but Brad continued and slipped his hand inside the
robe and took over Ravi's wank.  Ravi, not to be outdone, slipped his hand
into Brad's robe and was surprised to feel his friend was harder than he
had ever known before.  Ravi knew immediately that he just had to have
Brad's cock in his mouth and so he opened a couple of buttons on Brad's
robe and pulled Brad's cock out into the open and leaned over to suck on
it.  They heard a movement from behind, but assumed that it was just the
organist getting more comfortable on his stool.  Brad was seconds away from
orgasm when he pushed Ravi's head away.  He did not want to make a mess of
the choir robes and thought it best not to cum in them.  Ravi sat up and
put his hand back in his own robe, but Brad decided to return Ravi's
ministrations and opened Ravi's robe and started to suck his cock.  Ravi's
breath started to get quite erratic and Brad somehow managed to slip a
finger in his friend's arse to heighten his pleasure.

As Ravi was about to cum he pushed Brad away and they both sat up in the
stalls with their cocks in their hands.  They both had to be extremely
careful as they were both very close to orgasm and knew that the resultant
mess would be very hard to clean up or to explain away after the service.
After a minute or so the curtain behind them moved upwards slightly and a
hand appeared holding a box of tissues which it silently placed on the pew
beside Brad and disappeared as suddenly as it had arrived.

Both boys immediately realised that they had been observed by the organist
and went bright red from the roots of their hair to their sandaled toes.

Their first reaction was to immediately put their cocks away and pretend
that nothing had happened, but Brad then thought that as the tissues had
been offered the organist was obviously wanting to see them cum, so he
decided to put on a show for him.  He took his cock back out and started
masturbating in earnest.  Ravi, also reading the situation, followed suit
and joined Brad in the fun.  They heard a sharp intake of breath behind the
curtain as the organ stool creaked again.  Brad was now very close to
Orgasm and was finding it difficult to remain silent so he rammed a few
tissues in his mouth to try and muffle his moans.  Ravi could see his
friend was close to cumming and this hastened his own climax.

Ravi had a little more control than Brad and was able to remain silent and
could hold off cumming for a short time whereas Brad had no staying power
at all.  When he had to cum, he had to cum.

Ravi moved his hand across to Brad's cock, wanting to finish his friend off
and equally wanting Brad's little hand around his own cock.  As they did
this they heard a very quiet Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh' from behind the curtain and
they knew that the organist had reached his orgasm.

`Yes' whispered Brad as his cum shot about a foot into the air and
fortunately landed on Ravi's hand and not all over his robes.  Ravi
continued rubbing Brad's cock as Brad chewed on the tissues, trying to
remain silent.  He then put his hand straight to his mouth and licked off
some of Brad's cum, then passed his hand over to Brad so that he could have
some of his own.  Ravi was now reaching the end of his delaying tactics and
could hold off cumming no longer.  He knew that this would be a huge load
as the feeling was very intense.  He pulled Brad's sleeve up so that there
was less robe to catch his cum and he placed his own hand nearby to catch
what he could.  He also bent over so that his mouth was directly above his
cock to catch anything that shot high enough.

`Now' he whispered to Brad and his cum shot high into his mouth for the
first three spurts, then went all over Brad's hand and arm and a little
went on his own hand.  There must have been twice his normal amount there
and his orgasm was so intense that he feared he would be unable to stand
for the next hymn.  They both managed to consume copious amounts of Ravi's
cum and then the tissues were gainfully employed. The organist's hand
reappeared to take the box back through the curtain, then reappeared just
as the boys were wondering what to do with the soiled ones.  They were very
sticky and they felt a little guilty about passing them to the organist,
but there was nothing else they could do about it.

As the hand disappeared they heard a long nasal inhalation followed by
distinct sniffing noises and then knew that they had no need to feel
guilty, the organist was putting the sticky tissues to good use.

The boy's cocks were now soft for the first time since they left the choir
vestry and they managed to struggle to their feet as the vicar announced
the offertory hymn.  Their voices were far from at their best and the
organist played a few wrong notes, as though his hands were a bit shaky.

They managed to get through the rest of the service without incident and
when they got back to the choir vestry they managed to slip their shorts on
without anyone realising that they had been naked under their robes.

As they left the vestry the organist approached them and said `Excellent
performance this morning, boys, same time next week!' and smiled as he
walked off.  The boys didn't like to tell him that his flies were undone.

All through the summer a box of tissues became a fixture in the back choir
stall and the organist's creaking stool became the usual accompaniment to
the non-liturgical parts of the service.

You may wonder how the boys had been observed.  Well, in many churches the
organist has a system of mirrors so that he can see the choirmaster and the
priest in the chancel or at the altar or at the communion rail, so he can
judge when to stop playing any `voluntaries' (or incidental music) but over
the years these mirrors work loose and won't stay where they are supposed
to be, and in this instance the organist was able to see the pew behind his
curtain.  Oh yes, and I really should do something about that creak, it
only seems to happen when I'm cumming!!!


The Colonel

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