Altar Boys
 by: Hankster

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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.

Posted: 07/04/14