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Baby Boomer's Dream, Part 3
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Payback at School:
Since it was Friday afternoon when the reckoning in the park happened, followed by my sweet late afternoon with John and Mary, I did not have to go to school for a couple days. I needed that cooling off period, and in fact was still a little worried about how the tough guys might still have some getting even to do. And I have until next weekend to come up with the plan for Janice and me to earn $50 each, if I can get Janice, and my parents, to go along. Janice had seen the debacle with the BMA in the park, but knew nothing about that strange couple that saved me, and took me home. Good old big sis also never said anything to the parents about the entire event, I thank my lucky stars.
Over the course of the weekend, I convinced Janice what a great chance this was to make $50, in 1960 dollars! Sure, we would be naked and serving food and drink at a party in a private home to a bunch of strangers, but believe me, John and Mary were a little weird, but I did not sense any danger from them. They liked naked young people, and their friends liked naked young people, and they did not want to do anything that would attract law enforcement to their parties, or be involved in a crime investigation afterwards. I got Janice on board, and she had a plan to get our parents to let us out together on the following Saturday night until around 8PM.
But there was still the Monday through Friday at school ahead.
On Monday, over the classroom speaker (from the principal's office), my teacher was instructed to send me down to the office. Sometimes it was something simple, like an important message from a parent about going to grandma's house instead of home after school, something like that. But I knew better. I was probably in trouble for something.
Father Harold was in the office with Sister Superior. That could not be good. All I knew about Father Harold was that he was in charge of altar boys, and even though I had applied a couple times, and was a straight A student who had never been in trouble, he had not selected me. There were stories about how he had his favorites, but most teachers have favorites, so the priest in charge of maintaining church decorum with grade school boys serving at mass also probably had boys he could count on, and they were his favorites.
"I have gotten a disturbing report of something you did, young man, and I need to look into this," began Sister Superior. "I have been told you exposed yourself in class behind Sister's back. Is that true?"
"What? Who ever told you that! You know there are kids here who don't like me because I get straight A's and the sisters like me. They probably decided to make up something to get me into trouble!"
"I am concerned about this, but I think this needs to be a man-to-man, rather, man-to-boy discussion, so I am going to leave it to Father Harold to talk to you. I will go do some other duties and come back when you are done,".
Father Harold had gotten the report from a girl who was just a little too good. He believed it. I had to make up some story to cover myself. She had even told Sister Superior and Father Harold, that I had "an erection". No kid talks like that, except very good little girls who are squealing. What am I going to make up?
"That can't be, Father, because I have not passed puberty yet and do not get erections. She made that up."
"Really, you seem mature enough, but there is a way we can test what you are saying," he smiled. Hmm, a test? I usually pass tests, but I am beginning to get a suspicion that this is an unorthodox test. "Stand on this chair in front of me, and drop your pants,".
I must have looked surprised, but he assured me that since it was just us guys, this was perfectly normal and not a problem. I was nervous enough that I knew I was not erect, but I was not sure where this test was going, although I had an idea what might happen next. With my pants around my ankles, and standing on a chair, my little cocklet was at the perfect height to be examined. "Let's see how it reacts," he said, as he started to fiddle with my tiny little organ. It started to grow a little, despite my anxiety. Then it started to grow a little more, then...Father Harold opened his mouth and sucked my cock into it! Oh Jeez, you can bet your ass it grew then.
Father Harold had a sucking technique par excellence. He didn't suck hard, he sucked by using his tongue and cheeks and giving my cocklet, now a full fledged cock, a mouth massage, He kept working my cock all around, sometimes sucking my balls into his mouth as well, sometimes just fondling my balls as he massaged my cock with an incredibly well-trained tongue. Where does a priest learn such cock-sucking skills!
He kept this up for several minutes while I just tried to maintain my balance, and my cool. I found the best way to do both those things was to hold onto his head while he gave my cock the best bath I could ever imagine getting at school. His fingers started grasping my ass. There was a jar of something, not holy water, on the desk and he stuck a finger into it, and then stuck the same finger up my butt hole. It slid right in, slick as a whistle. OK, now this was getting serious. My cock was aching with pleasure, my balls were going into overdrive, and now I had his finger up my ass, working in and out, while his other hand was holding my balls and working them with his fingers and his palm. Too much! I blasted out my newly developed ability to shoot cum. I shot into his mouth, and he didn't miss a beat. He kept on sucking gently and tongue-massaging the whole time, but he did slip his finger in farther than anything had ever been in my butt, and held it there as I came. I came. I breathed again.
Father Harold straightened up. "Well, I think we have learned something." What I was learning was that he gave great head, and now he had an enormous bulge in the front of his priest robe. He went to the door and looked out. "Oh, Sister, there you are, please come in."
"Oh, he doesn't have any pants on," she astutely observed. You can't fool a grade school principal, they know a bare ass boy when they see one.
"I had to test him, Sister. I think we can accept his assurance that he is unable to generate an erection, so he must be innocent."
"Really?"
"Yes, in fact you may want to test him yourself while he is in position to be tested."
"Well, maybe I should," she decided, and all of a sudden I had another mouth sucking on my very tired cock. Now, since I had just come, I figured I wouldn't be able to get it up again right away, and Father Harold probably thought the same thing, so I would pass Sister's potency test with failing colors. Funny thing though, Sister was a damn good cocksucker, and her fingers, with the same gunk from the jar on her desk, were even nicer than Father Harold's fat fingers. I held onto her head for dear life as I felt my cock rising. It was actually a little achy from the extensive use, but soon I was distracted by something that took my mind off my achy, brakey, cock. Father Harold had never lost his bulge, but while Sister was giving me another dose of head, Father Harold was getting a dose of tail, and Sister was getting a cock up her walk.
Father Harold had opened his priest robe enough for me to see a prodigious erection. It was pink and rosy, much like his face, and his hair around his cock was the same ginger as the hair on his head. After brandishing his impressive tool, he stepped behind Sister, who was bent over a bit to get her face into my crotch, and was focused on sucking and massaging my cock and balls, with a finger in and out of my butt. Father Harold hoisted her skirts as he hoisted his petard, and he thrust into the Sister of Charity's Love Tunnel. She gulped a little when his eagle landed in her nest, but she kept up her ministrations.
We were quite the threesome. I was standing mostly naked on a chair in front of a nun who was blowing me with gusto, while she was receiving a full-throttled fucking from the priest standing behind her, the same priest who had already sucked my pre-teen cum about 15 minutes ago. I realized we were ALL getting laid in one way or another, and it was pretty cool. Plus, I doubted I was in any trouble..
I came. Sister sucked it all down, wasted not a drop. She held onto the arms of the chair as Father Harold lurched and spasmed, and she came immediately after. They were gasping. She turned around and sucked all the cum off his cock so he could put it away clean, then she lay on her back on the floor, and had me clean her cunt with those moist wipes that come in a plastic tube, kind of like the ones you use when changing a baby's diaper. Her desk was prepared for all eventualities. I got to examine the oldest cunt I had ever seen, and to look at it while cum was flowing out of it. Not my come, but Father Harold's. OK, not every pre-teen's dream, but educational nonetheless. Apparently Father Harold and Sister Superior had more going on than would meet the eye, except mine eyes had seen the glory.
Sister Superior was the first to speak, "Well, young man, it appears you were not totally truthful about your ability to achieve an erection, but granted that it is highly unlikely that you would have had any help in the classroom, and I did have to test you for some minutes before you actually responded, I will accept your explanation. I think we should consider this case closed, and there should be no further discussion of either the accusations, nor the resolution, of this affair. You are free to go."
But Father Harold had something to say, "I concur with Sister, and by the way, your application to become an altar boy is hereby approved. You have demonstrated knowledge and diligence, and by that I am referring to your academic record, and I believe you would make a fine altar boy. In fact, your initiation will be Saturday morning, to help me clearing the garden of the summer remains and weeds, so I can prepare for winter planting. I expect you to show up at 9AM, and expect to spend about 3 hours. This is normal for all new altar boys, to demonstrate this honor is important enough to them that they will work for it."
"Absolutely, Father, and, Sister, if you need any special chores done at the convent any time, I would certainly be willing to help out, and lend you a helping hand. Thank you for exonerating me."
I suppose at this point I might have pointed out the scandal that was soon to befall the Church, regarding priests sexually abusing young boys, and how the Boston Globe would eventually write a damning series of articles, naming names. All hell would break loose in the Church, and the sins of the father would become public knowledge. Of course, I believe that taking advantage of, and hurting, youngsters is not defensible, but I also recognize, as has been pointed out by serious writers like Dan Savage in the early 21st century, that love with a youngster that neither hurts nor impedes the youngster's growth and development is really not such a bad thing. In truth, in my case, I was not being taken advantage of. I knew full well what was going on, and in fact was actively pursuing it with the mind of an experienced person. I was in reality better educated than my teachers, and more intelligent than the priest who was getting his jollies with me. I was not being hurt one bit, so why should I rain on their parade? I was also hoping against hope that I would have an opportunity to learn the mysteries of the convent. I think I may have just made a first baby step in that direction, and I am sure there is more to learn.
My parents were happy and enthusiastic that I was being selected for altar boys, and were perfectly happy with my giving my Saturday morning to my "initiation" in the garden of the rectory. They never suspected any tree of the knowledge of good and evil existed, but I had my suspicions. All in good time. This little benefit also made it easier for my big sis to get my parents to approve of my accompanying her on her "babysitting job for the two little boys of John and Mary". You know, and I know, there was no babysitting involved, but my parents only knew that a couple who lived a couple blocks away were willing to pay $5/hour for my sister to take care of their two little boys from 5-8 PM, and in the early 60's, $5 was well above the going rate. She needed me though, because I could actually play with the boys better than her, and she would share the money with me. The plan was in motion for Saturday evening.
Saturday comes:
Saturday morning, promptly at 9AM I showed up for work, in my jeans and t-shirt. The weather was still quite nice, especially for late October. To my surprise, I was not alone. Dickie, the current favorite altar boy, was likewise helping in the garden. I did not care for Dickie much, but he fitted the overall image of "favorite" altar boy. He was a little chubby, his secondary masculine sexual traits were not well developed for his age; he might have looked like what you would expect from a Vienna choir boy, or a eunuch. But he was in his last year of the elementary school (included grades 1-8) and would be off to high school next year, no longer serving in the altar boys. I used to be chubby, but ever since my "reincarnation" I had stopped eating so many desserts because I knew where that was leading, and I had a better sense of self-discipline than I had the first time around.
Anyway, we worked hard in the garden for about an hour, and got pretty much everything we needed to get done, finished. We were dirty and sweaty. Father Harold was impressed that I seemed to understand intuitively what to do with a garden. I think he was also getting impressed with my muscular development, in fact, I was something of a contrast to Dickie, but if Father had previously thought that only pudgy boys would be susceptible to his approaches, our Monday morning "investigation" had opened his mind to the possibilities.
"Well boys, you have done a great job here, but I don't want to send you home to your mothers all dirty and smelling bad, so let's go get cleaned up."
The housekeeper smiled at us as we came in, and she shook her head silently as we went upstairs. Father ran a tub, a pretty large tub, probably because rectories frequently housed older fat priests, with warm water and some liquid soap. "Hop in boys, we'll get the dirt off you, and maybe we'll get a treat afterwards", he smiled.
Dickie was starting to show some hair around his pubics, and maybe a little under his arms. I think he was outgrowing Father's image of an attractive boy, and he knew it. While Father went to fetch some towels, he said "So you're thinking you can be the new favorite, are you? Well let me tell you something, I am still number one, and don't you get pushy. I get the Saturday wedding masses, and the tips, and I get the schooldays funerals where I get out of class for a couple hours. Don't try to take that stuff from me, or you will be sorry."
"No problem", I said. "I don't need the tips, and most funerals have 4 altar boys anyway for the incense and holy water. There's plenty to go around". By now we were both naked and standing in the tub. "Let's just go along with this and start soaping each other".
Dickie was surprisingly responsive to my friendlier approach, and sure enough, we started soaping each other up, and actually enjoying the bath in this strange new environment. We are both uncircumcised, and we started washing each other's cocks and balls, sliding the foreskins back and forth with our soapy hands. I got on my hands and knees, facing away from him, and told him to soap my ass crack. He went straight for it, soaping it thoroughly, and then cleaning my insides with his finger. In fact, he did this a few times, and then figured out he could do that, and reach under through my legs and work my cock at the same time. This was cool, in the priest's rectory bath tub getting my ass, cock, and balls all soaped and cleaned by a pudgy altar boy. I wondered if he had ever done this with Father. In any event, he was giggling and doing a pretty darn good job, and then suggested switching around. But just then, Father came back.
Smiling at the scene, he announced, "Boys, I have to piss really badly, so I am just going to go ahead and do it. I am sure you are not offended", we assured him we were not. We both watched as he pissed a hard stream into the toilet, then, with his cock still out, went to the sink to wash his cock head. We must have looked a bit surprised, because he explained himself. "Well, I see you both are not circumcised. That is a good thing. Those poor Jew boys are all circumcised, and so they do not have a foreskin to protect their sensitive little penis head, so it gets toughened up and is less sensitive. That means they don't feel as much with it, and when they reach sexual maturity, they can't enjoy the feelings as much. You will not have that problem. But, there is something you need to know. Because you piss through that layer of skin, if you are not real careful your prick will sometimes start to smell bad when you pull the foreskin back, so cleanliness is VERY important. I always wash my penis when I piss at home, and keep it clean, sometimes with peppermint soap. Let me show you how clean is looks and smells!".
With that he presented his penis to us, with his foreskin pulled back. "See how nice it is, nice enough that you probably want to see if it tastes as fresh as it smells,".
That sounded like a hint, so I took the hint. This was a big cock for a pre-teen mouth, but I did pretty well with it. I sucked on it for him, working it with my mouth as well as possible. While I sucked and licked, and drooled all over it, Dickie continued to soap my cock. When he called for his turn, I let him take over the cock-sucking. I took over the cock fondling. Our motions were causing some splashing, so it seemed a good idea for Father to take his clothes off, and squeeze into the tub with us. He stood between us, while we kneeled. Dickie sucked his cock like a pro, and I started soaping his ass crack and reached through to soap his balls. Dickie's mouth was not big enough to suck cock and balls, so Father was getting his knob washed in Dickie's mouth, while his balls were getting washed by my hands, and his ass was getting washed and fingered by my other hand. I think this was the first time Father had done a 3-way, and he was really getting off on this. He started to work his penis back and forth in Dickie's mouth, and Dickie responded by working that cock with his tongue and cheeks on the forward thrust, and then sucking the head of the cock with his lips on the withdrawal. I started fingering his ass with the same rhythm, fingering in deep on his backward thrust, and teasing the rim on his forward thrust. If I had another hand I could have jerked myself, but my poor neglected hardon just had to do without for now. Dickie's hands were on the priest's hips in order to control his rhythm, so his cock was likewise neglected. Father was totally getting his rocks off, and we had stiffies that begged for attention and wiggled and swayed with our motions. Then Father cried out some kind of Latin prayer and totally went into a full body spasm, and shot multiple load of cum into Dickie's mouth, while Dickie kept his lips plastered shut on Father's cock, taking every shot like a man. As Father sunk to his knees, Dickie let some cum drool from his mouth into the bathwater. He was pretty tired out from the sun, the garden, and the apple of knowledge of good and evil. I admit, I was a little frustrated with my role, but both of them were too beat to start another chapter.
Father Harold watched us get dressed then brought us downstairs where the housekeeper gave us cookies and milk for being such good helpers. I noticed she never looked any of us in the eye, but was praying on her rosary beads whenever not actually serving the treats. Obviously to me, I was not the first "favorite" to bathe in the warmth of the rectory.
Although we gardeners were clean, our clothes were not. When I came home my Mom and sister were in the kitchen, where Sis was having some milk and something to eat. I went into the kitchen, where my Mom was sorting out laundry to be cleaned, and said hi, gave my mother a kiss on the cheek and told her we had done a really good job gardening and Father Harold was suitably impressed. This pleased her of course. I said I was going to go to my room and change my clothes, but Mom stopped me.
"You are not going to track that mud and clippings and grass stains upstairs, young man. Give me those dirty clothes right now; they need to be go into the laundry!".
"Mom, Janice is right here, you don't want me to take these off in front of her!".
"Oh, for Pete's sake, stop making such a big deal about it,".
I shrugged, and removed my shoes, socks, t-shirt, jeans, and underwear and dropped them into the nearest laundry basket.
"Oh, for Pete's sake! I didn't mean to take off your underwear, your sister is sitting right here!". Apparently, we cared deeply about Pete's sake, whoever he is, and whatever that was.
I was still facing them, and protested I was only doing what she told me to do. My mother informed me it was very inappropriate for my sister to see me naked, and for me to have exposed myself. Of course, as the back and forth continued, I was always up for a good debate, I continued to be starkers and facing them directly. Mom was very distressed and embarrassed that my unfortunate sister would be witness to such an egregious faux pas on my part, but what of my sister's reaction? Well, she thought this was so funny, and was so caught by surprise by my flashing exposure, that she started to laugh with a mouth full of milk, tried to control herself so she wouldn't spit it out, but lost out to nature when her laughing and coughing drove the milk right up and out her nose. My Mom is beside herself, I am nude (but not stiff), and my sister is oozing milk out her nose, when in walks little Allison.
"How come you are showing Mom and Janice your thing? And why does Janice have milk coming out her nose, and why is Mom waving her arms? Hey, your little thing looks funny", and in her childlike (well, she in fact is a child at about 5 years old) innocence she reached out and wiggled my little penis like it was a toy.
Well, that blew Mom's mind. She screamed and collapsed into a kitchen chair, and told me in no uncertain terms to get myself up to my room and get dressed. And my father would talk to me later about this. I chuckled inwardly, as I knew my father had no desire at all to get into a "discussion" (or debate) about what just happened, and why, and whether or not it was my fault. I, on the other hand, would welcome such a debate. For whatever reason I was lately finding myself engaging in debates with my father about things I considered reasonable, and things he considered unquestionable because he had always followed the rules, and did not question them. I was enjoying these debates more than he was, because I think I have a bigger ego than he does, and he just wants to do the right thing and not have to wonder why.
But that would not be tonight. Tonight Sis and I had a "babysitting" gig, which was going to be truly revolutionary when we played the proper dining and serving staff, in the nude, for John and Mary's off group of adult friends. And we were getting paid $50 each for about 3 hours work. Totally rad!