Have just been watching Warren Beatty's first movie, 'Splendor in the Grass', on Turner Classics. Gosh he was gorgeous. The movie's nearly fifty years old now which means I was born about thirty years too late. I really identified with Natalie Wood and how her mother put her through purgatory. Not that I ended up on a funny farm but my possessive, fundamentalist mother filled my juvenile head with plenty of fire and brimstone and sent me off to Sunday school to purify my soul.

I hated it at first but things took a fortunate turn when we had a new Sunday school teacher. His name was Warren too which is probably what turned me on to him subliminally or whatever you call it. Besides he was twenty-five and good looking. Rumour had it that he was 'going steady' but I never saw him holding hands with his girl friend or kissing her or anything like that so I thought I stood an even chance of converting him. I was sure he liked me because I used to catch him looking at me. You know more than he looked at the other guys in the class. Of course I gave him plenty of come-on encouragement, especially in the summer. I used to sit in the front row in the shortest of shorts. They were a little loose round the leg so you could see right up them especially if I sat back in the chair and stretched out my legs which I made sure I did frequently. Gave myself quite a few boners too especially when I felt Warren's eyes fixed on my crotch.

'Set your mind on an honest endeavour and you will achieve your goal' was our school motto. I wasn't sure that my lust for Warren Gates would qualify as an honest endeavour but I sure was determined to achieve my goal. Trouble is my time was running out. I was coming up for eighteen and therefore no longer eligible for Sunday school. Not that I had many happy memories of it until Warren came on my horny horizon. Except of course for the regular jerk off sessions we lusty lads had in the bushes just behind the church after class while the adults were still inside lustily singing the final hymn. We would find a quiet secluded place and indulge in what we called circle jerks. It was a totally self service affair. We didn't actually get to touch each other's dicks but we sure got to see a whole lot of juicy adolescent flesh spilling its seed. Still, by now I was in search of more adult games. More mature meat. Despite what impression you may have formed of me from my stories I was a late bloomer having been, as I said, suppressed and repressed by my adoring, devoted mother.

Talking of flowers, I was soon to learn a basic lesson in life. That if a thing is right it will unfold naturally. Like a rose. You don't have to push the petals or anything and Warren certainly didn't have to push any petals when he pierced my cherry. But more of that later. Sorry if I'm spoiling the suspense for you but by now you must have guessed the lay of the land otherwise why would I be telling you this story. Anyway, to get to the bottom line - if you'll excuse the pun - I joined the scouts. You see Warren was also Scout Master. It seems he liked to be surrounded by young people. I don't think he was overtly gay or anything or into adolescents particularly but he definitely had what they call a penchant for me. And I sensed this. I mean I never really intended to take him off the straight and narrow path to matrimony. In fact, looking back, I feel more than a little guilty. I'm sure that if it hadn't been for me he'd never have left the cozy comfort zone of the closet and would eventually have settled down with his girl friend and had lots of kids.

Anyway it was a slow but sure seduction. He was always pleasant but distant. He certainly didn't encourage me in any way. We finally 'got it together' under a makeshift open air shower during a camping trip. I'd followed him discreetly so I knew he was by himself. He nodded when I entered the shower and passed me the soap. He was in the midst of rinsing himself off, pulling his bathing costume forward and letting the water run over his genitals. I could only see a very tempting patch of brown pubic hair. Then he pulled down the back of his costume and I saw the gradual emergence of a promising bubble butt. I was much more brazen. I stripped to the buff immediately. I wanted him to see my nine-inch dong. Show him what he was missing.

I'm sure I heard an intake of breath and saw a twitch of dick but he didn't say anything. Just nodded, grabbed his towel and walked towards his tent. I knew then everything was up to me. He would never make the first move.

Warren's tent was at the top of a kind of hummock so he could overlook the rest of us. That night I approached it from behind so that nobody would witness my furtive arrival. I watched him prepare for bed and got turned on by his shadow. And my audacity. I wondered what my mother would say if she could see me now. But I didn't feel guilty or disobedient. After all she'd warned me of the wiles of the scarlet woman and said nothing about wiling my way into a guy's tent. The moment he turned off the light I threw caution to the winds and wormed my way slowly under the flap of his tent breathing heavily in my excitement only to be greeted by the blinding light of his torch. This was so completely unexpected that I felt like a frightened fox and was going to turn tail and take flight. Then the blinding light was switched off and I heard the deafening sound of a zipper being pulled down. He was opening the side of his sleeping bag for me to crawl in. Once again this was not what I'd expected at all. In fact I'd prepared a pathetic little speech to counteract reproof or a disapproving look. Something along the lines of 'Please sir, I'm cold. Can I climb in with you?'

Instead I was being welcomed speechlessly by a strong pair of arms and a hot body. This time he was the one that was naked and I felt overdressed in my shirt and shorts. That problem was soon solved as he had me out of them quicker than the flash of his torch. I couldn't see his face, just feel his body. And it was hard all over. Especially between his legs. He pressed me firmly against him and worked his lips softly down my face. It was as if he couldn't bring himself to kiss me and break the invisible barrier that had been hanging between us since first we met. His hands were more decisive. They explored my body and caressed my dick. I shuddered with delight. My 'honest endeavour' was now within my grasp. Finally his lips made up their mind where they wanted to go which was round my dick. I ran my hands through his hair and down his back till they settled on his beautiful butt. His mouth left my dick for a moment and he tongued his way up my front. My body quivered like a archer's arrow waiting for its release. I had the feeling that this was the first time for both of us and neither of us really knew what to do with the other.

Finally he spoke.

"I've never been with a man before," he confessed.

"Me neither," I said.

"I've wanted you so much," he said.

"Me too." I answered.

"What if I disappoint you?"

"You won't." I said.

And with that we began to devour each other until it was difficult to tell where one ended and the other began. Soon sex - or rather making love - came to us both naturally and we gave ourselves over to giving each other pleasure. I sucked his dick till it dripped with pre-cum and lust and his tongue found my undiscovered love button and drove me ape shit with desire to feel his dick inside me. The tip of his oozing mushroom head met the thirsty well of my being and my ass opened like the petals of that proverbial rose to receive his nectar. Gosh his dick felt good as it penetrated me. Like the entrance of a sturdy gladiator into the ring.

As it thrust itself further and further inside of me it somehow communicated Warren's sense of pride that he had accomplished something neither of us had thought possible. Utter complete communal bliss. I'd never been fucked before so had no means or measurements in order to make comparisons but I knew even then that I could travel the whole wide world over and never find a dick that fitted me like his did. We both knew we had something special.

I'm afraid I'm a noisy comer and put us both a bit in jeopardy. After all we were at the top of a hill and in a vulnerable position and not exactly out of hearing distance. My head kept hitting the top of the tent and I nearly pulled it out of its pegs as his dick took me sailing to the skies.

"I think we'd better stop," he said, just as I was getting ready for seconds. "Before we're discovered. I'll contact you somehow and we'll meet up."

So I scuttled back to my tent 'my dick between my legs' before the break of dawn.

Several days went by and we didn't 'meet up.' We kept bumping into each other but we didn't know where to go. I was living with my parents and he, it turned out, was 'shacking up' with his girl friend. We didn't know how or where to meet. Shameless slut that I am, I suggested making love in the Sunday school after dark. I knew he had a set of keys. But naturally he couldn't bring himself to do something as 'sacrilegious' as that. Personally I thought it was a bit of a turn on and hellishly exciting. Then a neighbour went away for the weekend and asked me to sleep in and dog sit. I'd done it many times before and it seemed a perfect opportunity but he said somebody might see him sneaking into the house. Soon he was spending more and more time with his girl friend and it seemed like the parting of the ways.

Then fate stepped in again. He was asked to take part in a Sunday school conference which meant visiting many towns. He asked me if I'd like to come along as his assistant. He'd told the Sunday school board that he was training me as a substitute Sunday school teacher.

"You'll never go to heaven." I told him. But I was overjoyed. You might almost say overcome. I couldn't believe he'd lied for me and obviously couldn't live without me anymore than I could live without him. My mother was somewhat overcome herself. She couldn't believe that her errant son had finally turned over a spiritual leaf. I went with her blessing. And my grandfather's trailer.

"It will save you and the church a bit of money," she said.

It was sheer heaven to be under the same roof and in the same bed. We parked in out of the way places in country lanes or by a lake. Far from the madding crowd and inquisitive eyes and blissfully out of earshot. I never thought when I read Thomas Hardy's book in school that I would be literally living it. We even visited Hardy country.

Warren had a chest like Johnny Depp's and I was constantly opening his shirt to get a look at it. What's more his nipples were pronounced and pointed. I would touch them with the tips of my fingers and then lick them with the whole length of my tongue until he and his dick were weeping with the joy of it. He told me he'd never experienced anything quite like it in all his twenty five years. This didn't really surprise me. I could hardly imagine his girlfriend doing to him what I was capable of doing. He repaid me by filling my ass with pleasure. Soon I was experiencing something I'd never experienced before either. Even when I'd smoked pot for the first time or popped my poppers with amyl. Complete body release. If you've been there you'll know what I mean. It's impossible to describe. As he shunted his way in and out of me, my body gave off steam and my bones turned to vapour. Soon he and I were one with the elements.

Strange to tell, the more carnal we were by night, the more spiritual Warren was by day and he gave some very inspiring talks and lectures. I sat in the front row, like Goody Two Shoes or Little Miss Sunshine, ostensibly taking notes. The conference was actually more interesting than I'd imagined and we visited some great places too. Geographically and anatomically. Trouble is it only lasted two weeks and those soon flew by as I lapped his words up by day and his body by night. What made it all the more exciting was that Warren and I were constantly learning new things as we went along. He may have been seven years older than me but he was pretty naive when it came to 'doing it' with another man. It was usually me that came up with all the new ideas and positions but I couldn't have wished for a more willing accomplice and he often surprised me with his variations on my theme.

"I want you to fuck me," he said one day, out of the blue. " but I'm afraid it will hurt like hell."

"It may hurt like hell but it will sure feel like heaven." I assured him. "You just have to trust me."

So the night before we were due back home he tried me out for size. I gave him the full works licking and sucking him from nipple to nodule and tantalising his every sex nerve with my tongue. Soon his tight little cherry was red and rosy and ready for the picking and I'd worked everything out to the last detail how I was going to gather the harvest. Two weeks talk of the prophets had made me pretty prophetic myself and I'd snuck out of the lecture hall that afternoon and into a sex shop to buy some extra special lube and a dildo. I'd never actually seen one used but I had a feeling it might come in useful preparing Warren's ass for bigger things. I was right.

I started by penetrating him with my tongue and then with three of my fattest fingers. First one at a time and then all three together. He shuddered from tip to toe and made little groaning noises. I took my fingers out again and filled the empty space they'd left with lube. Then I almost fist fucked him as the gates of his love channel slowly but surely opened to my ministrations. Then even more slowly and surely I began to insert the dildo. He clamped down on it at first.

"Remember I said you have to trust me," I cooed into his ear, lubricating it with my tongue and accompanying it with several firm thrusts of the dildo. He responded by rearing up on his knees like a horny stallion and I was able to grab hold of his dick and get a little synchronisation into the act by butt-fucking and fist-fucking him simultaneously. Now it was his turn to raise the roof and tear out tent pegs as he groaned and moaned and sobbed and begged me never to stop. That's when I whipped out the dildo and whipped in my dick.

Needless to say he screamed at the first impact but his screams turned to wonderful horny animal grunts as I pigged out in his butt. I fucked him in every position I could think of - all through that night and most of the next day -- and he took to my dick (and the dildo) like a duck to water. He's going to find his girl friend very tame after this I thought to myself.

Actually he never did go back to his girl friend but he was always a welcome visitor to our house. My mother couldn't thank him enough for 'keeping me on the straight and narrow.' I smiled to myself. If only she could have seen the cavern I'd carved into his butt with the dildo and my dick. You could have driven a ten-ton truck through there.

Now all we have to do is find a way of being together without arousing suspicion. No easy task but we're working on it. Meanwhile this little angel is having a devil of a time giving extra classes to his Sunday school teacher just whenever he can. And school never seems to be out. But then neither is he. Not yet anyway. We're working on that too.