Date: Fri, 20 Jan 2012 11:42:19 -0800 (PST) From: Ray <ray6645@yahoo.com> Subject: Naked Under Cassocks My cousin, who was only two months younger than me, and I were altar servers in the small town that we lived in. We served almost every morning, and then on Sundays, we'd have one more kid show up to help out. It was summer time, and not many people attended Mass during the week. Gary and I played a lot of sex stuff, since we'd just discovered our cocks. We were only ten and a half, but still had lots of fun playing with our own, and each other's cocks. We did lots of dares, like riding our bikes around the block in the nude, and going to the movie house, and after the movie starts, shoving our shorts and jockeys down to our knees. Stuff like that. One day we dared each other to be naked under our cassocks. It was fairly easy, since we "vested" in a different room than the priest. We stripped off our shorts and t-shirts, leaving us with just our shoes and socks on. Then on went the cassock and surplice. We soon found that the coarse material rubbed against our cocks, and of course made them hard. But at that time, our cocks were so small, nobody noticed. We enjoyed that fact that we had no clothes on under our cassocks. Very fun, and for two boys, it was beyond imagination that we could get away with it. After Mass on day early in the summer, our priest noted that it was pretty warm, and if we didn't want to wear our shoes and socks, it would be OK with him. He wore sandals without any socks, so he was barefoot almost also. So now, not only do we not have any clothes on, our feet are bare too. Nice. We enjoyed the feeling of the cool tile on the altar floor. About two days after we quit wearing shoes and socks, two ladies came into the sacristy, and told Father how cute it was to let us not have to wear shoes. They admired our cute feet, and also noticed that it was much quieter on the altar without the shoes making the noise that they did. They hoped that he would let us stay barefoot as long as possible. He agreed that it was a good thing to have us as God intended. Little did they know that our feet were not the only things that were bare out there on the altar. Father called us into his side of the sacristy, and told us that these two women were admiring the fact that his servers had naked feet. He had us lift up our feet so that they could see them a bit closer. Of course that meant that we were exposing our little bare legs to them also. They not only felt our feet, but ran their hands up our skinny legs. That feeling of our feet and legs caused us both to have an erection that was feeling good, what with the movement of the material over our cocks, and their fingers on our feet, it would have been impossible to not get hard as ever. Finally, they put our feet down, and let us go to get out of our cassocks, but as we turned, they both patted us on the butt. That really felt good. They could have done that all day, and we'd not have complained. Sunday was coming, and we were wondering how we were going to tell Matt how we were dressing at Mass. We couldn't call him on the phone, because all of us were on party lines, and as soon as his ring would sound, there would be lots of eavesdroppers listening in, so that was out. We could write a letter, but it might not get there on time, and his folks would wonder what was in the letter. So we just adopted the wait and see approach. We'd tell him as soon as he got out of the car. We'd meet him and then on the way to the back of the church, we'd brief him on the happenings, and how to dress. (Or not to dress.) Matt finally got to the parking lot with his parents, and we ran to him, to greet him. As we walked to the back of the church, we told him what we had been doing. Going naked under our cassocks. He could not believe that we would do such a thing. When we told him that we didn't need to wear shoes either, he was not believing us at all. He told us that he'd have to see it to believe it. We went into the church, greeted the priest, and went to our side of the sacristy to get ready for Mass. Chris and I immediately got our shoes and socks off, then shed our t-shirts, followed quickly by our shorts and briefs. Matt just stood there amazed at our performance. We grabbed our cassocks and surplices, put them on and began to get ready for Mass. Matt, reluctantly followed our lead. He was grinning from ear to ear as he got his Mass clothes on. I happened to glance over, and his little three incher was stiff as a board. After Mass there was the annual parish picnic. Everyone was to go there. Well, all of us did eventually get there. The three of us went to our house, and had some fun. We talked a bit about being naked under our cassocks, and how much fun it was, since nobody in the congregation knew about it except us. When we got to our house, we decided that it would be nice to get rid of all of our clothes, and play with each other. We all had good hard erections, and loved to feel them, and to feel each other's cock. I especially liked to feel their cocks, and also, play with their butts. They would tell me to kneel down, and act like an altar boy, and worship their butts. I'd do it in a flash. I would kiss their cheeks, but until this day, that was all I'd do. Today, I was extra horny I guess, and thought that I'd do more than kiss their cheeks. As Matt turned his butt to me, and I kissed his cheeks, I reached up and spread his cheeks, and licked his butt hole. He groaned that it really felt good, do it again. Chris, who was standing in front of Matt, asked what had happened, and I told him that he'd get the same treatment in just a few minutes. Licked Matt's butt for a minute or so more, then told him to move over so that Chris could get the same treatment. Chris wiggled his butt when I would lick him there. They liked seeing me jack off, so I jacked off for them. Didn't shoot anything yet, just the dry cum, but they got the idea. We got dressed and headed for the picnic, didn't want to miss the burgers and hot dogs. - - - - - - - - - Comments to ray6645@yahoo.com -