The Altar Boy

The Altar Boy

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The Altar Boy

By Francis Scott

Here I am sitting at my desk. Daydreaming and thinking about my life so far and my childhood. Also, wondering how my wife's day is going. She's a pediatrician and finished her residency when we were both attending the same university.

Never in a thousand years did I think I would get married.

I guess what they say, love at first sight is true. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. And we just clicked. We'd sit together in the university cafeteria and eat our lunch together. Things keep progessing and we decided to get married. But not until we finished university.

Here I am, a senior partner in my investment firm after one year.

But I'm digressing. Let's get back to my childhood and how I got to where I am now.

Derk lived down the hill on the Jessie Mine Road. He was a so so friend. I'm not sure if he was even a friend. He was a smart ass and liked to show off and thought he was a big shot. Probably because he got no attention at home. His parents, Jim and Janice, seemed to be always arguing. So I suppose that was how he made up the difference, since he didn't get any parental support.

Derk had one sister Debra who aways hung out with her cousin Billie.

I lived in what was called Midway. It was between two towns. I lived in a new house that my parents had built. I lived about half way down the big hill off the main highway.

Behind the house was a lot of trails that went to all over the place. I generally took the trail that went down to the Jessie Mine Road, rather than walking out on the main highway.

Derk was in the same grade as me in school. We rode the school bus, but we didn't sit together. He sat more to the back and I sat towards the front.

I wasn't popular in school, probably because I didn't play sports. I was more of a nerd and stayed to myself at school. I got picked on a lot and bullied at school. I always looked forward to the last class when I knew I would be leaving school and going home on the school bus.

My dog, brownie, was always waiting for me in the driveway when I got off the school bus. Brownie was my best friend. He was a smart dog and I could tell he was listening when I would talk to him and tell him how my school day went and if I was bullied or picked on.

My name is Phil and I'm overweight for my size. I like to eat and I eat a lot. I think because of being nervous and always bullied. That was another reason I wasn't popular in school.

I did okay in school and was put in accelerated classes when I started high school.

Everytime I walked down to Derk's house. He was outside playing, usually with Mike. Mike lived at the end of the Jessie Mine Road and he was a couple grades ahead of us. He was a little bigger kid and always followed along with what Derk wanted to do.

I don't know why I walked down to Derk's house. Every time I did, they always started picking on me. Shoving me around and hitting and kicking me. I didn't have anyone else to play with, so I suppose that's why I always I walked down to his house. I kept my dog, Brownie tied up at home. I didn't want him going down there and trying to defend me.

Derk was a tall skinny kid. He looked like a minature version of his dad. Derk's dad was tall and not skinny. I guess slender. His dad was a Master Electrician and worked for the local power company. He made a lot of money, but according to Derk, his mom was never satisfied. She was high maintanence and was always demanding more.

I think I was in Derks's house once in all the times I went there. I don't think his mom liked me. I didn't really care. I knew she spent a lot of time with her sister, Jewel, who lived almost directly across from Derk's house. The sister's always lived close to each other. They were pretty much inseperable. Jewel, ran her own hair styling salon.

Derk's dad died of a heart attack when we were finishing high school. According to Derk, his mom got a big settlement from the Power Company and his life insurance policy. So she was living the life style she liked. And didn't really miss her husband.

I had another good friend, Ralph, but he lived way down at the bottom of the hill and then about another quarter of a mile off the main highway. We became friends riding the school bus. He was one year behind me in school. A big kid. I think he looked big because of wearing leg braces and using crutches. He had polio and at the time there was really nothing the doctors could do. Living a long ways away, we never had a chance to get together, only on the bus and a little at school.

I knew I was gay, before I knew what the word meant. I liked looking at the boys in the lockerroom and showerroom when we were in PE classes. My older cousin, a couple grades ahead of me in high school, would stay over at our house sometimes. He showed me about masturbation and how good it felt to have my cock fondled and played with while I did the same to him. At first, we jerked each other off, but with more experience and as we got older we got into sucking. My cousin didn't like anything with the ass and I had no idea what that was all about. I was already eighteen when we started fooling around. The way my birthday fell. I would be nineteen when I graduated from high school. Legally I was an adult. But I sure didn't look like it. My cousin was nineteen and a big kid.

Sometimes Derk would stay over at my house. He was a completely different person without his so called friends. He was actually a rather nice guy without them. We would get naked and crawl into my bed. We would feel each other and he would start laughing. I would ask him why he was laughing. He said he was ticklish. But that didn't last long. Because we soon moved.

I was already in high school and my parents decided to sell the new house. I heard my parents talking and it seemed the taxes were too high and the highway department was deciding to make the main highway into a freeway and the house would be too close to the new freeway. My parents sold the house while I was on summer vacation from school. They rented a nice sized apartment in the town where my best friend had moved. I'd only be about a block from my best friend.

My good friend parents, had a two story house they were renting and decided to move into it. They lived downstairs and rented the upstairs.

It worked out great for us. I had only about a block to walk now to get to my friends house. It was easier for me to walk to his house, than for him to come to my house.

I think my parents were renting, because they still were finalizing the sell of their new house. Also, I think they were looking for a house to buy. I was guessing. I never heard them talking about buying a house.

My best friend was glad when I told them we were moving to the same town and would be only a block away from each other.

Ralph, my best friend, was a big kid. He was strong and had super upper body strength. Using crutches really built up his upper body. He was a super nice guy. And we liked to fool around. He would only fool around with me. I never asked him why. Even though I was in my last year of high school. I was eighteen at this time, and my best first had just turned eighteen. He already had a big cock. It was seven inches hard and thick and his balls were big. He liked me to suck his balls and then lick and suck his big hard shaft. Ralph also liked things in his hole. He always told me to shove a couple of fingers up his hole when I sucked him. It didn't take him long to cum. He had big loads.

I was a measly four and half inches hard. Ralph didn't really like reciprocating, unless he was super horny and then he would suck me. My balls were small and I was hoping I would have a growth spurt. I was born premature and I think it slowed down my growth. I was hoping that was what it was and I would soon start growing.

Ralph's mom, and another lady that lived in town and my mother had all went to school together and were good friends. They liked playing cards and two or three other ladies were always invited. I knew that the lady that invited my mom to play cards, her husband was the chief of police for our two small adjoining towns. I only knew he was chief of police because his younger brother was in the same grade as me and I would hear him talking about his big brother, the chief of police.

The chief of police was pushing thirty years old, his brother in my grade was the same age as me eighteen and was glouting his legal age.

The brother that was in my class, was a big show off. And he would aways strut his stuff in the lockerroom and showerroom and wave his big cock around. I had heard that the brothers had big cocks. I guess the rumors were true. And they liked both men and women.

The brother in my grade was good in sports, so that made him very popular in high school.

My mother told me if I wasn't doing anything, to go with her when they had their next card game. I was wondering if I was that desparate to get out of the apartment and to a bunch of ladies talking and gossiping. What would I do? I don't play cards and I would have nothing to contribute. But somehow my mother coaxed me into going the next time. I didn't really remember how she managed that.

Anyhow, I got into her car and she drove the short distance to her friend's house. There were a couple of other cars parked there and a pickup truck. So I figured the other ladies must already be there. We walked in and I could hear the ladies talking. My mother joined them and suddenly the chief of police appeared. He asked me what I was doing here and I told him I had no idea. Somehow my mother had managed to bring me. He asked me if I wanted to go for a drive and get out of the house. That sounded like a good idea. He was off duty.

The chief of police was a big man. He must have been six feet four or five and around two hundred and fifty pounds. He wasn't fat. He was solid and all muscle.

The chief of police told his wife and my mom that we were going for a drive. I didn't hear him say where we were going. I noticed he grabbed a beer out of the frig and asked me if I wanted one. I told him no. I could drink beer at home, but I didn't really like the taste. He told me to go ahead and get into the pickup truck and he'd be right back. He told me to hold onto his open beer. He was probably watching me from the house and seeing if I was drinking his beer.

He soon came out of the house and I noticed a big bulge in his tight pants. He wasn't in uniform. He got into the truck and I handed him his beer. He took a long swig of beer and then put it into a holder. I have a good idea where we should go. I think we'll drive out to the dumps.

I was wondering why he wanted to drive to the dumps. Maybe he was going to shoot me and bury me there with the garbage. Or kill me with a knife. All these weird thoughts were going through my mind. I was probably watching too many murder mysteries on the tv. I was sweating and getting really nervous. I wasn't familiar with this town and I had no idea where the dumps were located and if he was going in the right direction.

The chief of police turned off on a dirt road that went up a short incline. Soon we were on top of the dumps. It was more of a landfill. They would plow out a section of dirt and then dump the garbage and cover the garbage over with the dirt.

Their was nobody there and he said, "I need to take a leak. You want to join me?"

Talk about weird. How many guys ask you if you want to take a leak with them. I could see a big tube going down his left pant leg. I thought what the heck. "Sure, I need to take a leak too."

We got out of his truck and he walked over to the edge and he hauled out one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen. My good friend Ralph was big. He was about 9.5 inches thick and cut after his last growth spurt. I was starting to be able to deep throat him. This monster I saw him haul out, had to be over ten inches thick and cut and it looked like he was leaking precum.

"You don't have to stand way over there. Come over here and we can piss together."

Now on a good day. I might be pressing six inches. Not very thick and I'm not cut. The foreskin slides over the head of my cock. When I get hard it pulls back and stays behind the head. I wasn't sure if I wanted him to see my little cock compared to his.

I walked over a little closer with my pants hanging down to my knees. He had slid his pants and underwear down to his ankles. I tried not to stare, but when a big cock like that is close to you, how can you resist.

He took me by surprise. "You like what you see?"

I couldn't deny it. He was bigger than his brother's in school with me. "Yeah. I've never seen a cock that big."

He finished pissing and was shaking off the last drops of piss. He looked like he was stroking his cock and not really shaking the piss off. He was starting to get hard.

"Well, why don't you get closer and take a feel of this big boy."

I moved closed to him. Our naked hips almost touching. I reached over and grabbed a hold of his big hard cock. It was warm to the touch. I couldn't get my fingers all around it, it was so thick. I could barely get my fingers around my friend's cock.

Now I was already eighteen at this time. But without having a growth spurt. I was only about five feet two inches and overweight. I didn't tell the chief of police my age.

He leaned his head back and grabbed my hand. Making me stroke his cock faster. "Work that cock good. My wife doesn't want to do anything anymore and I knew you like cock. That's why I brought you up here to the dumps."

Well, that was a nice revelation. I wasn't sure how to answer him. "What made you think I liked cock?"

"You have that quiet sissy boy look about you."

I didn't really like the way he said that. I'm not a dumb guy and I knew what to say if he wanted to continue on this path of insults.

I took my hand off his cock and pulled my up pants and started walking back to his truck.

"Where the hell you think you're going? Get your faggy ass back here and keep stroking my cock. Then I want you to suck on it."

"What about if I don't and wait for you in your truck?"

"You want to be a smart ass. I can make things difficult for you."

"And how do you plan to do that?"

"Well your mom is at my house right now playing cards. I can tell her how you liked stroking and sucking my cock."

I was thinking to myself. Isn't he the self-righteous dude. I'm going to tell him what I had planned.

"You can tell me mom whatever you want. However, when I tell her how you forced a young underage boy to have sex with you, I'm not sure how long you'll be chief of police. Who are the authorities going to believe? A man that is twice my size forcing himself on me, or a young small underage kid that is being the victim." I was smiling to myself, if he only knew that I was eighteen.

He started turning every color of the rainbow. "I suppose you think you're pretty clever?"

"Yes I do."

"I still want to have sex with you. And want you to jerk me off and suck me. I'll even jerk you off at the same time."

I was thinking, how generous of him. I thought it over for a couple of minutes. I really did like his big cock. However, we needed to have an understanding and I wanted to make sure the air was clear.

"I will jerk you off and give you a blow job. As long as this stays just between the two of us."

He reached over and we shook hands. "Deal?" "Deal."

I reached back over and started stroking him. He was moaning and told me when he got close he wanted me to wrap my lips and mouth around his big shaft and take his load. I agreed.

My mouth was stretched to the max. My good buddy didn't stretch my mouth like this guy. I slowly managed to get almost all of his cock into my mouth. I still had room to stroke him with one hand. He told me he was getting close. I tried opening my throat more to take all of him. He held the back of my head and rammed the rest of his hard shaft down my throat as he started cumming. His cock was spasming and jerking as he blasted out shot after shot of his hot cum down my throat and into my stomach. I thought I was going to pass out. I couldn't breath and was having trouble swallowing. He finally pulled his cock out and I swallowed and gasped for breath. He said, "damn, I haven't shot a load like that since I was a teenager. You've got one hot mouth and throat. We need to do this on a regular basis."

I just nodded my head. I was still regaining my senses and my breath. I told him, "as long you keep our agreement."

He told me no problem. Nothing to worry about. As hot as I was he didn't want to pass up opportunities to get off.

He surprised me by jerking me off and sucking out a big load from me.

He finished his beer and said we should probably get back. They may wonder what was taking us so long. On our way back he took his time and grabbed my hand and rubbed it over his big bulge. I took his hand off mine and squeezed and rubbed his bulge until we pulled into his driveway. All the cars were still there. So all the ladies must still be playing cards.

We got out of his truck and I saw him adjust himself. His big cock was going down the left side of his leg. You couldn't help but notice the bulge. He told me to go back inside. We had exchanged cell phone numbers in his truck and he told me he would get ahold of me when the time was right for our next session.

I walked in and I could hear the ladies laughing and they were still playing cards. My mom saw me and told me they were on their last game. We would be leaving when the game finished.

I saw the chief of police walk in and he headed over to the living room with another can of beer. He nodded to me and I followed him into the living room. He put a football game on the tv and we watched the game while the ladies finished their last card game.

I sat on the couch while he sat in a recliner. He told me quietly he would send me a message later and some photos. Also, when we could get together again for some more fun.

Maybe fun for him. But my mouth and throat were sore from his big rock hard cock. I hoped it would be awhile before he messaged me for our next get together.

My good buddy and I got together almost everyday after school. I walked down to his house after dinner and many times he would be in the shower. I just walked in. His parents didn't mind and neither did my good friend. I'd usually jerk him and then suck him off. I also, liked those big balls. I could only take one in my mouth at time, rolling them around with my tongue. He liked his ass played with. So I would stick a couple of fingers up his hole and that usually made him cum right away.

I remember another call I got from the chief of police. It was on the weekend and I had all my chores done. He called and said he would be by to pick me up. He had a great place he wanted to show me. No doubt a great place to have sex. At least my mouth and throat were back to normal. After the stretching they had to do on his big cock.

I told mom I was going with the chief of police. She told me she was glad. He didn't have a lot of friends and he had told his wife that he really liked hanging out with me. Little did they know that he liked to have everything hanging out.

I thought I heard his truck in the driveway. I looked out and he was parked in front of the garage. I told mom I was leaving and would be back later.

I climbed in and he handed me a beer. "Are you sure about me drinking beer and being underage?" Smilng to myself. If he only knew my real age.

"Don't worry about it. You're with the chief of police and nobody will bother us."

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise. I think you're going to like it?"

I was learning more of the back roads riding with him. We went down some gravel roads and came to a gate that was padlocked. He got out of the running truck and unlocked the gate. Where he got the key from, I had no idea. He drove through the gate and then got out again and relocked the gate. We kept driving down this gravel road that had grass growing down the middle. Obviously, this road hadn't been used in a long time.

I thought I saw water up ahead. I did. We came to a lake and he parked over on the side that seemed to be cleared. "Well, what do you think? This is pretty cool isn't it?"

"Yeah this is alright. But I didn't bring a swimsuit?"

That made him laugh hard. "We don't need swimsuits. The water will feel good on our naked bodies and along with some other things that will feel good."

I wondered what he had in mind today. So far it had just been sucking and jerking him. With him reciprocating sometimes.

We got out of the truck and walked down the gentle slope to the lake. This had been a beach at one time. There was a lot of sand and it wasn't rocky. "Was this a beach a long time ago?"

"Yeah. This was the public beach before the new one we have now on the lake in town."

He pulled out a small cooler from the back seat and carried it down to the beach. He handed me another beer. I was wondering if he was trying to get me drunk. I'm sure this second beer will get me thinking fuzzy and start slurring my words.

He said, "let's get nude. You can undress me first and then I'll undress you."

That was a surprise. I usually undressed myself. I walked over to him and unbuttoned his shirt and laid it on the ground. He kicked off his sneakers and I took his socks off when he lifted his feet. I undid his belt and top button of his shorts. I pulled the zipper down and could see a huge bulge pressing against the zipper. I slid his shorts down and his bulge was looking like it was going to rip his briefs. I slowly slid his briefs down. They got caught on his big boner and I had to lift his boner up and finish sliding the briefs down. Once his briefs slid down he kicked them off. His big hardon was hitting me in the face. "You know what to do." He told me.

I stood up and faced him. I wanted him to undress me first. He practically ripped my clothes off. Buttons on my shirt went flying in every direction. I didn't know how I was going to explain that to my mom. He soon had me naked with my almost six inch cock sticking straight out. I was probably almost six inches. As hard and horny as I was.

I got back down on my knees and took his big flared head into my mouth. As soon as it touched my lips it started oozing precum. I sucked out his precum and fondled and played with his big balls. He was already moaning. But told me he didn't want to cum until later. I sucked in a few inches of his rock hard shaft and stroked the rest.

He told me to get off. He didn't want to cum yet. He ran down to the lake and dove in. I followed him. For his size, he was a pretty good swimmer. I could hold my own swimming. But I wasn't fast or all that good.

He knelt down and told me get on his shoulders. My cock hadn't went down and it was poking and rubbing on his neck when I sat on his shoulders. He they threw me into the water. It was kind of fun. We did that a few times and then he said let's go up to the beach and have a cold beer and relax on the towels.

I spread out a couple of oversized beach towels while he grabbed us a couple of beers from the little cooler. He popped the beers open and I took a big swig of my beer. It tasted good. It wasn't hot out, but it was warm and the beer tasted good.

The chief of police seemed to be in a horny mood and moved close to me, so the sides of our bodies were touching. He reached over and started fondling and playing with my cock. He told me my little cock was fun to play with. He bent over and started deep throating me. I took a gulp of beer and let it run down my cock and then he licked and sucked the beer off. It didn't take me long to get close and I told him I was going to cum. He sucked me harder and I stiffened out and started shuddering. I squirted my load down his throat. He sucked me dry and milked out the last drops of cum. That was a surprise. He usually didn't let me cum in his mouth.

He got off me and laid back. He said, "you know what?"

"No. What?"

"I really like you. I think I'm falling for you. My wife doesn't put out anymore. She said she's tired of sex and doesn't want any more sex with me. You are filling that gap for me and I wish we were living together. We could have sex all the time."

I was flabbergasted and didn't really know how to respond to that. I finally said, "I'm sorry to hear about your wife. I'm glad I can help out. But I'm going to be graduating from high school soon and then I'll be leaving for college. So I don't see how we could live together. I would like that, but it won't work out."

"I know. I was just thinking out loud. It was wishful thinking. How about you taking care of me now?"

I had been sucking him long enough that I was finally able to deep throat his monster cock. My mouth and throat always hurt after, from being stretched so far. I bent over and slowly started sucking his thick head and then the shaft into my mouth and then slowly down my throat. He had his hands behind his head with a very contented look on his face. My throat muscles were wrapped tight around his cock. Almost like my hand was stroking him. He was moaning and grunting while I deep throated him. I could feel his big balls pulling up and he told me to get off. He wanted to see if we could do something else.

I had no idea what he had in mind. I saw him spit on a couple of his fingers and he told me to turn around. I felt one of his big fat fingers play around my hole. I didn't even know anything about what was happening. Soon the finger slid into my hole. It didn't hurt. It was kind of a weird feeling of some foreign object in my hole. He shoved more of his finger in. It still didn't hurt. His fingers were so big that felt like a small cock in my hole. He had that first finger in all the way and then started a second wet finger. The second finger was stretching me and it kind of hurt. He must have seen a grimace on my face and asked me if he was hurting me. I told him to go slow and I thought I could adjust. I managed the second finger. He started moving them around and stretching my hole. He was going slow and I was getting used to the strange feeling. There wasn't any pain now. Then he licked a third finger and started easing it in. I told him to go really slow, that it was really hurting. He asked me if he wanted him to pull his fingers out. I told him no. Just go really slow. He went slow and was very gentle. Finally, I thought I felt all of the third finger in me. He slowly moved them around and kept stretching me. If he was going to do what I thought he was. I wasn't sure about the big log of his going up my hole. But his three fingers felt like that girth of his cock.

He said, "let go back in the water and I think this will go easier and feel better."

We gulped down our beer. And then walked down to the water with an arm around each other. This was really turning into a great day. I think he really meant what he said about really liking me.

We got into the water until it was chest high. He told me to bend over and two fingers went into my hole easily with no discomfort. The third finger was a different story. He took his time again but, it didn't hurt as much as the first time. He told me, let's try something else.

He told me to bend back over and reach back and spread my cheeks. I could feel something hard and warmed pressing against my hole. I knew right away it was the head of his cock. He told me if hurt to let him know and he would stop. He tried pushing the head in, but my ring was resisting. He tried again, with the same results. I felt a couple more fingers in my hole. This time he worked his fingers around the entrance to my hole. I could feel my ring stretching. He pulled his fingers out and I could feel the head of his cock again. This time he pushed hard once and I could feel the head pop in. Wow, what a rush. The pain was almost overbearing. But I knew it was something he wanted to do and I was not going to stop him. I just told him to go slow and leave it there until I adjusted and relaxed.

He felt me relaxing and shoved in a couple of inches. The pain wasn't as intense, but it was still there. Maybe I was just going numb. He reached around and started stroking me. I think to get my mind off his big log going in my hole. I felt a couple more inches sliding in. And I got this weird feeling. The pain wasn't intense at all. It almost felt like sparks of electricity going through my body. I had never experienced anything like that before. He must have known what was happening. He told me that he had just rubbed over my prostate. I told him not to stop that it was starting to feel good.

He started stroking me faster and was kissing my neck and ears. I felt more of his cock slide into my hole and his cock was continually rubbing over my prostate. This was starting to feel good and I pushed back on him. That was all the encouragement he needed and he shoved in the last few inches. I could feel his big balls hitting my ass. He was stroking me faster and thrusting in and out of my hole. I heard him panting and gasping and I knew he was getting close. I was too with his rapid stroking of my cock. I soon hollered out that I was cumming. It caused my ass muscles to constrict on his big shaft and that sent him over the edge and I felt his big cock stiffen and start erupting in my hole. It must have taken close to a minute for him to stop cumming. He told me my hole was tighter than any pussy he had ever fucked. And he hoped we could do this more often. I felt his cock slowly slide out of my hole and I had this big empty feeling. We walked back up to the beach arm in arm and laid down on the towels with our sides facing each other.

He hugged me tight to him and we started kissing and tongue wrestling. The chief of police was turning into just the kind of boyfriend I had been too shy to look for. Unfortunately, in a few months I would be moving away.

He turned over and I heard him grabbing the last two beers from the little cooler. He popped them open and handed one to me.

We laid on our backs with our sides touching. Not saying anything and sipping on our beer.

Finally he asked me, "how does your ass feel. I hope I didn't hurt you too bad?"

"No. I feel fine. I'm a little sore for the first time. I might walk a little funny for the first couple of days. But nothing that I can't handle."

"Good. I'm glad to hear that. I was worried I might have hurt you bad and I sure didn't want to do that."

"I'm fine. Nothing to worry about. And like you said earlier to me, I think I'm falling for you too."

He gave me a big smile and kiss and then took my hand and laid it on his big soft cock. I fondled and rubbed the length of his cock. And I saw him get a big smile on his face.

It felt good laying together naked. We didn't say much. It was just nice being together. I kept playing with his cock. He soon reached over and started fondling me too.

It didn't take us long to get hard again. We moved around into a sixty nine and I deep throated his big log. He easily sucked me to my pubes. I felt him cupping my balls and sticking a couple of fingers into my hole. The fingers didn't hurt too much. I was a little tender around the opening. We were soon moaning and groaning and getting closer and closer to cumming. I felt his cock harden in my throat and felt him blasting into my stomach. I shot out a pretty impressive second load for me and he gulped it all down. We licked and sucked and cleaned each other off.

We finished our beer and he told me we should probably get ready to go. Neither one of us wanted to leave, but he said they had some friends coming over to visit and he should get home.

We were sun dried and slowly put our clothes on. Neither one of us was going fast. We didn't really want to leave. Once we were dressed he pulled me in for another hug and kiss and told me he would give me a text message when they could get together the next time. I folded the towels and he grabbed the little cooler. And we walked up to his truck. We put the towels and cooler in the back of the front seat. He pulled me in again for another hug and kiss. I thought I saw a tear in the corner of one of his eyes. He told me this was the best time he had ever had. I told him I had enjoyed myself too.

He started his truck and turned the truck around so we were heading to the gate. He opened the gate and drove through and then locked the gate. It didn't take long for him to arrive at my house. Before we reached my house, he kissed and hugged me again. He parked in the driveway and I got out and waved to him when he left.

I walked into the house and my mom asked me if I had a good time. I told her I did, but I needed to get some homework done for school tomorrow.

I grabbed a cold soda from the frig and walked upstairs to my bedroom. I got into my room and my cell phone starting ringing. It was the chief of police. He left a message, "I thought you might like these pics." He had sent me four pics of his big hardon and balls hanging down. I could feel myself getting hard and my ass started twitching.

I thanked him for the pics and told him I was going to be busy doing homework and studying for finals.

I think Derk missed me not visiting. He didn't have anyone to bully. He couldn't bully anybody at school. They all would have pounded the crap out of him. He didn't mess with me at school and I was glad about that. Now that I lived a long ways away from him. I had new friends and I was also closer to my best buddy.

Every Wednesday after school we had catechism class. Derk was in my class along with a few other students that I didn't know very well.

It happened this particular Wednesday, Father was attending our class. Our catechist told us how happy she was that Father was attending our class. She told us he would like to give a short talk first and explain why he was attending.

Father got up and stood in front of us. He told us he was looking for a new altar boy. One of the two altar boys would be leaving soon and he needed to get him replaced. He asked us if there was any volunteers. Nobody rasied their hand or stood up.

Father looked a little perplexed. I think he thought he would have a lot of volunteers. "Well, it looks like I don't have any volunteers. In that case I will have to choose a new altar boy. Derk, I'm choosing you to start training and being my new altar boy."

Derk didn't know what to say. I think he was surprised. He finally said, "thank you Father, it will be an honor to be an altar boy for you."

That seemed to please Father. Before he left, he told Derk that the catechist would help him in the duties of the altar boy and what all needed to be done. The catechist thanked Father and he left.

We finished our class and the catechist asked Derk to stay back and she would start his instructions and training on being an altar boy.

Class was over and we headed to our bikes and rode home.

I was wondering how Derk would do as an altar boy. He liked showing off and being the center of attention. I was sure he would plan something.

Sunday came around and we all went to church, as we always did. I wanted to see if Derk was working as an altar boy.

Mass started and I saw Derk wearing a red surplice and a white cassock. The same as the other altar boy. Derk seemed to do okay during mass. I was hoping he'd mess up and see Father get red in the face and talk to him after mass. But it didn't happen.

Mass ended and I didn't feel like sticking around. My parents wanted to go downstairs to the fellowship hall. I told them I was walking home. I didn't feel like staying. I told my parents I had studying to do for finals. Actually, I didn't want to have to talk to Derk and his smart-aleck attitude.

It would take me awhile to get home. The church was quite a few blocks from home. But I could use the exercise. I had experienced another growth spurt. And being taller helped me loose the extra weight. I was also happy, my cock had grown another inch and now I was close to seven inches hard and I thought my balls were bigger.

I arrived home. Not too bad, thirty minutes. I wasn't sweating but I wanted to get out of these church clothes. It was nice being in the house by myself. It gave me a feeling of what it would be like to be in college. But that was still aways away. I hadn't even graduated from high school yet.

I stripped out of my church clothes and put them away. It would be awhile before my parents got home. So I laid down on my bed naked and took out a ruler and my chart. The chart was showing the progress of my penis growing and the size of my balls.

I fondled and stroked my penis and got it hard. I used the ruler and I had grown one inch exactly. I was almost seven inches hard. I felt my balls and they felt bigger. Almost like the size of apricots. Which I jotted down on my chart. I was pleased. I was hoping I would have at least one or maybe two more growth spurts. I was now just over five feet nine inches. I wanted to be six feet tall. I don't know why. I just did.

I put some briefs and shorts on and a tshirt. I hauled out my books and started studying. Finals were still almost a month away. But I wanted to get a head start.

The weekend always seemed to go fast and it was time for school. I waited out in front for the bus. A few other neighborhood kids waited for the bus with me. They were all younger than me. So I didn't really know them.

Monday went fast and soon it was afterschool Wednesday and time for catechism. I was anxious to see if Derk would be attending or not. We all started arriving and I saw Derk walk in. Father wasn't here this time. The catechist got started and we finished our class. I thought I heard her tell Derk he would be helping Father this coming Sunday by himself. I thought that should be interesting. I'm sure he would have something planned. We all left and Derk stayed behind. He had the smirky attitude grin on his face.

Derk looked taller. I think he must have had a growth spurt too. He was still skinny, but I think that was hereditary from his dad.

Sunday rolled around and we all piled into dad's car and he drove us to church. Father greeted us at the entrance and we found the pews we usually sat in. I saw Derk getting things ready for mass. All the lights were turned off and the church seemed a little eerie.

Father had the altar area redone a couple of years ago. He had recessed lighting and a couple of bright lights in the front that shined up to the altar. It really made a nice ethereal effect.

The lights came on and the bell rang to announce Father. Derk walked ahead and then Father behind. They kneeled and then Derk took his respective spot while Father started Mass. It was time for communion and I saw Derk getting everything ready. I thought I heard some snickers and low laughs, but I didn't think anything about it.

Soon Father walked around to the front to serve communion and Derk followed with a little tray to put under the person receiving communion. There were definitely snickers and some laughing going on. I got in line for communion and I couldn't believe what I saw.

Where Derk was standing, was right in front of one of the lights shining up to the altar. Derk was naked under his cassock and you could see his outline with the light shining at him. He had definitely had a growth spurt. Father seemed to be getting a little annoyed and was wondering what all the snickering was about. I noticed an older lady whisper to Father and Father got beet red in the face. Father finished communion and he and Derk took their seats.

Mass finished and I thought I saw Father leading Derk by an ear to his office. Derk really did it this time. I was wondering what would happen to him. Father was a big man and he took Mass very seriously. I would have liked to have been a mouse in the corner of Father's office to hear what was said.

We left Mass and piled into dad's car and he drove us home. Nothing was said about Derk. And I sure wasn't going to mention anything. But I was wondering if my parents knew what had happened.

Once Father and Derk were in the hall going to his office. Father pulled on Derk's ear harder and was practically dragging him into his office.

They entered the office and Father told Derk to take a seat in front of his desk. Father sat down with a grunt and Derk sat down fidgeting and sweating. Father just sat in his desk chair glaring at Derk and not saying anything.

Finally Father said, "what do have to say for yourself?"

Derk was sweating profusely. He didn't know what to say. He thought it was pretty funny and nobody would notice. He forgot about the strong lights shining to the altar.

Derk didn't really know what to say. He was usually in control and this really put him in a quander. "I'm sorry Father. I thought nobody would notice. It's so warm wearing the cassock and surplice, I thought this would make it cooler."

"So you thought being naked under your vestitures would be cooler without thinking about the consequences?"

"Yes Father. I'm very sorry and it won't happen again."

"That's right. It won't happen again. Because this is your first and last time serving for me. Wednesday I'll be selecting a new altar boy."

"Now I want you to leave my office. Change your clothes and pray for an hour for forgiveness. That will give me time to figure out what I want to do about this."

Derk left the office with his head hanging down. He had never been in this situation before and he really didn't know how to handle it. He got changed and walked back out into the church and kneeled down in front of the Virgin Mary and started praying for forgiveness. He still couldn't help but think it was pretty funny what he had done. He was more concerned about what Father was going to do for punishment.

He started sweating again. Finally he heard Father's office door and was wondering if he was going to be coming out to the church.

Father came out and sat on a pew. He told Derk to sit down next to him. "Derk I did some serious praying and asking for forgiveness for you. I've come to a decision. I want you to come every Tuesday and Thursday after school and help the two ladies that clean the church. They will be instructed and will know that you will be here. I want you to do whatever they tell you. Is that understood?"

"Yes Father."

"Also, the gardener comes every Wednesday and I want you to work with him. I will tell him about you and you will do whatever he tells you."

"Yes Father."

"And finally on the days you're here. When you finish. I want you praying for forgiveness for an hour and then you can leave. Do you understand?"

"Yes Father."

"Okay Derk. You can leave and thank God every day that I wasn't stricter with you."

Derk was glad to leave. He was wondering what he would face when he got home. He wondered if his parents knew what had happened. His dad rarely got mad, but when he did. He had a paddle in his workshop with holes and he knew how to use it on Derk when he misbehaved. Derk was wondering if his dad was cleaning off the paddle and getting it ready.

Derk was still smiling, chuckling and laughing to himself about what he did. He thought it was pretty funny. He could easily deal with what Father wanted him to do.

Derk took his time going home. He had a feeling that it wasn't going to be pleasant.

He walked into the house and his mother told him his father was waiting for him in the garage. His mother didn't look at him and spoke with a very cold stern voice.

Derk knew this wasn't good. They knew what had happened at church.

Derk walked out of the house and walked slowly to the garage. He walked into the garage through the shop door on the side. He didn't see anybody and the garage was dark.

But he heard his dad. "Derk I'm over here, come over."

Derk saw a sawhorse and the paddle on the workbench. Also, he saw a washcloth. He wondered why that was there. Derk's dad didn't raise his voice, but he talked without any emotion or feeling.

You can drop your pants and drawers and bend over on the sawhorse. Derk knew not to argue with his dad. He did as he was told. Then he felt something cold and wet. He thought it was the washcloth. This wasn't going to be good. His butt wet and the paddle with holes in it.

Derk didn't look back. He just waited. He heard his dad pick up the paddle. "Your getting twenty five of the hardest swats I can give you. I want you quiet. If you make any noise or start squirming around. You'll get ten more swats. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

Smack came the first swat. It hurt like hell, but Derk kept his mouth closed and bit on his lower lip. Twenty four more to go. This was going to be hard to be quiet. The hard swats kept coming. Derk knew his ass cheeks had to be red. He could feel the heat. The water made the swats really sting. His dad was up to twenty swats and Derk was biting his bottom lip hard. He thought he could taste blood. Soon the swats finished, finally. Derk had kept his mouth shut and didn't move. It was hard to do. But he didn't want anymore swats.

"You can pull your drawers and pants up and then go to your room. We don't want to see you for the rest of the day. You'll be staying in your room and will only be leaving for school."

Derk slowly pulled his drawers and pants up and could feel the hot welts on his ass cheeks. He didn't see any blood on his fingers. He walked slowly and painfully into the house and up the stairs to his bedroom. His mom heard Derk slam his bedroom door and lock it.

She didn't care how Derk felt. He was a disgrace to his family and now what were her friends going to say about Derk's stunt at church. She would be the laughing stock with her friends. She was glad for the paddling and hoped Derk would start behaving himself.

Derk got his shower going and the cool water felt good on his ass cheeks. He thought he saw steam coming off his red cheeks. He had checked his ass out in the mirror. Long red welts were on both cheeks and they hurt like hell. He carefully dried off and laid down on his bed naked on his stomach. He turned on his ceilng fan and the cool air felt good. He had pulled out his books and started studying. Something he hated to do.

The next few days were the same routine. He went to school and did his penance at church. Finals were fast approaching.

I thought I should give Derk a call and rib him about his stunt at church. But I thought I'd keep my mouth shut. I knew his dad could be quite strict when he needed to be. I needed to concentrate on my finals coming up, and forget about Derk.

Finals came and went. I did good and at graduation I received an academic scholarship to a university to study Business Administration. I was pretty happy about that. My parents were happy for me. Actually, I think they were happy that my scholarship paid for my education.

During summer break before university started. My parents bought me a car, which surprised the heck out of me. I wasn't complaining. I did more research on my laptop on the university I would be attending. My good buddy would be starting his senior year in high school this fall when I started university.

I saw the chief of police a couple of times. We had a good time together, but I could tell he was thinking about me leaving in the fall.

The university I would be attending had an excellent Business Administration program and I was really excited to get started.

The summer went by fast and I drove once to the university to get familiar with the campus. Also, to check out my private room in one of the residence halls. I would need to arrive a week before classes started. That was for orientation. Someone would be assigned to me to show me around the campus and where my classes would meet.

Soon it was time for me to leave. My parents gave me an envelope. The envelope contained my own private credit card and $2000 in cash for my personal expenses. My parents bought me a new laptop, tv and an excellent stereo for my dorm room. This was getting better all the time. My cell phone was fine. It was less than a year old. So I thought I was pretty well set for university. My dad helped me get my car loaded with everything. My suitcases fit easily in the trunk. And the rest of the items, we were able to fit into the back seat of the car.

Mom was crying when I left. My dad gave me a firm handshake and hug and then I was off to university.

I left on Saturday. I wanted to have the weekend to get my dorm room organized and set up the way I wanted. It took a good three hours to get to the university. I remembered how to get to my dorm and the name of the residence hall. I picked up my room key downstairs where the receptionist was by our mailboxes. My room key would also open my mailbox. I thanked the young man and walked around the residence hall and started hauling my things up to my room. My room was warm and I got the A/C going. It took me three trips to get everything in my room. My room was pretty nice. It had two large windows with curtains. A twin sized bed. A small apartment size frig. My own private bathroom. Dresser drawers and a closet. A large study area and a small sitting area. I unpacked my clothes first and got them all put away. I set up my tv and stereo. There was plenty of room. Finally I connected my new laptop and the old laptop. I brought my old laptop because I wanted to sync information to my new computer. Once I had everything arranged the way I wanted. I thought I would take a walkthrough, through the residence hall. The residence hall had three floors of dorms. The bottom floor or basement had a recreation room with a large flat screen tv and large sectional sofa in front. Pool and ping pong tables. And half of a wall had washers and dryers for us to use. No charge on the washers and dryers. I was surprised about that. I also had my own room phone. But I planned on using my cell phone all the time. I ended my tour back at my room.

I gave my parents a call and told them I had arrived safely and had everything arranged in my room. I told them I walked around the residence hall and knew the layout. I was going to walk around the campus and get familiar where things were located from my residence hall. They were glad I called. I thanked them again for everything.

I called my best buddy and he was glad to hear from. We told each other how much we missed each other. I got an instant boner as soon as I heard his voice. I called the chief of police. I had his private cell number. He was also glad to hear from me. And my boner didn't go down. I missed both of them a lot. But I had more important things now to do.

I found my map of the campus and located my residence hall on the map. I took the map with me. Locked my room and started walking around campus. I found two fast food restaurants right on campus. There was also a bowling alley. And a fifties style diner with mini jukeboxes on each table like you saw in the movies and on tv. Everything was red and white. The tables chairs tableclothes and a real working soda fountain. I thought the diner was pretty cool.

I walked back to my dorm. I had bought an individual pizza for me with a large soda. I woofed the food down. And it filled me up.

I had another growth spurt during the summer. I had filled out nicely and didn't look wimpy and nerdy anymore. I had reached my six feet and I was happy about that. I had grown another inch on my penis. And I thought my seven and a half inches, probably closer to eight inches, was pretty respectable. Still didn't have much body hair. A little hair under my arms. A trimmed bush and a little fuzz on my ass cheeks. Otherwise I was smooth. My arms and legs had filled out without going to the gym. I wasn't the scrawny kid anymore. I was pretty happy with how I looked. One more growth spurt would be okay. But I didn't care if I had another growth spurt or not. I really looked like a young man now. Also, I had a birthday during the summer and I was now nineteen years old and ready for university.

The weekend went fast and soon I was having my week of orientation from a junior that was in my same residence hall. That worked out well for both of us. He had a clipboard with a list of things, I thought he was supposed to show and explain. He had schedule of my classes and he helped me with where all my classes were located. Also, showed me the student union which had university clothing store and the bookstore. Also, a large cafeteria with vending machines and buffet style food you could purchase. Also, a large bulletin board in the student union.

The week went fast and I was already sitting in my first class. It was an elective class so there was a lot of students. The professor gave us a syllabus for the class and what he expected from us. My other classes where the same.

I had a special academic scholarship card. I found out later the scholarship cards were color coded. So whereever you went and used the card. They knew what was included. After my last class I went to the bookstore and picked up all the books I needed. With the scholarship card, there was no charge and all my books were new. I ended up with eight books and I used my card and bought a university backpack. That held all my books and made it easier for me to lug them back to my dorm room.

My first semester was already coming to an end. It seemed like I was getting ready for high school graduation and here I was already half way through my first year in university. The time was sure going by fast. I called my parents every weekend and would be driving back for the holidays. My mother had some bad news for me. Her good friend that she played cards with, the chief of police's wife had a severe brain hemorrhage and died going to the hospital. I called the chief of police and we talked for almost an hour on the phone. He said his sister and his wife's sister were helping to take care of their six kids. He said it was difficult and wished I was their to be with him. I told him to hang in there and I would be back during my break for the holidays.

My semester finals went well. I was doing well and really enjoying all my classes, even the electives. I had an excellent advisor. In fact, he was the department head for Business Administration. He was a super nice guy and give me good advice and directions with my classes. He told me they had a 98% rate of helping graduates find employment. And he told me with my good grades, and I kept it up. There wouldn't be a problem with me getting the job I wanted.

That was good news. The holidays were fast approaching and I was getting organized for my trip back home for about a week. I called my parents to let them know my schedule. My mom had more bad news for me. I told her. I want some good news. She said the chief of police had just passed away with a major heart attack. According to the doctors, it was a blocked artery. The kids are staying with the two sisters and they are taking care of them. It has been hard for the kids to deal with losing their parents in such a short amount of time.

My mom and I visited the kids a couple times while I was back on my holiday break from university. The kids were adjusting, but it was really hard on the two oldest ones.

I tried to find out whatever happened to Derk. But nobody seemed to know. I heard from a friend of a friend. That Derk enrolled in training to be a state highway trooper. Whether that was true or false, I had no idea and I didn't really care.

I finished my degree in five years and then my masters in two years. Here I was twenty six years old already. I landed a great job at an investment firm and became a senior partner after just one year working for them.

My parents were really happy with my accomplishments. They just wished I lived closer. I was kind of glad to have a little distance from them. I loved my parents very much, but as they were getting older, they were getting more and more demanding.

I heard from my good friend,that Derk had graduated from his schooling and was a state trooper. However, he and a partner had a sex party while on duty and got busted. He lost his job and that was all the info my friend had. I guessed he never changed his ways.

During my Master's Program, I met my wife, by accident. I had noticed her before in the cafeteria. She always had notebooks and books with her. I think she was studying and eating. She pointed over at me. I thought she was pointing at someone else. Nobody ever paid any attention to me. And then I pointed to myself and she smiled and nodded. I walked over to her and introduced myself and she did too. We started having lunches together when our schedules clicked. We shared phone numbers and we talked about our majors. I told her I was getting my Master's Degree in Business Administration and Marketing. She said she was in her residency to become a pediatrician. She should soon be done. We went out when we could, which wasn't very often. But things kept progressing and soon we were planning our wedding after we graduated and finished university.

Once we graduated we got married as we planned. We both had had scholarships. So we didn't have any student debt. She was one year younger than me at twenty six. Both sets of parents were happy for us and paid for our honeymoon in Hawaii.

I was happy that everything had worked out well for me. I didn't have any more major growth spurts and was happy with what I had. I was satisfied. I did get married much to my surprise. I have a beautiful wife and two great kids. I guess what they say about not planning something is true. But I couldn't be happier with my life and the way things turned out.

Suddenly my phone desk phone chirped. And my secretary told me my appointment was here for our business meeting.

That woke me up out of daydreaming and reminiscing and I got myself ready for my client and our business meeting.

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