The Altar Boy

He was 19, bursting with the type of energy that only comes with being young, and ready to serve the Lord. Studying for priesthood wasn’t as easy as he had initially thought but he was sure he was going to adjust with time. Ace the whole thing even. His mentor – the father – was easy on him. He adored the father, who kept insisting that the boy would be great one day. Called him the chosen little one, probably because he was the obedient one amongst the rest of the lot and also the brightest. The boy looked up to the father like he was a god and was sure with every bone in his body that he wanted to be exactly like him when he grew up.
He got into the nicely made bed with a smile on his face. The sheets were soft, so gentle to the skin. He loved spending the holidays with his uncle’s family, especially his two little nieces. A set of twins with the most jovial personality he had ever seen. Life at his uncle’s was easy, him being a millionaire and all. He did not have to perform any chores, even though he preferred assisting where he could. And his young aunt, the beautiful ever smiling aunt, was very polite and accommodating.
Yes, he loved it here.
He didn’t know for how long he’d drifted to sleep or if he’d even fallen asleep, when he felt someone snuggle into the bed next to him. He wasn’t sure but from the softness of the body lying so close to him he could tell that it was a female. He tried to wake up but the person pinned him down firmly with her hand.
“shhhhh,” she said in a low voice
“Aunt?” he asked unbelievably and she ordered him to lower his voice. Was that really his aunt? What the hell did she want in his room, in his bed, covering herself with his bed sheets? He rubbed his eyes, he was sure he must be dreaming or something.
She ran her fingers over his body, and him, bewildered beyond measure, tried to move away.
“Don’t be a coward,” she said smoothly, “you are a big boy now.”
He said nothing – what could he possibly say under the circumstances. He was so torn. A part of him reprimanding him for sitting there and doing nothing while another part scolded him, urging him to stay and actually see where all this was headed.
She ran her fingers across his belly, touching him ever so softly while moving towards his navel.
“You are so tout,” she said in that silky voice of hers and it drove him crazy. He felt lightheaded and ashamed of himself. Ashamed for letting her carry on with whatever evil deeds she had up her sleeves. Ashamed for feeling the way he felt, enjoying it even. She smelt so good. So good in fact, that he wanted to reach out and kiss her neck. Just the mere thought alone made him full of shame, as if he could be any more ashamed than he already was.
He didn’t dwell much on his shame though because her hand had drifted towards……towards…..why was she holding his penis in her hands? What could she be possibly thinking? His first reaction was to move as far away from her as possible – this agent of Jezebel – but the blood rushed to his head and his knees felt wobbly. He could feel blood rushing to other parts of his body too, mostly to that thing she held in her hand that he could have sworn before now was only used for peeing. He moved a little but she begun making stroking movements with her hands and against all his will, he began to feel his penis rising.
“ohh you are a big boy alright,” she whispered and for some weird reason the words made him feel good, as if him being a big boy was some kind of achievement. He’d never before felt this good for merely being called a big boy and he wondered what kind of witchcraft this was. He felt his member rising and rising, until he was sure he was going to explode and die. The shame kept coming back but not as forcefully as before.
For a brief moment he wondered what the father would say if he saw him currently. Probably exorcise him, remove the demon that he was sure had gotten into him. He wasn’t really the type that loved girls, he saw them as a nuisance and mere distractions. He wanted to serve the Lord, do his work on earth and make his poor Christian mother proud. He never really bothered with girls, or, as the father so often called them, children of Satan sent on earth to prevent man from doing what he was truly intended to do. One could never be too careful with them, could never distrust them enough.
Of course some of the boys rebelled and had secret girlfriends but that could never be him. He was ever so focused. Until now. His body was betraying him and there was absolutely nothing he could do.
She took his hand and led him towards her parted legs, guiding him towards her innermost parts. He was not prepared for what he found there. Had she just peed on herself? Where was all that water coming from? She made him rub her, parting her legs even further and making little sounds that he was sure were intended at driving him insane. He realized then that he was enjoying everything, the little sounds, her beautiful scent, her soft body. He agreed to himself reluctantly that he even enjoyed rubbing his hands against the swamp she had between her legs. He would never have guessed that women carried tiny swamps with them. A swamp so soft, so warm and if it gave her so much pleasure just him touching her there, then the swamp was important to him too.
Without warning she got up slowly…and…and…..got on top of him. Just when he thought he’d seen it all and that nothing would shock him anymore, she swallowed his penis with her swamp. He tried to be still as she moved up and down on his member, making round movements on top of him but it was all too much. Too intense for his own liking and he was sure he was going to die from all this. Would probably be a justified punishment for his evil deeds. He did not die, even though he wished he could. The little sounds she made grew in intensity and he found himself opening his eyes to look at her. She looked beautiful, the moonlight from the slightly parted curtain reflecting on her skin. He willed himself to look at her breast, so firm and erect. His uncle’s wife’s breast. He marveled at the color contrast between the nipples and the rest of the breast. Her nipples were so erect and he couldn’t help wondering how they would feel in his mouth. He wanted to feel them with his tongue but those circle movements she was making couldn’t allow him. He knew in his gut that if he tried moving even a little he would die – the pressure he felt in his belly and member was unbearable.
It was a reflex movement- must have been – he thought regretfully the next day. He just found his hands on her breasts, he didn’t have time to think about it. And her reaction then jolted him over and he was sure beyond any doubt that whatever was coming was death. Overwhelming, like nothing he’d ever felt before. But he didn’t die and she groaned in the weirdest way, like an animal. So primal was her satisfied groan. Then she moved away slowly, letting go of him.
“Who would have thought,” he thought he heard her whisper.