From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Praise God from Whom All Blessing Flow
Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 23:38:33 GMT

It was fucking hot!!!! The air conditioner wouldn't work and for some reason
it was decided to keep the services indoors. Out side would have been a better
idea but there were no lights, no organ, etc. etc.
I guess it was to be some display of dedication or something like that.
So we practiced the songs for the evening service and tried not to think about
how hot it was going to me. It wouldn't be the first time one of us had
fainted during a service.
You see the choir sat high up and behind the pulpit..and it was hotter there.
Even when the air conditioner worked, it was hot up there. I had fainted at
least once myself.
We were the youth choir..and did the evening services..I guess it was a way to
keep us teenagers and near teens away from tv or some horrible other pursuit
like hanging out with each other.
Without displaying our usual teenage embarassment, we agreed to dress as cool
as possible. The girls could wear slips under the choir robes and me  could
dispell with our trousers. There were giggles and a few whispered comments
about lack of underwear....but our leader just tolerated out foolishness.
We left to go home for dinner and returned hours later to prepare. After some
warming up..our voices that is, the men and ladies separated for the big
strip.
I had seen most of the guys in their underwear..hell, I had seen most of them
naked over the years..but there was something sensual, even naughty about our
taking off our pants and putting our choir robes on. The feeling of the
material was enough to make me hard....let alone the kidding around. Todd was
crawling around threatening to up under our gowns. 
"You've done it before" someone said.
Now all this may sound unlike church talk, but you know that not everyone who
goes to church are puritans. So it was with us and most kids our age.
Girls were giggling, men were whispering and an occasional goose got
everyone's attention as we lined up to file into the hot hot sanctuary. The
door opened and we could feel the heat as we went up the stairs into the choir
loft.
The church was full. People were fanning themselves, men in shirts and ties
had already taken their coats off and loosened their ties. Most of us men had
unbuttoned our shirts under our robes too leaving only the collar and tie in
place. My nipples were erect from the satin rubbing against them occasionally.
Kendle, the preachers son, sat next to me. He and I had been friends for years
and even went on double dates together. Better yet, he and I had learned to
masturbate together after skinny dipping years ago.
So it wasn't too surprising that he put his hand under my robe to grab my
package and I had to rib him without showing we were acting like kids up
there. My parents would see what went on..so would everyone.
We sang the opening song and the preacher began his sermon. For some reason
the heat of hell seemed to inspire him and his usual drone went on and on.
The thump got everyone's attention. Mark had fallen over....fainted from the
heat. Kendle and another kid fanned him and helped him from the loft.
The preacher blessed us and continued. 
They were gone for some time. I got a note from the Choir Master to go
downstairs and tell them to return..but Mark could stay there to keep cool. I
quietly slipped out the back and down the stairs.
There wasn't anyone in the choir room. I noticed the door to the basement was
open and went downstairs. In the basement was where we'd smoke, tell dirty
jokes and even jack off once in awhile.
Nobody would suspect what was going on in the basement of the church, which is
why we went there.
I called out but didn't get a response. I heard sounds..and saw one choir robe
discarded on the floor.
As I peeked around the corner I saw my friend Kendle on his hands and knees,
buck naked. His underwear and shirt were in another pile on the floor. Mark
was kneeling in front of him getting a blowjob and the other kid was ramming
his cock into Kendle's nice round ass. 
Both boys still had their robes on..open down the front..and I was so turned
on immediately I can't describe it.
I stood there watching and loving the sight of sex. I had fantasized about
Kendle and me having sex but outside of some mutual masturbation, it didn't
happen. 
The kid who was fucking his butt, Adamson pulled out his cock dripping with
sperm. He turned and smiled at me. His lips said "your turn" but there was no
sound. Kendle didn't turn around to see what was going on.
I moved behind him and unzipped my robe...putting my cock in the sperm
slickened butthole of my best buddy and held his bare hipbones.
I fucked and fucked.....and shot my load deep inside him.
Mark was still fucking his mouth and Adamson had stayed to pet my butt and
reach under Kendle to stroke his cock.
Kendle apparently didnt' notice that there were now three boys using him.....
I pulledout and zipped up..pulling Adamson with me. We went back to the choir
loft and acted like nothing went on downstairs.
Moments later , Kendle came back and whispered to me "you won't believe what
went on downstairs".
His father asked what took so long and Kendle lied about Mark having to regain
consciousness then acted sick so they had to take him to the basement to cool
off. At least part of what he said was true.
As we at on the banks of the creek, the same on where years ago we had skinny
dipped and jacked off together, Kendle admitted to me what went on.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" he had expected me to react to his
admission of having queer sex.
Instead of replying I took my shirt off and then my pants. He sat watching.
"you me here" I said quietly and reached to pull his shirt off. 
We were naked again...on the same grassy slope where we learned about
masturbation.
We kissed, touched, petted, sucked and I fucked him while he lay on his back.
He pushed me over and fucked me too. Our sperm shot all over the two of us and
we lay together with it squeezed between us.
"That was me earlier" I said.
Kendle wouldn't believe it..then slowly remembered Adamson pulling out and
then shoving back into him.
"I thought he had jacked until he was hard again..but there was a difference"
We kissed and began a new part of our lives as friends and lovers.
So I, the PK's FRIEND (preacher kids friend) became the PK LOVER.
And down in the coolness of the basement under the sancturary, we made love
often...sometimes alone and sometimes shared our lust with others.
It was a hot summer...and a cool basement.
And I praise HIM for making it all happen.