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Subject: A Call to Worship 1 Disclaimer: The following is a work of complete fiction. If you are kind enough to read it, you will quickly see that it is a fantasy and was solely created as an excuse to write about men having sex with boys. If this is a problem for you, please move on. I’m always appreciative of a note or message, I really enjoy commiserating with like-minded guys. You can find me at ota and peterholder on Wickr. Any and all correspondence is welcomed, read and responded to, especially if they’re dirty. We all are beneficiaries of the archive. Please consider supporting at fty. Enjoy the story. A Call to Worship 1 (m/b oral, anal, rim, kiss) by Peter Holder “My fucking hip is killing me,” I bitched to Ervin, “my back hurts, my bones hurt.” “Which bones?” he asked. “All of them!” I snapped back. Then I caught a new boy out of the corner of my eye coming down the slide, “Oh my, look at this youngin’,” I purred, “what a cutie. Man, if I were a young man…” “So what if you were?” he shot back, “You act like you’d be in the pants of every sweet, bald-dicked prince that crosses your path.” “I would!” I insisted, “In my day, I had them eating out of the palm of my hand,” I explained, holding up and staring at my wrinkled palm , my bony fingers curling around deeply lined skin. “Now they’d never come near me,” I sighed, “and if they did, they’d be repulsed by my non-existent ass, my balls that touch the ground, and my cock that can’t decide whether to give up trying unless I feed it an overdose of Cialis.” “Yeah, we’re definitely in the look-but-don’t-touch phase,” Ervin said, then asked, “Hey, Julian? Did you really have all those boys? You’re making that up, right?” “Put it this way,” I told him, “if I could get back a year for every boy pucker I parted, well, I’d be a young man.” And I wasn’t lying. It’d been years, but I know the number broke 50. When Ervin and I were a little younger we’d shared a couple of those 50, but he was always amazed by my life before him. “Well, it would be nice to grant your wish,” he told me as we rose off the park bench and left the eye candy on the playground behind, “but I don’t mind your saggy balls.” “That’s why I’m lucky to have you,” I responded with a smile as we headed back to our apartment. A lot of relationships have grown stale by this age. We’ve been together for thirty years, time that seems like yesterday. We keep it fresh, well, the sex part, we keep fresh by looking for inspiration. Today was our favorite spot, the playground down the block. Teaming with kids after school, we were just two old farts taking a rest on a park bench. But if the boys only knew the activity that they inspired when we opened the door to our place and quickly adjourned to the bedroom. As promised, Ervin had no fear of my dangling nutsack and two old fuckers had a grand old time, culminating with me fucking Ervin, our typical routine, as we moaned and carried on about the young boys that we wished were beneath us. Just before a well-earned nap took us both over, I turned to my husband and told him that I loved him. He smiled contentedly, “I love you too.” I was awoken by a light touch to my arm. When I opened my eyes, I was surprised by the brightness of the room, expecting it to be dark outside. As my eyes adjusted, I began to see the face of a stunningly pretty boy smiling down at me. As my vision improved, his slender, bare, body came into view, smooth as silk right down to his groin, which was equally naked with a mouth-watering erection throbbing above a tight nutsack. “Hello, Julian,” the boy said sweetly. “I’m sorry that I had to wake you.” “What the…?” I started. “Julian, I have news,” the naked boy interrupted, “your beloved has moved to the next world.” My beloved could only be one person, so I quickly sat up and looked at the other side of the bed. Ervin’s eyes were open, staring at the ceiling, the breath gone from his body. “Oh my god,” I wailed, “oh, baby,” I cried as I tried to clutch on to him. bursa escort “Look to me, Julian,” the boy instructed. “That is not your Ervin any more, he has moved on to a much better place. While you may mourn the time apart, do not be sad for your beloved,” he continued, “for he has picked a station that has already made him incredibly happy while giving you a tremendous gift.” “What does that mean?” I asked the boy. “Well, as you know, sexual love between a man and boy is the holiest of unions,” he explained, “but most males choose to be an adult in the next world.” “Wait, so you’re saying that sex between boys and men is considered a good thing in heaven?” I asked, confused. “There is no such thing as heaven, but there is a next world that watches over this one. And that world considers being sexual with boys to be the highest achievement of purity and worship.” Then added, “Sex with women was always intended to only be for procreation. But this world got it spectacularly wrong.” “I knew it!” I blurted out, “I knew that there was no way that we weren’t intended to sleep with boys.” “Then you were correct,” the boy responded, “and in the next world, your Ervin has made a treasured decision, for he has chosen to remain a boy for eternity. This is a decision that few make. Therefore, we offer a reward to those who choose that path,” he tried to explain. “When we made Ervin aware of the gifts that he may have, he chose to bestow his gift on you.” This made me sad, “I wish that he hadn’t been selfless,” I responded with my head down, “he was always too good to me, he should have taken his own gift.” “Oh, I don’t think that he is hurting,” the boy offered, “I can hear the sound of ecstasy right this moment, from both Ervin and Saint Peter.” He looked thoughtful, as if he was concentrating, “Yes, that is them, I can hear Peter complimenting the tightness of Ervin’s anus and Ervin begging for more of Peter’s big cock!” he explained, stifling a giggle under his hand at the naughty words. “That does sound like Ervin,” I observed with a smile, “but what is the gift that he has given?” “That,” the boy said with a smile, “I am tasked with bestowing upon you. For your wish will now be granted.” “What wish?” I asked. “You wished to grow younger by one year for each boy that you have been with.” I was stunned. I had been making a joke and it was treated as a wish? “And, as I said, it is my pleasure to bestow it upon you,” the boy continued. “How do you do that?” I asked. “I’m what’s called a Scout. Sort of like an angel,” and he turned to the side, showing a small set of white wings attached somewhere to his back, “to interact with a scout is like the fountain of youth. See, my touch,” and he reached toward me and gently put a finger to my chest which caused me to feel a rush of air and energy through my body, “will add years to your life.” “What is going on?” I asked stupidly when my heart felt like it was going to pound right out of my chest. “Your heart is two years younger,” he explained, “you’re feeling the life run back into your body,” then he started to crawl toward me, “but there are better ways,” he said, “and much more fun!” he finished as he got up on his knees on my bed and held his beautiful, stone-hard dick in his hand, shuffling on his knees to approach my face. “I know you know what to do with this,” he finally whispered when he was within striking distance of my lips. The boy smelled like roses and cherries. His skin was so pure and clear it was almost translucent and a soft glow seemed to come out of his body. When I could reach, I ran my hand behind him and touched his bubble butt, pulling him toward me until the stalk touched my lips. “Ahhh,” I sighed as the first boycock in many years touched my lips, the smooth member gliding into me, my tongue instinctively twirling around the warm flesh. “Oh, yessss…” he hissed, “I see why Ervin loved you so. You work magic with your tongue,” he groaned, slipping in and out of me, his three inches not bursa escort bayan enough to tickle my tonsils, enabling the bald, pubic area to slap against my upper lip over and over. And I could feel my energy rise, the blood course through my veins and without thinking, my hand drifted to my own cock to find it harder than it had been in twenty years. The cherub slipped his cocklet from my lips and slid up slightly, replacing it with his walnut-sized ballbag. His dick was sliding across my nose as he rode me, forcing my tongue along his smooth perineum and into his crevasse, tasting the earthy but clean anus. Just because he was some kind of angel didn’t mean that he didn’t taste like a boy. The wonderfully tight muscle yielded to my tongue as he rode my face for a few moments. I brought my hands to his buttcheeks, holding him in place as I dug deep into his tunnel until he began to stand, “We have to move on or you’ll turn into a baby in no time,” he explained. He slid his spit-wet butthole down my chest and on to my stomach, then lay on me, his hard little unit poking my belly while he sought out my lips with his own. His tongue thus deep into my own mouth, “I can taste my ass,” he broke off to announce before pushing our lips back together and licking the inside of my mouth, seeking my tongue and working hard to force it as far into me as possible. He broke apart with a pleasurable sigh, looked at me and said, “You are a handsome bloke,” then began to slip down my body, kissing as he went, his talented tongue darting to my nipple, which I was shocked to see lying flat against my strong, smooth chest, my man-boobs a thing of the past. When his darting little tongue traced a line down my stomach, it wasn’t a six-pack that he traversed, but it wasn’t an old man’s beer belly either. The scout slipped between my legs and touched my hard cock, making me jump with the pleasant sensation of the little fingers wrapping around my shaft, “It’s a lovely penis,” he declared, holding me at the base with one hand, stroking the shaft with the other, “you will make the boys so happy.” My weird, thin, sparse, old-man pubes were now a trimmed, deep brown patch below my beautiful, incredibly hard cock. “Wow,” I couldn’t help observing, “I forgot what a nice dick I had!” The boy-angel just smiled, he had such a cute face, a button nose, clear, blue eyes and full, cock-sucking, red lips. His mop of curly hair bounced when he nodded in agreement, then parted his lips and allowed his tongue to reach for the tip of my cock. When he touched the puddle of precum there, I almost shrieked it felt so good. He followed with a slow, tight, dive, allowing my shaft to enter his mouth, the warmth embracing me when he took two-thirds of my not-too-shabby dick into him without complaint. “Oh, fuck, you’re good,” I groaned as he started to bob, “and I feel so powerful, I don’t remember ever feeling this incredible.” The Scout backed off and smiled, “You’ve been shackled by age, now you’re ready to fly.” He was about to lean back and get to work when he said, “And don’t forget, this is how boys should be taking you: deep inside. That way, if you must empty there, none is wasted in their saliva, instead it goes right to their tummies where it belongs.” The angel then returned to my cock, so hard that it looked twenty percent bigger than I remembered as it disappeared into the warm comfort of the young mouth before slipping into the tight ring of his throat, holding me there, testing my will to withstand unloading into him. “That’s so fucking hot, you’re gonna make me cum…fuck,” I moaned. “We can’t have that,” he announced with a nasty grin, “You have some fucking to do, handsome.” He sat back on his heels, his little erection popping up between his silky thighs. The scout had a glow that emanated from his skin, blocking out the rest of the room from my view, his wings spreading out behind him, giving me the sensation that their size and spread were related to his sexual desire like a second escort bursa erection. He rolled to the side and lay next to me. Guiltily, I hadn’t thought about Ervin, who should have been laying next to us, but when I looked, he was gone. Reading my mind, the boy explained, “You’ve entered a new world, Ervin is in a better place and he’s gleefully getting the shit fucked out of him,” the boyish figure informed me with a grin. The duality of the supposed purity of this religious experience with the baseness and depravity of the act was just about the hottest thing ever, so I didn’t bother worrying about logistics anymore, I just rolled over and moved between the angelic legs, pushing behind his knees to roll his butt upwards, revealing his tiny, tender hole. I was drawn in, spreading his cheeks and diving into the crevasse, digging with my tongue-tip right into the candy-sweet pucker of the sexy angel, drawing a gasp and squeak from him. Drooling saliva into his tasty anus, he was quickly gaping for me, his entrance slick with my spit. “It’s time,” the cherub cooed, “I’m ready, you need to breed my pussy, it’s time,” he repeated with the solemnity of a priest baptizing a child. He pulled his own cheeks apart as I positioned myself at his center, the tip of my cock lurching when it touched the fiery hot ring. With the slightest of pressure, he parted, opening for me, so easy and so tight all at once. My lungs filled with air, my heart pounded as the pleasure took over. I felt eighteen years old again, wondering if the scout had gone too far. Would I end up a child again, as I began to slide in and out of him. “Oh!” he cried, “yes, you’ve got a great fucking cock. Worship me, give me your love,” he groaned, then began a consistent series of grunts that matched my ever-increasing pace into the silky rectum of the sprite, his wings spread across the bed as I pounded into the tiny body. “You’re incredible,” I groaned. I’ve been fortunate to sample my share of boy ass, but this one took the cake. He gripped me so tight on the way out, then yielded on each entry. I could feel the semen begin to rise in me, the pleasure taking over. “You cannot finish until you…promise,” the childish angel panted as I pounded into him. So close to my climax, I could feel the tingling beginning to creep down my spine, the train departing the station, my hips slapping into the little angel were a cacophonous blur. “Promise what?” I was able to get out. “Repeat…ah…uh…repeat after me: I will fuck all of the boys.” “I will fuck all of the boys,” I spit out quickly and eagerly. “I will teach the teens to…oh god…fuck…oh…I will teach the teens to fuck their little brothers.” “I will teach the teens to fuck their little brothers.” “I will teach the daddies to fuck their sons.” This got to me and I could feel the orgasm coming more and more quickly, “Oh god! Yes, I will teach…uh…the daddies to fuck their little boys.” “You’re so good at fucking…it feels so good,” he panted, “Last, make me a promise, promise me that you will honor the universe, glorify all of mankind, by doing as intended, by spreading your seed and leaving it deep inside the bowels of every boy that you meet.” “Yes!” I screamed as I felt the climax rise, my virility at a lifetime peak, I felt like a teenager as I yelled, “I promise, here is my offering, ugh!” and the crawl of the semen from my balls up my shaft felt like it was a coiled snake waiting to strike until the first splat of my young man’s seed flew from me and shot deep inside of the angel. I pressed into him, holding myself strongly against his tight ass, my cock flexing as blast after blast of what felt like a never-ending supply of cum emptied into the boy, his rectum gripping me, milking my cock into him. “Oh, yes…” he groaned when he felt himself filled, “yes, give me you seed, make the world right!” “Oh, fuck, Uh!” I moaned as the spurts slowed, the drool of cum squeezed out by the amazing sphincter of the young diety. I leaned down and kissed him, the boyish mix of fruit, candy and milk was the most amazing taste to ever touch my tastebuds. I was content, satisfied, in heaven as I made out with the boy, wondering, what is next? To be continued…

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