Feature Writer: T.S.Severe

Feature Title: A FRIENDLY CAPER 2

Published: 12.04.2015 / Copyright© 2015 by T.S.Severe

Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Religious, Teenagers, Romantic, Reluctant, Bi, TS, BDSM, Interracial, Anal

Synopsis: A teenage boy experiences his sexual awakening at the hands of his first crush, one of his counselors at summer camp. Later, he finds his first real love, runs away from the orphanage where he grew up, and works as a high priced escort in Europe only to find himself betrayed and sold to African White Slavers…And then the aliens arrive.

A Friendly Caper 2

I wanted to run away, but I was too little and too scared and too … everything. Or not enough maybe. Being thirteen seemed like a punishment and knowing I was gay only made it worse. Before I’d met Gary, I sorta thought about girls once in awhile, but not anymore. I didn’t hate them or anything; they just didn’t interest me at all. I found myself thinking about boys, the ones I knew at St. Luke’s, and which ones I thought were cute or handsome or just nice.

A couple months went by and I’d written Gary a bunch of letters, but he never wrote me back. I still loved him, but I felt kind of angry too. If he didn’t want to talk to me, I figured he could have told me. Probably the guy just didn’t want any trouble because I was so much younger than him. I wasn’t really sure why that mattered since he hadn’t done anything except make me feel special, but I wasn’t dumb either. I knew someone would get mad if they knew what Gary and me had been doing. I just wished he’d written me back is all, if only to say goodbye again.

When I turned fourteen, I didn’t feel any different. Except for the cake and a bunch of kids I only sort of knew, it was just another day for me. I woke up, went to school, came back and wished I was someplace else. Anyplace else. I wanted a boyfriend too. I wanted sex. It seemed like every five minutes my dick would get hard for no reason at all and I found myself looking at the other boys more and more, wishing I could kiss one of them and just hug him. It didn’t even matter which one, that’s how lonely I felt.

I guess this part of my life started on a Saturday when I went to confession. Usually I just made up stuff, like little sins that would get me a Hail Mary or two, or else I’d be real vague and say I’d been having mean thoughts about someone. I never told Father John my real sins because that would have been kind of embarrassing. But on this one particular Saturday, I dunno. Maybe I was bored or something. Maybe I was tired of lying all the time. Or more likely, I just really needed to confess.

“Forgive me Father for I have sinned, it’s been a week since my last confession,” I said quickly, feeling my heart go a little faster because I’d already made up my mind.

“Okay,” he said. “The Lord’s listening.”

I’d been going to confession every Saturday since my confirmation two years before, so you’ll understand if Father John sounded a little casual about it. He probably got bored too.

“Uh, I lied to Sister Francine about my homework,” I said. “I told her I lost it, but I didn’t even do it.”

“Alright. Go on.”

“Well, um … I played with myself, Father.” I held my breath as everything seemed to get really quiet for a few seconds.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, uh … You know … I touched it … My thing … I played with it.”

“Did you masturbate?” Father John whispered. “Last night?”

“Yeah,” I breathed.

“Was that the first time?”

“Huh? No,” I said with a nervous giggle. “I do it every night.”

“I see.”

“Is that a sin?” I wondered.

“What do you think about when you … masturbate?” he asked, leaning close to the wooden lattice between us.

“I don’t know, um…” I hesitated because once I said it, I couldn’t ever take it back.

“You can tell me,” Father John said. “This is a confessional.”

“I know, but … See, uh … I think about boys mostly.”

“Oh.”

“Like kissing other boys.”

“What else?”

“Uhhh…” I narrowed my eyes and figured that was about everything I needed to say. I mean, I’d told someone I was gay and I didn’t know if I felt better or not, but I felt relieved by it. I’d confessed my biggest secret and it was over and … Wasn’t that enough?

“What else do you do with those boys?” the priest asked. “Do you think about touching them?”

“Sometimes,” I admitted slowly. “I think about touching their … private parts and…”

“Their cocks?” he whispered and I jerked backwards with surprise.

“I, uh … I’d better go…”

“No. Sit right there and talk to me,” Father John whispered, but he might as well have been yelling. It wasn’t a suggestion.

“Yes, Father,” I replied with a hard swallow.

“Do you want to touch their cocks?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to kiss another boy’s cock?”

“Sometimes.”

“Tell me about that,” he ordered gently. “What do you want to do?”

“I just want to kiss him first,” I whispered. “Kiss his mouth and touch his body all over. I want to touch his, uh … cock … and hold it. Sometimes I like to…”

“What?”

“To, um … touch his cock with mine, Father,” I said. “Like squeeze our dicks together and rub them at the same time while we kiss.”

“I see,” he drew a deep breath. “What else? Continue … and don’t leave anything out.”

“Sometimes I think about sucking a boy, sucking his cock, and maybe he’s sucking mine too…”

I felt my penis getting stiff as I imagined the stuff I was saying and they were very familiar dreams by then. I told Father John everything, giving him every detail I could think of and even telling him about what I’d done with Gary and Ron, but without telling him it was real. I had to rub the lump in my trousers. Visions of different boys, some I knew and some I’d only imagined, filled my mind. I was kissing them and loving them, having sex while I told the priest all about it.

” … and I’m licking his butt, Father. I kiss the boy’s butthole and try to get my tongue inside while I play with his dick and balls. And someone else is sticking his big cock in my butt and fucking me and…” I stopped, blinking as I realized what I was saying, ” … and that’s all, Father. That’s what I think about.”

I hadn’t even realized I’d closed my eyes, but I had. I’d been seeing everything in my head, like dreaming or something, and now I opened them to find the other half of the confessional empty. Father John wasn’t there and I could see the door half-open, but where was the priest? I could hardly breathe and my heart was pounding and my panic only lasted a split second before the door on my side opened.

“Father?” I blinked at him and then I realized his long, fat cock was standing stiffly from his black pants.

“Get on your knees, faggot.”

He didn’t wait, but pushed me down right there in the confessional and as I opened my mouth to ask a silly question, Father John filled it with his hard dick. He had a nice one too, like the ones I dreamt about sometimes. Maybe not as long as Ron’s, but just as thick and seriously rock solid. Father John wasn’t an old man either, just forty maybe, and neither big nor small for a full grown man. He was an average guy in the looks department, but just then I thought he had the most beautiful cock in the world.

I crammed as much of his dick in my mouth as I could, like I was starving for it, and maybe I was. I grabbed the shaft with both hands and felt him so incredibly hot and heavy, soft and hard at the same time. His skin felt like silk as I squeezed the man’s penis and swirled my tongue around the smooth glans. Father John had a nice big cockhead and it tasted kind of salty and a faintly bitter after a long day of doing whatever it is a priest does. He tasted and smelled like a man and filled my senses until I felt dizzy with teenage lust. I was literally shaking with excitement, half afraid I was only dreaming because I’d been wanting to have sex so badly.

“That’s it. Suck my cock,” Father John breathed. “Cockboy, that’s what I’m going to call you from now on. My little Cockboy. Do you like that name?”

“Mmmph-hmph!” I agreed around his cock, not really caring what he called me as I took as much of him as I could.

Father John’s cockhead touched the entrance to my throat and made me gag weakly and I moved my hand along the shaft. I held him just an inch or a little more behind the glans, and that was a trick I’d learned at camp. Now I knew exactly how much I could take and I started bobbing my head up and down, taking exactly as much dick into my mouth as I could handle. As soon as my tightly stretched lips touched my hand, I pulled back and that worked great. I fucked Father John’s cock with my mouth, up and down, breathing easily through my nose and eager for his cum.

“Yeah, Cockboy, you know how to do it, huh? You’ve sucked cock before, haven’t you? Play with my balls too.”

He helped pull his scrotum out of his pants and I took them in my other hand, admiring the size and shape of his sperm-filled balls as I rolled them around. His ballsack felt warm and sticky with sweat, covered with soft pubic hair, and I pinched it near the top, making a circle with my thumb and finger and pulling down like I was milking a cow. Gary had always liked that and Father John groaned softly as I jerked off his balls. At least, that’s what I called it. I sucked his cock and pulled on his balls and tried to make the man feel as good as possible. I wanted to taste his cum more than anything else in the world right then.

I must have been doing it pretty good too, or maybe Father John was just as horny as me, because after only five minutes or so he told me to get ready. He held my head with both hands, keeping my mouth on his dick as I felt his balls being pulled upward with a quick spasm and then his cock started spitting hot semen into my mouth faster than I could ever hope to swallow it. I tried though! I was able to swallow once … twice … three times before I coughed and lost it, spurting cum out the corners of my mouth and down my chin.

“Keep sucking, Cockboy!” Father John gasped urgently. “Eat my cum, you little cocksucker!”

I ate some more and his ball juice was thick and creamy, salty and a little sour as it slid down my throat and into my tummy. I drank as much as I could, swallowing thickly while I held his balls, coaxing the man to give me every last drop of sperm he had. I wanted to drink him dry and after Father John’s orgasm slowed and finally ended, I kept his softening dick in my mouth and went to work sucking him hard again. My tummy was full of cum and I wanted more. It had been so long since I’d had sex and my hormones were going crazy, my own dick throbbed in my pants with excitement.

“Oh, sweet Jesus,” Father John chuckled as he caught his breath. “You’re a hell of a cocksucker, Cockboy. You should have told me a long time ago.”

“Ummmph…” I kinda shrugged and gave him my apologetic eyes as I tickled his piss hole with the tip of my tongue.

“Yeah,” he sighed, stroking my hair and smiling. “I should have guessed a pretty boy like you had to be a faggot. Now, this is our secret, right, Cockboy?”

He pulled his mostly hard dick out of my mouth with a wet, lip smacking plop.

“Nobody else has to know about this, right?” Father John rubbed his wet cockhead around my open mouth.

“I won’t tell,” I promised, breathing the words as I drank cool air into my lungs.

“Good boy,” he said with a smile, sliding his dick over my cheeks and chin, getting my face wet with spit and cum. “We’re going to have a lot of fun together. A lot of fun.”

He held my head with his fingers on my cheeks and near my ears, using his thumbs to trap his dick against my upturned face. Father John moved his hips as I knelt there, sliding his cock past my nose and eyes until his ballsack touched my chin. He fucked me like that, just rubbing his dick over my skin while he stared down at me and I held his legs through those black wool pants he wore, enjoying every second of it.

I thought he’d want me to suck his cock again and I was ready. I licked and kissed the shaft as it moved over my mouth, letting Father John know how eager I was to do it again, but we were interrupted.

“Father John? Hello…” Sister Judith’s high pitched voice echoed in the church. “Is there anyone in here?”

“Shhhh…” The priest put a finger to his lips with an annoyed look, pushing his cock back inside his pants with a grunt.

I blinked as a wave of nervous energy made me shiver and I crawled backwards on my knees as much as I could. The confessional wasn’t very large though and I tried to make myself smaller as the nun’s shoes clicked on the marble floor of the church. Sister Judith was coming closer and Father John closed the door of the confessional on me so that I was huddled alone in the dark.

“Good evening, Sister,” Father John said pleasantly.

“Oh!” Sister Judith giggled. “You scared me! I didn’t think anyone was in here.”

“I was just getting ready to lock up,” the priest told her. “Confession ran a little late today.”

“Hmmm…” she sighed and I couldn’t see them, of course, but they were standing just outside the thin door.

“Where’s everyone else?” Father John wondered.

“Getting ready for supper,” the nun whispered. “We have time.”

“Over here…” he told her and I wasn’t sure what was going on and then I had to really hide because Father John had entered the priest side of the confessional.

“I need this so badly,” Sister Judith giggled and I almost gasped aloud as she squeezed into the confessional with him.

Zzzzip! I heard his zipper going down and the rustling of clothes, a lot of heavy breathing as they arranged themselves in the small room. I dared a quick peek and saw Sister Judith had pulled the skirt of her black nun’s habit upward, bunching the material around her waist and she wasn’t even wearing any underwear!

She looked really pale, even in that dim light, but she definitely had a woman’s body. I mean, it’s kinda hard to tell what a nun really looks like underneath all those robes and stuff. Sister Judith almost looked like a normal girl and not a very old one either. Like nineteen or twenty maybe? I didn’t know, but she reminded me a lot of Janice as she shook her dirty blonde hair loose with her fingers. It wasn’t very long but all of a sudden she looked kind of pretty.

The transformation kind of freaked me out a little, the way Sister Judith seemed to change from a nun into a woman right before my eyes. I hardly knew her though, since she’d only arrived a few weeks before, but still … It totally freaked me out when she turned around so her back was to Father John and his stiff cock still wet with my spit probably. Sister Judith arched her spine and bent her knees as the man took her hips in his hands and pulled her down until she gasped sharply.

They were fucking!

The nun pressed her palms against the opposite wall, closed her eyes and mouth, and whimpered like a little girl as Father John pushed and pulled her up and down on his dick. I couldn’t really see his cock in her pussy or anything, but that’s where it had to be. Sister Judith was riding the priest’s hard prick like a cowgirl or something and if I kept peeking I was gonna get caught. All she had to do was turn her head a little to the right and open her green eyes. I’d be totally busted then!

But I wanted to watch and my dick was still hard as steel in my pants. I didn’t really care about Sister Judith getting fucked. I mean, that’s not what interested me. Mostly I wished it was me bouncing my butt off Father John’s thighs, feeling his thick penis stretching my boy pussy and his hands squeezing my hips while we fucked. It didn’t seem fair that she’d come along like some bitch in heat to steal the man away from me! He was supposed to be fucking me, Not her! So I kept staring and even when Father John noticed and gave me a frown beneath his furrowed brow, I didn’t move.

And maybe the priest liked it anyway. He stared right back at me while he pulled Sister Judith down harder and faster, bouncing her pale ass off his thighs as he’d jam himself upward at the same time. I thought maybe he wished it was me he was fucking and we were sharing something, even with that stupid wall between us. He wanted to ram his cock inside my faggot cunt and cream my horny ass with his hot load. I could see it in the man’s eyes and I rubbed my dick through my pants in time with their fucking.

“Ah! Fuck that cock, whore,” Father John whispered, letting go of Sister Judith hips and grabbing her tits through her habit instead.

“Ohhhh…” she moaned softly as he pulled her back to his chest and the nun spread her legs wide around his.

“You’re a filthy whore! Bitch! Slut! Tell me you love my cock up your dirty cunt!”

“I love your cock! Fuck me! Oh! Fuck!” Sister Judith replied, gasping the words as Father John mauled her tits with one hand and reached down with the other to play with stuffed pussy.

“Ugh! Yeah!” he groaned as she turned her head to find the priest’s panting mouth with her own.

I watched Father John’s tongue fuck her mouth while their bodies jerked together. The confessional creaked and shuddered as they became wild and reckless. The church seemed to reverberate with the noise of their sex and I couldn’t believe they’d actually do it right there in front of Jesus and the statue of the Virgin Mary and everything else. But I’d done it too. I’d sucked a priest’s cock and swallowed his cum and I hadn’t cared at all about being in a church.

Sex is kinda like that, I guess, but maybe it was different for them. Like fucking in God’s house made it even better since they were supposed to be holy and celibate and better than everyone else. It was a valuable lesson for me, although I didn’t realize it at the time – people are just people and it doesn’t matter who they are on the outside. On the inside, Sister Judith was a slut and whore; Father John was just a horny man with a stout cock and a limp conscience. And me? I was just the perverted kid watching them while I jerked off in my underwear.

“Ah no!” Sister Judith’s eyes got huge when she caught me. “Don’t! No … Oh God! There’s someone there! Stop!”

Even then, with the nun’s wide green eyes staring into mine, I didn’t move. I just looked back at her until Father John growled at me.

“Get your ass over here, Cockboy!” he commanded, holding the squirming nun tight in his arms and impaled on his prick.

“Let me go! We’re going to be in so much trouble!” the sister moaned, nearly crying as I left my side of the confessional.

“Shut-up, whore!” he told her. “You’re my cunt now!”

“I’m sorry! Oh Jesus, I’m sorry! Forgive me!” she prayed, kicking her feet against the walls of the confessional and weeping small tears down her flushed cheeks.

“On the floor, faggot!” the priest ordered. “Lick my balls while I fuck this bitch!”

I hesitated, feeling confused and nervous and frightened and a million other things all at once. Father John sat on the padded bench facing the open doorway where I stood. His legs were spread just wide enough for me to crawl between them, with Sister Judith’s bare legs spread even wider as she sat on his swollen cock.

“What are you doing? God, no! Don’t let him…” she groaned and tried to get away as I got on my hands and knees with my feet sticking out the open door behind me.

I pressed my head between Father John’s thighs, feeling the soft black wool against my cheeks and smelling the ripe stench of Sister Judith’s arousal. Her oily cum filled the air and I could even taste it sharp and tangy on my tongue as I kissed the priest’s exposed scrotum. It was dark down there, everything hiding in shadows, but I could dimly see the glistening folds of her sex wrapped around the thick base of Father John’s penis.

“Yeah, lick my balls, faggot. Suck me off … More! Lick around that cunt, Cockboy. Kiss that fuck!”

“N-No … Nooo … Mary, Mother of God, pray for us…” Sister Judith breathed, staring down at me as I did exactly what the priest told me too.

I didn’t want to lick her pussy. It looked nasty and gross, all fat and puffy with that big cock stuffed inside her. Sister Judith had brown pubic hair curling around her greasy pussy lips. They looked raw and rubbery and when I touched my tongue to her flesh I couldn’t taste anything but her juices. I kissed Father John’s cock, the underside at the base where it was exposed. I licked and pursed my lips to suck at his skin, but I had to lick the nun as well. I couldn’t avoid it and when he started lifting her up and pulling her down again, I mostly licked any part of them my mouth would reach.

“Suck her clit, Cockboy! Make the whore cum again,” Father John told me and I wouldn’t have known a clit from a doorknob, except he used his fingers to tug at her cunt.

Sister Judith’s clitoris wasn’t very big, but it popped right out like a tiny cock and I closed my eyes, doing what I was told. I closed my lips around it and pinched the woman’s clit, tickling it with my tongue and sucking her like a straw. She must have liked that a lot, because the nun grabbed my head with both hands and really started wriggling around while Father John fucked her with short, quick strokes. He bounced his ass off the bench and she bounced on his cock, holding my mouth on her clit all the while.

“Ah! Ah! Ahhhh … Fuck me! Suck me! Ah! Yessss…” Sister Judith hissed between her clenched teeth as she started cumming and I was glad I didn’t have to drink that stuff.

She pulled my hair and yanked my head this way and that, kind of rubbing my face all over her pussy and Father John’s cock and balls. I didn’t mind that so much and I kept licking and sucking, tasting the fluids spilling around the cock I loved and the taste had become really strong, super oily. It curled my tongue as I forced myself to swallow Sister Judith’s cum. I didn’t really have a choice, but at least I was lapping it off a man’s hard cock and sperm filled balls. I really wanted to pull Father John’s cock free of the stupid nun’s whore hole and wrap my mouth around it. He had to be close to cumming and I loved ball cream a lot more than pussy juice!

“Ohhhh … You cunt!” the priest suddenly shouted, and I mean he yelled the words as his cock pulsed and spurted deep inside Sister Judith’s pussy.

That was seriously disappointing and I took one of his balls in my mouth, feeling his orgasm with my tongue. Father John’s groin muscles were tugging his nuts upward and I could feel it distinctly as I rolled his testes around in my mouth. At least I got to enjoy that part of it and I spit his ball out half a minute later, just before the end of his orgasm, so that I could suck the other one as well. I suckled on his scrotum like a baby while he fed the nun’s womb a hot load of semen and she didn’t even appreciate it.

“You weren’t supposed to cum inside me,” Sister Judith breathed. “I might get pregnant.”

She wasn’t moving anymore, just sitting there all limp and smiling with glazed eyes and a silly grin on her face. She didn’t look too worried about getting knocked up and Father John only laughed.

“Immaculate conception, slut … Ever heard of that?” he asked, lifting her up just enough so his softening cock sort of fell out of her cunt with a small flood of their mixed up cum.

He didn’t even have to tell me what to do. I pounced on the man’s dick like a starving kitten, practically purring as I took the glans between my lips and started washing it with my tongue. I could taste both of them, but mostly her. Girl cum seemed to be a lot stronger than boy cum to me. I didn’t care though, I could taste the salty cream and feel it like snot as it slithered down my throat. I washed Father John’s cock completely, working my way along the glistening shaft, sucking pussy flavored semen between my lips and making a real mess on my cheeks and chin. I felt pretty messy already though, Sister Judith had seen to that when she’d rubbed her ugly cunt all over my face.

“Clean her too, Cockboy,” Father John told me and the nun just giggled as I blinked at him. “Eat sperm, faggot … Go on … Suck all that spunk out of her.”

“What? No!” Sister Judith gasped with a smile, not trying to stop me at all.

The last thing I wanted to do was lick a woman’s pussy, but he’d pumped his load inside her and I wanted to drink the man’s cum. I looked at her gaping pussy and the trickle of milky fuck juice leaking from the bottom of her hole. It was bubbly like a frothy milkshake and I didn’t make Father John tell me twice. I leaned close and pushed out my tongue, slipping it between the woman’s plump labia and inside her cunt. She smelled like the ocean, sort of, like low tide or something. Hot and salty, briny or whatever, and the flavor was like the oil they pack sardines in. I didn’t really like it very much at all, but somewhere inside the whore was a big load of ball juice and that’s what I was looking for.

“He’s doing it!” Sister Judith said, breathing harder and biting her bottom lip like a little girl. “He’s licking the cum out of my pussy! That’s so sick!”

“Yeah,” Father John chuckled softly, holding the nun by her tits and squeezing them through her hopelessly wrinkled habit. “Cockboy loves sucking cum … Don’t you, faggot?”

“Umph-hmph!” I agreed, making a loud, wet slurping noise just to make him happy.

I covered her pussy with my mouth opened wide and wiggled my tongue around inside her sex. I felt the soft walls yielding easily and she wasn’t very tight or anything anyway, not after riding that big cock the way she had. Sister Judith was gooey inside too! Like full of cum and the stuff began to flow down the channel of her fuck hole and into my waiting mouth. The more I licked and the more she moved, the more of their cum I swallowed. It wasn’t that bad, I decided after a short while, I just had to get used to the distinctive flavor and ripe smell.

“Suck me!” Sister Judith whispered. “Suck my pussy … What’s his name?”

“Cockboy,” Father John answered. “We just call him Cockboy around here.”

“Cockboy!” she giggled. “Maybe we should call him Cuntboy instead!”

“Fuckboy maybe,” the man nodded as I began sucking Sister Judith’s rubbery pussy lips into my mouth.

I wasn’t exactly sure what she wanted, but that seemed to please her. She had some big labia too. They were fat and long and loose, and I drew them between my lips and chewed them a little. I used my teeth, figuring they couldn’t be too sensitive and they weren’t. Sister Judith rocked her hips and played with my hair, calling me “Cuntboy” every chance she got and telling me how cute I looked sucking sperm out of her cunt.

They made me do it until my tongue felt exhausted and I could barely talk around it. I’d gotten most of the cum out of her, I thought, and the inside of my mouth felt like a prune. I sat back on my heels and crawled backwards until I could stand up outside the confessional. It had gotten hot in there, humid like a sauna, and I sticky all over. Stiff too and sore and kind of tired for some reason. My cock was still hard though and my underwear must have been soaked with precum; it felt like I’d pee my pants. I hadn’t cum at all, but I felt kind of neutral inside, like I didn’t have any emotions right then. I felt overwhelmed probably, like there was too much in my head after having sex with a priest and a nun inside a church.

“We gotta do this again,” Sister Judith said happily and she was just the opposite of me. “When can we do it again?”

“We’ll see,” Father John said, fixing his pants and looking at me. “Are you alright, Cockboy?”

“Yeah,” I said, making a face as my tongue didn’t want to work.

“Good,” he said with a smile. “You’d better get up to your room. Remember, don’t say a word. Understand?”

“I won’t,” I promised, glancing at Sister Judith who was busy frowning at her habit as she tried to straighten it.

I’d have liked to tell on her, just so she’d get in trouble and get kicked out of the church. That way I could have Father John all to myself and I could suck his cock all the time and maybe he’d want to fuck me. He didn’t need a slut like her. I could be his slut if that’s what the man wanted. I’d proved that already, right? That’s mostly why I’d licked Sister Judith’s stupid cunt, not just to suck the cum out of her, but to prove I’d do anything Father John told me to. I wanted to be his slut and I liked being called Cockboy. I hated that dumb Cuntboy name Sister Judith had tried to give me.

Yeah, I decided as I walked back to my room, I had to find a way to get rid of that stupid nun or she’d spoil everything!

THE END OF CHAPTER TWO