I was nearly eighteen and still enrolled in Sunday School. My mother had insisted on it even though it seemed dumb to me. I could just as well have attended church services with the adults. But old habits die hard and those were the antiquated rules of the fundamentalist church I went to.

It wasn't too bad actually as there were some great boys in my class who provided me with a lot of eye candy. One was particularly scrumptious. His name was Derrick and I'd had a schoolboy crush on him for quite some time but naturally couldn't show it. Or do anything about it. He was tall and blond and took part in a lot of sports so you can imagine what his body was like. I'd only seen him in his Sunday best as weekdays he went to a different school but my fantasies were all full of him naked and available. However, as I preferred going to the movies and listening to classical music, our paths never crossed except on Sundays.

There were five other boys coming up to eighteen too so very soon we'd all be set free from our parents' jurisdiction. We'd all agreed to go on a hike to celebrate. We told our folks we were going on a picnic, a kind of Sunday School outing, and we'd cunningly hidden beer cans in the hampers that contained our food. There was some pretty dense forest just outside the town where we lived and Derrick knew a spot far off the beaten track. I supposed he'd taken one of his girl friends there. The seven of us set off as if we were looking for Snow White or something but I already had what I'd been looking for.

It was a beautiful day. The birds were singing in the trees and the sun was shining. But not as brightly as my eyes which were positively glowing as Derrick was wearing shorts that displayed his muscular legs and tight ass. We walked until we came to a hillock overlooking a lake. I imagined us going skinny dipping and me finally seeing Derrick naked but he had other ideas.

It didn't take us long to devour the food and wash it down with beer. Then we snoozed around in the shade of the trees. At a certain point the conversation turned to sex. Most of the guys were still technically virgins. I knew I was. And they kind of looked up to Derrick who obviously wasn't. He turned everybody on with stories of his conquests and how girls seemed to want it just as much as boys. Pretty juvenile stuff really but those listening were wet behind the ears and lapped everything up. After a while, some of them admitted to having hard-ons. One thing led to another and Derrick suggested having a kind of competition. We would all stand in a line at a certain distance from the trees and have what he called 'jerk off target practice'. See which of us could shoot furthest and hit the tree trunks with our cum.

A few of the boys confessed they had done something similar in the bushes after Sunday School which they called 'circle jerks' but nobody had done it in such wide open spaces before and nobody had tried hitting a tree. They were all hot and horny and game for this new 'manly' experience. All except me that is. My mother had literally put the fear of God in me. She told me that whenever I was tempted to do something she called "not very nice" to remember that God was always looking. She knew she couldn't always be there to keep me on the straight and narrow but that the all-seeing, all-knowing God certainly could and that I'd better remember that.

Everybody jossed me and called me a nerd and a sissy but I was adamant. I said I would stand guard and make sure nobody was coming. Derrick gave me a pair of field glasses to spy out the land but I must admit I also used them to get a closer look at the awesome array of firm asses and rock hard dicks. In the end I felt less of a watchman and more of a voyeur.

Some of the guys were pretty drunk by now - not being used to alcohol and all that -- but it didn't put a dampener on their dicks which stood out proud and strong. Derrick told them to drop their pants and put a knot in their shirt fronts. This meant they could pull their pants up quickly in the unlikely event that somebody should come along. It was quite a display. None of them had what you could call a weeny. Neither did I but everyone thought that was the reason I didn't take part. It was a real turn on. I'd never seen so much appetising male flesh in the full light of day. I tell you man those dicks had me drooling like a baby longing for its bottle. I felt quite dizzy. And it wasn't the effect of the beer.

At one point I noticed that Derrick had one hand on his dick and the other round the tightly clenched butt of the guy next to him. In fact they all had tightly clenched butts which got even tighter as they came close to cumming. Naturally, Derrick's dick was easily the meatiest of the entire group and had my chops chomping and my mouth watering. Once again I felt faint. As he came in white ribbons, I wanted to change places with the tree trunk and drink the juicy jizz that came spurting out of his dick. I think he knew from the start that he was going to win. It was just his way of showing off. None of the guys came anywhere near how far he shot his load or produced such an abundant supply. Besides demonstrating his prowess in the cum-stakes, the way Derrick caressed the ass of the guy next to him showed me that he liked boys just as much, if not more, than he professed to like girls. I think I also aroused his interest because after the other guys had taken up teasing me again and the coast was still clear he said I had to jerk off in front of everybody just to prove I had a dick. Fortunately, just when it seemed I had no alternative but to obey - you might say succumb - we heard a crackling in the undergrowth between the trees and saw some hunters with rifles making their way towards us. They told us that we were trespassing on their property and to fuck off home. Everybody was pretty drained by then - in more ways than one --- and didn't put up much of a protest. And I was saved in the nick of time. At least that's what I thought. But fate had bigger and better things in store for me.

Actually, I didn't see Derrick again until the bleak mid-winter. I was sitting by myself in a small movie house called 'The Flicks,' a sleazy place where they show raunchy films and foreign movies. This one was in Spanish. I don't speak Spanish but have always had the hots for Javier Bardem and he was playing a gay guy in this movie. I don't remember the title but Johnny Depp was in it too. It was pretty cold in there and I still had my scarf around my neck and my overcoat spread over my lap and was eating popcorn. I like to go in the afternoon when there's nobody much around. This particular day - very particular as it turned out - I was practically alone except for a young couple making out a few seats down from me and an old lady fast asleep at the other end of the row. It was pretty dark as there were a lot of night scenes in the movie so I was somewhat startled when this guy climbed over the seats in front of me and plonked himself down beside me. It was Derrick. He must either have followed me into the cinema or been a closet fan of Javier Bardem himself. I was even more surprised when he thrust his hot athletic thigh against me and asked for some popcorn. While I was handing it to him he manipulated his way under my overcoat and grasped my dick.

"Just want to find out whether or not it's a weeny," he whispered in my ear.

It was the first time I had been groped or 'felt up' in the cinema and couldn't believe it was actually Derrick doing it to me. My dick was a bit surprised too but rose to the occasion and my unexpected visitor let out a wheeze of disbelief as he unzipped my pants and slipped his cold fingers over my red-hot nine-incher. "Wow," is all he said. Nobody in the row seemed to be paying attention to us, or to the movie, so Derrick burrowed his head under my overcoat and sucked me off.

I'd never been sucked off before either and nearly melted under the heat of his lips. At one guilty moment it struck me that maybe God could see in the dark but by then I was past caring. My knees turned to jelly and I filled Derrick's mouth with thick clotted cream as he milked me dry. I've never felt anything like it before or since. My ears were ringing and my body was one terrific tingle. I shuddered as I came and almost screamed out with pleasure but managed to muffle my cries in the woollen scarf.

Unfortunately, it was a first and last time with Derrick and he acted like nothing had happened next time we bumped into each other. However, I found I was visiting 'The Flicks' more and more often hoping I'd run into some other cock-thirsty guy. The problem was you couldn't really see who was sitting next to you. Also it was potentially dangerous as you risked being caught with your trousers down, so to speak. I tried going to the restroom a couple times but got scared off by the weird types I found there. Anyway I wasn't really into older men but one time this James Franco look-alike cast his gaze in my direction and got excited by the sight of my nine-incher. He stretched his hand out to jerk me off but we were interrupted a few times and he eventually got discouraged and left. But not before he cast a look over his shoulder which I took as an invitation to follow him. Unfortunately, his girl-friend was waiting for him in the lobby so that was the end of that. He had a really sensual mouth too and I would have loved it wrapped round my teen-age dick.

It didn't take me long to discover that I had a lot going for me but my closeted life was full of lost opportunities. My mother's words about being good came ringing into my ears like an alarm bell every time I saw somebody looking at my butt by the light of day or gazing hungrily at the bulge that ensued in my jeans as soon as I noticed their interest. That is until I met Tony. He looked like a human version of Wall-E as he drove his electric cart into a warehouse I was passing. Winter had turned into spring but I still hadn't sprung yet. I always waited for the other guy to make the first move. But Tony was something else. "Hi," I said just like Sean Penn did when he saw this hot guy in 'Milk'. I was going to say "It's my birthday, I'm looking for someone to share it with." but I thought Tony might recognize the line from the movie. He turned from his unloading and stretched his muscles. This gave me a few moments to examine his body more closely. He was wearing a red cut-off shirt that lifted to reveal a hard rippled set of abs. He clearly wasn't wearing any underwear as I could see a clump of pubic hair above the waistband. He didn't look too surprised to be greeted by a complete stranger. In fact he looked quite pleased. Then I realized he'd recognized me. He'd left Sunday School when I was thirteen so he must have been about four or five years older than me. I blushed and bulged at the same. "Hi," is all he said. "Let's go grab a coke." He looked so sexy flexing as he walked ahead of me that of course I wanted to grab something else.

We had a coke and a chat and really hit it off. He invited me to his loft behind the warehouse after he got off work. I was a bit tongue tied but I accepted another coke and nodded in agreement when he asked me to wait for him while he took a shower. There wasn't exactly what you might call a bathroom. Just an alcove. So I got a pretty good look at him while he soaped-up. It gave me plenty of time to see the rest of his pubes and the bristling bird that nestled between them - a huge eagle which, even soft, was at least seven inches long. It looked so good framed by the lush undergrowth of his pubic hair and as he moved about I gazed wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the king-size balls which swung freely between his hunky thighs. Strangely, or maybe not so strangely, they reminded me of our church bells and far out-jangled the ringing of my mother's words in my ears. They were accompanied by the pounding of my heart and dick as the blood rushed to every vein I possessed.

What's more he had an ass to die for.

"Do me a favour, Babe," he said as he stood naked before me.

I felt pretty naked myself as I'm sure he could see the naked lust on my face.

"Put this body butter on my back. I always oil up after a shower. I've got very dry skin."

I did as he asked although my hands shook and my knees knocked as I rubbed the perfumed stuff into his shoulders and then down the rest of his back. They hovered uncertainly when I reached his smooth, tight butt. He was so well toned. Forgive the pun. And there wasn't a blemish on his body. I could hardly believe that this gorgeous guy was letting me touch him like this. I remembered I'd idolized him when I was in Sunday School and wanted nothing better than to get to know him. I never imagined for one moment that one day I'd be putting butter on his beautiful butt.

"You can put some there too," he said, sensing my hesitation. "Don't be shy."

I didn't need asking twice and massaged his butt real good. Then I worked my way down his legs and between his hard muscular thighs. Once the tips of my fingers touched his balls by mistake but he didn't seem to mind. In fact he smiled and said I was doing great. The smile made his face light up. As for me, I nearly gave myself a short circuit with the not so static electricity flashing from his flesh to my fingers. Especially when he asked me to massage his front as well and to get out of my own clothes so he could feel me up against him.

I didn't care about my oily hands or what my mother would say when she saw the stains but I shuddered to think of her reaction when she found the buttons missing from my shirt as I ripped it off. I was shuddering pretty much already as I slithered out of my shirt and pants and moved closer to Tony so that my cock would fit nicely in his ass crack and the dimple at the base of his back.

"You're doing great babe," he said. "That feels so good."

My overexcited dick was leaking pre-cum onto his butt cheeks and down his beefy thighs.

"Maybe I didn't need body butter. Feels like you've got plenty of lubricant of your own."

Of course all this was new and news to me as I'd never realized how much spunk I had inside me. And I'm talking about both cum and courage.

"Bet you have to beat the girls, and boys, off with your jock-stick," he said.

"I don't really have much experience," I said, blushing at his compliment and getting harder all the time. I put my hands round his chest to pull him in closer still and felt his pert nipples.

"You could have fooled me," he said. "And I thought I was the one well-endowed!"

He bent his knees and rubbed himself against me so he could feel the full length of my cock.

"You can stick it in me, if you like. After all, you don't want all that stuff to go to waste, do you?"

I didn't really know what stuff he was referring to. My spunk or my dick. Anyway I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and take him up on his invitation.

"And to think you had all this hidden away in your Sunday School pants," he said thickly as my dick invaded his asshole. "I wouldn't have left so early if I'd known."

God, it felt good in there. Something really to write home about. Of course I had to immediately chase that idea out of my head and concentrate on the job at hand. Or work in progress. Thoughts of my mom could be a real dick downer. Why did I always have to think of her at times like these? Anyway she'd told me to avoid things which were 'not very nice' and this was very, very nice. Even better than my first blow-job. Derrick had sucked me off, now I was being sucked in by Tony who must have been quite used to being fucked. In fact, I felt I was going down a mine shaft as he opened up to me. Then I think I hit gold as he moaned and groaned and jiggled his ass just like he wanted to swallow me. "Fuck that feels fucking good," he cried. "Fuck me baby."

I almost cried too. At least I had tears in my eyes at the terrific kick I was getting out of fucking this hot Sunday School stud. First sensations, as you know, are usually the best and this one was fucking fantastic. Being inside Tony was like being inside a juicy orange and under his instructions I juiced his dick with the palm of my hand and simultaneously felt my own juices crest as his cock pumped warm cum between my fingers and I pumped my hot jizz into his ass.

"Fucking hell," he said, "Fucking hell..." as he sank to the ground and I collapsed on top of him.

We had a shower and now it was my turn to feel someone's hands on my body as he soaped me up and fondled my round bubble-butt. My dick was feeling pretty sore so he said he'd leave that till later and plunged his tongue into my mouth to French-kiss me. That was a first too and I had to wrench myself away from him so I could get back on time. I'd told my mother I was going to the movies which wasn't far from the truth as the earth had certainly moved for me. At least I thought it had until Tony offered me a beer and a fuck before I went home. He was very insistent and said he wanted to 'return the compliment.' So I had to phone and invent a visit to MacDonald's as well.

After the beer and some cold pizza we lay down on the bed and French-kissed again. Soon we were both turned on like a pair of hot water taps and Tony's iron rod was working its way into my inner tubing. I winced at the first jab so he took it real slow and massaged my tight but yielding love-hole with pre-cum from his mushroom head. It felt so good that I purred with delight. I hate cats and yet here I was with my ass feeling like a wet pussy. A pussy that hissed and spat as he entered me with his Doberman of a dick but more from passion than pain. Once inside me it was like his dick had been custom-made for my ass. I humped while he thumped, raising my butt ever further, all the time hoping it would never end. And it was much longer than a visit to MacDonald's I can tell you. I got much more meat too. Then, all at once, when my butt was at bursting point, my nuts snapped and bolts of thick milky sperm spurted out of me soaking the sheet beneath us. Tony licked me clean and then we had another shower. I got home much the worse for wear and certain my mother would be able to smell the sex on me but she'd fallen asleep in front of the television so I was able to creep up the stairs to bed. "Who were you with?" she asked as she passed my bedroom door later.

"Someone from Sunday School mom," I said truthfully.

And it really was some outing!